Chapter 4 #3
Every time I found out she was single, just enjoying her college life, I let myself relax, lying to myself that I had more time.
It wasn’t until Addie returned from Nashville and I found out the little deal her mom pretty much forced on her. That’s when I realized just how fucking stupid I’ve been. That I needed to get my shit together, and fast.
The thing is, the reasons I never pursued my feelings for her in the first place are still there. She’s still my stepsister. I’m still in the public eye, as are her mom and my dad.
This would create a scandal, and would expose my family in a bad light. It wouldn’t affect just me and our parents, but Addie as well.
The last thing I want is the media to pick her apart, or drag her name through the mud. The idea of anyone hurting her in any way makes me want to muder people.
Then there’s the fact that I’m scared. Scared of opening myself up and being rejected. Just because we’re scent matches doesn’t mean she’d want me. Sure, her body will tell her she does, but I’m her asshole stepbrother who treated her like shit for years. Of course she wouldn’t want me.
It would just fuck everything up.
So, you’re just going to let her move on with some other Alpha? A pack of assholes who will take her sweet, bubbly personality and bottle it up. Let them force her to be someone she’s not.
The whole reason she moved away was so she could be herself.
“Fuck!” I punch the bed, throw the laptop to the side and roll over, burying my face into my pillow, I groan, lost on what to do.
And then I groan as I inhale. The smell of her cupcake scent fills my nose.
My cock thickens, pressing against my sweats. It’s the pillow I may have stolen from Addie’s room on one of the rare occasions she left her room to eat.
If anyone came into my room, they would see it immediately. It’s pink and frilly, and stands out on my bed like a sore thumb. But it smells like her.
I inhale again and again, a low growl rumbling in my chest as my head swims. I’m aroused to the point of madness. I want her, need her, fucking crave her.
Rolling over, I grab the laptop and pull up the screen recording of the last time Addie streamed. Turning off the sound, I grab the pillow that smells like her and get comfortable, leaning against the headboard.
Placing the laptop beside me, I press play.
Her smile fills my screen, bright blue eyes sparkling. She looks happy. I remember her laugh as she won. I don’t know what possessed me to give her that massive tip, but I wish I gave her more.
Pulling my sweats down, I look at my cock and groan. It’s long and thick, and so damn hard the tip is an angry shade of red. Pre-cum seeps from the tip, making a mess on my stomach.
Gathering the pre-cum, I smear it over my cock, using it as lube. Once my shaft is coated, I grip it at the base and squeeze.
I bite down on the pillow, smothering my groan as my eyes roll back, my hips lift, thrusting into my grip.
Forcing my eyes open, I turn my head so I can see the screen. I keep my eyes on Addie as I start to stroke my dick in hard, fast motions.
My heart pounds in my chest, all my blood rushing to my cock. I feel out of control and wild.
I growl and grunt as I work my hand, wishing it was her instead. I want to know what it feels like to have her slicked pussy wrapped around my cock, to know what it feels like to force my knot inside her and make her see fucking stars as she screams my name.
To pulse inside her, filling her with my seed, marking her as mine. Because she is. She’s fucking mine.
I’m a snarling mess right now, breathing heavily, nostrils flaring as I’m forced to breathe through my nose.
Pleasure spikes through me with every stroke of my cock. I’m already so worked up I know it won’t take long for me to cum.
More pre-cum leaks, making a mess over my hand. I use it to coat my cock some more. Wet sounds fill the air, giving a clear idea to what's going on in here if anyone was to walk by.
I don’t care. I need this more than I need air.
My eyes bounce around the screen, flicking from her eyes to her lips.
Her sweet, plump lips. Fuck, I want to see them wrapped around my cock, taking me all the way as she looks up at me with those blue eyes, tears spilling down her cheeks as she looks up at me for my approval, seeing if she’s doing good.
I know she would be. She’s a good fucking girl.
My eyes drop to her breasts when they bounce as she jumps with excitement every time she gets a kill.
I want to pull her shirt down, see her perky pink nipples and suck them into my mouth. I want to make her mewl, desperate for me, begging for my cock.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” my words are muffled by the pillow. My eyes slam shut as I plant my feet into the mattress. I thrust into my hand, imagining it’s Addie’s perfect wet pussy.
The familiar tingle starts in my balls. I cup my knot, giving it a hard squeeze. That does it.
My eyes roll back as my body stiffens.
A powerful orgasm consumes me. It starts in my toes and spreads throughout my body until I’m helpless against the climax.
Waves of cum shoot from my tip, spraying all over my chest making a mess of my shirt.
I work my hand until every last drop is out of me before I collapse against the mattress.
My breathing is labored as I struggle to catch my breath, head spinning, body tingling.
I lay there, staring at the ceiling, thinking.
I’m not sure what I’m going to do, but I know I need to do something fast.
I need to claim Addie as my Omega, before someone else does.