9. Luna
Luna
“I an, what are you doing here?” I hiss.
“Get the fuck out of the cage now, or I’ll drag you out myself,” he retorts.
“You need to leave, Ian. This is none of your business.” The female Alpha takes us both in and decides to remove herself from the situation.
Dammit.
I was finally going to do it, gather up the courage to go to a private room, and Ian comes in and ruins it. I need to get him out of my system. If I can’t have him, I need to find something—someone else.
“You’re my fucking business, Luna.” He grabs my arm through the cage, and it’s odd how security is watching but not doing anything. They would never let an Alpha touch me without my permission.
“Ian, you’re going to get me fired. Let go of me.
Don’t you already have an Omega at home to pant over?
How would James feel if he knew you were here?
I knew you were a dick, but I didn’t think you were a cheater.
” The words taste like lies on my tongue, but I’m pissed, and they just fly out of my mouth.
“Luna, get your ass out of the cage right now before I bend these bars in and throw you over my shoulder.”
“No, fuck off,” I hiss. “I’m not letting you take this away from me. You have everything, Ian. This is all I have, and you will not take my power away from me. I won’t let you!” I scream.
His face softens, and his touch loosens on my wrist, a more gentle touch. “Will you please come out, so we can talk?” He changes tactics by speaking sweetly to me.
“The owner is here tonight. I can’t just leave my post.”
He rolls his eyes. “Don’t be fucking stupid.”
My mouth gapes as I look at him, and the realization hits. Why he could touch me, why no one is batting an eye at this encounter. “You own this place?”
“Yes, now will you get out and stop being a brat?” He glares at me, and I’m at a loss and know I have to do as he asks.
I huff, but what am I supposed to do? I unhinge the cage from the inside and step out. He holds his hand out to me, so I can walk down the steps wearing my heels. He doesn’t let go of my hand as we walk through the employee area. We continue down the hall to an office I haven’t been in before.
He places his suit jacket around me, and as much as I like the smell, I push it down and expose my lingerie clothed body.
“Luna,” he grumbles.
“What? Didn’t you create this place because you like to watch? Is that your thing?”
“You can’t work here anymore,” he tells me as he pours himself a scotch.
“Being your stepsister doesn’t seem like a valid reason for termination. Sounds like a lawsuit just waiting to happen.”
He laughs sardonically. “What are you going to do? Use my money to sue me, Luna?”
“I’m sure Stewart would fund my wrongful termination suit.”
“At the candle shop?” he asks, and I shrug my shoulders. “Why are you even working here? I make sure everything you need is taken care of.” My eyebrows furrow, and I look at him. This is the least composed I’ve ever seen him.
“What do you mean?”
He sighs. “My father has no money. I fund the life you live. If it’s about living there, I can get you your own place. I just figured this was best since you are”—he looks my figure up and down and licks his lips—“unbonded.”
“It’s not about money.”
“Then what is it about?” he asks, crowding my space. His scent is nearly choking me.
“I like it,” I breathe.
“You like being watched?”
“It makes me feel powerful,” I tell him honestly.
“You don’t need to dance here to feel powerful. You hold so much power, and you don’t even know it,” he says.
“What does that even mean?”
“You could have any pack you want, Luna. Why the fuck are you here? If it’s about getting away from your cunt of a mother, why not choose a pack?”
“No one compares.”
“What?”
I look down and play with the collar of his jacket. “You wouldn’t understand, you get everything you want.”
He barks out a laugh and pours himself another drink as he leans his hip against his desk and takes slow sips. “You couldn’t be further from the truth, Luna.”
“What do you want that you can’t have?”
“You,” he replies.
I’m shocked by his words, and my mouth gapes open. I point to myself. “You want me?”
“It’s fucked up, isn’t it? The one person I can’t have is the one I want.”
“Why would you want me?”
“I’ve always felt the need to protect you from your mother. But as you’ve gotten older, I can’t seem to stop thinking about you. That’s why I need you to stop coming here.”
“Why do you even care, Ian?”
“Because if anyone is going to watch you and not get to touch, it’s gonna fucking be me,” he says with a growl.
His pheromones are even thicker. Orange peels and cedar wood are literally the only things I can think about right now.
And how tightly his dress shirt is clinging to his muscular chest. He’s so fucking hot, and he wants me—to watch me?
I’ve had dozens of Alphas pine over me while I’m dancing for them, but I’ve never felt so desired as I do at this moment.
He eyes me carefully, his dark gaze drinking up my body as I spread my legs.
While I thought the teacher at the Omega finishing school was a total bitch, I do shave, and I’m pleased that I did when I slide my lingerie to the side and expose my pussy to him.
When he groans and inhales loudly, I know I’m affecting him.
Maybe it will be enough to entice him, make him take what he tells me he truly wants.
I glide my finger down my center, collecting my slick, toying with myself as he watches with rapture. His gaze alternates between my face and my cunt. Circling my clit, a soft whimper leaves my lips, and he takes a step closer to me. He’s within touching distance.
He rolls the sleeves of his dress shirt up, exposing his muscular veiny arms. I want to be in those arms, no matter how annoying the man who owns them can be.
Which in and of itself is a lie, Ian doesn’t annoy me.
We love the push and pull of whatever the fuck this is.
And right now it feels like the ultimate power play.
I’ve never wanted an Alpha more than I do at this moment, and I feel bold. Without really thinking, I lift my leg and place my high heel on his chest.
“You said you wanted to watch,” I remind him as I continue touching myself. I watch his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows.
“We shouldn’t,” he says while he drinks in the image of me in front of him. I glance down at his trousers, and I can see the indent of what looks like a very impressive bulge.
His fingers wrap around my ankle, and I gasp at the sensation. “Is this what you’ve been thinking of, Ian? Watching me touch my pussy when you won’t touch me yourself?”
“Who said I won’t touch you?”
I swallow, and his grip tightens around my ankle.
“I’m not a good man, Luna. You think I won’t get down on my knees and devour my sweet, little stepsister’s pussy until you’ve soaked through this couch? You think I give a fuck that this is wrong?”
“What?” I ask, confused.
“Seeing how dripping wet your pussy is for me, it’s clear you want me just as much as I want you. Are you going to be a good girl and let your stepbrother in between those perfect thighs, or are you going to make me beg for it?”
I’ve stopped touching myself. I’m too stunned. I thought he would call my bluff, maybe watch for a while, but then compose himself and leave.
“You want me?” I ask him, not truly believing what he’s saying to me.
“Yes,” he replies confidently.
“But your pack.”
“They want you too,” he says.
“But you already have an Omega.”
“I’m greedy, Luna. I want you both.”
Greedy is right. Two Omegas in a pack is nearly unheard of, with the ratio of Alphas to Omegas. Let alone a male and female Omega. I lick my lips and stare at him, his hand still wrapped tightly around my ankle.
“We’re related,” I remind him.
“That’s why I tried to stay away for so long. You’re still so young, Luna, I didn’t want to force myself into being your only option—you deserve better. Plus, I was worried you would care what your mom thought.”
“Why now?”
He laughs. “Because the second I found out you were working here, at my club, I just about lost my fucking mind. The thought of other Alphas looking at you, touching themselves while scenting you… it broke my resolve.” His thumb rubs against my ankle, making me shiver.
“You haven’t answered my question. Are you going to be a good girl or not? ”
“Beg for it,” I say in a seductive voice.
Even if he changes his mind after this happens, at least I will have this memory for the rest of my life.
His hand slides down my leg, and he shifts my ankle over his shoulder as he gets down on his knees for me.
He looks up at me, not necessarily asking for permission, but not touching.
His gaze tells me he is going to take what he wants if I let him.
His beautiful brown eyes are hooded by his lashes as he looks at me, and I stop breathing.
“Please, Luna. Do you know how much I’ve thought about touching you?”
“Tell me,” I respond breathlessly.
“Every time we come over to that stupid fucking dinner, I want to bend you over the table and fuck you—my bratty little stepsister—in front of everyone. Every time you give me that attitude, I think about spanking your ass or shutting you up with my dick down your throat.” His fingers graze down to the juncture of my thigh and hip. “Do you think about me, Luna?”
“Yes, since I presented,” I blurt out because I’ve had this fantasy so many times I can’t count. “Ever since I scented you the first time. I’ve used my fingers on myself before, wishing it was you.”
“Please let me touch, I’ll be so good for you,” he says with a conflicted gaze.
“You… you want to be good for me?”
“Baby, I want to be so good for you. I want to give you everything. Please give me what’s been mine this whole time.”
I can’t take it anymore as I scoot myself closer to his face. He inhales, and his brows furrow.