My Fiance is Sleeping With My Step Sister

Chapter 81

I woke slowly to the soft warmth of Devon’s chest beneath me, his hand resting possessively on the curve of my waist. The sunlight peeked through the curtains, scattering gold across our sheets, but it did nothing to calm the storm in my chest. My baby shifted inside me, a small, fluttering reminder of everything I had to protect. I swallowed hard, remembering the miscarriage I’d endured long ago, and the fear twisted tight around my ribs. I’d been scared then, scared now, but the difference was Devon he was here, and he would never let anything happen to me.

“Good morning, Luna,” he murmured, his voice rough and deep with sleep. His hand traced lazy patterns along my side, sending shivers down my spine despite the weight of my worry.

I turned my head, catching his gaze. “Morning,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “I didn’t sleep well…thinking.”

“You were dreaming again,” he said knowingly, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “About Levi?”

I flinched, but nodded. “Yes. I can’t help it. Even though he’s gone, I still…feel it, like he’s out there.” My hands gripped his arms. “And now with the baby…I can’t…what if something happens?”

He leaned down, pressing a firm, heated kiss to my lips, his tongue teasing mine, demanding attention, control. “Nothing will happen,” he growled low in his throat. “I’m here, Addy. I’ll protect you, always. You’re mine. The baby’s mine. And no one, not Levi, not anyone else, will touch either of you.”

I shivered against him, my body responding despite my nerves. His warmth, his dominance, it always had this effect on me. I let myself melt against him, letting the fear slip away, replaced by a hunger I couldn’t resist.

“You’re still scared,” he murmured against my neck, nipping softly. “But I can make it better.”

His hands slid beneath my shirt, caressing my bare skin, sending sparks through me that had nothing to do with the baby. My hips pressed against him, my pulse racing, a flush of heat creeping over my body. “Devon,” I gasped, “I…need you.”

He smirked, low and rough. “Always, Addy. Always.” His hands roamed, exploring the curves of my body as if memorizing them again. He teased, nipped, kissed, and touched in ways that made my knees weak. Every caress, every flick of his tongue along my skin, every firm grip of his hands on my ass or waist drove me wild.

I could feel the baby inside me, its tiny movements mirroring my own excitement and fear. And yet, the thought of Devon’s power surrounding us, holding me, igniting a fire both inside and outside of me, made it almost impossible to think rationally. I moaned into his mouth as his hands cupped me firmly, and I felt the heat rise, spreading through me like a wildfire.

“I want you so badly, Addy,” he murmured against my lips, his hands tightening just enough to remind me of his strength. “I want all of you. Baby, Luna, fire. Everything.”

I trembled, the sound of my own moans filling the room, as his mouth and hands claimed me. My body ached for him, craving every rough touch, every possessive grip. We moved together with a synchronicity born of our bond our mate bond but also something deeper, primal, elemental.

His lips moved down my neck, over my collarbone, teasing and biting in a way that made me arch against him. “Addy,” he groaned, “you’re so f*****g beautiful. So hot. I can feel it the fire, even through you.”

I gasped, the heat of my powers flickering beneath the surface, tiny sparks dancing along my skin. I was careful, though; the baby, the room, the walls I didn’t want to lose control. But Devon didn’t flinch, didn’t hesitate. His body pressed against mine, steady, strong, unafraid. His hands guided me, holding me as if daring me to let go. And I did.

The world shrank to just him and me, the rhythm of our bodies, the flickering heat of my fire barely restrained. I arched, my back pressing to his chest, and he groaned into my ear, his hands kneading, gripping, guiding. Every brush of his skin against mine sent shivers, sparks of heat, waves of pleasure that I had to control carefully because of the baby.

“You feel amazing,” he growled, sliding his hands under me, pressing against me in ways that made me gasp and moan. “God, Addy, I can’t get enough.”

I pressed myself harder against him, the world outside our room fading to nothing. The fire in me flared in small, controlled bursts, my body trembling with desire, fear, and the raw thrill of being completely his. “Devon,” I gasped, “I…don’t want to stop.”

“I won’t let you,” he whispered, pressing his lips to mine again, rough and demanding, guiding me, holding me, teaching me the balance between release and control. He moved with me, matching every shift, every pulse, every breath. And I knew, instinctively, that this was more than physical this was the bond deepening, the fire of my wolf and the heat of our connection merging into something that would never break.

We stayed like that for what felt like hours, though it was probably minutes, exploring, claiming, and surrendering. Every touch, every kiss, every groan of pleasure tied us closer, made me feel safe despite the dangers looming outside our walls.

Finally, we lay together, tangled in sheets, bodies slick with sweat, my fire still simmering beneath the surface but controlled by Devon’s presence. I pressed against him, my head on his chest, listening to the rhythm of his heartbeat, trying to calm my own.

“You okay, Luna?” he murmured, his hands stroking my hair, tracing circles on my back.

I nodded, though the memory of Levi’s attacks, the witch, and the pack’s betrayal still lingered. “I’m…okay. With you.”

“That’s all that matters,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. “We’re together. You, me, the baby. No one will take that from us.”

I let out a long, shuddering breath, trying to match his calm, though my body still trembled from the intensity of our intimacy. “I’ve never felt…anything like this,” I admitted. “Not with Kyle, not with anyone. I…don’t even know how to explain it.”

“You don’t have to,” he said simply, his hand brushing across my cheek. “I know. I feel it too. You’re mine, Addy. Every part of you. And I’m never letting go.”

I pressed my lips to his, savoring the warmth, the strength, the love and lust that radiated from him. The bond wasn’t just magical; it was physical, emotional, spiritual. It tied us together in ways no one could break, not even Levi or the witch.

And yet, beneath it all, a flicker of unease remained. My fire simmered, my senses tingled, and the world outside our room whispered that trouble was coming. But for now, in Devon’s arms, I let myself feel safe, loved, and more alive than ever before.

I drifted off, letting the heat of our union and the safety of his embrace lull me into a deep, fulfilling sleep. The baby stirred again, tiny movements mingling with our lingering warmth, and I smiled, knowing that no matter what came next, we were ready.