Chapter 7

Chapter Seven

He pushed forward. One slow, thick inch at a time. I gasped, back arching off the bed as he stretched me open. It burned in the best way. Creed’s cock filled me so full I couldn’t think about Drake or Lucas or the pack laughing at me. Only him. Only this.

“Fuck,” he grunted, voice rough. His hands gripped my hips hard enough to bruise. “So tight, kiddo. Taking your step-daddy like you were made for it.”

I moaned loud, legs wrapping tighter around his waist. He bottomed out with a deep thrust, balls pressed against me. The feeling was overwhelming. Pain and pleasure twisted together until I couldn’t breathe right. He stayed still for a second, letting me adjust, his chest heaving above me. Then he started moving.

Hard. Deep. Each thrust rocked the bed against the wall. Skin slapped skin. The sound mixed with my broken moans and his low growls. He fucked me like he hated me and needed me at the same time. One hand came up to wrap around my throat, squeezing just enough to make stars dance in my eyes.

“Look at me,” he ordered.

I did. His eyes were pure wolf gold. Sweat dripped down his neck. I reached up and dragged my nails down his back, feeling the muscles flex under my fingers. He growled louder and slammed into me harder, hitting a spot that made my toes curl.

“Yes… Creed… please…”

He leaned down, biting my shoulder hard. Not a mate mark. Something meaner. Claiming. “This pussy is mine now. Say it.”

“It’s yours,” I gasped. “All yours, Alpha Step-Daddy.”

He rewarded me with a brutal thrust that made me cry out. The cabin filled with the wet sounds of him driving into me. My breasts bounced with every move. He caught one nipple in his mouth, sucking hard, teeth grazing. I clenched around him, getting closer already. The moon, the wine still in my system, the shame from earlier — it all pushed me toward the edge fast.

Creed felt it. He pulled out suddenly, leaving me empty and whining. He flipped me over like I weighed nothing, yanking my hips up so my ass was in the air. Face down in the sheets that smelled like him. He slapped my ass hard, the sting blooming hot across my skin.

“Don’t come yet,” he warned. Then he was back inside me, deeper from this angle. His hand fisted in my long hair, pulling my head back. Every thrust pushed my face into the mattress. I could barely breathe but I didn’t care. I pushed back against him, meeting every stroke.

He reached around and rubbed my clit fast and rough. My legs started shaking. “Creed… I’m gonna…”

“Not yet.” He pulled his hand away and slowed down, teasing. Edging me. Making me suffer. “You come when I say.”

Tears of frustration pricked my eyes. I needed it so bad. My body trembled under him. He kept fucking me slow and deep, grinding against that perfect spot. His free hand roamed, squeezing my ass, spreading me open so he could watch himself disappear inside me.

“Such a good little slut for your step-daddy,” he murmured. “Taking this cock after getting rejected like trash. You love it, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I sobbed into the sheets. “I love it.”

He sped up again, chasing his own pleasure now. The slap of skin got louder. His balls hit my clit with every thrust. I was right there, right on the edge, when he leaned over my back, teeth on my neck again.

“Come,” he finally growled. “Come on your step-daddy’s cock.”

The orgasm hit me like a truck. I screamed his name, walls clenching around him hard. My whole body shook. Waves of pleasure rolled through me until I couldn’t hold myself up anymore. Creed fucked me through it, grunting, then pulled out and flipped me onto my back again.

He stroked himself fast, eyes locked on my flushed face and spread legs. “Open your mouth.”

I did. He came with a rough groan, thick ropes landing on my tongue and across my breasts. I swallowed what I could, tasting him. Salty. Raw. Him.

For a moment the only sound was our heavy breathing. He stared down at me, covered in his cum, marked and ruined. Something dark and satisfied flashed in his eyes.

Then a phone started ringing on the nightstand. Creed’s jaw tightened as he glanced at the screen. His expression changed.

“It’s the pack council,” he said, voice still rough from sex. “They want an emergency meeting about the rejection… and you.”

He didn’t move to answer it right away. His hand came down, spreading his cum across my skin like he was marking territory. But the phone kept ringing, louder and more insistent.

I touched his arm, still catching my breath. “What are we going to do?”

Creed looked at me, eyes hard. “Whatever it takes to keep you.” He finally grabbed the phone and answered, voice cold. “This better be important.”

I listened as the voice on the other end spoke fast. Creed’s face darkened with every word. When he hung up, he tossed the phone aside and stood up, still naked and half-hard.

“Get dressed,” he said. “We’re going back to the pack house tonight. Drake’s father is demanding you be handed over for ‘pack justice.’ They’re calling our bond unnatural.”

My stomach dropped. The high from the sex crashed fast. Creed pulled on his pants, muscles tight with anger. He threw me one of his clean shirts and a pair of shorts.

As I dressed with shaky hands, headlights appeared outside the cabin again. Multiple trucks this time. Doors slammed. Voices shouted my name.

Creed loaded a gun from the drawer and handed me a knife. “Stay behind me. This isn’t over.”

The first fist hit the door.