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~~~ âOh, goddess! Cassian!â I moan throatily, tossing my phone aside after adjusting the speed of the Bluetooth clit stimulator. I grab fistfuls of the sheet tightly, my head thrown back over the pillow, my back arching as waves of pleasure surge within me, twisting my insides as I teeter on the brink of orgasm. My lashes flutter, my pupils dilating as I approach my limit. âOh goddess, oh goddess!â I moan over and over, writhing on the bed as I experience my mind-blowing climax, picturing the handsome face of the man who made me like this. Finding myself browsing through an online shopping app was weird, but finding myself browsing the erotic section was unexpected. That's how I ended up ordering a clit stimulator; it was the best because it doesn't penetrate. Since then, behind closed doors, I will use it looking at his picture on my phone, or I simply just imagine his face. However, whenever I come down from my heights, I crave more, a penetration. I accidentally walked in on him naked, and his dick, oh goddess, it was a fine work of art, and after what happened between us five months ago, I began to imagine how thick and veiny it would look once erect and how delicious he would feel inside my virgin hole. Just thinking about it makes me leak, as my core keeps clenching and unclenching. How did I find myself in this predicament? It all started five months ago when my parents left to attend the annual banquet, and I had to stay at my big brother's house, the current alpha of our pack. While we waited for dinner in the living room, my brother and his bitchy girlfriend couldn't get enough of each other, as they exchanged saliva, squeezing, and moaning. Damn, it was a live p**n broadcast. The fact that my boyfriend was miles away on a business trip didn't help; I would have gone and found him to release my frustration. Feeling increasingly uncomfortable, I couldn't take more and left. It was past midnight when I decided to go down for some midnight snack since I had skipped supper. Knowing my brother's house like the back of my hand, I navigated through the dark, huge mansion and made my way to the kitchen. Thatâs when everything changed. Halfway done with my snack, I sensed someone enter the kitchen; before I could move, strong arms wrapped around my waist so intimately. It was my brother, and this wasnât the first time he had held me like that, but this time felt different. âWhat are you doing here?â he asked. I opened my mouth to respond when he started kissing me on the nape as his hands began roaming my body. And with how flimsy the nightgown was, it felt like he was exploring my naked body. It was obvious he had mistaken me for that two-faced girlfriend of his. I should have spoken up when he cupped my breast and his other hand slipped under my nightgown. Because, damn, I wasn't wearing panties. But I didn't. âNo panties, huh?â He demanded hoarsely against my ear, his hot breath tickling my skin, sending shivers down my spine. I arched my back, feeling his erection pressing against my ass. It was time to end this. But I just couldnât; the pleasure he was awakening within me with every touch was too intense. I love my boyfriend, Brandon, so much, but he never made me feel this good even when he eats my pussy thoroughly, which is why we never had sex after three years of dating. I wanted my first to be unforgettable. I give him blowjobs for the effort he puts into pleasing me, but I had never experienced anything close to what my own brother could stir in me with just a kiss and a touch. He pinched my nipple just as his finger entered me; the pain and pleasure combined made me cry out as I held his hand, finally stopping him. âBrotherâŠ!â âAngela?â The surprise evident in his voice when he realized it was me made me embarrassed. He pulled away and turned on the light. He was shirtless. His broad chest, taut muscles, and tattoos. âI⊠I⊠um. I'm sorry.â I stammered in shame as tears stung my eyes. I couldn't look him in the eye, and he didn't say anything after seconds passed. So I fled, my legs trembling from the newfound pleasure. From that moment on, I tried everything to never encounter him, but damn, we were living in the same pack, working in the same company, with the same parents. Just when I thought I was free of him after work, he was at our home to dine, never forgetting to leave behind his clingy girlfriend. To be honest, I didn't even care what they did with all the time they spent together. He never mentioned what happened between us, even when he'd walked into the kitchen and found me doing the dishes, and that hurt me deeply. So I began to despise him. And my hatred for him only intensified whenever I caught sight of him with his girlfriend. My parents asked me to tell them if he had bullied me, and theyâd punish him for me, since it became too obvious I was avoiding him. I told them they were reading too much into my behavior. How the hell was I to tell them I allowed my brother to touch me in places he should never have? That something forbidden transpired between us, and I allowed it and even enjoyed it. And the truth is, I still don't regret it. Knock⊠Knock⊠âAngel⊠Are you asleep?â Mom's unsure voice calls from outside the door, snapping me out of my thoughts. âOh, my.â I hurriedly jump out of bed, my legs weak from the orgasm, and reach for the masking spray and immediately spray myself and the room to get rid of my arousal. I might not be able to smell it since I don't have my wolf, but she can, and I can't let them know their princess is such a bad girl behind closed doors. âOh, Selene, don't punish me for this. Lusting after the forbidden.â I pray inwardly. âAngelâŠ?â âMom, is that you?â I ask with a feigned drowsy voice. âYes, sweety, did I wake you?â âIt's alright, Mom," I respond, moving towards the door. After taking deep breaths to steady myself, I open the door, searching my mother's face for any sign that she might smell something. But seeing the bright expression still plastered on her face, I let out a quiet sigh of relief. âMom. Why are you here?â I inquire, smiling softly at her after yawning. "Sorry to wake you. Baby.â She apologizes, making me feel remorseful; my smile widens as I nod in understanding. "Okay, don't tell me you've forgotten today's your dad's and my 30th anniversary?" she asks with an arched brow. Yes, I always knew their anniversary date by heart since it was a week before my birthday. Makes me remember I'm turning 21 in a week and will be getting my wolf too. "How could I forget?" I reply, feigning a look of hurt that she'll think I actually forgot, which I really did this time. After working my ass off at work the entire day, all I wanted was to come home and release stress with my stimulator. To be frank, I've completely forgotten about my birthday with everything going on in the past five months. âI know my baby won't forget.â She reassures me, cupping my cheeks tenderly, with a contagious smile that makes her eyes sparkle. Making me smile genuinely at her this time. âYour brother just arrived, and guess what?â Mom asks, her excitement palpable. âMelinda is pregnant.â I say, unable to hide my disappointment and anger. âOh, goddess. This girl. Since you dislike her that much, why don't you speak to your brother about it? He has always listened to you.â She suggests, then leans in and whispers into my ear, âThis is a secret, but your dad and I arenât fond of her either.â She smiled guiltily at me after sharing that. Well, it's so unfortunate they'll have to manage her as their daughter-in-law and Luna. After what transpired between my brother and me, he might misunderstand me if I asked him to break up with her, and I wouldn't let him think that of me. I hate him. It's just that lust is a powerful force that can drive one to act in ways they never imagined. âBrother loves her mother, and that's what matters. She's his choice. And it's time we accept that. So is she indeed pregnant?â She shakes her head, a huge smile appearing on her face. âYour brother booked us an all-inclusive week-long getaway for our anniversary.â âOh, thatâs so thoughtful of him.â I smile, somehow relieved that Melinda isn't pregnant, but then I frown as a thought comes to my mind and demands, âSo you guys won't be here for my birthday?â âNo. We'll be back in the morning on your birthday.â Mom informs me with a sad look. âIt's okay; you and Dad deserve a break⊠But can I invite Brandon over? It would be so lonely in this big house. I ask, looking at her face with puppy eyes, my hands clasped together pleadingly. At least I'd get to spend time with him and forget about someone who seems to be forcefully pushing his way into my head. It's time to move on. Brandon has started to express his frustration about my distance. A week together would assure him that I really still love him. Because meeting him at work was the only place I managed to see him over the last four months, ever since my parents out of the blue became strict about my outings at night four months ago. I couldnât sneak over to Brandonâs place after work either, since Dad always drives me home. âOh, about that, weâve already made arrangements for you to stay at your brotherâs.â âYou what?!â I exclaim so loud, my voice echoes off the wall.
Cassian kicks the door to his bedroom open with his boot.He steps inside, and for a moment, all I can do is stare.The room is enormous.Walls painted in a deep charcoal shade, furniture sleek and masculine, and the faint scent of tobacco and aged wine hanging in the air.Everything about this place feels like him: dark, powerful, and untamed.Thereâs nothing of the Cassian from the pack here. This man, this version of him, is sharper, colder, and infinitely more dangerous.He walks toward the huge bed draped in crimson sheets, his movements unhurried but purposeful, and sits me down on the edge.My pulse jumps; the color bleeds temptation and warning all at once.He steps back and starts to unfold the sleeve of his shirt, which had been neatly folded after he placed the cufflink he had taken off his other sleeve earlier into his pocket, his eyes never leaving mine.Something inside me stirsâreckless and defiant. I stand and cross the distance between us.âLet me help you undress,â I
Cassian's shoulder is iron beneath me, and every step he takes sucks the breath from my lungs.The forest blurs by in flashes of silver bark and moonlight as my fists pound weakly against his back.âCassian! You lunatic! Put me down!â I keep yelling.He doesnât answer.Only the low rumble of his growl, the pounding rhythm of his stride, and his scent of tobacco and aged wine, mixed with something darker that makes my pulse stutter.By the time he reaches the road, headlights sweep across us. His jeep waits, engine humming.He opens the passenger door, still carrying me as if I weigh nothing, and slides me inside before taking the driverâs seat.âWhere are you taking me?â I ask, angrily shoving my hair out of my face, panting.His lips twitch.âYou said you wanted to have sex tonight. Iâm giving you that.ââI did, but not with you. I need to find Brandon,â I say, reaching to open the door, but a low, intimidating growl from him makes me freeze in my action.âOpen the damn door, and you
I spent twenty minutes in my closet searching for the one dress my mom bought me months ago.It's a red, mid-thigh jumpsuit with long sleeves and a low back covered with lace and tiny gemstones that glimmered like sin. Back then, Iâd tossed it aside, calling it too revealing.But tonight, I want to wear it.Tonight, I want to stop being the quiet, careful girl behind the glasses.I want to shed that skin and become someone bolderâsomeone who makes people stare.A huge part of me wants to see Cassianâs face when he does.Even my wolf, Silver, hums her approval.âThere you are,â I whisper, holding the dress against me. âPerfect.âI slip the dress on, matching it with shiny beige heels with jewelry. I style my hair, apply light makeup, and then a final stroke of bright red lipstick, and goddess, the girl in the mirror takes my breath away.I look different. Dangerous.I look like someone who could make any man drop to his knees.âŠ.When I step out, Brandonâs eyes darken instantly. He lea
âIâm sorry I couldnât come to see you, love,â he says smoothly, stepping closer. âI came, but your brother forbade me. He knows Iâm the one who leaked the fashion designs.âI let out a slow breath.âOh, that's, um, understandable.ââElla, you know I won't miss a chance to be close to you, not to mention you being sick. But you bringing that topic upâŠâ He pauses, his eyes scanning my face searchingly.âWhy are you distant? Are you pushing me away because you realize Iâm not your mate?â he asks softly.My stomach twists as I blink, caught off guard by the question.âNo,â I say quickly. âItâs not that. I justâŠâ I trail off, swallowing hard. I meet his gaze and ask him. âWhat if you meet your mate one day, Brandon? What will you do?âHe laughs, shaking his head, like Iâve said something funny.âIâll reject her for you.âInstant answer. Smooth. Practiced. Like heâs been waiting to say it.And he says it like love should sound like a promise, but it feels more like a threat.He cups my chee
Angela:~~~I walked into the bathroom and prepared a hot bath and went to stand in front of the mirror.Slowly, I strip naked, as I let my fingers glide over every inch of my body, tracing the swell of my breasts, the dip of my waist, and the curve of my hips, and my breath shudders out as my mind drifts, corrupted and wicked.I canât help imagining Brother behind me, his predatory gaze locking with mine through the mirror, his hands roaming my curves as though they already own me.âCassianâŠâ I moan softly, shivering when he pinches my nipples.âAngel⊠Why do you keep pushing me away? What do you want me to do with you before you accept you're mine?â His voice is hoarse, low, and laced with hunger as he teases my earlobes with his wet tongue.I gasp, throwing my head back against his firm chest, my fingers gripping firmly onto the edge of the sink as heat curls low in my stomach.âTell me, Angel,â he murmurs, rough and demanding.âBecause of⊠everything. Because youâre my big brother
âHow the hell are you pregnant?â I growl, voice low, guttural, and dangerous. Kai presses close, restless, just like every inch of me is demanding answers. Gently, turning toward me, she starts talking, soft and coaxing, the way she used to, when my heart still belonged to her. âHoney, please donât look so upset. You should know those contraceptive pills arenât a hundred percent safe.â She tries to sound lighthearted and teasing, but thereâs an undeniable nervous edge to her tone. And I wonder why, she has always been a confident woman. I donât speak. I just stare at her. âAwww, honey, why are you acting like this?â She presses in that infuriatingly calm tone that used to melt me, used to make me weak as she stepped closer. âMistakes happen. But youâre not considering our child as one, are you?â Her arms slip around me, pulling herself into my chest, and I freeze. It used to feel natural, her touch. Comforting, grounding. But now it feels⊠wrong. Heavy. It's like wearing someo








