"You," she moans, pushing back against my hand. "It's yours, Daddy."
Christ, that word on her lips. I line myself up and thrust home in one powerful stroke, burying myself to the hilt in her tight heat. She screams, her inner walls clenching around me as she takes every inch.
"Mine to fuck,” I growl, setting a brutal pace. My hips slam against her reddened ass with each thrust, the sound of skin on skin mixing with her moans and my grunts. "Mine to keep."
I grab a fistful of her hair, pulling gently to arch her back. "Tell me who you belong to," I demand, not slowing my punishing rhythm. "Tell Daddy whose pussy this is."
"Yours!" she cries out, her body shaking with each impact. "I'm yours, Daddy, only yours!"
I spank her again, harder, watching her ass jiggle with the impact. She's so fucking responsive, so perfect for me. Made for me.
"Such a perfect, tight little hole for Daddy's seed," I praise, feeling my balls tighten with impending release. "Gonna fill you up so good. Knock you up so everyone knows you're mine."
She comes then, her pussy clamping down on my cock like a vise, her cries echoing off the cabin walls. The sensation pushes me over the edge, and I bury myself as deep as I can, unleashing jet after jet of cum inside her.
"Take it," I growl through clenched teeth, grinding against her as I empty myself. "Take every fucking drop."
I collapse over her, careful to brace my weight on my forearms so I don't crush her smaller frame. Her body trembles beneath me, aftershocks rippling through her as I stay buried inside, making sure none of my seed escapes.
When our breathing finally slows, I roll to the side, taking her with me so we lie facing the fire, my body curled protectively around hers, my softening cock still inside her. I spread my handover her lower belly, imagining it swollen with my child. The thought makes my spent cock twitch with renewed interest.
"They'll be back," she says quietly, her voice small but not frightened.
I tighten my hold on her, pressing my lips to the nape of her neck. "Let them come. I won't let anyone take you from me." I slide my hand lower, between her legs, feeling where we're joined, where my cum is leaking out despite my efforts to keep it inside her. "You're where you belong now."
She sighs, a contented sound that makes my chest tighten with unfamiliar emotion. "I know," she whispers. "I'm home."
Home.The word echoes in my head, in my heart. I haven’t had a home since I lost my family. This cabin I built has been a tomb, a place to wait out my days until death finally claimed me too. But now, with Lila in my arms, it finally feels like a home. Like a beginning instead of an end.
I won't let anyone take that from me. Not again. Not ever.
epilogue
. . .
Lila
Five years later
The twins are onlythree years old and already showing signs they'll be as big as their daddy. Not that I'm surprised. Everything about Thorne is huge. His hands. His heart. His insatiable need for me that hasn't diminished one bit since the day I stumbled into his cabin during that blizzard five years ago. I watch him now from the kitchen window, our two little boys trailing after him in the yard like ducklings, trying to mimic the way he splits logs with a single powerful swing of the axe. My giants. All three of them.
Ethan and Caleb, my beautiful boys with their daddy's strength but my hazel eyes. Sometimes I catch Thorne just staring at them when he thinks I'm not looking, a reverence in his gaze that makes my heart ache. For those five silent years before me, he thought he'd never have this. A family. Children with his dark hair and broad shoulders. Yet here they are—our little miracles.
"Daddy, I do it!" Ethan, always the bolder of the twins, tugs at Thorne's pants leg, reaching for the small hatchet Thorne keeps just for show.
Thorne's laugh rumbles across the yard, deep and rich like honey. He was silent for so long that sometimes I still get goosebumps when I hear it. He swoops our son up with one massive arm like he weighs nothing, pressing a kiss to his forehead.
"Not today, little man," he says, his voice carrying to me through the open window. "Gotta get a little bigger first."
Caleb, not wanting to be left out, raises his arms for the same treatment. My mountain man gathers him up too, one sturdy boy in each arm, and I see his muscles flex under his flannel shirt. He catches me watching through the window and his eyes darken. Just like that. Five years together, two children, and still he looks at me like I'm the answer to every prayer he never dared say out loud.
I remember when the search and rescue team came back for me. It had been three weeks after the blizzard. Three weeks of Thorne fucking me into oblivion every night, feeding me by hand, bathing me in his copper tub, and letting me into the fortress around his heart inch by precious inch.
The sound of the helicopter had Thorne moving like a bear protecting its cub. He'd practically shoved me into the bedroom, standing guard at the front door, a growl building in his chest.
"They can't have you," he'd rumbled, his face a mask of primal possession. "You're mine now."
My heart had raced—not from fear, but from the absolute certainty that yes, I was his. Forever. But I couldn't let him scare away people who were just doing their job.
