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He just sat back in his big chair, holding his glass. When our eyes met, I felt a shiver go down my back. He wasn't mad at all. He wasn't disappointed in me. Instead, his dark eyes were bright with excitement. He had a tiny, proud smile on his face. He looked at me the way a coach looks at a player who just scored the winning goal. He was totally enjoying the show. He loved that I had just embarrassed his stepson. I looked away, picked up my glass, and took a slow sip.

Later that evening I stood on the driveway and watched the driver load mum's bags into the car while Greg stood beside me with his arms crossed looking like a man who'd been trusted with a priceless jewel. Mum kissed my forehead and told me to be a good girl for her and I did not dignify that with a response. I watched the car till it turned out of sight and disappeared. Until there was nothing left on the driveway except me and my stepdad and a week where he'd own me. He turned to look at me. Said absolutely nothing. Just looked at me with those dark eyes and that salt and pepper beard catching the evening light. He had on that slow wicked smile that meant he knew things I wasn't ready for

Mom asks seeing me laying down in the backseat crying. “Even without a wolf, the love he has for her is this intense,” Dad says before closing the door. The car is soundproof and thankfully reenforced. I see Carrie’s stepdad run up to Dad and bow. He is talking fast, but Dad cuts him off. My Dad is not going to blame his best warrior for the behavior of a human daughter. That would be bad for pack. Mom gets in the front and Dad into the driver seat. I have stopped crying, but I am laying on the bench seat staring at nothing.

But Kade’s focus never wavered from me… I was so in tune with him, I could tell he was walking towards us, and each step made me feel like prey. “What else? You’re getting old, which means you’re one step closer to dying. So Maya and I thought… why not come over and celebrate?” The audacity in his tone made Carlo’s jaw tighten, but beneath it, I swore I saw a flicker of twisted pride. “And besides,” Kade's attention came back to me, but I kept my eyes on anything but him, “we had to see your new wife, our new stepmother. Won't you introduce us, old man?”

he said. I did. “I need your mouth on me,” he said. Voice low. Desperate. “I need to feel those pretty lips wrapped around my cock. Need to come down your throat. Please, baby girl. Please.” I stared at him. My stepdad. Begging me to suck his cock in the back seat of his car. I licked my lips. “Are you blackmailing me?” I asked quietly. He groaned. Head falling back against the seat for a second.

When my parents saw the scene, their expressions turned strangely relaxed, as though a huge weight had been lifted. It was as though I were not their son at all, but a problem that had been finally dealt with. Two police officers escorted me toward the squad car. I did not glance back at them once. The car door shut, cutting off all the noise outside. It was quiet in the car. The officer driving did not say a word. Sitting next to me was the middle-aged lead officer.

"I think I'm good. Uh, Mom, can you take a look at the seat?" She nodded and scrambled into the back, leaning over the back of my seat to look at the cushion. This placed her butt in a very tasty position, pointed straight out at us, wrapped in her cutoff booty short overalls. My dad was looking at it with a grin, and I tried my best to avert my eyes. It was difficult, but my dad thankfully didn't notice me looking.

The living room was still wrapped in golden afternoon light, but everything felt different now. The air was thick with the scent of sex and sweat, my skin glistening from the shower, and my step-dad sat on the couch like he owned every inch of it—because he did. Ethan Blackwood, my step-father, looked up at me with those dark, hungry eyes and crooked a finger. “Come here, baby girl.”

Elara's POV The word stepfather hit me like a slap. I sat up on the velvet couch, my body still humming from the stranger in the bathroom. My thighs were sticky, my core throbbed with a delicious soreness, and I could still feel the ghost of his thick cock stretching me, my cheeks burned. What have I done?

But Beck continued his attempts, and there was nothing that I could do about it at that point so I simply went along, struggling to accommodate his massive dick. As I bobbed my head, wetting Beck’s cock, I overheard my step-father and Hollis talking. “As her father, I believe I should be the one to take it. You can have her ass, Hollis. It’s gonna be just as tight, I promise!” Wade said with a hearty laugh. There was some noise of agreement, and I felt the head of someone’s dick press up against my eager hole.