Annoying Step-Sister

When I was done with her lips, I moved to Lucille’s full breast. The girl might think she was beautiful, but her beauty had nothing on me. Meanwhile, her breasts were the only things I could actually tolerate about her.

They were so full and so… juicy. I inclined my head, taking her left breast in my mouth while my hands puffed the right one like it was a balloon I was trying to deflate.

Lucille responded by grabbing my head with both of her hands for support. I could feel her muscles relaxing, and her leaning back for me to take full control.

Sucking off sweat and the steamy shower water off her nipples, I released the left breast and allowed my hands to trail around her body. I followed a path from her chest down to her stomach and then, a little lower.

A long melancholic groan emanated from her when two of my fingers found her opening and dipped themselves into it.

“Oh, Kieran…” Her grip on my head firmed.

I thrust in and out of her, fingering arousal into her while, simultaneously I sucked her breast, biting her nipples until I could taste the metallic tang of her blood in my mouth.

She was a wolf - she would heal.

After three minutes well spent in foreplay, she unzipped my fly, took out my penis, and put it in her mouth.

“Ah… yes.” I groaned as she fucked me with her mouth.

However, it seemed the more my cock went in and out of her mouth, the more I could smell Nimue’s mint and vanilla scent somewhere around.

I tried to move, but it felt as if my body were tied down by invisible threads. I felt myself growing big and hard inside her mouth.

I saw her fake eyelashes and curled hair tips moving. Her bracelets made a dry sound against each other. Her tongue was long and soft and seemed to wrap itself around me. Just as I was about to come, the scent of Nimue grew so overwhelming that I couldn't ignore it any longer.

“Hold on,” I grumbled, pulling myself out of Lucille’s mouth much to her protest.

A frown had creased her brows as she said; “What the devil, Kieran?”

“Wait for a second,” I replied without looking back at her, opening the shower slide to find Nimue sprawled right in my bed, eyes glued to her phone.

The muscles in my jaw tensed and my eyes grew impossibly wide. “What. Are. You. Doing?” I hollered but she acted as though my question was as light as the wind, holding no weight.

“What the hell are you doing here?!” I yelled again, a vein throbbing in my temple.

She had her gaze fixated on the phone, flickering its screen without looking up. “Just catching up on the latest gossip, you punk. People had a lot of things to say about the Alpha’s daughter. Wonder how the pack will react when they find out his son enjoys a little… extracurricular activity in the shower.”

What in the hell’s name was she yapping about? Darn, her boldness irritated me to the core. “What the fuck girl? Get out of my room if you don't want my dick drilling some sense into your pussy.”

I wasn’t subtle. My hand dipped below, letting the evidence of my anger hang loose. It was my hardened dick, and finally, she glanced up. Her pupils dilated as she took in the full picture. Good. Maybe a dose of reality would knock some sense into her empty head.

As expected, she wasn't expecting me to come out of the shower naked. That was how stupid she was. I, Kieran Silverstein don't follow societal norms.

If she wanted to be wise, she would think twice about sneaking into my room unannounced next time.

“What are we going to do to her? Make love to her?” Scratch asked excitedly within me.

I gritted my teeth, forcing him back down.

When Nimue saw the sick of my sock, all awakened and angry, her Adam’s apple bobbed as she swallowed hard. In her eyes was a strange glint of something that seemed like… fear?

Good.

However, before I could unleash another verbal rant, the bathroom door creaked open, revealing Lucille standing there with a confused pout.

Her eyes darted between me, the furious scowl on my face, and Nimue, who was now staring at the wall with a newfound fascination for the Sherwin-Williams paint.

"Kieran? What's going on?" Lucille asked, launching herself shamelessly at me, her arms wrapping around my torso.

Her lips found mine in an almost demonstrate kiss which I was sure was an attempt to set the other girl off. The scent of her strawberry shampoo filled my nose, and for the first time in my life, I hated strawberries.

Seizing the opportunity, I grabbed a towel and strategically draped it around my lower half.

“Who the hell is this?” Lucille hissed against my lips.

With a smirk twisting my lips. “Easy there, Lucille. Let me introduce you.” My hand deliberately brushed against Nimue’s shoulder, sending a jolt through her that I found oddly satisfying.

So now she didn't want to look, huh? Someone had to remind her that she brought herself here.

“This,” I announced, relishing the way Nimue’s eyes widened in disbelief, “is my new unwanted gold digger of a step-sister, Nimue.”

Lucille’s eyes narrowed, suspicion evident in them. “Step-sister?” she echoed.

“And this,” I continued, turning Lucille to face me, my hand possessively finding its way on the small of her back, “is Lucille. My mate and my girlfriend.”

Lucille held her chin high under the attention, a smug smile blossoming on her face. This was probably the first time after we made our fake relationship announcement public, that I would introduce her to someone as my girlfriend.

Easy peasy, Lucille. It was all for the show still

Nimue, however, remained silent, her gaze flitting between us like a trapped animal. Her plan had turned on her, I could tell.

“Hey, nice to meet you.” Lucille extended a hand toward her that she took with a defeated smugness.

Just when I was about to marvel that Lucille could be nice to greet Nimue, she added. “Just watch your back because Kieran hates gold diggers. I wouldn't want to see you crying the next time I saw you.”

And that… was the Lucille I knew. Bitchy as always.

Nimue clenched her fists and turned to Lucille. “At least, I'm not the one with the fake eyelashes and veneer teeth, you pumpkin face!”

“What?!” Lucille gasped, awestruck.

Scratch burst into a fit of laughter inside of me. It took my harnessing the hatred I felt for Nimue to refrain me from laughing too. Man, the audacity of this girl knew no bounds.

This unexpected turn of events was far more entertaining than a simple shower rendezvous with Lucille.

“So,” I drawled, leaning down until my lips brushed Lucille’s ear, “will you leave us lovebirds alone? Or, perhaps, would you like to share some of that juicy gossip you were so eager to discuss in the shower with us, Nimue?”