Then the Wolf Step In

Chapter 6

Joy’s POV

Driven by an urge to rebel, I eventually called out, “Mom, you could ask the servant to bring it to Ryan. I just left his room and I don’t want to go back. It is so weird."

Mom raised her head, looking at me with her eyebrows knitted, "I don’t see it this way. You should take this opportunity to show your kindness to your brother."Seeing I am not moving, mom sighed and spoke gently, "Joy, Ryan has tried to break the ice. You should return the favor."

I was speechless. Staring at the cookies for a long time, I gave up on the pointless argument with my mom and walked towards Ryan’s room. The door to Ryan's room was left cracked. Thinking that Ryan could be busy, I decided to stand outside and wait for the right moment to knock. Every now and then there was a muffled voice raising, too vague to identify. My curiosity grew in the every passing second. Suddenly a low growl reached my ears. Utterly startled, I lifted my eyes and peeked through the crevice. At one glance, Ryan’s body occupied my sight.

He was lying on his back in the chair I had just sat in. His eyes closed, and he was m**********g himself. His thick c**k throbbed under his caresses, hardening at each stroke. I held my breath but couldn't take my eyes off him. With a growl he came, shooting a stream of white liquid spilling over his hand.

My mouth went dry and my brain was shut down. For a moment I wasn’t able to think so I just stood there, watching the show. My rationality was screaming at me, demanding me to close my eyes, turn around and leave while another voice in my head lured me to stay and enjoy the show. Why not? It said. It is free.

The dark side of me could be a p*****t. I swallowed hard and finally recollected myself. Holding my breath, I tiptoed to leave. For my life’s sake. I would be a dead body if Ryan figured out that I had watched him masturbate. Terrified by the thought, I locked the door after I entered my room. Making sure that no one could get in, I jumped onto the bed and let out a sigh of relief.

Lying on my bed I was deep in thought. Ryan was complicated and it wasn’t easy to understand him. He was too changeable to be profiled. He could be very mean while being very sweet. His attitudes might not necessarily be reflections of his feelings but his strategies to manipulate people. To threaten and to tempt, chasing his prey to fall into the trap he set.

I had a gut feeling that I had to distant myself from Ryan despite the fact that he had shown affection for me. Ryan didn't like my mom, so how could he like me? If he didn’t like me, why would he listen to my mom and spend time tutoring me? He was acting for a reason. He must be planning on something. The moment I let my guard down, he would launch the attack and shatter me in pieces.

I fell asleep thinking about it. I found the color of my bed changed. It was no longer the pink one my mom had gotten for me. The sheets were now dark blue. Cold and silky to the touch.

This wasn’t my bed. I’d seen this bed before. It was Ryan's bed. I frowned and looked around. There were no lights on and the curtains were tightly drawn, making the whole room dark. I glanced down and found myself naked, hands tied to the bed. I struggled to get up but I couldn’t no matter what.

Then a familiar scent hit my nostrils.

The door to the room was opened and a glimmer of light filtered in. Ryan stood against the light, walking slowly towards me. The light was dim and I couldn't see the look on his face. All I knew was that he wore nothing. And I didn’t avert my eyes when his naked body was exposed to me. Instead my eyes skimmed over his body and returned to his face. I muttered under breath, “What are you doing here?”

He answered me by lunging at me like a starving monster who was about to wolf down his prey.

"Mate." he uttered.

"WHAT?"I gasped.

“Mate!”He growled and this time I heard the word.

What is this supposed to mean? He must have mistaken me for someone else. That's right, maybe I look like his ex-girlfriend who cheated on him. My face reminded him of his ex and that's what caused him to keep calling me slut.

Perfectly reasonable.

"Whoever you’re referring to, you've got the wrong person. I am not the one you’re looking for" I screamed, endeavoring to push him away.

Ryan held my wrist as he insisted, "No I didn't. You are the one. You're mine."

My heart skipped a beat as I heard the declaration. I should have continued struggling but I forgot to resist.

Oh I f*****g hate his gorgeous face. It was dangerously mesmerizing.

Ryan definitely knew how to utilize his face. He chuckled as he pressed his body against mine while holding my gaze. His body was blazing hot and it ignite the lust in my body.

He used one hand to hold my hands above my head and the other to fondle my breasts. He rubbed his thumbs over my n*****s till they harden under his caress. He buried his face in my chest, nibbling on my flesh with his teeth. He was a beast devouring my body. Those bites were too gentle to tear me apart while too forceful to be neglected at the same time.

I couldn't make a sound. All I could do was watch with my eyes open as Ryan worked his way all over me.

His left hand held onto my waist and pulled me toward him; the right one went down, sliding along my abdomen and took off my panties. The next second his c**k and my p***y slammed together and I gasped at the foreign feeling. Tingles flow through me as his harden c**k rubbed against my p***y. I wasn't wet yet, so he teased me slowly. My whole body shivered when his fingers pinched my nub and slowly slid his finger into my p***y. His fingers moved in and out, playing with my folds and soon his fingers were coated by my juices.

“Fuck.”I panted at the scene.

"You’re so hot and tight. I want to f**k you so hard."Ryan groaned as he pulled out his finger and positioned his c**k to my entrance.

The moment he pumped in, I jerked awake.

I was in a sweaty mess. By then did I realize what I experienced was nothing but a dream.

Yet it was so real. The heat of his body. The pain when he bit my breast. The swelling pain when his fingers opened me up.

Stop thinking about Ryan. I muttered to myself. I didn't understand why I was having these dreams and I was freaking out.

It wasn't because I wasn’t able to push Ryan away.

It wasn’t because Ryan mistook me for someone else and longed to have s*x with me.

It was because his touch TURNED ME ON.

My body couldn’t resist Ryan and even wanted him.

My stepbrother.

This was crazy.

Sitting up, I stared at the wall in front of me, wondering if I should simply beat my head against the wall and kill myself while I still had my rationality with me.