Chapter 6

Chapter Six

The pounding on the cabin door shook the whole frame. Creed’s body went rigid in front of me. He pushed me back with one strong arm, shielding me like I was something worth protecting.

“Stay right there,” he ordered, voice low and dangerous.

I clutched the bottom of his t-shirt, my legs still shaky from everything that happened tonight. The door burst open before he could reach it. Drake stormed in first, lip already curled. Lucas hung back with two other pack guys, their eyes wide when they spotted me standing there in nothing but Creed’s oversized shirt that barely covered my ass.

Drake laughed, mean and sharp. “Look at this. Hand her over, Creed. She’s still pack business after that public rejection. You can’t just claim pack pussy like it’s yours.”

Creed didn’t flinch. He stepped forward, shoulders broad, tattoos flexing under the low light. “She’s mine now. Get the fuck off my land before I make you.”

The air got thick. Lucas wouldn’t even look at me. Drake took another step, chest out like he still had power here. “You think playing step-daddy makes you special? She’s second-hand goods. Rejected. Worthless. I fucked Lucas right in front of her and she still cried like a little bitch.”

My stomach twisted. Shame burned fresh but so did anger. Creed moved like lightning. His fist cracked across Drake’s face with a sick thud. Blood sprayed. Drake dropped to the floor, clutching his jaw. The other guys froze.

Creed loomed over him. “Touch her again and I’ll tear your throat out. Tell the whole pack she belongs to me. Now get out.”

They dragged Drake away fast, cursing under their breath. The door slammed shut behind them. The sudden quiet felt louder than the fight. My heart hammered against my ribs. Creed turned around slow. His eyes glowed that wolf-gold, chest rising and falling heavy. The smell of blood and sweat mixed with his usual leather and gasoline scent. It made my head spin.

He stalked toward me. I backed up until my legs hit the edge of the bed. Heat pooled low in my belly, the full moon still pulling at me hard. “Creed…”

“You offered yourself out there.” His hand came up, fingers gripping my chin tight. His thumb dragged across my bottom lip, rough. “You sure you want this, kiddo? Once I start, I won’t stop. I’ll ruin every inch of you. Break you. Make you scream my name until you forget that weak boy ever touched your life.”

I swallowed hard. Tears from earlier still stung my eyes but the need between my legs won. “Ruin me, Alpha Step-Daddy. Please.”

A deep growl rumbled out of his chest. He yanked the t-shirt over my head in one rough pull. Cool cabin air hit my naked skin. My nipples tightened instantly. Creed’s hands were on me before I could breathe, big palms squeezing my breasts hard, thumbs flicking over the sensitive peaks. I gasped, arching into him. His mouth crashed down on my neck, sucking and biting, leaving marks I knew would show tomorrow. Teeth scraped my collarbone. Pain and pleasure mixed until I couldn’t tell them apart.

He pushed me back onto the bed. The mattress dipped under his weight as he climbed over me. His fingers slid down my stomach, rough and sure, straight between my thighs. I was soaked. Embarrassingly wet. He pushed two thick fingers inside me without warning, curling them deep. My hips jerked up. A loud moan tore from my throat.

“So fucking wet for your step-daddy,” he muttered against my ear. “After everything tonight, your body still begs for me.”

He pumped his fingers faster, thumb pressing circles on my clit. My legs shook. I grabbed his shoulders, nails digging in. The stretch felt good, but I needed more. Needed all of him to erase the shame, the rejection, the way Drake looked at me like trash.

“Please, Creed. I can’t take it.”

He pulled his fingers out slow, leaving me empty and aching. He stood up just long enough to strip. His shirt hit the floor, then his pants. His cock sprang free, thick and heavy, veins pulsing. It was bigger than I expected. He stroked it once, eyes locked on my spread legs like he owned every part of me already.

I reached for him, fingers trembling. My skin felt too hot. The moon outside pressed against the windows, feeding the fire in my blood. Creed came back down, caging me with his arms. His cock nudged right against my entrance, hot and blunt. The tip pressed in just a little, teasing, stretching me open.

My breath caught. I tilted my hips, desperate. He held still, jaw tight, muscles coiled like he was fighting himself.

One more push and he would be inside me.