Chapter 3

Freesia’s POV

I had never seen Zarek lose his composure like that. He must have recognized it himself, as only a moment later, his indifferent demeanor returned like it never left.

“Get a hold of yourself,” Zarek’s words were filled with contempt. “Are you so driven by lust that you’ve lost your standards?”

He looked down on the intoxicated man as if he were a piece of trash on his shoe. “I just–”

“You’re so desperate that you approached an unattractive, overweight Omega girl who no one else in the pack wants.”

The man quickly rose to his feet and left the room, his face riddled with humiliation.

Frustration scaled inside me. “What the hell, Zarek?” I shouted. “Why would you ruin my chance with him?”

Zarek’s ridicule turned to me. “Really, Freesia?” His glare wounded me. “An orphaned Omega like you would have ended up as a rogue if it weren’t for my family. You should be grateful for me.”

His words pierced through me like a knife. Even if he found me repulsive, how could he stoop so low? I held back my tears and left the party immediately.

I raced home, paying no attention to the frigid breeze prickling my backside. I sank into my bed and burst into tears. Everything felt so cruel and confusing–I missed my parents, I couldn’t find a mate, and then Zarek…

Suddenly, my bedroom door swung open. It was Zarek, the last person I wanted to see.

He rushed to my side and sat on the bed. He cupped my face in his hands and wiped away my flowing tears. This only made me angrier. I hated that he thought he could both break me and fix me. I hated even more that he was right.

His lips drew closer, his nose nearly brushing against mine—and then I caught it. Alcohol on his breath.

But it wasn't the sharp, sickening scent that clung to that other man. This was different. Hints of vanilla and oak, mixed with something dark and sweet. It should have repulsed me, but instead, it pulled at something deep in my chest.

I slapped his hands away. “Get out, Zarek.”

“Freesia,” his voice was quiet, but his tone was stern. “Why are you getting so close to other men?”

His question stirred up a sharp feeling in my chest that I couldn’t quite make sense of. Was it anger? Confusion? Or something else?

For a moment, I thought I sensed sincerity in his tone. But then the memory of him and Isabella dancing together flashed in my mind, and anger took over. “It’s none of your damn business, Zarek.”

He grabbed my wrist in response and pressed me down on the bed. I stared at him with shock as he towered over me. Before I could say a word, he forced a kiss on my lips.

What the hell was going on? Not long ago, Zarek was hurling insults at me in front of the entire pack. And now…he was kissing me?

“Mmph–Get off of me, you psycho!”

I pleaded, but it was no use. The force of the kiss held me in place.

I bit his lip. Hard. But instead of pulling away, his intensity only deepened. A metallic taste filled my mouth as he continued.

“None of my business? What about the diary you wrote when you were seventeen?” My stomach knotted. I hated that he remembered that day as well as I did. “Haven’t you always liked me? Don’t you want to do all those things you dreamed about with me?”

My heart was pounding. Did he know I still had feelings for him? Did I fail to convince him otherwise?

“You’re just a brother to me now.”

“A brother?” Zarek laughed. “Please, we aren’t even related by blood. Stop pretending you have no interest in me.”

He knows. He saw right through me. “Why are you doing this? Is this some new way to torture me?” My voice came out desperate. Truthfully, I was desperate. Desperate to end this torment. Desperate to erase the past. Desperate for his…

“Why? I have a better question,” his dark brown eyes gazed into mine, and I felt my throat grow dry. “Why was it okay to do this with your ex-boyfriends, but not me?”

Fuck. Why the hell did I lie to him and say that I had experience in bed? I couldn’t tell him the truth, nor did I want to. His body pressed against mine, igniting warmth all over my body. I couldn’t lie to myself. I wanted him.

I had no choice but to go through with it. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and pushed my lips against his.

I was ready to show off my “experience,” but Zarek took the lead. His lips found their way to my neck, licking and sucking at it like a wild animal. His breath was hot on my skin, sending shivers down my spine with every touch.

He leaned back and tore open his shirt in one fell swoop, sending stray buttons flying across the room. I traced my fingers down his chest, slowly caressing his rigid abs. His breathing grew heavier with my touch; it was electrifying.

A moment later, he ravenously ripped off the remains of my dress. The aggressive nature with which he moved only heightened my arousal. This body, the one I’d grown to hate, had turned Zarek into a beast captivated by desire.

He traced his hands from my neck to my hips, causing my legs to grow weak. He placed a finger between my thighs and caressed my moist slit over my underwear. I held my breath with anticipation–I needed more. His touch taunted me. I shifted my gaze to his face, which was overtaken by a primal lust.

His thick fingers pulled my now soaking underwear aside. He slowly inserted a finger into my pussy, eliciting a fierce moan from my lips. I covered my mouth, but Zarek grasped my wrists with his free hand.

“My father will be out all night. You don’t need to hold back.” His advice felt more like a command, but I hesitated. Was it really okay to let him know how much I was enjoying this?

He freed my wrists to remove my underwear. I suddenly felt self-conscious of their childish pattern, but Zarek was only interested in what was beneath them. He brought his lips to my slit. We locked eyes for only a moment before connecting his tongue with my pussy.

I could no longer stifle my voice. Moans surfaced from the depths of my body–the parts that have longed for years to be touched by this man. It was better than anything I could have imagined. The louder I cried, the more passionately Zarek ate me out.

I drowned myself in this dangerous yet alluring sex. Just before I climaxed, he pulled away. The sounds of panting echoed between us. Zarek’s frenzied eyes looked into mine as he unzipped his pants and released his cock from his briefs.

He stroked his thick erection a few times and leaned over me, not breaking eye contact once. My cheeks burned as the tip of his cock glided down my moist slit. I winced. His eyes searched mine, and I wondered if he saw my nerves.

“Frees,” his voice was strained. Frees? I’d never heard him use that nickname. “I’m going to put it inside.”

My mind was reeling. Knowing I was about to cross this line with my stepbrother was terrifying, but it tantalized me even more.

I closed my eyes and nodded.

A second later, his warm cock penetrated my walls. Zarek exhaled passionately. The mixture of his spit and my wetness allowed him to slip in with little resistance. The pleasure quickly outweighed the pain as he slid deeper and deeper.

It was all in. He felt so warm inside me–exactly like he did in my dream. It was quiet for a moment before the sounds of him pumping me filled the room.

“Ah, Frees,” he gasped. “Fuck, You'Re Tight.”

My jumbled thoughts suddenly faded away. The pain, the pleasure…all of it created a sensation that overwhelmed my senses.

Zarek grabbed my face. His cheeks burned with desire and desperation. “Did your exes fuck you like this?” His movements became even more erratic. His hips slammed into mine, somehow reaching his cock even deeper inside me. I cried out, but Zarek showed no signs of slowing down. “Answer me, Frees.”

I couldn’t answer even if I wanted to. I had no control over my body or words–it all belonged to Zarek.

He suddenly pulled out of me, leaving my body aching for more. He stared at me with heated anticipation. Of course not. You’re the only one to ever touch me like this. I just shook my head instead.

Satisfied with my response, Zarek was back inside me in an instant. His thrusts were fast and hard, almost as if he’d been holding back before. He leaned over and kissed me. My whimpered breaths met his labored groans and sent shockwaves through my limbs and into my clit.

My orgasm built until it mounted to a euphoric wave that reached my entire body. I wrapped my arms around Zarek’s neck and held him, crying out as the walls of my pussy clenched his cock.

“Ah fuck, Freesia!” he groaned. He pulled out just before coming, spilling his hot, thick liquid onto my stomach.

The room fell quiet except for the sounds of our heavy breathing. Zarek wiped the tears from my eyes before collapsing on the bed beside me.

I let the aftermath of my orgasm and exhaustion cloud my mind and lull me into a deep sleep.

The following morning, I awoke to the sound of my adoptive father knocking at my door.

*Knock, knock, knock*

I woke up with a start to find myself in Zarek’s embrace. “Freesia? Have you seen Zarek? He’s not in his room.”