Chapter three

Sophie's POV

I pressed my back against the thick trunk of a tree, my heart slamming against my ribs as the three wolves circled us. There was sheer malice in their eyes and they growled like the sound of thunder. Damon stood in front of me like some wall of muscle, still completely naked from his shift. I could tell that he was ready for them, every inch of his powerful body.

“Stay behind me,” he said again, and I could have sworn that voice no longer fully human.

Before I could even nod, the largest of the three wolves came straight at him. Damon moved like lightning. He met the attack head-on, bones cracking as he shifted in his leap. The big black wolf came back into being and collided with the attacker in one violent clash of fangs and claws.

I covered my mouth to stop myself from screaming.

The fight was brutal. Snarls and yelps tore through the forest as Damon tore into the gray wolves with enough savagery to make a full gore movie. Blood sprayed across the pine needles. One wolf tried to slip past him toward me, but Damon was faster. He slammed into it with so much force that I heard the sound of none crushing. His jaws closed around its throat.

Within seconds, it was over. The three wolves lay whimpering or still on the ground. Damon stood over them, chest heaving, blood dripping from his muzzle. His silver eyes found mine, wild and possessive.

He shifted back.

Once again, he was adorably naked, sweat and blood staining his sculpted body. A deep gash ran across his ribs, but it was already closing before my eyes. I couldn’t look away from him, the raw power, the dangerous beauty, the way his muscles flexed with every breath.

“Sophie,” he rasped, stalking toward me. “Are you hurt?”

I shook my head, unable to speak. My eyes kept drifting down his body. Even covered in blood and dirt, he was the most intoxicating thing I’d ever seen. I kept getting wetter with every second. Damn. So this was how the mouth gets watered when it's hungry. Guess my pussy was so fucking hungry now.

Damon noticed. “You’re scared, but you’re also turned on. Fuck, I can smell it your wetness from where I stand.”

My face was flushed with embarrassment, but I didn’t deny it. I was terrified and incredibly aroused at the same time. This was insane.

He closed the distance and pulled me into his arms. His bare skin was so hot against mine. One large hand cupped the back of my head while the other gripped my ass possessively, pressing me against his rapidly hardening cock.

“You have no idea how dangerous this is,” he murmured against my hair. “They scented your bloodline. They know what you are now.”

“What am I?” I whispered, my hands exploring the hard planes of his chest.

“Mine.” The word came out like a vow and a threat all at once. His lips crashed down on mine in a kiss that I knew would bruise me. This wasn’t gentle. It was pure hunger. His tongue invaded my mouth as he lifted me effortlessly, my legs wrapping around his waist. I could feel his thick cock trapped between us, heavy, grinding against my core through my jeans.

I moaned into his mouth, fingers doing things in his tousled hair. He walked backwards until my back hit a smooth tree trunk. His hands were everywhere now, squeezing my breasts, pinching my nipples through my sweater, sliding under my clothes to touch bare skin.

“Damon...we can’t...” I gasped, even as I rocked against him desperately.

“We shouldn’t,” he corrected, biting my neck hard enough to make me cry out in pleasure. “But the moon is coming. And your scent is driving me fucking insane.”

He raised sweater, exposing my breasts. His mouth circled one nipple, sucking hard while his hand worked the other. I whimpered, grinding shamelessly against the length of his cock. I wanted him inside me so badly it hurt.

Just as his fingers popped the button of my jeans and started sliding inside my soaked panties, distant howls erupted again, much closer this time.

Damon stopped what he was doing to me and pulled back. “More are coming. We have to get back to the house. Now.”

He didn’t bother with the clothes. He grabbed my hand and we ran through the trees. My mind was spinning. Everything was happening too fast. My stepbrother was a werewolf. I was apparently something special, and I had just let him finger me against a tree after watching him kill other wolves.

We burst out of the forest and sprinted across the backyard. Damon pushed me through the back door and locked it behind us.

“Upstairs,” he ordered. “My room. Now.”

I didn’t argue. We raced up the stairs. The moment his bedroom door slammed shut, he was on me again. He pulled my sweater off and tossed me onto his bed. I bounced once, staring up at him, naked, blood-streaked, and fully erect. His cock was enormous, thick and veiny, the head already glistening.

“Sophie,” he growled, crawling over me like some predator. “Tell me to stop. Tell me you don’t want this.”

I should have. He was my stepbrother so shit like this was was wrong on every level.

Instead, I reached down and wrapped my hand around his member. “I want it,” I breathed. “I want you.”

A savage sound tore from his throat. He ripped my jeans and panties down my legs in one brutal tug, spreading my thighs wide. His eyes squinted at the sight of my dripping pussy.

“So fucking wet for me already,” he groaned. He lowered his head and dragged his tongue through my folds in one long, filthy stroke.

I cried out, back arching off the bed. He ate and licked me like a starving man, sucking, fucking me with his tongue while his strong hands held my thighs open so he wouldn't be disturbed. When he sucked my clit into his mouth, I came hard, shaking and moaning his name.

Damon didn’t give me time to recover. He climbed up my body and positioned his thick cock at my entrance, rubbing the head against my slick folds.

“Look at me,” he commanded.

Our eyes locked. Just as he started pushing inside me,.stretching me open with his enormous girth, the bedroom door flew open.