But good luck telling my brain that.It's as if it doesn't care.Consequences be damned.
Downstairs, underneath the heavy thump of Lila's music, I hear the soft clinking of mom cleaning up the dishes and putting everything away.I can't do this to her.I can't rip her away from the one Alpha she's ever truly loved.
She's bound to Robert.If given the choice between him and me, she'll have to choose him.No… she won't really have a choice.I can't force that on her.I can't saddle her with that guilt all because I can't keep my fucking cock to myself.
Frustrated, I jump out of bed, yank my pants back up, and stride into the adjoining bathroom.Still, the music pumps into the space, a little louder as I get closer.I can't stand it.I can't handle the teeth-jarring, blood-pumping, pulsing music.
Even now, my hips long to find the rhythm, to rock back and forth as I think of fucking her into the mattress to it.This is sex music.Pure and simple.I don't care what the lyrics are.
I give a soft knock and wait for her to let me in.When she doesn't, I try the knob.Unlocked.Just like last time.Will I catch her masturbating again?Will I find her fingers deep in her pussy as I watch from the shadows?
A low growl rumbles in my throat as I slide into the room and stare at the bed.She's clearly in there.I can tell by the lump of covers.However, the soft snores tell me she's somehow already asleep.
Turning the flashlight on my phone, I shine the light on the bed, making sure to not wake her up with the sudden brightness.Tears stain her cheeks as dark circles shadow the underparts of her eyes.
I should feel guilty.This is my fault as much as it is hers.But I don't.Not really.All I feel is a savage need to mark her again.To make her mine.To strip her down and taste the lingering arousal I smell drifting from her pretty little pussy.
It's a madness that haunts me as I look down at the naked swell of her breast as it rises with each inhale.The fact that she sleeps naked shouldn't surprise me, but it hits me like a ton of bricks.How easy would it be to touch her, to taste her?
Sinking to my knees, I scent her skin, dragging the tart smell into my lungs like an addiction I'm forced to consume.In the quiet dark, I stroke myself, biting down on my lower lip as hard as I dare to keep from crying out her name, from startling her awake.
While she's sleeping, I can keep my hands to myself.I can treat her like the little porcelain doll she is—so easily fractured, so easily broken.If she wakes up and starts with the sass all over again, I'm not sure I can help myself.
Gripping my cock in my fist, I grunt low and soft under my breath.She stirs, not fully waking, but not all the way asleep either.Will she catch me like this?Will she see me here next to the bed beating my meat because I can't fucking stay away from her?
God, but the scent as it drifts off her body makes me hungry, feral.Shame, guilt, lust, and desire all war inside my body as I stare at that one nipple, the only thing I'm allowed to see while she's sleeping.Such a perfect taut peak just begging for my lips.
Leaning forward, my harsh grunts wash over her breast, pebbling the skin of her dusky areola.She stirs then, shifting and twisting in the bed until she's flat on her back.The covers ride down, exposing her other breast to my hungry view.
They're large, heavy, and adorned with two perfect nipples.Ripe and ready for plucking.
Taboo.
Forbidden.
Virginal.
Off.Fucking.Limits.
If only my brain and cock could come to some conclusion.If only she wasn't temptation wrapped up in a barbed wire bow.If only I didn't care about her or my family.
But I do.
It's my failing.
It's my curse.
It's the only reason she's fucking safe in this house right now.Scrunching my eyes closed, I slide my hand up and down, furiously stroking myself as I picture the inevitable.If it had been any other Alpha than me…
It's rage that drives me now, an imagined impotence if someone else got to her first.It's one thing to rid an omega of their virginity, but it's something else if you don't know about it.How I long to strap her down, to pin her to the bed and show her just how big, just how massive, we really are.
Oh, she saw it.She saw every inch of my massive cock just leaking for her.But there's a difference in seeing it and feeling it.Those toys she bought, those flimsy dildos don't even compare.The amount of time I spent looking at them, reviewing them, studying the measurements is pathological.
All of it equaled one thing.
Even at the biggest one, she's not prepared for me.Maybe I'm just a freak of nature.Maybe another Alpha would have been smaller and less likely to injure her.But that's not the point.The point is, she was so fucking reckless.
Fury blinds my vision as I stare down at her small form.I shouldn't care.I shouldn't fucking care.She's my stepsister.Someone I shouldn't want.Shouldn't need.
