Chapter 3

Maya’s POV

For the next ten days, Lucas found every possible reason to call me back to the main house.

“Need you to help with Ethan’s recovery exercises.”

“The pack’s getting restless about the Beta heir after border patrol. Come calm them down.”

Sometimes it was just a short text:

“Free tonight. Upstairs.”

I went every single time.

And every single time I chose dresses that would tear easier.

On the nights I knew he would call, I stopped wearing panties at all.

I hated myself for it.

But the second I stepped into the Vance main house, my body started getting wet on its own—like it had already learned how to open for him piece by piece.

The first time was in the small rest room right next to the medical wing.

He locked the door behind us. Said nothing. Just pressed down on my shoulders until my knees hit the floor. His thick, hard cock slapped against my cheek, heavy with pure Alpha scent.

“Open your mouth. Good girl. Swallow it.”

I shook my head once. “Lucas—don’t—”

My lips parted anyway.

He pushed in deep, all the way to the back of my throat until I gagged. One hand fisted in my hair and controlled the pace, the blunt head punching against my throat again and again until tears spilled down my face.

His other hand shoved under my dress. Three thick fingers drove into me without mercy—hot, soaking wet, so tight I could feel every knuckle. He curled them hard against that swollen spot inside and pulled out with a loud, filthy wet sound every single time.

“Fuck, you’re clenching so hard… Your boyfriend is right on the other side of that wall and you’re coming on my fingers. Tell me who made this pretty cunt this wet.”

“I… I can’t—” My voice cracked.

Then his fingers dragged over that spot again and my whole body broke. My legs gave out. My hole fluttered and sucked at his fingers like it was starving. The orgasm hit so fast and so hard that clear fluid ran down his hand in thick streams.

He only pushed the head of his cock into my dripping entrance and held still, forcing me to stroke him with both hands until he came across my chest and collarbones. Hot, thick ropes painted my skin and slid down into the hollow of my throat, making me tremble.

“Next time you get this wet in front of him,” he said quietly, “I’ll knot you right where he can hear every sound.”

The most dangerous time was right outside Ethan’s door.

Mrs. Vance had gone to bed early. The house was silent. Lucas stopped me in the hallway, turned me around, and pressed me face-first against the closed door of the medical wing.

I wasn’t wearing anything underneath.

His fully hard cock slid between my soaked folds and the thick head started to push in.

“Quiet. He’s sleeping right behind this door and you’re about to take every inch of me against it. Good girl—spread your legs wider for me.”

Pleasure made my knees buckle. I was one thrust away from being completely filled when footsteps and a soft call floated up from downstairs.

“Lucas? Maya? Are you two still up there?”

He pulled out slowly. The wet sound of his cock leaving me was obscenely clear in the quiet hallway. Slick ran down the inside of my thighs.

He leaned in, lips brushing my ear, voice low and amused:

“Next time I won’t stop. So decide now, good girl—are you going to cry and beg me to knot you… or beg me not to let him hear?”

Then he walked downstairs like nothing had happened.

I stayed pressed against the door for a long moment, thighs shaking, cunt still fluttering around the empty space he left behind.Shame hit hard and fast.

I hated how wet I still was.

I hated that my body was already waiting for the next time he called.