Claimed by My Mate’s Father

CHAPTER 8

Cameilla’s POV

My heart slammed against my ribs. “Get out.”

He raised a brow. “You sure you want me to?”

“I— just leave.”

He stepped closer.

“Funny,” he murmured. “Because a moment ago, you sounded like you wanted anything except for me to leave.”

I clenched the sheet tighter. “You’re unbelievable.”

“You were loud.” His eyes dipped to my legs and back up. “Very loud.”

“Stop talking,” I snapped, even as embarrassment burned through me. But he didn’t. He came closer — close enough that his scent wrapped around me again. My pulse raced. I knew I should push him away. I knew I should tell him to get out for real this time.

Instead, I lifted my chin and held his gaze.

He smirked as if he could smell my defiance.

“Trying to seduce me again?” he asked quietly.

I swallowed, forcing my voice steady. “Maybe I am.”

He leaned forward, bracing a hand on the bed beside me. “Careful.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m not a boy for you to tease,” he murmured. “And you’re playing a dangerous game, little wolf.”

I pushed his chest — not hard, but enough to show I still had pride. “I’m not scared of you.”

He didn’t move. Not an inch. Instead, he tilted his head and lowered his lips toward my neck. Not touching — just close enough that my skin tingled.

“You should be,” he whispered.

A shiver ran through me.

“Vaughan,” I breathed out his name before I could stop myself.

He exhaled softly against my skin, and every nerve in my body lit up. I reached for him — slowly, hesitantly — placing my hand on the fabric of his shirt. He didn’t pull away. Instead, he watched me with a hunger that made my stomach twist.

“You keep looking at me like you want something,” he said.

“I do,” I whispered. “And you know exactly what it is.”

His jaw flexed. He wanted to give in. I could feel it. The tension between us vibrated like a wire pulled tight.

I lifted my face closer to his, brushing my lips just barely against his. A ghost of a touch. A dare.

He inhaled sharply, grip tightening on the bed.

“Camilla,” he warned. But I didn’t back down.

I kissed him — soft, brief, teasing — and pulled back, meeting his eyes.

His restraint snapped for a second. His hand cupped my jaw roughly, possessively, dragging me back in.

His lips crashed onto mine, hard and demanding. His tongue pushed past my teeth, tasting me deep. I moaned into his mouth, my hands fisting his shirt. He kissed me like he owned me, sucking on my lower lip before biting it lightly. My body heated up fast, p***y getting wet again.

He broke the kiss, breathing heavy. “You taste so f*****g good.”

His hand slid down my body, under the sheet, finding my bare thigh. He squeezed the flesh, then moved higher, fingers brushing my p***y lips. I gasped, spreading my legs a little. He rubbed my c**t slow at first, then faster, making me buck against his hand.

“Already soaked,” he growled. “You want this badly.”

“Yes,” I panted. “Touch me more.”

He pushed two fingers inside me, thick and rough, stretching my walls. He pumped them in and out, curling to hit that spot deep inside. My hips rolled to meet each thrust, wetness coating his hand. I gripped his shoulders, nails digging in as pleasure built quick.

“f**k, you’re tight,” he said, adding a third finger. He f****d me harder with them, thumb pressing my c**t. I cried out, close already from the earlier o****m. But he pulled his fingers out, making me whine.

“Not yet.”

He yanked the sheet away, exposing me. His eyes raked over my body, then he dropped to his knees at the bed’s edge. He grabbed my hips, pulling me to the side so my ass hung off. His mouth covered my p***y in one go, tongue licking flat from bottom to top.

“Oh god,” I moaned, threading fingers in his hair. He sucked my c**t hard, then flicked it with his tongue. His hands held my thighs open wide. He pushed his tongue inside me, f*****g me with it, tasting my juices. I ground against his face, chasing the pressure. He groaned into me, the vibration making me shake.

“Vaughan, please,” I begged.

He ate me out like he was starving, lips sucking, tongue swirling. My o****m hit hard, p***y clenching as I came on his mouth. He licked every drop, not stopping until I trembled.

He stood up, wiping his mouth. His c**k strained against his pants. He unbuckled his belt, shoving them down. His c**k sprang free, thick and hard, tip leaking pre-c*m.

“On your knees,” he said, voice rough. I slid off the bed, kneeling in front of him. He guided my hand to his c**k, wrapping my fingers around the base. “Stroke it first. Slow.”

I pumped my hand up and down his length, feeling the veins pulse. He was so big that my fingers barely met. He groaned, hand on my head.

“Now suck it. Take the head in your mouth.”

I leaned forward, lips parting around his tip. I sucked gently, tongue swirling the underside. He pushed forward a bit, filling my mouth more.

“That’s it. Deeper now. Relax your throat.”

I bobbed my head, taking more of him each time. He guided me with his hand, f*****g my mouth slow. Saliva dripped down his shaft as I sucked harder, hollowing my cheeks.

“f**k, good girl,” he grunted.

I looked up at him, eyes watering, but I kept going, hand stroking what I couldn’t fit.

Then a sharp knock echoed from the main door.

We both froze.