C5

Caelor Dreadmoor watched the door close behind Briallen Wintermere, leaving him alone in the high-ceilinged conference room of the Dreadmoor Pack Fortress. He turned his gaze back to Torsten Wintermere, stepping away from the glass table where the pack territory deeds lay spread out. He reached up, taking off his clear-lens glasses—folding them closed, one temple at a time—before setting them on the sleek wood.

"How long have you known about the land titles, Torsten?" Caelor asked, his deep voice carrying absolute authority.

"I never touched the signature lines until after her eighteenth birthday!" Torsten snapped through gritted teeth, his hands clenching at his sides. "Yesterday, at the Moon Ascension Celebration!"

"But you intended to sign them away before then," Caelor stated coldly, his dark eyes narrowing. "To Garran Hollowclaw."

"I was desperate!" Torsten yelled, taking a heavy step forward. "I thought I knew you, Caelor. I walk into your fortress and find my daughter in your bed chamber? She's supposed to be under Wintermere protection!"

"She is under my protection," Caelor growled, his broad chest rising as his Alpha aura filled the room. "I have wanted Briallen from the moment her mate bond flared. I will never take advantage of your trust, nor will I let Hollowclaw drain the Wintermere Ancestral Lodge dry. You have two choices. Accept my claim, or walk out of this fortress without a single pack resource to your name."

Torsten stared at him, his shoulders sagging as the weight of Caelor's dominance forced him to nod. "Susan always said you were ruthless. Take care of my daughter, Caelor."

Torsten turned and left for the lower hall. Through the open double doors, Caelor watched Torsten wrap Briallen in a short, tight hug near the entrance of the Wintermere Maiden's Chamber before heading out into the courtyard.

Briallen turned and ran back to Caelor, her short, four-foot-five frame colliding with his chest. He wrapped his massive arms around her thick waist, pulling her flush against his hard body.

"Are you alright, little Luna?" Caelor murmured, tilting her chin up to look into her tear-filled dark eyes.

"Yes, Alpha," Briallen whispered, her breath hitching as his thumb traced her swollen lower lip. "I just want to stay here with you."

"Good," Caelor growled, his hand sliding down her spine to grip her lush hip possessively through her pink sundress. "Because it's time to mark you properly. I want your heart, your body, and your sacred Luna title."

A heavy blush bloomed across her dark skin, her core throbbing with wet heat at his possessive tone. Caelor swept her up into his arms, carrying her straight back into the Alpha's Moon Chamber and kicking the heavy oak door shut behind them. He set her down beside the vast bed, his dark eyes ablaze as he unbuttoned his crisp white shirt and tossed it to the floor.

"Take off the dress, Briallen," Caelor commanded, his voice dropping into a rough growl as he unbuckled his leather belt. "Daddy needs to feel your skin against mine."

Briallen's hands trembled as she lifted the hem of her sundress, pulling it over her head and dropping it to the rug. She stood before him in only a pair of white cotton panties, her plus-size curves, heavy breasts, and thick thighs fully exposed to his intense gaze.

"Leave the panties on," Caelor dark-talked, his muscular frame looming over her as he stripped off his trousers, revealing his thick, fully erect cock pulsing against his stomach. "Lie back."

Briallen climbed onto the mattress, her heart pounding against her ribs. Caelor dropped between her knees, burying his face directly into the silk of her panties. He breathed in her slick scent, biting gently at her lower lips through the damp fabric until she moaned out loud, her back arching off the bed.

He slid up her body, framing her face with his large hands while his heavy weight pinned her to the sheets. The crown of his shaft pressed directly against her panty-covered core, rubbing hard against her clit.

"This is going to stretch you, little one," Caelor growled into her mouth. "Are you ready to take your Alpha?"

"Yes, Caelor," Briallen gasped, her inner walls clenching in desperate anticipation. "I'm yours. Do whatever you want to me."

Caelor hooked his fingers into the side of her white panties, pushing the fabric just far enough to expose her wet, virgin opening. He lined his broad tip up against her center, sliding inside with one powerful, unyielding thrust.

Briallen let out a sharp cry as he filled her completely, her tight heat gripping his shaft like a vise. Caelor locked his jaw, a low growl tearing from his throat as he felt the thin barrier break inside her. He held still for a fraction of a second, reveling in the tight, dripping slickness enveloping his cock before he began a heavy, punishing rhythm.

"Fuuuuuck," Caelor hissed, his hands anchoring her plush hips as he slammed back into her, driving her higher up the mattress with every stroke. "You're so fucking tight, Briallen."

"Caelor... it feels so heavy... I'm going to cum!" Briallen whimpered, her hands clutching his powerful shoulders as her thighs shook violently.

Caelor reached down between them, his broad thumb finding her swollen clit and applying sharp, unrelenting pressure as he pounded deep into her core. That single touch pushed Briallen over the edge. She screamed out his name as her orgasm shattered through her, her inner muscles contracting wildly around his cock, milking him mercilessly.

The sensation sent Caelor over the brink. He roared into the quiet chamber, driving himself balls-deep one last time as his hot release poured thick and heavy inside her. He held her tight against his chest, panting heavily as his seed filled her to the brim.

After several long minutes of deep, possessive kisses, Caelor slowly withdrew, watching his slick release spill out onto her inner thighs. He pulled her ruined white panties down her legs, lifting the stained fabric to his nose and inhaling deeply with a dark, satisfied smirk.

Before Briallen could catch her breath, a sharp knock rattled the reinforced wood of the chamber door, followed by Nerys Ashgrove's hurried voice from the corridor.

"Alpha Caelor!" Nerys called out urgently. "Elswyth Thornfield just arrived at the main gate with the elder council—she has the official pack audit papers proving your mate claim was filed illegally!"