Chapter 6
Nate
The scene before me should be homey. It should be comforting. It should be a fucking Norman Rockwell painting. My cock says otherwise.
Candy supposedly forgotten for the moment, I watch my stepsister lean back over the counter to grab another muffin.
At the very last minute, I resist the urge to jam my fist into my mouth to keep from groaning.
Precum pearls at the tip of my cock as I watch her perfect ass bounce as she does a happy little shimmy while biting into the food.
Even the fabric seems to conspire against me as it stretches tight across her cheeks, practically molding to every curve.
In all my years, I've never wanted to curse my mother's cooking as badly as I do now.
Yeah, I know it's good. Yeah, I know it's probably on par with the best restaurants out there, but dear God, does Lila have to make that soft little moaning noise with each morsel she pops between those greedy lips?
Would she sound that enticing if those same lips I were wrapped around my cock, making those exact fucking sounds as I fuck her throat.
Shaking my head, I step out of the room to grab the treats and get a moment to myself. I rest against the wooden frame and drag in a deep breath to force my heart to slow down. This is ridiculous. I have far more restraint than this.
She's a bomb. That's all. A delicate explosive that has to be handled carefully lest it go off and destroy us both. Clenching my fingers into a fist, I slam it into my thigh as I try to put my training into practice—a practice I should be able to drop at the door.
I want to be angry, but truthfully, I'm far too exhausted.
All I wanted was to come home, spend some time with family, and then immerse myself in my new assignment.
Now, more than ever, I want to escape, to say fuck family and just run back to the safety of Buckley. Wait… no… not fuck family…. FUCK.
Now, all my brain can think about is Lila bent back over the counter with my cock sliding into her pussy, forcing my way into her tight little cunt while she gasps and whimpers, too full, too stretched.
That's not the fuck family I was thinking of, but now my mind and pulsing shaft want nothing else.
I've seen what she reads. I know the toys she just bought.
I know far more about her than I should as a stepbrother.
The main problem with knowing all this is knowing that she could, quite possibly, desire the same type of rough sex I do.
It’s not a stretch to think that she fantasizes about being held down, used, claimed.
No. I can't let my mind continue down this path.
It's already hard enough with her flitting about in those barely decent shorts as if she's wearing a neck-to-toe gown.
How is Robert okay with this? How can he let her parade around in so little clothing? Does he not see me as a threat? Of course he doesn't. I've never given him a reason to think I'm just as deviant as any other horny Alpha out there.
"Hey. You get lost or something?" Lila's soft voice nearly short-circuits my brain as she comes around the corner. "I thought you brought me candy."
"And I thought you were more than satisfied with my mom's muffins," I retort with a slight snap in my tone.
She jumps back a step, her eyes wide and wary. "What's your problem? It's not like I ate all of them. I remember how much you eat."
Turning, I look down at her and smirk at the firm set of her lips and glint of irritation in her eyes. "Did you ever go hungry?"
"Well, no."
"Then why does it matter?"
In an instant, her expression changes to confusion. "It doesn't? Look, if you don't actually have anything for me, that's fine. I could always just not give you my Christmas gift."
Though I can tell she's teasing, my heart melts just a touch. "You got me something?"
"Well, duh. I mean, it's not a lot, but it seemed perfect for you."
You're perfect for me.
Talk about intrusive thoughts. Maybe once I'm back at Buckley, I need to sign up to see psych. But then, it might jeopardize my placement. Dammit. This was all just a big, fucking mistake.
"Give me a minute to freshen up then you'll get your candy."
With a mischievous smirk, she gives me a wink and turns back around. "Don't take too long. I can be a bitch without sugar."
"Language, young lady," Robert calls out, making her smile disappear from her face completely.
"Is that what they're teaching you at that college of yours?
" His voice changes as it sounds like he's talking to my mom instead.
"I told you it was a bad idea to send her so far away. Those schools will only corrupt her."
"Now, Bobby," she cajoles, making both Lila and me grimace and pretend to dry heave at the same time since they can't see us. "This is good for her. This is good for you. She needs to learn who she is, and she can't do that here. Look at how great Nate turned out. He certainly didn't stay home."
She wouldn't be saying that if she knew the thoughts swirling through my brain as it dumps pure lust and adrenaline into my veins. In fact, I'm sure she'd want me back in Germany where I can't come near Lila. Glancing over at my stepsister, I watch as she gnaws on her bottom lip.
Her misery should tamp down my hard-on. It should make me limp and unwilling to engage.
Unfortunately, seeing that glimmer, that sheen of unshed tears in her eyes, only makes me want to see those pretty tears fall down her pretty face as I stuff her mouth full with my cock and make her gag around my tip.
God, while I make her choke and sob while I hold her head down, using her like the desperate little toy she probably wants to be.
Just not with me. Any other Alpha but me. It’s a sobering thought, one that lets me confront my stepfather.
"It was my fault, Robert. I was pestering her."
He finally comes out of the kitchen, his lips turned down into a frown. "Still though. She shouldn't be talking that way."
As Lila opens her mouth, I stick my hand out, showing her I have this under control. It's the least I can do as penance for the depravity I want to unleash on her.
"I mean, as much as it sucks, she's not a little girl anymore.
According to the country's laws, she's an adult.
I'm pretty sure the language modulator gets reprogrammed at the age of eighteen.
What can you do? I'm afraid it's permanent.
So far, scientists haven't found a reset button. We're all doomed."
Her eyes widen as she listens to my ridiculous spiel, but it works. Instead of being upset at her, he laughs at the absolute absurdity of my words. With him distracted, it should take the edge off his irritation with her.
Reaching out, he claps his hand on my shoulder. "I guess I can't argue with science, then. You're the expert after all."
"Ahh," I correct. "I'm not an expert in female programming. I'm more of a chemical disposal specialist. You'll want to contact the android nerds at the Pentagon."
Again, he laughs and shakes his head while Lila stares daggers at me. "I'm sure you can put in a good word for me,” he chuckles as he wipes an errant tear from his eyes.
"Anytime. Let me clean up and get out of these fatigues so I can be more human."
"I'll help you with your bags," Lila grinds out.
"No need. I'm a big, strong soldier. I can manage on my own."
"Oh, no. I insist," she fairly hisses.
"You're not leaving this house in those pajamas," Robert growls.
Finally. A voice of reason. Unfortunately, that's as far as it goes. No, go change. No, that's inappropriate in general. Just not outside the house.
With a flounce, she tosses her hair over her shoulder and makes her way up the stairs. Maybe if I'm lucky, she'll change before I can get my stuff inside.
No such fucking luck. As I bring in my duffle bag, she's there, sitting on my bed, arms crossed as she taps her toe against the floor. Her thighs press together, making those tiny shorts ride up again. Doing my best to ignore her, I toss the heavy bag on the mattress and turn around to leave.
"What was that all about?" she snaps.
"What? A lot has happened since I walked through the door. You need to be specific."
"That shit with you and my dad. Didn't peg you as someone who thought a woman needed a reset switch. But then, like you said… it's not like I really know you. Everything I remember is through the lens of a much younger girl."
With a heavy sigh, I sit next to her and shake my head. "It worked though, didn't it? Your dad's the one you should be having the issue with. Not me."
It takes everything in me to keep my breathing shallow so I don't get overwhelmed with her sugary scent, mixed with that honeyed arousal that seems to cling to her skin. Glancing over, I note the faraway look in her eyes as she studies my door.
"Yeah. You're right," she eventually concedes. "But I can't do anything about him."
"And so you thought I'd make a good punching bag?"
With a smirk, she balls up her fist and nudges my shoulder. "Pretty sure a big, strong Alpha like you can take being a punching bag for a small, weak omega like me."
Again, my damn balls draw up until I can't breathe or sit right.
"Careful," I growl out. "I might hit back."
"You'd punch a lady?" she snorts. "I may not remember much, but I never pegged you for that kind of guy."
"No," I reply as calmly and evenly as I can muster. "Not punch. But I might spank."
If I weren’t staring straight into her eyes, I would have missed her pupils widening until her eyes grew black.
It's brief. Almost like an inhale and exhale, but it was there all the same.
And just like that, a sharp spike of arousal floods the air between us.
I'm not shocked at her reaction. Her reading preferences alone make it obvious.
What I am shocked about, however, is how strongly I'm reacting to her. I want nothing more than to pin her down to the bed and bring my hand against her skin, smacking her flesh until it pinkens, until she's crying and begging, ass red and marked, pussy dripping.
"Please," she breathes in a soft, husky tone that nearly makes me groan out loud. "As if you could spank anyone."
"You want to test that theory? I'm tired, irate, and not in the mood to play games. If you want a spanking so bad, just say the word and I'll bend you over my lap and give you a taste."
Fuck. Why did I say that? I watch her, waiting for the disgust to show on her face, waiting for her to scream for Robert and tell him what a horrible pervert I am.
But she doesn't do any of that. In fact, I swear to God it looks as though she's considering it.
Her breathing quickens just a touch as her lips part.
Pushing my luck, I rise to my full height over her. "What's it going to be, Lila? Do you want a spanking? Or will you get the fuck out of my room so I can change?"
"Y- you wouldn't, though. Really? You'd spank me?"
Unable to keep playing these stupid games with her, I stride over to the door, close it, lock it, then walk back to sit on the bed. I give her a chance, a breath or two to say no, to tell me she was just joking, or that she changed her mind. Nothing.
With a quick jerk, I haul her over my lap. Her breasts brush against my thigh as I tip her down and bring her ass into the air. She’s soft and warm as she lies there, her body draped across mine like an offering.
At this point, I'm only torturing myself.
Her soft squeal goes straight to my cock, making it so hard I'm afraid it will snap as she squirms on my lap. Her stomach presses right against my erection, and there’s no way she can't feel how hard I am.
But despite the soft protests, she doesn't fight me.
Not really. Not like someone who isn't exactly where they want to be.
With a swift yank, I tug the shorts up until they wedge deep in the cleft of her ass.
The fabric disappears between her cheeks, exposing almost everything.
Still, she doesn't say a word. Though her movements become stronger and more erratic, she never tells me to stop.
She never once says she doesn't want this.
The lower part of her ass hangs out of the flimsy shorts, tempting me beyond my ability to function.
Instead of just smacking the bare flesh and pushing her off, I let my fingers drift down to feel the softness of her skin.
Fuck. So warm. So impossibly smooth. Goosebumps explode under my exploring touch.
Is that a whine? A gasp? A moan? The sounds coming from her lips are so soft, I wonder if I'm imagining them.
I have to be imagining them. There's no way she'd be into this.
As much as I want to look down at where the fabric hugs her pussy to see if she's wet, I refrain.
Even though I can smell her arousal, thick and sweet, practically begging me to touch her there instead, I do my best to keep my head in the game.
Honestly, I can only take so much. If she's turned on by this, I might not be able to stop myself from doing something we'll both regret.
Unable to keep tormenting myself any longer, I deliver two decisive blows, one to each cheek.
The crack of my palm against her bare flesh echoes in the room as her ass jiggles from the impact.
Though she squeals, she manages to hold her hand over her mouth to stifle it.
But I still hear it. I still hear every fucking bit of the noise she made.
And that breathy, desperate sound goes straight to my fucking cock.
I push her off and watch as she tries to stand on wobbly legs.
For a moment, her movements are unsteady, like she's drunk.
Dear God, I think I must have had an effect on her.
Her glassy eyes stare at me unseeingly for a moment as she gathers herself.
Yep. Pupils blown wide, lips parted, and breathing hard.
The faint blush on her cheeks drives me to distraction as I long to pull her back into my arms and give her an even sterner punishment.
How easy would it be to strip those shorts off completely and spank her until she's sobbing, until her ass is crimson and she's begging me to stop… or begging me to fuck her? I'm not sure which. And for the most part, my brain doesn’t care.
This is wrong.
This is fucked up.
I'm fucked up.
We just stay there for a moment, staring at each other when a loud ding pierces the silence. Wrenching her gaze from mine, she digs into her shorts and pulls out her phone and opens the screen.
In an instant, the atmosphere goes from crackling with sensual tension to ice cold. Before I can ask her what's wrong, a loud, booming, angry voice carries up the stairs.
"Lila Anne Bennett. Down here. Now."