“You said you can’t, Tate. So no, this…” she pauses, rubbing her clit in slow circles and moaning lightly before finishing her sentence. “This is none of your business.”
I lick my lips and watch her, my anger turning into arousal as a desperate need to show her who she belongs to fills my veins. I try to shake these thoughts out of my head; I try to reason with myself. But I fuckin’ lose it as her scent overwhelms me.
My cock is hard again, and all I want to do is touch, taste, and punish her for thinking she isn’t mine to take care of. I’ve told her repeatedly there’s nothing between us, but we both know those were fuckin’ lies.
When my knee hits the mattress, causing her to shift, she gasps but doesn’t stop touching her wet, pink cunt.
She inhales deeply, and I can tell as soon as my scent hits her because she circles her clit more frantically.
Her chest rises and falls as she speaks. “You had no right to come in here like that, and you broke my phone,” she tries to scold me, but it comes out breathless and needy.
“I know,” I reply dryly.
My brain is completely shutting down as her scent chokes me. The proximity of her wet pussy makes my mouth water. I should get up and walk away. Her phone is broken, so I’m sure she won’t be able to do some dumb shit like this again.
“Then why are you still here?” she whispers, her fingers never stop moving.
My hand moves on its own accord, grabbing her wrist softly. She moans at the touch but doesn’t stop the movements of her hand. I exhale and close my eyes for a moment as I feel the tendons in her wrist flex as she fucks herself.
We’re quiet for a few moments. The only noises are our breathing and the delicious wet sounds her fingers make as she touches herself.
“Tate,” she rasps out my name, making me shiver.
I drop my forehead to press it against hers, and her breath fans across my face. My grip lightens on her wrist as two of my fingers cover her own as she fucks herself.
“I should stop,” I whisper, and she shakes her head as she picks up speed.
My fingers are so close to touching her, giving me what I want. I know I’m fuckin’ sick for wanting it. What’s worse is I’m near the edge of not giving a single fuck. I wish this was just some sexual tension, that I could just fuck her and be done with it. But it’s not. I want Lily in a way I never thought would be possible for someone like me.
I was rationalizing it, because she’s an Omega and it’s my natural instinct to care for her, but I know it’s more than that now. I want her to be mine; I want to hold her, care for her, fuckin’ love her. It’s deplorable. There are so many other fucked-up things going on for this to be my biggest priority.
But when I look at her seductive eyes and the way she’s biting her lip, there’s no denying it. I want her, even though I shouldn’t. Not just because she’s my stepsister, but because I’d be a fuckin’ bastard if I let myself have her.
As she writhes beneath me, all I can think about is how, at this moment, I don’t give a fuck. I already clocked my soul a one-way ticket to Hell. I might as well have everything I want on my way down there.
“Right there,” she moans as if I’m doing anything.
I want to slide my fingers and touch. I want to move down the bed and eat her out, or pull my dick out and fuck her into this mattress. But I’m frozen; I need to put Lily’s life ahead of mine, being with me will cause her to lose everything.
Sure, Kurt will be pissed, might even try to kill Axel and Cash, but I’m sure Lily could convince him to let them live. But if she was with me… she’d truly lose everything.
“Lily,” I whisper her name as I try to pull away, but she shakes her head, the softest moan escaping her pretty parted lips.
“Alpha,” she whines as she trembles through her release. I close my eyes, relishing the sound, knowin’ that it will be the only time she ever calls me that.
Shame and regret washes over me. I should have left already. I shouldn’t have let myself have this. Now, I’ll not only long for the woman I can’t have but now I know how fuckin’ perfect she is when she comes.
She comes down from the high of her orgasm and blinks at me, her eyes watering even though I haven’t spoken.
“I’ve gotta go,” I say softly, trying to hide my own hurt even if hers is easy to read on her face.
“Tate, don’t go, please.” I stall for a moment, and her slick-covered hand wraps around my wrist. “Please don’t run from me. I wanted this too. I want… you.”
“God dammit, Lily,” I sigh, pulling away and standing up from the bed. I adjust my hard cock and groan. “I can’t be the reason you don’t have a family.”
I have to turn away so I don’t look at her face, cave in, and give her everything we both want.
“Tate,” she calls my name, but I’m out the door and heading downstairs before she can say anything else. I briefly hear her rustling around her room, but I don’t look back as I head through the square. I need to shower and take a ride to clear my fuckin’ head.
