Chapter 4: Our Playground
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DAMIEN
I didn’t sleep.
Not even for a minute.
I sat in the dark of my office until dawn bled through the curtains, c**k finally soft but still aching, mind replaying every filthy word she’d whispered against my ear.
Every time I closed my eyes I saw her lips hovering over the head of my d**k, saw her thighs slick and trembling, heard that soft, desperate “Daddy” like a brand on my soul.
By morning I had rebuilt the walls. Higher. Thicker. Ice instead of fire.
Control. That was all I had left.
I dressed in black. Shirt buttoned to the throat. Suit jacket on even though it was warm. Armor. I told myself if I looked untouchable, I could pretend I was.
Breakfast was served on the terrace overlooking the training grounds.
Elena was already there, smiling softly over coffee, looking more peaceful than I’d ever seen her. Sofia arrived last.
She wore tiny running shorts and a cropped tank top. No bra. n*****s visible through the thin white fabric the second the breeze hit her. Hair in a high ponytail that begged to be wrapped around my fist. She didn’t look at me as she slid into her seat.
“Good morning,” she said brightly. To Elena. Not to me.
Elena beamed. “Morning, baby. You look ready for a run.”
“I am.” Sofia reached for the fruit bowl. Bent forward just enough that her shorts rode up, flashing the bottom curve of her ass. No thong line. f**k. Bare.
My fork froze halfway to my mouth.
She popped a strawberry between her lips. Sucked the juice off her fingers. Slowly. Deliberately. Eyes finally flicking to mine.
“Training today?” she asked Elena, but the question was for me.
Elena nodded. “Damien usually oversees the morning session. You should join. Get to know the pack.”
Sofia’s smile was all teeth. “I’d love to watch… Daddy work.”
The word landed like a slap.
Elena laughed lightly, thinking it was playful. “He’s very impressive out there.”
I set my fork down. Slowly. “Sofia. A word.”
I stood. Walked inside without waiting.
She followed. Of course she did.
The moment we were out of sight in the shadowed hallway, I rounded on her.
“Stop,” I said low. “Right f*****g now.”
She stepped closer instead. Close enough that I could smell her arousal already blooming. “Stop what? Being polite?”
“You know exactly what you’re doing.”
Her eyes dropped to my mouth. Then lower. “And you know exactly what it does to me.”
I grabbed her wrist. Pushed her back against the wall. Not hard. Just enough to pin her there. Her breath caught. Pupils blown.
“I told you last night,” I growled. “This doesn’t happen.”
“Then why are you hard again?” Her free hand brushed the front of my slacks. Barely a graze. Enough to make my c**k jump.
I caught that hand too. Pinned both above her head. Our bodies were flush now. Her n*****s scraped my chest through fabric. Her hips rolled once, instinctive, grinding her soaked p***y against my thigh.
“Feel that?” she whispered. “That’s what you do to me. Every time you look at me like you hate me, I get wetter.”
My control frayed. I pressed my forehead to hers. Breathed her in. Strawberries. Slick. Need.
“I can’t give you what you want,” I said. Voice cracking. “I won’t destroy your mother. I won’t destroy you.”
“You’re already destroying me by not touching me.” Her voice was small now. Almost broken.
“Please, Damien. Just once. Just… kiss me. Let me feel it. Then I’ll stop pushing. I swear.”
I wanted to.
God help me, I wanted to crush my mouth to hers. Taste her. Swallow every whimper. Shove those shorts down, drop to my knees, lick her clean until she came on my tongue.
But I didn’t.
I released her wrists. Stepped back. Put three feet of cold air between us.
“Go run,” I said. “Train. Whatever. Just stay away from me today.”
Her eyes shimmered. Not tears. Rage. Hurt. Both.
“You’re a coward,” she whispered.
“Maybe.” I turned away. “But I’m the coward who keeps you safe.”
She didn’t follow me.
I made it to the training grounds. Watched the warriors spar. Barked orders. Kept my back straight. Pretended the bond wasn’t clawing my insides out.
An hour later she appeared on the sidelines.
Still in those shorts. Sweaty now. Tank clinging. Hair damp at the temples. She leaned against the fence, arms crossed, watching me like prey.
Marco, one of the younger warriors, harmless, eager, jogged over to her. Said something. Made her laugh. Real laugh. The kind I’d never heard directed at me.
Jealousy hit like acid.
I crossed the field in seconds.
“Marco. Back to drills.”
He blinked. “Yes, Alpha.”
He left.
Sofia tilted her head. “Jealous?”
“Get inside,” I said.
“No.”
“Now.”
She stepped forward instead. Voice low so only I could hear. “Make me.”
I grabbed her arm. Dragged her toward the equipment shed at the edge of the field. Not gentle. Not cruel. Just urgent.
Inside it smelled of leather and sweat and metal. I slammed the door. Locked it.
Pushed her against the wall again.
“You want to play games?” I snarled. “Fine. But you don’t get to flirt with my wolves in front of me.”
Her chin lifted. “Why? Because it makes you want to f**k me more?”
“Because it makes me want to rip his throat out.”
Her breath hitched. “Then do something about it.”
I slammed my palm beside her head. Caged her in.
“I’m trying not to.”
She grabbed my shirt. Yanked me closer. Our mouths were an inch apart.
“Then stop trying.”
Our lips almost touched.
Then voices outside.
Footsteps.
Elena’s voice. Bright. Calling my name.
“Damien? Sofia? Are you two out here?”
We froze.
Sofia’s eyes went wide. Mine narrowed.
Elena was twenty feet away. Coming closer.
If she opened that door…
If she saw us like this, bodies pressed, breathing ragged, my erection digging into Sofia’s stomach…
Everything would end.
Right here.
Right now.
I shoved away from Sofia. Hard.
She stumbled. Caught herself.
I unlocked the door in one motion. Stepped out first. Blocked the view inside.
Elena rounded the corner. Smiling. Oblivious.
“There you are! I was looking for you both. The pack elders want a quick meeting before lunch.”
I forced my voice steady. “Of course.”
Sofia stepped out behind me. Face flushed. Lips swollen even though we hadn’t kissed. Hair mussed.
Elena frowned slightly. “Everything okay?”
“Fine,” I said.
Sofia’s voice was too bright. “Just… talking strategy.”
Elena laughed. “Well, come on then.”
She turned to walk back.
Sofia looked at me once. Eyes blazing.
This wasn’t over.
It was barely started.
And the next time we were alone…
I wasn’t sure I could stop myself.
Not anymore.
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