FOUR!!.... WANTING MY STEP BROTHER? HELL NAH

For a minute, everything stood still. I could hear the sound of my heartbeat rushing through my ears. 

I'd messed up hadn't I? Fuck what the hell had possesed me to kiss him?! I pulled away instantly, my face burning with embarrassment. 

"I… I'm sorry. I hadn't-" 

Dean's free hand cupped my cheeks gently, tilting my head so I could look at him. My breath snagged at the intensity of his gaze, whatever I wanted to say melted in the heat of his hands on my face. His thumb slowly stroked my bottom lip, his touch burning yet soft and sensual, causing me to shudder. 

Oh...that felt good. 

Dean closed his eyes briefly, made a low noise in his throat and covered the distance between us. His mouth met mine and the world fucking melted in the background. His hand slid from holding my cheeks to cupping my neck as he devoured my lips and hell it felt good!

I grabbed at his chest, hungry, aching, eager to receive all that he could give. The pleasure that his kisses promised. His abs rumbled beneath my touch, and his hands tightened around my hips, pulling me closer into that warm enticing heat. 

"More," I moaned, when he pulled away. Sliding my hands around his neck, I pressed my lips against the crook of his neck, darting my tongue to taste that damned Adam apple that teased the hell out of me. His hands, firm and rough, grabbed my breasts through the flimsy nightwear I wore. "Oh fuck!" 

He hummed, captured my lips again as his hands kneaded and fondled my breasts, plucking at my nipples through my gown. 

Fuck yes, please. 

Like a damned wanton, I arched into his touch, panting, wishing he would rip the damned dress apart and cover my aching nipples with his mouth. That sinfully skillful mouth. 

But as quickly as it began, the kiss ended. 

My eyes flickered open slowly to see Dean stare down at me, his eyes shifting back to their brown colour. His face remained poised over mine, breathing heavily. My scattered thoughts returned, arranging themselves like a damned puzzle and my eyes widened like saucers when I realized what I had just done.

"Oh my Gosh!" I squealed, yanking myself out of his hold with all the mortification in the world dawning on me. 

Shit! How messed up could I possibly be?! I had just made out with my step brother! 

"I… I'm sorry!" I blurted, trying to quell my shaky nerves. "That should not have happened. I don't know what came over me." 

Dean simply stared at me for a long while, his lips pressed into a firm line then shrugged. 

"Right," he muttered, getting off the bed. I watched him leave the room without another word, my jaw opened like a damned fool.

What on Earth just happened?! I shouldn't be locking lips with my brother, he's mom's step son! That was messed up!  

But his lips… Oh his lips. Moon goddess, they had felt so good. So hot and demanding. And his hands. I glanced at my nightdress to see my nipples poking through the fabric. What I would have given for him to push the dress aside and just touch me-

"No!" I snapped, grabbing a pillow to my chest. "That's sick! That's disgusting, quit thinking about him, Hannah," 

Adjusting myself under the covers, I buried my face in my pillow and tried to force myself to sleep. 

The next morning, I made sure to get up very early. It wasn't like I could sleep anyways. The earlier I was done, the sooner I could get my ass back to Chicago.

After brushing and freshening up, I made my way downstairs to the kitchen, resisting the urge to puke when I heard raucous laughter from the kitchen. I could deal with seeing Damon and Damian. But not Dean. Not after last night. 

I peeked into the kitchen to see Dean and Damon talking and laughing about who the hell knows and felt my shoulders sag in defeat. The universe just had it out for me. 

Perhaps I could turn around and wait for everyone to leave? I could just stay cooped up till twelve or something-

"Hannah?" Damon called. 

Ah shit! I've been spotted. He probably smelled my presence or something. Clearing my throat awkwardly, I walked into the kitchen with a pasty smile on my lips. 

"Morning," I said, trying to sound casual as I grabbed a cup and walked to the coffee maker. Dean stood a few meters away from the darned machine and when I threw a look at him, I could swear I heard my panties snap. There was no mistaking the heat in those golden eyes. 

"Morning, Hannah," Damon replied cheerfully, oblivious to the brewing tension in the air. 

Dean nodded in acknowledgment, his burning gaze following my every move. The awkwardness between us was palpable and if this kept up, judging from my shaking fingers, I'd be spilling hot coffee all over my cashmere top. I tried to focus on my coffee, hoping it would provide some distraction at least before I go back upstairs.

"So, Hannah," Damon called, "Did you sleep well? How was your night?"

"I… uh… it was fine, thank you," I lied. I couldn't sleep a wink. "The bed was comfortable, at least." 

I heard a shuffle from Dean and sipped from my coffee quickly to hide my burning face. 

"That is great. We are heading out in a few minutes. You'll be gone before we come back, right?" Damon asked and I nodded. 

"Yeah, I'll leave after I talk to mom," 

Damon pouted rather adorably and nodded. "Well, it was really great meeting you, Hannah, and I do hope that we meet again sometime soon," he grinned. 

"Yeah… sure," I mumbled awkwardly. 

"Come on, Dean. We'll wait for Damian in the garage. Dude takes forever getting ready, I swear he should have been born a girl." 

"You go ahead," Dean murmured and the hair on my neck bristled. "I need to get something first. I'll be right behind you."

"Sure thang," Damon replied cheerily, threw me a wave and walked out of the kitchen.

I listened in as the sound of his footsteps slowly receded and swallowed. Dean hadn't taken his eyes off me. I would know. I could feel his burning gaze everywhere, sizing me up as if trying to see through my clothes. 

Suddenly, he moved towards me and my eyes looked up at him in alarm.

"Hannah," he called, his deep voice sending my nerves in a fucking frenzy. "Listen-"

“No,” I interrupted, laughing lightly as he backed me up against the damn counter. “All this awkwardness really isn't necessary. What happened last night was a mistake.”

“A mistake?” He muttered, arching a perfect brow and I nodded.

“Yes, a mistake."

Dean crossed his arms, his expression blank. My gaze fell on his bulging muscles and I licked my lips hungrily. 

Focus Hannah!

“I see." he said coolly. 

Surprised by his nonchalance, I held my hand up in defense. 

"Look," I began, searching my head for the right words. "What happened between us was a moment of vulnerability. The adrenaline was high, I was scared and must have wanted comfort in some way and we got caught up in the intensity of the situation. But it was wrong, and I don't feel anything beyond that."

His jaw tensed and his eyes flickered with hurt. “Liar.”

I winced at the blunt tone of his voice. "What?”

“You are lying between your teeth, Hannah," he growled, placing his rather impressive hand on the counter, leaning closer until I was caged in. 

Oh no no. 

"Dean-"

"I am a Lycan, Hannah," he said, flaring his nostrils, “I could smell your arousal from miles away, baby. Hell even now,"

Oh God. I clenched my thighs together, wishing the floor would swallow me. His gaze had turned from golden again, and every nerve ending hummed when he licked his canines. 

“You want me," He said so fucking bluntly, I had no idea why I found it hot. An image of him poised above the woman from the club, flashed through my head and I groaned.

"Admit it Hannah. It's okay to have hesitations, but do not deny what you feel. I know you want me, and trust me, it is mutual. But I am not going to push."

"Dean, look, I really don't want any trouble.” I said, hating myself from sounding breathless. 

“I know," He replied and pulled away, a rather haunting sadness in his eyes. "Goodbye, Hannah. I hope we meet again.”

I stood by the kitchen counter after he left, still reeling from the emotional exchange with Dean, when my mother walked into the room. 

"Hannah, sweetheart," she said, her voice gentle. "I need to talk to you."

I nodded, my heart still heavy with the weight of recent events. "Sure, Mom."

She looked at my outfit and her smile slowly disappeared. “You are leaving today, right? Really? I had hoped you would stay a bit longer."

“Mum, I-I cannot stay here,”

Mom placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. "I know things are not very easy on you right now," she began, her eyes filled with concern. "But your stepfather and I really want to spend some quality time together as a family. Can you stay with us just until next week?"

I felt a rush of panic at the mention of my stepfather but waved it off immediately.

"Mom, I appreciate it and all. And I'm happy you've found happiness, but I was thinking of going back to my place for a few days," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady.

I need to leave. I need to get the hell out of this place!

Mum’s gaze softened. “I know this has been tough, and I understand that you need some time," she said, her voice filled with empathy. "But I believe that spending time together as a family can help us all heal and move forward."

I glanced down, unsure of what to say. Part of me wanted to be with my family, to work through the complexities, but another part of me was scared of the wounds that might be reopened.

Chicago was safe. Decorah was not.

Mum touched my cheek gently, encouraging me to look at her. I wanted to yell for her to leave me alone. She did not understand! How could she ask that of me?

"Hannah, I know it's not easy, but I promise you, we'll figure this out together," she said, her voice unwavering. "Give us a chance to be a family, to help you heal, and to create new memories."

No! Every fiber, every inch of me revolted against the idea. But I couldn't… I couldn't deny mom. 

Tears welled up in my eyes, and I nodded, giving in to her words. "Okay, Mom," I said softly. "I'll stay."

Her smile brightened, and she pulled me into a hug. "Thank you, sweetheart," she whispered. "I know this won't be easy, but I really want to spend more time with my daughter."

I hugged her in return. Perhaps this was good. Dr Peterson did say I had to heal by facing my fear. My mum was a major part of my life and I could not let that go because I was haunted by my past.

Mum released me then, placed a kiss on my forehead and gave my hand a gentle squeeze. 

“Alex and I are heading out this morning. I am sorry that you have to stay home all alone this morning. I promise to make it up to you.”

“Oh, don’t worry,” I laughed, “Mum, I can handle being all alone, trust me. I kinda prefer it, so I will be fine.”

“Great. We will go shopping tomorrow, but in the meantime, please go up to Damian’s room and call him, or else his brothers will wait for eternity. It shouldn't be hard to find his room, it's the first on the left upstairs."

I laughed and left the kitchen, taking hesitant steps towards Damian’s door and knocked. 

When there was no response, I pushed open the door, and my jaw hell as hell fell to the ground. His room was grand! An elegant mix of gold and white. The walls were adorned with different paintings and framed pictures, and by the side of his bed was a short, fully stacked bookshelf.

I raised my brow and took a few steps closer. Definitely hadn't taken him for a reader.

I jolted when I heard the creak of a door and turned around and saw Damian stepping out of the bathroom, all wet and… Good Lord. 

Naked. 

Damian was butt naked. 

And goddess, he looked magnificent. 

My eyes trailed down his rather huge body, watching water droplets slide down his hair, down his Adam apple that bobbed slowly as he stared back at me. My lips dried when the droplets slid down the large expanse of his muscular chest. He had a long scar on his waist and I frowned. 

What had happened to him there? 

I couldn't think about that scar for very long though. Not with that huge cock jutting out proudly. 

Oh my Gosh. Oh my fucking gosh. I wanted to look away but I just couldn't. I couldn't for the life of me look away. 

"Are you having fun back there?" Damian's teasing voice brought me back to reality.