MARKED BY MY STEPBROTHER

Chapter four

Victor stood there, eyes wide with shock and anger. “Damon! What the hell do you think you’re doing to your stepsister?!”

Damon froze above me, still buried halfway inside me, his muscles shaking with the effort of holding back.

Victor’s gaze dropped to where our bodies were joined, then back up to Damon’s face. His expression morphed into something dark, and dangerous at the same time.

“Oh you foolish boy,” he hissed. “You have no idea what you’ve just gotten yourself into.”

Ever heard a whip lashing? That was exactly how Victor’s voice cut through the room.

I froze beneath Damon, my body still quaking from the orgasm he’d just given me. His thick c**k was buried halfway inside me, stretching me open, demanding that manly need to f**k me however he wanted to. My cheeks burned with humiliation as Victor’s eyes ran over our naked, joined bodies.

Damon didn’t pull out. If anything, his hips pressed forward another inch, making me moan. The look in his eyes was clearly one of defiance as he glared at his father over his shoulder.

“Get. Out.” Damon’s voice was pure Alpha, deep, dangerous, and barely human.

Victor stepped further into the room, and I noticed that he was trying to control the anger that was all over his face. “You stupid, reckless boy. Do you have any idea what her bloodline means? What she is?”

I tried to cover myself, but Damon’s body shielded most of me. His hand was around my thigh, possessively, keeping me spread beneath him.

“Leave, Father,” Damon said. “This doesn't concern you.”

Victor laughed, but there was no humor in it. “Not my concern? She’s living under my roof. She’s your stepsister. And you’re about to knot her like some animal in heat.” His eyes flicked to me. “Sophie, get dressed. We need to talk about what you really are.”

Damon snarled and finally pulled out of me. I was shocked at the sudden emptiness. He grabbed a sheet and threw it over my body before turning fully to face his father, still completely naked and nonchalant about it, his massive erection was already polished with my wetness.

“She is mine,” Damon said, like some lethal villain in an action move. “The bond snapped the moment she arrived. There's no way you can stop this.”

“The bond will destroy us all if you complete it. Her mother...”

“Don’t,” Damon warned.

I sat up, clutching the sheet to my chest, my mind trying to make meaning of that they were actually talking about. What about my mother? What are you both talking about?”

Victor looked at me with something almost like pity. “Your mother wasn’t just human, Sophie. She was Luna-blooded. Extremely rare. Powerful enough to break packs...or create unstoppable Alphas. That’s why I married her. That’s why I brought you here.”

My stomach dropped. “You... you married her for this?”

Damon’s hands wrapped into fists. “Enough. Get the f**k out of my room.”

Victor stared at his son for a long moment, then nodded slowly. “Fine. But mark my words, boy, if you claim her fully tonight, there will be consequences. The pack elders will demand answers, and the rival Shadow Pack already knows she’s here.”

With one last warning look at me, Victor left, slamming the door behind him.

The silence that followed was deafening.

I stared at Damon, heart racing. “What did he mean?”

Damon turned to me, eyes still glowing. His c**k was still hard, angry, and leaking. He looked like an animal. “Later,” he said. “Right now, I need you.”

He walked back to the bed like a predator. I should have pushed him away. I should have demanded answers. Instead, when he ripped the sheet off me and spread my legs wide again, I let him.

“Damon...” I moaned as he thrust back inside me in one powerful stroke, burying himself till there was nothing left of his d**k. The stretch was intense, almost painful, but so f*****g good. He f****d me hard and deep, the bed creaking beneath us, his hips slamming against mine with complete desperation.

“Mine,” he grunted with every thrust. “This p***y is mine. Say it.”

“It’s yours,” I gasped, nails digging into his back. “Fuck... Damon!”

He leaned down and bit my neck, right over the spot he’d marked earlier. The pain mixed with pleasure sent me spiraling. I came for the second time, my p***y clenching around his thick c**k as he continued pounding into me.

But he didn’t stop. His rhythm grew more primal. I felt something changing, the base of his c**k swelling, pressing against my entrance with every thrust.

“Knot,” he groaned against my neck. “f**k, Sophie... I’m going to knot you.”

I didn’t fully understand what that meant until I felt it, the thick bulge at the base of his c**k pushing inside me, stretching me wider than I thought possible. It locked us together as he came with a savage roar, flooding me with hot, endless spurts of c*m.

The sensation pushed me over the edge again. I screamed his name, shaking violently as another orgasm tore through me.

We stayed locked together for what felt like forever, breathing, sweating, connected in the most intimate way possible. Damon’s arms wrapped around me, owning me, his face buried in my neck.

After a long while, the knot finally went down. He pulled out slowly, watching with satisfaction as his c*m leaked from my swollen p***y.

“You’re going to look so f*****g good carrying my pup,” he murmured, rubbing his hand over my lower belly.

My eyes went wide. “Damon...”

He kissed me deeply, almost tenderly this time. Then he pulled back, the look on his face serious now.

“You deserve to know the truth. My father brought you here because of your blood. He wants strong heirs. But the bond between us... it’s real. I tried to fight it. That’s why I was such an asshole when you first arrived.”

I touched his face, my fingers tracing the sharp line of his jaw. “And the wolves that attacked us?”

“Those are rivals. They want your power too.” He hesitated. “There’s more. Your mother....she killed my mother years ago in a pack war. That’s why this bond is so dangerous. It’s cursed by blood.”

Oh, lawd. Before I could process that bombshell, a loud crashing sound came from downstairs. The shattering of glasses then growling growling.

Damon’s head snapped towards the door. “They’re here. The Shadow Pack. They must have followed your scent.”

He jumped off the bed and tossed me my clothes. “Get dressed. Quickly.”

I barely had time to pull on my jeans and sweater when the bedroom door was kicked in. Three massive men, clearly werewolves even in their human form, stormed into the room.

The leader’s eyes glowed as they landed on me. “There she is. The Luna-blooded girl.”

Damon shifted instantly, the big black wolf back into the room with a roar. He attacked the intruders, but they were ready. One of them threw something, a glowing silver net that wrapped around Damon’s werewolf, forcing him to shift back painfully.

He collapsed to his knees, veins bulging as the net burned his skin.

“Damon!” I screamed.

The leader grinned at me. “Come quietly, girl. Or we kill your stepbrother right now.”