Claimed by My Mate’s Father

CHAPTER 3

Cameille's POV

My hand moved down to my butt, and it was only then that I realised that I was exposed—like really exposed. Ass, smooth and cold.

My chest slammed as I quickly stood properly, my hands trembling slightly as I dragged the polo as if I didn't know it couldn't go further than that.

I buried my head to the floor, p***y tingling like so goddamn tease, n*****s pressing hard against the polo. It is shameless for my mate's father to be staring at his son's dripping mate so intensely like this. I just wanted the ground to open up and swallow me.

The Alpha started walking towards me, each step made my p***y clench harder and my n*****s tighter. His dark eyes fixed on me like he knew my darkest desires—like he knew I had slammed fingers inside my p***y earlier and c*m hard while thinking of him. The way his lips curled up in a dangerous smirk made it seem like he knew I just wanted him to grab me right here, press me against the counter, and ruin me as his son and my best friend watched.

I want to scream ….daddy…. until the whole pack hears my voice.

I don't want to be loved… f**k love. I had loved Lysander all my life, and still he won't touch me—not like I have wanted him to f**k me until now, right? I wanted to be ruined by the man who is totally off-limits.

I took a shaky step back and in no time, my back was pressing hard against the edge of the counter and my thighs were trembling so much.

Alpha Vaughan stood just inches away from me.

“Cameilla…” My name rolled out of his mouth as he owned me, and I kid you not when I said he did… because at that moment, my legs buckled and I stumbled backward, but before I could hit the counter, his strong arms wrapped around my waist. At that single touch, he didn't touch my cunt nor my breasts. He only f*****g touched my waist… but at that single touch, I felt a thin rail of wetness sliding down my thighs.

Yes, I cumed. Again. Again and now, my cream is shamelessly sliding down to my feet and soaking the marble floor beneath me.

Alpha Vaughan's eyes flickered down, then back to my face. Then he let out a dry chuckle. “You are making a mess down there, Cameilla.”

Those words knocked the air out of my throat. I felt the need to defend myself—tell him that I don't mean to and I don't know what came over me, but every part of me seemed to have given up on me.

“I had a shower, but I…” I stopped talking when I realized that I couldn't form a coherent sentence, and I quickly snapped my head to the side, ignoring the desires that rippled through my breasts as they were now pressing hard against his chest.

God… I bite down on my lower lips. If only he could suckle them.

He let me stand properly and removed his arms from my waist. He took a step back like I suddenly burned him. “Cameilla… you are really trying so hard, huh?”

“Wh—at?!” I stammered. “Trying— so—hard for what?”

“Trying so hard to get f****d. First, it was at the pool, you f*****g stared as I f****d Lena.” He circled around me and then stood behind me. I squeezed the edges of my polo like paper as his corruptible heat rubbed off me. His breath was warm against mine as he whispered, “Tell me, Cameilla.. did you wish you were her?”

I gasped, and I didn't bother denying it. There was no need to because he already figured everything out, and besides, I don't trust my voice at the moment.

“I bet you ran off to your room to f**k yourself to my memories. I bet you c*m harder than you've ever done in your entire life. Tell me, Cameilla…. Did you scream my name? Oh.. I bet you did.”

Still, I didn't answer. I was just still dripping.

“Is that why you are dressed like this?” He sneered, his voice dripping with mockery. “Dressed like a slut.. to seduce your mate's father.”

“No...” I finally said a word, maybe because he was wrong this time. “I have no intention to seduce you. I only came out to get something to eat.”

He scoffed bitterly. He clearly didn't believe me. “Something to eat, huh? I bet you don't mind if I eat you up right now?”

Of course, I don't mind, but then… Camellia, he is your mate's father for crying out loud.

“And I haven't even touched you, but you are already dripping so much,” he breathed out against my neck, and my breath seized completely. “Look at you staining everywhere, Cam. Tell me, for how long have you been craving your mate's father c**k?”

“I'm not craving your c**k, Alpha. I just bumped into—”

“Lies!” He growled. “All lies, Cam. You've seen it, you've craved it, and now you look forward to tasting it.”

Yes, he was right.

Then he left my back and stood before me. My eyes drifted lower, and when I saw the thick bulge in his pants, I swallowed hard but quickly looked away before he caught me.

“Did my son know that you touch yourself to his father's memories? Did he know that his mate is dripping shamelessly for his father? Did you know that even if he f**k you today... His father's c**k is what you wanted inside your virgin cunt.”

What?! My head snapped up at him. How did he know I'm still a virgin?

As if he could hear my thoughts, he nodded. “I know everything, Cameilla. I know that he has not touched you yet. I know you've never had anything in your cunt other than your fingers and toys.”

Humiliation crept down my spine.

“But you know what… I won't f**k you, Cam,” he taunt. “I won't even touch a strand of your hair. You know why? I want you to keep craving it, keep wanting it even though you know you can never have it.”

My heart split open at his words. That was the greatest punishment ever—craving something one can never have.

“Understood?” He snarled.

I nodded. “Yes...”

“So, stop seducing me, Omega. I won't be shameless to f**k my son's mate.”

I didn't say any other word. I just nodded again. The silence lingered between us for a while before he turned and walked away, like he was never here, yet his presence lingered, his heat was still rubbing off me, his scent was still all over my polo, and his words… they rang louder than a bell.

I took a deep breath in. Yeah, he is right. I shouldn't be shameless to crave my mate's father.

After I had managed to steady my breath, I rolled out a chunk of tissue and wiped my wet inner thighs, my feet and even the floor.

Since when did I start dripping this much?

I walked out of the kitchen. I was no longer hungry. I was horny.

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“You know you don't have to leave, Cam,” Lysander said, getting into the driver's seat of his Lamborghini. “I'm sorry if it's about—”

“No, this is not about yesterday,” I cut in sharply. “I just want to leave. I should leave today, right? Maybe I would have gone in the evening, but there is nothing to do this morning. Besides… you've been busy these past few days, and we hardly even spend any time together.”

I couldn't sleep all night. The Alpha's c**k, voice, heat and scent lingered in my memories so much that I had to f**k myself with the dildo while imagining it was his c**k. I had c*m while biting down on my pillow to keep his name from spilling out of my lips, and it wasn't until then that I could sleep.

This morning when I woke up, I smelled of arousal and lust, the sheet beneath me was soaked and that was when I knew I had to get away from this mansion before I got ruined completely.

“Fine,” Lysander murmured, his jaw tight and ignited the car.

I smiled at Lita who was standing by the door and waved at her. She had noticed my mood earlier and asked me what was wrong, but I couldn't tell her a thing—couldn’t tell her that her father had f****d me everywhere but in reality.

“Don't miss me too much,” she called out as the car pulled away. “I will be back before evening.”

“Take your time, baby,” I called out.

As the car drove out of the mansion, I looked up towards the direction of the Alpha's wings, and he was there. He stood like a god among monsters, shirtless, arms folded across his chest and eyes burning.

I quickly looked away. Thank Goddess, I was leaving, and I will make sure to stay away from this mansion for a very, very long time.