Chapter 3
CHAPTER THREE
Melanie
I’ve lost track of how many days we’ve been trapped here behind the waterfall.
Three? Four? Time blurs when you’re being taken constantly, your body never allowed to forget the presence of the man who’s claimed you.
Titan hasn’t let me be empty since that first brutal thrust against the wall.
Even when he sleeps, he keeps himself buried inside me, his massive arm pinning me to his chest, his cock somehow still hard, still filling me so completely that I feel permanently stretched around him.
The worst part isn‘t the captivity—it’s how desperately my body has come to crave him.
“Good morning, little mama,” he rumbles against my ear, his morning voice even deeper than usual. I feel him harden further inside me, impossibly thick, and my treacherous body responds instantly, inner muscles clenching around him in welcome.
He chuckles, the sound vibrating through both our bodies. “Already hungry for more? Your greedy little pussy never gets enough, does it?”
I should protest. Should demand he let me go. Should scream about kidnapping and rape and all the crimes he’s committing. Instead, I push back against him, grinding myself onto his cock more fully, whimpering as he hits that spot so deep inside me that it feels like he’s touching my soul.
“That’s it,” he growls, rolling me onto my stomach and covering my body with his massive frame. “Show me how much you need it.”
The weight of him should be suffocating, but it feels like a security blanket—heavy and safe and right.
He begins to move, slow, deliberate thrusts that make me clutch at the furs beneath us.
His hand slides beneath me to cup my breast, thumb circling my nipple until I’m arching into his touch like a desperate cat.
“Please,” I hear myself beg, and I hate the neediness in my voice. What kind of woman begs her captor? What kind of kindergarten teacher becomes addicted to being bred like an animal?
One whose body has never known pleasure like this before. One who’s never been wanted so completely, so primitively.
He pulls out suddenly, leaving me empty and aching, and I actually sob at the loss.
“Shh,” he soothes, flipping me onto my back. “Just want to see your face when I fill you back up.”
Then he’s pushing inside again, his eyes locked on mine, watching every microexpression as he stretches me open.
I can’t hide anything from him—not the way my eyes roll back when he bottoms out, not the way my lips part in a silent scream of pleasure, not the way my hands clutch at his biceps as if I’m afraid he’ll stop.
“That’s my good girl,” he praises, leaning down to capture one of my nipples in his mouth. His beard scratches the sensitive skin of my breast, adding another layer of sensation that has me writhing beneath him.
When he comes, it’s with a roar against my skin, his release flooding me so completely that I feel it leaking out around his cock even though he’s still buried to the hilt. The sensation of being filled triggers my own orgasm, waves of pleasure radiating outward from where we’re joined.
Before I’ve even caught my breath, he’s lifting me, still impaled on his hardness.
My legs wrap instinctively around his waist as he carries me from the fur-covered bed to another part of his stone fortress.
This has become our morning routine—he never pulls out, just carries me from place to place with his cock still claiming me.
“Hungry?” he asks, setting me on the edge of a rough-hewn wooden table, his hips still moving in shallow thrusts that keep me gasping.
I nod, unable to form words when he‘s rotating his hips like that, grinding against my oversensitive clit with each subtle movement.
He keeps one hand on my hip, pinning me in place on his cock, while the other reaches for a bowl of berries he must have gathered before I woke. One by one, he feeds them to me, watching intently as my lips close around his fingers.
“So pretty,” he murmurs, pushing a particularly juicy blackberry past my lips and then kissing me, tasting the sweetness from my mouth. “My little mama eating well, staying strong to carry my babies.”
My stomach flutters at his words, and I don’t know if it’s fear or anticipation. Maybe both. His hand splays possessively over my lower belly, as if he can already see it swelling with his child.
“Do you think I’m...” I can’t finish the question.
His eyes darken. “Not yet. But we’re not stopping until you are.”
As if to emphasize his point, he lifts me again and carries me to a chair near the large window overlooking the valley.
The glass is tinted somehow, allowing us to see out while no one can see in.
From here, I can see that the wildfire is still raging, though it seems to be moving away from us now.
Smoke blankets the valley, occasional helicopter spotlights scanning the scorched earth below.
Titan arranges me on his lap, facing the window, his cock still buried inside me. One massive arm wraps around my waist while his other hand guides my face to look out at the helicopters.
“They’re looking for you,” he says simply. “They won’t find you.”
The certainty in his voice makes me shiver. I watch the rescue teams searching, so close yet impossibly far away, separated by stone and waterfall and this man’s implacable will.
My phone buzzes from where he‘s placed it on a shelf—just close enough that I can hear it, just far enough that I can’t reach it without him allowing me to. Another message from my sister. I feel tears prick at my eyes.
“Please,” I whisper, nodding toward the phone. “At least let me listen.”
Something in my voice must move him, because he reaches for the phone and hands it to me, though his other arm tightens around my waist, reminding me of my place—impaled on his cock, trapped in his fortress.
With trembling fingers, I play the voicemail.
“Mel, the contractions are getting worse and they‘ve put me on bed rest. The doctor says if these babies come early, there might be...” Her voice breaks. “I’m scared. I need my big sister. Please, wherever you are, please come. The news says the fire is bad, but I’m praying you’re okay.”
The message ends and a sob escapes me. My sister, alone and terrified, needing me—and here I am, captive and filled with this crazed mountain man’s seed, my body betraying me with pleasure even as my heart breaks for her.
Titan’s hand covers mine, taking the phone and placing it back on the shelf. “You have me.”
Before I can argue, he lifts me slightly and then brings me down hard on his cock, reminding me of the physical bond that keeps me tethered to him. My body responds instantly, inner walls clenching around him, pleasure drowning out my protestations.
“You belong here,” he growls, one hand coming up to cup my breast while the other slides between my legs to circle my clit. “With me. Taking my seed. Growing round with my children.”
I want to deny it, but then he pinches my clit between his thumb and forefinger, and I’m coming undone around him, my pussy gripping his cock in rhythmic pulses as pleasure explodes through me.
“That’s it,” he encourages, thrusting up harder, chasing his own release. “Take it all. Every drop.”
He comes with a groan that rumbles through his chest and into my back, his seed filling me yet again. As the pleasure ebbs, he turns my face to his, kissing me deeply while his hand presses against my lower belly.
“One day soon,” he promises, “you’ll be swollen here with my baby. The first of many.”
I close my eyes, tears leaking from beneath my lashes. Even as my body hums with satisfaction, my heart feels torn in two. Every orgasm is followed by crushing guilt—guilt that I’m here, being pleasured beyond imagination, while my sister faces her fear alone.
Titan wipes away my tears with his thumb. There’s something almost tender in the gesture, at odds with the possessive way his other hand still presses against my womb.
“You’re mine now,” he says simply. “The sooner you accept that, the happier you’ll be.”
But how can I be happy when every buzz of my phone reminds me of the life—and the people—I’ve left behind? When each exquisite climax feels like a betrayal of my sister’s trust?
I rest my head against his shoulder, exhausted from the constant war between my body’s desires and my heart’s obligations.
The fire outside burns on, keeping me trapped in this stone prison with a man who’s determined to breed me—and the worst part is that my body welcomes his determination with eager submission.