She’s Ours
1976 Words
~Lucian~
“Where are you going, baby?”
I didn’t answer.
I kept walking, my head down, my jaw tight, my hands clenched at my sides.
“Come on, Lucian,” she said softly. “Don’t be like this. I’ve missed you.”
I felt her fingers graze my arm.
“I’ve been waiting for you,” she said behind me. “You’ve been so distant lately. You haven’t returned my calls. You didn’t come home last weekend. You didn’t even tell me you were back on campus.”
I stopped walking.
She smiled. She thought she’d won something.
She stepped in front of me like I was supposed to look at her and forget what I felt.
“My body misses you,” she whispered, leaning in closer. “Don’t you miss the way I make you feel? You don’t have to say anything. Just let me take care of you. Just come with me for a while. I’ll remind you how it used to be.”
She reached for my chest.
I stepped back before she could touch me.
She blinked in surprise. The smile cracked a little.
“Veronica,” I said. “Don’t touch me.”
She tilted her head. “Why are you acting like this?”
“Levi, give us a minute,” she said, waving her hand like she owned the damn hallway. “Please.”
Levi glanced at me.
I didn’t look at him.
He hesitated for half a second, then sighed and walked off, muttering something under his breath.
Now it was just her and me.
And the second he disappeared, she changed.
“I’ve been thinking about you nonstop,” she whispered, her fingers brushing down the front of my chest, slow, too familiar. “Late at night. Early in the morning. Every time I close my eyes, it’s your voice I hear. Your hands I remember. The way you used to touch me… the way you used to lose control when it was just us…”
She leaned in, her lips close to my ear.
“I know exactly what you need. I know how to take care of you. You don’t have to hold back with me. You never did. You could break, and I’d still want more.”
Her hand slid lower, trailing heat and memory, and I caught her wrist before it moved an inch further.
She gasped. Not because I hurt her — I didn’t — but because it was the first time I didn’t let her finish.
“Don’t,” I said quietly, but my voice was hard now. “Don’t talk to me like we still have something.”
She tried to pull back gently, but I didn’t let go yet. I held her there, not to hurt her, but to make sure she understood. To make her feel the silence growing between us.
Her voice trembled. “Why are you pushing me away? What happened to you?”
“You never had all of me,” I said, staring straight into her eyes. “And the part of me you did have? It’s already gone.”
She blinked, her expression cracking. “Gone where?”
I let go of her wrist.
“To someone who didn’t have to ask.”
Her breath hitched. “There’s someone else?”
“Yes.”
“You don’t mean that.”
“I do.”
She stepped closer, lifting her chin with that sickening smile she wore when she thought her body could fix anything.
“Come on, baby,” she whispered, her fingers brushing the waistband of my jeans. “Let me suck that big, veiny d**k of yours. You’ll feel better. I promise.”
My jaw clenched so tight I could feel the pressure behind my ears.
She moved in like she owned my body, pressing her t**s against my chest, lips grazing the base of my throat.
“I missed the way you moaned when I swallowed you whole,” she said, her voice dripping with need. “The way you used to f**k my throat like you were punishing me. You remember that night in your car? When I gagged and begged and kept going just to make you come harder? You came so deep I was coughing for hours. I’d do it again. Right here. Right now. You don’t even have to ask.”
She tried to touch lower, but I caught her wrist mid-air and locked it in my hand like it was nothing. Her breath hitched. She liked it. She thought the anger in my grip meant I still wanted her.
“You need to relax,” she breathed, licking her lips slowly. “Let me take care of that thick c**k. I’ll get on my knees. I’ll choke on it. I’ll lick your balls, baby. You can even f**k my face until I cry. Just say the word.”
I grabbed her jaw hard enough to make her gasp.
Her lips parted, her eyes wide, pupils dilated like the humiliation turned her on.
“I’m not your f*****g daddy,” I said coldly. “Not anymore.”
Her thighs clenched together. Her breath came faster.
“You say that,” she whispered, her voice trembling and horny, “but your c**k is hard. You’re clenching your jaw like you want to f**k something. I know you, Lucian. You don’t walk away when your d**k’s this heavy.”
I leaned in until my mouth was almost at her ear, my hand still gripping her face like I owned it.
“I’m hard because soft her. Not you. Never you. Her scent is in my lungs. Her moans are still in my f*****g head. I’m fighting myself right now because if I go up there, I’ll ruin her. I’ll bend her over, rip whatever she’s wearing, and f**k her so deep her legs won’t work by morning.”
Veronica’s mouth fell open.
“I gave you years,” I said darkly. “And all you were was noise. You were just something to touch when I didn’t want to feel anything.”
She tried to speak. Nothing came out.
I stepped past her, but she reached for my arm again, nails digging into me.
“Please,” she choked. “I’ll let you f**k my ass. You can do anything. You can spit in my mouth. You can call me a slut and leave me naked on the floor. I’ll let you c*m on my face and walk away.
I turned to her one last time, my smile slow and sharp.
“It was never yours,” I said.
“You’re my f*****g mate!”
I froze.
“You can’t f*****g do this to me!” she shouted.
I turned back slowly.
“I’m the one you’re bonded to,”
She stepped closer like she wasn’t scared of what would happen.
Like she was daring me to lose control.
“If you walk away from me now,” she whispered. “I swear to the f*****g Goddess, You’ll regret it”
My hand was around her throat in a blink.
Her back hit the wall so fast her breath caught. Not a full choke. Not even pressure. Just my hand, there, firm, right below her jawline. My eyes locked to hers as I stared into her.
“You really want to play with fire right now?”
She whimpered. The sound was real this time. No seduction. No fake moans. Just fear and lust and that sick little craving for pain she always tried to hide behind pretty words.
“I will destroy you,” I whispered. “And the next time you threaten me. I’ll make you pay” She gasped.
I leaned in.
“You’re not my mate,” I said against her ear. “You were just a hole I f****d when I didn’t know what love felt like.”
And I let her go.
She slid down the wall, panting, shaking, eyes wide with shock and twisted arousal.
I walked off.
~~
When I got to our room, the door was already a little open. Not wide. Just cracked. Just enough to tempt.
I didn’t think. I didn’t knock.
I nudged it with my boot.
The sound was soft.
But it made her freeze.
“Who’s there?”
Silence.
I didn’t say a f*****g word.
I didn’t move either.
I stayed rooted just outside the door, listening. Watching.
She waited a few seconds. Maybe expecting a reply. Maybe hoping it was me.
And then—f**k.
She kept going.
She thought no one was there. She thought she was alone.
So she kept going.
I heard it first.
That soft squelch of her fingers sliding in and out of her slick, soaked p***y like she couldn’t help it. Like she needed it. Like her body had no other option but to f**k itself while thinking of me.
My c**k twitched. My breathing stalled.
I edged forward, barely peering through the crack in the door.
And what I saw made my wolf growl so low, I felt it echo in my bones.
She was flat on her back. Towel pushed up, her t**s bouncing with every breath. Her thighs spread wide. Her legs trembling. And her fingers…
Fuck.
She whimpered softly. Rolled her hips into her own touch.
“Lucian,” she moaned.
My name.
From her lips.
While she was buried in her own cunt.
Mine.
My vision darkened. My teeth clenched. My c**k throbbed against my zipper so hard I nearly ripped it open.
I wanted to f**k her.
Right there.
Right then.
Hard. Deep. With no mercy.
But my wolf—f**k—my wolf growled louder in my head.
Not a warning to her.
A warning to me.
Don’t rush this. You’ll break her.
She moaned louder, fingers moving faster.
My fists clenched at my sides.
I was fighting every instinct inside me. Every urge.
I stepped inside.
She didn’t see me.
She just kept going.
“Lucian,” she whimpered again, her voice catching.
“I want you so bad…”
She was soaked.
Fucking drenched.
I just watched.
I should’ve stopped it.
I should’ve said something.
I should’ve left.
But my wolf said: No.
Let her feel you. Let her ache. Let her call your name with her fingers deep inside her, so next time—it’s yours.
She gasped my name one last time, her voice breaking, her body stiffening.
And then she came.
“I can’t wait to have your c**k, Lucian…”
I stopped breathing.
My vision blurred.
My c**k jumped so hard I nearly growled.
She didn’t even realize what she was saying. Her voice was dazed. Half-gone. Like she was still drunk on the orgasm that shattered her.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” she breathed, her fingers twitching between her legs.
My heart thudded in my ears.
“What are you doing to me…”
She wasn’t talking to me.
She thought she was alone.
But I was there. Watching. Listening. f*****g burning.
My name still echoed in the room.
And then she went still.
Her hand slipped out of her p***y, slow and slick.
She curled up on the mattress, chest rising and falling like she’d run a marathon, legs trembling.
And she fell asleep.
Just like that.
Like she hadn’t just confessed that she needed me.
Like she hadn’t just told the truth I’d been craving to hear since the day I caught her scent.
I stayed there for another few seconds.
Frozen.
Destroyed.
In love with something I hadn’t even touched yet.
Then I stepped back, slowly. Closed the door with a click. And leaned against it, my fists tight, my c**k so hard it hurt, my wolf whispering inside me…
That one’s ours. f**k.
- Writer
