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Chapter Twenty-Four - Claiming

Avoiding my father was harder than I anticipated. He followed me, watching me, even when I went with my sisters to hunt. He probably suspected I intended to run to Mhor. But there were moments he left me alone; when he had to attend to his mating and border patrol duties. They would be my chance to disappear when the time came.

I gnawed on a bone after everyone else had gone to bed. The best stress relief, especially since it was a strong wildebeest femur. My time for bleeding had just ended and I was on the countdown. I refused to mate with my brother. That would be worse than mating with the twins.

Movement caught my attention. I snapped my head around, seeing only shadows at the edge of the camp. No scent came since I sat upwind. I crept to find out who would sneak around our camp so late at night. Hopefully Mhor.

By a cluster of boulders and bushes, Naya pressed against a rock. I moved closer, but ducked into the long grass when my father came into view.

"You hid it when Zora came into heat," he said in a low growl. "How long have you been of age?"

"Two cycles," she whispered, gazing up at him through her lashes. "I didn't want to make a fuss, especially under the circumstances."

"Understandable." Father stood in front of her, his legs splayed and his hands on his hips. "But you've rejected my son. Did you relieve the heat yourself?"

"My mother was the beta," she whispered.

Father let out a low growl as he placed a hand beside her head. "Do not speak of such things. You will be mine. I've needed another mating female for a while, and you are strong and beautiful."

"And I have no father to speak for me," she said, lowering her gaze.

"Mmm." He ran his hand over her cheek. "I haven't been with such a young female in a long time."

"Promise you won't hurt me," she whispered, looking up into his eyes.

"I'm a gentle lover." He slid his hand down and untiled her belt. Her breathing quickened as he loosened her dress and pushed it to the ground. "Do you accept me?"

"I'm not on heat," she replied.

"No, but I'm claiming you before you do."

She gazed up into his eyes. With a flick of her hands, her leggings fell to her feet. Father let out a low chuckle and grasped her by the back of the head. "Naya, isn't it?"

She nodded.

"Good girl, Naya." He ran his hands over her small breasts, grazing his thumbs over the tips as he purred softly. I shuffled closer, mesmerized by her petite body.

"Turn around," Father said.

She obeyed. He placed her hands on the boulder and splayed her legs. He ran his hands over her rump, giving a cheek a soft slap. She gasped, and he chuckled. He lowered his hand and slid his fingers inside her.

"Oh, you're tight," he said, pulsing his fingers as Naya began to pant.

In a flash, he shed his clothes and swung her around. Lifting her by her knees, he pinned her to the boulder and plunged into her. She threw her head back, her breasts bouncing with each of my father's thrusts. She made grunts, squeaks, sounds of pleasure. I licked my lips, shuffling closer. He fondled her breasts, then gave them a suck, his behind clenching as he continued to pulse into her.

"Yes, oh, yes." She exposed her throat to him. He gave it a bite and tossed her into the grass.

From this angle, I could see everything. He shifted her, lifting her behind and spreading his own legs to get deeper penetration and better thrusting leverage. With a hand on the boulder behind her, he pounded deeper, harder. I watched as his cock grew shiny from her wetness. She let out noises of pleasure, making my own genital throb.