Call Me Daddy
1719 Words
~Elena~
I’m not calling you Daddy,” I said again, louder this time, even though my throat felt like it was closing up and my knees were already halfway to giving out. “I’m serious. You can’t just walk up here and say something like that and expect me to fold like some weak little..”
He tilted his head.
Jeez.
Because that look? That slow, smug, soul-destroying look?
It made my panties stick to my inner thighs like I’d been caught in the rain. Like someone poured hot syrup between my legs and told me to keep it there until I begged for mercy.
My wolf wasn’t helping. At all.
“You already folded,” she purred. “Look at you. One sentence from him and you’re wet enough to slide across the ring. Keep talking, little rabbit. Let’s see how far you fall.”
“I hate you.”
“No, you hate that you love it.”
Lucian’s eyes dropped to my mouth and stayed there like he was imagining it open. Like he was imagining what kind of sounds I’d make if he pressed his thigh between mine and told me to ride until I cried. And the worst part?
I was imagining it too.
I was already flushed and sweating and babbling like a lunatic. I could feel the outline of my n*****s through the fabric. I could feel the heartbeat in my cunt. I could feel everything.
“I’m not calling you Daddy,” I repeated, this time with a hand gesture to make myself feel braver. “Even if you’re hot. Even if your abs look like they were chiseled by the Moon Goddess herself. Even if my brain is currently melting like cheese on a volcano. I have standards. I have dignity. I have—oh my god are you smelling me again?!”
Because he was.
Lucian was close enough now that I could see the flare of his nostrils. The heat in his stare. The slow, knowing, unbearable curl of his lips like he could taste my wetness on the air.
“You’re soaked,” he said, quiet and filthy.
I gasped.
“I am not—!”
“Don’t lie to me, bunny. I can smell the truth dripping out of you.”
I covered my face with both hands.
People were watching. Zia was half-hiding behind Raina, who was biting her hand to keep from screaming. The coach looked like she was two seconds away from strangling me. And I was standing there, soaking my panties, nearly crying from embarrassment, and getting visibly aroused in front of my whole freshman year because a boy smelled my heat and called himself Daddy.
This wasn’t school.
This was hell.
And I was the main attraction.
Lucian leaned in again. “Tell you what,” he whispered, slow and dangerous. “If you land one solid hit, just one, I’ll let you call me whatever you want. But if you don’t?”
His hand brushed my jaw.
My eyes fluttered.
His voice dropped an octave.
“You call me Daddy.”
My wolf whimpered.
My thighs squeezed so tight I almost fell.
My heart was pounding like a war drum.
And then, like the unhinged, s*x-crazed, anxiety-driven 18-year-old mess I was, I opened my mouth and said the one thing no sane person would ever say in a combat ring.
“Do I get to ride your thigh if I win?”
Lucian stilled.
So did time.
My own brain screamed at me like I’d just set off a fire alarm in church.
And then Lucian laughed.
“Bunny,” he said, stepping closer, “if you ride my thigh, you’ll be begging me not to stop by the time the class ends.”
And that was it.
I was done.
My wolf moaned out loud. My body betrayed me again. My panties were no longer wearable. My mouth was hanging open. And my brain was gone. Fully gone. Packed her bags and fled the scene.
“Oh f**k, Daddy,” I whispered before I could stop myself.
Lucian grinned like the devil himself.
“Finally,” he said.
Oh, bunny. You said it. You actually said it.”
I wanted to deny it. Pretend it didn’t happen. Pretend my mouth didn’t betray every cell in my body. But it was too late. The smirk on his face was too deep. Too dark. Too sure. Like my humiliation was his breakfast. Like my moan was the anthem he woke up to.
“I didn’t mean it,” I blurted, cheeks flaming, hands flailing like I could slap the word ‘Daddy’ out of the air before anyone else heard it. “It just slipped out. I was overwhelmed. I was under pressure. You smell like testosterone and danger! It was a reflex! Like sneezing! Like muscle memory! I meant punch! I meant…”
Lucian stepped even closer.
My voice died in my throat.
Because now he was chest to chest with me. Heat to heat. Power to panic. And I could feel it. I could feel him. His body. His breath. His c**k.
Yes, his c**k.
I could feel it pressing through his pants like it was already halfway to introducing itself.
My wolf let out the most perverted sigh I’d ever heard in my life.
“Look at him,” she whispered. “He’s hard. For you. In public. In combat. You’re not a student to him, bunny. You’re prey.”
“I am not prey!” I screamed internally, gripping my hoodie tighter like it could save me from public orgasm.
“You’re dripping,” she crooned. “Soaked, flushed, and ready to be mounted. You’re beyond prey. You’re begging for it.”
“No, I’m not..”
Lucian bent his head again, this time whispering directly into my ear with that thick, filthy voice that made my n*****s pierce straight through my bra like they were trying to say hi.
“You called me Daddy,” he said, every word a slow slide down my spine. “In front of everyone. You said it so sweet. So soft. Say it again, bunny. Say it like you mean it this time.”
“I will not,” I croaked, already trembling from how close his mouth was. “I—You—I didn’t—You—”
“Say it,” he breathed, one hand brushing down the side of my arm like he was testing my temperature. “Or I’ll make you scream it.”
My whole body tensed. I wasn’t breathing. I couldn’t. The air was too thick. Too charged. Too full of him. The whole class was watching. The coach was watching. My maybe-friends. Everyone. But all I could feel was him.
All I could smell was him.
And that smug, gorgeous, cocky voice whispered one more time.
“Daddy’s waiting.”
I snapped.
“I hate you,” I whispered, lips trembling.
Lucian smirked. “You want me.”
“I want to bite your d**k off!”
“While riding my thigh?”
I groaned.
My wolf moaned.
Lucian chuckled low, dark, delicious.
And then he reached up—slow, bold, unapologetic—and ran his thumb over my bottom lip like he already owned it.
“Say it again,” he said. “I dare you.”
“I know what you did last night.”
I froze.
Everything in my body locked up like I’d just been hit by a lightning bolt made of shame.
“With your fingers,” he finished, voice silkier than sin. “In your bed. In the dark. Moaning my name into your pillow while you soaked your sheets like a desperate little bunny who couldn’t help herself.”
My eyes flew open so wide I felt them dry out on the spot.
“What the f**k?” I hissed. “Shut the f**k up. I was asleep! I was fast asleep! I don’t know what you’re saying. You’re crazy. You made that up. I didn’t—”
Lucian leaned in so close our noses almost touched. His breath hit my lips like a warning.
“How long are you going to pretend, huh?” he murmured, and I swear I felt his words slide between my legs.
My wolf started howling with laughter. “Oh, baby girl,” she snickered. “He heard you. He f*****g heard you. You were loud. You were sloppy. You said his name. Twice.”
“No,” I whispered in my head, mortified. “No, I didn’t. I was dreaming. I wasn’t even awake. That wasn’t real. That was—it was muscle memory. Sleep-horny delusion. It wasn’t—”
“Was it my name you were whispering?” Lucian asked softly, dragging his fingers down my wrist now. “Or was it Daddy?”
“Lucian, shut the f**k up,” I snapped, voice cracking like I was about to burst into flames. “People are watching.”
“I know,” he said, his smile pure sin. “Let them.”
“BOTH OF YOU!” the coach suddenly snapped,
“What are you waiting for?”
I jumped like I’d been tasered. Lucian didn’t even blink.
“Combat. Now.”
It wasn’t a request. It was an execution order.
Everyone in the circle stepped back. I could feel their eyes. Their judgment. Their grins. They saw us. Heard everything. My shame was now a school-wide event.
Lucian smiled without turning.
His voice brushed against my ear one last time before we moved.
“Let’s see how long you last before you’re on your back, begging me to pin you harder.”
I blinked rapidly. Tried to breathe. Failed. Tried again.
My hands shook as I raised them.
And my p***y?
Oh, she was already waving a little white flag.
So I licked my lips. Swallowed down the fear. The heat. The filthy thoughts. The need to drop to my knees and say Daddy just one more time.
And I said it.
Out loud.
Voice strong.
Eyes locked to his.
“But I know one thing…” I whispered, tilting my chin up like I was about to make history,
“…I’m gonna combat.”
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