Burning at Eighteen

~Nadia

I leaned closer to the dress-up mirror, brushing a little color onto my lips. But when I caught my own eyes staring back at me, I wasn’t in the room anymore.

I was four again. Hiding in my wooden playhouse.

My mother’s voice whispered through the walls.

“Stay hidden, no matter what happens.”

I pressed my palms against my knees as the door burst open and enforcers stormed inside.

They dragged her out like she was nothing. My heart pounded so loud I thought they would hear me.

I couldn’t make out their words, only the sound of a paper being signed. A cup passed into her trembling hands. Her pleas turned to choked sobs.

And then silence.

Her body crumpled to the ground.

I bit my hand to keep from screaming. If I moved, if I broke her last command, I’d lose the only chance she gave me.

Boots thundered closer. One of them ripped the playhouse door open and his eyes locked on mine. I remember the alarm in his voice…then the sharp growl that silenced him.

Lucian.

Even as a prince, his word carried weight. And with one command, I was spared.

That was the night everything I knew burned away.

“...Nadia?”

A voice pulled me back, sharp as a slap.

I blinked at my reflection, the grown woman standing there instead of the trembling child. Aiden’s face hovered in the mirror behind me, his brows drawn together.

“You okay?” he asked, stepping closer.

I flinched, my throat dry. The past was gone, but the ashes clung to me still.

His face surrender, lips curving into a smile, "you look adorable tonight," 

I blushed and He put his arms around me in a hug, his chest pressing my boobs. 

He kissed my forehead and stepped backward, scanning me from my head down to my toes.

I was suddenly aware of every inch of my skin and the see-through dress he made me wear for my birthday party that night. 

It was red, sleeveless, tailored with a material that clung to my curves like a second skin.

My boobs were perky, nipples hard and pointing under the dress. The slit dragged up my thighs, as far as my groins.

“Aiden, don't you think this dress is too revealing?" 

He shook his head, "No, I don't think so.” He reached for my lipstick on the drawer and handed it to me, "apply more of this. It's a perfect match for the dress.”

I rolled my eyes like I was fed up with him controlling me.

I put down the lipstick after applying more of it. 

“I’m going to have every guy’s eyes on me tonight. Just try not to cause another scene like you always do…because, honestly, you bring it on yourself.”

He smirked as he lowered the delicate silver crown onto my head. The numbers 1 and 8 gleamed at the center, branding me not just as a princess of the night but as a woman stepping into a new world.

With practiced ease, he draped the satin sash across my shoulders.

“It’s your party, I wouldn't want to ruin it… as long as no one tries to do anything stupid with you.”

“No one will lust over me if you don't always make me wear this crazy outfits,”

“Okay, enough of this conversation, we're running late for your party.” He grabbed my wrist and led me downstairs, my heels clicking against the marble floor.

The living room, as always, was quiet, our footsteps echoed in the walls.

But then…

He was there.

My heart flinched. 

The man who always stood by me and made sure I got all I needed.

The same man who always made my heart beat whenever he was around.

Aiden’s father.

Alpha Lucian.

The man whose presence made me soak my panties and have me fingering myself late at night.

He was in the corner of the living room, seated on the high stool, elbows resting on the counter, seeping his favorite drink, whiskey neat, his big back turned to the staircase.

Just staring at him, my thighs grew hotter, nipples tighter. My pussy became wet instantly, leaking down my thighs like he'd even touched me.

I clutched my legs together, trying to stifle the thudding beat of my pussy. 

I moaned silently. Something curled in my stomach.

This was exactly what I'd been battling with since I was sixteen. 

Whenever he returned from council looking stressed out and exhausted, the upper buttons of his pristine shirt were always loose.

He would flop onto the sofa and I would just watch every one of his movements from one corner. The next minute, I'm running to my room, shifting my dress and shoving fingers inside my pussy.

I'd feel calm for a few minutes, but when I saw him again, my pussy beat all over.

“Dad," Aiden called, his hand still glued to my wrist like he'd die if he let go of me. “We're going for Nadia's birthday party and we'd be using your red Sedan. It's perfect for the evening.”

Alpha Lucian swivelled the chair and turned to us, a glass of whiskey in his hand. 

His gaze landed on my face at first, before he dragged it down to my chest, then to my boobs, and then to the curve of my waist, and to the embarrassing slit parting of my birthday dress.

His gaze snapped to Aiden, brows furrowed. “What kind of outfit is this, Aiden?”

He already knew Aiden chose the dress for me. He always did.

“Dad, she's no longer a child. She can wear whatever looks good on her, right?” he defended, pulling me closer to him. 

He didn't realize the impact of his words on me.

I wasn't a child anymore. I was eighteen.

This should mean that whoever the moon goddess chose to be my mate should be finding me irresistible by now.

But here, my Alpha Daddy, Lucian, whom I thought was my mate, still looked at me with the same protective father glint.

I searched his eyes but I couldn't find any sort of attraction toward me. All I read in his eyes was the usual fatherly care and concern for me. 

But there had to be an explanation for the reason I feel the way I do whenever he was around.

Whenever he talked to me.

Or even when I simply thought about him. 

Thinking about this and still staring at my best nightmare in front of me, my breathing became unsteady. 

My legs shuddered, pussy pulsing harder than the beat of my heart.

I tried to pull away from Aiden's hold but he held me very firmly.

Then I whispered to him. 

“Aiden, I'm really pressed right now. I need to use the bathroom real quick.” I said urgently.

He released my wrist, “Make it quick, we're late already.”

“Sure," I said, hurrying upstairs.

My steps felt seamless because of the extreme slick rubbing between my thighs. 

I pushed open my room door, shut it behind me and leaned against it, panting like I'd just been chased by a devouring wolf.

I parted my legs and put a finger on my pussy. I gasped at how wet I'd become just by staring at Alpha Lucian.

Just by hearing his voice.

He made me drip in my own panties by just looking at his broad chest and those ancient tattoos that made him seem like the perfect sexual monster for me. 

His abs always had me going down on my knees and feeding my pussy with my fingers. 

“Oh, shit!" I moaned and fell on the bed, legs spread apart.

I shifted my panties to the side and touched my pussy with my fingers again.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head, mouth ajar, breathing, moaning.

I was so wet my panties were literally soaked.

I directed my fingers to my pussy. Alpha Lucian's image came to my head.

I shoved my hand in my wet hole and screamed.

I imagined my Alpha Daddy, Lucian holding my boobs and shoving his massive cock deep inside my pussy.

I gasped, my breath hitched as I started fucking myself deep with my finger. 

“Yes, Daddy, yes, yes,”

I moaned his name, his deep dangerous voice echoing in my head, my finger getting soaked in my juices. 

I shoved it in harder, the slurp sound of my pussy slick echoing in the room, my juices dripping down my thighs and fingers, to the bed. 

One finger didn't feel enough anymore. I doubled it.

Shoved it deeper.

Fucked my pussy harder.

And that was when my juices shot out in a thin jet.

My hand fell tiredly on the bed. My legs dropped too, my chest rising and falling hard.

I wiped the sweat from my skin, still trembling from the storm he didn’t even know he caused.

But one thing was certai

n… sooner or later, Alpha Lucian Ryker would know exactly how badly his little omega craves him.

And when he finally touched me, I wouldn’t be the only one soaked through. I'll take you with me.