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Jealousy

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Damien POV:

I watched like a creep from behind the trees, how my mate and little sister (I don't think it will ever be normal to say that in a sentence to anyone) was allowing Micheal to be all handsy with her. I was using my wolf hearing to listen in on their flirtatious conversations as they trained and I could feel my wolf close to the surface. I got back into SUV, slamming the door before pressing down on the accelerator and speeding away. I drove the lonely road, surrounded on both sides by forest and then pulled over. I needed to shift. My wolf wanted to kill Micheal for even touching her. The image of his hand on her upper thigh made me growl loudly as my talons extended, a flock of crows flew away loudly from the trees near me.

I kicked off my shoes and tossed into the car before running barefoot into the forest and shifting instantly. The trees were a dark green and the floor of the forest was littered with green and brown. My black wolf picked up into a run, our paws thrumming against the earth. No matter how hard we pushed, ran or even jumped, I couldn't escape the images of his hands on her thigh, the way he held her down and the way that they looked at each other. I howled in anger, scaring off even more birds as I ran. I hadn't felt this way for two years. I thought about her but I never imagined that there could be other people interested in her. These emotions were overwhelming and killing me. My wolf wanted nothing more than to mark her but I couldn't. I needed to reject her. Once she turns eighteen in a few days, it will all be easier. We'll reject each other, after all, it was a silly mistake on the Moon Goddess' part and then we will go our seperate ways. It will all be okay again. Leaves were flying at the speed at which I was running, mom won't be so stressed and I'm sure Olivia will be happier too!

All these thoughts twisting and convulsing in my own head, brewing up it's own little sand storm. There would be no escape until I rejected her and I just needed to hold on for three days, I've done it for two years so I can do it for three more days. A brown wolf stopped in front of me and I skidded on my hind legs to avoid clashing into them. We both shifted back. I was ready to tear them a new one after we nearly clashed when the wolf transformed into a beautiful brunette. She had short hair but her hour glass figure was out of this world. I could only stare. She bowed to me, "Young Alpha," she smiled, "your mother said that I could find you here," I took a whiff of her scent, she was an omega. "What is it that you want?" I asked and she smiled coyly at me, "to please you," she said as her eyes travelled down to my large manhood. "I will be taking care of you for the next three days," she smiled and I couldn't help but smile back, "is that so?" I asked stepping closer to her, "and how do you plan on doing that?" She backed up against the tree as she pushed up her large breasts for my viewing pleasure and fluttered her sultry eyes at me. "which ever way would please you," she slid down to her knees and took my hard, thick cock into her hands as she looked up at me, deep in my eyes. I placed my hand on her head, tangling my fingers into her soft hair as she took my whole member into her mouth and down her throat, slobbering and choking as she forced more and more, until she had taken it all. I moaned in pleasure and then she started bobbing her head up and down, sliding her throat around my cock, I was growling as I imagined it was Olivia doing this to me. I gripped her hair tighter as I forced her to take more of me, all I could see was Olivia's beautiful face and that was it, in no time, I was releasing loads of my cum down her throat and it was all to the thought of my sister. I really needed to get a grip on myself! I pulled out of her mouth and helped her up, "your mother said it would be better if I stayed in your room," she smiled and I smiled at her as absentmindedly brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear, "I think right now, it would be best." Her eyes sparkled at my words.

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