~Nadia

It had been a long day.

A really long one.

Being touched by someone else while Alpha Lucian’s eyes burned into me from across the pool… yet he did nothing. Nothing to satisfy the storm he’d stirred inside me.

By the time the sun began to sink, the party felt unbearable. Everywhere I turned, people were tangled together. Couples pressed against each other, lips locked, hands touching boobs and pussies, cocks in mouths.

Others formed threesomes, fucking themselves in rhythm to the thrum of music and the heat of urge.

Laughter mixed with moans, the air heavy with the scent of sweat and orgasms.

The backyard had turned into a carnival of pleasure, of people losing themselves to urges without shame or hesitation.

And me? I just stood at the corner, watching, doing nothing to sate the thirst of my own pussy.

Doing nothing to get one of those heavy cocks inside my pussy as well.

Not because I didn’t ache like them. But because the only one I wanted refused to touch me.

Aiden already left before the heat of the party began. He had a few duties to fulfill at council.

He didn't want me to stay here by myself, but I insisted on staying a little longer.

I held a glass of alcohol in my hand at the bar counter, watching everyone fuck themselves up.

I looked around, searching for Alpha Lucian.

I knew he wouldn't be there but I just couldn't stop myself from searching for him.

I wanted him. My pussy did.

It was aching. Yearning. Pulsing.

Pussy beating violently between my thighs, my slick dripping down my thighs uncontrollably.

I tried to feel normal. To not think about him.

But my pussy ached painfully, urgently in need of his cock.

I pictured him in my head. Pictured him walking right up to me, leaning in to kiss me, his cock out of his shorts, pressing my inner thighs.

And just then, I heard my name from a deep gravelly voice beside me.

I turned sharply, already calling his name.

“Daddy Lucian?" I called, more breath than voice.

But then I realized. It wasn't Lucian.

Just some random guy at the party.

I sighed to myself, frustrated.

Then I scanned the stranger.

He looked impressive.

His eyes were shallow grey, large chest and six hard abs. His bikini bottom lying low on his waist.

The sound of the music and moans sank in the background as I greeted back.

“I noticed you've been here by yourself. Do you need a partner?” he asked casually.

“Uh, not really,” I responded. “I'm okay with just the view.” I lied,

Of course I wasn't okay with watching other girls get fucked hard in their pussy while my own pussy leaked between my thighs, lips pressing together each time I moved.

I needed to get fucked too.

But not from just anyone. I wanted only my Daddy Alpha’s cock inside my pussy.

As if he didn't hear me clearly, he stepped closer to me, leaning in, his steps slow and deliberate.

Confusion etched itself on me, but he was already too close for me to think.

His hands moved behind me and rested on my waist, slowly sliding down to my ass.

He leaned into me, his breath brushing my skin. I could feel it.

He was directing his mouth to my lips.

I couldn't move. His grip on me was firm, his breath tickling my skin.

Then… his lips brushed mine. Lightly at first.

He pushed further, his lips parting my lips, going deep inside my mouth.

He kissed me, the kiss growing wetter, lips flushing inside my mouth.

He tasted of sweet wine, lips soft and full, engulfing my lips, sucking me, his teeth lightly biting me.

Goddess help me, I leaned in and kissed him back.

I couldn't resist. Not for long.

He grabbed my ass tightly with the hand behind me, then used his other hand to press my breasts.

I gasped and he swallowed my breath. He pushed me to the wall and his hand suddenly reached under my panties.

I gasped.

But then I saw Alpha Lucian again, standing at the far end, watching me with those piercing green eyes.

My heart flinched.

He had no expression on his face. Not really.

Just a stern gaze piercing me. He looked furious. His stare burned on the back of the stranger whose finger was already stroking my pussy.

I pushed him back with my hand on his hard chest.

Then I stumbled away from the wall, stammering, “I- I need to leave now.”

Before I could look again, Alpha Lucian wasn't there anymore. He had disappeared again, like he'd never been there.

I took to my heels and ran inside the house, upstairs to my room, my slick rolling down my thighs.

I quickly locked the door behind me.

I dragged my panties down my legs and threw it to the side.

I fell on the bed with my back, my legs spread on different angles.

My pussy was wet as fuck, dripping profusely.

I didn't waste a second before shoving two fingers inside it

I stroked myself hard and fast. Very deep.

My fingers instantly became soiled with my milky creams, dripping down my pussy while I worked my pussy out to get an orgasm.

I remembered his stare. The way he watched me get finger-fucked by Vanessa.

The way his hard chest and muscles glinted under the sunlight. His jawline looked the sharpest from a distance.

I imagined what his cock would look like. How big and thick it would be.

Maybe fourteen, or fifteen, or seventeen.

Or maybe even twenty inches.

Oh fuck!

I fucked myself harder. But it wasn't enough.

It never had.

Maybe if I had been ruined and torn by my greatest obsession, only then would I be wide enough for my fist to fit inside my pussy.

But no. I was still untouched.

I was just a fucking virgin Omega, dying for Alpha Lucian to notice me as his mate. And then claim me in the most painful, yet sweetest way.

I gasped, stroking my pussy hard.

Then…

My cum erupted, shooting out like water in a balloon that just popped.

My breath hitched, my legs unsteady as I got up from the bed.

My thighs were soaked, knees almost dropping to the floor as I struggled my way to the bathroom.

My bed was dirty, messed up with my cum, messed up with my third orgasm for the day. Yet it wasn't the last.

My pussy was still aching, swollen, like my fingers weren't half enough.

It wasn't.

I pushed the bathroom door open and turned on the steam.

Maybe this would help me.

Maybe the heat would help distract my nerves and my mind from thinking about him.

I stood in front of my reflection, staring at myself.

Staring at how filthy, ruined and messy I looked.

My thighs were soaked with slick, fingers dripping off cum.

My face was flushed.

Not satisfied.

I still felt empty.

I’d only received fingers in my pussy since I was sixteen.

I was fed up. Endured for so long

I wanted cock now.

Daddy Lucian's.

I wanted him to grab my neck, rip off my panties and deep his cock inside my pussy.

It would hurt. I would scream. Cry.

But that would only be a percentage of the ache I feel now. The ache of watching my pussy drip orgasm from my fingers fucking it instead of his cock.

I wanted my next bleeding to be caused by him ruthlessly shoving his cock hard inside me.

I wanted him to wipe my blood off. Not because I fell on the field and bruised my little arm while playing with Aiden, but because he fucked me hard and ruined my virgin cunt.

I turned on the shower, stripped and sat under it.

I needed to cool off. My pussy needed it more than my brain.

It had leaked so much, hurting from constant finger thrusts.

The water rushed on me.

Then I smelled something.

It wasn't the water. Nor bathroom fragrance. Neither was it the smell of shampoo or soap.

It was something stronger.

Thicker.

It smelled like pine and whiskey.

I could feel the heat. Stronger than the heat from the steam.

Wolf heat.

It hit me, seeping through my nostrils, going inside my head.

Hell fucking no.

My pussy was leaking again, dripping slick.

I gasped and spread my legs.

I didn't bother to look down. Didn't want to see how soaked and filthy I was.

I threw my head behind me as I shove my finger in my pussy again.

I screamed, moaning, mouth and nose inhaling the steam floating in the air.

I pushed my finger deeper, stroking my pussy non-stop.

My moans echoed in the walls of the bathroom, the slurpy sounds of my finger dragging in and out of my pussy buried under my moans and the splashing sound of the shower hitting my stomach and boobs.

I went harder. Faster.

And then…

My cum splashed out of my pussy to the floor.

I fell flat, watching it mix up with the flowing water, flushing out of the bathroom.

The scent hit harder again…pine. Whiskey.

I knew it was him.

He was around somewhere, watching me suffer, watching my cunt get ruined, dying for him to notice.

He should have smelled me by now.

My heat-slick.

Was he trying to resist me or did he just love seeing me suffer like this?

The scent tightened.

I couldn't hold on anymore.

I followed it, crawling on my knees to the door.

The space was quiet but the scent tightened in the bedroom.

My gaze shifted to the floor. There were footprints…giant, less human-like, more wolf.

My breath caught.

He was really there.

Watching me.

Watching me suffer.

Watching my pussy get ruined with ordinary fingers.

Watching it drip out empty orgasms.

I just sat on the door post, chest rising and falling silently, my heart pounding loudly.

My pussy still aching. Yearning for him.

~Nadia

The next morning, I woke up to the glowing sun seeping through the window, light rays pouring on my face.

I sat up on the bed and the first thing that came to my mind was him.

The man who was supposed to be like a father to me.

The man who made me drip on my panties without even touching me.

Alpha Lucian.

I stood up from the bed, my legs shaking, clit still throbbing.

I forced myself to the bathtub, took my bath quickly and stepped out, wiping the cold water off my skin. Wiping the dripping slick off my thighs.

I put on my strapless tube top and a very short skirt.

The skirt stopped high up my thighs, just below my ass cheeks.

Beneath the top was nothing but bouncing boobs and hard nipples, jiggling with every step I took out of the room.

I didn't care to apply makeup. My hair was messy, scattered all over my face.

I was ruined and filthy. I didn't want to hide it. I wanted him to see what his shadows did to me. How badly his scent got my pussy leaking.

I pulled the door knob and stepped out of the room.

That was when I heard low voices echoing down the hallway.

Curiosity tugged at me, and I followed the sound until three figures came into view.

Alpha Lucian walked beside Aiden, their heads bent in quiet discussion. Between them sat an older man in a wheelchair, his presence commanding despite his frail body.

His silver hair fell in thin strands over a deeply lined face, and his sharp eyes seemed to hold centuries of memory. The weight of time had bent his hands into a permanent tremor, yet his aura was anything but weak.

Elder Damian Cassius.

Even before Aiden gently pushed the wheelchair forward, I recognized him.

I was told he was once the beta of the Ashenhowl pack. He was a name spoken with reverence, his counsel respected by all. Age had stolen his strength, but not the authority that clung to him like a cloak.

Still, my attention didn’t linger on him. It stayed locked on Lucian.

Aiden was the first to notice me. He glanced up mid-conversation, his expression breaking into an easy smile that seemed to light his face.

“Nadia, don't stand there, come here,” he said,

I stepped forward, forcing a smile on my face.

Elder Damian looked at me with an adoring glint, his eyes crinkling at the corner as his thin lips curved into a smile.

I bent low in front of Elder Damian and he patted my back, rendering blessings.

I turned to Alpha Lucian, “Good morning, Daddy," I greeted and he stretched his hand for our usual morning hug.

Damn!

My heart pounded as I stepped closer and wrapped my arms around him, my hard nipples and boobs pressing to his hard chest.

He shuffled my hair and I moaned, my pussy beginning to leak again.

I pulled back.

“Okay, dad, I will see Elder Damien out."

Alpha Lucian nodded and Aiden carefully pushed Elder Damien away, the ruffling sound of the wheelchair disappearing into the distance, leaving me and Daddy Lucian alone in the hallway.

My legs shook as I stood in front of him, clit throbbing hard between my legs.

I couldn't stop myself from looking at him.

He was a perfect Alpha with perfect build.

He never wore a shirt. Except he was going for a meeting at council.

Today he was only wearing a small singlet that barely fitted his big muscles and arms.

Like he knew how that made me feel.

How the sight of his bare chest made my clit leak.

He had sweat clinging on his skin, his chest beating too fast. I noticed.

I could fucking see it.

I looked down at my legs and my slick was thinking down my thighs again, the spot glistening.

He could see it.

I knew it.

My skirt was so short, nothing was hidden. My pussy leaked, lips swollen, pounding hard against my thighs.

I knew he could see it.

He could fucking see everything.

Of course he knew I wasn't dripping for Aiden or anyone else. It was for him.

I couldn't stand his scent. It made me tremble. It made my knees weak. It made my pussy pound tirelessly.

I didn't move closer.

I wanted him to make the first move.

I wanted him to show me he could see my vulnerability.

I wanted him to whisper to my ears that he knows I'm his fucking mate while shoving his cock deep inside my core, fucking me mercilessly.

I tightened my lips, hoping silently.

Hoping he would move one step toward me, lift my skirt and insert one of those big fingers deep inside my pussy.

But nothing.

He did nothing.

Just stared at me like I was a fucking ghost.

Like the slick running down my thighs was invisible.

Like he couldn't see how pale my face had become from restless nights and days of fucking myself with tiny fingers.

I stepped back.

He watched me. Silently.

Tears were almost dropping from my eyes but I held it back.

I couldn't understand why he would gain pleasure in watching his own little girl suffer so much.

I ran back to my room, slammed the door as hard as I wanted my daddy Alpha to slam my pussy with his balls.

I fell on the bed, face down, legs spread, fingers ready.

I flinged my arm between my thighs, throwing two fingers straight inside my pussy.

I stroked hard, remembering his stares, remembering the way my soft boobs pressed to his hard chest when I hugged him.

Fuck.

I stroked harder, my palm slamming on my clit, my liquids pouring on the bed.

The door silently creaked open, the smell of pine suddenly sneaking inside my nose.

I noticed. But I didn't stop.

I went harder.

Ass lifted to the air, legs spread wider, fingers going in harder.

Still not enough.

I jumped out of bed, scattering through my makeup tools like a lunatic, looking for nothing specific.

So in line! I found my blush brush.

Slim. Fairly long. Smooth tip.

Just like a cock.

It wouldn't do but at least it was better than my finger.

I flopped onto the bed again and took the tip of the brush and inserted it inside my pussy.

I moaned, taking it deeper, fucking and hitting my core continuously.

I squeezed my own boobs, pinching my nipples very tight, moaning real moans.

My pussy hurt but no orgasm. Not yet.

I continued, going harder. Deeper.

Just then, it shot out of my pussy in a thin string…my cum…right on my duvet.

I fell on the bed, arms and legs weak, the brush still inside my pussy, my juices rolling down it.

But then there was a brief knock on the door. It swung open almost immediately and Aiden stepped in.

“What the fuck!" I exclaimed.

~Nadia

My pulse pounded in my ears. I quickly dragged the duvet and draped it over my body, my hands shaky.

Aiden's brows furrowed. He walked in and closed the door behind him.

“Nadia?.." he called, stepping closer, "what were you doing?”

"You really need to learn some manners, Aiden," my voice splashed across the room.

He halted his steps.

I adjusted on the bed, sitting up and making sure I was completely covered.

“How dare you walk into my room carelessly. Don't you have knuckles to knock?”

His lips shivered, "I- I’m sorry, but I knocked before stepping in.”

"Of course you did." I snapped.

“I'm sorry, Nadia, I didn't think you would be doing anything I wasn't supposed to see.”

I bit my lips so hard, adjusting the sheet wrapped around me

My voice dropped…low and firm.

“Get out."

“What?!" He asked. Like he didn't hear me clearly.

“Get out, you son of a bitch, Get out!” My voice stormed across the room.

He didn't say anything. Couldn't.

He took one step back, eyes still fixed on mine, as if broken by my words.

He took one more step backward before turning around and clicking the door shut behind him, leaving me alone in the biting silence of my room.

“Oh goddess! What did I just do?!” I gasped, standing up from the bed and tossing the sheets aside.

My legs were shaky, arms vibrating in the air as I picked up the brush from my bed, my fingers sticking to it because of the creamy juices rubbed all over it.

I touched myself. Still wet. Still dripping.

I needed more. I wasn't satisfied yet.

My pussy was still swollen, clit throbbing. Aching.

I sat on the edge of the bed, my legs lifting from the ground as I spread them.

One hand moved up to my left boobs and grabbed it, the other hand directing the brush in between my legs.

I gasped when it touched the lips of my pussy. Then I pushed it and it went deeper. My thighs vibrated for a bit as I deepened the brush inside my pussy.

I moaned when my pussy swallowed the brush, my breath hanging in my throat.

I stroked my pussy with it. Very fast.

Fist slamming on my pussy clit, slick rolling out of my pussy.

I moaned. Bit my lips so hard. Then screamed when I couldn't hold it in anymore.

I squealed, hips wriggling on the bed, my entire body racking.

I fell back on the bed, my body felt too weak to move, my pussy still pressing against each other, clit soaking wet.

I wanted something better. Bigger. Larger. More experienced.

But no one could give me what I really wanted.

Only Alpha Lucian.

Aiden would be willing. He wouldn't even hesitate if I asked.

But it was his father I wanted. Daddy Lucian.

The man who raised me from just a little kiddo to the woman who's now obsessing over him.

I wanted him so badly. He knew it.

But maybe I was meant to suffer.

The moon goddess planned it all.

She did not just let my mom die when I was just four. She also bound me to a man who was off limits.

Who did not really care about me.

My legs shuddered as I stood up, thighs ruined, pussy beating harder than ever.

As if all the orgasms I attained were nothing. Like they didn't count.

But really it didn't.

Because the one who was meant to make me cum neglected me, still acting like he didn't know what I really needed.

His cock.

I stood up from the bed, and walked out of my room. For how long will I stay there and suffer silently?

My pussy was ruined. Thighs messed up. Hands filthy.

I hated to look at myself but I wanted him to see me. To see how filthy I got for him.

I walked down the hallway. Past the family photos and frames of fallen pack heroes.

I walked past where I was supposed to. Past where I was forbidden to ever cross.

I wasn't thinking. Couldn't.

My pussy overwhelmed me. The beat of it.

My thighs struggling to contain it.

The sign on the door was clearly forbidden but I didn't mind. The same way the moon goddess didn't mind before mating me to him. Daddy Alpha.

I held the door knob. The metal felt cooler than it was supposed to.

I whined and pushed the door open.

The room looked different. Different from how I last remember… ten years ago when Aiden and I sneaked into it, searching for nothing specific.

It was one of the childhood mischiefs we did together.

We were caught, mildly punished and brutally warned never to go there again.

But today, there I was, being drawn and controlled by my dripping pussy. By the scent of the man whom I used to call daddy and feel nothing.

But today, when I called him daddy, my pussy would leak, dripping uncontrollably.

The room was dark, wind blowing from corners I couldn't see.

By the window, sunlight seeped through, faintly stabbing the darkness.

And there he stood.

He knew I was there. But he didn't move. Didn't turn around. Not yet.

My gaze locked on his silhouette. Heart pounding so loudly in my head, pussy pulsing. Leaking.

I took one step inside and he moved his fingers.

My heart flinched.

His scent seeped through my nostrils. I barely held myself.

Held myself back from diving on him, inhaling enough of that magnetic scent and grasping his cock out of his shorts and shoving it inside my mouth.

He turned around.

My legs pinned to the ground. I could move. Didn't dare.

My heart throbbed louder, thighs clutching together to stop my slick from leaking down my thighs.

Stupid attempt.

He took one step toward me and my soul left me.

Maybe I shouldn't have come here.

Maybe I should have just stayed back in my room and let my body rot in empty orgasms.

I flinched, taking steps backward with every step he took towards me.

But then everything closed against me. The wall behind me and his shadow towering over me.