Chapter 22
Addison
The first thing I notice when I open my eyes is that my room smells different. A good different. A make my pussy weep different.
Cardamom and honey, cinnamon and sandalwood and a new scent I love just as much, rosewood, vanilla, and almond.
It takes a second for my mind to catch up when I see all three of my Alphas. They’re passed out in different places in my room. Carson on my gaming chair, Reid on the beanbag, and Damien on my fuzzy pink chair in the corner.
The back of my eyes sting as the tightness in my chest has me lying back down. I bite my lower lip, holding back a smile.
They’re all here. For me. Worried about me. I know I’m mad at them, but they’re making it so damn hard to stay that way because this is what I wanted. To be cared for, fussed over, to be loved and feel wanted.
Closing my eyes, I take deep, steadying breaths, breathing in their addictive scents until I’m lulled back to sleep.
When I wake again, I’m alone in my room. Frowning, I throw the blankets off and climb out of the mountain of blankets and pillows. Slipping on a pair of fuzzy slippers and my pink silk robe, I venture out of my room.
As I get to the top of the stairs, I stop when I hear chuckling. Brows furrowing, I quietly head down the stairs and creep my way into the kitchen.
My eyes widen when I see my Alphas. They’re all together in the same room, and they don’t want to rip each other's heads off. No, they’re actually talking and laughing.
I’m still sleeping, right? I have to be.
When I step into the kitchen, all three sets of eyes turn my way. I wrap my arms around myself, trying to ignore the fact that my nipples are hardening against my thin sleep top. By the smell coming from the three of them, they can see it through my robe, too.
“Morning.” My voice is soft as nerves and unease settle in.
“Morning, Sweet Girl,” Reid says.
“Morning, Little One,” Carson says.
Damien doesn’t say anything, just his smoldering eyes locked on me. I swallow hard as I try not to squirm from the intense look. There’s a hunger I’ve never really noticed before, at least not until now.
As his scent hits me and I force down a whimper, I’m reminded that my step-brother is my scent match. My Alpha.
Despite everything that happened last night, I can’t help the excitement building as the realization settles in.
Damien pushes off from where he was leaning against the counter and swaggers over to me. With each step closer, my heart beats faster.
My chest starts to heave, and my head spins as I breathe in his rosewood, vanilla and almond scent.
He stops right in front of me, so close I’m forced to tilt my head back to look up at his face.
“Morning, Cupcake,” he purrs, and fuck me, I nearly cum on the spot.
His nostrils flare, evidence that I’m perfuming for him like crazy right now.
“Sorry,” I murmur, aware of the fact that my cheeks must be blazing red right now.
The corner of his lip curls up. “You have nothing to be sorry about, baby girl.” His large hand reaches up, cupping my cheek. My eyes flutter closed with a contented sigh at his touch.
Baby girl. It’s so weird to hear him call me that, but I won’t lie and say I hate it.
I was too worked up, too emotional about everything last night to really be able to enjoy all the things one does when they meet their scent match. It should've been a better experience than it was. When I found out about Carson and Reid, it was wonderful.
I want to be able to enjoy that moment with Damien as well, not have it tainted with a badly timed revelation.
“This should be weird,” I whisper, my eyes slowly opening.
“Why’s that?” Damien’s thumb brushes softly over my cheekbone.
“Because just yesterday we were brother and sister. Now we’re mates.”
He lets out a deep chuckle. “Ah, my sweet little Cupcake.” His smile is filled with more hunger than charm.
Leaning in, he’s so close that I can feel the warmth of his breath against my lips.
“I’ve never, not once, thought of you as my little sister.
” His voice is a thick, husky rasp. “Trust me, the things I’ve been wanting to do to you for years are not things a brother should ever do to his sister. ”
My face heats, and I have to clench my thighs shut, a trickle of slick soaking my sleep shorts.
“Like what?” I let out a lusty breath.
“Like this.” He presses his lips to mine, and a low whine slips free. Everything logical inside me flies out the window.
In this moment, I’m just an Omega who’s finally getting to touch her scent-matched Alpha.
Damien lets out a low, feral growl of need, his hands gripping my ass as I wrap my arms around his neck.
I moan, parting my lips, allowing his tongue to slip in and over mine. Our kiss is raw and pure animal instinct. I claw at his back, whining and whimpering, needing more, needing him.
He tastes like heaven, his touch is everything I need and more. I start to grind against him shamelessly, my pussy throbbing, aching, begging to be filled. I need him inside me, to fill me up, to mark me, knot me, fucking possess me.
Damien lifts me and sits me on top of the counter.
When his lips break from mine, I take in gasping breaths.
His eyes are nearly black as his chest rises and falls, struggling to breathe.
He rips open my robe and shoves it off me before pulling my sleep top down to expose my breasts.
He growls, leans forward and takes one of my nipples into his mouth.
I gasp, eyes rolling back as he sucks hard, tongue swirling around the sensitive peak. It sets off all the nerves inside me like mini fireworks.
I hold his head in place, grabbing his hair, I tug and pull, making him growl.
He rips his mouth from one breast and dives to the next.
At this point, I’m making a mess of the counter, my slick soaking through my sleep shorts and puddling below me. I don’t have it in me to care, though.
“Alpha,” I whimper, body begging to be fucked.
His lips find mine again as I wrap my arms around his neck, tangling my fingers in his hair, kissing him like my life depends on it.
There's a desperate, needy heat consuming me from the inside out, and only he can extinguish it before it eats me alive.
Damien grabs my sleep shorts and lifts me slightly to yank them off, before throwing them to the ground with a wet splat. He shoves his sleep pants down, revealing an incredibly hung cock.
I don’t get long to admire it because he’s grabbing my legs and wrapping them around his waist. With one hard thrust, he shoves his thick cock inside my dripping pussy.
“Oh fuck,” I sob out, eyes rolling back as his length stretches me in the most delicious way.
He groans, making my whole body shiver as he buries his face into my neck. He sucks and nips at my throat, my jaw, my lips as he rolls his hips, hitting me in all the right places, driving me wild, making my head spin and my pussy weep.
His grunts as he pounds into me are some of the hottest sounds I’ve ever heard.
I can’t believe I’m having sex with Damien. My step-brother. My Alpha.
Is this even real right now?
With each thrust, I feel myself going a little more feral as pure Omega instincts take over.
Mine, mine, mine, is all my brain is screaming. Make him mine. Bite him, mark him, make it known to the whole world who he belongs to.
“You feel like pure fucking heaven, Cupcake,” he growls as his thrusts grow more punishing. The glide of his cock against my inner walls feels unreal. Every time his knot bumps against my opening, I want to wrap my legs around his ass and shove him inside.
I’m too much of a mess right now to think straight.
I claw at his back, moaning and whimpering. “More,” I beg. “Harder, more, please.”
He groans, wrapping his arms around me to hold me closer as he fucks into me.
“Such a good girl taking your Alpha so fucking well.” He praises, and I preen like a cat.
I arch my neck, silently begging him to bite me. When he just kisses and nips down my throat but doesn’t bite, I grow angry and a little hurt.
My mouth waters, teeth aching. Doesn’t he want me? I’m his Omega. He should want to bite me, to claim me.
Is there someone else? Is that why he won’t do it?
I know I’m being irrational, and the new emotions are clouding my judgement, not to mention that my brain lost all rationality the moment I walked into the kitchen and smelled his new addicting scent. The thought of him being with anyone else but me sends me into a jealous rage.
If he’s not going to bite me, then I guess I’ll have to do this myself. When he thrusts into me again, I turn my head to the side and bite down hard with a feral little snarl.
Damien lets out a loud grunt followed by a low, deep growl. His blood bursts onto my tongue as an invisible tether starts to form between us.
A warm, happy feeling settles over me. When I remove my teeth from his neck, I look at his bite mark with smug pride. “Mine.” I grin, licking my lips.
He growls, catching my attention. I swallow hard, pure arousal flooding my system at the dark look of hunger in his eyes. Whatever he’s about to do to me, I have no complaints.
“Mine,” he snarls, gripping my ass and lifting me up. He swipes everything off the island with his arm before laying me down on the cool marble.
He throws my legs over his shoulders, slides his hand under my ass, and brings me to the edge of the island's top.
Then he grabs my hands and pins them above my head, bending me in half like a pretzel until my knees are next to my ears.
With one hand, he holds mine in place, and slides his other between us. Finding my messy cunt, he starts to play with my clit.
Letting my head fall back, I start sobbing out unintelligible sounds as he starts to fuck into me savagely.
Each roll of his hips sends his cock deeper and deeper inside of me, hitting my sweet spot fucking perfectly every time.
His fingers move against my clit, sending burst after burst of pleasure through my veins.