Chapter 5
CHAPTER FIVE
Melanie
By day eight, the smoke has thinned enough to see the valley clearly from Titan’s stone fortress.
The fire has moved on, leaving behind a patchwork of charred trees and surprisingly resilient green patches.
I stand at the large window, Titan’s oversized shirt barely covering my thighs, and watch a helicopter sweep low over the blackened landscape.
They’re still searching. For bodies, maybe.
Or survivors. For me. My hand unconsciously drifts to my lower belly, where Titan’s seed has been planted so many times now that I half-expect to feel something growing already.
The thought should terrify me. Instead, it sends a shameful pulse of heat between my thighs.
I hear Titan before I see him—the heavy tread of his bare feet on the stone floor, the slight catch in his breathing when he spots me at the window.
For the first time since he brought me here, we’ve been separated for more than a few minutes.
He went hunting at dawn, leaving me sleeping on the furs, my body so thoroughly used during the night that I didn’t wake until midmorning.
Now, feeling his presence behind me, my body reacts instantly. My nipples harden against the rough fabric of his shirt, my core grows slick with anticipation, and I find myself arching my back slightly, presenting myself without even turning around.
“Look at you,” his deep voice rumbles as his massive hands settle on my hips. “Waiting for me like a good little girl ready to get bred.”
I should hate the words, the crude reduction of my existence to a vessel for his children. Instead, I press back against him, feeling the hard length of him already straining through his buckskins.
“I missed you,” I whisper, shocking myself with the admission. It’s true, though. After a week of never being empty, of constant fullness and presence, the few hours alone left me feeling hollow in a way that terrifies me.
“Did you now?” There’s a smugness in his voice, but also something deeper, something almost tender. His hands slide around to cup my breasts through the shirt. “Show me how much.”
I turn in his arms, looking up at his wild, beautiful face. Without breaking eye contact, I sink slowly to my knees before him, my hands working at the ties of his buckskins. His eyes darken as he realizes my intent.
“Good girl,” he growls as I free his massive cock, already fully hard and leaking at the tip.
I take him in my mouth—as much as I can, which isn’t even half his length—and feel a primal satisfaction at his sharp intake of breath.
For all his dominance, I have power here too.
Power to make this mountain of a man tremble as I suckle and lick and worship the cock that’s reshaped me from the inside.
His hand fists in my hair, not pushing, just holding, as if he needs an anchor. “Fuck, little mama. Your sweet mouth.”
I hollow my cheeks, working him deeper, driven by some newfound need to please him, to make him lose control. When his breathing grows ragged and his hips begin to thrust involuntarily, he suddenly pulls away, lifting me to my feet.
“Not yet,” he growls. “Not in your mouth. Only inside your pussy where it can take root.”
He carries me through the fortress to the stone balcony overlooking the valley.
It’s sheltered from view by strategic outcroppings, invisible from below but offering a panoramic vista of the mountains.
The mid-morning air is cool against my heated skin as he strips his shirt from my body, leaving me naked in the mountain breeze.
“Want everyone to hear you,” he says, positioning me at the balcony’s edge, bending me over the stone railing. “Want your screams to echo across this valley so they all know you‘re being claimed.”
I should be embarrassed, exposed like this to the open air, but all I feel is desperate need as the blunt head of his cock nudges my entrance. He’s been inside me so many times now that my body welcomes him immediately, stretching to accommodate his impossible size with only a delicious burn.
“So wet for me,” he growls, sliding in to the hilt in one smooth thrust. “Always ready for my cock, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I gasp, because denying it would be pointless. My body has betrayed me completely, addicted to the pleasure only he can provide.
He takes me hard and fast on the balcony, each thrust pushing me against the stone railing, the rough surface abrading my sensitive nipples.
The dual sensation of pain and pleasure makes my head swim, and when his hand slides between my legs to circle my clit, I come with a scream that surely carries across the valley.
“That’s it,” he encourages, never slowing his punishing pace. “Let them hear you. Let them know whose cock is making you come.”
Through half-lidded eyes, I spot the rescue helicopter in the distance, sweeping in a search pattern across the charred forest. Are they looking for me?
Can they hear my screams and mistake them for cries for help?
The thought should spur me to actually call out, to try to escape.
Instead, it adds a forbidden thrill that has me clenching tighter around Titan’s invading length.
He comes with a roar, flooding me with his seed yet again, pressing deep enough that I swear I can feel him in my womb. As the pleasure crests and begins to recede, he keeps himself buried inside me, one large hand sliding around to press against my lower belly.
“Our first mountain baby is already taking root,” he murmurs against my ear, his voice full of possessive satisfaction. “I can feel it. My seed growing inside you, little mama. Gonna keep you round and full for years.”
And just like that, the blissful bubble bursts.
Reality comes crashing in—my sister’s desperate voicemails, the babies she’s carrying that might not survive, her plea for me to be there.
The pleasure that still pulses through my body suddenly feels like a betrayal, and tears spring to my eyes unbidden.
Titan feels the change in me, the way my body stiffens even as aftershocks still ripple through my core. He turns me gently in his arms, still connected, lifting me so I’m seated on the wide stone railing with him standing between my thighs.
“What is it?” he asks, and for once, there’s no command in his voice. Just curiosity, maybe even concern.
The tenderness breaks something in me. The dam I’ve built between my new reality with Titan and my responsibilities to my sister crumbles, and sobs wrack my body.
“My sister,” I choke out between gasping breaths. “She’s pregnant with twins. High-risk pregnancy. The doctors say there could be complications. She’s alone—our parents died two years ago in a car accident. I’m all she has left.”
The words pour out of me, unstoppable now that I’ve started. “I promised her I’d be there for the birth. I promised I’d help her afterward. She’s so young—just twenty-two—and she’s terrified. Her boyfriend left when he found out it was twins.”
Titan’s expression doesn’t change, but something shifts in his ice-blue eyes. His hand, still pressed against my lower belly, softens its possessive pressure.
“Every time you fill me,” I continue, unable to stop the flood of confession, “every time I come around your cock, I feel like I’m betraying her. Like I’m choosing my own pleasure over my only family. The only person who needs me.”
I expect anger. Expect him to remind me harshly that I belong to him now, that my sister’s problems aren’t his concern. Instead, he lifts one hand to my face, thumb gently wiping away tears in a gesture so tender it makes me cry harder.
“When?” he asks simply.
I blink up at him, confused. “When what?”
“When is she due?”
“Two weeks,” I whisper. “Maybe less now. The last voicemail said the contractions were starting, but they were trying to delay labor as long as possible.”
He’s silent for a long moment, his cock still buried inside me, his expression unreadable. Then he does something that shocks me—he presses his forehead to mine, a gesture almost more intimate than the sex.
“I know about failing people who need you,” he says, so quietly I almost miss it. “Ghosts follow you. Never leave.”
I don‘t understand exactly what he means, but I hear the echo of old pain in his voice, see the shadow of some buried guilt in his eyes. For the first time, I glimpse the man beneath the mountain beast, and my heart contracts painfully in my chest.
The moment is broken by the sound of a helicopter, closer now than before. Titan’s head snaps up, his eyes tracking its movement through the valley. His arms tighten around me instinctively.
“They’re searching more actively today,” he observes, his voice returning to its usual gruff tone. “Fire’s almost completely out. They’ll be able to cover more ground.”
I follow his gaze, watching the helicopter hover over an area not far from where he first found me.
So close to rescue. So close to being able to fulfill my promise to my sister.
Yet still trapped by both physical circumstances and the invisible chains my body has forged—my newfound addiction to this man’s touch, his possession, his claim.
Titan looks back at me, studying my tear-stained face with an intensity that makes me tremble. Something is shifting in him, some internal battle I can’t fully see. His next words could determine both our fates.
And I realize with startling clarity that I don’t know which outcome I’m more afraid of—that he‘ll keep me prisoner forever, or that he’ll actually let me go.