Chapter 23
Lila
Light shines in my room, stirring me from sleep. There, hovering at the doorframe, is Nate. He stares at me with an intensity that nearly takes my breath away.
"Good morning. Happy New Year's Eve. Ready to head to our new home?"
Our. The word sizzles across my synapses as he crosses over to my bed and holds the butt plug up for me to see.
"I want you soaking through that little thong of yours by the time our parents leave. Hopefully, this will remind you of who you belong to and who that pussy leaks for."
"As if I can forget," I tease. "You remind me every damn time I turn around."
His eyes glitter as he motions for me to turn over onto my stomach. "You insist on playing such dangerous games, Lila," he purrs as he sits down on the bed next to me.
The warmth of his body washes over my skin as he hovers over my ass.
His kisses are feather-light, but I know better.
I know it won't stay that way. All too soon, his fingers spread my ass open as he grips each cheek, refusing to allow me to clench them shut.
Just like he said, my pussy leaks with slick at his rough touch.
"Do you know how hard it's going to be to keep my hands off of you? To act like your pious stepbrother when all I want to do is stretch that greedy little pussy out with my cock?"
I want to answer him, but all that comes out is a plaintive moan I smother with my hand.
"Soon," he promises as he teases my asshole with his finger. "Soon you can be as loud as you want. You can scream my name for all to hear. In the meantime, I need to remind you who's boss, you sassy minx."
His finger drifts away, leaving me bereft, but I don't dare cause any more trouble. I can't stand the idea of not having his pleasure as some sort of punishment. Because he would draw it out. He would torment me until I begged.
Hell, I might still do that as his hot breath washes over my skin as he simply hovers there. Is he staring at me? What he's looking for, I can't even fathom. As I arch my back to turn and ask him, I lock eyes with his cruel gaze.
I know that look. That look spells trouble. It spells longing. But worst of all, it spells humiliation that will no doubt make me even wetter.
His lips move, and I watch, dumbstruck, as spit flows from his mouth onto my asshole.
Just having him play with me there is bad enough, but spitting on me?
I feel it splatter against my delicate skin, causing the sphincter to tighten in response.
Humiliating. Degrading. So fucking hot. Heat licks up my cheeks as a wicked grin crosses his face.
"Like that, my little slut?"
"N- no," I lie as my arousal perfumes the room even more.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. You never learn. Do you?"
With a dark chuckle, he spits again before pressing the tip into the hole.
Stuffing my fist into my mouth, I do my best not to scream as he fucks my forbidden entrance with the small bit of metal.
He shows me no mercy as he drives me wild, all the while refusing to touch the part of me that aches for him.
As noises start to stir downstairs, I turn my frantic gaze back to him.
"Don't worry, sweetheart. I won't keep you long." With a firm push, he shoves the plug in me and smacks my ass. "Now let's get going. The sooner we get there, the sooner I can fuck that pussy I know is just begging for my cock."
Dread fills my veins as I grip the steering wheel of my car. Nate drives in front of me. Dad and Linda drive behind me. Here I am in the fucking middle. Trapped.
Squirming, I try to concentrate on the butt plug in my ass, but even that's not taking my mind off anything. I should be able to focus on the feeling of his fingers as he spread me open just an hour or so ago, but my mind keeps drifting to Dad behind me.
A soft ring fills the car, and I glance at the dashboard, heaving a sigh of relief as Nate's number pops up. With a swipe of my fingers, I put him on speakerphone.
"Stop overthinking things," he growls out.
"Wait. What? How can you—"
"I can see your face in my rearview mirror. You've barely moved a muscle, and your face is pinched up. Breathe. Relax. We'll get through this."
"But, Dad—"
"Fuck him."
"I'd rather be fucking you."
I can almost hear the smile in his voice as he drops it down another octave. "That's my good girl. Just think about that. I'll handle the rest."
He talks to me the whole way there, giving me far more delicious things to put my mind on. However, the instant we step out of the car, my heart rises in my throat. Nate slips behind me and squeezes my hand, giving me small touches here and there where Dad and Linda can't see.
I wish I had his confidence. He strides about, moving things in without any care in the world. It's as if he has no fear of being discovered. Yet with every time I bump into him, I nearly babble all over myself, giving us away.
No. It's not just that. It's a major part of it, to be sure, but now, with each smaller and smaller load coming into the house, I know it's almost time. He's going to fuck me tonight. I know it.
I should be ecstatic. The thing I wanted most is about to come true. All I can think about is that stupid kit I bought online and how it doesn't even come close to matching his length and girth.
His gaze continues to catch mine, and he looks at me with a hint of concern and a whole heaping bit of lust. I'm honestly surprised Dad hasn't caught on yet. Linda, I'm not worried about. She seems so content in her own little world.
"Looks like that's everything," Dad says as he brushes his hands on his pants. "Big plans tonight?"
"You mean besides grabbing a pizza and crashing?" Nate laughs. "Lila was going to introduce me to some of her friends and make it an easy evening."
Dad frowns as he crosses his arms. "Don't stay out too late. New Year's Eve—"
"We know," Nate cuts him off. "Don't worry. I can keep us safe." Lowering his voice, he steps forward slightly. "I can keep her safe. That's what you truly want to know. Right?"
His eyes mist up as he glances over at me then back at Nate. "She's all I have."
He shakes his head and points to his mom. "You've got Mom. I'm sure you'll be able to find some way to occupy your time that doesn't include stalking your grown daughter."
Though there's a hint of humor in his tone, there's a slight bite underneath. It's a challenge, one I can hear almost instantly. Can Dad?
He bristles as he narrows his eyes with suspicion and concern. Dear God. He knows. Fuck. He knows.
My fingers tremble as I do my best to scramble my brain into action. Nate, however, slides in front of me and holds out his hand for me to grip. Dad, of course, notices the interaction.
"No."
"Yes," Nate snaps back.
"This is—this is an outrage. I won't allow it."
As he steps forward, Nate pushes me back further. "She's fine, Robert. I promise you. She's a whole hell of a lot safer with me than anyone else. You know this."
"But she's your sister," he cries out.
"Step." I cut in, my voice so soft and low I'm sure he doesn't hear it.
Oh, but he does.
"And you. You're okay with this? You want this?"
"With all my heart."
"But he's—"
"A good boy, Bobby," Linda chimes in as she threads her arm around his.
They both look at each other for several moments, neither saying a word. It’s as if an entire conversation happens that we’re not privy to. Eventually, Linda gives me a smile.
"He can be pigheaded, but his heart is in the right place."
"You can't seriously be allowing this," Dad bellows. "She's my little girl. She's—"
"She's a woman," Linda hisses. "She's old enough to make her own decisions. And Nate? He's strong, responsible, and reliable. Weren't you just frustrated at the idea of Alphas sniffing around? Trust me, Nate won't let that happen. He won't let her get hurt."
"I won't," Nate snarls out. "Ever. Even if it means protecting her from you."
"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
Again, Nate shelters me, holding me behind his colossal frame as he faces down my father. "I think you know. Deep down, you have to know. I've never met your late wife. I know you loved her. I know you had a bond. When that shattered, you did too."
"I never—"
"I see it in your eyes. Every single time. You're still cracked. The sooner you realize it, the sooner you lean on Mom and really heal, the better you'll be. I've got Lila now. You focus on your future."
Dad peers around Nate's massive bulk. "If he hurts you…"
With a soft smile, I step around my stepbrother. "Don't worry. I'm exactly where I want to be."
"This is a bit unorthodox."
"Oh, Bobby," Linda chides. "It's not like they grew up together. It's only as awkward as you make it."
"Yes, but… but… they'll…"
"Just don't think about it." Her voice is soft and soothing, almost like a hum as she pulls him toward the door. "It would be the same with any other Alpha. At least you know and approve of this one. Bye, kids. Don't worry about Bobby. I'll make sure to keep him out of your hair."
As they leave, I catch little snippets of conversation. Dad is still very growly, but Linda seems pleased. Mostly, she's happy about potential grandbabies. Thankfully, we're not quite there yet.
A soft sigh slips from my lips as Nate comes up from behind and wraps his arms around my waist. His mouth grazes my neck and settles at the juncture where it meets my shoulder and gently nibbles, giving me a taste of what's to come.
"I expected that to go a lot worse," I whisper as the sun slinks down to the horizon.
"If I'm being honest, so did I. I think Mom must have soothed him through the bond. It's the only way." Turning me in his arms, he kisses the top of my head. "You're stalling. Either way, you're getting fucked tonight. But I don't want you so tense. Here, go soak for a bit and relax."
Nodding, I slip out of his arms and make my way to the primary bedroom where his boxes sit near the far wall. As if he planned the whole thing, a fluffy towel and some candles line the tub, making it look so inviting.
"Bend over, Lila,” he grumbles behind me, startling me out of my thoughts. “Let me get the butt plug out."
His fingers scald my skin as he slips my pants over my hips and onto the floor. As I step out of them, he tosses them over his shoulder before slipping my thong to the side.
"When you get done, I want you just in this thong and bra. Nothing else."
"Yes, Sir."
Heat licks at my cheeks as he teases the anchor point of the plug, pulling it taut only to slide it back in. It's a slow, methodical fucking that has my head right back where it belongs. Soon, I'm twisting and panting, desperate for his touch.
"Go soak, my little stepslut," he chuckles. "Relax while I get our room ready."