Lilith's POV
This week, Jarek's been relentless, calling me out every afternoon after school. The car becomes his hunting ground the moment the door shuts.
His arms wrap around me, my back crashing into his chest, his heat burning through my uniform.
"Don't--" I start, but his hand grabs my chin, his tongue silencing my protest.
His rough palm slips under my skirt, kneading my breasts, sucking my nipple, fingers prying my thighs apart, scraping my skin--hot, itchy, unbearable.
He loves whispering filthy things, his breath hot in my ear. "Honey, your nipples are hard...all for me."
His stiff cock presses between my thighs, his hands gripping my ass so hard it hurts.
Worse were the dinners.
The second my fork clinked against the plate, his knee would wedge between my thighs, his tail--god, that damn tail--coiling around my ankle like a possessive shackle.
"Open your mouth," he orders.
He'd press wine-soaked steak past my lips, then lick into my mouth, stealing the taste.
Dinner drags on for an hour, my lips numb from his kisses, my thighs soaked.
By the time he released me each night at 9,30 sharp--his one shred of decency--my lips would be swollen, my thighs slick.
Sometimes I wonder if he's really the workaholic brother Brielle describes.
He's got too much time, texting me dirty messages all day, hunting me down at night, never tired.
But tonight's different.
It's past my curfew, and his arms are still locked around my waist like a vice. His scent carries a strange edge--pissed off, heavy.
"It hurts," I murmur, instinctively softening my voice to appease him.
Jarek lifts my chin, his eyes swirling with something unreadable. My heart pounds so hard it hurts.
But he just rubs his nose against my flushed cheek. "Goodnight. Dream of me."
I nod, dazed, as he finally lets go. I stumble out of the car, legs shaky, his heavy gaze and burning kisses clouding my mind.
I push down the confusion and head for the door. A few steps in, my neck prickles--someone's watching.
I turn, catching Jarek's eyes through the half-open car window, his familiar, heart-racing smirk in place.
I whip around, practically running to the entrance. "Goodnight" sticks in my throat, unsaid.
Then the foyer lights hit me.
And so did the scent.
Mint. Ice. Danger.
Kieran's scent!
He's back?! The housekeeper said tomorrow!
His tall figure looms, back to me, shoulders tense under his shirt, like a Alpha king ready to pounce.
I frantically shake off Jarek's lingering scent, my mind a mess.
Did he see the car? Can he smell Jarek on me? Oh god, if he knew--
He turns, his gaze pinning me, wild and predatory, ready to drag me into a void and tear me apart.
"Come here." His low growl carries undeniable Alpha command.
My heart thunders, but my feet move toward him--wolves always submit to their Alpha. Standing before him, I lower my head, cheeks burning.
A weak whimper escapes. "W-welcome home."
"Hm."
Then his hand shot out, dragging me onto his lap in one fluid motion.
My knees sank into the couch cushions on either side of his hips, his palms branding my waist. He buried his face in my neck, inhaling deeply--
"I missed you. In every fucking way."
His hands slide under my shirt.
"No...not here..." I squirm.
Before I finish, he lifts me, arms around my waist. I cling to his neck, terrified of falling, of the staff seeing, of what's coming. My heart's about to explode.
"Where...where are we going?" My voice shakes.
He glances at me, lips curling with a teasing edge. "My territory."
He's already climbing the stairs, carrying me with steady steps. His hungry, sharp eyes make my heart race. I clutch his shirt. "Wait...hold on..."
"Wait for what?" His chest rumbles with a growl, his pace so fast the air whistles past my ears.
My legs tremble, wrapping tighter around his waist. I feel his cock, hard and hot, pressing between my thighs. Without thinking, I grind against it twice.
"Fuck..." He bites my ear hard, his cock swelling. "Keep wriggling like that, baby, and I'll ruin you right on these stairs."
He smacks my ass twice, light but tingling.
"Ah!" I gasp as the bedroom door hissed open--
--And there stood Daegan.
His icy gaze piercing through me.
My eyes widen, pupils shrinking, blood freezing.
Had he seen? Heard?
But Kieran doesn't notice, kicking the door open and throwing me onto the bed. He slams it shut, blocking Daegan's stare.
Fabric rips as he tears off my skirt, his scorching body pinning me down. His thrusts are fast, brutal, grinding my thighs raw.
Hot breath hits my neck, his teeth grazing up to my lips, kissing me hard. My whimpers are swallowed, my hands crumpling the sheets.
He holds me tight, panting, kissing and biting from my collarbone to my mouth, testing his prey. I turn my head. "Just...just now, I..."
He grabs my chin, forcing me to face him, his kiss fierce, tongue invading, licking my teeth, gums, tangling with mine until I can't breathe.
I push back, but he presses my head, deepening the kiss. Saliva drips down my chin, wetting his fingers.
"Speak," he pants, pulling back, thumb teasing my numb tongue. "What were you gonna say?"
I shake my head, biting my lip.
I can't tell him. If he knows Daegan saw, he won't stop--hell, he might invite his brother to watch.
And worse, I was just comparing his kisses to Jarek's, too lost to care who saw what.
His thumb's still in my mouth. My tongue brushes it, soft and accidental.
He chuckles, sealing my lips again, kissing like he wants to devour me.
"Mmph...ngh..." My moans drag out, my body boneless.
His breaths mix with low, husky groans, our sounds echoing in the room, one after another.
By dawn, I'm too weak to move a toe.
He's still nuzzling my sweaty neck, licking the tears from my lashes as I collapse in his arms.
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Kieran's POV
I held Lilith against me, her body warm and pliant in the aftermath, a satisfaction so deep it settled into my bones.
In the dim light, her face was soft, her lashes fluttering against her cheeks as she drifted. Beautiful. Mine.
Something hot and possessive coiled in my chest. Before I could stop myself, I pressed a kiss to her forehead, my arms tightening around her, pulling her closer until there was no space left between us.
"Mine," I murmured, the word rough with a hunger I barely recognized.
I'd never wanted anyone like this--never ached for someone so deeply it felt like my blood had been rewritten just to crave her.
And yet here she was, my stepsister, the one person I shouldn't have been able to touch. The one person I couldn't let go of.
Before her, my desires were fleeting, handled with a quick jerk-off.
But since she came into my life, everything's changed.
Now it was a constant burn.
A relentless hunger that gnawed at me, day and night. Just the thought of her made my throat dry, my cock hard and aching.
No amount of friction could ease it--nothing but her, nothing but the feel of her under me, gasping my name as I took what I needed.
And I would take it. All of it.
"You're mine," I growled against her ear, teeth grazing the sensitive skin. "Always."