Then the Wolf Step In

Chapter 3

Ryan’s POV

My step sister was utterly shocked at my way of greeting.

Then her pretty face flushed fiercely because of anger. Her eyes flared and her eyebrows were knitted.

Scanning down, I looked at her neck, collarbone and then her waist. She had a curvy body. f**k. She did not wear a bra. Her breasts were big and round, with pink n*****s making me swallowed. I want to suck it hard. Waterdrops went down along the curve of her body. It passed by the basin between her breasts, lingering on her flat belly and eventually sliding into her panties.

Every part of this torso looked erotic.

She finally snapped from the daze she was in. The next second, she rummaged in the closet and put on the first thing she found. It was a wide T-shirt, too short to cover her body. It barely covered her round ass and her legs were still exposed.

Recollecting herself, she glared at me and raised her arm to slap me. Strangely, I didn't have any intention to dodge. Curiosity took the better side of me and I’d like to know if she had the guts to do it. I raised my chin but she hesitantly lowered her hand.

I laughed. That’s what I expected. A coward after all.

She shouted, "Why are you in my room?"

Boring question. I have no interest in answering. Ignoring her inquiry, I scanned her entire body with a flirty gaze and asked in an innocent tone, "Why are you naked? Did your mom serve a good example to you? She seduced my father and now you were sent to seduce me?"

Stunned at my accusation, she began to stammer and defended herself, "You’re talking nonsense! I am not here to seduce you! I didn't even know you were in my room!"

"Your room?" I looked around the room and my eyes fell back to her flushed face, "This is my house. To what extent do you think this is YOUR room?"

Either embarrassed or outraged, her face reddened. She opened her mouth-it could be told from her angry face that she wanted to curse me. I was waiting with excitement. The bigger the fight we had, the better. Come on, attack me, then I’d have a fair reason to ask my father to kick out Ivy Morgan and her daughter, sending them back to wherever they came from.

But in the end the cunning b***h held back her anger . She took a deep breath and negotiated with me in a calm voice, "You’re right, Ryan. You owned this house. But I'm the one boarding this room now. You can't just walk in without asking me. I don't know why you’re here, but would you kindly leave me alone? I am tired. If you have anything to say, we can talk about it tomorrow, okay?"

She spoke in dignity, yet her expressions are soft and defeated. Pleased by her submissive attitude, I chanted mercifully, "Your mom asked me to be your tutor and assisted you with your homework. You’re expected to come to my room every night since tomorrow."

With that I stood up, brushed past her and walked out. I heard a long exhale behind me. Seconds later the breathing became rapid and finally turned into sobbing.

Well, she sounded sad but I don’t pity her. Ivy Morgan is a b***h. So is her daughter. Believe it or not, the gene has magic. When dealing with bitches, we’d better save our sympathy. I reminded myself to stay alert. But when the night fell and I sank into slumber, I lost control of my brain and that b***h showed up in my dream.

In the dream I tore off her panties and my eyes darkened when I saw her well-shaved p***y. I grabbed her slender waist and buried my head in her breasts, licking and nibbling. She gasped and begged me to stop. Instead of listening to her, I teased her n*****s with my teeth and made her moan aloud. Her cry excited me.

“You’re such a slut.”I cupped her face and groaned in a hoarse voice.

“Yeah. I am your slut. Shouldn’t you treat your toy nicely? ”She panted with a mocking tone while trailing her fingers down my chest and touched my manhood.

“f**k,”I muttered, upset by the fact that she just turned me on with her words and touch.

I could feel blood pooled straight down in my shaft and my c****d throbbed as she caressed it gently. I grabbed her hand and said with a throaty breath, “What are you doing?”

She threw her arms over my neck and stared at me, saying, “This is how I pay my rent.”

I didn’t fancy her challenging attitude. Did she say this on purpose to ruin the moment? I growled and lifted her legs impatiently. She cooperated by wrapping her legs around my waist, and the physical contact drove me crazy. I lowered hand and gently stroke the heaven between her legs. She squirmed and her mouth fell open, letting out a soft cry. My fingers found her p***y, dipped in slowly and buried deep inside of her wet tunnel. Her p***y clenched around my finger instinctively.

I told her to relax but she whimpered, "Brother."

Taken back by the way she called me, I jerked awake. Staring at the erection in my pants, I pulled out my c**k, only to find it was already dripping with pre c*m. Cursing under my breath, I went to the bathroom. A cold shower was all I need.

It turned out my desire was waterproof and I ended up m**********g. Striking my throbbing c**k while imaging my step sister’s naked body, I eventually c*m hard, shooting all my warm semen onto the wall. To be honest I was a bit panic. What did that b***h do to me? How could she became my fantasy? She must be a witch. I just c*m like a pathetic teenage boy.

I leaned against the door to catch my breath. As the water washed away my release, I recollected myself and became calmer.

I am not pathetic and I am not a boy. I muttered to myself. I am a grown-up, mature enough to take over my father’s position to rule the pack. The only question was I hadn’t found my mate. Everything will alright once I find my Luna.

Feeling exhausted, I sighed and went to bed and lay there like a dead log. The moment I closed my eyes, the first thing that popped up in my mind was my step sister’s naked body.

It is f*****g toxin.