13. Chapter 13
Suzuki knocked twice. Sharp. Even.
Gunner opened the door before her knuckles found it a third time.
She stood in the corridor in tactical gear, sidearm strapped to her thigh, hair still damp. Her eyes were clear. Steady.
"I'm not drunk," she said. "I want that established."
"Wasn't going to ask."
"You were going to think it." She stepped past him into the room. Scanned it—exits, sightlines, the rifle by the window. Old habit. "Isabella sent me."
"I know."
"She ordered me. Like I'm under her command." Suzuki's jaw tightened. "I don't take orders from Pack Second."
"You came anyway."
"I was already coming." She turned to face him. "She just said it out loud first."
Tomorrow they hunted Voss. Forty miles south, a dawn strike on her command post, five against seven hundred fifty.
Tasha's booster would buy Gunner sixty seconds of peak output and take a year off the back end.
Isabella had Storm to live for and was going anyway.
Suzuki had three thousand dead Federation soldiers and a debt to collect.
Tonight was the only night there'd be.
"If I die tomorrow," Suzuki said, "I'm not dying without this. That's the whole speech. I don't have a longer one."
"Don't need one."
She crossed the room and kissed him like she was trying to solve him.
Hard, demanding, teeth and hunger. For a few seconds she kept her usual precision — calculating angle, pressure, tongue — until the checklist exploded.
Her hand fisted in his shirt and her body arched desperately into him, grinding like she was starving.
She broke the kiss first, chest heaving.
"Door’s not locked," Gunner said.
"I know."
"She’s watching."
"I know that too." Suzuki’s eyes flicked to the door, then back to him, dark with anger and months of bottled-up need. "Let her watch. I’m not doing this for her."
"Good."
She stripped with military efficiency, but her hands trembled slightly on every buckle and zipper.
Sidearm placed carefully. Vest folded. Shirt off.
Small, firm tits with rock-hard nipples.
Lean, battle-hardened body — narrow waist, defined abs, powerful thighs.
Her pussy was already soaked, puffy lips shiny with arousal.
She kicked away the last of her clothes and stood there naked, chin high, daring him to look.
"Your turn."
Gunner stripped. The moment his massive cock sprang free — thick, heavy, veined, and dripping pre-cum — Suzuki’s breath hitched sharply. Her thighs clenched and her pussy visibly fluttered.
"Bed," he ordered.
This time she didn’t argue. She climbed on and yanked him down, flipping them so she straddled him. Her small hand wrapped around his thick shaft, stroking hungrily. "I don’t submit," she growled.
"Wasn’t expecting you to."
She lined him up and sank down. The fat head of his cock stretched her tight entrance obscenely. Her mouth fell open in a silent cry as she worked herself lower, inch by massive inch. She was soaked, but he was still splitting her open.
"Fuuuck…" she hissed through gritted teeth, thighs shaking hard. Halfway down and her pussy was already stretched to its limit around his girth. "You’re too fucking big—"
She kept going anyway, driven by months of denial. When she finally bottomed out, his cock was buried to the balls inside her, bulging her lower belly slightly. She sat there trembling, eyes wide, breathing ragged.
Then she started riding — trying desperately to stay precise and controlled. But her soaked cunt was creaming all over his shaft, dripping down his balls with every movement. Her face was tight, jaw clenched, fighting it.
Gunner gripped her hips and stopped her cold.
"Look at me."
Their eyes locked. Something in her snapped.
He drove up into her hard. Suzuki’s head snapped back and she cried out — a raw, broken sound. Her tight pussy was stretched obscenely around his thick cock, lips gripping him like a vice as he split her open again and again.
The feral side she’d been denying for months came roaring out.
"Fuck—Gunner—oh my god—" She started slamming herself down on him, wild and desperate, small tits bouncing hard. Her nails dug into his chest. "You’re splitting me—fuck, I feel you in my stomach—"
He flipped her onto her back, threw her legs over his shoulders, and drove into her even deeper. The new angle made her scream. Her pussy was gushing, loud wet squelching sounds filling the room every time his heavy balls slapped against her ass.
"Don’t stop—harder—split my fucking pussy—" she snarled, completely feral now. All that cold control gone. She clawed at his back, heels digging into his shoulders, hips bucking up to meet every brutal thrust. Months of repressed want poured out of her in desperate, filthy moans.
Outside the door, a floorboard creaked.
Suzuki’s eyes flew open, but the awareness only made her wetter. "She’s listening—good—let her hear how you’re ruining me—"
Gunner fucked her harder, pounding her soaked cunt with deep, powerful strokes. Her small body jolted under him, tits bouncing wildly. Her pussy fluttered and clenched, gripping him so tight it felt like she was trying to milk him.
"I’m—fuck—I’m coming—" She came violently, back arching off the bed, pussy spasming and gushing around his cock. But he didn’t slow down. He kept splitting her open through her orgasm, forcing her higher.
She came again almost immediately, screaming, thighs shaking uncontrollably, tears of overwhelming pleasure leaking from her eyes.
"Turn over," he growled.
Suzuki scrambled onto her hands and knees, ass up, back arched like a bitch in heat. Gunner gripped her narrow waist and slammed back inside in one savage thrust, burying every inch. She screamed into the pillow, pushing back against him desperately.
He railed her hard, watching her tight pussy stretch obscenely around his thick cock, creamy juices coating him. One hand reached around to rub her swollen clit.
"Yes—yes—fuck me—destroy me—" she babbled, voice hoarse and feral. "I’ve wanted this for so long—wanted your cock splitting me open—"
She came a third time with a guttural cry, pussy clamping down like a fist, gushing all over his balls and thighs.
The intense contractions finally pulled Gunner over the edge.
He buried himself to the hilt and roared, flooding her wrecked pussy with thick, heavy loads of cum.
He kept pumping through it, filling her until it leaked out around his cock and ran down her trembling thighs in messy white streaks.
They collapsed together, both shaking. Gunner stayed buried deep inside her twitching, cum-filled cunt while she panted and whimpered softly.
After a long minute she let out a wrecked, disbelieving laugh. "That… was not the plan."
"No," he said, pulling her against his chest. "But you needed it."
She didn’t argue. Just tucked herself against him, body still trembling with aftershocks, fingers lazily tracing the marks on his neck. For the first time since arriving, Suzuki let herself truly relax — safe, claimed, and thoroughly fucked.
Outside, Isabella’s footsteps finally retreated.
***
Dawn came gray and early. Suzuki woke instantly — no grogginess, just that sharp snap back into commander mode.
She slipped out of bed and started dressing with mechanical precision.
Sidearm strapped to her thigh. Hair smoothed back.
By the time she reached the door she looked like the ice-cold professional who had walked through North Haven’s gate weeks ago…
except for the fresh bite mark above her collarbone and the way she was still faintly limping.
She paused with her hand on the door.
Gunner’s voice rolled out behind her, low and rough. “Come here.”
She glanced back. “We don’t have time. Voss is—”
He was already out of bed, cock half-hard and thickening fast. Before she could finish the sentence he grabbed her wrist and pulled her back, spinning her around and bending her over the edge of the mattress.
“Gunner—fuck—”
He yanked her pants and underwear down just enough to bare her ass and pussy. She was still slick from last night, his dried cum flaking on her thighs. He rubbed the fat head of his cock against her swollen lips, coating himself in her fresh arousal.
“You’re still full of my cum,” he growled, pushing forward. Her tight pussy resisted for a second, then stretched wide around his thick cock as he split her open in one long, relentless stroke.
Suzuki’s hands fisted in the sheets and a broken moan tore out of her. “Shit—you’re so fucking big in the morning—ahh!”
He didn’t give her time to adjust. He started fucking her hard, deep, possessive strokes that made her small body jolt forward. Her pussy was still sensitive and puffy from the night before, gripping him like it never wanted to let go.
“Been thinking about this since you passed out on my cock last night,” he said, pounding her. “Gonna breed you again before you walk out that door.”
She tried to stay composed for about ten seconds. Then the feral side ripped free again.
“Yes—fuck me—fill me up—” she gasped, pushing back onto him desperately. “Split my cunt open. I’ve been wet since I woke up thinking about your cock.”
Gunner gripped her hips harder and railed her, balls slapping against her clit with every thrust. The wet, filthy sounds of her soaked pussy taking his thick cock filled the small room. He reached around and rubbed her swollen clit, feeling her tremble.
She came fast and hard, pussy clamping down on him, gushing around his shaft while she moaned and cursed into the mattress. He didn’t slow down. Just kept splitting her open, using her tight heat.
“Again,” he ordered. “Come on my cock while I breed you.”
Suzuki obeyed. She came a second time with a raw, desperate cry, thighs shaking violently. Her pussy fluttered and milked him so perfectly that Gunner buried himself to the balls and roared, pumping rope after thick rope of hot cum deep into her womb.
He stayed buried inside her, grinding slowly as he emptied every drop. When he finally pulled out, a thick flood of his seed leaked from her wrecked, gaping pussy and ran down her thighs.
Suzuki was breathing hard, forehead pressed to the sheets, ass still up like she couldn’t move yet. After a moment she let out a wrecked little laugh.
“...I really was trying to leave,” she muttered.
Gunner gave her ass a firm slap and watched more cum drip out of her. “Now you can go. Walk around all day with my load inside you. Reminds you who that pussy belongs to.”
She pulled her pants up, wincing slightly as the fabric pressed against her swollen, freshly-fucked cunt. The bite mark on her neck and the wet spot already forming in her underwear were impossible to hide.
She turned at the door, eyes dark and satisfied.
“If we survive this,” she said, voice still a little hoarse, “I want you to breed me properly next time. Not a quick morning fuck.”
“We’ll survive,” Gunner replied, already reaching for his gear. “And I’ll do a lot worse than that.”
She held his gaze for one more heated second, then slipped out into the gray dawn, boots steady on the frozen ground despite the cum leaking down her thighs.
Gunner smiled to himself and started loading his weapons. Voss’s command post was forty miles south.
He was ready.