Chapter 2
CHAPTER TWO
Titan
The moment she crashes into my chest, something primal breaks loose inside me.
I’ve gone five years without touching a woman—five years of self-imposed exile on this mountain—but one look at her soft, curvy body in that torn sundress and I know.
Mine. The thought pounds through my blood like a war drum.
Mine to protect. Mine to breed. Mine to keep.
The beast I’ve kept chained since Afghanistan snaps free, and I don’t try to fight it.
Not when the universe has delivered this lush little woman straight into my arms while the world burns around us.
She’s so fucking soft. That’s my first coherent thought as I hold her.
Soft and round in all the places a woman should be—full breasts pressing against my torso, the curve of her hips straining against that flimsy excuse for a dress.
Her skin is pale cream dusted with soot, and I want to lick it clean.
I watch her eyes widen as she takes me in. I know what she sees—a beast, a monster, a man gone feral on this mountain. Good. I want her afraid. Fear will keep her alive in this fire. Fear will keep her from running.
But there’s something else in those big doe eyes, something that makes my cock stiffen against my buckskins. Recognition. Not of me, but of what I am to her. What we are to each other.
Then that fucking phone buzzes, and I see her expression shift. Conflict. Doubt. I won’t allow it.
“Time to go, little mama,” I growl, and before she can respond, I’ve thrown her over my shoulder like a sack of grain.
She squeaks in surprise, those soft thighs against my chest, that plump ass up by my face. I can’t resist. My palm comes down on the curve of her backside in a sharp slap that echoes even over the roaring fire. Her gasp shoots straight to my groin.
“Put me down!” she demands, but there’s no real fight in her voice. Her body is already submitting even if her mind hasn’t caught up.
I ignore her protests and stride away from the flames, taking paths no outsider knows exist, feeling her body bounce against me with every step.
The smoke thins as we approach the hidden valley where I’ve made my fortress.
Five years carving a kingdom no one can find.
Five years preparing for something I couldn’t name until now.
“Where are you taking me?” Her voice trembles, but I feel her hands gripping my back, not pushing away but holding on.
“Home,” is all I say.
When we reach the waterfall, I don’t slow down. I march straight through the curtain of water, feeling her flinch and cling tighter as the spray hits us both. And then we‘re through, into the cool stone passage that leads to my fortress.
I’ve built this place with my bare hands—stone by stone, log by log.
Three stories carved into the mountainside, hidden behind the waterfall, with windows facing the valley that no one can see from outside.
Solar panels hidden in the trees power what little technology I still use. A fortress meant to keep the world out.
Now it will keep her in.
I set her down in the main room, watching as she takes in the massive stone fireplace, the heavy timber furniture, the furs covering the floors. Her eyes dart everywhere, looking for escape routes. Smart girl. There aren‘t any she could use.
“Please,” she whispers, backing away from me.
I stalk toward her, forcing her back until she hits the wall.
Before she can protest again, I drop to my knees before her.
Her eyes widen in confusion—she doesn’t understand yet that this is worship, not submission.
I grab the torn edges of her sundress and rip it clean down the middle, exposing her to me.
Her breasts spill out above a simple white bra, her stomach soft and perfect, her thighs trembling in lacy panties already damp at the center.
“Oh God,” she gasps, hands coming up to cover herself.
I capture both wrists in one hand and pin them above her head. “God’s not here, little mama. Just me.”
With my free hand, I tear away her panties in one smooth motion, exposing her pussy to my hungry gaze. She’s pink and perfect and already glistening. Virgin. I can tell just by looking. Something dark and possessive roars inside me at the knowledge.
“What are you—“ her question turns into a shocked moan as I bury my face between her thighs.
I devour her like a starving man, which is exactly what I am.
Five years of hunger unleashed on her sweet cunt.
My tongue parts her folds roughly, finding her clit and circling it while she writhes against the wall.
Her thighs try to close, but my shoulders keep them spread wide.
She’s trapped, splayed open for my feast.
“Please, I don’t even know your name,” she whimpers, even as her hips begin to rock against my mouth.
I pull back just long enough to growl, “Titan,” before returning to my meal.
I suck her clit between my lips and feel her whole body jerk. Her hands are still pinned, but she‘s not fighting anymore. Instead, she’s pushing her pussy harder against my face, chasing something she probably hasn’t even given herself before.
Against her swollen clit, I repeat my vow, making sure each word vibrates through her most sensitive flesh.
“You’re never leaving this land. You’re mine now, little mama.
I’m gonna keep you stuffed full of my cock and my seed every single day until your belly stays round and swollen with my babies year after year. ”
She comes with a startled cry, her virgin cunt pulsing against my tongue, her body arching off the wall. I drink down every drop of her release, feeling victorious as her legs give out and I‘m the only thing keeping her upright.
While she’s still shuddering through the aftershocks, I stand and free my cock from my buckskins. Her eyes go wide at the sight—I know what I’m packing. Fear and fascination war on her flushed face.
“That won’t fit,” she whispers, shaking her head.
“It will,” I promise darkly. “You’ll stretch for me.”
In one motion, I lift her, guide my cock to her entrance, and thrust upward, breaking through her virgin barrier in a single brutal push. Her scream echoes off the stone walls as I bury myself to the hilt inside her. So tight. So fucking perfect.
“There,” I growl against her neck as tears leak from her eyes. “Now you’re mine.”
I don‘t wait for her to adjust. I can’t.
The beast is in control now, and he needs to claim, to mark, to breed.
I fuck her hard against the wall, each thrust lifting her off the ground, her soft breasts bouncing with the impact.
Her arms wrap around my neck, holding on for dear life as I pound into her newly opened channel.
“Hurts,” she gasps, but her pussy grips me like a vise, already growing wetter around my invasion.
“Only at first,” I promise, slowing just enough to grind my pubic bone against her clit. “Then you‘ll beg for it.”
As if to prove my point, her inner muscles clench around me and a moan escapes her lips. I capture that sound with my mouth, kissing her deeply as I resume my punishing pace. Her taste—sweet and innocent—fills my senses, making the beast howl with satisfaction.
It doesn’t take long for my release to build. Five years without a woman, and now the perfect one wrapped around my cock. When I feel the pressure mounting at the base of my spine, I don’t pull out. Instead, I push deeper, making sure I’m buried as far inside her as possible.
“Taking my cum,” I growl against her ear. “Every fucking drop.”
I explode inside her, pumping her full of my seed, feeling it overflow and run down her thighs in thick rivers. The sensation of marking her from the inside triggers something in her, and she comes again, her pussy milking my cock for every last drop.
As we both come down from the high, I keep her pinned to the wall, my cock still buried inside her. I won’t let a single drop escape if I can help it. My hand slides between our bodies to press against her lower belly, feeling the slight distension where I‘m still lodged inside.
“First load of many,” I tell her, watching her eyes flutter as aftershocks roll through her. “Won’t stop until you’re swollen with my baby.”
That’s when I notice her eyes drift toward her phone on the floor where it fell during our frenzy. Something like guilt flashes across her face, and I feel her inner muscles clench nervously around me.
I turn her face back to mine with one finger under her chin. “Forget the outside world. It doesn’t exist anymore. Just you and me and the babies we’re going to make.”
She shivers in my arms, but doesn’t argue. Good. She’s learning already.
Without pulling out, I carry her to my bed of furs in front of the fireplace. I’ll keep her here, safe from the fire raging outside, filled with my cock and my cum until she forgets anything but me ever existed. The messages on that phone don’t matter.
She’s mine now. And I protect what’s mine.