Chapter 3

FANE’S POV

FANE.

As I headed for the fridge, I could feel his gaze following me. The feast ran for six more days, hence it was not surprising to find visitors around. I grabbed the fridge handle and pulled it back, seeing that it was stocked.

It wasn’t surprising because we had visitors around.

I was thirsty at first but now I think I needed wine instead, something to take the edge off and finally reject Casteel. And you’d think I hadn’t tried many other ways to make me worthy in this pack.

“What is your name?” His rough voice zoomed through my ears, reminding me he was still in the kitchen.

I turned over my shoulder and damn, I had to force myself to look away. His chest was huge, the kind any girl would swoon over. Maybe I shouldn’t have come to the kitchen. I grabbed the first bottle of wine I saw, forgetting to check the alcohol content.

When I turned around, he was still staring at me.

Then his gaze dropped to the bottle in my hand and I saw his eyes go wide.

“You know that’s a whiskey, with forty percent of alcohol, right?” he asked, smirking. His set of teeth was straight and white. He really was a neat man.

“Sure.” I panicked and didn’t hear one thing he said.

I grabbed a cup and walked over to the kitchen island, standing by the edge while he stood by the side watching me now with a wider smirk.

“A girl who is not afraid of liquor, I like that!”

I smiled.

I knew I couldn’t handle alcohol, not too much, but I would be damned to disappoint him. It wasn’t like I was crushing on him. I just liked the attention I never got from others.

“You know at school parties, they like to give me lots of alcohol.” I smiled, opening the bottle and pouring myself some.

“Because you can handle it well? That’s great!”

Well, no.

It was the complete opposite.

They gave me more alcohol to make me do silly things. Whenever I drink, I say words I shouldn’t say or did not have the confidence to. Sometimes they mixed my water with alcohol to make me speak back at teachers. I remember getting detention every week.

Ha!

“I used to get detention every week for calling teachers out.” I smiled sadly, hoping he wouldn’t notice, and he didn’t.

I raised my gaze and his deep forest green eyes were on me. I never knew people had such deep eyes. I mean green was somewhat common in the pack but not this kind of deep green. It was too deep, it drew me in.

“Tell me more.” He smirked, really staring at me now and I did not know what to do with the attention. I had never had someone really look at me like that.

I panicked and gulped the entire content in the cup. From the corner of my eyes, I saw his eyes go wide.

“I don’t think it is ideal to rush an alcohol of this kind.” He smirked.

He was handsome.

Damn, why did he have to sleep with my stepmother? It makes me want to hate him but his eyes, they pulled me in.

“It doesn’t seem like you genuinely enjoy the taste of alcohol. Looks like you just went to get high and I knew that feeling. You wanna forget something?” He smirked, raising one finger at my face like a man who knew me really well.

Perhaps it was the way he spoke that sounded so assuring but I poured myself another cup, pushing it to my lips, I swallowed more.

“Maybe.” I dropped the empty cup and he shook his head.

“Come here.” He spread his arms and I obeyed.

Not only did I obey him, but I even gave in to the desire that lurked in the back of my mind. I grabbed his face, pulling closer, and I slammed my lips on his.

I shut my eyes, and he… He grabbed my waist.

The next second, I was sitting on the kitchen island and he was kissing my lips while my legs were wrapped around his torso.

His hands wrapped around my waist, and his fingers began to draw circles on my back.

“Hm…” I moaned into his lips, giving in to the desire that ate at my soul.

His hands moved up into my top, yanking it off over my head, and the kiss broke off for like two seconds before we were back eating at each other’s lips.

I left my eyes closed, letting reality disappear in this moment. He kissed me like I meant everything to him and I allowed him. He grabbed my boobs, squeezed and flicked at my nipples many times and I moaned.

“You taste sweet.” His husky voice was barely a whisper. I smiled against his lips, deepening the kiss like he wasn’t a stranger I barely knew.

Finally, I touched his cock and it was already rock hard. All I did was imagine it after I had seen it prior and now my dreams had come true. The length of it still made me gasp. The hardness pressed against my palm and all I could think of was how it would feel inside of me.

“You like it… huh?” He breathed in my mouth. I sucked his lower lip slowly, drawing lines in his hair while his hands sank deeper into my flannel shorts.

I yearned for him to go deeper, pulling him closer and kissing him harder.

“Fuck… me. Help me forget.”

I needed something to take me off the edge that I was on. And even though this was wrong, I didn’t mind. I had never thought that a day would come when I would make such a reckless decision, but never say never.

Lifting my feet onto the kitchen island, I spread my legs wider for him to have access.

“Really?” His raspy voice penetrated my ears once more and I found myself nodding. I needed him. I needed to forget.

Slowly, he ran his fingers up my thigh and my entire body trembled. I sighed into his mouth and I could feel him smirk as the kiss went on.

I nodded, increasing the space now.

It was as if I wanted to swallow him on the spot. I wouldn’t lie, there was something about his scent that pulled me in even more. He smelled heavenly, the kind that pulled you in and never let you go.

I anticipated him inside of me. I longed for how he would make me feel. Slowly, he pulled my shorts off, leaving them on one foot and then they slipped off completely.

Then he pulled me to him, making sure I was only sitting at the edge and my pussy was exposed to his core. I sighed when he ran two fingers over me, using my juice to rouse my bud. I moaned into his mouth, holding him tightly.

“Yes. Yes. Yes.” Shamelessly, the words left my mouth. I pulled him tightly because I wanted him to fuck me already.

And then, he switched to his cock, using the hard rock shaft to stimulate me. My legs shook. I rolled my head back and spread my legs wider, using my hands to support my back.

“You like that, huh?” His thick voice added to the missing pleasure. I just shut my eyes and allowed him to make me feel alive again.

When he stopped and pushed his cock in my opening, I paused because he was too big and my pussy was tight.

“Fuck…” I moaned.

He was that big.

But he didn’t stop.

Instead, he grabbed my legs, forcing me to open my eyes.

“Watch me.” He was staring at me with a seductive smirk. Damn, his eyes were beautiful.

I watched with parted lips as he forced himself into me. My pussy widened gently until it was swallowing his enormous cock.

Pain jolted through me, but it was mild compared to the pleasure that followed.

“Yes. Yes. Yes.” I screamed, digging my nails into the kitchen island.

He placed both hands on my legs, steadying himself before he began to slam into me.

Fuck, I could even feel him in my belly.

“Hm… Ah, just like that. Hmmmm.” I moaned, looking at his rock-hard chest glimmering under the white bulb in the kitchen.

He spread my legs wider, placed his finger on my bud, stimulating me continually, and ramming into me relentlessly.

Pleasure flooded through me and I temporarily forgot every tension I felt earlier. He stretched his other hand over and grabbed the cup of whiskey I didn’t finish.

“You are so damn tight I would fuck you every day.” He rolled out the words from his sexy lips, drilling me literally.

“Yes. Yes. I want that.” I allowed his seductive eyes to fully trap me.

He gently shook the cup, took it to his lips, and brought the cup down to my bud.

What was he doing?

He smirked and then sprayed the whisky over me. I gasped as the cold fluid spread over me but it wasn’t uncomfortable, it felt good.

He dropped the cup and then grabbed both my legs, pulling me closer, and there, he slammed into me harder. I placed one hand on my mouth, not wanting to be discovered by the others but god, it felt so good, tears slipped from my eyes.

Then he turned me over, making me bend over the kitchen cabinet and he slammed into me again, over and over until I was a cumming mess and my body fell into exhaustion.

I wasn’t sure how it ended, but I loved every moment of it. His breath. His voice. His cock. Damn, he could…

“Fane!” A grumbling voice split through my ears. I turned over, forcing myself to completely gain consciousness.

I sat up, rubbed my eyes and I wondered why my bed was so uncomfortable. Who came into my room so early and why?

“Open those damn eyes!” Father’s voice became familiar, making me force my eyes open. Then I took my surroundings in and I was still in the kitchen.

My eyes fell on me as a terrible breeze engulfed me. I was shocked to find my shorts off me and my top was barely covering me up.

“Geez, in the kitchen?” Colt’s voice slipped through.

“How dare you defile the family in this manner. Casteel had found you like this and came to call us to see our shameful family.” Dad was boiling now. His eyes were switching between him and his wolf’s and I knew I was in deep trouble.

Stepmom stood beside him, shaking her head like she was some righteous goddess. A sense of shame gnawed at me. Why did I stay here after the sex? Why didn’t I go to my room?

“Who did you cheat on me with?” Casteel demanded, his voice raised above others. Anyone who saw him flare up this way would think he actually loved me.

But the bastard had been fucking my stepmother.

My heart sank at the thought of that. How ironic for him to accuse me of cheating. My eyes moved around, desperately trying to find Rhyan.

Where did he go?

Did he run and leave me?

Why would he do that to me?

My heart broke at the thought.

“I can’t believe you didn’t listen to all the things we taught you growing up. Now look at you embarrassing our family and breaking poor Casteel’s heart.” Stepmom uttered, her voice tiny and pretty like always.

I chuckled inwardly.

Poor Casteel?

When I certainly learnt this from her.

“Who is it!” Father growled, slamming his hand on the cabinet table, making me jump.

I shut my eyes as I let out his name, a sudden shame engulfing me.

“Alpha Rhyan?” Stepmom asked, her eyes wide.

“Wait, isn’t that the Alpha of the Crestmoon pack, the one with the new business idea for wealth generation?” Dad growled, his anger much more obvious now.

“No way he would sleep with you.” Stepmom shook her head and I couldn’t tell why. Was she jealous that she was not special and he would fuck anything under the skirt?

Soon, father summoned him.

He was wearing a grey tank top and black pants this time. He had the quietest aura I had ever seen. Even Casteel stared at him for too long. Colt was intimidated by him, I saw it but ignored it.

For the first time, the men in my family seemed to stammer at the presence of this man.

“My daughter seemed to have lied to you so I called you here to confirm. We found her naked in the kitchen, were you by any chance with her last night?” Father asked, carefully picking his words.

My eyes were down.

This was embarrassing. I felt his eyes on me briefly and then he answered.

“I have never seen this young lady since I came into this pack, she hasn’t been introduced to me. And I don’t think she should be walking around naked in the kitchen.”

I raised my head instantly, meeting those familiar green eyes that were glued on me while his cock slammed into me. My heart sank.

No way he just denied me.

I could feel my heart clench tightly.

“I knew she was lying!” Stepmom sneered.

“Thank you, Alpha Rhyan,” Father said and he turned away, not even staring back at me.

How could he deny me without batting an eye?

My stomach clenched harder.

“Colt, I want you to take this disappointment to the dungeon. Make sure she gets no food. No water. No light!” Father growled, his gaze flickering dangerously.