NO GAMMAS, I'M YOUR STEPSISTER

DONATELLA “Mum, are you seriously leaving me alone with them?” Mum took the last drag from her cigarette before crushing it under her heel. “Moses is finally taking me to Rome for our honeymoon. You expect me to drag you along like some child?" A sharp headache stabbed through my head. “Mum, please... I can’t survive with those four. They scare the hell out of me.” She rolled her eyes, already bored with the conversation. "Dona, stop being dramatic. This is our first real honeymoon for God's sake! Your stepbrothers are holy men, get used to them and learn from them.” Holy men indeed. Two months ago, we moved into Alpha Moses Ernesto’s sprawling estate, built around the pack’s cathedral where his four sons — the pack enforcers are ordained priests. They were massive, intimidating, and dangerously attractive. I could barely look any of them in the eye for more than two seconds. Yet every night, my dreams betrayed me. Filthy, sinful dreams where they touched me, tasted me and claimed me. And now, Mum was leaving me alone with them. “Dona?” Mum said, her tone softening slightly. “You know the kind of shits we passed through after your father died. This is a better life. Holy and simple, the least you can do is try to adjust." I swallowed my protests. "Fine. I'll try." I helped carry her bags to the parking lot. A sleek black Rolls Royce pulled up, and Father Reign — one of the Quadruplets stepped out, cassock unbuttoned, revealing a cross tattoo, braided hair, and a cigarette between his lips. He looked like sin in a cassock. When his eyes landed on me, — the first time he actually saw me, I held my breath, and stared back at him without any words, frozen like an i***t. Then he sneered. “Holy s**t!” And walked straight past like I was nothing. That stung, but I swallowed it. Alpha Moses appeared with Mum just as Reign left. He patted my shoulder. “Your mother told me about your fear of the boys. You don’t have to worry about anything. This is a good chance to bond with them spiritually.” Bond. If only he knew the kind of bonding my body had been fantasizing about. I forced a fake, innocent saintly smile. “May the Lord be with you. Have a safe trip and call me if anything comes up.” Mum smiled and hugged me. “Now that’s my good girl. Enjoy yourself.” “Mmm” I watched them board the car, and leave me alone to my doom. *** Nothing distracted me — Netflix, Snacks, games, nothing! Getting up to walk around the big ‘cage’ of a mansion, I heard a groan from the private chamber near the indoor chapel. Reign? I shrugged and decided to leave. But the groan increased, morphing to gentle moans. Unable to contain my curiosity, I moved closer and pushed the door open quietly. “He…” I stopped at the sight. A gasp replaced my ‘hello’ Reign stood in the middle of the room, completely naked except for an open black cassock hanging off his broad shoulders. One hand was wrapped tightly around his massive c**k, stroking with slow brutal pumps. Thick veins bulged along the shaft. I swallowed as the pink cap glistened with his precum. His braided hair was half loose, messy around his neck. It added a special allure to his already handsome frame. His silver eyes which were half closed in pleasure snapped open. I staggered back, my heart slamming against my ribs. “I—” “What the f**k are you doing here, little saint?” his bark cut through my words, very deep and rough. “I…I heard a groan. I thought something was wrong and —” I couldn't take my eyes off his hand. He didn't stop stroking and seemed like he got harder as he watched me staring. “So the pack's pure little saint came running because she heard me jerk off?” A dark dangerous smirk curved his lips. “You want to watch, Dona?” Heat flooded my face. I wanted to run, but my nippled hardened painfully against my thin tank top and a rush of wetness soaked my panties. “Forgive me, Father,” I whispered, turning to leave. “Turn around.” His tone was low, commanding and intimidating. A shiver ran down my spine. I didn't turn. “I said… turn around, Donatella and watch me jerk off.” My body obeyed before my brain could argue. His silver eyes glared at me like a predator. “You came to help me, didn't you?” He tilted his head, voice dripping with sin. “Y...Yes. I thought you needed a second hand.” “Then help me calm my wolf down, be my second hand.” I shook my head vehemently. “I don’t think I can help you with this. I will leave now.” He took a step closer before I could move an inch. Heat radiated from his body, I almost lost my mind. I blinked hard. “I better go. We’re siblings now and you're a holy…” “You’re not my blood.” “Yes. But you're ordained…” “Reign was ordained, not my wolf. I don't give a f**k about vows.” He growled, taking another step closer. The moment our skin contacted, a glowing red thread sparked to life, gleaming with raw energy and need. My heart dropped. THE MATE BOND! Reign stopped mid stroke. "What the actual fuck...." "You can see it too?" I breathed, my voice shaking. He reached out and pulled a stray hair behind my hair, reached down and grabbed my jaw.“Tell me to stop, little saint,” he rasped, voice thick. “Tell me to stop imagining how your p***y tastes while I was supposed to be praying to and I'll let you go.” My thighs clenched tighter, I was dripping now. "You..." I swallowed hard. "You imagined me..?” “Every damn time you knelt for communion like an angel." Should I be happy? The man I thought didn't see me was actually imagining how to wreck me in the worst way ever. My p***y clenched, and the panties got wetter. “That imagination stops today…Father." The words were barely out of my lips before he closed the distance between our lips. He grabbed my face with both hands and kissed me like a starving animal. Reign tasted hard, sweet and sinful but I didn't care. I don't want him to stop. His tongue pushed into my mouth, claiming me as his big body pressed me against the wall. “f**k, You taste better than I imagined" he groaned against my lips. One of his hands slid down and roughly squeezed my breast through my thin top, pinching my stiff n****e. Dang. That felt good. I moaned into his mouth. He pulled back just enough to look at me, eyes glowing. “You've been teasing us for two months, little saint. I never thought you were this dirty.” I got bolder. “I could be dirtier, father.” “Let's see,” He grabbed my wrist and guided my hand down his throbbing c**k. It was scorching hot, thick and hard that it twitched in my palm. My finger could never fully wrap around him. “Stroke it,” he ordered, voice rough. “Nice and tight, just like that.” I chose to obey him, moving my hands up and down his length. The filthy wet sound of my palm sliding over his precum-soaked c**k filled the room. Reign groaned deeply, hips thrusting forward into my fist. “Faster, baby.” I pumped him harder, the fact that my wet dream came true still amusing me. He leaned down and stuck on my neck, biting playfully just enough to giddy me. “I bet you've wanted me for a long time,” he chuckled darkly. “You jerk my c**k more than any sister in the holy sanctuary has ever done.” I rolled my eyes at him. “Then I'm a premium slut. Enjoy while it lasts…brother” “Call me father.” I moaned, nodding desperately. My p***y was aching, clenching at nothing. Reign's hand slipped under my top and played with my bare breasts, tugging and rolling my n*****s until I was trembling.“f**k— this hard.” I pinched his cap. “Hard enough to get your attention after two months.” Reign smirked, and his hips started fuckin my fist faster. I squeezed tighter, stroking him with every energy in me. I closed my eyes slightly and imagined this was him fuckin me. “Damn— I'm close…” I increased the intensity. Then he reached over squeezed my ass. “You're in trouble from now on, little saint….”