Chapter 186 The Blizzard And The Cabin

Chapter 186 The Blizzard And The Cabin
The storm swallowed the forest whole before sunset.

One moment there had still been shapes between the trees.

Dark outlines.

Movement.

Direction.

The next

Everything disappeared into white.

Wind screamed violently through the mountains hard enough to shake entire pines while snow blasted sideways in thick blinding sheets across the forest floor.

The transformed human vanished somewhere during the chaos.

One second ahead of us.

Then gone.

The storm erased tracks almost instantly.

Even Darius stopped trying to follow them after visibility dropped to nearly nothing.

“We need shelter,” he said sharply over the wind.

I hated that he was right.

My body already felt wrong.

At first I blamed exhaustion.

The freezing lake.

The repeated exposure to Siberian weather over the past week.

But the deeper the temperature dropped

The worse it became.

Cold slid through me differently than it should have.

Not ordinary freezing.

Deeper.

Like the vampire side of me rejected this kind of cold entirely.

My muscles stiffened faster than normal.

Even breathing hurt now.

The realization unsettled me more than the storm itself.

Darius noticed before I said anything.

Of course he did.

He always noticed.

“You’re shivering.”

“I’m in Siberia,” I snapped automatically through chattering teeth. “Everyone’s shivering.”

His eyes narrowed instantly.

“No.”

The single word cut straight through the storm.

I looked away.

Because he was right.

The Blood Guards had trained for this climate since childhood.

The wolves adapted naturally.

But something inside me reacted differently.

Vampire blood liked darkness.

Night.

Death.

Not this.

Not endless killing cold capable of freezing even predators.

Another violent gust nearly knocked me sideways.

Darius caught my arm instantly.

His expression sharpened immediately beneath the snowfall.

“You’re freezing.”

“I’m fine.”

Lie.

A bad one.

My fingers had gone almost numb despite insulated gloves while violent trembling wrecked through my muscles hard enough to hurt.

The vampire side of me ran colder naturally.

Usually subtle.

Usually manageable.

But this storm

This kind of brutal Siberian cold dragged it into something dangerous.

My body couldn’t regulate properly anymore.

The realization finally frightened me a little.

Darius saw that too.

Without another word, he pulled me forward through the storm.

Fast.

Purposeful.

The abandoned cabin appeared almost suddenly through the whiteout.

Half buried beneath snowdrifts between thick pine trees, barely visible beneath the storm. The structure looked ancient and partially collapsed, but intact enough to block wind.

Good enough.

Darius forced the frozen door open with one shove.

The cabin interior smelled like dust, old wood, and long-dead fires.

Dark.

Cold.

But sheltered.

The second the door slammed shut behind us, silence crashed down so suddenly my ears rang.

Only the storm remained now.

Distant.

Muted beyond the cabin walls.

I stumbled slightly.

The cold had settled too deep into my body now.

My limbs felt heavy.

Slow.

Darius caught me again immediately.

“Sit.”

The command left no room for argument.

I sank onto the edge of the old wooden bench near the fireplace while he moved quickly through the cabin gathering anything dry enough to burn.

His movements turned efficient instantly.

Focused.

Protective instinct taking over completely.

Within minutes he had the fireplace roaring alive.

Flames cracked sharply through the dark cabin while heat slowly pushed back the freezing air.

Normally that should have helped immediately.

It didn’t.

I still couldn’t stop shaking.

My teeth chattered violently while numbness crawled through my hands and legs.

Darius noticed instantly.

His expression changed.

Concern sharpening into something dangerously close to fear.

“Lyra.”

I hated that tone.

The one he used when he thought something was seriously wrong.

“I’m okay.”

“No, you’re not.”

He crossed the cabin quickly and crouched directly in front of me.

Warm hands closed around mine.

I flinched slightly.

Not from pain.

From the temperature difference.

His skin felt burning hot against mine.

Darius swore softly beneath his breath.

“You’re ice cold.”

I tried pulling away.

“I just need a minute.”

He ignored that completely.

Of course he did.

Within seconds he stripped off his heavy outer coat and wrapped it around my shoulders himself, pulling the thick fur-lined material tightly around me until warmth and his scent swallowed me whole.Smoke.Snow.Pine,Home.

God.

That somehow made the trembling worse.

Because suddenly I wasn’t just cold anymore.

I was exhausted.

And safe enough to feel it.

Darius sat beside me immediately afterward.

Close.

Close enough our thighs touched.

The firelight painted sharp gold across his face while snowstorms battered the cabin walls outside hard enough to rattle the windows.

“You should’ve told me sooner.”

“I didn’t realize it was this bad.”

He studied me silently for a long moment.

Then quietly:

“Your vampire side.”

Not a question.

I nodded once.

“The cold affects it differently.”

“How?”

I swallowed slowly.

“Vampires regulate temperature strangely.” My voice shook slightly. “Extreme cold slows everything down.”

Understanding darkened his expression immediately.

Not weakness then.

Biological vulnerability.

Another thing the world could weaponize if it learned enough.

Darius reached toward the fire, adjusting one of the burning logs carefully before looking back at me.

“You almost collapsed out there.”

“I’m still conscious.”

“That’s not comforting.”

Fair.

The cabin fell quiet after that except for the storm raging outside and the steady crackle of firelight between us.

The storm grew louder as night settled fully over the forest.

Wind slammed violently against the cabin walls while snow hissed across the roof hard enough to sound alive. Every now and then the old structure groaned beneath the force of it, ancient wood protesting against Siberian winter.

Inside

Firelight painted everything gold.

Warm shadows flickered softly across rough wooden walls while the fireplace cracked steadily beside us, heat curling through the small cabin in uneven waves.

And still

I couldn’t fully stop shaking.

Not violently anymore.

But enough.

Enough that Darius kept noticing.

Of course he did.

I sat wrapped tightly in his coat near the fire, knees drawn loosely toward my chest while exhaustion settled heavier into my bones with every passing minute.

Shadows danced across his jaw, the hard line of it, and those dark eyes reflected the orange glow like a predator watching its territory.

He pulled his phone from his pocket, tapped the screen, held it up. He turned the device, tried again, then shoved it back into his coat with a grunt. No signal. Of course not. We were in the middle of nowhere, trapped by a storm that showed no sign of letting up.

He stood, and the firelight caught the full measure of him,tall, commanding, shoulders filling the doorway as he turned toward me. His boots thudded against the wood as he crossed the space, each step deliberate, measured. I watched him approach, my body rigid, my arms wrapped tight around myself. The heat from the fire licked at my back, but it wasn't enough. Nothing was enough with the cold seeping into my bones.

He stopped in front of me, looking down. I had to tilt my head back to meet his gaze. Those dark eyes pinned me in place, and something flickered in them,amusement, maybe. Hunger.

"You're still freezing."

His voice was low, almost gentle, but I heard the edge beneath it. The taunt.

"No shit, Sherlock."

The words came out sharper than I intended, my jaw tight, my breath visible in the cold air. I glared up at him, defiant, even as my body trembled. He didn't flinch. He never flinched. He just looked at me with that infuriating calm, like he could see straight through my anger to the shivering mess underneath.

One corner of his mouth curved. "We should fuck. Warm you up."

I stared at him. Of all the things he could have said,should have said,that was what came out of his mouth. A laugh bubbled up in my chest, bitter and sharp, and I shook my head.

"You're always thinking about mating," I spat. "Every single time. Doesn't matter where we are or what's happening, your brain goes straight to,"

"Yes."

He cut me off, his voice dropping, going rough. The amusement vanished from his face, replaced by something rawer. His dark eyes burned into mine, unblinking, and when he spoke again, each word landed heavy.

"Because I want you all the time. Every moment. I want my cock buried in you, Lyra. I want to feel you around me, wet and warm and mine."

My breath caught. The bluntness of it hit me like a slap, heat flooding my face despite the cold. I opened my mouth to respond,some cutting remark, some dismissal,but the words died before they reached my tongue.

He moved.

One moment he was standing above me, the next he was on his knees, his hand fisting in my hair, pulling my head back. His mouth crashed into mine, hard and demanding, and every thought in my skull scattered like startled birds.

I kissed him back with a fury that matched the snowstorm outside, teeth clashing, tongues tangling, tasting smoke and something darker. A moan escaped my throat, swallowed by his mouth, and my body arched toward him,  my nipples tightened and  heat pooled between my thighs despite everything.

Before I realised it the layers of warm clothes I wore started getting shaded one by one until all I remained with was a tank top and my underwear. I shivered from the cold, His free hand found my breast, squeezing through the thtop, thumb dragging across my peaked nipple. I gasped into his mouth, and he swallowed that too, his grip in my hair tightening until my scalp burned. He pushed me down onto my back, the rough cardboard boxes he had layer earlier scraping against my bare shoulders. The cold air hit my skin, but his body covered mine,heavy, solid, radiating heat like a furnace.

His palm slid  up my thigh, calloused fingers digging into my flesh. I spread my legs without thinking, instinct overriding reason, and he settled between them. I could feel him hard against me, the thick length of him pressing through his trousers, and I rolled my hips up, seeking friction,needing it.

He broke the kiss, both hands removing my top, baring my breasts to the cold air. His mouth found one nipple, tongue circling, teeth grazing, and I arched off the floor with a strangled cry. His fingers hooked into my underwear and tore,fabric ripping, the sound lost in the storm,and then his hand was between my legs, two fingers pushing inside my soaked pussy without preamble.

I was wet. Dripping. My body betraying me completely as his fingers fucked into me, knuckle-deep, curling to find that spot that made my vision blur. My hips bucked, chasing his hand, and he added a third finger,stretching me open, his thumb grinding against my clit in tight circles. Wet sounds filled the cabin,obscene, unmistakable,mingling with the rain and my ragged breathing.

He pulled his fingers out, and I whimpered at the loss. The sound of his belt buckle. His zipper. Then the blunt head of his cock pressed against my entrance, and he thrust into the hilt in one brutal stroke.

I screamed. The stretch, the fullness, the overwhelming rightness of it,it tore through me like lightning. He didn't wait for me to adjust. He fucked me hard, hips snapping, driving into me with a force that shoved me across the rough floor. My hands clawed at his back, nails biting through his coat, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper.

The wet slap of skin against skin. The squelch of his cock pounding my drenched pussy. My moans, his grunts, the creak of the old cabin, everything blended into a single, primal rhythm. He grabbed my thighs, pushed them wider, and angled his hips to hit that spot inside me with every thrust. My eyes rolled back, my body trembling, pleasure building like a wave.

His hand wrapped around my throat not squeezing, just holding, a reminder of who was in control. I could feel my orgasm approaching, coiling tight in my belly, and I clenched around him, desperate, chasing it.

He drove into me harder, faster, his breathing ragged against my ear. The cabin, the storm, the cold, and none of it existed. There was only him, only this, only the relentless pounding of his cock and the pressure building inside me.

I came with a sob, my pussy spasming around him, gushing, soaking his thighs and mine. He followed with a guttural groan, burying himself deep and holding there, his cock pulsing as he filled me with hot spurts of cum.

We lay there on the dirty floor, the fire crackling, the storm still raging outside. His weight pressed me into the wood, his breath hot against my neck. I could feel his heartbeat, steady and sure, while mine hammered against my ribs like a trapped bird.

I stared up at the rotting ceiling, his cum leaking from my swollen pussy, my body warm for the first time all night.  

My thighs still quaked from the aftershocks, the walls of my pussy fluttering around nothing, his cum leaking from my swollen hole and pooling on the filthy floorboards beneath my ass. The fire crackled. And Darius lay beside me, his chest rising and falling in slow, satisfied breaths, that arrogant mouth curved in a smirk 

I moved before the thought fully formed, I swung my leg over his waist and planted my knees on either side of his hips. My bare feet scraped against the cardboard, my fingers wrapping around his cock,still thick, still slick with both of us, cum and my own juices coating the shaft. He was hard again. Of course he was. I positioned the head at my entrance, my pussy spread and fucked out and dripping with his seed, and I sank down in one brutal stroke.

The stretch punched a gasp from my throat. My body wasn't ready,still trembling, still sensitive from my orgasm,and the sensation of him filling me again bordered on too much. My walls clenched around him, swollen and raw, and I could feel every ridge, every vein, every inch of him buried to the hilt inside me.

I didn't wait. Didn't give him time to adjust or take control.

My hands found his shoulders, fingers digging into the hard muscle, nails biting crescents into his skin as I pinned him down. I rose up on my knees, feeling his cock drag against my inner walls, then slammed back down.

The wet slap of our bodies echoed through the cabin, obscene and loud, mixing with the storm's fury outside.

Up. Down. Up. Down.

I set a punishing rhythm, my hips rolling and grinding, taking him as deep as I could on every stroke. My breasts bounced, my nipples hard and aching. Sweat gathered at the base of my throat, between my shoulder blades, despite the cold seeping through the cabin's rotting walls.

His hands came up,reaching for my hips, my waist, trying to steer me, trying to take back the control that was rightfully his. I snarled and shoved them back down, pressing my weight through my palms against his shoulders.

"No," I hissed. 

His jaw tightened. Those dark eyes blazed with something between fury and fascination. He could overpower me,both of us knew it. One twist of his hips and he'd have me pinned beneath him again, spreading my thighs wide while he pounded into me like he owned me.

But he didn't.

He lay there, muscles coiled tight beneath my grip, and let me ride him.

I fucked him harder. My thighs burned with the effort, my knees aching against the rough floor, but I didn't slow down. I rose until only the tip of his cock remained inside me, then dropped my weight, impaling myself on his thick shaft. The squelch of cum and arousal filled the cabin, wet and filthy and perfect. His cock hit that spot deep inside me,the one that made my vision blur and my breath catch,and I chased it, grinding down in tight circles before lifting again.

My clit dragged against his pelvis on every downstroke, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through my core. I could feel another orgasm building, pressure coiling low in my belly, but I refused to let it take me yet. Not until I'd taken everything I wanted from him first.

"Look at you," I breathed, my voice ragged and raw. "Lying there like a good little toy. Letting me use you." I teaser, I knew it took all his might to let me dominant, I just knew his Alpha instincts were screaming for him to dominate me.

A muscle jumped in his cheek. His chest heaved beneath my hands, his breath coming faster now, and I felt his cock throb inside me,swelling even thicker, stretching my swollen walls further. He was close. I could tell by the way his abs clenched, the way his hips twitched like he was fighting the urge to thrust up into me.

I leaned forward, changing the angle, and his cock hit even deeper. A moan tore from my throat, unbidden, my pussy clenching around him as pleasure spiked through me. My rhythm faltered for just a second before I found it again, faster now, more desperate.

The wet sounds grew louder,our mixed cum frothing around his shaft as I rode him, dripping down his balls and pooling on the floor beneath us. My thighs were drenched, my sundress ruined, and I didn't care. All I cared about was the brutal rhythm of my hips, the fullness inside me, the way his jaw clenched tighter with every stroke.

"You're going to come inside me again," I said, my voice low and commanding. "And you're going to lie there and take it."

His nostrils flared. His hands fisted at his sides, knuckles white, every line of his body screaming with the effort of holding back.

I ground down hard, swiveling my hips, and felt his cock pulse inside me.

That was it. That was the crack in his control.

I rode him through it, slamming my hips down again and again as his cock jerked and spilled, hot cum flooding my already-drenched pussy. I kept moving, kept fucking, milking every last drop from him while my own orgasm crested,that pressure in my belly finally releasing in a wave of pleasure that made my back arch and my breath catch.

I collapsed forward, my hands still braced on his shoulders, my body shaking as my pussy clenched and fluttered around his softening cock. Cum leaked from my hole, warm and wet against my thighs.

His chest rose and fell beneath my palms. His dark eyes watched me, unreadable.

The emptiness hit first,that sudden void where his cock had been, my pussy clenching around nothing, cum leaking from my spread hole and pooling on my thighs. I gasped at the loss, my body still trembling as Darius moved beneath me. His hands found my waist, and before I could react, he lifted me off him with the same casual strength that had pinned me to the floor earlier.

He stood, and I slid down his body, my bare feet hitting the filthy floorboards. My knees buckled, but his grip kept me upright. The firelight threw his shadow across the rotting wall,massive, looming,as he reached for his trousers. The leather belt hissed through the loops, and he kicked the ruined fabric aside. Naked now, fully, his cock jutting forward despite everything, slick with both of us, still impossibly hard.

My throat tightened. He shouldn't be able to,no one could, but it was always like this with Darius, His hands clamped under my arms, and he hauled me up. My back hit the cabin wall, and the rough-hewn planks bit into my shoulder blades, splinters catching against my sweat-damp skin. The impact knocked the breath from my lungs.

"Legs," he said. One word. A command.

I wrapped them around his waist. Reflex. All of it tangled together until I couldn't separate one from the other. My heels dug into the small of his back, my thighs gripping him as he positioned himself.

He didn't wait. Didn't ask. His cock pushed into my cum-slicked pussy in one long thrust, spreading me open around him, and the sound that escaped my throat was something between a snarl and a moan. My walls clenched around the intrusion, swollen and sensitive from everything before, every nerve ending screaming as he filled me again.

The cabin wall groaned behind me. Old wood, rotting from years of rain and neglect, protesting the rhythm he set. Each thrust drove my back harder against those rough planks, and I felt the grain bite into my skin, felt splinters catch and drag. My fingers clawed at his shoulders, nails digging into muscle that didn't yield, that barely registered the damage.

He fucked me like an animal. No tenderness. No pretense. Just the brutal mechanics of possession, his hips snapping forward with a force that made the entire structure shudder. The wall creaked in time with his thrusts,a sickening rhythm, wood and flesh and storm all blurring together until I couldn't tell where one sound ended and another began.

My head fell back against the wall. The rough surface scraped against my scalp as my body jerked with each impact. Above me, through the gaps in the rotting roof, I could see the storm raging,black sky split by lightning, snow pouring through like the sky itself was trying to wash us away. But nothing could touch us here.

Nothing could break this.

His breath came hot against my throat. His hands gripped my thighs hard enough to bruise, fingers dimpling my flesh as he held me open for his cock. Each thrust drove deeper, harder, his pelvis grinding against my swollen clit with a pressure that made my vision blur at the edges.

I could feel another orgasm building already, coiling tight in my belly despite the oversensitivity, despite the rawness.

The wall shuddered. Dust rained down from the rafters, settling on my bare shoulders, catching in my tangled hair. A plank groaned somewhere to my left, and for a wild moment I wondered if he would fuck me straight through the cabin wall,if we would end up in the freezing snow with his cock still buried inside me.

He shifted his angle, and the head of his cock dragged against something deep inside me that made my whole body jerk. A whine escaped my clenched teeth, and I bit down on his shoulder to muffle it. My teeth broke skin.

Copper flooded my tongue.

He didn't slow. If anything, he fucked me harder, his rhythm turning savage, punishing. The wall behind mecracked,actually cracked,and I felt the plank give slightly beneath my shoulder blade. The firelight flickered, casting our shadows huge and twisted against the opposite wall, two bodies merged into one writhing shape.

My thighs burned from the strain of holding myself up, from the relentless impact of his hips. My pussy ached, spread and used and dripping with every thrust, cum and slick running down to stain the inside of my thighs.

The wet sounds grew louder, filthier,each plunge accompanied by a squelch that echoed off the cabin walls, punctuated by the sharp slap of skin against skin.

My nails raked down his back, leaving red trails across his skin, and he grunted,a low, animal sound that vibrated through his chest and into mine.

The storm howled outside, but inside there was only this,the creak of rotting wood, the slap of flesh, the wet obscene sounds of his cock plunging into my fucked-out pussy over and over. His thrusts grew erratic, losing their measured rhythm, and I felt his cock throb inside me,that telltale pulse that meant he was close again. My own orgasm hovered just out of reach, building with every grind of his pelvis against my clit, every deep thrust that hit that spot inside me that made my toes curl against his lower back.

The wall groaned louder. Another crack, this time somewhere above us, and more dust drifted down. The firelight danced, throwing shadows that made it look like the cabin itself was moving, breathing, fucking along with us.

I clung to him, my fingers tangled in his hair, my teeth still pressed against the mark I'd left on his shoulder. My body moved with his now,not fighting, not trying to control, just riding the wave of sensation that threatened

to pull me under. Each thrust sent sparks through my core, each grind against my clit pushed me closer to the edge.

The wood behind me splintered.

The wall gave a final, splintering groan as I shoved off it, my legs unlocking from his waist with a wet sound. His cock slipped from me, and I gasped at the sudden emptiness, at the hot rush of our mingled cum sliding down my inner thighs. My back burned where the rough planks had scraped me raw, splinters embedded in my skin, but the pain only sharpened the fever in my blood.

Darius stood before me, chest heaving, that monstrous cock jutting out from his body, glistening with my slick and his own seed. Still hard. Still throbbing. The bastard didn't even look winded.

My hands found his chest. I shoved.

He stumbled back,surprise flickering across those dark eyes for half a heartbeat,and his calves hit the edge of the pallet on the floor. He went down, shoulders hitting the rotting floorboards with a dull thud, and I followed, dropping to my knees between his spread legs. The filthy wood bit into my bare skin, grit and splinters pressing into my shins. I didn't care. My hand wrapped around his cock. The heat of him pulsed against my palm, thick and veined and obscene. I squeezed,not gently, not with any tenderness,and his jaw tightened. 

I leaned forward,, my hair falling around us like a curtain. His cock stood rigid from my fist, the head swollen and leaking, and I could smell myself on him. Smell us. The musk of sweat and cum and something darker, something that made my mouth water.

I opened my mouth and took him deep.

No warning. No teasing. I swallowed him until he hit the back of my throat, until my lips stretched around his girth and my jaw ached from the width of him. The taste exploded across my tongue,salt and bitterness and the sharp tang of my own arousal coating his shaft. I gagged, throat spasming around him, but I didn't pull back.

I pushed deeper, breathing through my nose, forcing my throat to open.

Above me, Darius went still. His hands lay at his sides, fingers curling against the floorboards, and I could feelthe tension coiling through his body like a spring wound too tight. He wasn't touching me. Wasn't grabbing my head or forcing me down. He was letting me do this.

For now.

My tongue pressed flat against the underside of his cock, then curled, swirling around the ridge of the head as I pulled back slowly. I looked up at him through the veil of my hair, and our eyes met.

His were dark in the firelight, pupils blown wide, watching me with that predatory stillness that made my skin prickle. I held his gaze as I sank back down, taking him to the root, My free hand found his balls. They hung heavy and full, still tight against his body despite everything he'd already spilled inside me. I wrapped my fingers around them and squeezed.

Not enough to damage. Just enough to make his breath catch. Just enough to remind him who had his most vulnerable flesh in her grip.

His thighs tensed against my arms, muscles like iron beneath sweat-slick skin. I squeezed harder, rolling his balls in my palm, feeling the weight of them, the delicate skin stretched tight. 

I pulled back until just the head rested on my tongue, then swirled around the slit, lapping up the bitter fluid leaking from him. My hand worked the shaft in long, twisting strokes, spreading the wetness from my mouth down his length. The obscene sounds filled the cabin,slick, slurping noises mixing with the storm's howl and the crackle of the dying fire.

I took him deep again, setting a rhythm that was punishment more than pleasure. Each downstroke and each swirl of my tongue a brand of ownership. 

My jaw ached. My knees screamed against the floor. Drool spilled from the corners of my stretched lips, running down my chin, dripping onto his thighs. 

His hips shifted beneath me, the tiniest thrust upward, and I answered it by squeezing his balls until his whole body jerked. A sound escaped him,low, rough, barely human,and it sent a bolt of heat straight to my swollen, aching pussy. I was still dripping. Still ruined and open and empty. My body wept for him even as my mouth worshipped him.

I pulled off with a wet pop, gasping, strings of saliva connecting my lips to his cock. My hand kept stroking, faster now, tighter, while my thumb pressed against the sensitive ridge beneath the head. I looked up at him again, my chest heaving, my lips swollen and glistening.

"You're Mine Darius," I breathed, the words barely audible above the storm.

His dark eyes blazed. His hands remained at his sides, fingers clawed against the floor, tendons standing out in his forearms. He was holding back. I could see it in the rigid line of his jaw, the tension in his shoulders. The predator letting the prey think she had control.

I didn't care.

I took him back into my mouth, deeper this time, relaxing my throat until my nose pressed against the coarse hair at his base. I swallowed around him, throat milking his cock, and my hand squeezed his balls in time with each pulse of my throat. His hips bucked,uncontrolled this time,and I took it, took him, took every inch until I couldn't breathe, until tears streamed from the corners of my eyes and my vision blurred.

I held him there, deep in my throat, and I squeezed his balls until I felt them draw up tight against his body.

His hand moved before I could react. Fingers closed around the torn fabric,my underwear, discarded and forgotten on the rotting floorboards,and in one fluid motion, he pulled free from my throat. I gasped, drool and precum spilling down my chin, but he was already reaching for my wrists.

The cotton wrapped around both wrists, pulled taut, cinched tight. I yanked against the binding, but his grip was iron, dragging my arms above my head. The fabric bit into my skin as he knotted it,quick, efficient, the hands of a man who'd tied prey before.

"Someone was getting a little cocky" His dark eyes locked onto mine. No amusement now. No taunting smirk. Just hunger, raw and absolute, and something far more dangerous: intent.

He hauled me up like I weighed nothing, my bound wrists caught in one massive fist. My knees left the floor, my body dragged across his lap, and then the world spun. My back hit the pallet with a force that knocked the breath from my lungs, dust rising around us in the dim firelight.

His body followed mine instantly. His weight pressed me into the rough cardboard beneath, his hips settling between my spread thighs. I felt him,thick, slick from my throat, pressing against my entrance.

He didn't wait.

One thrust. Buried to the hilt.

My spine arched off the pallet, a sound tearing from my throat that wasn't quite a scream. The stretch was obscene,my pussy still swollen from before, still drenched, and he filled me completely. I could feel every ridge, every vein, the head of his cock pressing against my deepest point.

But he didn't move.

His hips held still, pinning me in place. His free hand braced beside my head, the other keeping my bound wrists stretched above me. Rain dripped through the gaps in the roof, landing on my exposed stomach, my chest, mixing with the sweat already coating my skin.

"Look at me."

I couldn't not. Those dark eyes bore into mine, inches away, and I saw the predator beneath the man. The Alpha King held me pinned like a butterfly to a board.

He withdrew. Slowly. Agonizingly. Every inch of his cock dragging against my walls until only the head remained inside me.

Then he thrust back in. Deliberate. Measured. Nothing like the brutal pounding against the wall.

This was worse.

"Tell me," his voice dropped to a growl, vibrating against my collarbone as his lips brushed my throat. "Tell me how much you love this."

I clenched my jaw. Shook my head.

He pulled out again, slower this time, and my hips betrayed me,chasing him, following, desperate to keep him inside. A whimper escaped before I could stop it.

His laugh was a low rumble against my chest. "Your mouth says no." Another thrust, deep and grinding, his pelvis pressing against my clit. "Your pussy says yes."

Lightning flashed. His face illuminated in stark white,jaw clenched, eyes burning, the tendons in his neck standing taut. He looked like a man holding himself on a leash, and that leash was fraying.

He set a rhythm that made me want to scream. Slow. Unhurried. Each thrust a complete sentence, each withdrawal a question mark. My body answered before my mind could catch up,my hips rolling to meet his, my thighs tightening around his waist, my swollen pussy clenching around his cock like it would never let go.

"Say itLyra." His grip on my wrists tightened, pulling my arms higher, arching my back until my breasts pressed against his chest. "Admit how much you need My cock."

I bit my lip until I tasted copper. The words sat in my throat like broken glass. I wasn't going to say such an obscene thing.

He changed the angle. Just slightly. And the head of his cock dragged across that spot inside me,the one that made stars burst behind my eyes, the one that turned my bones to liquid.

My mouth fell open. A moan spilled out, raw and shameless.

"There." His thumb found my clit, pressing in slow circles that matched his thrusts. "That's what I wanted to hear."

And I rolled my eyes.

He fucked me like he had all the time in the world. Like the storm outside was nothing. Like the cabin crumbling around us was irrelevant. Like the only thing that mattered was breaking me open, piece by piece, until there was nothing left but the truth.

My hips bucked beneath him, chasing the pressure, chasing the fullness. The fabric around my wrists pulled taut as I arched, as my body moved without my permission, meeting each of his deliberate strokes with desperate need.

"Please…" The word escaped before I could swallow it.

"Please what?" His teeth found my earlobe, biting down just hard enough to make me gasp. "Use your words,little hybrid."

"I —" My voice cracked. "I want you to fuck me harder."

His rhythm faltered for just a moment,a crack in his control, a glimpse of the beast beneath. Then he was moving again, faster now, harder, each thrust driving the breath from my lungs.

"Again."

"I need your cock." Louder this time. More desperate. "I need….fuck….I need you to fuck me harder."

The sound he made was barely human. A growl that vibrated through his chest into mine, a sound of triumph and hunger and something that might have been satisfaction. His hips snapped forward, abandoning the deliberate pace, and suddenly he was fucking me the way he had against the wall,brutal, claiming, owning.

And I took it. Bound and spread beneath him, I took every inch and begged for more.