Chapter 2

Chloe’s POV

I woke up past noon.

I hadn’t slept. Not really.

The scorching heat of his body pressed against my back and that single breath dragging across the nape of my neck had stuck to me all night like a filthy dream that wouldn’t let go.

Sophie dragged Victor down to the lake in a bikini.

I used cooking as an excuse and hid at the campsite. I couldn’t look him in the eye.

I was terrified one glance would give away everything from last night.

I stood behind the tent chopping meat. Sophie’s laughter floated up from the water, but my head kept replaying the wet sounds of them fucking and the way the soft heat between my legs had been dripping.

The knife grew unsteady in my hand.

“Shit—”

The blade sliced open the tip of my left index finger. Blood welled and dripped onto the cutting board.

My half-wolf healing was almost useless; the cut stayed open. I scrambled for water, but a huge shadow fell over me without a single footstep.

Victor stood there in nothing but black swim trunks, lake water still sliding down the hard lines of his chest and abs.

He caught my wrist from behind.

“You’re bleeding.” His voice was low and rough.

I flinched hard. “I can handle it.”

He ignored me. He lowered his head and took my bleeding finger into his mouth.

Hot, wet heat closed around the cut. His rough tongue dragged hard over the wound, sucking, scraping with the edge of a canine.

The healing enzyme took the sting away, but the new sensation shot straight down my spine and settled between my legs.

The soft, wet sounds of him sucking filled the air. My face burned. My knees went soft.

“Your blood is sweet.” He released my finger. The cut was already gone.

I could only press my back against the rock. “Thanks for… healing me. I should get back to the meat.”

“Last night,” he stepped in, pinning me between the stone and the solid wall of his chest, “you were awake the whole time.”

Not a question.

My face went white. “I was dead asleep. I didn’t hear anything.”

“Is that so?” A low, dark laugh.

The next second his hand shoved into my shorts, yanked my panties aside, and two rough fingers pressed straight against my already soaked entrance.

I bit down hard on my lip. Sophie was only a few dozen meters away. I couldn’t make a sound.

“If you were asleep, why are you this wet?” His fingers slid through the thick, sweet slick, grinding deliberately over the soft folds.

“Let go.” I shoved at him. But Alpha pheromones flooded my nose and my thin wolf blood lit up like dry tinder.

My body turned traitor. More wetness spilled out, coating his fingers until they were slippery.

The empty ache in my belly grew sharper by the second.

“Your body is more honest than your mouth.” His eyes had gone full gold.

He spun me around, dragged my shorts and panties down, and forced me to bend over the scorching rock.

Something thick and burning hard pressed against my dripping heat through the thin fabric of his trunks.

He didn’t push in. He just dragged that heavy length up and down, grinding the rough material over that most sensitive spot and the open, wet entrance.

Lake water, sweat, and my own juices mixed and ran down my thighs, making filthy wet sounds with every stroke.

He kept me pinned to the stone while the pleasure kept exploding in waves. The shame was so thick I almost cursed out loud.

“Last night, while I was fucking Sophie until she cried, you already had your fingers inside yourself, soaking wet for me, didn’t you?”

He bit my ear, breath hot against the back of my neck. “Those short fingers enough for you? Or are you dying for me to pin you to this rock and fuck you open right now?”

“Shut up…” My voice broke.

My hips moved without permission, pushing back against the hard length of him. My entrance kept clenching, desperate to be filled.

I hated myself for it, but my body was terrifyingly honest.

He shoved the front of his trunks down. The thick, burning tip of his length pressed against my entrance, less than half an inch away.

Just the tip pushed the soft folds open and the stretch made me arch, a broken sound slipping out.

I almost swore—half from the fear of being caught, half from how badly I wanted him to shove the rest of the way in.

Right as he started to sink deeper—

“Victor! Babe, where are you? The water’s freezing!”

Sophie’s voice carried clear across the clearing.

Victor froze. The tip of his thickness stayed locked right at my entrance, neither in nor out.

My whole body locked up. If she walked over now she would see everything. Fear drowned out everything else.

He ground the tip hard against my most sensitive spot once more, hard enough that I nearly screamed, then pulled away without mercy and yanked my soaked shorts back up.

“Keep yourself exactly like this.” His voice was low and vicious against my ear.

“I’ll check tonight. If you dare dry out, I’ll fuck you until you can’t walk—right in front of Sophie.”

He turned and walked toward the lake, leaving me collapsed against the rock.

My legs shook so hard I could barely stand. My empty, aching heat throbbed and more slick kept dripping down my thighs.

I covered my face with both hands and had no idea what the hell I was supposed to do next.