Unfortunately, it doesn't work.
Fuck.I have to get my head in the game.I have to focus on the omega in front of me.More importantly, I can't keep pretending she's someone she's not.That way lies madness.
"Someone's been a naughty girl, hasn't she," I groan, pouring my verbal filth onto her as I force myself to concentrate on the omega bent before me."Looking for a bit of discipline, aren't you?"I snarl as I pull back just enough to smack the tempting ass cheek another time.
This time, however, the omega beneath me freezes as her scent changes to distress.What the fuck changed?It wasn't all that harder than the others.Was it the dirty talk?Based on her forms, she was open to just about anything.Why would that freak her out?
As I pull away, she turns, and just like the horror show this is quickly turning out to be, it's fucking Lila standing there, looking up at me, her eyes a stormy blue as she blinks.
"Nate?"she cries out."What are you doing here?"
"What am I doing here?"I sputter."What the fuck are you doing here?"
I jerk away from her as if I've been burned, but not before she glances down at my painfully engorged cock.Her eyes widen until I'm sure they can't get any bigger.
My dick is obscene.It's thick, veined, and flushed dark red, as my head glistens with even more fucking precum that drips in slow strings to the floor.Swollen and angry, my knot already pulses at the base.
Each step makes my cock bobs angrily.It’s fucking hard as steel despite the ice flooding my veins.Lila stares at it like she's never seen a cock before, lips parted in wonder, mouth forming a perfect O as her cheeks flame an addicting crimson.
Just seeing her like that nearly snaps my resolve.I want to shove it down her throat just to wipe that innocent look off her face.Want to see those lips stretched around my girth, tears streaming down her face as I fuck her mouth.More than that, I want to cover her, head to toe, in my ropey shame.
Fuck.I hate that I crave it.
Time feels like it stops.We're both frozen, locked into this stalemate with no clear winners.Once I'm far enough away for her to move, Lila scrambles over to the bed's edge and pulls the covers over, hiding every inch I've already seen, already committed to memory.Still, she stares at me, her eyes studying every hard inch of my cock.
It's all too much.Snarling, I pull my hips backward, trying to defuse the situation, but nothing helps.It juts out proudly, refusing to flag, still rock hard, still leaking, still fucking pulsing with every heartbeat.I can't stand the way she just stares down at it, memorizing every thick, grotesque curve.
This has to stop.She's my stepsister for fuck's sake.
"Look away, you pervert," I eventually seethe as I yank my clothes from the floor.
With another soft growl, I stand there with my pants half-up, cock still out and dripping like a fucking traitor.Precum slides down the underside now, in a slow, glistening trail that pools at my balls before dripping to the floor.
Her eyes lock on it.Not blinking.Not moving.Mesmerized somehow.Like she's never seen fucking precum before.But that's ridiculous.Her forms made it seem like she was experienced.
Fuck.I need to cover up fully.I need to turn away.I need to do something other than allowing her to continue devouring me with her eyes.
Instead, the part of me that no longer seems to care forces me to stand there, letting her see me, showing her just how fucking hard she makes me.Letting her watch it throb and leak, allowing her to see exactly what she does to me.
Talk about pervert.I'm the one who should have that title.I'm the one parading my cock around like an exhibitionist in heat.For some deranged reason, I want her to know my body doesn't give a fuck about family lines or right and wrong.I need her to know just how dangerous this is.Just how dangerousIam.
Her breath hitches.Small.Shaky.The scent of her slick spikes again.It's sharp, sweet, and fucking undeniable.The shape of her thighs press together under the comforter as she squirms, no doubt trying to relieve the ache between her legs.It drives me fucking crazy with every little shift.
"Nate…" she whimpers.
Her voice is barely a whisper.But I hear it.I fucking hear it.
My name from her mouth while my cock is out and leaking for her nearly undoes me.I finally turn around so I can conceal myself, but it's too late.The image is burned in as the scent takes hold of my brain, and only my training keeps me from tackling her to the ground.
Anger.That's what I need to hold on to.Not lust.Not need.Not my fucking biology.Fury.That's what will get me through this unscathed.It's what will get us both through unharmed.
"What the hell are you trying to pull here?"I finally ask as my brain tries to find a reason for this."Why the fuck are you in this room?"I call out, looking over my shoulder.
"Why am I here?"she snaps back as she tugs at the comforter to further cover herself."Why are you here?Oh.That's right," she snarls."I guess you're just an Alpha who can't control himself.Why else would you need a fucking rut clinic?"
Unable to take that tone without action, I draw in a deep breath as I try to calm down."Don't you dare," I whisper, as I pull my pants over my hips and fully turn to face her.I don't even try to zip them up at this point.Not when my cock still presses hard and heavy against the front."Don't you dare try to pin this on me.Like this is my fault."
For a moment, in my haze of lust and fury, I forget and grab the metal tab, desperate to hide myself from her inquisitive eyes.The zipper catches on my shaft because I'm still too fucking hard to tuck it away.
