My 4 Hot Stepbrothers Want a Taste of Me

ARIA'S POV

The suitcase handle dug deeply into my palm. I dragged it up the long, steep driveway, my arms aching with every step. I refused to ask for help. Not today. Not when everything in my life felt completely wrong.

"Aria, hurry up!" Mom called out from beside the expensive black car. Her voice had that annoying, high-pitched excitement I'd been hearing for weeks now.

"I'm coming!" I shouted back, grabbing the handle with both hands. "Just give me a second!"

"We don't have all day, Aria," Mom sighed, tapping her foot against the pavement.

"I know, I know," I huffed, pulling the heavy bag harder.

The driver finally walked over, taking pity on me. "Allow me, Miss."

"Thank you," I breathed out, letting go of the heavy bag and shaking out my sore hands.

He shoved my luggage into the trunk. I slid into the back seat and stared blankly out the window. We were leaving our tiny, cramped apartment. It was the only home I really knew.

Mom turned around in the front seat. Her eyes were wide and bright. "Aren't you excited, sweetheart? We're going to live in the Steel villa! Can you even imagine?"

"No, I can't," I said flatly. "And I don't really want to."

Moving into a massive mansion wouldn't change my reality. I was still a wolfless Omega. High school was a daily nightmare. For three long years, I was nothing but the campus joke. I had to watch everyone else shift, run, and be fiercely strong, while I stayed painfully human and completely invisible. I was so tired of just taking it, tired of hiding. A dark part of my mind didn't just want to blend in anymore; I craved the kind of power they all paraded around.

But lately, my own body felt completely out of my control. I woke up feverish every single night. My bedsheets were always damp with sweat. It felt like something wild was crawling right under my skin, aggressively begging to break free. The dreams were the absolute worst part. They were incredibly hot, vivid dreams. I would wake up feeling empty and aching, pressing my thighs firmly together just to stop the heavy, unbearable throbbing between my legs.

I had searched the internet endlessly at three in the morning. Early heat symptoms for late-blooming Omegas. The articles claimed it could happen even if you didn't have a wolf yet. My body was apparently getting ready for something my brain didn't understand.

And now, my timing couldn't be worse. I was moving into a house full of Alphas while my body was acting like this. It felt like walking right into a biological trap.

"I know this is a big change," Mom said, reaching back to squeeze my knee. "But Marcus is a wonderful man. You'll see. And his sons..."

"The Steel brothers," I cut her off. My stomach twisted into tight knots. "Yeah, everyone knows them."

Cole, Reed, Jasper, and Kai Steel. They were four Alpha brothers who ruled the school like absolute kings. They had all the power and status I secretly wanted. They were popular, dangerous, and completely out of my league. I was just an Omega-worse, an Omega with no wolf.

At least being a nobody let me watch people from a safe distance without any consequences. Like Zane Parker. I liked watching him at the ice hockey rink. He smelled sharply of cold ice and sweat. He was a hockey star, and he didn't even know I existed. But in my recent, crazy dreams, Zane's large hands were gripping my hips, and his intense eyes were burning into mine, making me wake up gasping and ashamed.

Why would he ever look my way? I thought. I'm nobody.

"We're here," the driver announced clearly.

I looked out the window. My breath caught in my throat. The Steel villa was absolutely huge. It was made of modern glass and dark stone, surrounded by perfect, endless gardens.

"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Mom whispered happily.

"It's terrifying," I muttered.

Marcus Steel stood by the grand front doors. He wore a dark, expensive suit. He looked very tall and intimidating, but when he saw my mother, his sharp face softened completely.

"Welcome home," Marcus said warmly, pulling Mom into a tight hug. Then, he looked at me. "Aria. I'm so glad you're here. I really hope you'll be happy with us."

"Thank you, Mr. Steel," I managed to say politely.

"Please, call me Marcus." His voice was kind and genuine.

Maybe this won't be so bad, I thought.

Then, the front doors opened wider.

Cole, Reed, and Jasper walked out. Their faces were hard, cold, and full of clear hate.

My heart slammed violently against my ribs. A sudden, massive heat exploded inside my stomach. It felt like someone dropped a lit match into a dark room full of gasoline. My skin broke out in tight goosebumps. Every single nerve in my body was suddenly awake and screaming. Their scent hit me like a physical punch. Pine, dark leather, heavy smoke, and rain. It was a wild, purely male smell that made my knees shake weakly.

Oh god. No. Please, not right now.

My nipples turned into hard, painful peaks right against my bra. I quickly crossed my arms tightly over my chest to hide my traitorous body. Between my legs, a deep, heavy ache started to spread rapidly. It was the exact same needy feeling from my wet dreams, but a hundred times stronger and far more real. I could actually feel my pulse beating heavily down there. I was getting wet just standing in front of them, and my face burned hot with extreme shame.

Four fully grown Alphas. All of them staring right at me. And my stupid body was reacting like I had been starving for their touch my entire life. I bit the inside of my cheek until I tasted dark copper blood, using the sharp pain to keep my mind clear through the heavy fog of arousal.

"Cole, Reed, Jasper, come say hello," Marcus called out smoothly.

"Why?" Cole asked, leaning casually against the doorframe. He glared at me like I was trash. "So, this is the little Omega moving in?"

His voice was incredibly deep and commanding. A fresh shiver ran straight down my spine. I hated that my body loved his dark tone. I had to force my thighs together so I wouldn't tremble.

"Be polite, Cole," Marcus warned him.

"I am being polite," Cole smirked. "I haven't told her to leave yet."

"Let me guess," Reed stepped forward, cutting his dad off. His dark eyes scanned me up and down with disgust. "She's just a gold digger, exactly like her mother? How much is this one costing you, Dad?"

"Reed! That is enough!" Marcus shouted, his face turning red.

But Jasper wasn't going to stop. He slowly walked around me in a tight circle, acting exactly like a predator sizing up a weak meal. "Just look at her. She's pathetic. An Omega with absolutely no wolf. What did you even see in her mother? Her amazing ability to swipe credit cards?"

Every cruel word felt like a sharp knife, but my body was too distracted by the raging fire inside me. Whenever they stepped closer, my skin felt way too tight and hot. My breathing turned short and shallow.

What the hell is wrong with me?

"I didn't ask for any of this," I said quietly, but my voice shook. I forced myself to look Jasper right in the eye, pulling on that tiny scrap of power I wanted. "I didn't want to come here. I don't want your money."

"Oh, wow. She speaks," Cole laughed loudly, crossing his thick arms. "How charming."

"Boys, go to your rooms right now," Marcus ordered sharply. His Alpha tone left zero room for argument.

They turned to leave, but Reed stopped and looked over his wide shoulder. His dark eyes locked onto mine. "Stay out of our way, Omega. You are not welcome in this house."

The heavy front door slammed shut loudly behind them.

Mom grabbed my hand. "Aria, honey, I'm so sorry. They will calm down, I promise."

I couldn't even hear her properly. My legs were shaking badly. I was so totally confused. Why did they make me feel so incredibly turned on when they were being so cruel to me?

I needed to escape immediately. I found my new bedroom, dropped my heavy bags on the floor, and walked straight into the attached bathroom.

I turned the shower on as hot as it would possibly go. I stood under the heavy spray until my fingers wrinkled like raisins. I scrubbed my skin hard with a soapy sponge, desperately trying to wash away the heavy scent of pine and smoke. I tried to wash away the memory of Reed's dark, judgmental eyes. It didn't work. The heavy, aching throb between my legs absolutely refused to go away.

I turned off the water and stepped out, shivering slightly. I wrapped a thick, white towel tightly around my body, tucking the end securely above my breasts. My dark hair was completely wet, leaving little dark water spots on the plush gray carpet as I walked back into my quiet bedroom.

I let out a long, shaky breath. Maybe I could just hide in here forever.

Then, the bedroom door opened.

I froze perfectly still.

Reed stood right in the doorway. He hadn't bothered to knock at all. He had changed into light gray sweatpants that hung very low on his hips, and a tight black t-shirt that stretched perfectly across his broad chest.

His dark eyes locked onto me instantly. That wild, stormy energy crashed right back into the room, hitting me ten times harder than outside.

"What are you doing in here?" I squeaked out. I gripped the top of my towel much tighter. "Get out of my room."

He didn't move an inch. His eyes slowly traveled over my body. It was a very slow, deliberate look. He stared at my bare, wet shoulders. He stared at the curve of my breasts pushing against the wet towel. He stared directly at my bare legs. His look wasn't bored or angry anymore. It was completely hungry. He looked like a starving predator.

The heat inside my belly roared back to life. A traitorous, heavy throb pulsed between my legs, making my knees feel totally weak.

"You just don't quit, do you?" Reed said. His voice was a low, rough rumble.

He stepped inside the room and kicked the heavy door shut behind him.

Click.

The sharp sound of the lock made my heart jump into my throat.

"I'm not doing anything!" I pleaded, taking a small step backward. "I just took a shower! Please, just leave me alone."

"Please," he mocked me softly. He took a slow step forward. Then another.

The distance between us vanished completely. He was standing right in front of me. I could literally feel the intense body heat rolling off his skin.

"You stand there," Reed whispered, leaning down slightly. "Dripping wet. Smelling like fucking ripe peaches and rain. Wearing nothing but a towel in my house. And you expect me to believe this isn't a calculated little Omega move?"

Before I could even blink, his hand shot out. He didn't hit me. Instead, his large hand gripped my waist tightly right through the thick towel. His long fingers were incredibly strong and branding.

A massive jolt of pure electric pleasure shot straight down to my core. A helpless little tremor shook my entire body, and I gasped out loud.

"See?" he whispered softly. His handsome face was only inches from mine. His warm breath fanned across my hot cheeks. He smelled so insanely good that it made my head spin. "You're trembling. Your little heart is going crazy. I can smell your arousal from all the way across the hall. It's sickening, Aria. You're so fucking transparent."

"Let go of me," I breathed out. But my voice was terribly weak. There was zero force behind it. My body actually leaned into his large hand, desperately chasing more of that shocking, delicious heat.

"Disgusting," he snarled. But instead of pushing me away, his grip tightened violently.

He yanked me forward, pulling my body completely flush against his. I gasped loudly again. I could easily feel the thick, rock-hard shape of his erection pressing right against my lower stomach through his soft sweatpants and my towel.

A sharp, wet pulse answered between my legs. My brain was loudly screaming at me to run away, but my body just arched instinctively, pressing closer to his hard length.

Reed looked down into my eyes. He looked totally wild and conflicted. I could see bright anger and deep revulsion in his dark eyes, but right beneath that... there was a blazing, totally out-of-control hunger. It perfectly mirrored my own feeling.

"I can't fucking stand you," he growled quietly, talking more to himself than to me. "I can't stand this... this crazy pull."

He shook his head quickly, like he was trying to snap out of a bad dream. But his strong hand on my waist only squeezed tighter. His free hand reached up fast. His thick fingers tangled roughly into my wet hair. He yanked my head back, fully exposing my neck to him.

He wasn't being gentle at all. It was completely possessive. It felt like he was claiming me, acting like he had every right in the world to touch me exactly like this.

"You're..." He stopped talking. His square jaw clenched hard. The words seemed to strangle him in his throat.

His dark eyes dropped down to my parted lips. I watched his pupils blow wide open. The black completely swallowed the color in his eyes.

"Fuck," he groaned loudly.

The curse word was guttural, torn from deep inside his heavy chest.

And then, his mouth crashed down hard onto mine.

It wasn't a kiss. It was an absolute claiming. It was a total assault on my senses. It was hard, desperate, and completely angry. He kissed me like he was severely punishing me for something I didn't even understand. His lips were rough and demanding, bruising my mouth. When his hot tongue swept past my lips and aggressively invaded my mouth, I couldn't even form a single thought to stop him. The truth was, I didn't want to stop him at all.

The entire world narrowed down to the amazing taste of him. Strong mint mixed with something dark, wild, and deeply male. There was only the feeling of his solid, muscular body pressing hard against my soft, damp curves.

Reed groaned deeply straight into my mouth. The rough sound vibrated right through my chest, raw and primal.

His hands slid down my wet back with bruising force. One massive palm gripped my ass firmly right through the towel. His long fingers dug into my flesh hard enough to leave dark marks. He lifted me slightly, pulling my hips even tighter against the thick, pulsing ridge of his erection.

His other hand slid around my throat. He wasn't squeezing enough to hurt me, just holding me firmly. It was controlling, a dark, silent reminder of exactly who was in charge right now.

God, he tastes so fucking good, I thought, my mind spinning into a messy haze of pure heat. This is wrong. This is so incredibly wrong. But I can't...