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~~~ “Oh, goddess! Cassian!” 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. “Oh goddess, oh goddess!” 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. That’s 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 wasn’t the first time he had held me like that, but this time felt different. “What are you doing here?” 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. “No panties, huh?” 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 couldn’t; 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. “Brother…!” “Angela?” 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. “I… I… um. I'm sorry.” 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 they’d 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… “Angel… Are you asleep?” Mom's unsure voice calls from outside the door, snapping me out of my thoughts. “Oh, my.” 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. ‘Oh, Selene, don't punish me for this. Lusting after the forbidden.’ I pray inwardly. “Angel…?” “Mom, is that you?” I ask with a feigned drowsy voice. “Yes, sweety, did I wake you?” “It'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. “Mom. Why are you here?” I inquire, smiling softly at her after yawning. "Sorry to wake you. Baby.” 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. “I know my baby won't forget.” She reassures me, cupping my cheeks tenderly, with a contagious smile that makes her eyes sparkle. Making me smile genuinely at her this time. “Your brother just arrived, and guess what?” Mom asks, her excitement palpable. “Melinda is pregnant.” I say, unable to hide my disappointment and anger. “Oh, 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.” She suggests, then leans in and whispers into my ear, “This is a secret, but your dad and I aren’t fond of her either.” 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. “Brother loves her mother, and that's what matters. She's his choice. And it's time we accept that. So is she indeed pregnant?” She shakes her head, a huge smile appearing on her face. “Your brother booked us an all-inclusive week-long getaway for our anniversary.” “Oh, that’s so thoughtful of him.” I smile, somehow relieved that Melinda isn't pregnant, but then I frown as a thought comes to my mind and demands, “So you guys won't be here for my birthday?” “No. We'll be back in the morning on your birthday.” Mom informs me with a sad look. “It'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 couldn’t sneak over to Brandon’s place after work either, since Dad always drives me home. “Oh, about that, we’ve already made arrangements for you to stay at your brother’s.” “You what?!” I exclaim so loud, my voice echoes off the wall.Hi👋 lovelies, I know many readers are curious about their real relationship. Just to clarify, they are not real siblings. It's just that they do not know yet. No worries, there is nothing inappropriate in the story, so feel free to enjoy. I look forward to hearing your thoughts! ❤Love, Fireworks🎆
They break apart from the kiss, Caroline breathing heavily as she leans her chin against Darius' broad chest.Darius holds her close, placing a soft, lingering kiss on top of her head.Suddenly, Caroline feels the weight behind her vanish and she asks Darius.“My wings... are they gone?" she asks softly.“Yes,” Darius murmurs, pressing another kiss onto her forehead. “The fever has broken for now. How do you feel?”“Exhausted,” Caroline admits, letting out a small, tired sigh as she rests her head over his beating heart. "But... the dark fog is gone." She pauses, her fingers gently tracing the faint scars on his chest. “I'm sorry, Darius. I'm sorry for pushing you, for letting my anger make me doubt you.”Darius shakes his head, his jaw tightening slightly with fury toward the real perpetrator.“Don't ever apologize for protecting your heart,” Darius says firmly, looking down into her eyes. “Valerie set a trap, and I was reckless to leave my guard down. But I promise you, Caroline, sh
“Caroline?” Darius's voice is hoarse, laced with raw awe. “You have… wings.”Caroline opens her mouth, but her body goes limp as she collapses against Darius's chest, her skin glowing and burning to the touch. Her chest heaves with fast, uneven breaths.Darius looks down at her, his hand sliding up to wrap tightly around her as his arm drapes over her waist, pulling her flush against him.His fingers gently stroke her damp hair away from her face, tucking it behind her ears, then his thumb softly traces the smooth line of her cheekbone.“Darius… I—I just found out my dad is Hades. And I think the curse broke my mother's spell. It shattered whatever was hiding me.”Darius nods, suddenly recalling Aida's earlier words about Caroline's bloodline.“You're burning up. Is the heat taking hold of you again?” Darius asks.Caroline shakes her head slowly before lying back, listening to Darius's steady heartbeat.After an intense silence, Caroline breaks it.“Darius, I have no idea how to make
As the kiss deepens, Darius finds himself fully hard inside Caroline once more. Breaking the kiss, he rests his forehead against hers, his breath hitching. “Fuck, love... I'm hard again,” he rasps. “I know. Do you want me to—?” she starts to ask, but Darius gently shakes his head. “Let me.” Without pulling his hard length out of her, he smoothly flips their positions, trapping her beneath him once more. They lose themselves in the heat all over again. Caroline moans and cries out, begging him for more as Darius grunts and growls at the tight squeeze of her walls clenching around him. He can never get enough of being buried inside her. Darius thrusts deep once more, and Caroline’s body goes limp as her third orgasm crashes over her. Her nails dig into his back, clawing at his skin as her grip tightens, but he doesn't slow down. He pounds deep into her, his mouth around one sensitive peak, sucking, while his free hand kneads the other. “Ah—fuck!” Caroline cries out under his rel
Darius doesn't move.He stays buried inside her, his hips flush against Caroline's, the whole thick length of him buried so deep she feels the pressure behind her ribs, every throb of his thick length.“Please…” Caroline begs.Her back arches off the mattress, her heels digging into the sheets, and every muscle in her body is locked down around him at once.Darius holds still.His jaw clenches so hard the muscle jumps under the skin, and his breath comes rough through his nose while her body works to make room for him.Tight. Scalding. Squeezing him in small fluttering pulses that pull at him with every beat of her heart, like she is still deciding whether to keep him or wring him dry.“Five days,” he rasps against her mouth. “Five days, and you've forgotten how to hold me.”“Move,” she says, her voice broken.At her plea, Darius drags himself out slowly, so slow her hips chase him up off the sheets, and the sound of it fills the room.Slick, obscene, and loud.Then he drives back in
Darius moves like a predator claiming what is his, climbing onto the mattress and crawling over her.He settles between her parted knees, trapping her beneath the shadow of his massive body.The weight and warmth of Darius hovering over her sends a shockwave of intense desire straight through Caroline's body.“No... Darius, please…” Caroline weeps, her voice breaking into sob-filled gasps.She raises her weak, trembling hands, pressing her palms against Darius's broad, hard chest, trying with all the strength left in her body to push him away.“Stay away from me…” she cries out, tears streaming down her glowing, flushed face. “I hate you! I hate you so much! You slept with her... her scent was all over your bed... you touched Valerie…”“What…? Caroline, you’re still thinking about that? Now?” Darius asks, not budging an inch beneath her feeble shoves.What Darius doesn’t understand is that a woman’s jealousy doesn’t simply disappear because she’s hurting, vulnerable, and needy.Howeve
The crying of his babies somehow manages to cut through the thick, murderous rage choking Darius’s throat.His breath hitches.The glow in his eyes fades slightly as he looks over at the cribs in the corner of the room.Thorne, who has also been demanding blood and violence, father instincts override the raw bloodlust, making it easy for Darius to force his Alpha aura back down, swallowing the deadly pressure until the heavy air in the room becomes breathable again.Darius rises to his feet and rushes toward the cribs.Inside, his son and daughter are squirming against their soft swaddles. Their tiny faces are flushed bright red as they cry out in terror from the dark, suffocating energy that filled the room just seconds ago.“Shh... I'm here. Daddy's here,” Darius murmurs softly, his deep voice trembling with a rare, gentle warmth.He reaches into the crib carefully, scooping Sophia out first, then Trevor, holding them against his broad chest.He holds them tight against him, tucking
It was dark when we arrived at the pack. The quiet hum of the engine filled the silence between us as I parked on our parents’ lawn.I turn to Angel, who's looking out the window with her hands clasped in her lap. She has been quiet since we crossed the barrier.Her silence eats at me. I can feel t
Light hits my eyelids first. Then cold air grazes my cheeks.The next thing I feel is pain. A sharp sting that snaps my heavy eyes open.Everything comes into focus, and I inhale sharply.I am in my bedroom? The soft pink curtains. The white dresser. The photo frames on the table. Not the cold wall
Author:~~~Melinda looks at Cassian's back as he walks away; she hurriedly steps out of the car quietly and follows him, keeping low.Her heart pounds, her thoughts racing back to the moment she hugged him earlier and how he reeks of Angela, like he once reeked of her, and that could only mean one
“So werewolves are real? What about vampires? Foxes? Goblins?” Virus asks, his tone part amused, part skeptical.I roll my eyes.“This isn’t story time. Tell me your findings about the crash and anything on Brandon.”His posture straightens immediately, the teasing vanishing from his face.“Whoever







