Chapter 7 The Temptations of a True Luna

Gerard

None of us were particularly excited about the mating ball but none of us objected to our father. Our mother seemed weird and flighty about the whole thing. When she talked to us directly—especially Ezekiel—she seemed excited and anxious that we should all find mates. But she acted strangely whenever Rhea was around. I could tell that she was not excited about the idea of Rea finding a mate.

Rhea.

Thinking about her sent a strange mix of emotions through me. When she first moved here, none of us liked her. She was a small worthless little thing that our father had taken in. She was almost a nuisance to the family.

It was very clear that my mother had a high distain for her. I wasn’t entirely sure why my mother hated her so much, but since my feelings were the same, neither me or my brothers argued with her.

I was certain there was something we were missing. Something between our father and Rhea that we were missing. There had to be a reason he felt so connected to her, so protective of her. Iit drove our mother crazy. She took it upon herself to make sure Rhea never felt like she was a part of the family. To make sure she knew she would never really have a place here. My brothers and I had too much fun playing into that.

For the last few years, we had taken it upon ourselves to torment her. We had a lot of fun treating her like our personal toy to beat down and harass. As we all got older, our feelings toward Rhea started to change. She started developing a body with curves. She was sexy beyond all reason. But it was too late. It was clear she hated us. I wasn’t sure there was anything that we could do to change that.

Not that it mattered. Our father would not have let us have any other kind of relationship with her. She was to be treated as family. Mocking her and tormenting her was as rough as we could get away with.

None of us had any trouble finding other girls to meet with and play with though. All the girls in the pack seem to want to throw themselves at us. It was always a nice distraction. But Rea was always around. Always in the house. She had no idea how hot she was. She had no idea how tempting she was. Dylan and I both agreed the temptation was starting to become too much.

We agreed that would be at least one plus of the ball. We would be distracted by a slew of other women. We could potentially find our mate and therefore forget about Rea. Though our father seemed pretty determined that Leah should also find her mate.

My brothers and I agreed that the thought made us all uneasy. Even if we were not allowed to have Rhea, none of us wanted to see her with anyone else. None of us certainly wanted her to leave.

We overheard her on the day of the ball, talking to the kitchen staff about her birthday. I vaguely recall that her birthday was in May, but none of us remembered. I was surprised that not even my father had remembered. Too late to do anything about it. But it was possible she could find her mate at the ball as well.

As I left to get ready, I found Dylan and Gar.

“Do you think she’ll really find her mate at the ball?” Dylan asked.

I shrugged. “I don’t know. I’m certain she’ll be looking. I’m certain she’ll find any reason to leave. And I’m certain that our father will be helping her.”

“We can’t let her leave,” Gar said.

“If she finds her mate, there’s nothing we can do. Father will prevent us from interfering.”

The three of us sat around, feeling frustrated and defeated. None of us wanted to see Rhea with anyone else. None of us wanted her to leave us. Secretly, I started trying to think about ways we could get back on her good side. I knew we still couldn’t do anything, but I couldn’t give up hope that we might convince her to stay.

The ball was exactly as I predicted. Swarmed with young girls, all of them throwing themselves at us. Some of them genuine but most of them were only interested in the family. Not that it mattered. Dylan and I were happy to take any of them so we could have fun.

When Anastasia arrived, she looked hot. She was wearing some slutty mermaid style dress. And clung to us instantly. She sat in between us all through dinner and gave death glares to any other girls who even looked our way.

It was vaguely amusing. Although I doubt that Anastasia understood that it was mostly because she thought she had any influence over who we were going to hook up with. I doubt she realized that we had already hooked up with most of the girls at the table. Neither Dylan nor I objected to her being the girl we took into our bed tonight. It was likely she wouldn’t be the only one though.

Anastasia talked about all of the new things that her family were doing. She talked about her offers for college and a few other things that she thought would be impressive. Dylan and I were having more fun fingering her under the table. It was amazing listening to her try to talk while we were clearly getting her aroused.

When the dance portion of the ball started, we were on the dance floor. We danced much too closely to Anastasia on either side of her. Several other girls kept trying to come up and dance with us, but Anastasia did her best to push them away. Dylan and I chuckled to ourselves.

Several times one of us would excuse ourselves and take another girl off into a room or into the bathroom. Anastasia never seemed to notice. That was fine with us. That was the point.

The idea of finding our Luna seemed self limiting. Neither of us are ready to settle down with just one girl. My father always talked about a Luna as the one girl who your world revolved around. Your mind shifted and you didn’t desire anyone else.

I couldn’t fathom that having that mindset. I felt pretty certain that even when I found a Luna I would not change my ways. There is too many tempting and beautiful women out there.

As I thought that, Rhea crossed the floor in her stunning gold dress. The tight material across her chest made her chest appear larger. Their fullness was on display. It was beyond tempting. The dress dipped down in the back, exposing her entire back. It barely came together at the small of her back. The dress clung to her tightly, showcasing all of her curves.

I felt myself rise in my pants. I tapped Dylan’s shoulder, and nodded in the direction of Rea. I saw that Dylan had the same reaction.

I wanted to follow her across the floor. I wanted to lock her in the kitchen as we had before and have my way with her. I could tell that Dylan felt the same. But our father was home. His eyes were on us. He was always watching. And I knew we had to stay still. There would be hell to pay if we left the mating ball to seduce Rhea.

My mind wandered back to when we had touched her before. When we had played with her and made her wet and hot. I was starting to lose control of myself. Anastasia was hot and sexy as well, but not like Rhea.

I exchanged a glance with Dylan. We knew that for now Anastasia would have to do. We also knew that she would be more than willing.

Dylan groped Anastasia‘s ass and was close to fingering her through her dress. I had been moving my hands between her hips up to her breasts and holding her against my chest.

I could tell from Anastasia’s flushed cheeks that she wasn’t going to be able to take much more. The two of us kept teasing her, and touching her, pushing her over the edge. It was more fun when it was her idea to go back to our room.

Soon she took both of our hands and guided us toward our room. We went willingly. As soon as we shut the door, we were no longer careful with how we touched her. Dylan instantly took off her dress and let it fall to the floor. He then took her hair in a tight knot in his fist and kissed her briefly before lowering her to knees. Both of us lost our pants quickly.

Anastasia needed no more invitation. She moved her mouth back-and-forth from both of us and I leaned into the pleasure. Anastasia was skilled; she knew how to work her tongue. If I wanted to, I could’ve come in her mouth in a matter of moments. But I wanted to make this last.

I started stripping off my clothes. Anastasia sucked and touched us. I found myself thinking of Rhea. I imagined what it would be like to have her lips wrapped around me. I imagined what her tongue would feel like. And I started to pretend that Anastasia was her.

I gripped Anastasia‘s head so that she never took me out of her mouth as I moved back toward the bed. I laid down and pulled her up with me. She continued to suck on me while Dylan moved behind her.

I could tell as soon as he moved inside of her because she let out a strangled moan and her sucking became much more rhythmic. After a moment, I nodded at Dylan to go harder, and he listened.

This seemed to spur Anastasia on, and her bobbing intensified on my cock. The smell of her pheromones was intoxicating. But I still couldn’t help but picture Rea. I imagined it was her and I could feel myself growing even harder at the idea.

She had never really been kissed. She had never really been touched. And I wanted so badly to be the one to ruin her. I knew that could never happen. I knew my father would prevent it. But he couldn’t stop the things that I thought in my mind.

I felt myself getting close to the release I had been chasing. I pulled Anastasia off me and switched positions with Dylan. I pushed inside her. She was wet and tight. Dylan seemed grateful for the change. I knew he always preferred to release in her mouth.

As we continued, I started to smell something different. There was a different pheromone outside. I looked at Dylan over Anatasia’s head. I could tell he smelled it too. We were too close now to stop. We took our time and finished inside of Anastasia.

When we were done, we pushed her away from us and got dressed quickly, not bothering to put on the full suit again. I just grabbed my underwear and jeans and threw them on. Anastasia had also gotten dressed quickly, clearly not phased by our disregard of her. Clearly, she still felt confident about being the one. I knew if she was really our Luna we would’ve known by now.

But that smell…

I followed Dylan as he stalked across the room and yanked open the door. Anastasia walked out before us and immediately grunted in distain. Rhea was standing there, as beautiful as ever, still in her seductive gold dress.

I couldn’t believe it was her.

The smell, the pheromones, were coming from her. I could feel the wolf inside of me yearning and begging. Everything inside of me wanted her, needed her. Despite just finishing with Anastasia, I felt myself growing in my jeans again. I know Rhea saw it too. She looked just as stunned.

It took everything I had not to take her right then and there.

“Mate,” Dylan and I mumbled together.