Chapter 7: Burn And Kill For You
1091 Words
DAMIEN
The wolf landed heavy on the balcony stone, claws scraping sparks, lips peeled back from yellowed fangs. Its eyes were cold, calculating and locked straight on Sofia behind me.
My shift ripped through me in seconds. Bones cracked and reformed.
Fur exploded across skin. Muscles swelled, power surging hot and violent.
I hit all fours as a massive black wolf, bigger than the intruder, teeth bared in a snarl that vibrated the air.
Sofia gasped. Her scent spiked to fear, yes, but underneath it the sharp, unmistakable rush of slick.
Even now. Even with death inches away. Her body still responded to me like this: dominant, lethal, protecting her.
The Reyes wolf lunged.
I met it mid-air. Jaws clamped around its throat. One hard twist and hot blood sprayed across my muzzle. The body dropped limp. I spat it over the railing.
Two more wolves cleared the wall. One gray, one scarred brown. They split, gray coming straight for me, brown circling toward Sofia.
I roared. The sound shook the balcony.
Sofia backed up until her shoulders hit the glass doors. Her eyes were wide, chest heaving, but she didn’t scream. Didn’t run. She just stared at me, my wolf form, lips parted, pupils blown so dark they swallowed the color.
The gray wolf charged.
I slammed into it shoulder-first, sent it skidding across stone. Claws raked my flank—shallow, stinging—but I barely felt it. I pinned it down, teeth sinking into the soft spot under its jaw. Crunch. Gone.
The brown one was faster. Smarter. It feinted left, then darted right—straight for Sofia.
She moved before I could reach her.
Grabbed a heavy iron chair from the corner. Swung it like a bat.
The metal cracked against the wolf’s skull. It yelped, staggered.
I was on it in the next heartbeat. Tore into its side. Ripped. Blood soaked the stone. The wolf went still.
Silence fell. Broken only by distant gunfire and howls fading as our patrols pushed the rest back.
I shifted back—human again, naked, blood-streaked, chest heaving. The shift left me raw, every nerve exposed.
Sofia dropped the chair. It clanged loud.
She stared at me.
At the blood on my chest.
At the shallow claw marks already healing.
At my c**k—still half-hard from the fight, from her scent, from the bond screaming between us.
She took one step. Then another.
“Damien…”
I caught her before she reached me. Hands on her waist. Lifted her clean off the ground. Pressed her back against the cold glass doors.
Her legs wrapped around my hips instantly. Thighs squeezing. Heat of her p***y radiating through her leggings, right against my bare c**k.
“You’re bleeding,” she whispered. Fingers tracing the red lines on my ribs.
“Already healing.” My voice was rough. Wolf still close. “You hit that wolf with a f*****g chair.”
“Had to.” Her nails dug into my shoulders. “Couldn’t let it touch me. Only you get to touch me.”
The words snapped something.
I crushed my mouth to hers.
No almost this time. No hesitation.
I kissed her like I was starving. Tongue plunging deep, tasting her, claiming every inch of her mouth. She moaned into me—loud, desperate—hips grinding down against my c**k. Slick soaked through her leggings, coating my shaft.
I broke the kiss just long enough to growl against her throat. “You could have died.”
“But I didn’t.” She arched, offering her neck. “Because you protected me.”
My teeth grazed her pulse. Not biting. Not yet. Just enough to make her whimper.
“You’re shaking,” I said.
“From you.” Her hands fisted in my hair. Pulled me back to her mouth. “From wanting you so bad it hurts.”
I rocked into her. The head of my c**k nudged her c**t through the thin fabric. She cried out—sharp, needy.
“f**k, Sofia…” I ground harder. Felt her p***y flutter against me. “You’re drenched.”
“For you.” She bit my lower lip. Hard. “Always for you.”
I shoved one hand between us. Ripped the seam of her leggings open with claws that hadn’t fully retracted. Fabric tore. Cool air hit her bare cunt.
She gasped.
No panties.
Just slick, swollen folds. Dripping.
I slid two fingers inside her without warning. Tight. Hot. Virgin walls clenching like they were trying to pull me deeper.
She sobbed against my mouth. “Damien—please—”
I pumped once. Twice. Crooked my fingers. Found that spot.
Her whole body jerked. Head fell back against the glass. “Oh God—”
“Quiet,” I growled. “They’re still out there. Patrols. Carlos. Your mom could walk out any second.”
The thought should have stopped me.
It didn’t.
It made it hotter.
I worked her faster. Thumb circling her c**t. Fingers curling inside. Her slick coated my hand, dripped down my wrist.
She was panting now. Trying to be quiet. Failing.
“Gonna come,” she whimpered. “Gonna come all over your fingers while everyone’s fighting—”
“Do it,” I ordered. “Come for me. Right here. Where I just killed for you.”
Her p***y clamped down hard. Body bowed. A choked cry escaped her—muffled against my shoulder as she bit me to stay quiet.
She came apart. Hard. Wet. Shuddering. Slick gushed over my hand, down my thighs.
I didn’t stop. Kept stroking her through it until she was trembling, oversensitive, pushing weakly at my chest.
I pulled my fingers free. Brought them to my mouth. Licked them clean. Tasted her—sweet, tart, mine.
Her eyes fluttered open. Glassy. Ruined.
“You…” She swallowed. “You finally touched me.”
I pressed my forehead to hers. c**k throbbing against her still-pulsing cunt. “And I’m not stopping.”
But then—
Footsteps inside the house.
Close.
Carlos’s voice. Urgent. “Alpha! We’ve got the last of them down, but we need you in the command room—now!”
The balcony doors were right behind Sofia’s back.
Any second he could push through.
See us.
See me naked. Bloodied. Hard. Her leggings torn open. Legs wrapped around me. Face flushed from orgasm.
Everything would shatter.
I froze.
Sofia’s eyes met mine—wide, panicked, still hazy with pleasure.
We were seconds from being caught.
Completely.
Irreversibly.
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