Chapter 5

Chloe’s POV

Sophie was awake.

She had left the cabin and was looking for him in the night.

Victor froze, the head of his cock still locked inside me.

He looked down. Those golden eyes burned in the darkness, but his breathing stayed terrifyingly steady.

He covered my mouth with one hand and at the same time pushed his hips forward, forcing another thick inch deeper into me.

Then his lips brushed my ear, voice nothing but a breath:

“Don’t make a sound.”

Sophie’s footsteps stopped right outside the door handle.

My heart nearly stopped with them. Victor’s hand clamped hard over my mouth.

The thick, burning head of his cock stayed locked half an inch inside me—neither in nor out.

Fear locked every muscle tight, but my walls still clenched around him from the pheromones and the shock.

I could feel that heavy length pulsing deep against my entrance.

His mouth brushed my ear, voice a low growl only I could hear.

“Don’t make a sound. Play along.”

His hips sank another half-inch. The full head forced its way into the tightest part of me and my vision went black from the stretch.

Pain spiked so hard my legs almost gave out.

All I could do was force out muffled, broken sounds—pretending I was still in the shower.

Sophie staggered up to the shed, drunk, and knocked twice. Her voice was thick.

“Baby? You in there? I’m so thirsty…”

Victor’s answer came out steady, almost calm.

“The AC’s acting up. I’m looking for tools so I can fix it tomorrow. Go drink some water. Don’t come in.”

Sophie mumbled something and her footsteps slowly faded.

Silence settled outside.

I nearly collapsed, legs shaking so hard I started to slide down.

Victor didn’t pull out. He only moved his hand from my mouth and pinned me harder against the workbench.

“Too late to scream now.”

The next second he drove every inch of himself inside me in one brutal thrust.

I was completely impaled against the bench.

The small mirror by the door caught my face—flushed, tear-streaked, mouth open in pure shock at how wide he forced me.

The stretch burned and filled me past anything I had ever felt. A broken whimper tore out of my throat.

He gave me no time to adjust.

He started fucking me slow and deep, every stroke dragging over that exact spot that made my knees buckle.

My fingers locked on the edge of the bench while my cunt clenched greedily around him.

Pleasure shot up my spine in sharp waves, but the fear was still there—Sophie could come back any second.

“Were you scared just now?” He kept thrusting, breath hot on the back of my neck. “Why are you squeezing me so tight?”

I couldn’t form words. All that came out were broken pleas for him to slow down.

He ignored them. Instead he sped up, one hand sliding around to rub hard circles over my swollen clit.

The double assault wrecked me.

Caught between terror and overwhelming pleasure, I came for the first time with him inside me.

My belly clenched hard. Slick ran down my inner thighs.

I bit the back of my hand to kill every sound.

But before the aftershocks even faded he slowed again, switching to deep, heavy strokes that buried him to the hilt and dragged out slow.

“This cunt is sucking me so hard. You’ve been wanting me to fuck you open this whole time, haven’t you?”

His voice was rough against my ear.

I shook my head, but a sweet, helpless moan still slipped out. He laughed and ground deep.

“Your mouth says no, but this tight little hole is holding on for dear life. Admit it—you’re just a dirty little bitch who wants an Alpha to fuck her legs out from under her.”

“…Yes.” The word tore out of me, shaking. “So deep… Victor… please don’t stop—”

That was all he needed.

He started fucking me properly—hard, deep, relentless. Wet sounds filled the shed.

Each thrust shoved me forward until my breasts scraped the rough wall, the friction sharp and electric.

I stopped just crying and begging. My hips began to move on their own, pushing back to take him deeper, walls gripping him tighter with every stroke.

“That’s it… take all of me.” He groaned, hand squeezing my breast hard. “Move for me. Show me how filthy you really are.”

Shame burned through me, but I still obeyed. I braced on the bench and rocked my hips, fucking myself onto his cock.

Pleasure built too fast. I was already close again.

Victor felt the tremor and suddenly slammed into me—dozens of deep, punishing thrusts that drove me straight over the edge a second time.

I couldn’t hold the cry in. My core spasmed violently around him.

He buried himself to the root with a low growl and came hard, thick pulses of hot cum flooding me so deep I shook from the heat of it.

He didn’t pull out. Still buried inside me, he lowered his head and bit down on the back of my neck, leaving a clear, claiming mark.

Hot breath washed over the wound. His voice was rough and absolute.

“Your wolf already chose its master. For the rest of this trip you’ll sleep with my cum inside you. If you dare clean it out, I’ll fuck you again right in front of Sophie.”

I collapsed against the workbench, legs trembling, his release still warm and heavy inside me.

The only sounds left were our ragged breathing and the mirror’s reflection of the mess we made.

Outside, the path stayed silent.

Whether Sophie had truly noticed nothing… neither of us knew.