Daddy’s wild girl

Chapter 14

The music and the raw sounds from the stage faded into nothing the second Collins’ hand closed around my wrist.

He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to.

One sharp tug and I was stumbling after him, my heels catching on the uneven floorboards as he dragged me through the crowd. People turned, eyes widening, but no one dared step in his way. His scent alone was enough to make even the boldest wolves shrink back — pure, dominant Alpha fury wrapped in cedar and storm.

I didn’t fight him. My body was already humming, p***y clenching around the memory of his fingers, my n*****s tight against the ruined dress.

We burst out the side door into the cool night. Collins didn’t stop. He kept walking, long strides eating up the distance, pulling me deeper into the trees until the lights and noise of the Old Mill were nothing but a distant throb behind us.

A small caretaker’s cabin appeared between the pines — old, isolated, clearly off-limits to students. He kicked the door open with one booted foot, the lock splintering like it was made of paper. Inside was nothing but a single room: a heavy wooden table, a narrow cot against the wall, and moonlight spilling through dusty windows.

He shoved me inside, slammed the door shut, and locked it with a decisive click.

The silence was deafening.

Collins stood there for a long moment, chest heaving, golden eyes burning into me like twin flames. Then he spoke, voice low and dangerous.

“What the f**k were you doing in there, Bella?”

I swallowed hard, backing up until my thighs hit the edge of the table.

“I… it was just a party. A stupid game—”

“A game?” He stalked closer, every step deliberate. “You let that pup put his mouth on my mark. You sat there while he f****d some b***h on stage like it was entertainment. You let the whole room smell you — smell us — while you wore that tiny red dress like you wanted them to look.”

His hand shot out, fingers wrapping around my throat, not squeezing, just holding. Possessing.

“Tell me the truth,” he growled, leaning in until his lips brushed mine. “Were you trying to make me jealous? Were you hoping I’d come drag you out like the desperate little w***e you are?”

Heat flooded my face. My thighs pressed together, slick already coating my inner thighs.

“Maybe,” I whispered, voice trembling. “Maybe I wanted you to remember I’m yours… even when you’re not here.”

Collins’ eyes flashed brighter. A dark, satisfied sound rumbled in his chest.

“Oh, I remember, baby girl. Every single second.”

He spun me around so fast the room blurred, bending me over the heavy wooden table. My breasts pressed against the cold wood, my ass up and exposed as he shoved the red dress up to my waist.

“No panties?” he snarled, sounding both furious and pleased. “You really did want to get f****d tonight, didn’t you?”

His belt hit the floor with a metallic clatter. Then his zipper. The thick, scorching length of his c**k slapped heavily against my ass.

“Answer me.”

“Yes,” I gasped, pushing back against him. “I wanted you. Only you. Please, Daddy—”

He didn’t make me beg twice.

Collins gripped my hips hard enough to bruise and slammed into me in one brutal, punishing thrust. The stretch burned perfectly — thick, deep, claiming every inch of me in a single stroke. I cried out, nails scraping the table as he bottomed out against my cervix.

“f**k— so tight,” he groaned, voice ragged. “Still so f*****g perfect for me.”

He didn’t give me time to adjust. He pulled back and drove in again, harder, setting a savage rhythm that had the table creaking and my breasts bouncing against the wood with every thrust.

The wet, filthy sound of his c**k pounding into my soaked p***y filled the small cabin. Skin slapped against skin. His balls smacked my c**t on every deep stroke.

“You think anyone else could ever f**k you like this?” he growled, one hand fisting in my hair, yanking my head back so he could speak directly into my ear. “You think that pup could stretch this greedy little cunt the way I do? Fill you until you’re leaking for days?”

“No— no, only you,” I sobbed, pushing back to meet every brutal thrust. “Only Daddy. Please— harder—”

He gave me exactly what I asked for.

Collins f****d me like he was trying to punish the entire academy for daring to look at me. Deep, punishing strokes that hit that perfect spot over and over until my vision whited out and my legs shook uncontrollably.

He reached around, fingers finding my swollen c**t and rubbing fast, vicious circles.

“Come for me,” he ordered, voice dark and absolute. “Come on your stepfather’s c**k like the filthy little mate you are.”

The orgasm tore through me so violently I screamed, walls clamping down around his thick length like a vice. My whole body seized, pleasure crashing over me in wave after wave.

Collins snarled, hips stuttering as he buried himself to the hilt and came hard — hot, thick ropes of c*m flooding deep inside me, so much it immediately started leaking out around his pistoning c**k.

He didn’t stop.

He kept f*****g me through both our orgasms, grinding deep, forcing every drop as far inside me as possible.

When he finally slowed, he stayed buried to the hilt, chest pressed to my back, breath hot against my neck.

“You’re not going back to that party,” he rasped, voice rough with lingering lust. “You’re staying right here until I’ve f****d every trace of that place off your skin.”

He pulled out just enough to flip me onto my back on the table, spreading my legs wide and looking down at the mess he’d made of me — swollen p***y dripping with his c*m, thighs trembling.

Collins smirked, dark and possessive, as he lined himself up again.

“Round two, little wolf. And this time… I’m knotting you until sunrise.”

He thrust back into me with a single, savage stroke, burying every thick inch to the hilt again. The table groaned under us as my back arched off the wood, a broken moan tearing from my throat.

Collins didn’t ease up. He f****d me like he was trying to carve his name into my soul — deep, punishing strokes that made my breasts bounce violently with every snap of his hips. His hands were everywhere, gripping, claiming, owning.

But he wasn’t done talking.

“You really thought you could sit in that circle,” he growled, voice rough and low, “wearing this slutty little red dress, letting that pathetic pup breathe on my mark?”

He grabbed the neckline of the dress with both hands and ripped downward in one violent motion. The thin fabric tore like paper, the sound sharp and satisfying in the quiet cabin. Cool air hit my bare breasts as he yanked the ruined material completely off my body, tossing the shredded red scraps to the floor.

“Look at you,” he snarled, eyes glowing molten gold as they raked over my naked, sweat-slick skin. “t**s out, p***y dripping my c*m, legs spread for your stepdaddy like the desperate little w***e you are.”

He leaned down, mouth latching onto one n****e, sucking hard enough to make me cry out. His teeth grazed the sensitive peak before he bit down, just sharp enough to send sparks straight to my c**t. Then he moved to the other breast, sucking and biting while his hips kept slamming into me, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing off the wooden walls.

“I should’ve dragged you out the second I saw you in that dress,” he rasped against my skin, voice vibrating through my chest. “Should’ve bent you over the hood of my car in the parking lot and f****d you right there so every wolf at that party could hear you screaming ‘Daddy’ while I filled you up.”

His hand slid between us, thumb finding my swollen c**t and rubbing tight, ruthless circles.

“Tell me,” he demanded, slowing his thrusts just enough to make me whine for more. “Tell me what you were thinking when Ethan put his mouth on you. Were you hoping he’d bite down? Hoping he’d try to take what’s mine?”

“No—” I gasped, hips bucking up to meet him. “I didn’t want him. I only want you. I was… I was trying to make you jealous. I wanted you to come for me. I wanted you to remind me who I belong to.”

A dark, satisfied chuckle rumbled in his chest. He straightened up, still buried deep inside me, and grabbed the waistband of what was left of my dress. With one brutal yank he tore the rest of it completely off, leaving me entirely naked on the table — legs spread wide, p***y stretched around his thick c**k, c*m already leaking out around where we were joined.

“Good girl,” he praised, voice dropping into that dangerous Alpha register that made my wolf melt. “At least you’re honest about being a needy little brat.”

He pulled out almost all the way, then slammed back in so hard the table legs scraped across the floor. I screamed, nails raking down his arms as he set a brutal new pace.

“You’re never wearing anything like that again without my permission,” he growled, one hand pinning my wrists above my head while the other squeezed my breast roughly, thumb flicking over the bitten n****e. “This body is mine. These t**s—” he pinched hard, making me whimper “—this tight little cunt—” he ground his hips in a slow circle, making sure I felt every inch “—every f*****g inch of you belongs to your Alpha stepdad. Say it.”

“It’s yours,” I sobbed, tears of overwhelming pleasure leaking from the corners of my eyes. “All of me is yours, Daddy. Only yours. No one else gets to touch me. No one else gets to f**k me. Please—please don’t stop—”

Collins’ eyes flashed brighter. He released my wrists only to grab my thighs, shoving them up and wider, folding me almost in half so he could drive even deeper.

“That’s right,” he snarled, pounding into me with short, devastating thrusts that hit my cervix on every stroke. “You’re my secret little breeding b***h. My filthy stepdaughter who begged her own father to ruin her virgin p***y and trigger her wolf. And now you’re going to take every drop of my c*m until it’s leaking out of you for days.”

He leaned down, mouth crashing against mine in a messy, dominating kiss — all teeth and tongue and raw hunger. When he pulled back, his lips brushed my ear.

“I drove four hours because I couldn’t stand the thought of you here without me. Couldn’t stand the thought of another male even smelling what’s mine. So now I’m going to f**k you until you can’t walk straight tomorrow. Until every wolf in that academy smells me so deep inside you they know better than to ever look at you again.”

His pace turned feral — hard, fast, relentless. The table banged against the wall with every thrust. My moans turned into broken sobs of pleasure as another orgasm built fast and vicious in my core.

“Collins—Daddy—I’m gonna come again—”

“Then come,” he commanded, voice dark and absolute. “Come on my c**k while I fill this greedy cunt up. Let me feel you milk every drop out of me.”

The orgasm slammed into me like a tidal wave. I screamed his name, walls clamping down around his thick length, pulsing and fluttering as white-hot pleasure ripped through every nerve. Collins roared, hips stuttering as he buried himself as deep as he could go and came hard — thick, hot jets of c*m flooding my womb, so much it immediately started leaking out around his c**k.

He didn’t pull out.

Instead, he stayed buried deep, grinding slow and deep while the last pulses of his release emptied into me. His forehead dropped to mine, breath ragged, golden eyes still glowing with possessive hunger.

“We’re not done,” he whispered, voice rough. “Not even close.”

He finally pulled out, only to flip me onto my stomach on the table, yanking my hips up so my ass was raised high. His c*m dripped down my thighs in thick white trails.

Collins slapped my ass hard enough to sting, then spread my cheeks, watching his own mess leak from my swollen, well-f****d p***y.

“Look at that pretty cunt,” he murmured, almost reverently. “So full of Daddy’s c*m already… and I’m about to give you more.”

He pushed back inside in one smooth glide, both of us groaning at the slick, messy heat.

“Tell me again who you belong to, Bella,” he demanded, starting to thrust slow and deep, savoring every inch. “Tell me while I f**k you raw.”

“You,” I moaned, pushing back to meet every stroke. “I belong to you, Daddy. My Alpha. My stepfather. My mate. Only you.”

His hand fisted in my hair, pulling my head back as he leaned over me, chest pressed to my back.

“Good girl,” he growled against my ear. “Now scream it for me while I knot this tight little p***y and breed you until sunrise.”

He slammed into me harder, the night stretching out ahead of us — nothing but the sound of our bodies colliding, his filthy words, and my broken, desperate moans as he claimed me over and over again in that isolated cabin.

Just him. Just me. Just the raw, undeniable truth of what we were.