Maybe it will be enough to entice him, make him take what he tells me he truly wants.
I glide my finger down my center, collecting my slick, toying with myself as he watches with rapture. His gaze alternates between my face and my cunt. Circling my clit, a soft whimper leaves my lips, and he takes a step closer to me. He’s within touching distance.
He rolls the sleeves of his dress shirt up, exposing his muscular veiny arms. I want to be in those arms, no matter how annoying the man who owns them can be. Which in and of itself is a lie, Ian doesn’t annoy me. We love the push and pull of whatever the fuck this is. And right now it feels like the ultimate power play.
I’ve never wanted an Alpha more than I do at this moment, and I feel bold. Without really thinking, I lift my leg and place my high heel on his chest.
“You said you wanted to watch,” I remind him as I continue touching myself. I watch his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows.
“We shouldn’t,” he says while he drinks in the image of me in front of him. I glance down at his trousers, and I can see the indent of what looks like a very impressive bulge.
His fingers wrap around my ankle, and I gasp at the sensation. “Is this what you’ve been thinking of, Ian? Watching me touch my pussy when you won’t touch me yourself?”
“Who said I won’t touch you?”
I swallow, and his grip tightens around my ankle.
“I’m not a good man, Luna. You think I won’t get down on my knees and devour my sweet, little stepsister’s pussy until you’ve soaked through this couch? You think I give a fuck that this is wrong?”
“What?” I ask, confused.
“Seeing how dripping wet your pussy is for me, it’s clear you want me just as much as I want you. Are you going to be a good girl and let your stepbrother in between those perfect thighs, or are you going to make me beg for it?”
I’ve stopped touching myself. I’m too stunned. I thought he would call my bluff, maybe watch for a while, but then compose himself and leave.
“You want me?” I ask him, not truly believing what he’s saying to me.
“Yes,” he replies confidently.
“But your pack.”
“They want you too,” he says.
“But you already have an Omega.”
“I’m greedy, Luna. I want you both.”
Greedy is right. Two Omegas in a pack is nearly unheard of, with the ratio of Alphas to Omegas. Let alone a male and female Omega. I lick my lips and stare at him, his hand still wrapped tightly around my ankle.
“We’re related,” I remind him.
“That’s why I tried to stay away for so long. You’re still so young, Luna, I didn’t want to force myself into being your only option—you deserve better. Plus, I was worried you would care what your mom thought.”
“Why now?”
He laughs. “Because the second I found out you were working here, at my club, I just about lost my fucking mind. The thought of other Alphas looking at you, touching themselves while scenting you… it broke my resolve.” His thumb rubs against my ankle, making me shiver. “You haven’t answered my question. Are you going to be a good girl or not?”
“Beg for it,” I say in a seductive voice. Even if he changes his mind after this happens, at least I will have this memory for the rest of my life. His hand slides down my leg, and he shifts my ankle over his shoulder as he gets down on his knees for me. He looks up at me, not necessarily asking for permission, but not touching. His gaze tells me he is going to take what he wants if I let him. His beautiful brown eyes are hooded by his lashes as he looks at me, and I stop breathing.
“Please, Luna. Do you know how much I’ve thought about touching you?”
“Tell me,” I respond breathlessly.
“Every time we come over to that stupid fucking dinner, I want to bend you over the table and fuck you—my bratty little stepsister—in front of everyone. Every time you give me that attitude, I think about spanking your ass or shutting you up with my dick down your throat.” His fingers graze down to the juncture of my thigh and hip. “Do you think about me, Luna?”
“Yes, since I presented,” I blurt out because I’ve had this fantasy so many times I can’t count. “Ever since I scented you the first time. I’ve used my fingers on myself before, wishing it was you.”
“Please let me touch, I’ll be so good for you,” he says with a conflicted gaze.
