THE DEEP HOLE

AISHA 

This was the second week since the battle.

Damian had fully recovered. His Alpha blood and raw, terrifying vitality had healed the deep slash I gave his leg, leaving behind nothing more than a faint, silver scar. But through all these fourteen days, he had said absolutely nothing about what happened in that dark forest. He didn't ask why an anonymous soldier fought like a White Wolf, he didn't bring up the cut on his thigh, and I refused to ask him.

He knew it was me. I was completely sure of it. But he refused to utter a single word about it, keeping his dark thoughts locked behind a cold, silent wall that terrified me to my very core. Sitting at the long dining table, watching him sip his black coffee, I couldn't help but wonder what else he knew about me.

Does he know Samson fucks my pussy every night?

Yes. The horrific, thrilling truth was that I had become entirely addicted to Samson. Every single night, the moment Damian fell into his deep, heavy sleep or retreated to his war study, I slipped out of the master suite. It was a long, risky two-hour drive to the Blue Wing territory, but I made that dangerous trip every night without fail.

We were so deeply in love with each other. When I was with Samson, I wasn't an weapon or a political pawn—I was just a woman being adored by the man who truly held my heart.

Last night had been no different. I had sneaked into his private study through the balcony doors, shedding my clothes the second the latch clicked shut.

Inside me, screwing my pussy with steady, desperate strokes, Samson had gripped my face in his large, warm hands. His dark eyes were burning with an intense, possessive fire as he stared down at me.

"Promise me, Aisha," Samson had rasped, his breath hot against my lips as his dick filled me to the brim. "Promise me Damian will never see your nakedness again. Promise me you won't let him touch you."

He paused, resting his forehead against mine, his voice dropping into a rough whisper. "I promise you, my White Wolf... I will never touch Mabel again. Not ever. My body belongs only to you."

In the overwhelming heat of the pleasure, overwhelmed by his possessive love, I agreed to every single word. "I promise, Samson... I promise!"

"Don't let anyone smack this pussy again," Samson growled, his hands tightening on my hips.

"I won't... I swear I won't," I gasped out.

Satisfied with my answer, Samson lifted my weight entirely off the floor. He pinned me flat against the cold wooden wall, lifting one of my legs over his broad shoulder, and inserted his thick, throbbing penis right inside my dripping wet vagina.

"Ah! God!" I let out a loud, ringing moan that echoed off the high ceiling.

The angle was sharp, deep, and slightly painful against my sensitive walls. Samson instantly felt my body tense up, and being the attentive lover he always was, he immediately reduced the speed and force of his thrusts, switching to slow, excruciatingly deep grinds that made my toes curl. We held onto each other like drowning souls, building momentum until we both climaxed right there, pinned against the wall, our sweat mingling in the dim lamplight.

Silly Samson. Even after he pulled out, he couldn't leave me alone. He dropped straight down to his knees right there on the floor, burying his face between my open thighs. He licked my pussy with long, affectionate strokes, eagerly licking all the hot release from me until my skin was sparkling clean.

The feeling of his warm tongue sucking my wet core turned me on all over again. A fresh wave of heat bloomed in my lower belly.

"Samson," I whimpered, pulling at his hair, looking down at him with pleading eyes. "Please... give me another round. I need you inside me again."

Samson chuckled softly, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he stood up, looking visibly exhausted from his daytime pack duties and our intense session. "My love, I am completely drained tonight," he said affectionately, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. "My body can't handle another full round right now."

"Please," I pouted, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"Alright, alright," he smiled softly. "I'll make sure my Luna is fully satisfied before she leaves."

Instead of his dick, Samson used his hands. He guided me back onto his large leather couch, spreading my legs wide. He lubricated his hand with our shared wetness and slowly began to push his fingers into my tight hole. He didn't stop at two or three—he kept pushing, working his palm until he put nearly all of his hand inside my vagina hole.

We laughed and playfully argued right there on the couch, teasing each other about whether his whole hand would actually fit inside me.

"It's never going to fit, Samson!" I gasped out between giggles, squirming under his touch.

"Watch me," he teased, slowly working another knuckle in. Then, with a proud, wicked grin, he pulled his hand all the way out, held it up in the dim light, and looked directly into my stretched, open vagina hole, poking fun at me. "Look at that, Aisha! I can't believe how deep this cute little pussy is. It swallowed my whole hand!"

"Shut up!" I laughed, blushing furiously as I slapped his broad shoulder, pulling him down for a deep, passionate kiss.

Lord, I swear I loved Samson with every fiber of my soul.

After that, we got completely carried away. We lay together completely naked on the soft rug, making endless promises for the future, whispering about how we would run away together or rule the combined packs once Damian and Mabel were out of the picture. We spent hours just playing with each other's bodies—his fingers gently pinching my nipples, my hands stroking his soft penis and heavy balls, his mouth kissing every inch of my stomach and thighs.

It was so sweet, so peaceful, and so intensely intimate that I completely lost track of time.

It wasn't until a faint, cold golden light began to bleed through the cracks of the balcony curtains that reality slammed into me like a bucket of ice water.

I glanced up at the grandfather clock in the corner of the study.

My heart instantly stopped. It was already 6:00 AM in the morning.

"Oh my God!" I gasped, scrambling off the floor in a sheer panic, grabbing my scattered clothes. "Samson, it's 6:00 AM! It's morning!"

"Aisha, calm down, dress quickly," Samson said, his own face turning pale as he helped me pull my dress over my head.

I didn't even stop to brush my tangled hair or put on my jewelry properly. I threw my dark cloak around my shoulders, kissed Samson one last time, and sneaked out through the back staircase. I sprinted to where my car was hidden beneath the tree canopy, threw myself into the driver's seat, and slammed my foot onto the gas pedal.

The two-hour drive back to the Black Star territory felt like a terrifying, endless nightmare. The sun was rising higher and higher in the sky, burning away the morning fog, exposing the world in broad daylight. Tears of sheer terror filled my eyes as I drove like a madwoman, pushing the engine to its absolute limit.

Please let Damian be asleep, I prayed frantically in my head, my hands shaking on the steering wheel. Please let him still be in bed.

At 8:15 AM, my car screeched to a halt right in front of the grand iron gates of the Black Star pack mansion.

I killed the engine, took three deep, trembling breaths, and tried to smooth down my disheveled hair and wrinkled dress. I opened the car door and stepped out onto the gravel driveway, keeping my head down, pretending to look like a Luna who had simply taken a very early morning walk through the outer estate grounds.

But as I raised my eyes toward the front entrance, my blood completely froze in my veins.

Standing right at the center of the open iron gates, blocking my path, was Damian.

He was wearing his dark Alpha tunic, his broad arms crossed tightly over his massive chest. The morning sunlight hit his sharp jaw, casting terrifying shadows across his face. He wasn't moving. He wasn't speaking. He just stood there, staring down at me with a furious, deathly face—his dark eyes burning with an absolute, lethal rage that made the air around him feel ice-cold.