Mated With My Stepbrother

Chapter 2 An arousing voice

　　Sean's POV

　　It was a terrible day. My father suddenly informed me that he had remarried and in a week’s time, that woman and her daughter would move into our mansion. I had to be there or else he would cut off my money.

　　I hung up the phone in anger. I still couldn't believe it. Though my mother had left us for a long time, I never expected my father would remarry someday. He's powerful and wealthy but also a cold Alpha. He's very serious about any relationship because he can't stand any stain on our pack.

　　But now he just announced he had married some woman I hadn't even met. The woman must be a sly fox and I had to be careful. I don't want property that should be mine to fall into the hands of some shameless gold digger.

　　I sat by the pool and opened the champagne when my special line came in. I picked it up impatiently.

　　“Hello?” a sweet feminine voice came from the other side.

　　Damn, it was just a greeting, but my d**k twitched in my pants in excitement. Since when did a random woman’s voice turn me on? It was weird. It was not like I was ever short of women to f**k whenever I wanted. How could my d**k harden at the sound of a strange woman’s voice?

　　“Who is this?” I asked, my curiosity peaked. I got a lot of anonymous girl callers, but none turned me on like this.

　　“I…hi, is this the helpline?” she asked hesitantly, her voice getting more sweeter and softer. My d**k twitched some more, as if dancing to the tune of her voice.

　　“Yes,” I replied. “How can I help?”

　　“My name is Ivy,” she introduced herself. “I found your helpline and I…well, I need someone to talk to.”

　　What could be troubling my sweet, sexy caller? “What’s on your mind?”

　　“It’s nothing serious. I mean…it is. I don’t have a prom date, and if I don’t go to the prom, I won’t be accepted into the pack. I just want to belong, but no matter what I do, they won’t accept me. It’s so frustrating.”

　　Ah, the old teenage dilemma. I couldn’t be assed that some girl couldn’t find a prom date, but I wanted to hear her voice more, so I played along. “Why can’t you find a date?”

　　You’d have to be seriously ugly to not find a prom date. If not, too choosy, because there had to be losers who would go to prom with any girl. But how could a woman with such an arousing voice be anything but a knockout?

　　“I’m new here and a bit of an outcast,” she revealed.

　　I have no idea what that feels like, but whatever. This sexy siren sounds sad, so let’s make her smile. Every time she opens her mouth, my d**k gets harder. How much better would it feel to be inside such a sweet mouth? “That must be tough.”

　　“Yeah.” She sighed. “I was wondering…your ad said that you’d fulfill any needs. Could you help me find a prom date?”

　　She called to see if I could find her a prom date? How innocent. Those were not the sort of needs I was advertising, but for her, okay. She sounded insecure and stupidly innocent. Women like her could be boring but fun to break in.

　　To test her desperation, I said, “I’m not sure I can promise you that, but I’ll try to find you one. The prom is tomorrow, so this is very last minute.”

　　“Could you go with me?” she asked.

　　Wait, what?

　　...why not? Going to prom with some possibly ugly teenager was not on my to-do list, but I couldn’t fight the desire to put a face to the alluring voice. Even my wolf, Dax, was entranced by her voice.

　　Imaginations of how that voice would sound moaning while I f****d her hard flooded my brain. Who cared what she looked like? I could close my eyes and enjoy the melodious sounds while filling her with my c*m.

　　“I’m sorry, I–”

　　“Yes,” I cut her off before she could take back her request. “I’ll go with you. You called asking for help, and I’m free tomorrow. My name is Sean Harris. At what time and where is the prom?”

　　“Are you sure?” she asked.

　　“Yes, I would love to.” My mind was already flooding with the possible scenarios for our prom date. Before the night was over, I would make sure all her needs were met.

　　After thanking me profusely, we exchanged contact details and information about the prom. As soon as she hung up, I received a message on my phone from Catherine, my current f**k buddy. It was a photo of her bare chest, her hand covering her breasts.

　　[want a peek?] her text asked.

　　My d**k was raging from the effect of Ivy’s sexy voice, and my entire body was feeling hot and bothered. There was nothing better than a warm p***y to bury my d**k in right now. Without hesitating, I asked her to come over.

　　Dax wasn’t very happy about it. ‘Don’t you think you should wait for our mate?’

　　‘She’s not here yet, is she? There’s nothing wrong with having fun meanwhile.’

　　‘None of these women can compare to our mate,’ he insisted. ‘It’s a shame you insist on soiling yourself with them.’

　　Soiling? I laughed out loud. Dax could be so old-fashioned at times. “Even my father did not marry my mother because they had a mate bond. He wanted a good business partnership and strong heirs. Who knows? I might need to do the same for the pack one day. The sooner you disabuse yourself of silly romantic fantasies, the better.”

　　Before Dax could say anything more, Catherine appeared at the pool. She must have been right outside when she sent that message. She was wearing a trench coat and only black lacy lingerie inside.

　　We did not waste any time on pleasantries. Soon enough, she was on her knees, palming my bulge through my pants. “You naughty boy, you are hard already. Do you want me that bad?”

　　“Yeah, why don't you make me feel better already?”

　　In truth, even with Catherine's sexy body on display in front of me and her lips around my c**k, what kept me turned on was thinking about the voice on the phone. Catherine was my ideal type, with her big boobs and tight p***y, but for some reason, she wasn’t working for me tonight.

　　But when I allowed my brain to focus on the memory of Ivy’s voice, I got harder than ever. I came hard thinking about her voice, imagining she was the one I was f*****g. As soon as I was done, I asked Catherine to leave.

　　She wrapped her arms around me. “Come on, let me stay the night.”

　　I pushed her arms from me and rose from the bed. She wasn't the woman I wanted to see in my bed. “No. Leave.”

　　I couldn’t wait to see Ivy, such that even Catherine's presence was now irritating me. It was just a voice, how could she have such an effect on me? Who the hell was she?