“We have no additional room.”

  “It’s fine. I’ll take my wife home tonight. We’ll be back in the morning,” he said.

  Doctor Sanders shook his hand and he was careful of his strength so he didn’t crush her, which would be so easy to do.

  With Lucas following behind them, he walked Winter back to the truck, helping her into the passenger side and strapping her in. Lucas climbed into the back, and he got behind the wheel.

  “I don’t like leaving her,” Winter said.

  “It’s what we’ve got to go.” He could just leave the baby at the hospital. All of the contact information he’d filled in was fake.

  He didn’t like the sharp pain at the thought of never seeing Daphne again. Winter also won’t like it.

  Damn it, he was already turning into a fucking pussy when it came to this woman, and she was only a human.

  Gritting his teeth, he drove back to his home.

  No one spoke, and he was more than happy with the silence. He didn’t need any more bullshit from Lucas tonight. All he needed were his own thoughts and concerns tonight, not to deal with whatever shit his friend wanted to ask him.

  “We need to talk,” Lucas said as they arrived back at his house.

  “Not tonight.”

  “The pack is going to want answers.”

  “And until I’m ready, tell them to mind their own fucking business,” he said.

  Winter was already heading inside. She looked so damn cold.

  “Is she more than a fuck?” Lucas asked.

  “I’m not talking about this right now.”

  “The pack needs to come first.”

  “They always do, and I’m not going to stop that now. I’ll never do anything to harm the pack.” He turned his back on Lucas and headed inside to deal with Winter.

  She wasn’t downstairs, and he had no choice but to go upstairs. He found her in Daphne’s room.

  “I didn’t react soon enough, did I?” she asked. “I was too busy being concerned about your wildflowers and what they meant to even focus on her. She screamed so loud.”

  Rocko didn’t understand what her issues were. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight. He had no intention of letting her go.

  “I’ve got you.”

  “Are you going to kill me?”

  “No.”

  “I didn’t do as I was told.”

  “You did what you needed to for Daphne. I’m not going to kill you for that.”

  “One day you will though.” She covered her face with her hands and he hated to see her sobbing, but she gave way to the tears, and he didn’t stop her, only held her as she cried.

  “I’ve got you.”

  “You probably think I’m so weak.”

  “I don’t think that.”

  “I do. I don’t want to die.”

  “I’m not going to kill you.” He turned her around so her face pressed against his chest. He kissed her head, breathing her in, relishing the scent and feel of her wrapped around him.

  His cock began to stir, especially as her tears subsided.

  There was no child in the house. No baby to invade their space. She was sad, and he had the perfect solution for distraction.

  Grasping her chin, he tilted her head back.

  “What are you doing?”

  He slammed his lips down on hers and kissed her hard. He was doing what he should have done days ago.

  ****

  It was wrong of her to even respond. Winter’s nipples tightened and heat coiled between her thighs. Need flooded every single part of her. This was selfish. She shouldn’t be allowing herself to fall for him, but as he broke the kiss, trailing his lips down to her neck, she closed her eyes.

  She didn’t want to think. What he was doing to her stopped her from thinking.

  Wrapping her arms around him, she sank her fingers into his hair, gasping as he sucked on her pulse. Her pussy ached from the contact.

  His hands went down to her ass and she didn’t fight him as he lifted her up. She was a virgin, but she didn’t care. For one night, she just wanted to feel and to forget about everything. They were just two sexes. One man, one woman.

  He kicked open the door of his bedroom and outside, she heard the rain start to pick up. The unmistakable sound of thunder as it crashed and the shocking flash of light.

  “Tell me to stop, Winter, or I’m going to fuck you.”

  She wanted him to.

  She worked on his shirt, taking it out of his pants, and started to lift it over his head. He grabbed her shirt, but rather than preserve it, he tore it in two. His strength exposed her naked body to his gaze. He cupped her tits, and she cried out, feeling the pleasure rush through her entire body.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said. He pushed her breasts together and a gasp escaped her lips as he licked and sucked at her nipples. She watched him as his tongue danced across her flesh, setting her on fire, lighting a spark within her, a hunger more acute than anything she’d ever experienced.

  I want him naked.

  She grasped his belt and began to open it. His hands danced down her skin but she managed to take control, pull down his pants, followed by his boxer briefs, and paused. He was naked.

  His cock was big. Massive. Long and thick, it pulsed at the tip, like it wanted to be touched. An abundance of pre-cum leaked out of the tip. She didn’t know if that was normal for men and she didn’t care.

  He didn’t keep her on her knees for long.

  His strength never failed to surprise her as he pulled her up, tossing her onto the bed. He went for the belt at her hips and started to open it up.

  She didn’t fight him as he pulled the jeans off her body, throwing them across the room. Today had been the first day she’d worn the clothes she came to his home in. They’d been washed and she’d left them in her wardrobe.

  “Spread your legs,” he said.

  Staring into his eyes, she opened her thighs for him. No man had ever seen her or touched her. His fingers grazed from her knee, going inside her legs to cup her pussy. She gasped as he stroked between her slit.

  “You’re a virgin, right?” he asked.

  She nodded her head.

  “Good. I don’t want any man to know how sweet you smell or just how good you taste.”

  “Taste?”

  He moved between her thighs and in the next second, she felt his tongue stroking across her clit. The instant hit and pull of pleasure shook her to the core, but she didn’t stop aching for more, hungry for him, desperate.

  “Fuck!” She couldn’t help but scream as he sucked her clit into his mouth. He used his teeth to cause another bite of pain, soothing it out and then biting again. He licked and sucked at her nub at the same time as cupping her ass.

  She’d never been held in such a way before. She couldn’t think.

  Her orgasm took her completely by surprise as he licked and sucked at her flesh. He didn’t stop at one. He brought her to a second and this time, he moved up her body.

  “I know it’s going to hurt for you this first time, but I’m going to make it as good for you as I possibly can.” He cupped her cheek, smiling at her.

  She trusted him.

  Even as she tensed up when his cock stroked over her entrance, she wanted this and was more than ready to give herself to him. His gaze was on hers and she stared into his eyes that were brown with the barest hint of gray.

  She’d dreamed about him so much over the past couple of weeks. This was what she wanted. She wanted him. He was the first man she could ever see herself with.

  Reaching up, she cupped his cheek. “I’m ready.”

  And she was. Regardless of the pain. The only person she wanted was right here.

  He slammed in deep, tearing through her thin wall of innocent flesh, taking possession of her virginity as he sank inside her. Every inch of him filling her up, making her aware she had asked for this, wanted it.

  The pain intensified.

  The moment he was seated at the hilt within her, he stopped moving, holding himself perfectly still as she pulsed around him.

  Tears blurred her vision as she looked up at him.

  “I know it hurts.”

  “I didn’t expect it to hurt that much.”

  “I know, I’m sorry.” He kissed her cheek. He didn’t move.

  The pain was minimal and she waited. As she stared up at the ceiling, the tears subsided, and she ran her hands down his back.

  “Just wait.”

  She’d read a lot on a woman’s first time, and she knew it wasn’t going to be great. She kissed him. Holding on to the base of his neck, she kissed him hard and started to thrust up to meet him, wanting him, craving this moment, even with pain. She didn’t want him to stop.

  “Fuck, Winter. Do you have any idea what you do to me?”

  She didn’t have a clue, but right now, she didn’t care. All she wanted was to feel.

  He pulled out and slammed back inside. She whimpered but didn’t stop, lifting herself up, wanting him. He grabbed her hands, pinning them above the bed, and collapsed against her so she couldn’t move.

  She was no match for his strength. “What are you doing?” she asked.

  “I’m the one in charge. I want you to enjoy this.”

  “I don’t think I will.”

  “You will.” He put her hands around the bars of his bed. “Hold on to them and don’t let go.”

  She rolled her eyes and did as he asked, holding on to the bed. The tips of his fingers ran down her body, making her gasp as he stroked over her nipples then down to her waist. She closed her eyes, feeling the tug in her stomach as he pinched her nipples again.

  With his cock still deep inside her, she opened her eyes as she felt his fingers between her slit.

  “You’re going to come with my dick deep inside this pretty pussy.”

  She didn’t think it was possible, but he didn’t rush. He stroked her clit. Taking his sweet time, making her ache.

  The first stirrings of another orgasm took her completely by surprise as she came hard at his command. This time, he took over and started to rock within her. The pleasure intensified as her orgasm started to ebb away. The pain morphed into an intense pleasure and as he came, she felt the flood of his release as he filled her pussy.

  She’d done it. She had sex with her captor?

  “Can I let go of the bed now?” she asked.

  “Yes.” He’d collapsed over her and she made no move to shift him, liking the feel of his weight surrounding her. Running her hands up and down his body, she closed her eyes. It had been a long night and she felt incredibly heavy.

  He lifted up and she smiled at him.

  “You’re not a virgin anymore.”

  “I know.”

  “You know I won’t let you go now.”

  “I know. You’ll kill me first.”

  “You need to stop this crap about my killing you. It’s not going to happen.”

  She stifled a yawn and he sighed.

  “I’ll clean you up.”

  She didn’t know what he meant by that. Winter watched him as he walked into the bathroom. The curve of his ass, and at his hip, she noticed a birthmark shaped like a half-moon.

  He returned seconds later, carrying a cloth, and she was too tired to care as he cleaned between her thighs. He took care of her.

  In the morning, she had no doubt the harsh reality of what she’d done would appear and she’d have no choice but to deal with it. Until then, she was going to enjoy the short sense of freedom in giving herself to a man she really was attracted to and wanted more than anything.

  Rocko wouldn’t remain hers. There was no future here.

  He wouldn’t be the love of her life any more than he’d be hers. She wouldn’t allow herself to think about the pain of what that meant.

  Finally, sleep claimed her.

  Chapter Seven

  One week later

  Winter had done everything to avoid him. Daphne was safe and well. The fever had broken at the hospital and they’d been happy enough with her recovery for them to take her home. Winter had snuck out of his bed the morning after their first time, and he’d been awake. He hadn’t stopped her and now as he brought the axe back down on more wood, he was pissed off at himself for not stopping her.

  In the past week, he’d had to deal with his pack. His men weren’t happy with him taking care of a human baby or having one as a nanny. They wanted Winter out of his home, but he’d told them he’d made the decision as the alpha, and they were not to interfere. He didn’t give a fuck if they were happy or not. It wasn’t like his decision had resulted in any long-term happiness for him, fucking far from it.

  Winter was with Daphne all the time. At night, she slept in her room and he wasn’t big enough of a bastard to stop her from caring.

  “Back to the wood chopping again.” Lucas appeared in front of him.

  “It’s good for the muscles,” he said.

  “What’s going on?”

  “You tell me. Does the pack want my blood?”

  Lucas chuckled. “Not from the last time I checked. You’ve got a lot of jealous women who want to know what the human’s got that they haven’t.”

  “I’m not interested in them.”

  “I told them she’s more interested in you than running the pack. We all know any wolf female who catches your eye is hoping for a place at your side,” Lucas said. “Speaking of humans, how is yours?”

  He didn’t say a word as he brought the axe back down and sliced through a thick piece.

  “That bad, huh?”

  He chopped up another slice of wood.

  “I don’t suppose you’ve told her about the baby?”

  Again, more silence.

  “I know you consider yourself a badass alpha, and I really do appreciate it. We all do, but you’ve got to start seeing the value of actually talking. It’ll be good for you,” Lucas said. “I’m a friend, here. I haven’t come as a beta or to try to convince you to get rid of the woman or the baby.”

  He finished slicing through the wood and looked at Lucas. “Winter won’t talk to me right now.”

  “Why not?”

  “We had sex. I was her first. Then we dealt with Daphne. End of discussion.”

  “And your dick is wanting to take her out for another test drive.”

  “I don’t talk about this with anyone,” Rocko said.

  “I’m getting the sense you’re not used to women, Rocko.”

  “I’ve had my fair share of women, Lucas. Be careful.” He grabbed another piece of wood, lifted the axe, and brought it down.

  “You’re the one who’s having women trouble, not me.”

  “Have you ever been with a virgin?” he asked.

  “No.”

  “Then you can’t help me.” He’d finished chopping wood. He was bored and needed to clear his head, so he made his way toward the perimeter.

  “If you want my advice, I’d say you need to get home early enough to spend time with Daphne and in turn, Winter.”

  “I didn’t ask for your advice.”

  “I’m going to give it regardless. Winter clearly loves Daphne. You can see it. She was willing to be shot at to protect her. That’s your way into Winter’s heart.”

  “I’m not wanting her to fall in love with me,” he said.

  “So it’s the sex you want.”

  Rocko paused, tensed up. The scent in the air was different.

  Lucas stopped talking.

  Slowly, he edged toward the clearing.

  The fence showed no signs of being tampered with, but he smelled something.

  “Call ahead to the security feeds. I want to see the footage for the last twenty-four hours.” He checked the trees and saw the cameras were working.

  Lucas was already on it.

  Rocko breathed in the scent. It was male and human.

  “They’re ready,” Lucas said.

  Heading back to the main town, he ignored the glares of his men and the looks from the women as he entered the security building. No one acknowledged him as he made his way to the main floor, and there was Brian. He bowed his head, showing his respect.

  He turned to Lucas. “I want you to alert the men who have shown me disrespect. From this point onward, I will see any signs as a direct challenge, and I will fight every single one of them.”

  “On it.”

  He sat in the main chair as Brian sat down beside him. “Who manned this desk over the last twenty-four hours?” he asked.

  “I’ve got the logs. I can check.”

  “Do it.”

  He found the camera he was searching for. Twenty-four hours, he slowly began to forward the footage, paying close attention to the feed as Brian pulled up the relevant information.

  “I would really appreciate it if you would be at my and Amber’s wedding,” Brian said.

  “I’ll be there.”

  Brian cleared his throat.

  Rocko focused on the screen. “Speak clearly, Brian. I’m not in the habit of playing guessing games. Tell me what it is you want, and I will see if I can fix it.”

  “I know some of the pack do not agree to what you’ve done, taking in a human female, and then of course using a nanny from one of our captives, but I would like for you to invite them.”

  Rocko paused and looked over at Brian. “She isn’t my mate.”

  “But she’s important to you. You’re protecting her from her own and from the pack. A wedding is a good place to show your intentions.”

  “Brian, my intention with the nanny is to fuck her. She won’t be my mate.”

  “Still, what about your daughter? Daphne, I believe her name is. I just want to say that I think it’s a good thing. I was worried you had no compassion in you.”

  “You’re worried that I’m not weak enough?” Rocko asked.

  “Compassion isn’t a weakness. Amber has taught me that emotions and feelings are not weaknesses. They make us better men.”

  “If I decide to allow Winter and Daphne to be at the wedding, you’ll see them.” He returned his attention to the screen and found what he was looking for. “There.”

  “I count three,” Brian said.

  “Five. There are five men.”

  Each angle of the perimeter had two cameras trained at possible entrance points. The second camera showed what the first one didn’t.

 

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