Her eyes widen. "He was just being friendly."
"He was imagining you naked." My voice is a low rumble, dangerous. "Thinking about touching you."
"You don't know that?—"
"I know exactly what men think when they look at you." I step closer, backing her toward a large boulder at the edge of the clearing. "Because I think it too. Difference is, you'remine."
Her back hits the rock, and I cage her in with my arms. "Gray..."
"No one looks at my little girl," I growl, pressing my hardening cock against her stomach so she can feel what her innocence does to me. "No one but me."
I claim her mouth in a bruising kiss, swallowing her gasp. My hands find the hem of her dress, yanking it up around her waist.She whimpers against my lips but doesn't fight me, her body already responding to my dominance.
"Right here?" she whispers when I release her mouth to trail bites down her neck. "Someone could see?—"
"Let them." I hook my fingers in her panties and tear them off in one motion. "Let them see you're claimed." Fuck, I want him to hear. Want him to know he has no chance in hell with my angel.
I spin her around, facing the rock, and kick her legs apart with my boot. She braces herself against the boulder, breathing hard. I free my cock, already aching and rigid, and run the head through her folds from behind.
"Already wet," I growl in approval. "Such a good girl for Daddy."
She moans at the name, her hips pushing back against me. I grip her hip with one hand, guiding my cock to her entrance with the other. I’m damn near crazed with lust and jealousy right now. My hands are shaking. With the need to claim, tofuckher.
"Now spread those thighs," I command, pressing into her inch by inch. "Daddy's breeding you deep, making sure you're mine forever."
"Oh God," she gasps as I fill her completely, her inner walls gripping me like a vise. "Gray—Daddy—someone could come by?—"
"Then they'll see who you belong to." I start thrusting, hard and deep, one hand reaching around to find her clit. "See me filling this sweet pussy with my seed. See me breeding what's mine."
The dirty talk pushes her higher—I can feel it in the way she clenches around me, the way her breath hitches. She's learning what she likes. Learning how much she needs the filth I whisper in her ear.
"You like that, don't you?" I growl, fingers circling her clit as I pound into her from behind. "Like the idea of someone seeing you take Daddy's cock. Seeing you bred like a good little girl."
"Yes," she admits on a sob, shame and arousal mixing in her voice. "Yes, Daddy."
I lose what little control I have left, fucking into her with animal force, the slap of skin against skin echoing in the clearing. My free hand tangles in her hair, pulling her head back so I can growl directly into her ear.
"Mine," I snarl with each thrust. "No one else sees this body. No one else touches you. No one else breeds this perfect pussy."
Her orgasm catches her by surprise—I feel it ripple through her, her walls clamping down on my cock as she cries out. The sound echoes across the valley, a primal claim of its own. I follow her over the edge, emptying myself deep inside her with a roar, holding her hips flush against mine to ensure not a drop escapes.
As we catch our breath, I keep her pinned against the boulder, my cock still buried inside her. I run my hands possessively over her curves, savoring the way she trembles in the aftermath.
"Think that hiker heard you?" I murmur against her ear, enjoying the way she flushes with embarrassment.
Her cheeks flush. “You're awful," she whispers, but there's no heat in it.
I turn her in my arms, fixing her dress before tucking myself away. Her eyes are dazed, pupils blown wide with lingering pleasure. I brush hair from her flushed face, something dangerously close to tenderness unfurling in my chest.
five
. . .
Beck
Gray's in the shower.I hear the water running, giving me maybe ten minutes to explore the parts of the cabin he's kept off-limits. Three days I've been here, three days of being claimed in every room except the one with the heavy padlock. His office, he says. Private, he says. But I need answers more than I need to respect his privacy. After what he did to me on the mountain trail yesterday—bent me over a boulder in broad daylight and fucked me until I screamed—I deserve to know exactly who I'm spreading my legs for.
The locked door stands at the end of the short hallway. Heavy wood, serious padlock. Not the kind of security you need unless you're hiding something important.
