The Forbidden Fruit: My Alpha Step-Uncle

HunterWant you? I crave for you. I’ve been craving for you. And you didn’t even know when that started. The moment you became a different person to me. Fuck, I wished it never happened. I noticed. Everything. And then, I couldn’t stop wondering. That full, round swell of your breasts. How would they look in my palms; how soft and warm would they be against my bare skin, on my bare lips?That alluring curve… from the waist of your oversized Tee down to the hips of those ugly man pants you defended for comfort… would it fit perfectly if I were to claim the breadth of your shoulders and hug you tight, declaring you mine?Would you wrap your legs around me when I was deep inside you? Would you push me in deeper, take in every bit of me until I disappear entirely?Whenever you beamed brightly at me, those black doe eyes sparkling with the simple joy of the world, all I thought about was how to take those lips. Every curve, every tint, every fucking degree of pliancy in the cushions o

AmberI gripped tighter, my knuckles whitening against the tub’s edge, trembling as hard as my moans, “ha…ha… Hunter!” “Tighter, Am.” His cock pulled back, its thickness sliding along my pussy, rubbing me right in the middle where it’s most raw and sensitive, and I hunched in a trembling delight of heat. “It needs to be as tight as your pussy.” My knees felt like jelly; I could barely stand, much less squeeze my thighs. But I gripped the tub rim even harder to clamp up. “Y-yes!”He was behind me, his large palms was kneading my butt cheeks when they pushed them together, and then, his cock thrust through my squeezed thighs.The sweet friction of an angry scrape sent fierce waves of pleasure through my flesh. “Oh god!” I cried out, gasping hard, “Hunter! I can’t—-.” I can’t take it anymore. I need to come. I need more speed. The water threw forward with another strong thrust. “But you’re doing great.” His hands swarmed down to my breasts and started fondling the flesh. “So respo

AmberI slammed the empty shot glass on the counter and yelled at the bartender like a bridezilla, “ANOTHER ONE!” Eva was doing her exasperated eye-roll when her margarita paused at her lips. “I swear, I didn’t know he’d be here.” The fresh shot of Vodka paused impatiently at my lips. “Who?”And she pretended to take a sip. “Nine o’clock. Coming fast—.”I emptied the fresh shot of Vodka then turned to my left, and came face to face with Ethan Greenwell. Even in the dim lights, his handsome smile radiated the warmth of a guy who’d never finger another woman in front of the one he’d just slept with, especially not one whose virginity he’d just taken. I should’ve just lost my V-card to Ethan Greenwell. “Hey,“ he opened casually, “wasn’t expecting to bump into you here.”I forced a cordial smile before lifting the empty shot glass at the bartender for the tenth round. “And you look more beautiful each time we meet.” He was talking louder than usual to get over the pumping music in t

AmberThe only person I'm having a hard time dealing with is Hunter Black—and you just glued him to me, Dad. I should've just said that in my father’s face. The main reason why Blood Moon Pack is one of the most powerful clans in the realm is its Alpha: Andrew Kratos.Wise and shrewd, Alpha Andrew comes on top of all the other Alphas in business expansion. That's how Blood Moon’s commercial empire grew a hundred fold ever since Grandpop died. But when it comes to his daughter, Alpha Andrew is completely clueless. I guessed that happens to all fathers who lost their mates when their cub was barely three: they'd immerse themselves in work so they didn't have to face the grieving—or the constant reminder of it, which is their cub. So since my father was entirely absent throughout my childhood, he’d listen to anyone who has anything for him about parenting. Anyone including the never married, super single and very available Hunter Black. Still, I tried to reason with the adult in h

AmberMost of the powerful packs in the realm would host events for the public once every two months. But every year, the Blood Moon Pack would host only two major events: the birth of the heir, and the birth of the Alpha. And the invitations would go out to only the cream of the realm. As such, these parties are a big deal to both the pack and the society. If you’re invited to the Blood Moon Celebration Party, then you’re either important or famous. “I hate these parties.” I frowned at my reflection in the mirror. “And I look like icing on a wedding cake.”The tea-length dress is cute: it snuggles nicely to my curves from waist up and flares sweetly waist down. But the thick fabric makes the whole dress stiff and heavy, it's hard to breathe in it. The skirt is long enough to cover most of my thighs while the square neckline is modest enough to cover most of my breasts, showing only a bit of my cleavage.If it wasn't sleeveless, I would discard it before my father could force m