Claim Me, Alpha StepBrothers

She’s On Heat

~Olive~

Dinner feels like walking into a trap I set for myself.

My legs are still shaky from the hallway, p***y still stupidly wet and pulsing like it misses Crew’s thick fingers stretching me open. I tried to shower it off. I tried to ignore it. But every time I move, I feel the slickness, the ache, the way my body is screaming more while my brain is screaming murder these assholes.

I throw on the black sweater and leggings like they can hide how f****d I am. They don’t. I still smell like s*x and shame and him.

The second I sit between them, Crew’s thigh slams against mine under the table, heavy and hot and deliberate. I dig my nails into it hard enough to leave marks. He doesn’t even flinch. Just spreads his legs wider so his knee presses right against my p***y through the fabric. Bastard.

Richard lifts his glass all smooth and powerful, like he didn’t watch his son knuckle-deep in me this morning. “To family. Real family now.”

Mom smiles so big it hurts to look at. “To family.”

I don’t drink. I glare at the man who ordered my father’s death twelve years ago and now wants me to call him Daddy.

He sets his glass down and looks straight at me. Calm. Too calm. “Olive, I had Cook pull some of your father’s old estate papers today. Now that Diane and I are married, we should settle everything properly. Assets, accounts… things Marco wanted you to have.”

My heart slams against my ribs so hard I feel dizzy. The string in my chest twists like it’s trying to rip me apart. You killed him and now you’re playing generous stepdad? f**k you. f**k you f**k you f**k you.

Before I can rip his throat out with words, he keeps going, voice steady like he’s closing a business deal. “And since you’ll be tutoring the boys when Ashford starts… it’s perfect timing. Diane says you’re brilliant — 4.0, Yale acceptance already. The twins need to stay on track this semester. It’ll be good for all of you. Family supporting family.”

The table goes silent. Crew’s hand is already moving under the table, sliding up my thigh, fingers pushing between my legs and rubbing slow, filthy circles right over my c**t through the soaked leggings. My p***y clenches I almost whimper out loud. Fresh slick gushes out of me.

Goddamn it, Crew. I hate you. I hate how good your fingers feel. I hate that I’m getting wetter while I’m sitting across from the man who murdered my dad.

Cas is staring from across the table, eyes blown dark, jaw clenched like he’s two seconds from flipping the whole table. He knows. He can probably smell how soaked I am and it’s destroying him.

I force my voice out, sharp and shaking even while my hips give one involuntary little rock against Crew’s hand. “Tutoring them? So I get to waste my time on the same two assholes who broke me sophomore year while living in the house of the man who—” I swallow the rest, chest heaving. “Yeah. Super healthy family dynamic. Sign me the f**k up.”

Mom looks devastated. “Olive…”

Richard doesn’t even blink. “It’s an opportunity, Olive. For all of us. You’re brilliant. They’re seniors. With the three of you under one roof now, we need to show a united front at Ashford.”

Crew’s fingers press harder, rubbing my swollen c**t in tight, perfect circles, pushing the wet fabric against me exactly right. My thighs tremble. I’m dripping down my ass. My n*****s are so hard they hurt. I want to scream. I want to come. I want to burn this entire mansion to the ground with all of them inside it.

“United front,” I laugh, bitter and broken. “Right. Because nothing says ‘happy family’ like your son finger-f*****g his new stepsister against the wall while you watch, then forcing tutoring so he can keep doing it in the library stacks.”

Silence explodes.

Mom chokes on her wine. Cas’s fist hits the table. Crew chuckles right next to my ear, fingers never stopping, like he’s proud of me for being a messy little slut at dinner.

Richard sets his fork down, eyes locked on mine. “Discretion, Olive. That’s all I ask. For the family’s sake.”

I shove my chair back so hard it almost falls over. Crew’s hand slips away, but not before he squeezes my thigh one last time, leaving bruises and heat and unbearable emptiness.

“I’ll do the f*****g tutoring,” I spit, voice cracking with rage and leftover pleasure. “But don’t expect me to smile and play sister while I do it. And keep your hands off my father’s papers, Richard. You’ve taken enough from me already.”

I bolt upstairs, slam my door, lock it, and shove my leggings down in one frantic move. My fingers slam into my dripping cunt..two, then three curling hard while my thumb attacks my c**t.

“f**k you, Crew. f**k you, Cas. f**k you, Richard,” I moan, hips jerking wildly, tears burning my eyes. I come so hard my vision whites out, biting my arm to stay quiet.

After, I grab my phone with shaking hands and open the NEW PLAN.

1. Tutor them. Get close. Learn every dirty secret.

2. Use the estate papers to destroy him.

3. STOP LETTING CREW FINGER YOU NO MATTER HOW f*****g GOOD IT FEELS

4. Do not fall for the way Cas looks at you like he’s dying.

5. Burn. Them. All. Down.

I delete line 3 four times and still leave it there.

I toss my phone somewhere on the bed and curl up into the world’s tiniest, most pathetic ball, knees smashed to my chest like that’ll stop the stupid string from yanking my ribs apart. My p***y is still fluttering and leaking like a needy little w***e that didn’t get the memo that we hate them. The black sweater is stuck to my back, leggings ruined, everything too hot and too wet and too much.

“Sleep, you f*****g disaster,” I mutter into the pillow. “Just pass out and stop thinking about Crew’s fingers and Cas’s eyes and Richard’s calm face like he owns me already. Please brain. Please.”

It doesn’t work. Of course it f*****g doesn’t.

The second my eyes close the heat slams into the dream like a fever I can’t escape.

I’m in my bed but everything is hazy, glowing, burning alive. My skin feels too tight. My belly keeps cramping hard.

Crew appears first, grey wolf eyes glowing, that feral smirk as he climbs over me. “Look at you, kitten. Already dripping for your stepbrother like a good little omega.”

He pins my thighs open wide and slams his thick c**k into me in one thrust, stretching me so full I scream. The knot starts swelling immediately, locking us together, grinding against that spot inside that makes my eyes roll back. “f**k, so tight. So wet. This p***y was made for my knot. Gonna breed you right here, fill you up until you’re leaking my c*m for days.”

I’m sobbing, hips rocking up to meet every thrust, nails digging into his back. “Crew— oh god— hate you— don’t stop—” The words are a mess, pathetic and horny and frantic. He laughs low and dark against my neck, biting down just enough to make the string in my chest explode with golden heat.

Then Cas is there too, on the other side, dark eyes full of starvation. He threads his fingers in my hair, feeding me his c**k slow and deep while whispering.

“I’m sorry, Olive… we ruined you… but you’re ours now. Let us take care of you. Let us knot you. Let us mark you.” I’m choking on him, moaning around his length, tears streaming while Crew f***s me harder, knot swelling bigger, the stretch burning so good I’m shaking.

I came so f*****g hard in the dream, screaming their names like a slut that it almost rips me awake.

Then the dream shifts hard.

Dad?