Claimed By A Father And Son

Finish Her

~Lucian~

Damn.

She looks so f*****g good when she’s mad.

Her fists are clenched like she’s ready to throw something, but her thighs? Shaking.

Too late, bunny.

I already know.

She’s soaking through that tiny pair of panties like her body’s begging to be claimed. And the more she fights it, the more her scent rises. It’s intoxicating. It’s filthy. It’s f*****g perfect.

“Ours,” my wolf snarled inside me, pacing like a beast in a cage. “She’s dripping for us. Let me out. I want to taste it from the source.”

“Not yet.”

“Why not?” he growled. “She’s asking for it. Her eyes. Her throat. That slick between her thighs. She wants to be mounted. Here. Now. While they watch.”

He wasn’t wrong.

She did want it.

She just didn’t understand how badly yet.

That hoodie was a f*****g lie. She wore it like armor. Like it could hide the way her n*****s were stabbing through her bra. Like it could protect her from me. But I saw everything. Every tremble. Every shaky breath. Every time her knees knocked together like her body was arguing with her brain.

She looked like prey.

But she was mine.

And I was going to ruin her for every male stupid enough to think they could challenge me.

“But I know one thing…” she said, chin high, fists raised like she had a chance. “I’m gonna combat.”

I smiled.

Because I loved her mouth. I loved her pride. I loved that she thought she could win.

And I loved that in about sixty seconds, I was going to have her pinned, panting, moaning into the mat with her hips rocking against my thigh.

“Break her,” my wolf growled, saliva thick in his throat. “Mount her. Make her say it again. Make her beg for it.”

“I plan to.”

I was going to break her slowly. Let her throw her punches, let her scream, let her claw at control like she wasn’t seconds away from melting in my hands. I was going to pin her down, force her to ride my thigh in front of everyone, and make her say Daddy with her face buried in my shoulder while her p***y soaked the mat.

She had no idea what she’d walked into.

And then she opened that bratty little mouth again.

“You think I’m scared of you, Lucian?” she barked, voice high and shaking, but still sharp with attitude. “f*****g bring it on.”

My c**k twitched.

My wolf growled like she’d just flashed her neck.

“Let’s claim her” he hissed.

“Not yet,” I told him, but it was getting harder to hold the leash.

She didn’t back up.

She just glared up at me, panting, flushed, vibrating with pride and terror.

And then I saw it.

The dimples.

Those cute little f*****g dimples at the corner of her mouth when she smirked. She was trying to piss me off. Trying to provoke me. Trying to poke the alpha and see what would happen.

I grinned.

A slow, dangerous, predatory smile.

“Oh, baby girl,” I murmured, taking a step forward. “You’re so f*****g cute when you pretend you’re not already mine.”

Her smile twitched. Her breath hitched.

But she held her ground.

For now.

She didn’t hesitate. She gripped the edge of her hoodie with both hands and peeled it off. The air shifted the second it hit the ground. I felt it. Everyone felt it.

My c**k twitched.

She was wearing a black sports bra. Tight as f**k. Skin-hugging. Chest-lifting. And her t**s—Moon Goddess—her t**s were enormous. Full and high and round, practically spilling out of the bra with every breath she took. I stared.

I didn’t care who was watching. I didn’t give a f**k if the entire pack was in the room. I stared like a man possessed. My mouth dried. My palms itched. My c**k strained against my pants so violently I thought I might burst through them.

I had never wanted to bite something more in my life.

(You see them. You want them. You own them. Claim her. f**k her. Mount her in front of everyone. She’s wet. She wants it. Right here. Right now.)

She took a step toward the center of the ring and raised her fists. Her t**s jiggled with the motion, enough to drive me f*****g insane. I clenched my fists. My eyes burned. My blood rushed south.

She was going to be the death of me.

She looked up at me, completely fearless, and smirked.

“Ready, Alpha?” she said it, like a taunt, like she hadn’t just walked into the lion’s den with her neck bared.

I didn’t answer.

I was too busy trying not to drop my pants and f**k her against the mat in front of everyone.

She moved.

Fast.

Her fist came flying through the air before I could brace. It caught the side of my jaw with more force than I expected. I felt the crunch. My head jerked. My feet shifted. I actually stumbled back one step.

The room went quiet for half a second.

Then I saw her wince and shake her hand out like she wasn’t used to throwing punches. Her fingers curled. Her brows furrowed. And then she whispered it, low and breathless.

“f**k. That hurt.”

I wiped my mouth slowly and looked down at the red streak of blood across my knuckles. My lips were split. My jaw was throbbing. My c**k was harder than steel.

I turned to face her fully, and I smiled.

Not soft. Not kind.

I smiled like a predator who just found a mate stupid enough to bite him first.

“Is that all you’ve got, bunny?”

She didn’t answer.

She stepped back into position, fists still raised, breath quickening like she didn’t realize she just lit the f*****g match.

I cracked my neck. The sound echoed. I felt my blood boil over.

Then I charged.

I didn’t wait. I didn’t give her a chance to blink. My body moved before my mind did. My wolf was screaming for contact, for skin, for dominance. I wanted to knock her down.

I wanted to taste her breath against my mouth while she gasped from the pressure of my body pinning hers to the mat. I wanted her legs around my waist. Her tongue between my teeth. Her t**s mashed against my chest until she couldn’t f*****g breathe.

She wanted to play?

She was about to find out what it meant to tease the Alpha.

She didn’t flinch when I charged.

She stood her ground like she was ready for it, like she actually thought she could take me. Her fists were up, her stance was tight, and her f*****g t**s bounced with every step backward like they had no idea what they were doing to me.

Her sports bra was soaked through now, sweat darkening the fabric, clinging to the curve of her breasts so tight I could see the outline of her n*****s straining through.

My c**k was pulsing.

My vision blurred.

She dodged left. I followed. She kicked out. I caught her ankle mid-air and spun her toward the floor. She twisted before I could slam her down, landed on one knee, and came up swinging.

Her fist clipped my cheek again.

Fucking brat.

My head turned, but this time, I didn’t stumble. I used the momentum, grabbed her by the waist, lifted her clean off the ground, and slammed her back-first onto the mat beneath me. Her breath left her lungs in one loud gasp.

I pinned her.

One hand shoved both her wrists above her head. My thighs straddled hers, locking her legs beneath me. My chest hovered just above her bouncing t**s, and the second I looked down—f**k. Her pupils were blown wide. Her lips were parted. Her breathing was rapid. Her entire body was trembling underneath mine.

I lowered my face slowly, until our noses brushed.

“I warned you,” I growled, my voice thick with lust . “You punch an Alpha, you pay the f*****g price.”

She glared up at me, chest rising hard against mine. Her lips curled.

“Then pay it,” she said breathlessly, “or shut the f**k up and get off me.”

My c**k twitched so hard I almost moaned.

My wolf roared.

(Right here. Right now. She’s challenging you. Bite her. Rip that bra. Breed her until she forgets her own name.)

I didn’t move. I didn’t blink.

I pressed down harder, just enough for her to feel the weight of me, for her legs to shift against mine, for her cunt to grind against the bulge in my pants.

Her eyes widened.

Her breath hitched.

She felt it.

“That’s not a weapon,” she said, blinking up at me with a shaky smile. “That’s a d**k. Are you seriously hard right now?”

“I’ve been hard since the moment you took off that hoodie.”

“Oh my God.” She laughed, but it was high-pitched. Nervous. Flushed. “You’re disgusting.”

“And you’re soaked,” I growled, leaning in until my lips brushed her ear. “You can deny it all you want, but your scent doesn’t lie. You’re dripping for me, aren’t you, bunny?”

She tried to squirm, but I didn’t let her move. I kept her pinned, her body flushed against mine. I watched her skin burn red. I saw the heat in her eyes, the way her thighs clenched tighter beneath me.

“You think I can’t smell it?” I kept going, slower, rougher, lower. “You think I didn’t hear you last night in your room, trying to be quiet while you rubbed that little p***y raw under the covers?”

Her jaw dropped.

“Shut up,” she breathed, eyes wide. “You don’t know anything.”

“I know your fingers were shaking when you came. I know you bit your pillow so no one would hear you. I know you whispered my f*****g name.”

“I didn’t,” she gasped. “You’re sick. That’s not—no, I didn’t.”

“Then why are you grinding up against me right now?” I pushed down a little harder. My hips rolled once. Her body jolted beneath mine. Her back arched like a live wire had touched her spine.

She moaned.

She actually f*****g moaned.

And it was the hottest sound I’d ever heard in my life.

I grabbed both her wrists with one hand and slid my other down her waist, past her belly, until my fingers rested right at the edge of her leggings.

She sucked in a breath.

“You want me to stop?” I whispered.

She didn’t answer.

My fingers dipped lower, brushing the waistband. I felt heat. I felt soaked fabric. I felt her breath stutter.

I smirked.

“Say it,” I said softly. “Tell me to stop, and I will.”

She blinked up at me.

Then she did the one thing that completely f*****g shattered what was left of my control.

She rolled her hips slowly against me, grinding the soaked curve of her p***y against my c**k through our clothes, and whispered, “Then make me.”

Voices roared from every direction. “Alpha Lucian, shift!” one shouted. “Break her!” another screamed. “Let her know she should never punch a Blackthorne!”

I looked down at her again. She was still pinned beneath me, her wrists trapped above her head, her breath trembling against my throat.

“Should I give them what they want?

Then she smirked.

“I dare you Alpha”