Chapter 5

Lucas’s POV

Mrs. Vance’s knocking grew sharper.

The glass door rattled under her fist. Her voice carried that steel no one in the pack ever ignored. Behind me, from the wheelchair, Ethan let out the softest sound.

I didn’t pull back.

I pushed in another half-inch instead, feeling Maya’s scorching, soaked walls clamp down hard around the head of my cock. Every pulse of my shaft made her body seize and suck me deeper. One hand stayed locked over her mouth. The other gripped her hip, claws half-out and pricking soft skin. My eyes burned pure gold as I growled against her ear:

“Not a sound, good girl. Move even once and I’ll mark you right here against this railing with my brother ten feet away and my mother at the door.”

Maya trembled hard against me.

Tears slipped over my palm, but her hips gave the tiniest, involuntary push backward, trying to take more of the thick head lodged inside her. Outside, the door handle turned.

I ripped myself free in one hard pull.

A thick, wet sound filled the air. Her slick ran down the insides of her thighs in shiny trails. I dragged her into the shadows by the pool, shoved her down into the pile of towels, grabbed a dry one for my own hips, and strode to the glass door.

Cold night air rushed in the second I opened it.

“Ethan just reacted. I’m watching him.” My voice came out flat, colder than I expected. “Maya went for his meds. Don’t come out here, Mother.”

Mrs. Vance stopped at the threshold, suspicion clear. “He really reacted? Let me see him.”

“Medical team is already on the way. You’ll only interfere.” No emotion in my tone. “I’ve got him.”

A short silence. Then her footsteps faded.

I shut the door. The second it clicked, gold flooded my eyes again. Two strides and I hauled Maya out of the towels, half-dragged, half-carried her into the changing room and locked it behind us.

Only a single yellow wall light glowed in the small space. Steam still hung in the air. I shoved her back against the cold tile wall and forced her thighs open with my knee. No pause this time. I lined up my thick cock with her still-fluttering, dripping entrance and drove in to the hilt in one brutal thrust.

Maya’s head fell back against the tile, a broken, needy sound tearing from her throat.

“Ah—Lucas… so deep… you’re so fucking deep—”

Her walls clamped around me like a fist, already coming hard from the sudden stretch. Clear fluid spilled down where we were joined. I gave her zero time to recover. I fucked her against the wall in deep, punishing strokes, every thrust bottoming out, balls slapping wetly against her soaked thighs. My scent—cold snow and pine—flooded the tiny room until it felt hard to breathe.

“Fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight… look how your greedy little cunt is sucking me in.” I growled, claws scraping her waist, voice filthy and low. “You were this wet for me right in front of him. Still clenching like you can’t get enough. Tell me, good girl—who stretched this hole open? Who owns it right now?”

She shook her head once, but her legs wrapped tighter around my hips, pulling me deeper.

“You… only you… God, you’re so thick—don’t stop—”

I angled up and dragged over that swollen spot deep inside her. Her whole body jerked, another orgasm ripping through her so hard her nails dug into my shoulders.

“Yours… it’s yours… fill me, Lucas—please—”

I slammed harder. When I came I sank my teeth into the back of her neck, canines breaking skin just enough to taste blood, but I stopped short of a true claim. Thick, hot ropes of cum pumped deep into her as her walls milked me in helpless spasms, greedily pulling every drop farther inside.

I stayed buried for a long moment, feeling her still fluttering around me, then slowly pulled out. Cum and her slick slid down her thighs. I dragged my thumb over the deep bite mark on her nape, voice rough but calm:

“Next time you get this wet in front of him, good girl, I’ll mark you properly while he watches. Clear?”

Only our harsh breathing filled the changing room.

Outside, Mrs. Vance’s voice mixed with the arriving medical team.

Maya’s fresh bite still burned under my thumb, and every little clench of her well-used cunt reminded me of the same truth—

She was already starting to belong to me.