The sirens cut through the night like a blade.
I jolt awake on the worn couch. My heart hammers against my ribs. Hard. Fast. Terrified.
Colt’s arm is heavy across my waist. His breathing is slow. Steady. Deep sleep.
But I’m awake.
Footsteps crunch on gravel outside. Heavy boots. Flashlight beam sweeps the dusty window.
“Colt?” I whisper. Voice shaking.
His grip tightens. Instantly.
His eyes open. Dark. Alert. Alpha.
“What is it?” he murmurs. Voice rough with sleep.
“Police,” I breathe. “They’re coming. My parents… they must’ve filed a missing persons report. They sent the law.”
His jaw clenches. Hard.
He sits up. Muscles tense. The mattress groans under his weight.
“They sent the law after my girl,” he growls. Low. Dangerous.
I shrink back. Against my will. “I didn’t mean to cause trouble. I just got lost. I never meant to—”
“Shut up.” His hand cups my jaw. Thumb strokes my bottom lip. Rough. Reassuring. “You’re safe with me. You hear that? Safe. No one takes you from me.”
The bell jingles.
The front door swings open.
I flinch. Heart in my throat.
A shadow fills the doorway. Uniform crisp. Cap pulled low. Flashlight beam cuts the dark.
“Evening,” the cop says. Voice bored. Professional. “Looking for a girl. Mid-twenties. Blonde. Went missing near Route 9. Family’s worried.”
Colt steps between him and the back hallway.
Broad. Immovable. Built like a wall.
“This is private property,” Colt says. Voice like gravel. “You want something, you ask me. You don’t walk in here.”
The cop’s eyes narrow. Scan the room. Land on me.
I pull the blanket tighter. Bare feet tucked under me. Naked beneath.
“I’m following a report,” the cop says. “Let me check the back. Just to be thorough.”
“She’s not here.”
“Sir, I’m going to need you to step aside.”
Colt doesn’t move.
“I’m warning you,” he says. Low. Final. “Turn around. Walk away. Or I’ll make you regret crossing my threshold.”
The cop steps forward. Reaches for Colt’s shoulder.
Colt moves faster.
Grabs the officer’s wrist. Twists. Hard.
A grunt. A stumble. The cop hits the doorframe.
Colt’s voice booms through the station.
“She’s not going anywhere. She’s mine. I’ll fuck you myself if I have to, but you’re leaving. Now.”
The cop hesitates. Looks at Colt’s stance. The raw, unapologetic ownership radiating off him. The way his eyes are black with promise.
He backs off. Hands up.
“Alright. I’ll check the road. Keep her safe, son.”
The bell jingles again. Boots fade. Engine starts. Tires crunch away.
Silence returns. Heavy. Thick.
I’m shaking. Against my will.
My nipples are hard. My thighs are slick. My pussy throbs.
The fear. The heat. The sheer fucking dominance of him. It short-circuits my brain. I’m terrified. And so fucking turned on.
Colt turns. His chest heaves. His eyes devour me.
“You terrified me,” I whisper.
“Good,” he growls. “Let it burn. Let it remind you where you belong.”
He grabs my hand. Drags me down the hall.
The back room door slams. Lock clicks.
Before I can speak, he has me against the wall. His mouth crashes onto mine. Fierce. Desperate. Tongue sliding deep. Tasting me like I’m oxygen.
I moan into his mouth. Fingers tangle in his hair. Pull him closer.
He breaks the kiss. Grinds his cock against my stomach through our clothes. Already hard. Already fucking me.
“You think I’m letting them take you?” he snarls. “After I claimed you? After I put my name on your skin? After I filled your pretty little pussy and promised you babies?”
I gasp. “Colt—”
“Say it,” he demands. Eyes dark. Pupils blown. “Say you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” I whimper. “Only yours. Always.”
He groans. Rough. Animal. “Fuck. Yes. That’s it. My girl. My wife. My mother.”
He strips me like he’s ripping off paint. Buttons fly. Jeans drop. I’m bare. Trembling.
He doesn’t hesitate. Hands my hips. Lifts me onto the desk. Wood groans. Papers slide.
“Spread,” he orders.
I obey. Legs open. He yanks my panties down. Kicks them away.
His eyes devour me. Dark. Hungry. Reverent.
“Look at you,” he breathes. “So wet. So fucking perfect for me.”
He pushes inside in one ruthless thrust.
I cry out. Back arches. Fingers claw at the wood.
He’s huge. Stretching me. Filling me completely. Bottoming out deep in my womb.
“Mine,” he grits out. “Every inch. Every drop. You’re carrying my child now. You feel it? You feel how deep I am?”
I sob. Nod. “Yes. Daddy. So deep. It’s so much.”
He grips my thighs. Drives hard. Fast. Relentless.
The desk shakes. My head falls back. Neck strains.
“You don’t leave,” he pants against my neck. Bites down. Hard enough to mark. “You stay. You breed. You carry my son or my daughter. You’re stuck with me. Forever.”
“Yes,” I beg. “Please. Fill me. Claim me. I want it. I need it.”
He roars. Thrusts harder. Deeper. Cock battering my cervix. Swelling my pussy. Stretching me open.
“Gonna pump you full,” he growls. “Gonna drown your womb in my cum. Make sure you’re never empty again. Never need anyone else.”
I’m close. So close. His pace is brutal. Perfect. Hitting that spot over and over.
“Let go,” he orders. “Cum for me. Let my boy inside.”
I shatter. Screaming his name. Pussy clamping down. Waves of pleasure rippling through me.
He follows. Groans like a wounded beast. Hips stutter. Buries himself to the hilt.
Hot. Thick. Pumping.
“Take it,” he commands. “Every drop. Swallow it down. Get pregnant. Carry it. Be mine.”
I sob. Nod. Cling to him. Feel the heat flood my belly. Feel him pulse. Claim me.
He stays buried. Chest heaving. Breathing ragged against my ear.
“Mine,” he whispers. “Always mine.”
I don’t move. Can’t move.
He’s still inside me. Still hard. Still claiming.
But it’s enough. It’s everything.
He finally pulls out. Slow. Reluctant. A string of cum leaks from my stretched pussy. Drips onto the wood.
He looks at it. Smiles. Dark. Satisfied.
“Gonna make you a mother,” he murmurs. “You’re going to glow. You’re going to swell. And I’m going to watch every day. Every kick. Every breath.”
I reach up. Touch his jaw. “I’m not leaving. I told you. I’m yours.”
He cups my face. Thumbs my cheek. Eyes softening. Just for me.
“You’re already pregnant,” he says. Certainty. Finality. “I can feel it. My seed took. You’re carrying us.”
I cry. Happy. Overwhelmed. “Daddy…”
“Shh.” He pulls me down. Kisses my forehead. My lips. My neck. “Rest now. My girl. My wife. My queen.”
He carries me to the bed. Covers me. Tucks me against his chest.
One arm locks around my waist. Heavy. Possessive.
I’m safe. I’m wanted. I’m filled.
And somewhere deep inside me, something new is already growing.
He kisses my hair. “Sleep. I’ve got you. Always.”
I close my eyes. Smile.
Home.