Claimed By A Father And Son

　　~Elena~

　　I fucked a father and son.

　　Yes, you read that right.

　　I didn't stutter. I took them both. One after the other. Sometimes at the same time. And no, I don't regret a damn thing.

　　They were both my mates. Not one. Not either. Both.

　　You could say the Moon Goddess smiled at me… or maybe she just wanted to watch me break.

　　And before you sit there with your mouth hanging open like you've never done anything wild, let me stop you right there.

　　Don't act like a saint. Not here. Not when I know for a fact that every girl has had at least one dirty little thought about her boyfriend's older brother.

　　The only difference between me and you?

　　I did it.

　　I didn't just think about it late at night with my hand between my thighs. I didn't just dream about it or write it in my diary or whisper it into my pillow like some helpless little virgin with a forbidden fantasy.

　　No.

　　I let it happen. I made it happen.

　　I opened my mouth. I spread my thighs. I looked them both in the eye and I chose sin. Twice.

　　So it all started when I walked into that dorm room, suitcase in one hand, overpriced coffee in the other, the last thing I expected to find was him.

　　He was leaning back in a chair like sin wrapped in skin. Shirt unbuttoned, boots crossed on the desk, one arm draped lazily over the back like he wasn't sitting in a shared dorm room.

　　He looked up when I walked in, and I swear to God, I forgot my name for a full three seconds.

　　"You're early," he said.

　　I blinked. "Excuse me?"

　　He gave me this slow, arrogant smile that made my ovaries threaten to revolt against my brain. "For someone who's about to move in with a total stranger, you look way too calm."

　　I looked down at my schedule, then at the room number stenciled on the door. "I think I have the wrong room."

　　"Nope." He pointed lazily at the other bed. "Top bunk's yours. Unless you prefer the bottom. I'm flexible."

　　"Who the fuck are you?"

　　That was the first thing out of my mouth.

　　No hello. No polite small talk. No "oops, wrong room." Just pure, shocked, travel-weary rage. Because when I opened the door to Room 214..my assigned dorm, the place I was told I'd be sharing with a girl named Lila or Lisa or Lauren or whatever..it was not a girl I found. It was a man.

　　A man. Sitting there like he owned the damn oxygen in the room, like he had been waiting for me to show up and lose my mind.

　　He didn't flinch. Didn't even blink. Just sat back further into the chair, stretched his legs out like a lazy lion, and smiled like the kind of trouble mothers warn daughters about.

　　"Oh, mind my manners," he said, with a slow, smug drawl that made every hair on my body stand on end. "I'm Lucian Blackthorne. But you can just call me Alpha. Or Daddy. I'm not picky."

　　I blinked. "Excuse me?"

　　He stood slowly, unfolding himself like he had all the time in the world. My brain tried to process what I was seeing..tall, lean muscle under a black t-shirt that hugged his chest like it had been tailored for sin, a jawline carved by divine pettiness, and eyes so sharp they looked like they'd cut through your excuses.

　　"I'm your roommate. ," he said casually, like that wasn't the worst thing he could've said.

　　"No. No, you're not. I'm supposed to be staying with a girl."

　　"Well…" He tilted his head and dragged his eyes down my body slowly. "You're not exactly what I was expecting either, omega."

　　I froze.

　　"What did you just call me?"

　　He smirked. "You heard me."

　　My pulse kicked into overdrive. "I don't know what kind of dumb prank this is, but I am not your fucking omega.

　　"Keep telling yourself that, sweetheart. We'll see how long that holds up."

　　"What the fuck is wrong with you?" I snapped, louder than I intended, voice breaking in the middle like I'd bitten into something too raw. "I'm not your omega"

　　He didn't back off. Didn't blink. He just leaned against the edge of his desk, arms folded, head tilted slightly like he was observing something fascinating under a microscope.

　　"No?" he said, his voice smooth and low. "Then explain the scent."

　　I blinked. "What scent?"

　　"You don't smell human. Not completely. And don't look so shocked…it's not an insult. I like it. That soft, subtle sweetness? It's… rare. Wild. Your scent changed the moment you walked in this room. My wolf noticed first. Then I did."

　　"You're insane."

　　He shrugged. "Maybe. "You know what?" I said, tossing my bag onto the top bunk with more force than necessary. "I don't care who you are or what kind of weird campus power trip you're on, but I'm not doing this. I'm not letting some random guy talk to me like this.

　　Lucian chuckled, low and unbothered. "Just shut up omega or I'll shut you up with something long and veiny"

　　"What the fuck! I'm not even yours!."

　　His smile dropped, and for one split second, something dark flashed in his eyes…

　　"Not mine yet," he said, voice barely above a whisper. "But you will be."

　　I took a step back, heart slamming against my ribs. "You need help."

　　"I need you."

　　"What the fuck is wrong with you?! We can't stay together. We'll tear each other apart!"

　　His smirk spread like slow fire. "Yeah," he murmured, eyes flicking down my body with maddening ease. "That's kinda the point, sweetheart."

　　"Stop calling me that."

　　"Would you prefer naughty omega?"

　　"I'd prefer you vanished."

　　He chuckled like I just flirted with him. "Feisty. I like that in a roommate."

　　"I'm not your fucking roommate."

　　"Oh, but you are. Until you run screaming out that door and even then, I'll still be here when you come crawling back."

　　I took a shaky step back, blood boiling, thighs tensing like I had to physically stop my body from reacting to the sound of his voice. "You're out of your damn mind."

　　"Probably." His eyes dragged over me again, slower this time, like he was unwrapping me with his gaze. "But you make insanity look worth it."

　　"You're impossible."

　　"You're adorable when you're mad."

　　"You're…"

　　He took a step toward me. Fuck. "Tell me more. I love when your mouth gets all fast and angry. Makes me wonder how fast it gets when it's wrapped around…"

　　"Don't. You. Dare."

　　His grin was wicked. "Relax, roomie. Just teasing."

　　I could barely breathe. My heartbeat was out of control. My chest rose and fell like I'd just run a mile, and the worst part? He saw it. He fucking thrived on it.

　　"You need help," I muttered.

　　He tilted his head. "Nah. I need you underneath me."

　　"I'll report this."

　　"Do it. Maybe they'll move you. Maybe they won't. But either way…"

　　He leaned close, voice brushing the shell of my ear.

　　"I'll still smell you in the sheets."

　　My breath caught.

　　He pulled back slowly, drinking in my reaction like it was a glass of something expensive. "What's wrong, sweetheart? No quick comeback for that one?"

　　"I hate you."

　　"No you don't."

　　"Yes I do."

　　"Then why are you still standing here?"

　　"I…"

　　"You want me to stop teasing?" he asked, stepping even closer, until I had to tilt my head to look up at him. "Then stop giving me so many reasons to start."

　　His fingers brushed the bedpost beside my hand. Not me…not yet. But close enough that the heat of him made my skin tighten.

　　"I can't stay here," I whispered.

　　"You can," he said softly. "And you will."

　　I turned away, shaking, humiliated by my own traitorous pulse.

　　"Get out of my space," I said.

　　"You're in my space, bunny."

　　"Stop calling me names! My name is Elena," I snapped.

　　Lucian's eyes didn't flicker. Not even a little.

　　He just tilted his head like a predator hearing something interesting.

　　"Bunny," he repeated..slower this time.Fuck… Thicker. Like he was tasting the word just to punish me.

　　I backed up one step. He followed with two.

　　"Stop," I breathed, hating the way it came out. Weak. Needy. Already too late.

　　He didn't stop.

　　His voice dropped so low I felt it in my spine before I heard it in my ears.

　　"I'll call you that until you're crawling across the floor to beg for my knot."

　　I froze.

　　Blood gone. Mind gone. Whole reality spinning.

　　Because he meant it.

　　He fucking meant it.

　　His jaw clenched once. His nostrils flared. He looked at me like I was already stripped bare, already under him, already ruined.

　　"You don't even know what you are yet," he said, eyes darkening. "But your scent is changing, and my wolf wants it all over his mouth. So yeah, I'll keep calling you Omega. Because I'm the one who's gonna pull your heat out with my fucking tongue."

　　I forgot how to breathe.

　　He didn't even touch me.

　　Didn't need to.

　　He just stood there with that fucking voice, and watched me crumble from across the room like he was already inside my skin.

　　Then he licked his bottom lip.

　　Smiled.

　　"I'm going out with some friends," he said casually.

　　He moved toward the door, one hand already on the handle. Then he turned his head just slightly.

　　"Unless you want to come with me."

　　Pause.

　　"Or we can stay here and fuck."

　　"I would rather eat fucking dust than sleep with you," I snapped.

　　"Do you hear me? Dust. Dirt."

　　He didn't flinch. Not even a little.

　　He just smiled. That kind of smile that says we both know you're lying, sweetheart.

　　"Mm," he hummed, eyes dragging down to my lips like he was already tasting them. "We'll see about that."

　　And then he turned. Again. This time even slower. Reached for the door. Opened it without a word.

　　But just before stepping out, he paused. Looked over his shoulder.

　　"Dust, huh? I hope it tastes as good as my cock."

　　Then he stepped out. Closed the door gently. Click.

　　And I screamed.

　　"FUCK!!!"

　　I can see you didn't stop and you read till this end.

　　You read every filthy word, let it drip into you like sin..slow, hot, and exactly what your body craved.

　　Don't even try to lie.

　　You're hot, aren't you?

　　Good.

　　So here's your only warning. Run while you still can cause this story will fuck with your soul…

　　And if you're still here, still reading?

　　Don't stop now.

　　You started this.

　　So take it.

　　Let's see how long you last before you break.