16. Ian
Ian
S he wants to show up to this event looking like that as my stepsister.
Fine.
I want Luna to be comfortable, but the idea of bringing her around all these other Alphas without my claim on her makes me irate. I push down my irritation as we get to the event.
The driver stops the car and opens the door.
I exit first and hold out my hand, which Luna takes.
stepping out of the car looking like she’s spun from fucking gold.
Her smile is wide as she takes the oceanfront venue in.
The warm breeze and salt of the ocean agree with me as it lifts her dress in the slightest.
I don’t want to treat her like my stepsister as we walk down the stone path to the entrance of the banquet hall. I keep my hand behind her lower back, not touching, but close enough to yank the gold chain dangling down her back if I wanted to.
She gives me a soft smile as she looks around the room. I’m sure the room is beautiful, but I don’t care as I look at her. She looks magnificent. It feels real for me, and I’m not sure if Luna is still having a hard time grappling that this is her future.
There are a few hundred people at this black tie event. Heels clicking, champagne glasses tapping, and the undertone of consistent chatter fill up the large banquet hall.
“Ian,” a male voice says, forcing me to take my gaze away from Luna and look at him. Keith Myers. Don’t really like him, but he owns the biggest concrete company in the tri-state area, so it’s best to be cordial.
“Keith,” I nod my head in acknowledgement.
“And who is this?” he asks, looking at Luna with far more interest than I like.
“This is Luna.”
“And where is James?” he asks, and I have to hold in a growl.
Not only is he eyeing up Luna like she’s a prized piece of meat, but he’s done the same to James before.
While I get why someone would be looking at my Omegas like this, they’re mine, and I can’t be held accountable for my actions when it comes to being possessive of them.
“This is more of my kind of thing, so he stayed home,” Luna’s soft voice says, and I can’t help as my hand touches her bare back. I feel her shiver, and she takes a step closer to me.
“Two Omegas? You greedy dog.”
I don’t reply, and Luna clears her throat.
“Need champagne, baby?” I ask, and she arches an eyebrow at me. “Excuse us, Keith.” I give him a nod and direct her over to the next table.
“What happened to me being Luna, your stepsister, tonight?”
I hand her the champagne flute, which she holds delicately in her fingers and takes a sip.
“I couldn’t have Keith thinking that you were a possibility.” She hums as she sips on her champagne and takes in more of the room.
“So I’m not a possibility for Keith?” she says with a smirk, pushing me.
I lean forward, pushing her hair off her shoulder and whispering against the shell of her ear. “You know damn well he isn’t a possibility, little moon. Do you think Keith could take care of your pussy better than your stepbrother can?”
She chokes a little on her next swallow.
“Now be a good girl, and I’ll show you how good I can be for you later tonight.” I watch her throat bob as I stand back to my full height and look at her with a smirk. I love having this effect on her. Rendering Luna speechless is probably one of my new favorite hobbies.
There’s a clicking noise over the speaker. “Please take a seat. The presentation and dinner will begin soon.”
With my hand back on her lower back, I lead her to our table, pulling out her seat and pushing it in before sitting in my own. The table guests couldn’t be worse. Keith just so happens to be sitting next to Luna, and Darcy, the Beta who refuses to take a hint, sits next to me.
“Oh, who is your guest ?” Darcy asks, specifically avoiding the word date.
“This is Luna.”
“Nice to meet you,” Luna says with a small wave and then fiddles with the stem of her glass.
Darcy furrows her brows. “Is she an employee of yours? Where’s your pack?”
“I’m his stepsister,” she says, taking the champagne and drinking faster than I would like. Darcy smiles widely, and I groan at Luna’s fuck up.
Keith clearly takes an interest in the conversation too, and I watch as he scoots his chair just an inch closer to Luna.
Give me the fucking strength to not kill anyone tonight. Luna included.
“Aw, Ian, that is so sweet of you to bring your little sister to the event.” Darcy touches my arm, and Luna watches the movement with predatory eyes. She turns slightly and holds up her glass to be refilled.
“Maybe slow down, yeah?” I tell Luna, and she glares at me.
Keith leans over. “Need a new glass, sweetheart?”
“I’m good, thank you,” she says, putting the empty glass back on the table.
“So do you have a pack?” Keith asks her.
“I do,” she replies. I watch as she searches the table for something to play with. I pull out a beaded fidget toy out of my pocket and hand it to her on her lap. She looks over at me with a small smile before Darcy and Keith speak at the same time.
“I don’t see any bond marks,” Keith says to Luna.
“How sweet of you to bring a toy for your sister,” Darcy says to me.
I’m not sure which one of them pisses me off more.
“No, not yet,” Luna replies to Keith. I ignore Darcy to listen to their conversation.
“So there’s still a chance?” he gives her a sly smile, and I’ve had enough.
I grip the side of Luna’s chair and drag her so that her side is touching mine. I give Keith a look, and he holds his hands up in surrender. Darcy looks at the two of us with a soft expression and sighs.
“You’re so protective of her. Such a rare trait to find a family man these days.” I don’t look at her, I look at Luna who is staring daggers at Darcy.
I lean over and whisper into Luna’s ear, “You still just want to be my stepsister?”
She blinks at me as I pull back and smirk. I’d have no problem telling these assholes at our table that yes, our parents are married, and legally, we are stepsiblings. But Luna is mine, she’s my fucking Omega, and if anyone tries to discredit that, I’ll fucking destroy them.
But with how small and shy she looks right now, I don’t stand up and make a scene. I do keep a protective arm over the back of her chair, however. I keep my eyes open for any movement on Keith’s action. I’m sure Darcy speaks more, but I just completely ignore anything she says.
The dinner is droning along, and I wish I would have just thrown more money at the cause instead of having to physically be here today.
The meal is decent, and I think we’re home free until some man in all black with wide-rimmed glasses and a bald head takes the stage. He starts talking about microplastics, but all I can think about is how badly I want my stepsister.
At some point, the tension between us grows.
I don’t know if it’s her need to make a claim on me in front of Darcy or my need for everyone to know that she’s mine.
It starts with small touches, my fingertips lightly rubbing the back of her neck and shoulder.
Or maybe it’s when I can’t help but toy with the long gold piece of jewelry that falls down her spine.
It could even be when I twirl a long strand of blonde hair between my fingers.
Luna breaks.
Her small hand lands on my thigh under the table cloth. She squeezes the muscle harder than I thought she could, and I have to hold back a groan of pleasure. It makes me think about the way she would handle my cock.
I haven’t pushed her to touch me, touching her has been enough.
But I think about it constantly, almost as much as I think about the fact that men got to her before me.
It’s possessive and dark and something I haven’t felt before.
She should have been mine as soon as I realized I wanted her, and with me waiting, someone else got to have what was mine.
Her hand glides up and down my thigh with promise. Her thumb lightly grazes against my dick, making a loose puff of air escape my lips.
I twirl her hair and lean in to whisper against her ear. “Do you want to get a room?” I ask, hopeful. If she says no, that’s fine. If she doesn’t want to go any further than we’ve gone previously, also fine. It’s not as if she hasn’t been sleeping in my bed every night anyway.
There is something about the promise of staying at a hotel room, though. It feels seedy, and I can’t help wanting to do so many depraved things to my sweet little Luna.
She nods her head, her hand moving closer to my upper thigh before removing it completely. When I look up, Keith and Darcy are both giving us concerned looks.
“Can I help you?” I ask both of them, who shake their heads immediately. That’s what I fucking thought.
We finish semi-listening to the presenter when they announce the donation amount for tonight and to enjoy the rest of the celebration.
I plan to enjoy tonight, just not around these pricks. Immediately, I’m out of my seat and pulling out my chair before holding out my hand. Keith goes to speak, but I wave him off, grabbing Luna’s hand in mine, dragging her through the banquet hall to the lobby of the hotel.
“Good evening, how can I help you?”
“I would like a room for tonight.”
The hostess smiles at me and searches her computer. “We only have the honeymoon suite,” she says like that’s a bad thing.
“We’ll take it.”
She clears her throat. “It is four-thousand a night.”
“Perfect,” I slap the card down on the counter with my ID and slide it over to her.
“Ian, we can just go home. It’s not a big deal.”
I grab her by the nape of her neck, my fingers tangling in her wavy hair and dragging her close to my chest.
“What my baby wants, my baby gets,” I tell her. She may be wearing scent-blocking panties, but I can still scent her. The little hint of lavender and vanilla wafting off of her is everything I need to know.
The hostess smiles, handing me back my credit card and the two room keys. “Enjoy, Mr. and Mrs. Martinez.”
Oh… I fucking like that.
“Come on, Mrs. Martinez,” I tell her with a grin and take her hand to the elevator.
It feels like it takes forever for us to get from the lobby to the honeymoon suite.
But when I walk in, it’s so worth it. We both take a few moments to take in the luxury of the suite that faces the ocean before she licks her lips and looks up at me.
“Sit in that chair,” she says. My ass is in the chair quickly as I look up at her. “Where’s your phone?”
I take my phone out of the inside of my jacket and hand it to her. “Passcode?” she asks with an arch of her eyebrow.
“2502”
She blinks at me a few times, knowing that it’s her birthday as she puts the code in, and the beat of dance music fills the suite.
I spread my legs wide, and she steps between them. Her hands grip the back of the chair, and mine immediately grab her hips.
“I didn’t like the way that Beta looked and spoke to you,” she says, and I shake my head.
“I didn’t like the way Keith stared at you.”
“You’re mine,” she whispers softly. Her fingers are touching the back of my neck. I swallow and nod my head. “I think you need a reminder.” Her hands are a little shaky, and I can tell she is nervous about taking control. Every time we’ve done something, I’ve initiated.
“Show me, baby. You’re the one in charge here.”
She blinks at me. I know she’s obsessed with the idea of power dynamics and what it means to be powerful.
Once she finds the nerve, she starts moving. Her hands glide down my chest, her hips swishing to the beat of the music flowing through our hotel room. I lick my lips and watch her face. Her eyes are hooded and her lips plush as she keeps eye contact with me exploring the panes of my chest.
With a confidence I love to see from her, she takes off my bowtie and begins unbuttoning the top three buttons of my shirt.
“Do you want me to dance for you, Ian?”
“I want nothing more.”
“It’s going to cost you,” she says with a smirk.
“Anything,” I say.
“Kiss me,” she says softly. It’s then that I realize I’ve never kissed her. James likes rough hot kisses while we fuck, but other than that, I usually just kiss the side of his head. I’m such a fucking idiot.
With one hand at the base of her skull, her soft hair gently wisps against my knuckles as I bring her face down to mine. I use the other hand to lightly grip her throat, my thumb dragging down her bottom lip to caress her chin.
I lean forward, taking her lips against mine.
Her hands squeeze my shoulders as our lips meet.
It starts off soft and gentle, just the press of our lips together.
Until she sighs against my mouth and I can’t control myself.
I grip her closer to me, possessing the kiss and putting every ounce of need and devotion into her mouth.
My hand leaves the back of her head to grab the back of her thighs, pulling her closer to me, her thigh pressed against my cock.
The need to rip her panties off and smell just how strong her scent is at this moment is everything. But this is Luna’s show, me submitting to what she wants from me.
Her tongue explores my mouth, and her fingers slightly tug on my hair, eliciting a slight groan from me.
She tastes so fucking sweet, and I don’t think I’ll ever get enough.
I groan as our lips part and she looks at me.
The low bass of the music is the only noise in the room, but the only thing I can focus on is her swollen lips and the flush on her cheeks.
“Sit back,” she tells me. I adjust my cock and let her take the reins.