My Best Friend Brother Shouldn't Know How I Taste นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I replied. He scoffed, shaking his head. “No, seriously. Who are you and what have you done with my brother?” I ignored him again. Because honestly— I didn’t have an answer to that myself. All I knew was this— The food didn’t taste any different. But for some reason… It didn’t feel wrong either.

“Save the damsel in distress who doesn’t know what she’s doing. He’s using me. Really?” She pouted. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it that way and you know it,” she said. Walking back, she locked the door and came to sit on the bed beside me. “My brother is an awesome guy and the best brother I could ever ask for, but I can’t vouch for him with other girls,” she said, like she was letting me in on a secret. “He’s good in every way, but he has a problem with women. A very serious one.”

Swallowing hard, I mumbled my reply, keeping my eyes off his handsome face, " Sorry...I..I don't know..you...You are just my brother's best.. friend.." Something dark lurked in his eyes before his jaw hardened. I couldn't understand the reason behind his anger. It was him who rejected me and after everything, I didn't think that I had any reason to get familiar with him. A sinful smirk played on his lips as he rasped in a husky voice, " Oh right..But this brother's best friend knows how you moan when I eat your pussy, how you taste between your le.."

I stood there, frozen in a daze, the bustling crowd around us fading into a blur. Jax—no, Alpha Fenriz—smiled at me, that confident grin of his sending my heart into a frenzied dance. My mind was still grappling with the revelation that the man I had known as my best friend was, in fact, an Alpha of a powerful pack. It felt surreal, almost like I was living someone else’s life. “Selene?” he prompted gently, tilting his head as if he were waiting for me to respond. I could see the flicker of anticipation in his eyes, and it unnerved me. What was he expecting? I barely even knew how to process what was happening.

“You can’t be seriously expecting I would be the one to tell her. Come on, you’ve been seeing her these days. Why can’t you tell her?” “I feel so guilty.” Olivia confessed. “I can’t bring myself to tell her. I feel like such a horrible friend. Please help me.” I sighed wearily, hearing Olivia speak in that way made me feel pity for her. “You owe me a lot.” I said simply before taking a gulp of some juice. “I know.” Olivia said with a pout. “That’s why you’re my best brother in the world.” I chuckled. “I’m your only brother in the world.” I commented.

I retorted, finally breaking contact with the asshole. Sara chuckled, “Remind me again how the rivalry started?” I gasped before settling my full attention on my best friend whose brain has chosen to forget my most sensitive experience. “He bet on me, Sara! He gambled with my worth and as if that isn’t enough, he’s also about to become my fucking stepbrother!” I slammed my locker door closed with a strong force. I’d let the imagination that it was his head consume me. “Wasn’t that two years ago? You’ve hated him since freshman year? It’s Junior year already, it’s time to let go and you both are becoming a family…”

“Fine. But I refuse to become a cliché. I’m not going to throw myself in front of the rich guy.” “Agreed. Financially comfortable guy. Or girl.” Sarrah paused. “Does your brother even have any women friends?” I scoffed. “Of course he does. He’s not some kind of misogynist weirdo.” “Well, you make his friends sound so unappealing,” she pointed out. “Unfair of me. I haven’t met them. It’s not like we hang out a lot, socially.” Scott had been fourteen when I was born. He’d been out of the house before I remembered him living with us.

By the time I stepped out and got dressed, I had arranged my feelings into something manageable. Last night had happened. And I could not, under any circumstances, tell Piper. The thought alone made my heart fill up with terror. Piper was my best friend from middle school, my person, the girl who had never blamed me for the worst thing I had ever done in my life. If she found out I had slept with her brother, the brother who already hated me, I would lose her. I wasn't willing to lose her. So, I would be normal. I would go downstairs, eat something, and be completely, totally normal.

“ I don't need your pity!” He chuckled, drawing close. “That’s right,” he said softly. “You need better taste in men.” I scoffed. “You barely know Chris.” an odd thing to say since he was technically Chris's brother, but I felt like there was something between them. Something I didn't quite understand. “I know enough.” He leaned against the sink beside me, his gaze fixed on me through the mirror. “I know a man who loves you wouldn’t leave you crying alone in a garden.”

My instincts were pulling me toward him like gravity. “I don’t want this,” I whispered. “Yes, you do,” he snapped. “Don’t lie to me. Not when I can smell how badly you want to be fucked.” I choked on air. My thighs clenched so tight they ached. I could feel slick pooling between them, leaking down onto the sheets. My scent was getting stronger, and he was breathing it in like it was dragging him under. “I’m your best friend’s little sister.” “I know.” “I’m eighteen.”