Chapter 4
avery
Does he want something more or am I just a joke to him?
When the lady at Bella Noir asked us if we were on a date, Declan didn’t hesitate to say that it was just dinner but now I’m hyper aware of the way his gaze keeps dropping to my sauce covered lips every time my tongue darts out to lick them.
Dad is still out, no doubt with Declan’s mother. They’re rarely ever home, always spending time with each other rather than all of us as a family.
I heave a small sigh, trying to gather my wits during this little living room picnic dinner.
“You okay? You’re looking like you might bolt.
” Declan leans forward a little, tilting his head to the side as he observes me.
I just manage a smile, shoving more pasta into my mouth.
My scent betrays me, going sweet, my cock swelling just a bit more in my pants.
I look down to see a small wet spot—whether from slick or precum, it doesn’t matter.
This is like bad bad.
“I’m fantastic,” I manage around the noodles. “Had to save you from Sienna. She was all, ‘Declan’s mine,’ like she owns you.”
“Jealous, huh? I didn’t think you had it in you, Avery” he says, leaning closer, his pine scent hitting me like a wave.
He twirls some alfredo onto his fork and slips it into his mouth, chewing slowly enough for me to watch his throat work.
“Don’t worry, I’m not into her. But you bidding on me? That’s a plot twist.”
“And we’re brothers, well stepbrothers. It’s not weird.
It’s just… dinner.” Except I’m imagining him kissing me, knotting me, calling me his Omega, and I’m two seconds away from propping my ass up and whining for more.
God, Declan would never let me live that down.
“Just imagine if Sienna had won. You’d be stuck with her right now. ”
“I’d rather eat alone. You, though? You’re way more fun to mess with.” The purr that follows his words has my back arching slightly, slick flooding my briefs. Declan has to know what he’s doing as he leans close enough for his nose to brush against my cheek.
“Mess with?” I squeak, then clear my throat, trying to match his vibe. “Careful, I might mess back.” It’s a bold lie, but he grins, like he’s daring me to try.
“Bring it, Avery,” he teases. “I can handle you.”
My brain short-circuits as I clear my throat, my eyes widening at the implication of his words.
Then Declan pushes the coffee table out of the way, the only real barrier between us before setting his hands down on either side of him.
My gaze drops down to his lap, the thick bulge between his thighs telling me that I haven’t been misreading this moment.
And fuck, it’s all I want.
Leaning forward, I wrap my fingers in his shirt and drag him into a kiss.
He freezes for a split second, then kisses me back, dominating the embrace until I feel his purr rumbling through him.
His hands find my waist, and he drags me to him, pulling me into his lap.
I straddle his thighs and grip his shoulders as the kiss deepens, his tongue teasing mine.
His cock presses against my ass and I grind down, needing more friction than that.
I lose myself in his pine scent, more slick dampening my briefs, my scent screaming with need. And then reality slams back into me.
He’s my stepbrother. I just kissed him. In our living room. God, I ruin everything. “Oh god,” I whisper, scrambling off his lap. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean—” I stammer unsure of what to do before bolting up the stairs.
I didn’t think I’d be fighting my own conscience when this finally happened.
The fact that Declan isn’t rushing up after me tells me that tomorrow is going to be awkward as fuck.