My 4 Hot Stepbrothers Want a Taste of Me

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d touched....my waist, my ass, my throat....burned like he'd branded me with his hands. The towel hu

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onger, pulsing in time with my racing heartbeat. This wasn't normal. I'd never felt anything like this before

ooked at me with such disgust, called me a whore, told me I didn't belong here.

Stop

pen. I'd just gotten he

e. That look....hungry and hateful all at once....sent another wave of heat through me. When he took

oth of my hands, and my right

ac

ed sharply in the

ad to look back at me, there was absolutely no apology in his dark eyes. There was only a dark,

owding me aggressively against the wall. His large hand

ega?" he taunted. His voice was a low,

chest was heaving and my voice shook terri

nding here in a tiny towel, practically begging for an Alpha's touch

, pressing my back harder i

ally smell how wet you are for me. Your sweet scent is choking the whole room. You want

t. My heart was hammering against my ribs as

heavy swell of my breasts pushing against the terrycloth. "You play the innocent, broken v

o touch me! You for

his breath hot on my lips. "But you didn't. You moaned right into my mouth. You leaned into my hand. You

hot tears of deep frustration

ater," h

one large hand up to touch his red cheek, and his lips curved into a ve

out of my room, slamming the he

ing to my chest. The heavy ache inside me hadn't gone away at all. If anything, it was s

ll so amazin

and practically weeping with desperate need. This felt exactly like the heat symptoms I had read about online. It was the overwhelmi

a wolf. I'm totall

robbing between my legs violently demanded my full attention, and I absolutely hated myself for it. I hated that Ree

his time was very different. This feeling was desperate, urgent, and bordering on painful. It f

slid slowly down my flat stomach. My fingers were trembling as they reached under my pillow and found the small pink vibrator I

myself. Just to make th

ighly sensitive points. I reached up and touched one, gently rolling it between my thumb and index finger. I gas

The very first touch of the smooth silicone against my

fu

e sheets and my thighs shake. I bit down hard on my lower lip, desperately trying to stay quiet. The walls

clearly imagined Reed standing right outside my locked door. I pictured him listening closely to every single gasp and soft wh

t with a frantic rhythm. My other free hand aggressively cupped my bare breast. I pinched my hard nipple very roug

r memory of the way his large hand had gripped my throat-not squeezing to hurt, but simply owning me. I remembered his

rty argument we just had: "You want me to completely wreck you, Aria. You want

God

y pillow at the stretch. It wasn't enough. Not nearly enough. I wanted something bigger, thicker. I wanted

lit. The dual sensation was overwhelming. My free hand clawed at the sheets, then

hore," his voice e

pussy clench around the vibrator, shouldn't make more wetne

crossed, eyes dark with lust he refused to act on. Watching me fall apart, desperate for him. M

me like a lig

after wave of pleasure crashed through me, my pussy clamping down on the vibra

ache was still there.

at the ceiling. The vibrator slipped out of me, s

ave I

g about someone who hated me. Someone who'd called me pathetic and told me I didn't

y naked body. My skin still burned. Between my l

sm hadn't fixed it. If anything, it had made the hunger worse

'd drifted off, feverish dreams woke me....hands on my skin, lips on my throat, bodies pressing me into the mat

sized hoodie that hid everything. Maybe if I

airs. Voices drifted from the dining

table with Marcus and Mom. The mo

ared at me with an expression I couldn't read

down," Mom cal

't do

s pinned me in place. My chest ti

ed, backing away. "I'll j

ape their stares. The cool morning air hit my flushed face, bu

d a