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Cassie trudged up the hill with her sisters, the massive packhouse looming before them. The three of them weren’t particularly tall, but they were strong. With thick auburn hair and hazel eyes. Their faces, arms and legs were largely covered in freckles. A gift from so many days spent out in the sun with the rest of the pack. The sun was fading now, as they walked through the main room and up the stairs to their families’ wing of the house. They shared a kind of suite, with three bedrooms branching off of a small sitting room. The large bathroom could accommodate all of them, but there always seemed to be a fight over its use.

"Maisie Shaffer, Rebecca is your sister. Do you really have to push her this far?!" My mom's expression was full of disgust. "I told you we shouldn't have said anything to her. She's been jealous of Rebecca since they were kids and always has to compete for everything. How could she possibly accept this baby?" As she spoke, my mom shoved me hard. "Get out! You're only going to upset Rebecca further!" I stumbled back, my heart pounding painfully against my ribs, every beat making my nerves shake. My eyes burned red as I stood frozen in place, shouting, "Mom! Am I not your daughter, too?"

My door was pushed open, and there stood my step-sister in all her glory. “Hello, sister, it’s been quite a while. You no longer return my calls.” Lily whined, and I just smiled, tight-lipped at her. If you know Lily, you know the best thing to do is to just ignore her. My parents’ golden child, and she knew exactly how to get under your skin. Nothing I ever did was enough; I was always compared to Lily. She reveled in every bit of attention, and it always made me feel inferior. She destroyed my self-esteem before I even knew what it was called.

Meanwhile, Monica had problems of her own. Lucas had been following her around, and the video of her tearing into James and Veronica had somehow made its way online. People recognized them instantly, and it was not long before they tracked down Lucas and connected him to Veronica. Soon, the internet sleuths were piecing together everything about our tangled web of relationships.

In my pursuit of excitement, I lay on the bed with my legs open, frantically pleasuring myself in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Through the dark glass, I could see a strong man on the balcony opposite staring at my body intently. This extreme taboo made my scalp numb, and I grew increasingly depraved. I tried my best to arch my back as I became a shameless, irrational, and thrill-seeking tart. My name was Layla Terra, and I was a dance student.

I hadn't considered the first night, and how inappropriate it would be for my brother to take her virginity instead of me. But as I stood with Alexander a few moments ago, discussing the plan, I realized that I had to be the one to take her virginity. My brother had not questioned it when I told him he would fuck her on our wedding night because he was nervous, or because he assumed I had already taken her before him. But it would have raised questions if he had taken her and found she had still been untouched. My wolf shifted uncomfortably at the thought, disgust coursing through him just as darkly as he spoke. “If she's untouched," it snarled. "Omegas are filth. They are tricksters; expect

Lisa screamed as both holes were stuffed full, the two cocks rubbing together inside her. “Fuck, feel how loose she is already,” Karl groaned, pounding her ass. “We’ve turned this tight little rich girl into a sloppy cum dumpster.” Ray stood beside them, choking her with one hand while he slapped her bouncing tits with the other. “You like getting double-stuffed by men old enough to be your daddy? Say it.” “I love it,” Lisa moaned, her voice breaking. “I love your cocks… please don’t stop…” They fucked her like monsters.

The alcohol was still thick in her veins, Rissa felt herself unraveling in slow, syrupy waves, her legs falling wider and hips lifting toward his hand when his rough fingers finally slipped between her thighs and found how embarrassingly wet she already was. “Fuck,” Ronan breathed, the word almost reverent. “All this for a man who won’t even look at you?” He worked her open with slow, merciless strokes, curling two fingers deep inside, while his thumb circled her clit in tight, unrelenting loops. Larissa’s head thrashed against the pillow, a broken sob caught in her throat every time he dragged against that spot inside her that made stars burst behind her eyelids. She was close, dangerously

They collapsed onto the bed, a heap of spent, trembling muscle. I sat there on the floor, the heavy heat of the "special tea" finally fading, replaced by a cold, sharp clarity. I had wanted a slut kink. I had wanted to be ruined. I had wanted the forbidden. And I had gotten it. I had destroyed my relationship, fractured my family, and turned my stepbrothers into my addicts. I looked at my reflection in the full-length mirror—covered in the evidence of my "variety," my eyes dark and hollow.

She scoots back to give my sister room to mount my cock but I pull her back towards me for another kiss. "You can watch from right here," I tell her, cupping her ass with my hand. Lauren rubs my cockhead against her wet slit a couple of times before slowly lowering herself onto my fully erect shaft. Kristina appears mesmerized as she watches my cock disappear between my sister's extended pussy lips. "Wow," Kristina whispers. "You're actually fucking your sister." She turns towards me in amazement. "Yeah," I answer just before she pushes her tongue in my mouth with a lustful urgency. Fuck. Could our incestuous coupling be turning her on? Sliding my fingers between her legs, I'm greeted by a h