MATED TO FATHER, FAT Chapter 62: FIRST TIME

Chapter 62: FIRST TIME

RYKER

I knew after this there was no going back.

This was the moment, the line I had been dancing around for days, and crossing it would open a Pandora’s box that would lead to catastrophe. My father would find out eventually, Rowan would be furious, they would lose their collective minds, and Amaris would be caught in the middle of the explosion.

But I did not care.

If I did not have her first, Rowan would. Or worse, our father would claim her in that clinical way he had planned, treating her like livestock to breed him a heir instead of the beautiful broken girl currently underneath me.

Better me than them.

"Open your legs a little more for me," I murmured against her neck, she was really tight and I knew going in more would cause her a mountain of pain.

She did and I positioned myself at her entrance, feeling her wetness coating me. I pushed forward gently, just the tip breaching her.

Fuck! My wolf howled at the sensation from the first peration.

She shrieked and her hands flew to my shoulders, nails digging in. "Ryker it hurts. It hurts."

I paused immediately, staying exactly where I was. "I know, but it gets better. Do you trust me?"

She smiled despite the pain, the expression shaky. "No."

"Ouch," I huffed out a laugh. "But you should. At least right now."

"Just bite on something," I told her.

She nodded and I pushed forward again slowly, watching her face carefully for signs I needed to stop. Her teeth sank into my shoulder hard enough to break skin and her fingernails carved lines down my back that would definitely leave marks.

Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes and every protective instinct I did not know I possessed screamed at me to pull out, to stop hurting her.

"Should I stop?" I asked, giving her the choice.

She shook her head violently. "No. Keep going."

I pushed deeper and felt her barrier give way completely, felt her body stretch to accommodate me. She was so tight her pussy had barely expanded enough to fit me, her walls clamping down on my cock in a way that made my vision blur.

If I moved too fast I would not last and I wanted to last, wanted this moment to stretch out because once it was over everything would change.

I began to move slowly, pulling back and pushing forward in careful shallow thrusts. She bit her lower lip hard enough to draw blood, trying to suppress sounds of pain that made my chest ache.

I lowered my head to her breast and took her nipple into my mouth, sucking and licking while I continued the slow rhythm. Her body started responding, wetness building despite the pain, her hips relaxing into the mattress.

She let out a moan.

The sound went straight through me and I switched to her other breast, giving it the same attention while I thrust into her a little deeper, pace increasing slightly.

She moaned again, louder this time, and I knew she was starting to enjoy it.

"Does it hurt that much?" I asked, pulling back to look at her face.

She shook her head, her amber eyes meeting mine. "Not as much anymore."

"With time it gets better," I promised.

"Is this how it’s supposed to be?" She looked genuinely curious despite everything.

I smirked. "Trust me Amaris, there is much more. I am just taking it slow considering this is your first time."

She heaved out a breath. "Oh, okay."

"Can I go a little faster?" I needed her permission, needed to know she was ready.

She nodded and I increased my pace, thrusting deeper and harder while watching her face transform from pain to pleasure. Her eyes closed and her nails dug into my back, her mouth falling open on a moan that made my cock throb inside her.

"Uhhhnnn, uhmmm," she whimpered.

"That’s it baby girl," I groaned, my control slipping with every sound she made.

Her tight walls clenched around me and I knew I would not last much longer, could feel my release building at the base of my spine. My body started shaking and I pulled out quickly, my cum spilling onto her stomach in hot spurts while I groaned through the orgasm.

We both lay there heaving, catching our breath while sweat cooled on our skin.

"Wow," I managed after my brain started working again.

She looked down at the cum on her stomach with scientific curiosity. "I had always wondered what an ejaculation looks like."

I laughed despite myself. "I told you not to say ejaculation."

"What should I call it then?" She looked genuinely confused.

I smiled and leaned down to kiss her briefly. "Call it sperm, semen, cum. Anything but ejaculation."

I kissed her again, then moved to her breast and sucked on her nipple one more time before standing up.

"Let’s get you cleaned up," I announced, reaching for her.

Before she could protest I lifted her up and carried her to the bathroom, turning on the shower and stepping under the spray with her still in my arms. Water rushed down over both of us, washing away sweat and cum and the evidence of what we had just done.

I stood close to her, watching water run through her hair and down her body, and noticed her gaze had lowered to the floor.

I recognized that look.

Guilt.

"Do you regret it?" I asked, needing to know even though the answer would not change anything.

She shook her head. "No, I don’t."

"Then what’s on your mind?"

"Your father," she whispered.

Ice dropped into my stomach because this was it, the moment she realized what we had done and what it meant. "Are you afraid when he gets to sleep with you he will realize you are no longer a virgin?"

She looked up at me, confusion written all over her face. "Sleep with me?"

"Yes, when you two consummate the mating ceremony," I clarified.

The confusion deepened. "Do you think I would have let you have me first if your father was going to have me?"

Now I was confused. "Is the marriage not going to hold? Aren’t you going to give him an heir?"

"I am," she confirmed. "But he is going to use artificial insemination."

Artificial insemination. The words didn’t make sense and my brain scrambled to put the pieces together.

My father was not going to touch her, was not going to claim her, was not going to know that I had gotten there first.

All of this, everything I just did, the line I crossed and the catastrophe I set in motion, was for absolutely fucking nothing.

I stared at her dripping wet under the shower spray.

"Is that what he said?" I managed to get the words out even though my throat felt tight.

"Yes," she answered, still looking at me with those trusting amber eyes that made me want to punch something.

My brows furrowed as I processed this information, as I connected the dots I should have seen coming from a mile away.

Of course Corvin would not touch her.

He was still in love with a dead woman, still mourning Freya years after she burned, still carrying that loss like a crown. Why would he want to actually sleep with Amaris when he could just use science to get what he needed without the messy complication of physical intimacy?

All this was for nothing.

I had ruined her for no reason except my own selfish desire to possess something that was supposed to belong to my father.

Without saying another word I walked out of the shower.

"Ryker?" Amaris called after me, her voice small and confused.

I ignored her and grabbed my clothes from where they were scattered across her floor, pulling them on with jerky movements. My hands shook and I could not tell if it was from anger.

I turned back to look at her one more time.

She stood in the bathroom doorway with water dripping from her hair and down her naked body, tears streaming down her face mixing with the shower water. Realization was dawning across her expression, understanding settling into those amber eyes as she put together exactly why I had done this.

Not because I cared about her.

Not because the mate bond meant something to me.

Not because I wanted her for any reason except to hurt my father.

And now that reason did not even exist.

"Ryker please," she whispered, her voice breaking.

I could not look at her anymore, could not stand seeing my own cruelty reflected in her face. I turned and walked toward the door, my hand already on the handle.

"Wait," she tried again. "Just wait."

I paused but did not turn around because if I looked at her crying I might do something stupid like stay or apologize.

"This was just about your father," she stated, and it was not a question. "You did this to hurt him. That is all I was to you."

I said nothing.

Just opened the door and walked out, closing it behind me with a soft click that felt louder than a slam would have been.

I stood in the hallway for a moment listening to her cry on the other side, listening to the sound of her heart breaking because of something I did.

I was my father’s son after all.