~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.

~Nadia

My breath caught as I looked up at him, the air seizing around my lungs.

My back was pressed against the wall now. There was nowhere to move. No where to run to.

He caged me with his big arms pinned to the wall on either side of my head.

“Why are you here?" He asked, voice dropping low and deadly.

"I-I…"

“You came here to look for something you think is truly yours. Something you won't be able to take if I give it to you.”

My heart paused for a second, pussy leaking without breaks, shamefully rolling down my thighs.

His eyes dropped down to my boobs. Then my legs.

And finally,

Finally he saw me

Dripping for him.

“You get yourself worked up day and night because of me,” he spat, his words dropping stiffly down my spine.

I shivered.

One hand dropped on my thighs. He gripped them with a firm seductive hold. One that made me quiver right in his hands.

He noticed.

Then he trailed it upward. High up my thighs, hovering just around my pussy.

My breath paused.

No air.

Everything ceased.

Except my stomach curling low and hot.

The nerves under my skin begging for something they might not know how to control.

His hands touched my slick. Rubbed on it.

Then he clenched his teeth and his voice dropped again.

Sexily. deadly.

“You’re soaked…for your daddy.”

Oh fuck. That word.

Daddy.

The next blink, I was in the air, his grip firmly on the neck of my shirt, holding me up.

Not just his grip.

His hard abs too.

Oh, lord help me.

I could feel him. His scent became tighter in my lungs, the heat from his body seeping into mine without mercy.

His hands reached under my skirt and he touched my pussy.

I gasped.

He parted my pussy lips with his big fingers, my slick dropping on his hand.

“You want me, huh?"

I barely nodded.

“You think you can take me?"

He pushed his hips into me and his cock pressed into my stomach. I gasped.

He was huge.

So fucking huge.

His meat was thick.

Not hard. Not yet.

He pressed it into my stomach again and I squealed.

“You're untouched. And you want me to be the one who ruins your tight little virgin cunt.” he tapped my pussy lips brutally.

I moaned. No real words could escape my lips.

He pressed his cock to me again.

Harder this time.

“But you're too young for me. So fucking young. I literally raised you. Guarded you while you took your bath because I didn't want any mother fucker from this pack harming you.” He said.

“You'd come to me and ask me to help you wipe your back because your hands were too short to reach. And I'll do it gladly. No negative thoughts. Just the eyes of a father who would stop at nothing to protect his daughter.”

His words stung me.

“But today, here you are, barging into my wing, searching desperately for my cock,”

I swallowed, my pussy lips clenching on nothing.

I badly wanted it to clench on his cock.

When he'd ruin my virgin cunt and fuck me hard.

He touched my pussy lips again, his fingers hovering near the entrance.

His gaze dropped on my face. His stare lasted for a moment too long.

Then he dropped me to the floor with a stinging warning.

“Get out from here. And if you ever try something so stupid again, I'll ruin you in ways you’ll never imagine.”

I looked at him once.

Then I took one step away from him.

Then another, almost leaping from the filthiness hanging between my thighs.

By the time I stepped out of the wing, the air in the hallway felt easier. Less dense.

I managed to walk to my room. I stepped inside it without bothering to close the door.

I sat down, my ass sinking into the soft mattress…the same ass begging to be ruined.

Begging for my daddy Alpha to grip tightly while he'd shove his cock inside my messy hole.

I spread my legs apart and touched myself.

Of course I was wet. So fucking wet.

I had walked into the wing, soiled from only thinking about him.

But when I walked out, I was dripping, leaking uncontrollably from his touch. From his sexy green eyes stabbing my entire body.

My breath wasn't steady. Not one bit.

The way his fingers slapped on my wet lips. So hard I nearly came.

The way his mighty cock pressed into me like it could fuck out my lungs if it dared went inside my body.

I was wet. And dripping.

I romanced my pussy lips, remembering him…his tattoos, dripping voice…the one that always got me crawling on my knees.

I clenched my teeth together. The same way my pussy clenched around nothing while he held me up, abs and cock pressing tightly to my fragile body.

He broke me long before he ever realized.

But he doesn't know. Not yet.

I pushed two fingers inside me, hands shaking, body trembling.

I stroked my extremely wet pussy.

But I felt almost nothing. Nothing to sate the amount of storms that had been looming inside me since I was sixteen.

It was nothing to be compared with how that large and thick meat under his shorts might make me feel if he used it on me.

I stroked myself.

I would have tripled my fingers and shoved all three inside me.

But they wouldn't fit.

Not in my tight virgin cunt.

I went with two.

Stroked harder. Faster.

And in no time, I was leaking out cum again.

Ruining my sheets for the hundredth time.

My hand fell on the bed, ruined virgin thighs spread apart, stained messy with my slick.

And suddenly, I remembered his stinging words.

“But you're too young for me. So fucking young. I literally raised you,”

My lips tightened.

I buried my face in my pillow, tears gushing out.

I knew it. I wasn't enough for him. I would never be.

I was just a fucking unfortunate little brat.

Maybe I wasn't really fated to him.

I was rather fated to suffer.

Nothing in this world could be more unbearable than the one who you want being so off limits as my Daddy Lucian.

The one who's the only solution to your problem watches you suffer.

Get ruined.

Fucked and fed up with fingers.

My lips tightened…pussy lips

I was feeling him all over again.

His touch. His cold stares.

My pussy leaked again but I locked my thighs this time.

No.

Not one more.

Not one more fuck with my fingers.

If he wasn't going to take me. To claim me. To mark me.

If he'd prefer to watch me suffer then I'll just have to give him the show.

No other option.

I clenched my legs tighter, my soft pussy lips pressing together.

Not another one masturbation.

I would also watch me suffer.

Because what is the point?

He already made it clear that I was too young for him. That I wasn't enough.

He raised me as a father so I was wrong to fantasize over him.

But I know I wasn't.

The moon goddess was.

Above every other person in this pack, it had to be Lucian.

I would let a gamma fuck me if he was my mate.

But here, Alpha Lucian didn't even think for a second before thrashing me away.

I stood on my feet.

My clit still throbbed…for him.

But I'll do everything to ignore it.

The room felt suffocating. The whole world did.

Even my clothes suddenly felt too tight.

I stripped.

Walked filthily to the wardrobe.

I grabbed my silk robe.

This would be airy enough.

I put it on and tied it loosely against my filthy body, the material plastering against the wetness on my thighs.

My nipples stood hard under it, dry like a desert.

No lip’s ever touched it. Ever.

And I wanted my Alpha Daddy to be the first.

But since he's chosen to ignore me, I'll just die a virgin.

I needed something to pass time with.

Maybe a bottle of alcohol could help me waste my life. I’d drink to stupor until all my pains went away. Until I felt nothing for Lucian anymore.

Or maybe…just maybe…I needed something stronger than alcohol.