LOGINElena
A FEW HOURS LATER My thighs were pressed together so tight it was starting to ache, but I wasn’t moving. I was sprawled across the top bunk in nothing but a towel, my legs were bare, skin still wet from the shower, my hair dripping onto the pillow, leaving little cold trails down my shoulder blade, and I was trying to breathe. Just breathe. It had been two hours since Lucian walked out of this room, but it still felt like he was in the air. On the sheets. Between my thighs. Inside my fucking skull. I pressed my phone to my ear and whispered, “Ava. I think I’ve made the worst mistake of my life.” “Okay, wait, hold up,” Ava said, voice too alert for how late it was. “Are we talking pregnancy, debt, or did you bang your new roommate already?” I groaned. “No. But my towel is slipping and I think my brain is broken.” “…You’re talking to me in a towel?” “Because I haven’t moved in an hour. Because I can still feel him in this room. Because I swear, Ava, if I breathe too hard, I’ll remember what he said and..fuck..I’ll combust.” There was a beat of silence. Then Ava sighed. “Tell me everything. From the top. Don’t leave shit out.” I pulled the towel tighter around me, even though it was already soaked through in places it shouldn’t be. My legs rubbed again. My mouth was dry. “I told him to stop calling me Omega.” “Uh-oh.” “And he said… he said…” I covered my face. “He said, I’ll call you that and he also said he would fuck me! Arghhht.” Ava didn’t speak. Didn’t laugh. Didn’t breathe. Then… “Oh my fucking God, Elena. You’re living in a breeding kink fanfic and I’m not there.” “I don’t know, Ava,” I whispered, swallowing hard. “I feel something. It’s bad. It’s good. Fuck, it’s too good. It’s like there’s something inside me, under my skin, crawling, pulling, wanting.” My voice cracked. My toes curled. “I’m so fucking horny it hurts,” I whispered, breath catching. “And I haven’t even lasted a day here. I’m not even supposed to be like this.” Ava was silent, but I could hear her breathing. “I swear, I’m going to lose my mind,” I kept going. “It’s like everything’s waking up. My thighs won’t stop rubbing. My heart won’t slow down. I can still feel him in this room, like his scent stuck to the fucking walls. And every time I think about the way he looked at me, the way he growled… I swear to God, I almost came just from remembering it.” “Elena…” “I know what this is,” I said. “My heat is starting. I can feel it. It’s low now, but it’s building. My skin feels hot. My mouth is dry. My core is… wet. Fuck, Ava, I’m dripping and he hasn’t even touched me and I feel so fucking drawn to him.” Ava’s voice came quiet and serious through the phone. “Okay. Deep breath. You need to listen to me now.” I didn’t speak. Couldn’t. “Your first heat is coming hard. You’re an awakened Omega. You can’t fake your way through this, Elena. Not now. Not around someone like Lucian.” “I can handle it.” “No, you can’t. Because you don’t know what it’s like yet. You don’t know what it does to your body, to your mind. You think you’re in control. You’re not. The wolf doesn’t play by your rules.” Let him come back, my wolf whispered. Let him smell what you are. Let him lose control. Let him teach you what that heat is for. “I’m scared,” I admitted, throat tight. “You should be,” Ava whispered. “Because your scent is going to get stronger by the hour. And if he’s already reacting to it now…” “He’ll rip the towel off me and take what’s his.” Ava’s voice dropped on the other end of the line. Soft. Careful. Like she knew I was about to lose it. “I think he’s your mate, Elena.” I froze. No. No the fuck he wasn’t. My breath stalled in my chest like my lungs didn’t want to participate in this conversation anymore. “My what?” “Your mate.” “My mate?!” I sat up so fast the towel slipped halfway off my thigh, but I didn’t even care. That sentence—that sentence—cleared every ounce of arousal from my body like a slap to the face. “Him? That jerk? That cocky, arrogant, smirking son of an Alpha who talks like my body already belongs to him?” Ava didn’t answer. I kept going.~Adrian~“What the fuck do you want now, Sarah?” “Adrian, you worthless piece of shit! The alimony check was due two days ago! I’ve texted you three times and you’re ghosting me like some immature asshole! Where the hell is my money?” I chuckled low as I gave Elena a deep, grinding roll of my hips that pushed more of my thick load out around my shaft. It dripped down her ass onto the desk in sticky strands. “Jesus Christ, Sarah, calm the fuck down,” I said as I reached down and rubbed Elena’s swollen clit in slow, firm circles. “I’m at work. I’ll send it when I send it. Stop blowing up my phone like a crazy ex.” “At work? Bullshit! You’re probably fucking some random office slut again, aren’t you? That’s all you’ve ever been good for — sticking your dick in anything with a pulse while ignoring your responsibilities!” Elena’s eyes widened in panic, her pussy clenching hard around my cock at the words. She bit her lip bloody trying to stay quiet, but her thighs were already shaking
~Adrain~“Next email, princess. Open it. Read it out loud while I breed you. And beg me properly — tell Daddy how badly this sloppy cunt needs to be pumped full again.”“It’s… from the legal team about the contract renewal… ahh fuck— Daddy please… I need your cum… I need you to flood this pussy… breed your secretary like the whore I am… I’ll keep working… I’ll answer every email perfectly… just don’t stop fucking me… ruin me… use me… fill me until it’s leaking out…”I groaned deep and raw, hips snapping faster, sweat dripping down my chest as I felt my balls tighten.“That’s my good little fucktoy. Keep going. There’s still a full inbox waiting. And I’m nowhere near done pumping load after load into this greedy hole.”I reached around, found her swollen clit, and rubbed it rough and fast while I railed her without slowing down. Her legs were shaking now, but I wasn’t letting her cum yet.“You hold that orgasm, princess. You don’t get to cum until every single email is answered and eve
~Adrian~ “Strip,” I commanded. “Bra and panties only. Fold your clothes neatly on the chair. Then come here.” I heard the soft rustle of fabric as she obeyed. When I finally raised my eyes, she stood exactly as I had ordered, black lace bra barely containing her hard nipples, tiny thong soaked through at the crotch, cheeks flushed, eyes wide with that perfect mix of fear and hunger. I leaned back in my leather chair and spread my thighs wide so she could see the thick bulge straining against my slacks. “Come here, princess.” She stepped between my legs. I hooked two fingers into the front of her thong and yanked it down just enough to bare her puffy, glistening cunt. “Look at this sloppy fucking mess,” I said. Her breath hitched. Her nipples tightened into stiff peaks against the lace. I dragged two thick fingers slowly through her soaked folds, scooping up the sticky mixture, then lifted them to her pretty lips. “Open that slutty mouth.” She parted her lips immediately. I
~Elena~The next morning my body still ached in the best worst way.My throat felt raw and used from Lucian’s thick cock slamming into it. Every time I shifted in bed, I felt the reminder of how much of a filthy cheating whore I’d become in less than twenty-four hours.My phone buzzed on the nightstand. I already knew who it was before I even looked.Adrian:Good morning, princess. Your secretary duties start today. Come to my office after your last class. Wear something easy to remove. Don’t make me wait. And keep that tight little cunt warm for Daddy. . That commanding tone did terrible, delicious things to me. I squeezed my thighs together, biting my lips. I typed back quickly:Yes, Professor. I’ll be there.Then I added, because I couldn’t help myself:I can’t wait to have your dick, Daddy.His reply came seconds later:Good girl.You’ll have my meat soon. Fuck. I was soaked again.I dragged myself out of bed and headed to the campus café to meet Zia and Raina before classes. Th
The practice fields were just starting to empty out when I spotted him—Lucian jogging toward me in that tight athletic shirt clinging to his sweaty chest, backpack slung over one shoulder, dark hair messy from his helmet. “Babe, where have you been?” he asked, voice low and concerned as he reached out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind my ear. “I’m done with practice. What’s wrong? You look… I don’t know, all worked up.Instead I jumped on him—literally jumped—wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck so tight I almost knocked the breath out of him. My mouth crashed into his, kissing him like I was starving, tongue shoving deep and desperate, tasting the mint on his lips while I ground my soaked, cum-filled pussy against the hard ridge of his cock through his shorts.“Mmmph—fuck, baby,” I moaned into his mouth between sloppy, filthy kisses, sucking on his tongue like I’d sucked his dad’s cock earlier.“Missed you so bad… couldn’t wait another second…”Lucian g
I stepped even closer until our tits were pressed together, my nipples so hard they ached against the thin fabric of my top. “You’re right,” I hissed right in her face. “I am His Daddy’s whore. Professor Adrian—Lucian’s dad—bent me over his desk, fucked me raw, and filled me up with three thick loads while your precious ex was waiting outside like a clueless little boy. Feel that?” I grabbed her hand and shoved it between my thighs, pressing her fingers against my pussy. “That’s his cum mixed with mine still dripping out of me. And you know what? I loved every fucking second.”Veronica’s eyes widened, but she didn’t pull away. Her fingers flexed against my pussy like she couldn’t help herself, she rubbed my pussy. A nasty little smirk curled her lips.“Oh my god, you dirty fucking slut,” she breathed. “You really let your boyfriend’s dad breed you? Right before you came out here to kiss Lucian with that same cum-soaked mouth?” She pressed two fingers harder against my clit, circli
~Elena~ I’m not calling you Daddy,” I said again, louder this time, even though my throat felt like it was closing up and my knees were already halfway to giving out. “I’m serious. You can’t just walk up here and say something like that and expect me to fold like some weak little..” He tilted
~Lucian~ Damn. She looks so fucking good when she’s mad. Her fists are clenched like she’s ready to throw something, but her thighs? Shaking. Too late, bunny. I already know. She’s soaking through that tiny pair of panties like her body’s begging to be claimed. And the more she fights
Lucian Blackthorne. Lucian, who had been staring at me all morning like he already knew what color my panties were. My jaw dropped. I stumbled back. I actually threw my hands in the air like a full-blown panic cartoon character and shouted, “What the actual fuck?!” The gasps echoed. Laugh
“Stop,” I whispered. “You cannot say things like that to me. I will combust. I will die. I will explode in a fireball of embarrassment and trauma, and my ghost will sue this school for emotional terrorism.” Raina leaned in like a devil. “What if you’re his real mate?” “I’m not!” I yelped. “I







