Chapter One : The Wrong Kind of Right.

               Sophie Steele POV.

“Oh! Oh! Ohmmmm, yes. Fuck me. Please."

Who knew things would spiral this fast? Well it's another Friday night and I'm in my home, the weight of not having a functional social life crushing on me like a wave that doesn't quite know what to do with itself. At nineteen it's not totally unusual to be home on the weekend with no one to talk to, more homework than you deserve and an irrational fear of the coming Monday.

What is unexpected though is the sound of your bathroom door clicking open while you're touching yourself. Why? Because you know your socialite mother is attending some new event to boost her social capital and get “investors" for her crazy business ideas. Your new stepfather is working late, trying to seal an important collaboration deal... So you're alone… with the hot stepbrother you just met a month ago and have been avoiding like a death sentence because the first time you saw him you felt something you shouldn't have– desire, a strange yet deep yearning you don't even understand.

So imagine him pushing your bathroom door open right as you're rubbing your clit to an image of him in your head and the first thing he says upon seeing you is a low "fuuuck.”

But would I blame him for having barged in? My noise must have drawn his attention. If only I had kept my damn mouth shut, locked my bedroom door– why the hell did I leave it ajar?– or maybe even decided not to play with myself in the first place. This wouldn't have happened. He's my step brother for goodness sake.

Yet the problem is beyond the fact that he is here. It’s that he isn't really reacting. Yet…

If it had been my mother that had burst in like this at least she would have screamed at me and talked about how much of a disgrace I am to her, like the way I came into her life wasn't bad enough– out of wedlock. I could deal with that. My stepfather? He would pretend he didn't see anything and ask my mother to handle it which would lead us back to Scenario One. But a stepbrother you've been crushing on since the first time you saw him though… I expect him to just ahem his way out of this one– avert his gaze, tell me why he's here and then escape as quickly as he came in. But no, this step brother comes even closer and I swear I grow wetter by the moment at his approach. I forget for a moment that I am covered in nothing but foam from my bath, one finger stroking vigorously in the space between the petals of my clit. Soon another whine is escaping my lips, stifled yet audible.

It takes me a moment to realize that I hadn't even let out an ordinary moan. No, it had come with a name. His. And now the secret is out in the open. He knows that he's the one in my head.

“Sophie,"

Dominic says quietly.But I just hum in response.

“Say it again."

“No," I shake my head for emphasis."No.”

“Say it."It sounds so hoarse and breathy that for a second I wonder if this feeling– frustration as punishing as this– is mutual.

"Dom,” I finally whisper, looking timidly at him through soaked lashes.

In a flash he closes the distance between us and joins me in the spray, not pausing to even take his clothes off. Soon he's all I see, chiseled, angular jaw and eyes that would undo any woman taking up all the space in my vision. Then hands… everywhere. Cupping my face, caressing my breasts, palming my ass, squeezing, pulling me closer so that I can feel how hard he is for me– odd, quiet and boring little me making him so aroused. I'm literally on cloud nine because here is a guy who always went out with the classiest chicks in school– high profile girls whose families make the kind of money that would terrify anyone.

Obviously he never really noticed me and in fact has been living with me in this house like I was a ghost. Now I'm making him feel things. Dangerous, wicked things. How… flattering.

Yet it goes beyond that to the pure, naked ecstasy simmering between us; how thoughtless and reckless this whole thing feels. The high alone is well on its way to making me orgasm.

But I need more.

One look at Big Brother and I know he's going to give it to me. His eyes promise me sin, ruin and everything in between– no preamble, no justification, just raw heat rolling off him and into me like a vengeful storm. Before I can even make sense of what is going on his shirt is off, a drenched mess at our feet and rows of toned muscle pulsing with an otherworldly energy slide into my view. Soon he has my back to the tiled wall as his lips take mine at an angle and mould against them until my own name becomes a distant memory in my brain.

I forget the fact that I am currently making out with my own step brother and we're both naked in my bathroom. Guilt is a mile away at this point. All that I feel is sweet, undiluted pleasure– I'm dripping in ways that have nothing to do with the shower overhead and it is absolute euphoria; incomprehensible bliss that tingles along the roots of my hair.

My wolf only has to whisper “Mate,” just once for it all to make sense. Everything– the way I am unraveling like a dirty secret under Dom's skilled hands; how it seems like my center of gravity shifts every time I set my eyes on him and my legs feel like they can't bear my weight anymore.

At the announcement from my wolf my hitherto shut eyes open like a trap door in the dark to find his gaze on me.

He knows. His wolf must have briefed him too. But before I can say anything, ask how on earth the moon goddess could have played such a cruel game with us, he drives his cock inside me and my brain just blanks.