Claimed by My Mate’s Father

CHAPTER 2

Cameille's POV

I had c*m, right? But what came next was regret. As I stepped into the bathroom to wash off the aftermath of my sins, a thought rang in my mind: I shouldn't have done this. It could have been anyone else but not my boyfriend and my best friend's father. But then it was a sin that was too good, and I would do it again if I got the chance—even if I'd regret it each time.

The shocking part of it all was that I won't stop thinking about how I want his thick rod inside me, even if it was just once.

As I stepped out of the bathroom, I sighed for the hundredth time today. The door creaked open, and Lysander walked in with a shopping bag from the luxurious store downtown. I already knew it was mine. He got me a gift again.

Lysander was the perfect mate anyone could ask for. He was handsome, kind, caring, and he spoiled me silly.

“Hey, babe.” He closed the distance between us and kissed me lightly on my cheeks. “How have you been? Sorry, I was late.”

I forced a smile at him. “It's fine, babe.”

He raised the bag up. “I got you this.”

“Thank you.” I took it from him and reached inside the bag. There was a crystal blue dress, golden heel sandals, and a clutch.

Lysander and I have never had s*x before. We've only kissed, and that was because he suggested that we keep it until the day we are officially mates, and I agreed, but now, I don't even know anymore. My virgin p***y is still tingling so much... I just wanted something in there.

And just then, a thought crossed. What if Lysander f**k me? I'm sure I'm going to forget about the Alpha.

Carefully, I dropped the bag on the bed, and my fingers gripped the edges of the towel, and I unwrapped it, letting it pool beneath me. Lysander's eyes furrowed as he stared at me with his mouth wide open. He must be surprised at what came over me.

Your father came over me, Lysander. His gaze was dark with lust.

“What are you doing, Cam?” He muttered.

“You,” I breathed out, grabbed my breasts, and clasped them together. The pink and swollen n*****s stood erect and ready to be claimed. I stepped closer and shoved them on his face. “I want you to touch me and also f**k me, Lysander. Let's have foreplays and s*x. I'm ready to let you claim me.”

He didn't say anything for a while, and I wonder why he was taking so long to react. Am I not attractive enough?

Lita used to say that I have the sexiest body ever. My breasts are heavy and full—the type that doesn't need much help to spill out from blouses. I have a succulent and rounded ass—it bounces with every step I take. My hips flare out like the ocean with a belly button. Even my scent is seductive and addictive—especially at the night of the full moon when I'm in heat—it is enough to make any he-wolf go feral with lust.

He just crouched lower, grabbed the towel, and wrapped it around my body. “We shouldn't do this, Cam.”

Did he just reject me?

“What? Why?!” The words slipped past my lips before my mind could catch up.

He shrugged. “I don't just want to. Let's wait until the mating ceremony, like we've always wanted.”

“But… you were the one who wanted it.” I tried to touch him, but he took a step back as I burned him.

“No, Cam!” His jaw was tight now, and anger flashed in his eyes. “Just take care of yourself like you always do. I will leave now… You can have the room to yourself.”

He walked out of the room before I could say any more words.

What?

Take care of myself like I always do?

He knows about how I used to pleasure myself with my fingers and toys?

I had thought I was secretive enough but he knew and acted like he did not know.

My stomach knotted painfully. I can't help but think that there must be more to his not wanting to get intimate with me.

My p***y clenched desperately again, and I pressed my thighs together tightly. I staggered towards the closet, reached into my bag to grab my dildo. Irritation curled up my spine as I looked at the red carved object in my hand.

“Oh f**k,” I cursed angrily and hurled it against the wall. “I need a f*****g real c**k,” I yelled out, frustrated, and a tear leaked out of the corners of my eyes.

I walked towards the bed, laid on it and covered myself with the spread.

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Slowly… my eyes fluttered open. It was a good thing I had slept off earlier, at least I felt better now. I pushed myself up and that was when a sickening growl erupted from my stomach.

I was hungry. I didn't eat dinner.

My eyes darted towards the fancy golden clock across the room. 12: 50 am.

Oh.. shoot. I'm so hungry and I knew I couldn't hold it until it was morning, so I decided to get something to eat.

Wrapping my hands around my stomach, I slipped out of the bed and made my way towards the closet. I yanked it open, picked out one of Lysander's polos and threw it. It barely covered my ass, but I didn't mind. There was no need for panties or a bra because I'm just going to get something real quick.

I walked out of the room, towards the kitchen. The fluorescent lights lit up the silent mansion.

On the gas cooker, there was a pot of well-garnished lamb sauce, and it was my favourite food. My lips curled into a smile, and I mumbled a song excitedly.

I stood on my toes to pick out a plate in the cabinet above. I couldn't. I stretched to my limit, and the polo ride up my ass… I didn't bother to pull it down because I just want to get the f*****g plate and eat before I really die of hunger.

Until I felt a pair of eyes burning into my ass, and when I snapped my head back… someone stood there, his arms folded across his chest.

Yeah… and it was no other person than him.

HIM.

The devil in Armani.

The Great King of the BlueMoon Pack.

The most powerful, ruthless, and influential Alpha of the coastal region.

A man who doesn't forgive nor forget his enemies, and he ripped them apart with his bare hands.

A man who commands an army of wolves.

Alpha. Vaughan. Thornhart.

Lysander's father.

His dark stormy eyes were fixed on me like I was his prey. He was my predator. And he had come for nothing other than to hunt me down.

My heart raced in my cunt, and it felt like this man didn't just own my body—he owned my fate.