Why do I care so fucking much?
Why couldn't she just stay that small, insignificant pest who smelled like dirt and sunshine?
Why did she have to grow up to be a woman with a scent so lethal it can call pretty much any Alpha who's not mated to her side, convincing them to do unholy things with her body?
Convincingmeto do unholy things to her body.
Dear God, but my balls draw up to the point of pain, stretching the supple skin taut as my knot swells at the base of my shaft.She perfumed the room so sweetly when I handled her roughly.Her pussy got so fucking wet when I defiled the cleft of her ass.Fuck, my precum looked so perfect smeared across the red of her thong as it mingled with the slick staining the crotch a dark crimson.
I slam my fist to my mouth to keep from groaning out her name as I sit back on my heels and keep stroking.She lies there, unaware of what's going on around her.Even after that close brush with ruination, she still has no situational awareness.
Sliding out of my pants, I plop them on the floor in front of me.Precum slides down the underside of my cock, making my movements sticky and jagged.With each slide up, a thin rope eases out and drips down onto my pants.Great.Another pair that's ruined.
My knot continues to grow, angry and swollen from not allowing myself to feel relief earlier.I won't be doing that again.I need to get off.I need to empty my balls before I succumb to a rut.
Even now, I feel the pressure in the back of my head, an unrelenting ache as I watch my stepsister sleep without a care in the world.Her soft snores fan my face as she turns it toward me.There's a sweetness on her breath, as if she snuck some candy while up here alone.
I long to slide my tongue between her lips to savor what it is she ate, to see if I can figure it out by taste alone.I fucking got it bad.I know it.And unless I can fucking get off, it's only going to get worse.
Gripping my knot in one hand, I stroke with the other.Thick veins pop along my shaft with each ferocious grip.Hell, by the time I'm done, I won't be surprised if it's battered and bruised.
So close.So fucking close.
In her sleep, Lila slides her hand down beneath the blankets and moans softly.It whooshes out on her exhale, as if she intended that sound the entire time.She calls to me, entices me like none other.
I don't have to even see what her hand is doing to know she's pleasuring herself.Those small, tiny little grunts, the way her hips move beneath the fabric is all I need to know.It's all I need to see.
Somewhere in her sleep, in her deep subconsciousness, she must know I'm there.If she doesn't, her body does.It screams for me, calls to me, and demands I take her.
"Nate."
My name on her lips undoes me.It’s breathy and desperate, moaned in her sleep like an irreverent prayer.I can't hold back any longer, not when she calls for me so sweetly, so desperately, so fucking horny.I punch my fist into my pants to muffle the sound as cum pours from my cock.
It stains the fabric in thick, slimy ropes, coating it, soaking into it.Still, it pours out of me.No matter how much I stroke or grip my knot, it just keeps coming.My balls scream out in relief even as they cramp up in discomfort.
Gritting my teeth, I push past it until just a dribble drops from my slit, milking every last bit.Exhaustion overtakes me as blood drains from my cock and goes elsewhere.I sway back and forth for a moment before forcing myself to my feet, soiled pants in tow.
As I look over at Lila one more time, I force my mind to accept that she's not mine.She'll never be mine.If only she could stop smelling so fucking sweet.I turn from her and head to the bathroom where I clean up and shove my pants into a small bag so I can throw it out later.
My gut cramps as I lock the door behind me, fully shutting her out.It's delusional.I know this at my core.But I'm a soldier first and foremost.If anything, I know discipline.
Unfortunately, that's what scares me the most.Until Lila, nothing's been able to shake my resolve.Until my annoying little stepsister, I've been able to shove all distractions aside as needed to complete the mission.
But what if my mission is her?
Chapter18
Lila
The scentof slick and arousal wakes me up as I roll over in my bed.My fingers are sticky and crusted from where I must have touched myself in the night.Groaning, I flop my arm over my head and try to take shallow breaths.
Even now, I can still smell him.The scent of his precum fills my lungs with each breath.But that's insane.I've washed every inch of me.I even have new clothes.How can I still smell him?
Thankfully, my stomach growls, diverting my mind to safer things.Forcing myself out of bed, I tiptoe over to the adjoining bathroom and peek in.Just me.Even with his door ajar, I can tell he's not in there.
Just as well.I don't want to really see him again.Not after last night.Not after the humiliation and rejection between us.Closing his door, I lock both and wash my hands.It helps get rid of some of the smell, but not all of it.
I know we have to get going, but I can't stomach coming downstairs smelling like sex and regret.Stepping into the shower, I sigh as the warm water loosens up my muscles.Just as I get the shampoo in my hair, a loud knock rattles his side of the door.
