Chapter 2 🔞

~ Judy ~

I swallow hard, removing my dark glasses and forcing my eyes not to look away.

“It’s really you,” he mumbles again.

“Yes. It’s really me,” I force myself to smile even though it feels so awkward to do so in front of my mate who is now my brother-in-law. The realization is so cruel and twisted.

But that’s my life now. Dreaming and wishing for a man who is mine but who is also married to my foster sister.

Back then when he was searching the crowd and our eyes met, he must have recognized me back then.

“It’s… it’s nice seeing you again,” he stutters a bit. “I didn’t expect you to honor the invitation.”

“I had to honor the invitation for them.” I gesture to the freshly covered graves of my dear foster parents. My voice strangely sounds fine, but my body is betraying me, my nipples hardening under my thin shirt from the cold rain and Kieran’s proximity.

Right then, his gaze drops on my body, lingering on the way the shirt is clinging to my skin and outlining every curve I have tried to hide. I am no longer the scrawny omega he remembers. Two years of hard labor have sculpted me.

Now, my hips are fuller, my body is curvier, and my breasts are bigger and still straining against the shirt. His eyes are still staring at my body, now locked on my breasts.

For a moment, I swear I see confusion and something darker swirling in those green eyes.

“You look... you look different,” he visibly swallows.

“Different how?” I challenge, my pulse still racing in my veins. The air between us suddenly feels too thick for breathing, crackling with tension and the forbidden pull I have denied myself for so long.

He is my brother-in-law. Married to my sister.

Yet here I am, imagining his hands on me, dreaming of his mouth and cock claiming who was always meant to be his.

ME.

With the both of us still drenched in the silence and the rain, he steps closer, the heat of his body cutting through the chill.

“Two years have changed you. I can see you are stronger and less... broken.” He says.

“Well, I had no other choice but to survive no matter what.” I throw back at him.

He says nothing, but his fingers suddenly brush my arm, sending sparks racing across my skin.

I jerk back, shame and desire warring inside me as the bond flares to life in my chest, the wave crashing all over my body and making my core clench with desire.

Fuck.

His touch was innocent.

Or is that not true?

“Please don’t touch me again, Alpha.” The title slips out of my mouth, accidentally laced with venom. However, my body is trembling and I hope he thinks I am shivering because of the rain.

I want him. I have always wanted him. I have always craved his rough possessive touch in my dreams.

Only in my dreams because I know I can never have him in this cruel reality of my life.

Just then, the rain slows to a drizzle. Many of the mourners are already gone.

I should leave too—

“Hi honey, I have been looking everywhere for you.”

Eliza.

She approaches us.

And the instant she sees me, her eyes narrow like daggers.

“Judy? What are you doing here? You were banished.” She flings the words at my face. Her tone is saccharine poison, her hand sliding possessively over Kieran’s chest.

My heart squeezes.

He doesn’t pull away from her, but his eyes stay on me, intense and piercing.

“Eliza, Judy has a right to mourn,” he says flatly, though there is an undercurrent in his tone I can’t name.

Pity? Kindness?

I don’t know.

“Kieran,” Eliza chuckles. “She has no right to mourn, not especially after what she did. Have you forgotten that she tried to steal you from me?” She purrs and leans in, whispering loud enough for me to hear, “You know she has always been jealous of me, Kieran. Don’t let her fool you again.”

The lie stings, reopening old wounds. I want to yank her away from Kieran and smash her head against any nearby wall.

But I can’t.

I am not a murderer.

And killing her won’t even be a guarantee for Kieran to like me or anything.

Sighing, I roll my eyes instead.

“Sister, enjoy your life. My job here is done anyway,” I spit and grab my suitcase, already turning on my heel.

I don’t look back.

But as I walk away, I can feel Kieran’s stare burning into my back and igniting a fire I thought I had extinguished.

I bite my tongue, tasting blood.

Loving him is like a curse. A curse that I can’t get out of my system. I couldn’t get rid of it during the past two years.

And now, I am afraid I will never ‘NOT’ love him.

~ 🥀🖤🥀 ~

Later that night, I crash in a seedy motel. Inside the room, I quickly settle and make the bed before showering in the small bathroom. The water is warm and that is enough for me even though the bathroom is quite substandard.

At least, there are no rats or creepy insects crawling about.

Done bathing, I wipe my hair with a towel and change into fresh clothes. On the bed, sleep evades me, the bond still throbbing inside me like a burning fire I can’t quench. I toss and turn on the bed, my hand slipping between my thighs and seeking relief from the ache throbbing down there.

Kieran.

Even now, he is all I can think about.

Biting down on my bottom lip, I close my eyes. In my mind, I imagine his fingers replacing mine down there, those calloused, thick long fingers sliding into me as he pins me down and spreads my thighs wider with his other hand, his breath hot against my skin as he whispers filth into my ear.

“You’re mine, Judy,” he growls in my fantasy, his voice low and rough, sending shivers down my spine. “No one else gets to touch you like this. I will ruin you for anyone else.”

My fingers circle my clit slowly at first, teasing the sensitive nub as I picture his tongue flicking over it instead, his stubble scraping against my inner thighs and marking me as his possession. I gasp softly, my free hand trailing up to cup my breast, pinching the nipple hard just like I imagine he would, twisting it until pain blurs into pleasure.

“Kieran... please,” I whisper to the empty room, my hips bucking up into my touch. In my mind’s eye, he is hovering over me, his broad shoulders blocking out the world, his piercing green eyes locked on mine as he thrusts his fingers deeper, curling them to hit that spot that makes stars explode behind my eyelids.

Fuck.

This is madness, but I can’t stop. The bond pulses stronger inside me, amplifying every sensation and making my skin feel too tight, too hot. I add a second finger inside myself, thrusting and squirming on the bed just from the sinful thoughts of him.

“Fuck me harder,” I moan into the pillow, muffling the sound as I keep pumping my fingers in and out of me with faster speed. I envision his cock replacing my fingers, that thick, veiny cock stretching me wide as he claims me roughly, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise.

This is wrong, so wrong. He is married to Eliza, my sister, but the taboo only fuels the fire, the guilt twisting into a dark thrill that coils tighter in my core.

What if he knew about this? What if he bursts in right now and sees me like this, spread out on this bed and desperate for him?

Will he turn away? Or will I finally be bold enough to give in to the pull and make him take what has always been his?

My breaths come in ragged pants, sweat beading on my forehead as I add a third finger, stretching myself further and imagining his weight pressing me deeper into the mattress, his teeth sinking into my neck in a mating bite that seals us forever.

“Yes, Kieran... mark me... make me yours,” I whimper, my thumb rubbing frantic circles over my clit. The climax builds like a storm inside me, the pressure mounting higher and higher until I am teetering on the edge.

“Kieran,” I moan, my body arching for more. Kieran is hers.

But here in my fantasies, he is mine. Only MINE. Possessive. Brutal.

And devouring me whole.

One more thrust of my fingers has me crashing over the edge, the orgasm ripping through me like a wildfire igniting every nerve ending of my body in a blaze of ecstasy that steals my breath and makes my vision blur with stars. A broken moan escapes my lips, raw and desperate as the waves of pleasure pulse from my core, clenching around my fingers in rhythmic spasms that leave me trembling uncontrollably, my body jerking against the sheets, my hips bucking wildly as I ride out the throes of pleasure.

Fuck.

Each aftershock sends fresh jolts of bliss cascading through my limbs, my toes curling, my back arching off the bed in surrender. Sweat slicks my skin, my heart pounding like a war drum in my chest as I gasp for air, the fantasy of Kieran still lingering in my mind.

God, help me.

Moments later, the intensity of my orgasm slows down, leaving me boneless and still breathing hard.

But right then, I hear a sudden knock at the door.