Chapter 7

Lucas’s POV

The border flared up without warning.

A rival pack tested our lines. I had to lead the response myself. Before leaving I locked Maya inside the Alpha suite, the heavy bolt sliding home with a final click.

“Wait for me, good girl.”

Three days later I returned with a deep silver gash across my left shoulder. I refused every medic and only allowed her inside. Steam already filled the bathroom when her fingertips brushed the poisoned edge of the wound. Pain and residual battle-rage shredded the last of my control.

I spun her around, shoved her chest-first against the fogged mirror, and drove into her in one brutal thrust. My cock buried itself to the hilt inside her scorching, dripping heat. The mirror showed everything—her flushed face, parted lips, and the dark claiming mark on the back of her neck.

“Eyes open,” I growled against her ear, fucking her in deep, punishing strokes. “Look at yourself, good girl. Look how wet and stretched this little cunt is around your boyfriend’s brother’s cock. Tell me what you see.”

Maya’s breath fogged the glass. Her eyes were glassy, fixed on the reflection of where our bodies joined.

“Lucas… you’re so thick… I can see how deep you are—”

Her walls clamped down hard, fluttering and sucking me deeper with every thrust. Clear fluid spilled out around my shaft and ran down her thighs in shiny streaks. I gripped her jaw and kept her staring at our reflection while I bottomed out again and again.

“You’re dripping down my cock and still taking every inch. Say it—whose cock is ruining you right now?”

A broken, needy moan tore from her as another orgasm crashed through her.

“Yours… it’s yours… God, you’re so deep—don’t stop—”

I stayed buried when I came, flooding her with thick, hot pulses until her lower belly rounded slightly from the volume. I sank my teeth lightly over the existing mark and spoke against her skin, voice rough:

“Take every drop of that and go calm the pack. Tell them the Vance woman isn’t going anywhere. Whose cum is filling this marked cunt, good girl?”

Tears slipped down her reflection, but her voice came out soft and wrecked with honest need:

“Yours… only yours… so full…”

That evening Mrs. Vance stood in the living room and publicly announced that Maya would move into the main house permanently to care for Ethan, and that the pairing ceremony should be arranged without further delay. I sat at the head of the table, gold flickering once through my eyes, and simply nodded my agreement.

The second the gathering ended I dragged her into the study.

I left the door unlocked on purpose. I bent her over the wide desk, shoved her skirt to her waist, and thrust into her from behind in one hard stroke. This time I fucked her fast and deep, the heavy desk creaking with every impact. Right as her orgasm hit I deliberately lifted my hand from her mouth for one heartbeat—just long enough for a muffled, desperate cry to escape into the hallway—then clamped it back down.

“Listen to that,” I growled against her ear, still pounding into her. “Anyone walking by can hear how wet you are for me. Squeeze tighter, good girl. Don’t you dare let a single drop of my cum leak out while Mother is busy planning your wedding to my brother.”

Maya’s fingers dug into the edge of the desk. Her voice came out shaky and soaked with pleasure:

“I’m trying… you’re so deep I can barely hold it—”

Her hips pushed back to take me harder, body trembling and clenching around me in helpless waves.

“Don’t stop… fill me… please—”

I came hard, grinding deep as another thick load flooded her already-full cunt. Outside, footsteps passed the unlocked door.

I stayed buried for a long moment, feeling her walls still milking me, the fresh heat of my cum beginning to slip out around my cock despite her efforts to hold it in. My thumb stroked the mark on her nape as I spoke, low and calm:

“From tonight on you live under this roof, good girl. Every time Mother pushes the ceremony closer, I’m going to fuck you fuller. Clear?”

Only our ragged breathing filled the study.

And deep inside her, everything I had given her kept pulsing, a constant reminder of exactly who she belonged to now.