17. Luna #2
“So wet.” His fingers curl inside of me, each flick of his fingers causing an audible gushing noise with how much slick I’m producing.
His thumb continues to rub my cheekbone as he fingers me.
“You feel so good. You’re going to feel even better wrapped around my cock.
This pussy was made for me, you know that? ”
I swallow and nod, liking his words of encouragement.
He pushes another finger inside of me, making me moan and thrust my hips against his hand. “That’s it, this cunt was made to be filled up, wasn’t it, baby?”
I moan again. Does this man just say every dirty thing that comes to his mind?
He puts another finger inside of me, and I nearly yelp from the pleasure of the stretch, my breaths coming out in puffy pants and my body shaking with need.
“That’s it.” He grabs the back of my neck, pulling my head forward, so I can watch what he does to my pussy.
“See how well your cunt takes my fingers?” I nod as he takes it a step further, moving four of his fingers inside of me with his thumb on my clit.
I shriek as my orgasm hits me, but he doesn’t let me go, making me watch as my pussy gushes fluid all over his hand and the sheets below us.
“More?” he asks. I feel limp as I lie on the mattress and nod my head. “That’s my good girl.”
I moan at the praise, and he smirks, spreading my thighs wide and pushing his cock inside of me.
This time there’s less resistance. There’s still a stretch, but it doesn’t hurt like I thought it would.
It’s more pleasure than anything as he pushes inside of me.
Inch by slow inch, he moves his hip, giving me more of his cock with each thrust.
I close my eyes, and he tsk s. “Watch as your stepbrother fucks you, baby. Look at how good you’re taking me.”
I moan and open my eyes. His hair has fallen out of its orderly pushed back look from earlier, and I grab it and bring his mouth to mine. He pushes my hair off my face and cups my head as he fucks me. It’s slow and delicious.
It’s intimate as he kisses me and fucks me at the same time, our chests pressed together as he fills me up. Eventually, the speed picks up, and I can feel his knot right at my entrance.
“So good for me. You feel so tight, so wet. Fuck, baby.”
I moan at his mumbled words of adoration.
He switches angles slightly so that his pubic bone rubs against my clit.
It feels like there’s more pressure as he thrusts into me.
I’m gripping him with my cunt as I shatter.
My third orgasm lasts the longest and hardest. Ian kisses every noise that leaves my mouth until his hips snap even faster.
I’ve never felt so good, so full and stretched, in my life.
“Made for me,” he says between thrusts. I barely feel like I can take anymore, that if his pelvis hits my clit again, I may explode.
“I’m going to fill your pussy up with my cum unless you tell me to stop,” he says.
I notice that he doesn’t push his knot inside of me, and I’m both grateful and curious; I want every piece of him.
“Please,” I say, and he groans. His lips are on my neck, his teeth dragging along the flesh that I so desperately want him to mark.
“So perfect for me. Such a good Omega for your stepbrother,” he says.
And not a second later, I feel the warmth of his cum filling me completely.
My face feels numb, and I feel tender everywhere.
My only thoughts are about how something that feels that amazing can’t be wrong and that as afraid as I am about going public, it’s inevitable.
I breathe heavily underneath him and look up at the golden ceiling.
I just lost my virginity to my stepbrother.
I have to pinch myself as Ian lifts me up and takes me to the massive walk in shower. Did that really just happen?
He starts the water, and quickly we’re inside of the all glass shower. He holds me as the warm spray hits the back of my head.
Ian eventually lets me stand on my own two feet. His hands don’t leave me as he washes me in silence. His touches are gentle as he washes my hair, face, and a combination of the both of us off my thighs.
It feels reverent in the way he’s touching me, like he’s thanking me for a gift.
Once I’m washed, he quickly washes himself and looks at me through the copious amount of steam in the massive shower.
“How do you feel?”
I blink. “Physically?”
“Both?”
“A little sore and maybe a little worried.” I shrug.
His hands are running up my arms. “I’ll deal with people, Luna. You don’t ever have to. I don’t care if people judge us—this. But after what just happened, you sure as fuck can’t tell me that us being together is wrong.”
“No, it’s not wrong.” He gives me a small smile at my agreement and strokes my wet hair from my face.
“So next time we go somewhere, you’re going to be mine, not my stepsister.”
I smirk at him. “But you seem to like calling me it so much.”
His brows furrow. “I can stop if you don’t like it.”
My skin is already a few shades of pink from the hot shower, but I feel it warm. “I like it.”
He grins at me, leaning down, and plants a rough kiss on my lips. “Good. Do you want to stay here or go home?”
I balk at him. “You spent four grand on this room, Ian.”
“So?”
“We don’t have any clothes to wear.”
“I’ll have Ezra drop some off. Plus, I plan on keeping you naked,” he says, wrapping his hand in my wet hair and tilting my chin up. “If my sweet stepsister agrees.”
“You’re incorrigible.” He leans down, his teeth grazing against my neck, and I nearly come on the spot. “We can stay.”
He turns off the shower and exits first, wrapping a towel around his waist before holding one out for me. “Get dried off. I’ll text Ezra and get some room service.”
“Okay,” I say looking at the strong muscles of his back.
Can I really get used to being Ian’s? He’s basically laid claim, says he wants me, Ezra and James have said the same too.
So why can’t I stop the negative thinking in my head that’s screaming that I don’t deserve this?
I shut it down and dry my body and hair.
I grab the robe hanging on the back of the door and wrap myself in the material.
With a deep breath, I leave the comforting warmth of the bathroom and go back into the suite. Ian looks perturbed as he sits at the edge of the bed with a towel wrapped around his hips.
“What’s going on?” I ask. He looks up at me and smiles.
“Ezra and James are going out,” he says plainly, and as I look at him, I understand.
“We can go with them?”
“What?”
“We can go out with them.”
“But this is your night, after what we just did.”
I shake my head and smile at him. “I’m far from tired. What are they planning on doing?”
“The club.”
I swallow thickly. “Lavender Moon?”
Ian laughs and shakes his head. “No, my other club, Blaze.”
“It’s a scent club?”
He shakes his head again. “Just dancing.”
I know I look confused with the idea that James wants to go out to a club. So I vocalize it. “James doesn’t seem like the club type.”
“He’s usually not. That’s why this is strange.”
“Do you think it’s because we’re out?” He shrugs his shoulders.
“Can Ezra bring us clothes, so we can go together?”
“You’re sure?”
I walk up to him, so I’m standing between his legs, well, as much as I can with the towel. His hands immediately go to my hips, and I’m nearly taken back by how the simple gesture comes so naturally to us.
“We’re working toward being a pack, right?”
He nods, and I lean forward and kiss his cheek. “Then let’s go be with our pack.”
He pulls back and grins, bringing my lips down to his. This night has been everything and more, and it appears that it’s only going to get better.
I feel a little guilty about how long it took me to get ready, I am however extremely impressed that Ezra brought my makeup bag and a very cute dress for me to wear to the club.
Once I’m sure I don’t look like my stepbrother fucked me into oblivion and that I’m not walking like a newborn fawn, I finally meet the guys in the suite.
Each of them look absolutely perfect and ready to go.
James looks as relaxed as I’ve ever seen him, and I can’t help but hope he’ll want to dance with me tonight.
I want to dance with all of them, but I feel like if I can grind on James, it will be a unique opportunity.
“Beautiful as ever. Let’s fuck off, then,” Ezra says with a smile, looping his arm around my shoulders and squeezing me tight. I watch as Ian kisses James’ hair, and James smirks at the affection.
Getting that sexy Omega out of his shell is going to be such a fun project.
Ezra and I sit in the backseat, and to say he’s handsy is an understatement.
“Have you been drinking, Ezra?”
“Mmm…and what have you been doing, sweet little Luna?” he asks, his nose against my neck and scenting me like he can’t get enough of me. “You might have showered, but I can smell him all over you, love.”
I try to speak to him quietly, so James and Ian don’t hear. James is driving, and Ian is in the passenger seat, lightly rubbing the back of James’ neck.
“Does that bother you?”
He laughs against my neck and shakes his head. “I’m very used to sharing with that prick,” he says, and I can’t help the bout of laughter that slips out of me.
“What are you two doing back there?” Ian says. He sounds light, not irritated. I wonder if he felt something down his bond earlier, and that’s why he was so torn between staying in with me and coming out tonight.
“Just telling Luna what a prick you are,” Ezra says, and Ian shakes his head.
“Be nice,” I say, turning to Ezra. He doesn’t have his glasses on and his bright green eyes look glassy and beautiful.
“If I’m a good little lad, will you give me a treat?” James starts cackling in the front seat.
“What kind of treat?”
“Dance with me first?”
“All right, I can do that.”
“Then I’ll be the nicest Alpha you’ve ever met.”
“You already are,” I say softly, leaning over and kissing his cheek.