KESTER.
I had totally forgotten about the arrangement I had with my father about picking June up and bringing her to my house.
I was already prepared to leave the office when his call came in, reminding me about it.
No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t escape bringing her here for a whole week.
After a hot shower, I stepped into my room, feeling the lingering tension in my muscles ease. June lay sprawled on my bed in a red nightie that was clearly designed to be enticing, but it wasn’t-not to me.
She was busy with her laptop, fingers clacking away on the keyboard, her attention consumed, and I couldn’t be more grateful for that. She looked really busy.
She was here, but her presence was nothing more than background noise.
I hadn’t seen Kasmine all evening, but I wasn’t in a rush. The night was still young, and I had plans to spend most of it in her room.
“Her presence is an eyesore to me, Kes,” Zeth said from the back of my mind, clearing simmering with rage. “It’s a good thing she isn’t our fated mate.” He sneered, and I felt his frustration ripple through me.
A chuckle escaped me, “You aren’t bothered in the least that we haven’t found our mate yet, are you?” I asked him, and he snorted.
“We’ll find one soon. And I hope it will be…” He was saying, but I stopped him immediately.
“Stop it, Zeth. Kasmine can never be our fated mate. Even the Moon Goddess knows that we are unrelatedly related,” I said, and I felt his anger boiling up, “But that doesn’t mean we can’t make her ours.” I added, and I felt his anger ebb, replaced by a dark satisfaction that mirrored my own.
I wasn’t the only one dying for my little sister. My wolf felt the same way.
The moment I got my wolf when I turned 21, he became even more obsessed with Kasmine than I used to be. Always feeling the need to protect her, be around her… And he hated it that he scared her that much.
He wished she’d stop being scared of him and learn to get used to him. But I kept telling him that it was all a matter of time and that she’d come around.
I glanced at the laptop on my desk, my pulse quickening with a familiar, overwhelming need. I wanted to see what Kasmine had been up to during the few hours I was gone.
Logging into the server, I accessed the hidden cameras in her room and rewound to the moment she returned from work.
The footage showed her moving in and out of the room twice before stripping out of her work clothes, her delicate body wrapped in nothing but a towel. The sight alone made my throat dry, and my cock twitch with interest.
I forwarded a little to the point where she came out of the bathroom and sought something to wear from her closet.
But suddenly, I saw something more interesting… She slowly lay on the bed, her legs spread wide apart while her fingers slid right in between them. Unfortunately for her and fortunately for me, She was facing the camera. Her pink, wet pussy was on full display for my hungry eyes to feast on.
“Fuck…” The word left my lips before I could stop it, my voice loud enough to catch June’s attention.
She lifted her gaze from what she was doing and asked if I was okay.
I barely spared her a response when I reached for my earbuds. Plugging them in, I hit play and turned up the volume.
Her soft, breathless moans filled my ears. My cock hardened painfully as I watched her fingers glide over her tiny, innocent-looking clit. Fuck. This girl was going to be my downfall. She was dripping wet, and it had me drooling, wishing I could lick up that wetness and get a taste of her. I knew she’d taste sweeter than anything I’ve ever had.
My cock was already raging hard by the time I saw how her movements turned urgent and erratic. She was deriving pleasure from herself. Even though I felt jealous that I wasn’t the one giving her this pleasure, it turned me on to a feverish level.
“Fuck, Kasmine,” I hissed under my breath, gripping the desk as I fought the urge to march into her room and finish what she’d started.
She didn’t know it yet, but she would be my undoing.
“Kester…” I heard her moan my name, and immediately, more blood pumped into my shaft, making it strain painfully against my briefs. It was a sound I wanted burned into my soul.
My little Kasmine was deriving pleasure with me in mind.
I almost cried out in joy. I was finally getting her where I wanted her to be.
I closed my laptop with an urgency that startled me. The tiny strand of thread holding my sanity was about to snap, and it wouldn’t end well if I let it.
“Where are you going?” June asked when I reached the door.
“Go to bed, June,” was all I said to her before clicking the door shut behind me.
I walked as fast as my long legs could carry me to Kasmine’s room, but she wasn’t there.
Fuck. Don’t tell me she was with mum.
I clenched my fists, jamming the door shut. I was like a wild lion unleashed, and Kasmine was the only leash that could keep me from going feral.
I gently pushed Mum’s door open in order not to wake her with the hopes that she was fast asleep. When I peeped into her room, I saw her soundly asleep. Thankfully, she had a busy day today.
There was one more place to check. The sitting room.
I hurried down the stairs, two steps at a time. I felt my restraints snapping already. My gaze scanned the whole sitting room, but she was nowhere to be found.
My stomach twisted instantly with worry.
Where the fuck was she? Just as I was about to step outside to look for her by the poolside, I heard some noise coming from the kitchen.
There she was.
My legs moved as if they had a mind of their own as they propelled me into the kitchen.
The urgency at which I stormed in startled her, making her almost drop the cup of milk she had in her hand.
“Kester…” She breathed, but before she could say more, like a flash of light, I closed the distance between us in three strides, pulling her harshly against my chest as my lips crashed against hers with an urgency that left both of us breathless.
My hand slid to her thighs, which were pretty exposed from the tiny, sleeveless nightie she had on that barely reached midthigh.
I took her by surprise. I know. But it didn’t matter right now.
I pushed through her lips, granting myself entrance into her mouth as my tongue explored the entirety of her warm mouth.
Fuck. She was so intoxicating that it hurt.
My free hand pressed against the small of her back, keeping her from pulling away just like she was trying to do as my hand found the strap of her thong.
Her hand pushed against my strong one in a feeble attempt to stop me from pulling off the thong.
But who says I was trying to pull it off?
Fuck, I was going to rip it off, which I did, to her utter dismay. I saw her eyes widen while I kissed her senseless.
She whimpered, the force obviously too much for her to bear. I lifted her effortlessly and placed her on the countertop behind her, using my hand to roughly part her legs open.
Her hands found my chest as she tried to push me off, but the earlier she understood that she didn’t have a choice here, the better for her.
My palm cupped the soft flesh of her V while my middle finger found her entrance. It was fucking hot and dripping wet. I rubbed on it, my finger gliding over the slickness, eliciting a shuddering moan from her lips. Her pussy felt like it was desperately in need of attention, and I was willing to give it all the attention it deserves.
I broke the kiss briefly to give her a little space to breathe while I continued with my soft, feathery strokes over her wet entrance. A whimper escaped her lip as she bit down on her lower lip, trying to lock in the pleasure she felt.
“You touched yourself today, Mine. Tell me…” Even I couldn’t recognize my own voice, “What were you thinking about when you did that?” I asked, and I saw the surprise flash across her face.
Her eyes held questions of ‘How did you know about it.’
Embarrassment colored her face, but I didn’t pay attention to that. I smirked at her, letting her look into my eyes to see the extent of my dark desires for her as I pressed my middle finger a little harder against her entrance.
“Ah… Kester…” She shuddered.
“Was I the one on your mind when you touched yourself? Tell me, Mine. You called my name while at it?” I whispered, adding a second finger to the one already grazing her slick folds. My movements were slow and torturous.
“Kester… Please…” She pleaded, her eyes half closed.
I didn’t know what she was begging for, but it wouldn’t be wrong to read my own meaning to it, would it?
I looked down at her well-shaven pussy, which looked so small and innocent, beautiful and mouthwatering, like a goddamn offering.
I slowly tried to slide a finger into her soaked entrance, but I met a slight barrier as she winced, almost screaming. She placed her hands against my shoulders and pushed as hard as she could.
“Stop, Kes!” She whisper-yelled at me, and I stopped immediately, pulling out of her.
What the fuck?
I looked up at her eyes and saw the tears gathering in them.
It was at that point I realized… “You’re a virgin?”