Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

KASMINE

Kester asked the driver to take me home. And while I could say I was thankful he didn't ride with me, a part of me wished he did.

Call me crazy, but I was beginning to crave the fear he instilled in me. That overwhelming, commanding, dominating aura of his. It wasn't just fear-it was something; far darker, far more addictive. A pull I couldn't resist, even though I knew I should have.

"Don't forget to give him this," Claire chirped, breaking my thoughts as she handed me a small gift bag. "Tell him it's a thanksgiving gift to the Moon Goddess, Selene, for my recovery."

I blinked at her, trying to mask the guilt churning in my chest.

Selene's Thanksgiving? Seriously? I would never understand this girl.

Who in their right mind gave Kester gifts under the guise of divine gratitude? Was he now Selene's emissar

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I suppressed the urge to scoff. I knew Claire's game. She didn't care about Selene. This was just an excuse to give Kester something personal. And she was so earnest about it that my chest tightened with guilt.

Because no matter how much I wanted to justify it, I knew had already betrayed her in the worst way possible. Every time I looked at her cheerful, oblivious face, guilt clawed at me, threatening to rip my heart apart.

Even though I knew Kester would never reciprocate her feelings for him, I still felt like I betrayed my friend.

How would she feel if she ever found out? That her sweet, thoughtful Kasmine had done the unthinkable-had let her crush kneel me before him, letting him stuff his cock into my mouth? And I also let him kiss me twice in the office today? She'd be heartbroken.

But what could I do? Kester was the kind of storm you couldn't fight. He tore through boundaries, shredded rules, and left you standing in the ruins, wondering why you didn't run.

He was making sure I broke every rule there is to break and cross every boundary I shouldn't even cross.

"I'll make sure he gets it, Claire," I said softly, trying to mask the shame in my voice. As I turned to leave, she stopped me again, her wide, bright eyes looking up at me... She had no idea the dagger I was holding behind my

back

"I'd like to come over this weekend," she said with a smile that made her slightly chubby cheeks glow in the setting sun. "We could watch a movie, maybe order some food?"

Her eagerness made my stomach churn. "We have to report to school on Friday, remember?" I said with an eye roll, "Don't you plan on spending the weekend with your parents at the pack?"

"No," she said with a laugh, brushing my concern aside. "This one Weekend wouldn't kill. And I know you'll return as soon as we are done from school on Friday," she said, and I narrowed my brows

"How sure are you? I haven't spent the weekend with iny parents for two weeks now. I have to..." I was saying, but she stopped me mid-sentence.

"Who are you kidding? Your mother is here. And she'll be leaving on Saturday morning, isn't it?" She asked with raised brows as if daring me to deny, and I instantly recalled that mum was at home and Kester would never let me go to school or the pack house unless he had business to attend to over there.

That's how confined I was now. My life revolved around Kester's decisions now, whether I admitted it or not.

"We could also go shopping after seeing a movie... I just want us to have fun!" She said pleadingly, and I gave her an eye roll before replying.

"Fine. I'll talk to Kester about it."

I had

I dinner as soon as I got home. I was famished. Didn't eat at the office because I was too shaken to eat.

The house was empty. Mum told me she was attending the regional Luna's meeting today. She probably wasn't back yet.

I took a long, warm shower, letting the water wash over me The tension in my muscles eased, but my mind refused to follow suit. No matter how hard I tried to distract myself, Kester's thoughts haunted me. His voice, his touch, his overwhelming dominance-they consumed my thoughts, refusing to let me breathe.

And every time I thought about him, that unwelcome heat pooled deep in my core. I hated it. I craved it. He was wrapping me in a chokehold, one I wasn't sure I wanted to escape from for now.

This was wrong. Forbidden. Every part of me knew that. Yet, that very forbidden nature made it intoxicating. To be desired, pursued, possessed by a man like Kester it was dangerous, thrilling, and utterly addictive. It was something any woman would die for.

But I was scared of one thing... Kester wasn't the kind of man to play games. He didn't just want to have fun. No, he wanted all of me. Every thought, every breath, every piece of my soul.

And I couldn't give him that. Not when I'll be expecting to have my mate in a few months when I turn twenty-one.

I knew this couldn't last. Kester was a storm, and storms never ended peacefully. But before I walk away and build walls too high for him to climb, I wanted to taste the danger just a little longer. Just a little more.

I'd be careful. I'd play the good girl enough to keep him satisfied and to protect Jake. I'd bask in the reckless thrill of this forbidden affair-just until it was time to

stop.

At least, that's what I told myself.

Just a little thrill.

I found myself picking out the best set of lingerie I had, a small smile of

anticipation tugging the side of my lips. My fingers brushed over the silks and lace

tucked away at the back, hidden treasures I rarely wore.

I should be ashamed of myself for doing this for someone who was meant to be my brother.

And yet, here I was.

My eyes wandered around the room, and they landed on the spot. That spot. Where I had knelt before him just last night like a sinner praying to a god. The memory hit me like a jolt of lightning. I could still feel the hardness of his monstrous cock pushing its way greedily into my mouth, the way his hand had tangled in my hair as he guided me closer, demanding, taking, consuming. My lips parted at the thought, and a shiver rolled down my spine.

My thighs clenched together as an ache started to grow in my center, insistent and maddening. This had never happened to me before, even those times when I used to watch those adult movies online.

I've always seen and heard people touch themselves, but I always felt too embarrassed to even try. I'd rather let a real penis into my vagina than use some toy or, worst of all my hands.

But I think that was about to change because the ache in my center was becoming unbearable.

I slowly lay back on the bed, adjusting myself with my heels digging into the mattress as I parted my legs

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Gods, this felt wrong. Every part of me screamed that it was wrong. But all that mattered to me at this moment was quenching the fire burning down my core.

I was in nothing but my towel, so it gave me easy access to my center. As soon as

my fingers brushed the sensitive skin of my vagina, a shiver rippled through my body.

I was dripping wet. I didn't know how to do this. But instines drove me forward as I was willing to give it a try.

My fingers slid along the slickness, slowly at first, tracing feathery circles that sent sparks shooting through my body.

A soft moan escaped my lips as I pressed harder, biting my bottom lips at the intensity of the ecstasy as the wet sounds of my touch filled the room. My free hand found its way to my breast, cupping and kneading gently, sending another wave of pleasure coursing through me.

"Kes..." I whispered his name, and it tasted like sin on my tongue.

1 closed my eyes, surrendering to the sensation as my hips Itted slightly off the bed, chasing a release I didn't" fully understand. The pressure built, coiling tightly inside me like a spring ready to snap.

Oh, Selene... What is going on?

"Oh, gods..." My breaths came faster, my fingers moving in frantic circles as I teetered on the edge of something unfamiliar, something strange, vast, and consuming

This was all new to me.

It felt so good.... At least, so I thought, since I'd never done it before.

"Uhh... Kester." I moaned, almost too loud, as I arched my back.

I was tempted to dip my finger into my vagina, but the outer surface was the

farthest I could go for now, since 1noveldrama

was still...

"Kasmine!" A familiar voice came from outside my door, shattering every anticipated release I was desperately driving myself towards.

I jerked off the bed, lucky enough to have wrapped myself up in my towel before

the door flung open to reveal the cheerful face of the one person I never expected

to see here today.

June.

Disappointment washed over me immediately.

Didn't Kester ask me to leave my door open tonight?

How did he intend to visit when she was here?

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 fell 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

anger ebb, replaced by a dark satisfaction that mirrored my own.

his

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.

1 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 Jingers 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.

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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 a finish what she'd started.

She didn't know it yet, but she would be my undoing.

and

"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 ! 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 countertop behind her, using my hand to roughly

part her legs

open.

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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?" 1 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 shall and innocent,

beautiful and mouthwatering, like a goddamn offering

J slowly tried to slide a finger into her soaked entrance, but 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?"