Chapter 49: #FORTY-NINE

Nicholas’s POV

Maybe I should have gone upstairs. This was incredibly uncomfortable for us both.

He never made any mentions of what had happened at the dinner table, while I was sitting here spiralling over the thoughts of — should I confront him? No, that would be weird and embarrassing.

I shifted uneasily where I sat, stealing a glance toward Gareth.

He hadn’t spoken since Mom left.

One leg was crossed over the other as he casually flipped through the newspaper resting in his hands, occasionally bringing the coffee cup beside him to his lips. He seemed so calm that it made me irritated.

Then why couldn’t I relax?

Maybe I really had been overthinking breakfast.

I’d replayed that moment so many times upstairs that even I was starting to question my own memory

That had to be it.

I was exhausted physically and mentally.

I slowly leaned forward, placing both hands on my knees.

Maybe I should just go back upstairs and read a book, or take a nap. Anything would be better than sitting here feeling awkward for absolutely no reason.

I had barely begun to stand when Gareth folded the newspaper neatly and looked in my direction. "Nicholas."

I paused immediately, my throat running dry. "Yes?"

"Could you do me a favor?"

I nodded stiffly. "Of course."

"I’ve been meaning to have some tea all morning." He smiled politely as he gestured toward the hallway leading to the kitchen. "Would you mind brewing a pot and bringing it up to my room? I’ve got a few documents I need to finish going through."

The request sounded harmless enough so I nodded. "Sure."

"Thank you." He picked the newspaper up again as though the conversation had already ended.

I stood there for another second before quietly making my way toward the kitchen.

I mean... It wasn’t a difficult favor and it would only take five minutes. That was all.

I’d make the tea, take it upstairs, leave it on the table, and head straight back to my room.

Simple.

The kitchen was peaceful and quiet, with only one maid rinsing vegetables at the sink. She greeted me with a cheerful smile, offering to prepare the tea herself, but I declined. "It’s alright," I told her. "I’ve got it."

She nodded with a small smile. "If you’re sure."

"I am."

She returned to her work while I filled the kettle and set it over the stove. As the steam started rising, I just stared at the kettle, my brows furrowed. This was calming enough. Maybe that was exactly what I needed.

By the time the tea was ready, I felt foolish for being so tense.

I carefully arranged everything onto a serving tray— the teapot, a cup, a small jug of milk, a bowl of sugar cubes, and a teaspoon placed neatly beside them. After making sure nothing would slide off, I lifted the tray with both hands and headed upstairs.

The hallway outside Gareth’s room was quiet and the only sound was my feet thudding across the floor. I adjusted my grip before knocking twice.

"Come in." His voice drifted through the door.

Balancing the tray carefully, I pushed it open with my elbow and stepped inside. "Your tea is rea—" The rest of the sentence caught in my throat.

Oh shit.

Gareth was standing in the corner of the room, but that wasn’t the issue — he was completely naked. His cock hung low, curved at the tip and muscles rippled all through his body.

Oh fuck. Oh shit—

My grip loosened instinctively and the tray tilted in my shock as porcelain struck the floor with a loud crash and the teapot shattered into several pieces, hot tea splashing across the polished wood.

I stumbled backward in shock. "Oh!" The heat barely grazed my trouser leg before I jerked away, my heart pounding so violently that I could hear it in my ears.

"I’m so sorry..." I blurted out, staring helplessly at the broken pieces scattered across the floor. "I... I didn’t mean to..."

Gareth looked from the mess to my face, amusement flickering across his own features. "Nicholas?"

I couldn’t seem to find my voice. My pulse refused to slow, and all I wanted in that moment was to get out of the room before my embarrassment swallowed me whole.

But before I could scurry out, he had crossed the room, his hand closing around arm, forcing me to stay still.

Instinctively, I squeezed my eyes shut, praying under my breath as my body started reacting to the proximity of an Alpha.

"Nicholas?" His voice was a deep baritone. "Open your eyes. Are you okay?"

Breathing hard, I forced my eyes open, keeping them glued to his face. "I have to go now— sorry— I didn’t—"

He reached out with his other hand and pushed the door shut, the final click in the space making my heart deflate.

What the fuck was happening?

His expression twisted into something mocking and amused. "You were saying— what’s the rush?" He reached a hand out, tracing a line down my cheek, making me shudder as my dick started to harden in my pants.

I immediately shook my head. "I— I can’t. You’re my father..."

He smirked. "I didn’t give birth to you."

I stayed frozen as he pulled me closer to himself, letting me feel the hard on against my pants, and oh goddess— I was losing control already. There was a familiar and uncomfortable heat spreading through my body, threatening to bring me to my knees as I craved for someone to touch me.

But this was wrong.

"Gar—" The words were barely out before he threw me on the bed and I gasped, the air leaving my lungs. Before I could scramble up, his hands were hooked under my thighs, pulling me to the edge of the bed, and a hand closed over the tent in my pants.

"Would you look at that? I thought you weren’t into this?" His voice held a note of satisfaction as he pressed down harder, palming me through the fabric.

I let out a hiss of pain, feeling heat rush through my body.

One thing was clear — I wouldn’t be able to stop. Not with my heat surging through me.

Gareth’s hand stayed firm over my crotch, rubbing slow circles that made my cock twitch and strain against the fabric. My breath hitched every time his palm dragged over the head, the friction just enough to drive me insane without giving relief.

"Look at you," he murmured, leaning down until his lips brushed my ear. "Hard already and didn’t even need me to take your clothes off."

I tried to twist away but his grip tightened, keeping me pinned to the mattress. His naked body hovered over mine, cock hanging heavy and thick between his legs, the tip brushing my thigh through my trousers with every shift of his body.

"Gareth—" My voice cracked. "This is wrong."

He laughed low in his throat, the sound vibrating against my neck as he pressed his mouth there. "Wrong? Your cock says otherwise." His fingers squeezed harder, stroking me through the material until a damp spot started to form. "You’re leaking for me, Nicholas. Right through your pants."

I bit my lip to keep from moaning, but a small sound still escaped. My hips jerked up into his hand without permission, chasing the pressure and he noticed immediately.

"That’s it," he said, voice dripping with mockery. "Grind against my hand like the needy little thing you are."

His free hand slid up my chest, thumb brushing over my nipple through my shirt, teasing it into a hard peak. Every touch stayed over my clothes, yet it felt like he was stripping me bare. My trousers felt too tight, the fabric rubbing against my cock with every movement, and Gareth knew exactly how to use it against me.

He rocked his hips forward, letting his bare cock drag along the inside of my thigh, smearing precum on the dark fabric. "Feel that? That’s what you’re doing to me. And you still want to pretend you don’t want it?"

"I—I don’t," I gasped, even as my body betrayed me, pushing up into his palm again.

Gareth’s smirk widened and he gave my cock one last firm squeeze before releasing it, only to grab both my wrists and pin them above my head with one hand. His other hand returned to my crotch, rubbing faster now, the wet spot growing larger.

"Liar," he whispered, lips brushing my jaw. "Your body doesn’t lie. It’s begging for my cock."

I shook my head, but the movement was weak. Heat pooled low in my belly, my hole clenching around nothing, slick starting to soak into my underwear.

Gareth leaned closer, his cock now pressed against my stomach through my shirt, hot and hard. "You broke my teapot," he said, almost casually, as if he wasn’t rutting slowly against me. "Made a mess. Now you’re making another one in your pants."

His hand slipped lower, fingers pressing against the seam of my trousers right over my hole, rubbing there too. The pressure made me arch, a broken sound tearing from my throat. "Gareth, please—"

"Please what?" He nipped at my earlobe, his teeth sharp. "Please stop? Or please keep going?"

I couldn’t answer. My mind was fogged with need, every nerve ending on fire. I wanted to push him away. I wanted to pull him closer. I wanted—

He released my wrists only to grab my hips, flipping me onto my stomach in one smooth motion. Before I could react, he was on top of me, his weight pressing me into the mattress, his cock nestled between my ass cheeks through my trousers.

"Fuck," he growled, grinding down. The fabric of my pants rubbed against my cock with every thrust, the sensation almost too much. "You feel so good like this. All dressed up and still letting me use you."

His hands slid under my shirt, palms hot against my skin as he pushed it up, exposing my lower back. He didn’t undress me but his fingers traced the waistband of my trousers, dipping just inside before retreating, teasing.

"I could rip these off," he whispered, his voice rough. "But I won’t. Not yet. I want you to come in them first. Want you to soak through and feel it every time you move."

He thrust harder, the head of his cock catching on the fabric right over my hole, pressing insistently. My cock rubbed against the mattress with every movement, the friction building fast.

"Gareth—" My voice was a whimper now. "I can’t—"

"You can," he insisted, one hand reaching around to palm my cock again. "You’re going to come for me, Nicholas. Right here, just like this."

His fingers worked me through the fabric, stroking and squeezing, while his hips kept up their relentless rhythm. I was close— so close— my body was literally trembling on the edge.

"That’s it," he encouraged, his voice dark with satisfaction. "Come for me. Show me how much you want this."

The orgasm hit hard, my cock pulsing in my pants as cum soaked through the fabric, hot and sticky. Gareth groaned above me, his own cock twitching against my ass as he rutted through it, chasing his own release.

He didn’t come. Instead, he flipped me back over, eyes dark as he looked down at the wet patch spreading across my crotch.

"Pathetic," he said, but there was no real heat in it— only amusement. "Came in your pants like a needy little thing."

I lay there panting, cheeks burning, body still twitching with aftershocks. Gareth leaned down, his lips brushing mine in a mockery of a kiss.

"Now, I’m going to fuck you." He grunted.

Goddess help me, I didn’t know if I wanted him to stop.