Chapter 5

Isolde’s POV

Silas’s body went completely still.

One huge hand clamped hard over my mouth, trapping every sound.

His other hand locked around my waist, holding me exactly where he wanted me.

The burning head of his cock was already pushed just a little bit inside me—not pulling out, not pushing deeper.

He lowered his face. His hot breath hit the sensitive skin behind my ear.

He felt like a dangerous predator about to bite.

His voice was so low only I could hear it, but it was dripping with burning hunger.

“Spread your legs. Swallow every sound… Don’t let your best friend find out what her dad is doing to you right now.”

The soft click of the door handle sounded like a knife cutting through the quiet.

A split second before Mia could open the door, Silas grabbed the heavy dark velvet blanket and threw it over both of us.

The thick fabric plunged us into total darkness.

At that exact second, his hips slammed forward.

His thick, burning cock buried into me all the way to the root without any mercy.

A sharp tearing feeling shot up from between my legs straight to my brain. My vision went black.

The scream that tore out of my throat was muffled against his big hand and the heavy blanket. It sounded like a broken, tiny whimper.

I was stretched as far as I could go.

He was completely buried inside me.

The swollen bump of his knot was already pressing hard against my entrance, so hot it made me shake.

With every shallow breath, I could feel exactly how huge he was, taking up every single inch of space inside me.

Footsteps stopped right next to the bed.

Mia’s worried voice came from just a few feet away.

“Dad, how is she? I heard crying just now…”

Above the blanket, Silas looked perfectly calm and fully dressed. The blanket hid everything from the waist down.

He sat on the edge of the bed. His voice was low and commanding, without a single shake.

“The treatment has hit the hardest part. Her inner wolf is fighting the energy.

She needs total silence right now. Leave.”

But under the blanket, he started to move.

Brutally slow, deep thrusts.

Every time he pulled back, there was a thick, wet squelch. Every time he pushed in, he rubbed right against my most sensitive spot inside.

I was still hurting from being stretched, and now this crazy fullness and friction crashed over me again.

My thighs shook out of control. My toes curled tight.

I couldn't even close my legs—his knee was wedged hard between them.

“Dad, she looks like she’s hurting so much…” Mia sounded like she was about to cry. “Should I stay and help?”

“No need.” Silas’s voice was perfect—calm, like a caring father, completely hiding his lust.

“What she needs most right now is quiet and my Alpha energy. Wait downstairs. I’ll call you when we're done.”

Under the covers, the thrusting never stopped.

It got slower. Deeper.

Every time he hit the bottom, I felt the heavy despair of being totally filled.

Tears soaked my cheeks and his hand that was still covering my mouth. Sick shame twisted my stomach.

My best friend was standing right there worrying about me, while her dad had me pinned down, secretly fucking me.

Finally, Mia hesitated and backed away.

Her footsteps faded. The door closed quietly, but it didn't lock.

Only then did Silas loosen his grip over my mouth.

He leaned down, letting his heavy Alpha presence completely crush me.

His words brushed hot against the back of my neck. It was a whisper, but heavy with dark heat.

“Take it. She hasn’t gone far.”

And with that, he sank into me again—slow, brutal, all the way to the hilt.