Chapter 3

Chapter Three

D axton

“Have you ever been with anyone?” I ask her, opening my eyes and glancing her way.

My little step-sister has ‘virgin’ written all over her – what with those big, wide innocent eyes and the way her cheeks blush every other second and her scent diving up and down like a rollercoaster.

I don’t like to look at her. I resist it every opportunity I get.

“Not that it’s any of your business, but yes,” she says with a pout designed to taunt.

“Have you been with … more than one person?”

“Yes, I’ve had more than one boyfriend. I am eighteen.”

“No, sweetheart, have you been with more than one person at the same time?”

She jolts a little, her eyes flicking to my two friends hovering in front of her in the pool.

“N-n-no,” she admits, heat swimming to her cheeks. She’s ridiculously annoying. Just like her scent. Hanging in the air everywhere I go. Smelling exactly like the juiciest of peaches. Sweet and delicious and irritating.

I knew she would be. I knew my dad marrying again would be a disaster. Why couldn’t he be like every other single man in his fifties and date a string of inappropriately young women? Why’d he have to find someone his own age? A fucking nurse! A woman with baggage. And why did he have to marry her?

The whole situation pisses me off.

“Well, then, you want to prove you’re not this boring goody little two shoes, let’s see you make out with Owen and with Wyatt at the same time.”

Her eyes flick from me back to my friends. She chews on the inside of her cheek. It’s damn clear she’s tempted. Everything about her is damn clear, signaled clear as day through her scent. She’s a little omega after all, and the temptation of alphas in her midst is too tempting to resist.

“You’re just assuming your friends–” she starts.

“Fuck, I’ll make out with you,” Owen says, grinning like a cat that just got the cream. He’s been sniffing around my little step-sister since we arrived, dying to lay his hands on her. “And he will too.” He thumbs in the direction of our quiet friend. Wyatt’s not smiling like Owen. He’s staring at Harper intensely. “And I can guarantee it will be fun.” He winks at her.

Harper peers my way.

“Are you scared?” I ask her, which decides her; she lifts her chin and squares her shoulders.

“I’m not scared.”

“Then come here,” Owen says, crooking his finger.

“For how long?” she blurts out, chewing her cheek nervously again.

“Long?” Owen says.

“How long should we make out?”

“You usually agree on a set time before making out?” I ask, the side of my mouth twitching. Yep, virgin all right. “You usually time yourself?”

“No … it’s just … I thought ...”

Owen reaches for her hand under the water and pulls her towards him, all the way until she stops right in front of him.

“We can make out for as long or as little as you like.”

She nods.

Then he hooks his finger under her chin and tips her head back so she’s peering up at his face, stroking the pad of his thumb over her soft-looking bottom lip. A lip that’s far too fat. One that’s begging to be bitten.

“Wyatt,” he says.

Wyatt dives under the water and emerges right behind the omega. She bristles at his closeness and her scent spikes. If it weren’t for the damn water, I suspect our nostrils would be flooded with the aroma of slick.

“How … how is this going to work?” she asks.

“We’ll make it up as we go along,” Owen tells her.

“But–”

“They haven’t done this before,” I say.

“But–” She doesn’t finish her words because Owen is kissing her. A gentle kiss, caressing her lips with his and making her eyelids flutter shut. Wyatt strokes her wet hair over one shoulder, then traces his fingers along the top of her shoulder blade and up the back of her neck, his actions making her shiver.

“You’re pretty, Omega. Really pretty and really delicious,” he says, which is the most he’s said in days. He leans down and kisses her neck.

It looks hot. Fucking hot, even if the kissing is pretty PG-friendly. Sharing a girl – sharing an omega – is something we’ve been talking about, discussing, debating. So far, that opportunity hasn’t presented itself. It seems too good to be true.

Which it is.

She’s my fucking step-sister.

Watching her sandwiched between my two best friends should not be hot. It shouldn’t be hot at all. It should turn me the fuck off. It should disgust me.

Instead, I can’t drag my eyes away as Owen drags her closer to him, deepening their kiss and Wyatt sucks on her skin, coming closer up behind her. She’s wedged between them now, their bodies pressed against hers, and is that my fucking imagination or does she grind against them both?

Maybe not such a virgin after all.

Her hands come to rest on Owen’s chest and he strokes up her body and squeezes at her tits. Wyatt has a hold of her hips and he’s dragging his teeth down her throat now.

Yeah, not so PG rated anymore and I am hard as fucking stone.

I should tell them to knock it off. I should break them apart. I should not let Wyatt rub his cock against her plump little ass. I should not let Owen reach between her thighs.

I swallow. It’s hot out here beneath the midday sun, but it isn’t the reason my brows are damp with sweat. It isn’t the reason I’m panting.

“You’re only making out with one of them, Harper,” I growl out. She breaks off the kiss, turns her head, her eyes meeting mine for a fraction of a second, and then her mouth finds Wyatt’s. He rests his hand around her throat and kisses her hard on the lips, plunging his tongue into her mouth. She sucks on it and it has me growling louder.

I can imagine her kneeling between us, a cock in her mouth, a cock in her pussy. I can imagine her writhing and moaning as we pleasure her. I can imagine making her scream.

I wipe the back of my hand over my brow.

Now I should stop this. Before it gets out of hand.

But who am I fucking kidding?

It’s already out of control. Because under the water, I can see Owen slip his fingers inside her bikini bottoms, can see him slip his goddamn fingers inside her, and then she’s dancing on the ends of them.

Fuck, she’s sensitive. She loses all ability to kiss Wyatt back, too lost to moaning as Owen gets her off.

Owen is a fucking biology nerd. He’s aced every single one of our anatomy exams. And one thing he’s studied extra hard is how to make a girl come. He has it down to a fine art. No fumbling around in the dark, no fake orgasms, no rubbing away for hours without any results. He has my step-sister coming in a matter of minutes, her head falling back onto Wyatt’s chest, her skin flushing pink, and her mouth falling open on a long, erotic moan.

Shit! That shouldn’t look so good. I shouldn’t be letting my friends mess around with my step-sister. I shouldn’t be watching them do it. This will only end in trouble. Because how am I meant to sit at those stupid family dinners and not think about her coming? How am I meant to open presents around the fucking tree on Christmas morning and not think about her coming? How am I meant to lie in my bed three rooms down from hers and not think about her coming?

“That’s enough,” I say sternly.

“Enough?” Owen says with another shit-eating grin. “We’re only just getting started.”

“Put her down.” I glare at him and he knows I’m not messing around. He nods and carefully withdraws his fingers, Harper moaning all over again when he does.

She flutters open her eyes, looking confused and dazed. I doubt she heard the last few words, too busy riding high on her orgasm.

“Sorry,” Owen says, pinching her chin. “Big brother says we have to stop.”

She turns her head and glares at me. A glare that’s far more deadly than the one I just subjected Owen to. In fact, I’m surprised I don’t actually melt.

“I think the lady may be unhappy with that decision, Dax.”

“The lady can make her own decisions.” She sniffs.

“And what does the lady decide?” Wyatt says.

Harper narrows her eyes at me, then wraps one arm around Owen’s neck and takes Wyatt’s hand in her other, placing it firmly on her waist.

“I’m a little unsure what that means,” Owen teases. She tugs on his long hair, then reaches up on her tiptoes and kisses him. All tongue.

Shit!

I snap up from the lounger, stride towards the pool and jump straight in, wading towards the three of them. I take a firm grip of Harper’s arm and yank her away from the two alphas.

“I said, that’s enough!”

She stumbles in the water, and it’s only my grip keeping her upright and above the surface. She scowls at me and pulls on her arm.

“You’re playing with fire here, Omega!” I spit.

“You were the one who dared me to make out with them.”

Because I didn’t think she would do it. Because I wanted to poke and push at her like some stupid kid. Because maybe I was intrigued to see if she would do it. Maybe I wanted to see what that would be like.

Now I know and I’m not wrong. It’s flaming hot, and deadly consuming.

“You made your point. Now you can go back to your studies.”

“No.” Her jaw hardens, her eyes spitting with determination.

I spin her around so she’s facing me. “You can’t handle this. You keep teasing them like this and you’ll end up getting fucked – by two alphas. You want to get fucked by two alphas?” Her eyes flash and I take that as a yes. Fuck, fuck she does. “Go to your room.”

“Wow, you really are a jerk. Now I can see why you drove your ex into insanity.”

“And you are an obnoxious little bitch.”

“Fine. I’ll go back to my room,” she says, peering over her shoulder towards my friends. “You want to come with me?”

Owen groans like he’s just been gutted and drags his hands through his hair. “Fuuuucccckkkk.”

“No, he wouldn’t. Stop being a …” I can’t bring myself to say the word, because no matter what she may think, I am not that much of a jerk, and also I don’t believe she is.

I pull her along to the side of the pool, and then, hesitating, land my hands on her waist and lift her clean out of the water, depositing her on the edge. Her skin is slippery under my hands, but I still get a good feel of her curves, of the warmth of her skin, of her toned abdomen.

“I’m not going back to my room,” she says, scrabbling to her feet and resting her hands on her hips. “I don’t know who the hell you think you are, but you certainly aren’t my brother and you don’t get to tell me what to do.”

“Go to your fucking room and finish your revision, unless you want me to throw you over my shoulder and carry you right up there myself!” Her eyes flash a second time as if she finds that idea just as appealing and I growl out a warning.

For a long, drawn-out minute, we scowl at each, neither one willing to back down and break the eye contact. I see how her eyes are more than just brown; there are specks of green and charcoal swimming in her iris too and her wet eyelashes are so freaking long I wonder how they can possibly be real.

In the end, she must realize she isn’t going to win this argument against an alpha twice her size, and with an exaggerated huff she picks up her dress and sashays towards the door, swinging her hips and making sure all of us are fixated on that jiggling ass of hers. An ass I have the urge to slap.

Or bite.

Or possibly both.

When she’s gone, Owen lets out an exaggerated puff of air.

“She is one–”

“She is my step-sister and from now on you’re keeping your hands off her.”

Wyatt looks me dead in the eye and without a trace of humor says:

“You really think that’s going to be possible, Dax?”