The Dangerous Alpha Stepbrother Wants Me

CHAPTER 3

SONYA'S POV

The word hangs heavy in the air between us, making my n*****s harden against my bra.

"Excuse me?"

Reign sets down his glass and walks toward me, slow and predatory, his presence overwhelming. "I'll pay off Derek's debt and guarantee his protection from the Rogue King. In exchange, you sign a contract agreeing to be mine."

"Yours?" I take a step back, my ass hitting the edge of his desk. "What does that even mean?"

"It means you move into my estate. You act as my mate in public. You fulfill all the duties of a Luna." He's close enough now that I have to c**k my head back to look at him, his heat radiating through his suit. "And in private, you belong to me completely."

"That's insane."

"That's the deal."

"You can't just… I'm going to be your stepsister in three months!"

"Which makes it even more interesting, doesn't it?" His hand comes up, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear. "Besides, we both know you're wasted on Derek. He doesn't see you. Not the way I do."

"You don't even know me."

"Don't I?" His thumb traces my lower lip, pressing just enough to part them, and I hate how my body responds, how my wolf purrs at his touch, my p***y growing slick with arousal. "I know you've been in love with my brother for six years, Sonya. I know you hide it behind smiles and friendship because you're too afraid of rejection. I know you touch yourself at night thinking about him, wishing he'd choose you over girls like Brittany, fingering yourself while moaning his name."

My face flames with humiliation, but the image he paints makes my thighs press together. "You're an asshole."

"And you're aroused." His other hand settles on my hip, pulling me closer until my breasts brush his chest. "I can smell it, little omega. Your body knows what your mind refuses to accept. You don't want Derek. You want someone who sees you. Someone who wants you badly enough to burn the world down for you."

"And that's you?" I try to sound sarcastic, but my voice comes out breathy, my hands fisting in his shirt without thinking.

"That's me." His lips brush my ear, his hot breath making me shiver. "Sign the contract, Sonya. Save Derek. And let me show you what it's like to be properly worshipped."

I should say no right now.

This is crazy. Insane. Wrong in so many ways.

But Derek's face flashes in my mind. The panic in his voice. The way he said he was desperate.

Reign's hand slides down from my hip, cupping my ass through my jeans, squeezing firmly as he grinds his hard c**k against my belly.

The thick length of him presses insistently, making my mouth water and my p***y ache. "Feel that? That's what you do to me, little omega."

Before I can protest, he spins me around, bending me over the desk with one strong hand on my back.

My cheek presses into the leather blotter, my ass lifting as he yanks my jeans and panties down to my thighs in one swift motion, exposing my dripping folds to the cool office air.

"Goddess," I gasp, but it turns into a moan when his fingers part my p***y lips, sliding through my slickness to circle my swollen c**t.

"So wet for me already," he growls, his free hand palming his c**k through his pants as he rubs the head against my ass cheek. He doesn't push inside, just teases, the hot tip dragging along my crack while his fingers plunge into my entrance, two thick digits curling to stroke my inner walls.

I buck against his hand, my wolf howling in my head as pleasure coils tight in my belly.

His thumb presses my c**t, rubbing in firm circles while his fingers f**k me shallowly, stretching my p***y without giving me the full thrust I suddenly crave.

The wet sounds of my arousal fill the room, obscene and intoxicating.

“O..oh f**k… R-Reign….”

"That's it, little omega," he murmurs, leaning over me, his chest to my back, breath hot on my neck. "Come for me. Show me how much you need this, need me owning your body like the slut you're going to be."

The words push me over the edge. My p***y clenches around his fingers, gushing slick as I shatter, crying out his name while his c**k throbs against my thigh.

He pulls his fingers free with a wet pop, bringing them to my lips. "Taste yourself."

I suck them clean obediently, the tangy flavor of my c*m making my cheeks burn hotter.

"How long?" I whisper, still trembling from the orgasm.

"Six months."

"And after that?"

"After that, you're free to go. If you still want to." His smile is dark and confident as he fixes my clothes. "But you won't."

Goddess help me, I'm actually considering this.

"I need time to think."

"You have sixty seconds." He releases me, checking his watch. "After that, the offer expires, and Derek's on his own."

"That's not fair!"

"Life isn't fair, little omega. Now choose."

My hands are shaking. This is blackmail. Manipulation. I should tell him to go to hell.

But I don't, the aftershocks of pleasure still buzzing through me, the promise of more too tempting.

"Fine," I hear myself say. "I'll do it."

Reign's smile is pure victory, and pure sin. "Excellent choice."