Claimed By A Father And Son

Warning: This book is for fearless readers only. If you can’t handle heat, knotting, breeding, obsession, or two Alphas who would kill to claim what’s theirs… turn back now.

I mean it.

Because once you step into this story, there’s no way out. Not without scars. Not without shaking. Not without wanting more.

I went into heat for the first time on campus.

He found me.

He pinned me down.

He dragged his tongue up my thighs and told me I belonged to him.

Then his father walked in.

He didn’t stop us.

He didn’t speak.

He didn’t blink.

He watched.

He growled.

And he wanted me next.

Now I can’t forget what they did to me.

One held my hips. The other held my throat.

They made me fall apart until I couldn’t remember who I was before them.

They are both Alphas.

They are both my mates.

And they both left their mark.

But I only get to keep one.

So tell me…

How do you choose between the man who claimed you first.

And the one who made you beg?

Read at your own risk.

Don’t say I didn’t warn you when your heart races… and your thighs won’t stop clenching.

Welcome to the heat.

See you on the other side.

: Who Are You?

~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.

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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