Chapter 5 #2
Little Lily indeed. Now, her anger is fully justifiable.
There's nothing young or little about the woman standing in front of me in all her adult glory.
The sarcastic bent of her lips is the only thing that reminds me of the kid I once wrestled around with and tormented when I was bored.
Only, now I want those lips wrapped around the most inappropriate part of me, stretched obscenely wide as she chokes on my cock, tears streaming down her face while I use her throat.
"Whatcha looking for?" I growl out, keeping my tone as low as hers.
It's obvious she doesn't want to wake up the parental units, and honestly, I can't blame her. Both can be a little much on their own, but together, it can be downright stifling. I had the luxury of getting out and leaving the country. She's had no such luck.
"Just seeing if you're the same little twig I remembered."
Grinning, I raise my arms and flex, giving her a good view. "Not at all a twig."
"I see that."
Her tone is odd. Almost disappointed I've filled out into the Alpha I am now. Curious.
"I don't know. All the better to tackle you, I guess?" I ask, grinning down at her, desperate to break the tension.
This time, she grins and shakes her head. "You still can't catch me. I'm far too quick."
"Oh, really now?" Crouching down, I watch her every move.
Instantly, I'm like a predator latching onto its prey. I see everything, hear everything, and smell fucking everything, including the flare of arousal drifting from her body.
"Yeah. I mean it's Chair Force for a reason. I'm sure you're out of touch with all that desk work you do."
Puzzled, I pause and rise. What does she think I actually do? What could have given her the impression that I sit behind a desk all day? I know that's the stereotype, but for some reason, I thought she knew better. Or is she simply trying to throw me off my game?
The instant I lose focus, she darts to the side, slipping just out of reach. Yep. Far too tired. Not making tactical, logical decisions. Once more, everything narrows as my vision latches onto her. It takes nothing to race around the other side of the island and nearly grab her.
With a soft chuckle, she pulls forward and just barely slips my grasp. Oh, but she's still far too slow and far too untrained to get away. Before she can reach the entrance, my hand snags her waist again as I haul her to my side and lift her into the air.
"How do you like the taste of air jail," I rumble against her ear before dragging her citrusy scent into my lungs.
"Put me down, you big oaf," she squeals as arousal seems to literally pour off of her.
The scent is so strong I can practically taste it, making my cock pulse with need. This was a mistake. Everything I’ve done so far is a fucking mistake.
The laughter pelts my skin like a physical sensation.
God, but it's addicting. Stifling a groan, I clutch her to me and revel in the feel of her squirming while she’s unable to get away.
She’s completely at my mercy, helpless in my arms, as her body rubs against mine in ways that make me want to throw her down and mount her right here.
Fucking helpless. Just how I like my omegas.
“Nate,” she cries out again in a soft laugh. “I mean it. Put me down.”
"Should I?” I teas back. “I guess it would make getting your present so much easier."
For a moment, she stills in my arms. "You got me a present?"
"Yes. Me. Merry fucking Christmas."
"Ugh." Again, she fights against me. "What, like you're the best gift to have around the holidays? Nice try. Do you come with a receipt?"
"I smell the coffee," a soft voice drifts into the room, successfully cutting off the retort lying heavy on my lips. "Nate!" my mother cries out. "When did you get here? We weren't expecting you for another few days!"
I put my stepsister down, and thankfully neither she nor Robert pulling up the rear seem to notice my raging hard-on and Lila's scent of slick threatening to drown me.
"Hey! Nate! Good to have you home," he booms as he reaches out to shake my hand.
"Good to see you're still friendly with my little girl.
" I don't have to look at her to practically feel the cringe coming off her at his words.
"I was worried you would have forgotten your sister with all the time you spent over there in Germany. "
"Right. Who can forget a little brat like her?" Maybe if I can just reframe it like that, I’ll be okay—wishful thinking and all that jazz.
"Hey!" she snarks back. "You're no picnic yourself."
As she balls up her fist to punch me in the shoulder, Robert steps in between us and grabs it before it can fully fly. "Now then, Little Lily. That's no way to treat your brother."
"Step," she grumbles so softly I seem to be the only one who hears it.
But then, I'm the only one paying such close attention to her. The hurt is evident on her face, and in that moment, all I can think of is what I can do to make it better.
"Anyone want coffee?" I butt in, doing my best to take the attention off of her.
"I'll have a cup," my mom pipes up.
"Me too," Robert agrees.
"I'll just go to my room," Lila shrugs, her demeanor completely downcast and different from what we just shared.
"And miss out on your present?" I tease, desperate to get her to smile once more.
"I already told you. I'll just return you." Though her words sound harsh, I don't miss the glimmer of humor in her eyes.
With a sigh, I shake my head. "I guess I'll just have to eat all this amazing German candy myself then."
Her eyes widen as she ducks her head to look around me. "Candy?"
Bingo. Right where I want her. But now, what do I do with her?