I F*cked My Ex’s Alpha Dad (and I Recorded It) VI
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The moment the kiss ended, Kael didn’t let go of me.
He kept one arm locked around my waist like he thought I might disappear if he loosened his grip. The pack was still silent, still staring, but I barely noticed them anymore. My body was still humming from the shift. My blood felt different. Hotter. Wilder. Like something ancient had woken up inside me and wasn’t going back to sleep.
Kael leaned in, lips brushing my ear. “We’re done here.”
He didn’t raise his voice, but the command in it was clear. The crowd started to disperse slowly, whispering among themselves. Asher was still standing on the platform, face blank, but his eyes burned with pure hatred every time they landed on me. Amaya had gone pale beside him.
Kael didn’t even look at his son. He just turned, still holding me, and led me away from the square.
We didn’t go to my shitty apartment. We went to his.
The Alpha’s quarters sat on the pinnacle of pack territory– a massive house built into the side of the hill, all dark wood and stone. I’d never been inside before. The second we stepped through the doors, the air changed. It smelled like him. Pine. Smoke. Power.
He didn’t speak until we reached the bedroom. The door clicked shut behind us.
For a second, neither of us moved. I stood there in his cloak, still feeling the ghost of my wolf under my skin. Kael watched me like he was seeing me for the first time.
Then he stepped forward and pulled the cloak off my shoulders.
It fell to the floor.
His hands came up to cup my face again, thumbs brushing over my cheekbones. This time the touch was slower. Gentler.
“You have no idea,” he said quietly, “how long I’ve wanted to do that.”
My throat felt tight. “Do what?”
“Claim you.” His voice dropped lower. “Not because you used me for revenge. Not because you were angry at my son. But because I’ve been watching you for years, Nova. Even before Asher threw you away. I saw how hard you tried. How loyal you were. How he never deserved any of it.”
I swallowed. “You never said anything.”
“I couldn’t.” His thumb traced my bottom lip. “You were his. And I’m not the kind of man who steals from his own blood.” His eyes darkened. “Until you decided to steal from me first.”
A shaky laugh slipped out of me. “I didn’t exactly plan for it to go this far.”
“Good.” He leaned in until his forehead rested against mine. “Because now you’re not going anywhere.”
He kissed me again. This time it wasn’t for show.
It was deep and slow and hungry in a way that made my knees weak. His hands slid down my back, gripping my ass as he walked me backward until my legs hit the bed. I fell onto it and he followed, mouth never leaving mine.
Clothes came off in a rush, but once we were both bare, Kael didn’t rush to f**k me.
He took his time.
His hands moved over my body slowly, like he was relearning every curve now that everything had changed. When he finally pushed my thighs apart and settled between them, I expected him to line himself up and push inside like he had before. Instead, he lowered his head.
The first drag of his tongue through my folds made my whole body jerk.
He didn’t tease. He licked me like he was starving for it — long, slow, filthy strokes from my entrance all the way up to my c**t. A low, satisfied sound rumbled out of his chest the second he tasted me.
“f**k,” he muttered against my p***y. “You taste even better now.”
I barely had time to process what he said before he sealed his mouth over my c**t and sucked.
Hard.
My back arched off the bed with a broken cry. One of his big hands pinned my hip down while the other slid under my thigh, spreading me wider. His tongue was relentless — circling my c**t, flicking it, then flattening and dragging over it in broad strokes that made my legs shake.
“Kael— oh my god..”
He pulled back just enough to speak, lips shiny with me.
“Luna,” he corrected, voice rough. “You’re my Luna now. Say it while I eat this pretty cunt.”
Before I could answer, he shoved two thick fingers inside me and curled them hard, hitting that spot that made white spots burst behind my eyes. At the same time, he sucked my c**t back into his mouth and started flicking his tongue over it fast and precise.
I sobbed.
No one had ever eaten me like this. Not Asher. Not anyone. This wasn’t just head — this was worship. He was devouring me like he wanted to ruin me for anyone else, like he needed to prove something with his mouth. Every time I tried to close my thighs, he forced them back open with a growl and kept going.
My hands flew to his hair, gripping tight. He didn’t mind. If anything, he seemed to like it. He groaned into me and started f*****g me with his fingers harder while his tongue worked my c**t in tight, relentless circles.
I was already close. Too close. “Kael, I’m gonna…”
He pulled his mouth off just long enough to look up at me, eyes dark and hungry.
“c*m,” he ordered. “c*m on your Alpha’s tongue like a good f*****g Luna.”
He dropped his mouth back down and sucked hard.
I shattered.
The orgasm ripped through me so violently my vision went white. My thighs clamped around his head as I came with a broken, sobbing moan, grinding against his face without shame. He didn’t stop. He kept licking me through it, slower now but still insistent, drawing it out until I was twitching and whimpering.
Only when I went limp did he finally pull back.
He crawled up my body, mouth and chin glistening, and kissed me deep. I could taste myself on his tongue. It should’ve been filthy. Instead it felt like he was marking me from the inside out.
He reached between us and lined himself up, rubbing the thick head of his c**k through my soaked folds.
“Now,” he murmured against my lips, “I’m going to f**k you.”
He pushed inside in one slow, thick thrust.
I gasped, my back arching. Even after everything, he still stretched me in that perfect, almost-too-much way. He didn’t move right away. Just stayed buried deep, forehead pressed to mine, breathing hard.
“Feel that?” he murmured. “That’s me claiming you. Properly this time.” He started to move.
It wasn’t the frantic, punishing pace from the club or my apartment. This was slower. Deeper. Like he wanted me to feel every inch. Every time he bottomed out, he ground against me, making sure I felt the pressure right where I needed it. His hand slid between us and rubbed my c**t in slow circles while he f****d me.
The orgasm hit me fast and hard. My p***y clenched around him as I came, my thighs shaking, nails digging into his back. He didn’t stop. He kept moving through it, chasing his own release with low, filthy praise in my ear.
“That’s it. c*m for your Alpha. Good girl. My perfect f*****g Luna.”
When he came, he buried himself as deep as he could and stayed there. I felt every hot pulse of him filling me. His knot swelled at the base, locking us together, and I moaned at the stretch. He didn’t pull out.
He just rolled us so I was on top, still knotted, and pulled me down against his chest. One of his hands stroked slowly up and down my spine while the other cupped the back of my head.
We stayed like that for a long time. Eventually, I lifted my head and looked at him. “What happens now?” I asked quietly. “With the pack. With Asher.”
Kael’s hand kept moving, slow and steady.
“Asher will fall in line. Or he won’t. Either way, he’s no longer my heir.” His eyes met mine. “You are. Your blood is stronger than his ever was. The pack will see it. They already felt it tonight when you shifted.”
I swallowed. “I don’t know how to be Luna.”
“You don’t have to know yet.” He brushed a strand of hair from my face. “You just have to stand beside me. The rest will come.”
I rested my head back on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. For the first time in years, I didn’t feel like I was waiting for the next bad thing to happen.
I felt… safe.
Kael’s hand slid down to rest over my lower stomach. His thumb stroked the skin there in slow circles. “And one day,” he said quietly, “when you’re ready… I’m going to put my pups in you. Strong little lycans with your blood and mine. The pack will need an heir that actually deserves the title.”
My breath caught. He felt it and chuckled softly.
“Not tonight,” he murmured. “But soon. When you’re ready to stop running and start building something real with me.”
I lifted my head again and looked at him. This man had been my ex’s father. The feared Alpha. The one I used for revenge. And now he was looking at me like I was the only thing in the world that mattered.
I leaned down and kissed him. Slow. Deep. Certain. When I pulled back, I whispered against his lips, “I’m not running anymore.”
Kael smiled — small, real, and a little dangerous. “Good,” he said. “Because I would’ve chased you anyway.” He rolled me onto my back again, still half-hard inside me, and started moving slow and deep once more.
This time, there was no revenge. No anger. Just us.
And for the first time, that was enough.
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