Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 68913 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68913 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Reluctantly, I withdrew my fingers. I wanted to suck them clean and taste her juices—instead I wiped them on my trousers.
“Why did you stop?” Delilah looked at me again, shaking her head to get her long curls out of her eyes.
“Because I wasn’t putting my fingers in your pussy to pleasure you—I was trying to make sure you were still a virgin,” I reminded her. “And I wanted to teach you a lesson—you can’t go out and flaunt your body however you want to. Like it or not, you’re related to the Packmaster which means you have to retain some level of dignity and decency.”
“Oh, like the way you were so decently finger-fucking me just now?” She sneered.
“You heard me, Delilah,” I warned her. “And you’re now under house arrest. This first time you’ll only be stuck inside for a week. But if you act out or misbehave again, I’ll make it a month, or two months, or a year!”
I shoved her, still panting, off my lap and rose from the couch.
“You can’t keep me inside against my will!” Delilah’s mismatched eyes blazed into mine. “You’re my brother—not my owner!”
“I’m your Packmaster,” I reminded her. “I can do anything I fucking want.”
“I’ll call the police!” she threatened.
“Call them,” I said blandly. “We have Alphas on the force.”
“The doctor then—I’ll call and tell them—”
“What, that two big mean Alphas are standing guard outside your door and not letting you leave?” I demanded. “So then the doctor will call the police…where we have plenty of Pack members, as I said.”
“You…you…you big asshole!” Her face screwed up into an expression of pure fury. Too bad for her that the freckles on her cute little nose made her adorable rather than scary.
I leaned down and shoved my face into hers.
“Face it, little sister, you’re going to have to take your punishment,” I growled. “I’m not just your big brother—I’m your Packmaster and you will obey me or face the consequences!”
Then I turned and walked out, leaving her to fume.
Part of me felt a little bit guilty. Maybe I had been too hard on her. Maybe I shouldn’t have fingered her pussy.
But I pushed the guilt away. I told myself I had punished her in the only way she would understand and that she would think twice about ever doing something like stripping again. Also, I hadn’t finger-fucked her because I wanted to—I’d only done it to prove to myself she was still a virgin. And thank fuck, she seemed to be.
I told myself all of that—made all the excuses I could think of.
But on the ride home in the back of the Escalade, I put my fingers in my mouth and sucked away the last of her sweet pussy juice while I remembered how she had bucked back against me and panted while I thrust into her.
I was completely lost…I just didn’t know it yet.
4
DELILAH
The first thing I thought when I saw my big brother at the strip club was, Finally!
The second thing I thought was, Holy shit—he’s going to kill me!
I had never seen Cole so angry before—not in all our time of being adopted siblings. And let me tell you, he’s a big guy—six foot six or seven and built like a pro wrestler—so that’s a lot to see coming at you. My adopted Dad was built the same way, so I guess he gets it from him.
Sorry—give me a minute. I still can’t remember my adopted mom and dad—Cole’s real mom and dad—without tearing up…
Okay—deep breath. So, at the time Cole caught me at The Doll House, it hadn’t been that long since they’d passed…or since the time I spent in my big brother’s house, with the two of us looking after each other.
I couldn’t think about those few precious weeks with him without being overcome by a sense of longing…and loss. Because when he kicked me out of his life, I lost the only family I had left…and the only man in the world I had ever wanted.
I’m going to admit something to you now that might sound strange but bear with me—I’m completely in love with my big brother. And I have been almost from the moment I met him.
I still remember that first night after the adoption ceremony—it was a scary ritual for eleven-year-old me. All that chanting and pricking our fingers and letting the blood drops fall into the candle flame—it seemed mysterious and ominous and above all permanent.
If I had only known then what I do now—that damn ceremony was scary for reasons I couldn’t even fathom at the time. Because it was going to keep me and Cole apart, probably forever.
But back to that night—I remember crying in my room, in the strange new bed I’d been given to sleep in. It was comfortable and clean but it didn’t smell like home. My adoptive mom—Cole’s mom—used a different laundry detergent than the one my real mom had used. Also, back home I’d had my cat, Dinky to sleep with. But since my real parents’ death, he had run away somewhere. Even though my adoptive dad—Cole’s dad—had been nice enough to go searching for him several times, he had never come back.