I'm His Stepmom; He's My Mate

Gone too far

**Esme's POV**

I sat there, the weight of my actions pressed down on me. I hadn't meant for this to escalate so quickly.

I wanted Kai to suffer. I wanted him to feel the sting of my defiance. I wanted to make him feel jealous and pained. But not at the cost of fracturing his relationship with his father.

What could I do? My thoughts, already muddled, were further clouded by Lucian's voice, "Don't mind that spoiled brat! He's not annoyed that you'll be his stepmom, he's angry because he won't be able to touch you the way he does. He wants no step-siblings.”

“Oh,” was the only thing I said.

My mind reeled. Maybe I should just...I gasped as Lucian's hands, warm and powerful, grasped my breasts, one at a time. I didn't expect it. His fingers held the base while his thumb moved slowly on my breast.

Oh my God! I'm stupid... I'm his wife… He's definitely going to want to touch me… to have s*x.

I lifted my eyes to meet him and saw the fire in his gaze, the desire that pulsed beneath the surface.

"I want you, baby," he murmured, his voice a low rumble. “Now.”

“I thought…”

“After the wedding? It is sure. You will not just be my wife, you'll be Luna to the Bloomfield pack. I give you my word.”

I smiled, a fleeting, calculated smile. That was all I could do. He would do all he said. I was to perform my role as a wife. How would I tell him no?

Lucian was forty-three, fit to be my husband, fit to handle the energy I radiated, and not too old. He was all Kai. He was the exact older version of Kai, but he possessed the maturity and strength, with a more commanding, established aura; a man many women coveted.

He fondled my breast, pushing the delicate fabric of my nightie apart, his touch feather-light yet undeniably potent.

His fingers traced the delicate curve of my n****e. This made me lower myself. That was my weakest spot.

It was late. The deed was done. His touch sent a wave of heat through me, a warmth that had nothing to do with the cool air of the room.

Could I tell him to stop? The question hung in the air, unspoken, unanswered. The sensation was undeniable. His touch sent electrical sparks surging through my veins, a tangible fire.

He bent to kiss my neck, his lips feathering the delicate skin, a slow, deliberate dance of heat. I tilted my head, pushing him away.

I didn't want him to feel that I didn't want him. Then I giggled. “We're in the living room…” I said and dragged.

And then, Kai.

Kai had descended the stairs and we didn't know. His backpack was slung over his shoulder. He paused, his eyes locking onto mine.

My heart skipped a beat, the same familiar flutter that accompanied every encounter with him anytime he looked at me. But this time, pride held sway.

This was the look I wanted him to see. I placed my hand on Lucian's neck and then pulled him closer, his body pressing against mine. My breasts were exposed and I didn’t care. This was the show I was putting on for him. I wanted him to see what he could have had, reaped by someone he couldn't push away like the other guys in school.

Lesson learned, goal achieved. Now, I needed to stop Lucian. I pushed him away, "Oh," I murmured, covering my breast with the nightie. Lucian raised his head.

"Oh, I'm sorry, boy," he said, his voice laced with amusement. "This is something you might continue to see if we're not careful with… you know."

I scoffed silently. Lucian was playing right into my game, playing the right card in my sleeve, playing into my carefully constructed strategy.

Kai looked at me again. His mouth moved as though he wanted to say something. He nodded, cleared his throat, and then walked out.

Once he was gone, I felt the air shift. Lucian's arms encircled me, one beneath and at the back of my knees, the other on my upper back. He turned to face the stairs.

As we went, step after step, my mind raced. He wanted to f**k! Well, he had the rights. We were engaged. But that wasn't part of my plan. Still, I smiled when he looked into my face.

He gently laid me onto the bed, carefully, like I was an egg. He pulled my nightgown upwards. He pulled my panties down. He then looked into my eyes and shifted my gown on both edges, revealing my breasts. He loved to see them.

He settled onto me, his body pressing against mine. His hands, exploring, moved lower, their touch eliciting a soft gasp from me. His other hand slid down my body, lingering on my inner thighs. My mind reeled.

He leaned in and kissed me. I felt the scent of him. Of high masculine power and aura. But I didn't reciprocate. My lips remained firm.

I thought he would touch my p***y. I thought he was going to finger me. That would be crazy. But it appeared he was getting his c**k out of his boxers.

When he positioned himself, I saw it. His c**k. It was a thick, hard column of masculine power. He held it in place, its length showing off. I saw his thick, lengthy, dark yellow, and pink-headed d**k hard and erect.

“Don't be scared, baby. I'll be gentle.”

"Can we wait till after the wedding?" I whispered, my voice barely audible against the rhythmic pulse of his body. But he didn't stop. That wasn't enough to convince a man who was hard and ready.

He pulled me into a position that allowed him complete control, and I folded my legs. He pulled again and I closed my legs.

"I like it that way," he said, his voice a husky murmur. "Struggle a bit; you'll calm down once I'm in."

He opened my legs and positioned himself between them. I felt a cold landing on my p***y.

Oh no! I shifted my ass.

His c**k missed my opening.

He giggled. “I like it that way.”

He thought I was joking. He thought we were playing.

He placed his arms beneath my legs, pulled me in, and folded my legs such that they were close to my ear.

He looked down at my p***y and I hoped for a miracle. At that position, no movement was possible.

Just as his hips descended, the door creaked open.

Lucian growled as he turned to look, "Do you want to lose your head, Kaiser?"

"I probably will, but not by you, Alpha," Kai said. "The west pack outpost that's supposed to bring in the thousand-pound nuggets of raw gold is under attack."

"What?" Lucian exclaimed and sprang off me.

I quickly folded myself into my nightgown.

Kai's eyes were on me, red, downcast, and… teary.

I turned to the other side. I had narrowly escaped. Also, I had succeeded. Kai's jealousy, fueled by his fear of his father claiming me, was undeniable.

But…was Kai about to cry? Had I done too much? Had I gone too far? Had I truly lost my way?