Stepbrother Claims It All (Leo's Harem)

Chapter Nine

Leo's POV

My fingers were wrapped tight around the door handle, my feet planted solidly in front of Avery's room.

I stared at the dark hallway, knowing fully well I should not be out here that long. I knew it was nighttime, but still... Gianna could come out of her room for absolutely no reason. Beatrice and Sarah were out, so it was safe to say there was no need to worry about them.

My eyes riveted back to Avery's door, my heart thumping wildly against my chest.

It's a trap! The voice in my head yelled loud.

And a small part of me believed it. It did not make any sense, not her text or the words in it.

Why would she want this?

Why would someone like Avery want such a relationship with me?

Nah. No matter how I thought about it, nothing made sense.

I raised my left hand up, my eyes flickering over to the screen. And the message was still there, boldly displayed on the screen.

«I've always wanted you to claim me, master.»

It really did not seem like words that could come from Avery. She had always wanted me to be her master? Nah, it still did not seem real.

It had to be a game. A way to lure me in. Probably Gianna was in there, waiting alongside Avery. Then I would get thrown out of the house or worse, arrested.

But damn! I was curious.

Whatever! If this was a trap or not, there was only one way to find out. That would be turning the doorknob. I had to go in.

«Tonight, I want you naked under the covers.»

That was my reply to her text, and now that I thought about it, now that I was standing right before her door, I realized that I was out of my mind to have sent such a reply.

«Tonight, I want you naked under the covers.»

Why the fück did I send that?

But anyway, if I did walk into the room and she was lying naked in bed, it meant... that everything else was in my head. Her text was never a prank or a trap.

But if that was not the case. If she was not lying naked... then I had just walked into my own destruction.

My fingers curled tighter. The metal bit into my palm. I had to know. The not-knowing was worse torture.

Whatever was waiting for me behind the damn door, I should find out. Yes, I should.

I turned the handle. It moved without a sound. The door was unlocked.

I pushed it open.

Moonlight poured through the windows, painting the vast room in shades of silver and deep blue. And in the center of the room, the massive four-poster bed was an island of white. A shape lay under the duvet, still and silent.

Avery.

I stepped inside and closed the door behind me. The soft click of the latch was deafening.

I did not move at first. I stood before the bed and just watched her sleep. Her blonde hair was fanned across the pillow, a pale gold against the white. One arm was curled near her face, her lips slightly parted. She looked fragile. Beautiful in a way that made my chest ache.

For a moment, I did not want to ruin her in the same way as the others. Maybe I should not.

I stretched my hand forward, reaching for the edge of the duvet. The fabric was soft, and I gripped it. Then pulled.

The cover rose, revealing her shoulder, then the smooth plane of her back. Pale skin gleamed in the moonlight. I pulled on it harder. The duvet slipped.

It slipped over the curve of her hip, the swell of her bare buttock.

Naked.

All of her.

I let the duvet fall from my fingers. It whispered back over her skin. My heart did not just jump; it kicked, a hard, painful thud of pure, undiluted triumph.

A fierce, hot satisfaction roared through me, washing away the last shreds of doubt I had in me. It was real. She was here. She was mine.

My c**k, which had been half-hard since I left the closet, surged to full, painful life. It strained against the zipper of my jeans, a thick, demanding weight. The blood in my veins had turned to fire.

I did not think anymore. Instinct took over. I shoved the duvet down to her ankles, baring her completely to the cool, moonlit air. She stirred, a soft sigh escaping her lips, then she shifted onto her back, one arm flopping out to the side.

The sight laid out before my eyes stole the air from my lungs.

Her body was a landscape of soft curves. Small, high breasts with pale pink n*****s that were tight little buds in the cool air. The dip of her waist, the flare of her hips. And between her legs... Fück! The neat, pale blonde triangle of hair, a thatch of soft curls covering her sēx. In the dim light, I could see the plump, closed lips that nestled within.

I unbuttoned my jeans, shoved them down my thighs with my boxers in one rough motion. My c**k sprang free, jutting upward, thick and angry. The head was already wet with a bead of fluid that gleamed.

I climbed onto the bed, the mattress dipping under my weight. I put a knee on either side of her thighs, then loomed over her.

Her eyes fluttered open.

Confusion swam in her pale blue gaze for a second, then cleared into wide, startled awareness. She saw me. She saw my face, my bare chest. "Leo?"

"Try again." My voice came out rough, my darkened gaze staring into her eyes intently.

"Ma-master?" She choked.

I leaned down, bracing my hands on the pillow on either side of her head. I brought my face close to hers. Our breath mingled.

"Good girl." I grinned. "And for being such an obedient pet," I whispered, my breath fanning her pointy nose. "This is your reward."

Before she could speak, before she could even gasp, I moved. I slid down her body, my mouth trailing a hot, open-mouthed path over the delicate skin of her throat, the slope of one breast, but I did not stop to taste her nipplēs. My target was lower.

I hooked my hands under her knees, pushing her legs apart, then spread her wide, settling between her thighs. The scent of her hit me then, the undeniable, musky sweetness of her arousal. She was already wet for me.

The knowledge that it was not just a coincidence, it was not her body acting on its own, no. This was all her.

The outer lips of her cunt were full and puffy. Her glistening wetness coated the inner folds, which were parted slightly, revealing the darker, swollen flesh within. At the top, her c******s was a small, hard nub under its hood.

I brought my head forward, lowering my face between her parted legs, mouth pressing to her heat.

Fück. She was so soft, so fücking hot against my lips. She tasted like salt and honey, a sweet tang that went straight to my c**k.

"Oh–" she moaned softly, thighs trembling.

I licked her from the very bottom of her opening, all the way up through her soaked folds to the tight little bud of her clìt. Her whole body jolted. Her thighs tensed against my ears.

I did it again. And again. Licking her like she was the only thing I had ever wanted to taste. My tongue explored every fold, every secret twist.

Then I pushed my tongue inside, tasting the full thickness of her wetness. Her lips clutched onto me, flooding my mouth with her juice. It dripped down my chin.

And even now, that my face was buried in her cünt, disbelief was still wrapped around my head. Even now that her scent intoxicated me, everything still felt unreal.

I focused on her clìt, circling it fast with the tip of my tongue, giving it light flicks that could perhaps make everything seem real to me.

And the more her hips jerked off the bed, the more her legs trembled against my ears, reality hit clearer.

She called me master. And my mouth was closing over her cunt. My stepsister's cünt.

Fück.

I sucked her clìt gently between my lips, applying a soft pressure. In that moment, her hands flew downward, her fingers tangling in my hair. She did not push me away, but held on tight.

Deciding she deserved a bigger reward, I pushed two fingers inside her core. And Christ, she was as tight as the last time I fingered her in the backyard.

A slick, clutching heat that made my own c**k throb in maddening lust. I curled my fingers in, pressing hard against her sweet spot, then rubbed it in a firm circular motion.

"Goddddddddd–!" Avery shrieked, a high, surprised cry of pleasure that tore from her throat and shattered the silent room. Her back arched off the bed, her hips grinding against my face.

I panicked, jerking up fast as I grabbed a pillow from beside her head, then shoved it onto her face. I turned to the door, staring at it with wide eyes.

What if... what if someone heard that? That was fücking loud.

"I'm so–sorry. It... it felt so good." Her muffled voice came from underneath the pillow.

I released a ragged breath, taking the pillow off her face. "You have to stay quiet, if you want your full reward."

She nodded slow, having a sorry look on her face. I placed the pillow back on her face, and moved downward to her cünt once more.

I went back to work with a furious intensity. My tongue lashed her clìt, my fingers pumped in and out of her soaked channel, curling to hit that spot again and again.

Then–

A hard, raised knock came on the bedroom door.

We both went still, my eyes locked on the door, with a beating heart.

"Avery? I heard... I heard screaming."

Shit! That was Beatrice.

"Y-you should stay under the covers." Avery whispered, and before I could fully go under the covers, the door opened wide and Beatrice walked in.

"s**t!" I muttered under my breath, grabbing the blanket with both hands.

"You!" Beatrice screamed, her fingers pointed straight at me. "What are you doing here!"