Claimed by My Mate’s Father

Cameille's POV I'm bored! So f*****g bored! I had just come to spend the weekend in my mate, Prince Lysander's, mansion, but he was not around. He said something about visiting the pack borders to check on the situation of things and the warriors there because the Rogues have been on rampage for weeks now. He has been gone for hours and I wonder what was keeping him there for too long. I decided to take a tour of the mansion. It wasn't my first time here, but every time I came here, the mansion looked grander and more exquisite than the last. I moved slowly…. My eyes darted around as I admired the dangerous oil painting of wolves with dripping jaws on the wall, the rare artifact at every glass table and the expensive furniture and grand chandeliers. It was a sight to behold. I walked past the swimming pool… and that was when I heard it. The faint but unmistakable sound of moans and whimpers. Instantly, my legs froze. I thought no one was home except Lita and me. Lita was my best friend and course mate at the BlueMoon College. Lysander was her brother and the captain of the men's ice hockey team in college. Lita and I play in the women's team… and not to brag, I'm the best in my team. The voice definitely doesn't belong to her. In fact, I just left her sleeping in her room. The sound came again—more guttural and raw. Oh.. f*****g Moon. Just how hard is the person getting f****d. I really wanted to know. Before my mind could process it, my legs were already moving on their own. I turned back, walked down the path that led towards the pool, and the scene unfolding before me made my thighs tremble. One of my college professors, Lena, was in a swimming top that only covered her n*****s and remained naked below. She was seated at the edge of the pool. Her head was thrown back, and her moans spilled out shamelessly. While Alpha Vaughan Thornhart was standing inside the water, his head was buried between Professor Lena's thighs, and his strong, tattooed arms were wrapped around her waist to pull her closer. The scent of their arousal and lust was thick in the air. It was disrespectful to watch as the Alpha was screwing my professor. Everything inside screamed at me to leave, but my legs won't move. My eyes won't avert from the scene either. “Oh… Vaughan,” Lena whimpered, her fingers fisting into his hair. “You are killing me with your tongue...” I swallowed hard. My thighs were now trembling so hard because my p***y was tingling. My legs buckled, and I quickly pressed my back to the cold wall before I stumbled backward. I pressed my palms on the wall and bit down on my lips until I tasted copper. One of Alpha Vaughan's hands drifted higher, and he squeezed one of her breasts…. Damn, my own breasts became heavier like he squeezed them, and my n*****s hardened. Oh… my p***y is clenching so hard. I needed something—anything in there. I pressed my thighs together tightly in a desperate bid to stop the brutal clenching. But it won't stop. I am f*****g soaked—so soaked to the extent that the crotch of my lace panties cleaved to my p***y lips like a second skin. “Yes!” Lena let out a guttural growl and arched her back forward. “I'm going to cummmmmmm...” She started breathing heavily, and moments later, the Alpha removed his head from her thighs. There was c*m all over his jaw and chin. Then, as if he could feel my presence, he snapped his head at me. My chest pounded so loudly as our eyes met. Still, I tried to leave… but I can't; my legs are useless—it was like they betrayed me the moment I heard those moans minutes ago… and the messier part? My p***y is still dripping shamelessly. My body trembled more violently, and I don't know if it was from fear or desire. This is really the end of you, Cameilla. Instead of the fury I had expected, Alpha Vaughan's lips curled into a smirk—dark and knowing. Of course, he knew. He knew that I was dripping for him. He knew the mess I was making down there. Without breaking eye contact, he swiped his tongue around his lips. “Nice taste as usual, Lena.” He jumped out of the water and involuntarily my eyes sized him up. Beads of water that rolled down his sexy tattooed abbs. There was a line of hair that trailed from the middle of his chest, down over his stomach, right into the waistband of his briefs and when my eyes drifted lower a little down… I forgot how to breathe completely. His briefs were wet, cleaving to his c**k which looked like the size of my arm. It was so hard that his tip was sticking forward and it almost looked like it was going to rip the briefs apart. My c**t pulsed in need as I watched him grab the towel and wiped himself. Then with a dangerous smirk, he asked, “How much did you like my c**k?” “Not like, Vaughan,” Lena answered, still trying to catch her breath. “I'm obsessed with it.” I knew he wasn't asking Lena; he was asking me. “I guess it's time I ruin you with it,” he breathed out. When his hands grabbed his waistband, my brain started functioning all of a sudden. If he stripped himself naked in front of me, then I might really lose my mind completely. I quickly turned away and ran out of the pool. I burst into the room, my body still burning with desires and lust. What the f**k was that? Would the Alpha really strip himself naked if I remained there? And why am I sexually attracted to my mate's father? Oh f**k… I tried to calm my nerves, but I couldn't. I paced around the room like a ragged dog. I feel so hot, so horny. Before I knew what was happening, my hand gripped the edges of my polo, and then my jeans, letting them pool on the floor. I remained in my snugly packed bra and soaked lace panties. I shouldn't do this… I shouldn't. But f**k, I can't help it. I walked towards the bed, laid on it and parted my thighs wide. I shifted my panties to the side. I trail a finger slowly around my slick c**t and shockwaves coursed through my body. I didn't waste time before I pumped two middle fingers inside my hole. I breathed out in relief as my hole welcomed it—clenching around it perfectly like a f*****g lock and key. My fingers slide all the way in freely, and then all the way out, a smacking sound reverberates through the room. Oh.. damn, I squeezed my eyes closed as pleasure rippled through me. Involuntarily, my mind drifted off… to the intense scene of the Alpha devouring Lena's cunt earlier, her pleasurable screams, the way he licked her c*m while staring at me, his hard rod… Jesus.. Camille. You shouldn't have such thoughts about him. He will be your father- in-law next year after graduation if you marry his son. I tried to push him off my mind and think about his son instead, but it was difficult. Instead, I imagined that my fingers were his—the ones he used to grab Lena's t**s. Thicker—stretching my hole wider. His thrusts were harder—until the base of his finger was pressing hard against my c**t. His pace was faster—until my body shook. He f****d me until my stomach flipped upside down, until my chest cracked open, until my cries echoed through the room, but thank Goddess it was soundproofed. My back jerked off the bed violently. My toes curled so hard that it seemed like my nails were going to snap off. My breathing turned ragged. I rolled my eyes so hard that I could see over a hundred rainbow colours in the sky. Beads of sweat ran down my forehead despite the air-conditioning in the room… and I shattered. Not the usual dripping c*m that I used to have anytime I f****d myself. This one was thick, warm, and coated around my fingers and p***y. Still breathing heavily, I collapsed on the bed and thrust out my fingers. I dipped it inside my mouth and tasted myself. It was more delicious than ever. “Fuck.. Alpha,” I moaned out.