NO GAMMAS, I'M YOUR STEPSISTER

Chapter 2

DONATELLA

I never thought I’d be on my knees, gagging on Father Reign’s thick c**k for the first time, like I kneel to take his blessings at church.

His hand was fisted tightly in my hair as he f****d my throat without mercy, moaning my name like a prayer while I chocked and drooled all over his shaft.

I never knew I would be this perfect. My first s*x was at college when I was sixteen.

A part of my mind kept whispering that this was wrong, but my other side loved this as hell, and I went with the rhythm.

When he finally exploded down my throat, holding my head in place until I swallowed every drop, he pulled out and kissed my forehead tenderly. “May the Lord forgive you, little saint…for swallowing your priest brother's c*m so greedily.”

I forced a smile and hurried out of his room immediately.

I locked my door behind me and sank to the floor, my back against the wood.

The taste of him still coated the walls of my mouth, no matter how many times I swallowed, I couldn't make it go away.

My throat felt raw, my p***y was still throbbef with unmet need, and shame burned hotter than hellfire. I had just committed sacrilage with a man sworn to God.

Damnit, Jesus, What had I done!?

I stumbled to the bathroom and rinsed my mouth three times, but it didn't help. The mate bond glowed even brighter as if mocking my sin as I tried to wash them away with water.

Nothing erased him from my mind, and just like this water didn't wash his scent from my throat.

No.

I had to sleep.

I really needed to sleep. Perhaps all these would just be a dream, as it had always been.

***

My ringtone blared, jolting me awake from my dream of Reign.

I reached out to my bedside, where I normally take my phone every morning, but it wasn’t there.

‘Urrgh!’ I’d dropped it on the table.

Still sleepily, I got up to get it and picked the call without checking the screen.“Hello?”

“Dona, where are you? I’ve been calling since forever!” Mum’s voice rang out.

I instantly snapped awake. “Mum?”

“Oh my, Donatella! What were you doing?”

What did she mean by what I was doing?

“I… I was sleeping and…”

She huffed impatiently. “Dammit, Moses just got a call that Knight got drunk at Saint Thomas’s crypt secret room.”

I gulped hard. “So...??”

“So…?” Mum scoffed. “This is your chance! Before he calls the other brothers, you go there and help him out!”

Panic seized my heart. “Mum, I can't just pick up a drunk priest from some crypt. What if he …”

“This is an opportunity to get close to him spiritually. Knight is also the only pilgrim amongst his brothers. Go there now, Dona. Or else…”

“Mum…”

She ended the call.

I checked the time. It was 9: 00PM— which means I’d slept for the entire afternoon trying to forget what I’d done with Reign — or what I'd let hin

m do with me.

Twenty minutes later, I was showered and dressed in my saintess white lace, my hair still damp as I left my room..

If I didn’t heed what Mum suggested, she would know, and seriously, I can’t deal with her anger. Not now, not ever.

Reign’s room was locked, and the other person at home was June, cutting laps in the pool.

I got out of the mansion within a few minutes, trying my best not to think of Reign as I hurried towards the cathedral which wasn't far.

The men lusted at my body as I move but I kept my gaze down and walked with ‘holiness’

“The Alpha's new stepdaughter is so innocent. I wish the Lord would purify me like her.” I heard some sisters coming from the evening program but I smiled gently as I passed them.

Only if they knew I just got filled with hot c*m dripping from their priest's c**k.

Getting to Saint Thomas's crypt wasn't hard. The secret room was also easy to get in.

I was astonished at the bar house the priest's had turned a holy crypt into.

The men looked at me as if I was an alien, no woman was really there.

Perhaps I'd overstepped my boundaries. I tried calling Mum back, but her phone went straight to voicemail. This added to my perplexity, and I had no other option than to just walk on, trying to find where Knight would be.

I was on the verge of giving up when a hand suddenly tapped me from behind.

I whirled around ready to tell the perv to f**k off, but it was Knight.

He staggered drunkenly. “Hey, little saint. Wanna get ordained?”

I heaved a sigh of relief. “I came to bring you back, Father. Come with me please”

I reached out, trying to grab his hand but he brushed it away. “Am I ugly?”

! How much I hated dealing with drunkards. But I smiled and still tried to get him. “You’re very handsome. No female can resist your charm, now can we go home?”

“No!” Knight snapped. “If I go back, I’ll have to sleep in that house knowing she's there... I can't fuckin touch her!"

Her? Which woman was at home? But I managed to put my arm over his shoulder and lead him to take some steps as I replied. “If you see her again, try to tell her your mind, Father. Pray for her and guide her in spirit.”

He suddenly stopped abruptly. “No! I can’t talk to her. Zion and Reign said she’s our sister!”

Wait. “What?” I looked at him shockingly. Knight was saying he had his eye on me and I was the 'her' he's trying to avoid?

“ Let’s get you home first.” he must be saying this because he was drunk…

Through his other jargons, and staggering, we made it out of the crypt to the parking lot behind the building.

no one was there, and the lights were steady, unlike the purple and red club neon lighting in the club.

He pulled away from my grip to look at me. I didn’t flinch. Drunkenness might not let him know it’s me.

But I wasn’t so lucky. Knight gasped. “Dona… Donatella?"

“You’re drunk Father. Let's get you back home.” I panicked but retained my stance.

His eyes shifted dramatically darker, and the drunkenness seemed to fade away. “Dona, it’s you?”

I stepped back. “Yes Father,” I warned, sensing some bad intent. “Mum called me.”

Knight stumbled forward and grabbed my hand, he reeked of whiskey and olive, that made my pulse spike and quicken my heartbeat.

“I get hard when I think of you.” he slurred against my neck. “Every f*****g night, it’s torture that I don’t get to make you moan my name.”

I wanted to scream. These brothers aren’t normal. First, it was Reign, and now it’s Knight? Would I have been scared of them if I'd known they were this vulnerable?

I twisted my hand. “You’re talking nonsense, Father. Let me go.”

His grip was tight, and thankfully, a wall was nearby. He pinned me against it lustfully, the button on his cassock cold against my belly. “I’m a priest to outsiders. You're my step-sister.” he whispered.

“Father Knight…” I was about to say but the pull… I stopped and looked down at my hand, and just like earlier with Reign, the golden bond had appeared again.

My heart slammed as I watched the bond slowly trace its way to Knight’s wrist.

He also gasped as he saw this but smiled happily. “See. We’re mates”

“No” I whispered as if denial would stop the glow. “You can’t be my mate…again!”

Two mates. TWO. And both were my stepbrothers.

“This wasn't possible.. the bond was supposed to be scary, one person destined for you.”

What the hell was happening to me!?

“Father, please, reject it,” I pleaded immediately. “Reject this damn bond, in the name of Jesus!!”

He laughed sadistically and approached me again. “Over my fuckin dead body will I reject you"

Knight didn't wait, he crashed his mouth against mine, sucking hard enough to leave marks while his hand ripped my shirt open, buttons went flying everywhere.

I felt hot furs on the spot his hand was, showing his wolf had taken over, then he yanked my bra down and attacked my breasts like a starving wolf.

“f**k. These t**s are blessed enough for a priest’s mouth.” He groaned, sucking one stiff n****e deep, biting and licking while his other hand shoved between my thighs.

I was sinfully soaked.

His thick fingers pushed my panties aside and sank two fingers into my dropping p***y without warning.

I gasped. “Please…Father.”

“So tight…and so wet, little saint.” He growled, pumping his fingers faster while his thumb rubbed my c**t. “You’re such a filthy saint.”

I moaned loudly. “Forgive me, Father.”

“Louderrrr”

“Forgive me, for being a whore.” Shame and pleasure mixed dangerously.

He dropped to his knees in the backsea, spread my thighs wide and buried his face between my legs like he was praying.

“Hunnnnn” I couldn't control that. “Fuuuck, Father, please…”

Knight's tongue was merciless—licking, and devouring my c**t while his fingers were pumping the hell out.

I came hard on his tongue, my thighs shaking and my body vibrating.

“You taste so good.” He kissed my cunt before getting back to his feet. “A good c**k should defile that.”

Shock ran through my body, guilt trippled it.

These men aren't what I thought they were. They're the angels of lust itself!

And I… loved it?