MARKED BY MY STEPBROTHER

Chapter nineteen

Sophie’s POV

The ride in the van was one hell of a nightmare. My hands were tied behind my back with cuffs that had been laced with silver and they f*****g burned my wrists. Lucas was in a secured carrier beside me, thankfully quiet now after I managed to calm him with what little golden energy I had left. Across from me, Damon was lying down unconscious, still completely naked, his powerful body covered in cuts and bruises. Every bump in the road made my sore, well-f****d p***y ache with the reminder of how many times he’d knotted me in the last twenty-four hours. I wondered if the driver was doing it on purpose to get me horny all over again. But I changed my mind and removed the thought from my head. There was just no way that he could know much about that. I was just feeling things on my own.

Which was completely unbelievable. Someone might call me a slut or something similarly worse but I really didn't care. It was a necessary evil, to say the least.

I hated how much I still wanted him even now.

We arrived at what looked like an old military bunker hidden deep in the mountains, and something told me that it was Victor’s other compound. Cold concrete walls, heavy metal doors, and the faint smell of silver and chemicals in the air.

They dragged Damon away first. I screamed and fought as two guards carried him down a different hallway, his head hanging lifelessly.

I knew that he wasn't dead but seeing him like that, after all that he had done for me and Lucas earlier, I just could not bear the pain. This shouldn't be happening at all. It shouldn't.

“Damon!” I cried out.

Victor limped up to me, and grabbed my chin in a rough manner. “Be a good girl and cooperate. You’ll see him again soon enough. After all, you still need to be bred.”

Seraphina, wearing my mother’s face as if it was a stolen mask, took Lucas from the guard. My heart nearly stopped.

“Please,” I begged, my voice breaking. “Don’t hurt him.”

She smiled softly, and ran a finger over his cheek. “Why would I think of something that wrong? He is my blood. He will be raised as the perfect Alpha. You should be grateful.”

They separated us. I was taken to a luxurious suite that had no windows making it look more like a gilded cage. A large bed took up most of the space in the room, along with a nursery corner that had clearly been prepared in advance. They even had clothes for me, silk nightgowns and lingerie that left almost nothing to the imagination. Completely see through, if you know what I mean.

I was stripped, showered by cold female attendants, scrubbed until I was pink and dressed in a sheer black slip that barely covered my ass. My breasts were heavy and leaking, my p***y still tender.

Hours later, the door opened.

Damon was pushed inside, freshly showered but wearing only a pair of low-slung black sweatpants. His silver eyes immediately found me, and they darkened with a mix of relief and hunger.

The door slammed and locked behind him.

We stared at each other for one charged second.

Then he crossed the room in three strides and crushed me against his chest. His mouth claimed mine in a desperate, bruising kiss. His hands roamed greedily, squeezing my ass, cupping my breasts, sliding between my legs to find me already wet again.

“Sophie,” he growled against my lips. “Thank f**k you’re okay.”

He lifted me, carrying me to the bed and laying me down gently. Lucas was sleeping safely in the nursery crib a few feet away, shielded by some kind of protective ward. I wouldn't know much about protective wards. It was still very new to me.

Damon crawled over me, kissing down my neck, sucking hard on my claiming mark. “I need you,” he said to me. “Right now.”

He didn’t wait. He shoved the silk slip up to my waist and buried his face between my thighs, devouring my p***y with long, hungry strokes of his tongue. I moaned loudly, my fingers in his hair as he licked and sucked, cleaning me of our earlier mess while driving me toward another orgasm.

“Damon, oh god..”

He climbed up my body and thrust into me in one smooth, deep stroke. We both groaned at the feeling. He f****d me hard and fast, the bed creaking beneath us, his heavy balls slapping against me.

“Quiet,” he said, covering my mouth with his hand. “They’re probably listening. But I need this p***y. Need to remind you who you belong to.”

I came hard around him, biting his palm to stay quiet. He followed soon after, knotting me again as he pumped me full.

We stayed locked together, breathing heavily.

“They want to use us,” I whispered. “Breed me over and over. Raise Lucas as their weapon.”

“They can try. But I’m getting us out of here. Tonight.” And with the look in his eyes, I knew that he had made a promise. To me, to us. And he would try with everything that he had to keep that very promise he had just made.

He kissed me again, slower this time, his knot still pulsing inside of me.

But then the speakers in the room came alive

Victor’s voice filled the space, cold and amused.

“Enjoying your reunion? Good. Because in one hour, we begin the official breeding program. The entire council will be watching. Try to put on a good show, children.”

Damon snarled, hips involuntarily snapping forward, driving his knot deeper.

I looked at him, fear and desperate need combusting inside of me.

With what Victor has just said, I knew that one thing could be certain. We weren’t escaping tonight.

Not yet.