My Fiance is Sleeping With My Step Sister

Chapter 90

I woke slowly, the sunlight filtering through the curtains and painting Devon’s chest in gold. He was lying next to me, one arm wrapped possessively around my waist, the other tucked under his head. The steady rise and fall of his breathing made me feel safe, cocooned in warmth that I hadn’t realized I craved so much.

“Morning,” I murmured, nuzzling against him, feeling the soft scratch of his stubble on my cheek.

He stirred, opening one eye lazily. “Morning, Addy,” he replied, his voice rough but gentle. “Sleep well?”

I nodded, letting my fingers trail over his chest. “The best I’ve had in a long time.” I gave a small laugh. “You’re surprisingly calm for an Alpha.”

He chuckled, the sound vibrating through me. “Don’t let appearances fool you,” he murmured, his lips brushing the top of my head. “I’ve got the entire pack to think about.”

I hummed, trying not to focus on the tension hidden behind his calm demeanor. I could feel it, the subtle shift in his body, the way his muscles were coiled even while he pretended to sleep. I didn’t ask. Sometimes it was better not to know. For now, I wanted only the warmth of him, the quiet intimacy that felt like our secret world.

“You’re tense,” I whispered, running my hand along his arm. “Something on your mind?”

He sighed, but only enough for me to feel it, not hear it. “Just routine guard stuff. Nothing for you to worry about,” he said softly, pressing his forehead to mine. “I just… want you to enjoy this moment.”

I smiled, letting his words wrap around me. “I am enjoying it. Every second.”

We stayed like that for a while, talking softly about everything and nothing how Joey had been fussing over breakfast for the pack, which of the younger wolves had tried to sneak past patrols, which mothers were whining about their children spilling food. I laughed at some of the small absurdities of pack life, and Devon grinned, letting me crawl over him, tracing my fingers down his chest teasingly.

“You know,” I murmured, letting my lips brush his shoulder, “I’ve been thinking about the baby.”

He stiffened slightly, though only briefly, before a soft smile appeared. “I know, babe,” he whispered, his hand gently settling over my belly. “I think about it too. Every day.”

A shiver ran through me at the warmth of his palm. My fears, the shadows of the miscarriage I’d carried in silence, threatened to rise, but his touch was a tether to the present. “I’m scared,” I admitted, my voice trembling just enough for him to hear. “After… everything with Kyle… I just… I want to do this right.”

He kissed my temple softly. “You will, Addy. We’ll do it together. Always together. Nothing will happen without me there, I promise you that.”

His words were a balm, but beneath the soft intimacy, a flicker of unease stirred in my chest. Something in the air felt… different. I pushed the thought away, pressing closer to him, letting his steady heartbeat calm the flutter of fear.

He shifted slightly, his eyes narrowing as he stared out the window. “I’ll be right back,” he murmured after a long moment. “Just… checking something.”

I watched him leave, the protective edge in his movements unmistakable. He always tried to hide his concerns from me, and I appreciated that. I wanted today to be ours, even if only for a few stolen hours.

Sitting up slowly, I glanced around the room, brushing my hand over the soft sheets, feeling the comfort of our little space. For the first time in months, I allowed myself to imagine what life could be like just him and me, the baby, and moments like these. Moments where laughter and warmth replaced fear and suspicion.

Minutes later, Devon returned, his face calm but his eyes alert. He knelt beside me, pressing his forehead to mine again. “Everything’s fine,” he said softly. “Nothing to worry about.”

I smiled, letting the tension drain from me, leaning into his embrace. “I trust you,” I whispered. “Always.”

He smiled faintly, brushing my hair back. “And I’ll always protect you,” he replied, the promise heavy and certain.

We spent the next hour wrapped around each other, talking softly, laughing, teasing. I ran my hands over his chest, tracing every line, every scar, memorizing him. Devon’s laughter was light, easy, and infectious. I leaned up to kiss him, tasting the morning warmth of him on my lips, feeling the familiar heat rise between us.

“You’re going to get me distracted,” he murmured, his hands pressing gently against my hips.

“I like distracting you,” I teased, biting my lip and leaning closer. “Makes you softer.”

He groaned softly, pulling me into his lap, our bodies pressing together. I felt his strength beneath me, the steady thrum of his wolf hiding under the skin, and I couldn’t resist leaning into him, letting my hands explore, memorizing every inch.

We moved slowly, deliberately, teasing, touching, exploring. I whispered promises, and he murmured reassurances, our connection deepening with every gasp, every shiver. The heat between us was more than physical it was emotional, a merging of our fire and bond.

“Addy,” he growled softly, his hands gripping my waist as I straddled him, “you feel… incredible.”

I arched against him, the warmth of his hands igniting the fire that always lingered in me, the one that I could barely control. My breaths came fast, shallow, mingling with his, and I realized how much I needed this, needed him, needed us.

The sun climbed higher, spilling golden light into the room, casting shadows across our bodies as we moved together, exploring the intimacy that was ours alone. I felt powerful, cherished, loved, and vulnerable all at once.

Finally, we collapsed together, sweaty, tangled, and breathless. I rested my head against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart, feeling the warmth radiating from him.

“Feeling a little more alive now?” he murmured, his lips brushing my hair.

“I am,” I admitted softly. “With you… everything feels… possible.”

He held me tighter, kissing my forehead. “Good. Because I’m not letting anything take that from you, Addy. Not now, not ever.”

For a while, we simply existed in that quiet, tender space, our hands brushing, our bodies entwined. But outside, Devon’s warriors were alert, the distant sounds at the border prickling his senses. The tranquility we shared was a fragile bubble, one that Devon knew he would have to protect fiercely.

I noticed the faint tension return to his brow, the subtle shift in his posture. “Devon,” I whispered, tracing his jaw, “what is it?”

“Nothing for you to worry about,” he murmured, kissing my temple. “Just… making sure everything stays that way for as long as I can.”

And I believed him. For now, we had each other, the soft light, and the promise of safety though both of us knew it would not last forever.