MARKED BY MY STEPBROTHER

Chapter Seventeen

Sophie's POV

You must have heard the saying 'Darkness swallowed us whole' a couple of times.

People use that in a figurative manner, but for us, this was real. It actually happened literally.

The jaws of the huge shadowy wolf closed around us, and suddenly we were no longer falling. We were inside, floating in a vast void of golden and black energy. There was power in the air around us. My skin tingled as if electricity danced across every nerve.

I clutched our newborn son tightly to my chest with one arm while Damon’s strong arms wrapped around both of us. His naked body was pressed against mine, protective even in this impossible place.

Then, just as suddenly as it began, the pressure vanished and we were spat out.

We crashed hard onto the forest floor outside the mountain, where we were back to be surrounded by broken trees and moonlight.

We heard the dying roar echo from deep underground before cutting off completely. The mountain gave one final violent shake, then fell silent.

I lay there gasping for breath, naked, covered in sweat, blood, and c*m. Our baby was still glowing softly in my arms, healthy and strong. Damon rolled over, pulling me against his chest, his large hand covering my lower belly as if protecting what we’d just been through.

“We’re out..” he said, as if surprised that something like this was even possible. “We actually made it out.”

He kissed me deeply, desperate and relieved, his tongue claiming my mouth while his hand slid between my legs, fingers pushing into my still-leaking p***y. Even exhausted, the bond pulled us together. But before we could lose ourselves again, we heard howls rise in the night. Those were Victor’s remaining wolves searching for us.

“We can’t stay here,” Damon said, helping me up. He tore off part of his ruined shirt to wrap our son in, then lifted me into his arms. “The mansion. We go back, get supplies, and run.”

Two Hours Later, Blackthorn Mansion

The mansion was very quiet when we slipped in through the basement tunnel. Most of Victor’s loyal wolves were either dead or scattered after the mountain’s collapse. Damon carried me straight to his bedroom, and barricaded the door behind us.

I was still shaking as he laid me gently on his massive bed. Our son, who we decided to name Lucas, was sleeping peacefully in a makeshift bassinet beside us, exhausted from using so much power.

Damon disappeared into the bathroom and returned with warm towels and water. He cleaned me carefully, his touch surprisingly gentle after everything we’d been through. But as he wiped between my thighs, his silver eyes went dark with renewed hunger.

“You’re still full of me,” he murmured, voice low and rough. He pushed two thick fingers inside my sore p***y, slowly f*****g me with them while watching my face. “So f*****g wet and swollen. My perfect little stepsister.”

I moaned softly, hips rolling against his hand despite how exhausted I was.

“Damon, we need to leave soon. Victor might still be alive.”

“I know.” He climbed onto the bed, and spread my legs wide. “But I need to be inside you one more time before we run. Need to remind you who you belong to.”

And I didn't refuse him. There was nothing in me that said I should even think about refusing him.

He pushed his thick c**k back into me. I gasped as I arched my back. Even after birth, he stretched me so perfectly. He f****d me slow and deep, enjoying every thrust, his mouth on my neck, sucking fresh marks over the old ones.

“Mine,” he said against my skin. “My mate, my Luna, my wife in everything but name.”

I came quietly this time, trembling beneath him as he knotted me again, filling me with another load. We stayed locked together, his body covering mine.

For a few peaceful minutes, it felt like we might actually get away.

Then I heard it.

The sound of multiple cars pulling up outside. Doors slamming, heavy footsteps on the gravel, like it was a siege.

Damon looked to the window and his body tensed above me, knot still buried deep.

“f**k,” he whispered.

I looked over his shoulder through the window and my blood ran cold.

Victor was alive.

He stood in the driveway, badly burned and limping, but still very much breathing. Behind him were at least twenty wolves, some I recognized from the pack, others I didn’t. And standing right beside him, looking unharmed and coldly beautiful, was a woman who looked exactly like the photos of my mother.

But older and older.

Seraphina, or whatever was left of her, had found a new body.

Victor looked straight up at Damon’s window, as if he could see us, and smiled.

“Damon! Sophie!” he called out, and we could easily hear his voice through the glass. “We know you're in there. So why don't you come out and bring my grandson? We have a lot to discuss about the future of this family.”

I was really hoping that they would kill themselves in that brutal fight anyway. Somthatbwe wouldn't have any more issues trying to avoid them. But it seemed that they had found a way to strike some truce amidst their war.

Bad luck for us.

Damon’s knot finally released. He pulled out of me and stood, naked and filled with Alpha energy.

“Stay here with Lucas,” he said, grabbing pants and a shirt. “If I’m not back in ten minutes, run through the forest and don’t look back.”

He kissed me hard, then dropped a kiss our son’s forehead.

As he reached the bedroom door, Victor’s voice rang out again, loud and mocking:

“Oh, and Sophie? Your mother wants to meet her daughter, and her new grandson. And guess what? She is very eager to hold him.”