She sighs and tilts her head into the dark sky. “Promise to just talk to me. I want to make you happy too, James.”
Luna nearly whispers my name, and the sound is so delicate and sweet coming from her lips.
“I promise. Let’s get you to bed.”
“Yeah,” she says sleepily. I stand first and hold my hand out to her. When her hand touches mine, I can’t help it. It feels different than Ezra or Ian’s touch. I mean sure she’s half their size, and I’m sure that has something to do with it. But there’s something else. I think it has to do with how genuine she seems about wanting to get to know me. Any other Omega would be pushing me out and simply focusing on the Alphas in the pack. But Luna is different. She’s sweet and thoughtful. She’s the opposite of what I would consider my type, but maybe I’ve been wrong all this time.
She walks ahead of me up the stairs, and I admire her ass. It will be nice to not be the smallest one in the pack anymore. Our bedrooms are on the opposite sides of the hall, and she gives me a small smile as she walks down. I notice that she doesn’t go to her room, though. I keep my smile to myself, and I don’t know if it’s the weed, Luna’s words, or watching her sneak into Ian’s room, but I find myself slipping into Ezra’s bed.
When I tuck in under his sheets, he sighs and wraps his arm around my waist and tugs me against his chest. I have to push back my initial reaction of being touched but think about how much I love Ezra and how much he cares for me. I breathe deeply a few times and relax.
He kisses the side of my head, and we fall asleep like this.
It’s nicer than I imagined.
Chapter 13
Luna
“Luna?”Ian’sgroggyvoiceasks .
“That’s me,” I say and want to slap myself after saying it. I couldn’t sleep because the room is different, and it doesn’t smell like me. I came out to the pool, hoping the night air would help. But it seems like whatever James gave me helps more. But I didn’t want to go back to ‘my’ room. Honestly, I was hoping that James would have been up for a little Omega snuggle, but it’s clear that it isn’t his thing. I’ll respect his boundaries, I just hope that he can open up to me. Knowing that he is interested in me more than just a fix for his pack means a lot to me.I will crack his little shell.
“What’s wrong, baby?”
“Couldn’t sleep.”
“C’mere,” he says in a raspy voice. Not needing to be told twice, I’m climbing into his massive bed and sliding under the sheets with my stepbrother. It feels like forever ago that he touched me, but something about this feels more intimate. He wraps his large body around mine, and his hard cock pushes against my back. I squeak lightly. Okay, so Ezra wasn’t joking about him having a monster cock.
He smells my hair and sighs. I can feel the muscle of his cheek against my hair. “You spent some time with James?”
I nod and grip his forearm, holding him close to me. “I did. I still don’t completely know what he wants. But I’m going to find out.”
“If anyone can, it’s you.”
There’s some silence, and I sigh, the back of my head resting against his chest. Something about us being together still feels so wrong even though it feels so right.
“Ian?”
“Mmm?”
“What are we going to tell people?”
“That I seduced my sweet, little stepsister and made her mine.”
“Ian,” I scold him.
“Whatever you want, baby. I don’t care what people think. We don’t have to say anything for now.”
“Our parents.”
He groans. “You need that pretty little head of yours to shut up?”
Shit. Shit. Shit.I shouldn’t have lied about having sex before. What if he wants to do it right now? Not that I don’t want to, but I feel like that’s the point of no return. If I sleep with my stepbrother, then everything is changed for good. There’s no going back. Not that I want to go back to my mom’s house or stop whatever this is. But I’m not sure I’m quite ready for that.
“Shh, let me take care of you,” he says.
“Okay,” I whisper. I feel light and a little tingly. I’m usually in some state of arousal, but right now it feels like my nerves may revolt if Ian doesn’t touch me. He slides an arm under my waist. His long forearm grazes against my chest as his fingers delicately stroke my neck until the span of his palm is wrapped around my throat. The touch isn’t hard, he isn’t choking me, it’s a possessive touch more than anything. His thumb rubs a soft circle against the side of my neck, right under my ear. It’s so delicate, such a stark difference to the large and demanding man behind me. My breath comes out shakily, wondering what he wants to do with me.
