My Mate's Father wants me

Chapter 3

Bruce did not hesitate.

The way he looked at me made my skin burn hotter, deeper, like I had nowhere to hide anymore, and my face flushed instantly as heat rushed up my neck. I became painfully aware of how exposed I was standing in front of him.

I should not have been here like this.

But I could not move.

His gaze stayed fixed on me, focused and intent, studying me in a way that made my stomach tighten. I saw his throat move as he swallowed, slow and deliberate, the sound too clear in the quiet space.

Embarrassment hit all at once.

I tried to close my legs, my hands moving quickly to cover myself, but he stopped me, his grip firm enough to hold me in place without hurting me.

“Stay still,” he said, his voice low and controlled. “I need to see properly.”

My breath caught at that.

My wolf stirred again, alert and watching, but she did not resist the way she should have.

Then he touched me.

The contact was direct and careful, his fingers moving with purpose, slow and precise as if he was trying to understand every detail. The sensation sent a sharp reaction through my body, making my back tense while my fingers gripped the edge of the sink tightly.

He was not wearing anything on his hands.

The roughness of his skin made the contact feel stronger, and my body reacted instantly, a tremor running through me before heat followed, rising fast and spreading deeper.

My breathing turned uneven.

This was wrong.

I knew it clearly.

But my body did not listen.

My wolf pushed forward instead of pulling back, reacting to him, to his presence, to the steady control in the way he handled me.

I felt too aware of everything.

My eyes drifted toward him without permission, drawn in despite myself.

Bruce stood close, his body bare from the waist up, his build solid and defined in a quiet way that did not need to be shown off. His presence alone filled the space, heavy and grounded, impossible to ignore.

Then I noticed his scent.

It reached me slowly, warm and strong, settling into my senses in a way that made my chest tighten.

My wolf reacted instantly.

She leaned into it.

Accepted it.

The heat inside me flared again, sharper this time, making my fingers tighten and my legs tense despite how exposed I was.

After a moment, he pulled back slightly, his expression shifting into something more thoughtful.

“I see the problem,” he said calmly.

I swallowed, my throat dry.

“What is it?” I asked quietly.

He did not hesitate.

“Your body has not recovered the way it should have,” he said. “After carrying strong pups, especially twins, the muscles should contract again over time. Yours have not.”

My chest tightened at his words.

He continued in the same steady tone, almost clinical.

“In a normal case, there would still be resistance. In yours, there is barely any. That would explain why John cannot feel anything.”

The words still hurt.

Even though I already knew.

I lowered my gaze slightly, my fingers curling at my sides as the weight of it settled in.

“He won’t even touch me anymore,” I said softly. “I tried earlier, but he pushed me away.”

My wolf stirred again at the memory, restless and unhappy.

Bruce watched me for a moment before speaking again.

“This can be corrected,” he said.

I looked up quickly.

“It can?” I asked.

He nodded once.

“But not the way you think.”

My stomach tightened slightly.

“What do you mean?”

He held my gaze steadily.

“This kind of issue requires direct correction. The muscles need to be trained again, repeatedly, until they respond properly.”

I frowned slightly, trying to understand what he meant.

“With John?” I asked.

He shook his head.

“You already told me that does not work,” he said simply. “If there is no response, there is no progress.”

My chest tightened again at that.

“Then what am I supposed to do?” I asked.

He did not look away.

“You need someone who matches your current condition,” he said. “Someone who can provide enough pressure for your body to react and recover. It has to be consistent, at least once a day for several days.”

My mind went blank for a moment.

“What?”

The words felt unreal.

“That is the only way to rebuild the response,” he continued calmly. “If you leave it like this, it will only get worse.”

My wolf reacted before I could.

She became alert, focused, drawn in by what he was saying.

But my mind resisted.

“That sounds wrong,” I said, my voice unsteady. “That is not normal.”

“It is not common,” he corrected. “But neither is your condition.”

I hesitated, my thoughts tangling together while my chest felt tight and my body still reacted to his presence.

Where would I even find someone like that?

Someone who could match what he described.

My wolf already knew the answer.

She turned toward him.

Bruce watched me quietly for a moment before speaking again.

“There are not many who would be suitable,” he said. “But there is an option.”

My breath caught slightly.

“What option?” I asked.

He stepped closer.

“I can help you,” he said simply.

My heart skipped hard.

“You?”

He nodded.

“I am not like most,” he added. “My condition is different. My body developed beyond the normal range. In your case, that may be exactly what is needed.”

My thoughts spun quickly.

This was wrong.

Completely wrong.

He was not just any man. He was my mate’s father.

I hesitated, my lips parting slightly. “I don’t think this is—”

“No more hesitation,” he cut in, his tone firmer now. “If you delay, your condition will worsen. You came to me for help. This is the solution.”

My wolf surged at his tone. Responding without hesitation.

I froze where I was.

Before I could say anything else, he moved.

His hands guided my legs apart again, positioning me without hesitation, and my breath caught sharply as my body tensed at the exposure.

The position made my face burn instantly.

I should have stopped this, but I didn’t. My wolf did not let me.

The next second, Bruce eagerly removed his shorts. The next second, something massive sprang free.

My breath nearly stopped. So it really was acromegaly. It was thick and long. Like really thick.

Even though I was already loose and open, I was afraid. How would any human survive that enormous length?

Looking at Bruce's sexy, muscular body and his astonishing manhood, the desire inside me flared completely out of control.

Maya was just outside. The sheer wrongness of it, the thrill, made my head spin.

The controlled calm from before was thinning, replaced by something heavier, more primal. Like his wolf was taking over.

My breath grew uneven again as his gaze locked onto me, darker and more focused than before.

My wolf reacted instantly, drawn in by it.

My fingers tightened against the sink as he stepped closer gripping his massive length towards my center.

“Oh—oh my God, I… ah!”

I couldn’t hold back my voice when his fingers suddenly brushed against my most sensitive spot.