chapter 7

Marcus's hand settled on my lower back, fingers splayed possessively as he adjusted my stance, and every nerve ending in my body screamed awareness even though Damon stood barely ten feet away examining a tray of surgical tools.

"Your center of gravity is off, you need to feel the energy here," Marcus murmured, his palm sliding lower, thumb pressing into the sensitive hollow just above my ass, and I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from making a sound.

Damon turned, his eyes narrowing as he watched Marcus's hand linger a beat too long before retreating. "Is that really necessary for healing work?"

"Combat healing requires perfect balance, one wrong move and you're hitting an artery instead of sealing it," Marcus said smoothly, stepping back but his gaze stayed locked on mine, heat simmering beneath the professional mask. "Sandra's been struggling with grounding techniques."

I hadn't been struggling with shit and we both knew it, but I played along, focusing on the practice dummy while my skin burned everywhere Marcus had touched. "I'm getting it now, the pressure point makes sense."

The training room felt too small, charged with the kind of tension that made breathing difficult and thinking impossible. Marcus moved behind Damon to retrieve something from the supply cabinet, and as he passed me, his fingers brushed the nape of my neck, a touch so brief Damon couldn't have seen it but I felt it like a brand.

"Damon, we're running low on the specialized sutures I need for the advanced nerve work this afternoon," Marcus said, his tone casual as he consulted a list that I knew was bullshit. "There's a medical supply store about forty minutes south, I need you to pick up three boxes of the 6-0 nylon, they have to be the micro-point needles, nothing else will work."

Damon's jaw tightened, clearly recognizing busy work when he heard it. "Can't we order them online?"

"Not for same-day delivery, and I have a patient coming tonight who needs the procedure done," Marcus lied without hesitation, pulling out his wallet and handing Damon a credit card. "I'd go myself but Sandra's at a critical point in her training, I can't leave her unsupervised."

The irony of that statement would have made me laugh if I wasn't so desperately hoping Damon would just leave, just give us twenty minutes alone because the want coiling in my belly was becoming physically painful.

Damon looked between us, suspicion written across every line of his face, but he took the card. "Fine, but I'm taking my phone, if you need anything else just text the specifications."

"Of course," Marcus said, already turning back to the training setup like Damon's departure was inconsequential.

We both waited, frozen in our respective positions, as Damon's footsteps echoed through the house, the front door opening and closing, his truck engine turning over and then fading down the long driveway.

The silence stretched for a while before it snapped like a whip.

Marcus crossed the room in two violent strides and slammed me against his chest so hard the air punched out of my lungs. My hands were already clawing at his shirt, dragging him down even as the last sane part of my brain screamed ‘we can’t.’

His mouth devoured mine, i felt his tongue shoving deep inside my mouth, fucking my mouth the way I already knew he was about to fuck the rest of me. He tasted like black coffee. I sucked on his tongue like it was his cock, moaning into the kiss, my hips already rolling against the steel bar pressing through his jeans.

“Forty minutes,” he growled against my bruised lips, grinding that thick length right against my soaked clit. “Gonna wreck this little cunt in under ten.”

“Then do it,” I hissed, fingers tearing at his belt. “Fuck your niece before your student comes back and catches you balls-deep in family pussy.”

He dropped me just long enough to rip my leggings and thong to my knees in one savage yank. Cool air hit my dripping folds and I whimpered. He shoved his own jeans down; his heavy cock sprang free, it was already leaking at the tip. I watched, mesmerized, as he ripped the condom packet open with his teeth and rolled it down that angry shaft with trembling hands.

“Turn the fuck around.”

I spun, slapped both palms against the wall, arched my back like a bitch in heat, spread my feet wide. My ass lifted instinctively, offering everything.

He fisted my hair, yanked my head back until my throat stretched taut, then notched that fat cockhead against my entrance. One shallow dip, coating himself in my slick, then he rammed forward in one brutal stroke, burying every thick inch to the root.

I screamed shamelessly

“Fuck, yes, stretch me, God, you’re so fucking big—”

“Soaked little slut,” he snarled, already pulling back only to slam in again, harder. “Dripping on my fingers all morning while Damon watched. You were gonna come just from me touching your back, weren’t you?”

“Yes, yes—”

He set a punishing rhythm immediately, no warm-up, no mercy. Each thrust slapped wetly against my ass, balls smacking my clit, cockhead battering my cervix on every deep plunge. The training-room wall rattled with every impact.

“Take it,” he growled, yanking my hair harder. “Take your uncle’s cock like the dirty little whore you are.”

I pushed back to meet him, ass bouncing, cunt clenching greedily around his thickness. “Harder, fuck me like I’m your dirty secret—”

He shoved my sports bra up, exposing my breasts, then pinched both nipples between his rough fingers.

White-hot pleasure-pain shot straight to my clit. I cried out, walls fluttering violently.

“You love it when I hurt you just right, don’t you?” He leaned in, teeth scraping my earlobe. “Love when Uncle Marcus marks up these pretty tits while he breeds this tight hole.”

Before I could answer he bent me forward more, wrapped one arm around my waist, and bit down on my right nipple hard.

I shattered.

The first orgasm hit like a freight train. My cunt clamped down on him in violent spasms, gushing slick down my thighs. I screamed his name, legs shaking, nails gouging the paint off the wall.

He didn’t stop, didn’t even slow.

“Already?” he laughed darkly, pounding through my pulsing climax. “Greedy little cunt can’t even last two minutes on my dick.”

He switched to the left nipple, sucking it deep, then biting again. Fresh lightning streaked through me. My second orgasm rolled right on the heels of the first, smaller but sharper, making my vision tunnel.

“Marcus, fuck, I’m coming again, don’t stop, don’t you dare stop.”

“That’s it, milk me, squeeze that filthy pussy around your uncle’s cock.”

He released my hair only to grab both hips, yanking me back onto him with every brutal snap of his pelvis. The wet slap-slap-slap of skin on skin filled the room, obscene and loud. My juices coated his balls, dripped onto the training mat beneath us.

“Look at you,” he rasped, voice wrecked. “Bent over in my training room, ass up, tits out, creaming all over my dick while Damon’s out buying sutures so I can fuck you raw. You’re my nasty little addiction, Sandra.”

I was sobbing with pleasure now, words barely coherent. “Come inside me, please, even with the condom, fill it up, mark me, make me yours.”

His rhythm stuttered. His fingers found my clit again, he was pinching, rolling, slapping it lightly, and that was it.

Third orgasm.

I broke completely.

My cunt convulsed so hard I felt it in my teeth. A gush of slick sprayed around his pistoning cock. My knees buckled; only his bruising grip and the wall kept me upright.

“Fuck, fuck, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna flood this rubber with my goddam seed.”

He slammed in one last time and roared against my neck as he emptied himself. I felt every thick pulse through the condom, felt his cock kick and throb inside my spasming walls.

We stayed locked like that, we are sweaty, shaking, panting, his softening length still buried to the hilt, my legs trembling, my cum-slick thighs were quivering.

“What the fuck is going on here?”

Damon’s voice cut through the haze like a blade.

We froze, we were still joined, my breasts still exposed, his hand still cupping my dripping cunt, the unmistakable scent of sex thick in the training room air.