Titan's Claim

Dawn came too fast. I was still wrapped in Colossus’s arms when the knock came — sharp, urgent. Rogue’s voice was tight. “Prez wants everyone in the main room. Now. Reapers left another package.” Colossus growled low in his throat, the sound vibrating through his chest against my back. “They don’t know when to quit.” His massive hand slid over my bare stomach, pulling me tighter against him. “Five more minutes.” I turned in his arms, tracing the scar on his collarbone with my fingertip. “Five minutes and we might not leave this bed.” His gray eyes darkened, that rare crooked smile appearing. “Dangerous woman.” He kissed me slow and deep, tongue teasing mine, one huge hand cupping the back of my head like I was something precious and breakable. When he pulled back, his voice was rough. “Later. I’m finishing what we started last night. Every inch of you.” Heat pooled low in my belly. “Promise?” “Promise, wrench girl.” The package was waiting on the table. Another photo. This time it was my mom — safe now, thank God — but beside her was an old leather cut. Faded. Patched with a Reaper skull. And a single line scrawled across the bottom: Your father wore this before he ran. Ask the giant what happens to men who betray the patch. The room went dead silent. Colossus went still beside me. His hand found mine and squeezed once — tight. Viper picked up the cut, eyes hard. “Lena. You know what this means?” I stared at the leather like it might bite. “My dad… was a Reaper?” Blade’s words from yesterday slammed back. She’s just like her old man. Weak. Ran when things got hard. Colossus’s jaw flexed. “Doesn’t matter whose blood runs in your veins. You’re Steel Titans now. You chose us.” But the look in his eyes said he was already calculating. Already worried. The club erupted — questions, accusations, old grudges flaring. Rogue slammed a fist on the table. “If her blood’s Reaper, how do we know she’s not feeding them info?” I stepped forward before Colossus could answer. “I didn’t even know my father existed until five minutes ago. You think I’d risk the only home I’ve ever had? The man I—” My voice cracked. “The man I love?” Colossus’s hand settled on the back of my neck, grounding me. “She’s mine. Anyone who questions that answers to me.” The room quieted. Viper nodded slowly. “We’ll sort the blood later. Right now we plan. Reapers want war? They get war.” The meeting dragged. Plans. Routes. Warnings. By the time it ended, my head was spinning. Colossus didn’t let me go far. He pulled me into the garage — our garage — and backed me against the workbench. The same one where we’d first kissed. “Talk to me,” he said, voice low. His massive frame caged me in, but I’d never felt safer. “Your dad. The cut. All of it.” I exhaled shakily. “I don’t remember him. Mom never talked. And now… now I’m the daughter of the enemy. How do I belong here if my blood—” He cut me off with a kiss. Hard. Possessive. His hands gripped my hips, lifting me onto the workbench like I weighed nothing. “You belong because you chose. Because you fight. Because you’re the strongest person I know.” His mouth moved to my neck, beard scraping, teeth grazing. “And because I f*****g love you, Lena Voss.” The words hit different this time. Real. Claimed. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer. “Show me.” He didn’t need more invitation. His hands were everywhere — rough, reverent, hungry. He stripped my shirt off, mouth closing over one breast while his thumb circled the other. I arched into him, fingers in his hair, gasping when he bit down just enough to make me moan. “Colossus—” “Say my name,” he growled against my skin. “The real one.” “Kane,” I breathed. “Kane, please—” He groaned like the sound undid him. One massive hand slid between my legs, fingers teasing, stroking, learning exactly how to make me shake. “So wet for me already. My girl. My wrench girl.” The size difference hit harder than ever — his fingers thick, his body overwhelming, but every touch was careful. Controlled. Until it wasn’t. He took me right there on the workbench. Slow at first, then deeper, harder, the kind of rhythm that made the whole world disappear. His hand covered my mouth when I got too loud, eyes locked on mine the whole time. “Mine,” he rasped. “Say it.” “Yours,” I moaned against his palm. “I’m yours.” He came with my name on his lips, forehead pressed to mine, breathing like he’d run a marathon. After, he held me like I might vanish — huge arms wrapped around me, lips brushing my temple. “I don’t care whose blood you carry,” he whispered. “You’re mine. And I’ll burn every Reaper who tries to take you from me.” I smiled against his chest, still trembling. “Even if it tears the club apart?” His arms tightened. “Even then. You’re worth it.” We stayed like that until the sun climbed higher. Eventually we cleaned up, dressed, and stepped back into the compound like nothing had changed. But everything had. The Reapers knew my secret now. The club was watching. And somewhere in the shadows, my father’s ghost was waiting. Colossus kept his hand on my lower back as we walked. Steady. Protective. Mine. I didn’t know what tomorrow would bring. But tonight? Tonight I was claimed by the titan. And I was never letting go.