KESTER.
I took a different direction from the one Kasmine took. I didn’t want to arouse suspicion from the curious staff who could give an arm just to get a topic for gossip, and Mine wouldn’t like that.
Everything I did, I did for Mine. Otherwise, I didn’t give a fuck what anyone would think. And the mouth who dared to speak ill about me dies a painful death.
My legs ate up the distance quickly. I couldn’t stand the idea of her waiting, and that ache inside me was becoming unbearable. Besides, it was a miracle I was able to hide my erection well by tucking it neatly between my legs. Otherwise, every fucking person here would have been given a show because I was raging hard. And, gods, if I didn’t get to her soon, I might lose it right here.
It was funny-no one else had ever made me feel this way, not even close. But Kasmine? My little stepsister had me on the edge, always.
I pushed the door open. I hadn’t even remembered to tell her which of the restrooms we should use the gents or ladies. But the moment I stepped inside, her scent enveloped me: the jasmine perfume I’d bought her. It was sweet, yes, but it was something more… something that short-circuited my senses.
She would be getting her wolf in a few weeks in less than two months and then, she’d get her true scent. I couldn’t wait to know what she’d smell like the moment she did. I bet she’d smell like Jasmine and something even sweeter.
“Kester,” she called eagerly as soon as she saw me, her gaze darting around the place to make sure we were alone.
I could smell her arousal so thick in the air that it made me even harder.
Before I could say a word, she pounced on me, kissing me like a starved deer. Small moans vibrated in her throat as her tongue sought entrance into my mouth.
Good.
She was learning really fast.
“Ah… Come on, let’s go in,” she said, her voice needy as fuck, pulling me into one of the toilet stalls desperately. Her lips never left mine.
I responded in kind, too, fucking every corner of her delicious mouth with my tongue. I deepened the kiss, my tongue sweeping against hers, coaxing her to meet my growing hunger.
My hands slid to her face, holding her steady as my lips claimed hers with a possession even I feared.
Her taste was intoxicating, sweet, and addictive, like a drug I craved, and I drank it in like a man dying of thirst.
We closed the door of the stall with a loud bang, not giving a card in the world if anyone out there heard us.
I took off my belt, letting my well-ironed trousers fall, gathering at my feet. My painful erection sprang free with a life of its own, and I felt how hot and heavy it was.
“You make me lose my control, Kasmine.” I cupped her face in my palms, my thumbs brushing against her cheekbones. My gaze locked on hers, burning with undisguised desire. “Don’t ever stop. I don’t want you to.” I said, my hand sliding down, lifting the hem of her dress.
She moaned a sweet sound into my ears, eyes still locked on mine. My hand on her face gently caressed her cheek while making sure she never looked away. I wanted her to see the raw lust in my eyes, to witness the way she ignited me. I wanted her to watch me savor every bit of her.
My other hand traced the curve of her thigh, stopping at the damp heat blossoming between her legs. The wetness there was like gasoline on a fire, and it made blood bump in a rush down my lower region. “Fuck… you’re always so wet for me, Mine,” I whispered, ripping the wet thong off and sliding a finger in, finding her slick and ready.
She gasped, a shudder running through her. Her eyelids fluttered, attempting to look away, but my grip on her face tightened, forcing her to meet my gaze. “Don’t be shy, baby. You own me as much as I own you… get used to this,” I reminded her as I added a second finger, leaving her almost breathless.
Unzipping her dress, I pulled it down a bit, exposing her shoulders and breasts. Those perky breasts with beautiful pink nipples that I had feasted on the last time.
Kasmine was sinfully beautiful, a vision of temptation and forbidden desire. She was everything I craved, everything I shouldn’t have, and yet, everything I was about to take.
“I think I bit your nipple too hard the last time, Mine. Does it still feel sore?” My breath ghosted across her breasts as I trailed wet kisses around the sensitive areola, my tongue flicking against the still-tender peak.
She choked out a “N no…” her hands gripping my shoulders tighter.
“Good,” I echoed, my lips finding the other nipple, teasing it with my teeth. “Cos I’m fucking biting it hard again. Maybe harder this time. I like knowing I leave a mark.” My fingers tightened on her thighs, pulling her closer, grinding her against my already hard length. “A reminder of who you belong to.”
She let out a loud moan from the mild pinch of pain mixed with pleasure. And then I bit the second nipple.
“Kester…” she breathed, her head falling back against the cold tile wall. Her eyes fluttered closed, her lips parting slightly. “Kester, please…”
“Please, what, Mine?” I asked against her ear. I moved my lips lower, my tongue tracing the delicate line of her collarbone. “Tell me what you want.”
“I…” She gasped when I stopped stroking her pussy, “I want you,” she breathed, her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling my head down. “I want you so badly.”
“And you have me,” I growled, my lips capturing hers in another fierce, possessive kiss. I deepened the kiss, my tongue thrusting against hers, mimicking the rhythm of what I desperately wanted to do to her pussy. “You have all of me, Mine. Every fucking piece.”
I thrust my fingers into her, hard and fast, preparing that small, tight passage for my cock, which throbbed with a desperate need to be inside her. I wanted to stretch her, to open her for what was coming.
The loud, squelchy sounds her pussy made as a result of her wetness was to kill for. It turned me on even more.
I withdrew my fingers, smearing her juices across the head of my cock, like a ritual before the main event.
I broke the kiss and lifted her on me, wrapping those toned, beautiful legs of hers around my waist.
Her heart was pounding so hard. “Are you scared, Mine?” I asked her, and she could barely answer. She only gave a small nod, “Don’t worry. It won’t hurt like the first time.”
I lied… Again.
Because with this position, Kasmine was going to take in every inch of me, and it was going to hurt like hell. But I was getting her accustomed to my cock. I wanted her to get used to every angle of it. It belonged to her either way.
“But, with this position…” She was about to protest.
“Shhh…” I cut her off, my hands holding her hips securely. “The only fucking sound I want to hear now from that pretty mouth is your helpless screams while I fuck you limp.” I let out a smirk, lifting her slightly and placing her at the tip of my cock, which was already seeping with precum.
Slowly, I began to push myself inside her. The tightness, the heat, the sheer ‘rightness’ of it… it was exquisite torture. It was the most pleasurable feeling in the world. Her breath hitched as I filled her, her walls clenching around me in a sweet, agonizing pressure. I pushed further, deeper until I was buried to the hilt.
***
KASMINE.
Hot, white desire, sharp and insistent, pierced through me as he sank his cock into me… Slow. Deep. Wet. The sensation was overwhelming, like a wave of pleasure that threatened to drown me.
I clung to his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin, my whole body shuddering with the raw intensity of the feeling. His pulsing cock stretched me, filled me, settled deep inside me, and a whimper escaped my lips, the only sound I could manage in that moment of pure, visceral sensation.
He pulled out halfway, teasing me with the withdrawal, before thrusting back in, hard and fast, rocking my body with the force of his desire. “Oh… Kester…” I whispered, still holding his gaze.
My eyes stung with tears of awkwardness and overwhelming lust. It was both surreal and incredibly arousing, looking into the eyes of the man-my big brother-who was fucking me like a whore, like I belonged to him completely.
The way his jaw clenched, the way his eyes darkened with raw pleasure, the way his pink, sexy lips curled into a smirk, the guttural groans of ecstasy that rumbled from his chest… it was all too much. I felt myself teetering on the edge, ready to shatter. He was so handsome, so powerful and domineering, so utterly mine at this moment.
His thrusts began to increase in pace, and I was mindless with pleasure, clinging to his masculine strength with all my might as he rocked my body.
My body became sleek with sweat, soaking his crisp white sleeves, but he didn’t seem to care.
“You’re mine, Kasmine.” He said like a reminder, gazing sinfully into my eyes as he said those maddening words. “You’re mine to take, to fuck, to consume-forever.”
My core clenched around him in pure, unadulterated lust, spilling more of my juices. I arched my back, offering myself to him, wanting him to see the complete surrender in my eyes.
“Say it… Say that you are mine,” he said, looking at me expectantly, but I didn’t say anything.
He lifted me and slammed me down on his hard cock, and I let out a cry before I quickly muffled it with my palm. Tears gathered in my eyes at the impact. Not when I was still struggling to adjust to his size in this position.
It was both excruciating and pleasurable. But slamming me down on his cock like that? No. I won’t survive it.
His hips drowned me in a carnal rhythm, fucking me in a bruising, rough, angry way that I had to save myself from. I felt like I was being claimed, not loved.
His hands, hard and possessive, gripped my bare ass, his fingers digging into my flesh, pulling me closer, deeper so deep that his balls slapped against my wetness, filling the stall with the slick slap sounds of filthy sex.
“Tell me I own you, Kasmine,” he gritted out, his jaw clenched, his thrusts becoming harder, more punishing.
“I… I can’t, Kester,” I whimpered, my voice trembling. He lifted me again, the anticipation of the next impact making my stomach clench, and slammed me down even harder, making me yelp.
I couldn’t commit to something that grave. Saying those words to a man like Kester had no turning back. It meant I was selling my soul to him, giving him a piece of myself that I wasn’t sure I was ready to surrender… And I couldn’t.
“Please, Kasmine, I don’t want to hurt you…” His voice turned softer, his gaze pleading, “I want you to be mine. How hard is it?”
His words almost broke me. But I couldn’t let emotions cloud my sense of reasoning. I and Kester could never be. We were playing with fire, and someone was going to get burned.
“I can’t be yours, Kes…” My words broke with the intensity of his thrusts.
His body stilled for a split second, the shift in his expression terrifying. His eyes went from hard to dangerous, and I could see a storm brewing within them. He pressed my back against the cold wall as he began fucking me into oblivion.
I tried to push back, but there was no way to escape this. “Please, Kester. I’m sorry…” Tears rained down my cheeks.
“That’s it…fuck…!” He ground out, a hand sliding up to wrap around my throat, “You will be mine one day, Kasmine.” he hissed, his voice holding a possessive rage that sent shivers down my spine. “Whether you like it or not,” I didn’t miss the threat in his words.
Suddenly, I heard something… The door to the restroom creaked open.
We both paused, holding our breaths.
My heart pounded so fast that I feared whoever was out there could hear it loud and clear.
A whimper almost left my lips from the position we were in Kester’s cock was still buried painfully deep inside me while his hand still wrapped around my throat.
“Shhh…” Kester whispered, placing a finger on my lip to keep me from making a sound.
My gaze darted to the door separating us from out there as if I could somehow see who it was.
The footsteps were slow, almost as if whoever was out there was looking for something… Or someone.
Someone…
My heart skipped several beats when the realization came crashing down on me.
Could it be…
My thoughts were cut short when I heard a familiar voice call out my name.
“Kasmine?”
I froze.
It was Jake.