A Day of Pretend Normal

Arlo 

The morning light filtered through the penthouse windows. Raphael stepped back inside from the balcony. I could tell from his face that our parents had called him, their words still seemed to echo in the air.

“Don’t give the boy a hard time, Raphael. Give in to whatever Arlo asks for the next few days. Family stability comes first.”

I saw my chance. I sat at the kitchen island, scrolling my phone with a small smile. I had overheard enough. 

“I want to watch my favorite show,” I declared, voice sweet as I queued up the reality dating series I knew he hated. “All episodes. Then we’re baking a cake from scratch with that fancy vanilla you hate wasting.”

Raphael grunted from the couch. His arms were crossed over his broad chest. “Don’t push your luck, Arlo.”

I blinked up at him with exaggerated innocence. My lashes fluttered. “What do you mean? Dad said give in to whatever I asked. You wouldn’t disobey him, right? Not the perfect heir.”

Raphael rolled his eyes dramatically, but he gave in. 

For the next two and a half hours, he endured the show. Contestants cried over rose ceremonies while I narrated every twist. The kitchen turned into chaos afterward. Flour covered every surface.

 I “accidentally” smeared chocolate batter across his crisp shirt. I laughed as he grumbled and cleaned up every spill.

The cake came out lopsided but edible. My triumphant grin seemed to fuel Raphael’s plans for revenge. 

“Fine,” he said once the dishes were done. His voice was low and dangerous. “My turn. We’re watching a horror movie tonight. A real one. None of your fluffy crap.”

My face paled. “No way. You know I’ve always been scared of horror. The jump scares, the dark — absolutely not.”

Raphael leaned in close. He towered over me with that signature smirk. “Scaredy cat. What’s wrong, little Omega? Can’t handle a little fiction after all the big bad Alpha posturing? Dad’s orders were clear. This is what I want.”

Pride made me agree with a stubborn huff.

Night fell as the storm rolled in. Rain lashed the windows. We dimmed the lights and started the film. The opening scenes built unease with creaking floors and distant whispers. I lasted twenty minutes before the first real scare, a shadow lunged across the screen. I yelped and jerked violently. Raphael chuckled darkly.

It got worse fast. A door slammed on screen. I screamed and nearly spilled my drink. Ghostly figures appeared. 

I buried my face in the pillow, body trembling. Then came the big chase scene. I launched myself fully into Raphael’s lap with a raw cry. My ass landed directly on his groin. I squirmed desperately. My hips rocked and ground against him with every flinch as the horrors continued.

Raphael froze, I felt him harden beneath me. My warm body pressed and rubbed against his cock through his sweatpants. Each terrified jump sent friction along his length. I remained lost in terror, oblivious, ass clenching and shifting with every new scare. His scent grew stronger. It wrapped around me like a drug.

By the time the credits rolled, I slid off him shakily. My cheeks felt flushed. “I still hate you,” I muttered, voice hoarse.

The storm grew worse as we prepared for bed. 

Thunder cracked like cannon fire. I had always been terrified of it. From his room, Raphael must have heard my whimpers.

 he stormed down the hall, I sat huddled in bed with my arms around my knees. Pride stayed on my face even as fear showed in my eyes.

“I’m fine. Go away,” I insisted.

“Not a chance.” Raphael scooped me up effortlessly. One arm went under my knees, the other around my back. I squirmed and thumped my fists weakly against his chest.

“What the hell are you doing, Raphael? Drop me down right now!”

He ignored me and carried me through the dark hallway as thunder shook the windows. “Not happening, scaredy cat.” In the master bedroom, he dropped me onto the massive king bed and locked the door with a firm click. “Go shower. Warm water. You’re shaking like a leaf. Now.”

I glared but obeyed. I disappeared into the luxurious bathroom. Steam soon filled the air. When I emerged, I wore only a low-slung towel. My hair was damp and tousled.

Before Raphael could speak, a powerful heat wave slammed into me. It hit like divine fire, my skin flushed deep pink–my eyes glazed with desperate need. Slick spasms gushed hot down my thighs.

“Raphael…” I whimpered. I crawled onto the bed and pressed flush against his side. My hips rocked shamelessly. I rubbed my leaking cock against his thigh. “Please… make it stop. It hurts so much. Burning…”

Raphael froze. “Arlo, what are you—” 

But I was far gone, I mouthed at his neck and licked desperately at his scent gland. My hips ground harder. “Please… only you… always you…”

Control snapped. 

Raphael flipped me, pinned me beneath him. Our mouths crashed together in a hungry kiss. Tongues tangled wetly. He ripped the towel away. His hands roamed greedily over my body. He cupped my ass, spread my cheeks, and felt the slick dripping freely. I moaned into his mouth and wrapped my legs around his waist.

He kissed down my body with hunger. He sucked dark marks onto my skin, licked my nipples until they pebbled, and bit gently below my navel. He pushed two thick fingers inside me, I cried out and arched as he curled them against that sensitive spot.

“More,” I sobbed. “Need you inside me.”

He added a third finger and stroked my cock at the same time. When I was a begging mess, he shed his clothes. His thick cock sprang free. He rubbed the head against my soaked entrance.

“Tell me you want this,” he growled.

“Yes — fuck me, Raphael. Please.”

He thrust in slowly at first. Inch by thick inch. I felt every stretch. Once he was fully inside, he began to move with long, powerful strokes. The bed creaked. Skin slapped wetly. My moans turned to screams of pleasure. Thunder crashed outside in time with our rhythm.

He fucked me relentlessly. One hand pinned my wrist. The other stroked me perfectly. Our scents mixed wildly. Sweat slicked our bodies. He leaned down and kissed me again, swallowing every cry.

“You feel so fucking good,” he panted. “Made for this. For me.”

I shattered first. My back bowed as I came hard. My walls clamped down around him. With a guttural roar, Raphael buried himself deep and came. He flooded me with his hot seed.

We collapsed in a sweaty heap.

 Our breaths mingled as the rain continued outside. Raphael held me close and pressed soft kisses to my temple. I felt safe in his arms even as regret and fierce need warred inside me.

But as I drifted toward sleep, warmth bloomed low in my belly. Unease prickled at the edges of my mind. Outside, lightning flashed. A shadowy figure watched the penthouse from the street below.