Chapter 3: Get Caught

"Just a fucking problem?" I shoved him hard, fighting to keep my voice steady. "You kissed your girlfriend's sister, Xavier. And what… that’s just some little oopsie to you?"

Xavier stared at me for a second before smirking. He laughed roughly, running a hand through his dark hair.

“You’re insane,” I snapped.

“Probably.” He didn’t deny it.

“That’s not funny!”

“No,” he agreed, his gaze lingering on me. “But you’re yelling in my bedroom, still smelling like me and your own slick? That’s testing my control.”

I shoved him again, panic flaring. “Let me go. I don’t want her to have any wrong ideas about me—"

“No.”

Xavier caught my wrist and yanked me against him. 

"Xavier, stop..." I breathed out, my hands shoving weakly at his chest while my fingers twisted into his sweater. I hated how part of me didn't mean it.

He didn't wait. Spinning me around, he pinned me face-down against the dresser, his heavy body crushing my back. Two thick fingers thrust brutally into my soaked heat as his other hand gripped my throat from behind.

I gasped, my eyes shutting tightly.

“Stop fighting it,” he growled against my ear, his breath scorching my skin. “Your body already knows who its master is.”

He pulled his fingers out, yanked my skirt up, and pressed the thick head of his cock against my entrance. My breath caught.

But when he pushed inside me, a broken, needy moan tore from my throat.

Xavier let out a deep, rough groan. "Fuck... so tight. You're so wet for me."

He pulled me closer, leaving no space between us. The dresser trembled against the wall, but I barely noticed. My heart pounded so hard it drowned out everything else. 

My eyes stung with tears. The guilt and confusion were too much. All my life, I'd lived in Freya's second-best, unnoticed. 

But now, as Xavier took me roughly from behind, I finally felt wanted. Even if it was dirty. Even if it was wrong.

I pushed back against him harder, riding his cock with shameless need. A desperate whine escaped my lips.

Xavier stilled for a fraction of a second, surprised by my sudden surrender, before laughing darkly.

“There she is,” he groaned, fisting my wild hair and yanking my head back to expose my throat. “My hungry little omega. No way Freya would ever take my cock like this. She’s too busy trying to be perfect. But you?” He slammed into me harder, bottoming out with every thrust. “You light up when I treat you like the sinful secret you are.”

I was so close to coming, clenching around him like I never wanted him to leave.

“I could claim you right now,” he groaned, his voice hoarse with lust as he stretched me open. “Sink my teeth into your neck while I tame this greedy cunt. Make you mine before your sister even gets upstairs.”

"Xavier," I gasped, trying to keep up with his rough pace.

Clack... clack... clack.

"Xavier?" Freya called from downstairs. Her voice carried clearly through the house. "Honey? Where are you?"

We both froze.

Xavier’s cock throbbed hard inside me, his grip on my hips tightening painfully. My heart pounded, terror flooding my veins even as my body screamed for him to keep going. Freya was already in the penthouse.

“Xavier?” her voice rang out again, sharper this time, echoing up the stairwell. “Honey, where are you?”

My face reddened. I pushed against Xavier’s chest with all my strength, panic exploding through the heat haze. “Let go of me!” I hissed.

But he didn’t move.His body remained pressed against me, his thick length still buried deep inside my throbbing center. He covered my mouth roughly with his large hand, muffling my protests.

“Shhh,” he growled softly in my ear. 

Freya's infamous reed soled heels clicked against the marble floor downstairs, slowly approaching the steps.

“Xavier? I know you're home. The doorman told me you were here.”

My eyes widened in fear. I kicked back, my heel hitting his shin. Xavier grunted but only tightened his grip, giving one shallow, deliberate thrust.

“Shut up,” he whispered, his lips brushing my ear. “Or I'll fuck you harder, so she hears how wet you are for me.”

"Xavier!" Freya's voice sounded closer, sharper, and impatient.

I bit my lip to stifle the sob rising in my throat. His hand hushed me, but it didn't stop the heat pooling in my stomach. Mixed with shame and fear, I pushed against his chest, my nails digging into his skin, but Xavier didn't flinch.

"Shit," Xavier muttered softly.

He pulled away slowly, leaving me bare and trembling. His eyes blazed a molten gold as he turned me around, grabbing my face. "Stay here," he growled against my lips, kissing me hard and possessively. "Wear this. Don't come out."

He pulled his pants up, the fabric straining against his obvious erection, then grabbed his oversized black shirt from the chair and threw it at me.

Freya's footsteps stopped just outside the door. "Xavier, for God's sake, if you ignore me..."

He ran a hand through his hair, forcing a calm expression before opening the door just a crack to slip outside, blocking the gap as he shut it behind him.

"You're here," Freya said, her irritation giving way to something softer. "Why didn't you answer me?"

Xavier leaned against the doorframe, his arms folded. "Shower. I didn't hear you."

Inside, I stood frozen, my heart pounding in my throat. I pulled his shirt over my head. It drowned me, the hem touching my mid-thigh, his dark, intoxicating scent clinging to the fabric. I could still taste the fluid dripping down my thighs.

Freya's voice turned husky outside. "You should've waited. I wanted to join you." She paused, her voice sharpening. "Why do you smell strange?"

I gasped slightly.

Xavier chuckled smoothly. "We need soap. Come on, let's go grab some downstairs."

"But I still have to pack..."

"Later." His voice dropped, sounding dismissive. I felt him guide her away. Their footsteps began to fade, then suddenly stopped.

"Wait." Freya's tone turned icy. "What's wrong with you?"

"Freya..."

"No." Her heels clicked back toward the bedroom door, fast. "Move, Xavier. You're acting strange. And you smell like..." She let out a bitter, mocking laugh. "Oh, I know that smell. It's an Omega in heat. And it's all over you."

Before Xavier could stop her, Freya crashed through the door, her dominant aura shattering the lock and splintering the wood. The heavy oak door bounced against the interior wall, framing my sister in the doorway.

My entire body went limp.