13. Luna
Luna
“L una?” Ian’s groggy voice asks .
“That’s me,” I say and want to slap myself after saying it.
I couldn’t sleep because the room is different, and it doesn’t smell like me.
I came out to the pool, hoping the night air would help.
But it seems like whatever James gave me helps more.
But I didn’t want to go back to ‘my’ room.
Honestly, I was hoping that James would have been up for a little Omega snuggle, but it’s clear that it isn’t his thing.
I’ll respect his boundaries, I just hope that he can open up to me.
Knowing that he is interested in me more than just a fix for his pack means a lot to me. I will crack his little shell.
“What’s wrong, baby?”
“Couldn’t sleep.”
“C’mere,” he says in a raspy voice. Not needing to be told twice, I’m climbing into his massive bed and sliding under the sheets with my stepbrother.
It feels like forever ago that he touched me, but something about this feels more intimate.
He wraps his large body around mine, and his hard cock pushes against my back.
I squeak lightly. Okay, so Ezra wasn’t joking about him having a monster cock.
He smells my hair and sighs. I can feel the muscle of his cheek against my hair. “You spent some time with James?”
I nod and grip his forearm, holding him close to me. “I did. I still don’t completely know what he wants. But I’m going to find out.”
“If anyone can, it’s you.”
There’s some silence, and I sigh, the back of my head resting against his chest. Something about us being together still feels so wrong even though it feels so right.
“Ian?”
“Mmm?”
“What are we going to tell people?”
“That I seduced my sweet, little stepsister and made her mine.”
“Ian,” I scold him.
“Whatever you want, baby. I don’t care what people think. We don’t have to say anything for now.”
“Our parents.”
He groans. “You need that pretty little head of yours to shut up?”
Shit. Shit. Shit. I shouldn’t have lied about having sex before.
What if he wants to do it right now? Not that I don’t want to, but I feel like that’s the point of no return.
If I sleep with my stepbrother, then everything is changed for good.
There’s no going back. Not that I want to go back to my mom’s house or stop whatever this is.
But I’m not sure I’m quite ready for that.
“Shh, let me take care of you,” he says.
“Okay,” I whisper. I feel light and a little tingly.
I’m usually in some state of arousal, but right now it feels like my nerves may revolt if Ian doesn’t touch me.
He slides an arm under my waist. His long forearm grazes against my chest as his fingers delicately stroke my neck until the span of his palm is wrapped around my throat.
The touch isn’t hard, he isn’t choking me, it’s a possessive touch more than anything.
His thumb rubs a soft circle against the side of my neck, right under my ear.
It’s so delicate, such a stark difference to the large and demanding man behind me.
My breath comes out shakily, wondering what he wants to do with me.
His other hand squeezes my hip, pushing my ass harder against him.
There’s a low rumble in his chest, and I can’t help but grind against him.
His breath is fanning against my face, and when I feel his lips against my cheek, it feels like my skin is on fire.
He still hasn’t kissed me, but with his lips so close, I’m hoping that he does.
Except he doesn’t move. Just moving me against him, it’s almost like what I fantasized when I worked at Lavender Moon.
The way I would dance on Ian, even though we’re lying down, it feels just about the same.
Ian slides his hand across my stomach, and the tips of his fingers pull up the hem of my shirt before slipping under the waistband of my shorts.
The pace of his breathing increases as his hand goes lower, his middle finger touching my clit first with a few slow taps before going lower toward my entrance.
“Never going to get enough of this, little moon.” He squeezes my throat slightly before dipping his fingers inside of my wetness with a low groan against my hair.
Ian’s fingers are like heaven; I never want him to stop touching me.
His touches are exploratory, the complete contrast of utter dominance that he showed in the back room of Lavender Moon.
He’s showing me that he can be soft and not always domineering.
I’m not sure which side I enjoy more. As his lips touch my cheek and his breath hitches, I find myself loving this side.
I know my body agrees. I can feel my wetness on my thighs and the damp material of my shorts as Ian lazily fucks me with his fingers. The ball of his palm hits my clit with each pronounced flick of his fingers.
I can’t help the wanton gasp that escapes my lips as he picks up the pace. Each of my hands has found purchase on his forearms. And as soon as my hands are on him, he picks up the pace. The sound of him filling my cunt and our heavy breathing are the only sounds filling his spacious room.
My hips can’t help but to cant against his hand, making me push against his rock hard length. His hips meet each one of my thrusts, and his low moan against my ear has me gripping his fingers with need.
I need Ian.
“Fuck. Are you trying to make me come by just rubbing this sweet ass on me?”
“Mmm,” is the only response I can come up with because everything just feels so good. The idea that I could make someone as powerful as Ian come without hardly trying makes me feel powerful. That’s what I’ve been searching for all along, isn’t it?
His words spur me on as I push against him, and he keeps finger fucking me. He picks up his speed, and so do I, a low whimper ripping out of my throat, and Ian shows his approval by giving my neck a little squeeze.
“Come on, baby. Come on your stepbrother’s fingers. I fucking need it.”
That’s what completely shatters me. Is it fucked up that I get off when he continues to call himself my stepbrother?
Probably, but right now I don’t care if it’s wrong when it feels this good.
His grip is heavy on my throat as my cunt squeezes against his fingers, my back arching and ass pushing against his dick.
If I wasn’t already coming, the moan escaping Ian’s lips would have sent me over the edge. I feel a small patch of warmth against my back. I did it, I made Ian Martinez come without touching him with my hands, mouth, or having sex with him.
I might not have believed him when he said I didn’t need to work at Lavender Moon to feel powerful. But at this moment, I feel like a goddess, and I’ll be damned if I let anyone take this feeling away from me.
That high is short lived when my release subsides and Ian gets up from the bed. The loss of his physical touch feels like a limb being removed, and I wish I could stop the whine that escapes my lips.
Ian is suddenly at the side of the bed. “Hey, just getting us cleaned up before bed.”
He places a soft kiss against my hair, and the last thought before I drift off to sleep is why the fuck he hasn’t kissed me.
There’s a soft snore and a heavy arm draped over my chest when someone whispers my name.
“Hmm?”
“Did you still want to go to work with me, love?”
“Hmm?”
“It’s okay if you need sleep.”
I blink my eyes a few times to finally see that Ezra is standing in front of me. He’s wearing a white polo with the zoo’s name embroidered on the breast pocket. His hair is pushed back, and his glasses are perched on his nose. Simply put, he looks handsome and very edible.
I rub my eyes and push Ian’s arm off of my waist. He grumbles and squeezes me tighter.
“No, I want to come,” I tell Ezra, and the beaming smile that takes over his face is all the reassurance I need.
I might regret it when I’m half asleep all day.
But the truth is, I love animals, and getting to see what Ezra does is exciting.
The realty is, that living in this house, I don’t think I’ll be getting much sleep as it is.
“More sleep,” Ian grumbles behind me, and I pat his hand, taking it off my hip. He turns and lies on his stomach, gripping a pillow. The view of his muscular bare back has me licking my lips, but I shake the sexual thoughts out of my head. It’s time to be professional and go with Ezra.
“How much time do I have?” I ask him.
“Think you could get ready in twenty? We can stop for coffee and breakfast on the way.”
“Yeah, I can do that.”
Ezra gives me a smile, and I nearly trip while going to my room.
When I look in the mirror, I grimace. There’s some mascara under my eyes, and my hair looks like two raccoons had a fight inside of the blonde locks.
He looked at me like he’d never seen anything more beautiful.
I can’t help the giddy feeling that follows me to the shower.
I make quick work of washing myself and trying to detangle the nest living on the top of my head.
I follow suit, wearing a short sleeve, simple shirt, a pair of jeans, and boots. When I walk downstairs with my hair still slightly damp and minimal makeup on, Ezra wraps an arm around my shoulder. “You look perfect,” he says.
I can’t help but smile at him with the small phrase of praise.
When I lived with my mom, it was like I would take any crumb of a compliment she would give me.
I’ve been here such a short time, and the amount of times I’ve felt like I’m good has been overwhelming. Can it truly be this easy to be happy?
The drive to the zoo is quiet, and I’m thankful as I almost fall asleep at least three times.
My late night chat with James and the even later finger bang with Ian is finally catching up to me.
When Ezra puts an iced chai and a chocolate croissant in my hand, I hum in approval and slowly let the sugar and caffeine help keep me awake.
When we get to the zoo, Ezra parks in the facility parking spots, and I already know at this point that all the guys seem a little touchy about getting car doors and such, so I wait for him to open my door for me.
As soon as I’m out, he holds out a lightweight black vest with the logo on the left chest.
I grin as he helps me put it on, and I can’t help but feel proud. Proud that Ezra is willing to take me to where he works, and even more proud as he walks into work with his hand wrapped around mine.
It’s simple with Ezra. He’s an Alpha, and I’m an Omega. There’s no confusion like there is between Ian and I or even James, with both of us being Omegas.
“We’re going to check on Kenzie and her pup.”
An excited squeal slips out, and Ezra squeezes my hand and smiles. Who wouldn’t be excited to see a baby lemur?
As we walk through the back of the zoo, we meet a few of Ezra’s co-workers.
Every time he introduces me, he says, “Our Omega, Luna.” Thank god I wore scent-blocking panties because how is a girl supposed to hear that and not get wet?
There’s no falter in the way he says it, and he always says ‘our,’ not just mine.
A few of his co-workers give him a confused look, no doubt knowing that he already has an Omega, but everyone is friendly and kind as he introduces me.
It’s almost overwhelming being shown off like this.
It’s clear that Ezra is proud to be seen with me, and it’s something I’m not used to.
But I soak up every single second of it.
When we finally get to Lemur island, four bounding ring-tailed lemurs come bouncing toward Ezra. His smile is bright as they all cuddle together and wait patiently at the tree house. I spot the tiny, little pup clinging onto one of the lemurs, and I can’t help but stare and smile.
“That’s Kenzie and Kit. How are we doing today, darling?” he asks the lemur, and I nearly faint. “The three others are Terrance, Tonya, and Hugh.”
“Oh my goodness, they are so cute.”
“They are. They’re pretty docile, but we try to keep their habitat as close to nature as possible. All of them came from a man who was keeping them as pets.”
I try not to judge the guy too hard, because they are adorable, but they’re wild animals. They shouldn’t be pets.
“Kenzie was already pregnant when she came to us,” he tells me as he carves out a pumpkin and starts filling it with fruit. The lemurs watch him intensely, and the small mammals make noises of encouragement as they watch.
“Oi, hold your horses, will ya? Hugh is a bit of an arsehole.” I cover my laugh with my hands as I watch the small lemur throw a fit.
“Stay here, all right?” he tells me, and I nod my head.
I watch as he enters the enclosure and places the two pumpkins on their tree house.
There is clearly a hierarchy. Kenzie, her pup, and Tonya take one pumpkin, and Hugh and Terrance share another.
I watch as Ezra stealthily takes a look at Kenzie and her baby, making sure that they are doing fine.
He seems pleased as he cleans up a few things in their enclosure and does a check of the perimeter.
I may not actively be doing something, but all my sleepiness has left as I watch Ezra work and see how much joy his work brings him. Seeing him happy gives me butterflies. I don’t know this Alpha well, but I really want to.