I stared at Theon’s rigid back in absolute, paralyzing horror, praying desperately to every deity I knew that he wouldn't turn around. If he shifted even an inch, if he simply looked over, he would see me, his step-sister, naked, savagely getting f****d. The potential shame was ruinous.
I was profoundly, terrifyingly scared, yet simultaneously, my cunt was burning with an intense, sinful arousal. The risk was everything. The sheer thrill of playing this dangerous, incestuous-adjacent game, of being on the precipice of getting caught in this reckless display by someone who knew me so intimately, was intoxicatingly sweet and utterly, beautifully wrong.
Loren, sensing the surge of adrenaline coursing through my wolf, didn't hesitate; he only deepened his thrusts. His eyes, still locked with
