~Damon~
“Good girl. Now stay right there and don’t move.”
My voice dropped lower as I stepped in behind her, the sound of my boots sticking to the blood-smeared floor echoing through the hallway.
Her palms were flat against the cold metal lockers, her breath already coming in shallow gasps. Her skirt was hitched high over her hips, the soft curve of her ass trembling, on display, open for me. Her soaked panties clung to one thigh, already stretched, already ruined.
I reached down, gripped the inside of her knee, and kicked her legs open wider. She gasped, her body jolting forward from the sudden shift in pressure.
“You’re dripping,” I said as I looked down, watching a slow strand of slick trail from between her thighs to the floor. “You’re so fucking ready for this cock, it’s embarrassing.”
I unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out-already thick, already hard, already swollen with the kind of need that made me dangerous. I wrapped my hand around the base, stroked once, then pressed the tip against her soaked folds.
She moaned loud, broken, hungry.
I slapped her ass hard, making her jump.
“Keep your hands on the locker,” I said, grabbing her hair and yanking her head back until she was arched perfectly for me.” You move, and I stop. You take every inch, or you get nothing.”
“Yes, Daddy,” she breathed, her voice trembling.
“That’s what I like to hear,” I growled.
I pushed forward, slow at first, just the head breaching her pussy, watching it spread her open, watching how tight she already was. Her body clenched around me immediately, already sucking me in, already trying to milk me for everything I had.
“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath. “You’re tighter than ever. So hot. So wet. You’re pulsing like you’ve been waiting for this all damn day.”noveldrama
She whimpered, her fingers curling into fists against the locker.
I grabbed her hips, held her steady, and slammed the rest of my cock into her in one brutal thrust.
She screamed.
Her body jolted forward, her breath shattering in her chest as I bottomed out inside her, thick and deep, pressing so far in I could feel her cervix kiss the tip of my cock.
I didn’t give her time to adjust.
I pulled back and thrust into her again-harder.
And again.
And again.
Loud, wet, skin-slapping thrusts echoed through the hallway, mixed with her moans, my grunts, and the ragged sound of flesh colliding with soaked, needy heat.
“Say it,” I growled between thrusts. “Say what you’re taking.”
“Daddy’s cock,” she sobbed. “I’m taking Daddy’s cock.”
“That’s right, baby. You’re taking all of it. You’re taking it like a good fucking girl.”
I slammed into her again, harder this time, my hips crashing into her ass, the sound so loud it made the metal locker rattle.
Her walls clenched around me-tight, trembling, begging-and I leaned forward, one hand wrapping around her throat from behind while the other reached between her legs and rubbed her clit in brutal, fast circles.
She screamed again, louder now, her body rocking against mine as her heat exploded.
“Damon-fuck-Daddy-I can’t-I’m gonna-“
“You don’t come until I say,” I snarled into her ear. “You hold it. You fucking hold it until I decide you deserve it.”
She was panting now. Crying. So overwhelmed she couldn’t even keep her legs straight. I bent her forward even more, grabbed both wrists, and pinned them to the locker while I kept pounding into her from behind.
The sound of my cock sliding in and out of her wet, gripping pussy was filthy. Loud. Drenched.
“You’re going to remember this,” I said through clenched teeth. “You’re going to feel my cum dripping down your thighs when I take you into the pack house. They’re going to smell what I did to you. They’re going to see it on your skin, in your eyes, in the way you walk. They’re going to look at you and know you were fucked by your Alpha.”
“Yes,” she cried, her voice cracking. “I want that. I want all of it. Please don’t stop-please-please-“
“Shut up and take it,” I snarled. “Take your knot like a good little Luna.”
And then I knotted her.
The base of my cock swelled and locked inside her, and she screamed-loud, high-pitched, almost feral-as her orgasm tore through her. Her cunt clamped down around me, spasming, milking me. Her body trembled under mine, going limp against the locker as I filled her with wave after wave of thick, hot cum.
I stayed buried deep inside her, panting, growling, my chest pressed to her back, my hand still wrapped around her throat as she shook.
Her pussy was fluttering, sucking me deeper with every twitch.
She was a mess.
Sweating. Crying. Moaning.
Ruined.
And when I finally caught my breath, I leaned in close to her ear and spoke in the calmest, most possessive tone I had all night. “I have a meeting with the pack in twenty minutes.”
She didn’t speak. Couldn’t. She was still catching her breath, still pulsing around my knot.
“Why don’t you follow me, kitten?” I whispered. “Let them smell what I did to you. Let them see their Luna dripping down her thighs, still full of her Alpha’s cum. Let them see you walk in wearing my scent like a crown.”
She shuddered.
And I smiled.
Because now?
Now they would all know.
She was mine.
And she would never walk into a room without them remembering this exact sound-the sound of her heat being fucked out of her by the only man who would ever own her again.
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