Claimed By A Father And Son

She Won

~Lucian~

I didn’t move.

Not at first.

Not when the crowd roared. Not when the heat between us got so thick I could smell her arousal rising like steam. Not when her mouth curled in that bratty little smirk like she thought she’d won.

I just stared.

Straight into her f*****g soul.

Because she said it.

She really said it.

“I dare you, Alpha.”

My jaw clenched so hard my veins popped . My vision darkened. My c**k pulsed so crazy it hurt. My wolf slammed against the inside of my ribs like he wanted out. Now.

(Enough waiting. She’s ours. Take her. Bite her. Mount her on the mat while they scream our name.)

I gripped the floor with both hands to keep from snapping. My bones strained. My blood boiled. I could still feel her p***y grinding against the thick line of my c**k through our clothes.

She didn’t even try to hide it.

She wanted this.

And she didn’t know what she just invited.

“I’m going to ruin you,”

She lifted her chin. Her breasts were rising and falling faster now, barely contained by that soaked black bra. Her legs twitched like she couldn’t decide if she wanted to run or wrap them around me.

“Then do it.”

I grabbed her wrists again. I yanked them over her head and slammed them into the mat hard enough to make her gasp. She arched. I pinned her hips with my thighs. My c**k ground down into the curve of her soaked center, and the friction nearly made me lose it.

But I didn’t move.

I didn’t thrust.

Not yet.

She needed to feel it.

She needed to beg for it.

“Do you feel what you’ve done?” I growled into her neck, dragging my tongue up the side, slow and claiming. “Do you feel what your little dare has turned me into?”

Her breath was shaking. Her thighs were trembling beneath mine. Her scent was everywhere now, thick and intoxicating, clinging to my skin like smoke.

“You’re disgusting,” she breathed, voice cracking.

“And you’re soaked,” I snarled. “You want this c**k, don’t you? Say it. Say you want me to f**k you in front of every wolf watching.”

“I don’t,” she whispered, but she was grinding. Her hips were rolling into me.

(Claim her. Now. Bite her throat. Show them what happens when someone dares an Alpha.)

“I said no,” I told my wolf.

(Then let me out. I’ll do it myself.)

I snapped.

I’ll give you one last chance,” I said, my voice low and unforgiving.

Her fingers twitched. Her lips parted, barely, like she wanted to speak but had swallowed the words instead. Good. Let her feel that silence crawl down her spine like a warning.

I crouched beside her slowly, deliberately, letting my presence smother every inch of air she thought she had left. My breath grazed her cheek, warm and steady. My c**k was still thick, still pulsing behind my pants, aching to be buried where it belonged—but I didn’t press it against her again.

Not yet.

This moment wasn’t about lust. It was about the breaking point. About choice.

“Get yourself up,” I growled, my eyes locked to hers, not blinking. “Get on your feet. Prove you’re still in this. Prove you haven’t given up.”

Her chest rose sharply.

She wanted to stand. She needed to.

.

(“She won’t get up,”) my wolf snarled inside me, pacings. (“She wants to submit. She wants to be f****d. She wants to be ruined in front of everyone watching.”)

“She’s still fighting,” I muttered under my breath.

(“Then let’s make her prove it,”) my wolf hissed. (“Make her bleed for it. Make her crawl. Or bend her over right here and finish what we started.”)

I leaned in closer, my voice dropping to a dark, intimate whisper meant only for her.

“But if you can’t…”

I didn’t finish it.

I let the silence wrap around us like chains.

Then I turned my head slowly, letting her see what I saw.

The crowd. The wolves gathered around the edges of the mat. Eyes gleaming. Breaths held.

(“They want us to f**k her,”) my wolf growled, his voice thick with bloodlust. (“They want her broken. Screaming. Whimpering beneath us while they watch. They want to hear her beg for the knot.”)

I looked back down at her. Smirked.

“Then I’ll do what the audience wants.”

“You’ve got a deal, Alpha,” she said.

Then she moaned.

My c**k jumped hard against the restraints of my pants, thick and aching with the need to mark her, to punish her, to flip her over and bury myself so deep inside her she wouldn’t remember her own name.

I lunged without thinking, ready to end this, but she moved faster.

Her hands grabbed my shoulders. Her thighs snapped around my waist. And in one swift, she rolled us. The world tilted. My back slammed against the mat.

She rose over me.

My jaw clenched so tight I thought it would snap.

The crowd lost their minds. Gasps rang out.

Her hands pressed to my chest, her nails dragging down my skin through my shirt. Her eyes burned into mine with something between lust and rebellion. She rolled her hips again, slowly, teasing me with the full length of her heat while keeping that little smile on her lips like she wasn’t already soaked through.

She knew exactly what she was doing.

And so did I.

“You feel that?” she whispered, her voice low and soaked with pleasure. “That’s what you do to me. That’s what everyone’s watching. So tell me, Alpha—are you going to lay there like a good boy, or are you going to show them what happens when someone like me touches your throne?”

The crowd erupted again, louder this time. They were shouting over one another. Voices blended into chaos. But through the roar, a single chant started to rise.

“Shift, Alpha!”

“Shift now!”

“Don’t let her win this!”

My wolf surged forward inside me like he was done waiting. His voice filled my skull, growling and snarling and hungry for blood and heat and surrender.

“She’s mocking us,” he snarled. “She’s making you lie there with her cunt on your c**k while the pack watches. Flip her. Bite her. Knot her. Shift and take her right now.”

I grabbed her hips with both hands, digging my fingers in so hard she gasped.

She arched her back in reaction, and her moan spilled out again, even louder than before.

I didn’t release her. I held her exactly where she was, forcing her to feel how hard I was beneath her, forcing her to recognize that the teasing wouldn’t last much longer.

“Shift,” my wolf growled again. “Do it. Now. Flip her. Show them who the Alpha really is. Mount her. Mark her. Shut her up with your knot and let them see what surrender looks like.”

Her breath came out fast. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips parted.

The way she moved told me she was fighting not to come already. She was close. So close. But she wanted to take me with her.

And that was when I realized she wasn’t just teasing.

She was challenging me.

“Don’t make me shift, bunny,” I growled.

But that girl?

That crazy, dripping, reckless little girl on top of me?

She smiled.

And she f*****g answered.

“I’m not scared of you.”

But before I could move.

Before I could flip her.

Before I could lose every last shred of control I had left..

A whistle cut through. It was the coach.

“Elena Vale. You won this round!”

She pushed off me like I was the mattress in her bedroom, not the Alpha she had just pinned in front of the entire pack.

“Yes I did it!”

She turned her head one last time, the strands of her sweat-damp hair clinging to her face, her eyes locking onto mine like a blade sliding into soft skin.

That smirk still hadn’t left her lips.

She wasn’t done.

Not even close.

And just when I thought I had seen the last of her mouth…

She opened it.

And said the exact kind of thing that would make the entire pack howl for weeks.

“Keep staring, Alpha. If you want another ride, next time bring snacks and stamina.”

My vision blacked out for half a second.

The crowd lost their minds.

Half of them burst into screams. The other half laughed so hard someone dropped to their knees, gasping. I heard someone choke on their drink. I heard my own Beta groan out loud, “Moon save us.”

My c**k twitched.

My wolf growled.

And my pride shattered.

“She wants to die,” my wolf snarled in my head, pacing like a caged god. “She’s not just mocking us now. She’s carving her name into your throne and daring you to take it back. Drag her. Punish her. Claim her.”

She turned fully away after that and sprinted toward her little pack of sugar-high misfits. The same two girls from before threw themselves at her like she had returned from war with a crown. One of them jumped on her back. The other kissed her cheek.

They all squealed again.

Spinning.

Giggling.

Ponytails bouncing like they didn’t just watch their best friend grind on the Alpha in front of a full council.

One of them screamed, “You’re going viral, b***h!”

I was still standing there.

Still watching her.

Still trying to decide if I wanted to drag her off the mat and punish her until she forgot how to smirk—when it happened.

It all flipped.

One second Elena was laughing, high off adrenaline, her little pack of girls clinging to her like she was a hero.

The next, the temperature in the room dropped ten degrees.

And then I heard the voice.

“You stupid ass b***h. You pinned my man.”

Everything snapped.

Heads turned.

The crowd went quiet..too quiet.

And then there she was.

Veronica.

“What gave you the audacity to pin my man, huh?” she shouted, her chest heaving. “You wanted to feel his d**k in you. That’s what you wanted. You stupid ass bitch.”

Gasps erupted around the training hall.

Elena’s shoulders stiffened.

Her friends froze beside her, mouths open, too stunned to speak.

And then Veronica moved.

She lunged forward without warning, grabbed a handful of Elena’s hair, and yanked her backward so hard her neck snapped at an angle.

Elena screamed.