MasukI gasped, my eyes squeezing shut. I was pressed from all sides by his pheromones, my head clouded by them. My lips were parted as I panted, my back arching off the wall.
“Hmm,” he hummed as his nose returned to my neck, and he inhaled, shuddering so hard.
His pheromones smelled spicy, but in a good way. In a way that made me want more, which wasn't good. Wanting more was me losing control, and I already knew how this was going to end. I should push him away, and yet my body wouldn't move. Yet, instead of pushing him away, I wrapped my arms around his neck and drew him closer to me.
He cursed, his pheromones growing thicker, and a moan slipped out of my lips before I could stop it.
“More, please,” I breathed, my hands slipping into his hair.
It was intoxicating, like a drug you couldn't get enough of. A drug that makes it seem like you’re floating. I wanted more of it. I didn't want him to stop. His lips suck on the skin of my neck, his tongue pressing against my pulse. His breath was growing ragged, his skin growing heated.
Omega's pheromones also have a strong effect on alphas. It could drive them wild, to the edge, but they could resist it, unlike us. This man wasn't trying to resist my pheromones. He was bathing himself in it. I felt a slight shake from his body, a growl vibrating in his chest as he sucked harder on my skin until I felt it throbbing with pain. He seems almost… primal. Like he was losing to my pheromones, and he wasn't even bothered to fight the pull.
“Instead of just standing there and watching, why don’t you join the fun?” he said, and I frowned, wondering what he meant when a voice spoke up.
“That’s enough, Elias.”
Elias–the man on me–just chuckled, his breath warm on me, and that somehow intensified the pleasure I feeling. I grabbed onto him, pressing his head harder into my neck.
“See that, brother?” Elias said, his voice rough. “This angel doesn't want me to pull away.”
“Pull away from her,” the newcomer said. “Now, Elias.”
He looked at me, his eyes glowing, a smirk on his lips. “Do you want that, angel?”
I shook my head so hard I saw stars. “No! I want more! Please.”
He caressed my lips with his thumb. “I know you do.”
“Elias!” the man shouted, and I flinched when I felt his aura.
Elias’ eyes turned hard.
“Daddy has come to ruin the fun,” he said, his voice a deep growl. “I’m afraid our little… delight has to end here.” He pulled away, and I gasped, blinking as if a veil was lifted from my eyes. “This isn't farewell, lovely.”
He turned and walked away, towards the man who was standing still. He bumped his shoulder as he walked past, but the man just kept his eyes on me. Realization rushed back to me suddenly, and I exhaled sharply, covering my shoulders with my hands.
What have I done? Why did I give in so easily?
The man walked to me, and I looked away, my cheeks heating.
“Do you know the way to your room?” he asked softly, and I nodded. “Led the way, then.”
I stole a glance at him, trying to see what expression he had on before I looked away, and started walking. He just looked natural, no judgment or any emotion on his face. I didn't know if I should be grateful for that or not.
I started walking to my room, and he followed silently. I wanted to shirk myself, disappear, because I was ashamed of what I just did. Finally, we reached my room, and I turned to the man who stood behind me.
“M-my room,” I managed, my voice barely above a whisper.
He looked at me with his hands folded behind his back, his eyes fixed on mine. Then he said, “Pardon my brother’s behavior. He’s a little unstable.”
That only made my cheeks burn hotter, and I had to look away. “I-it’s okay. I can't say I'm also blameless.”
“You are.” The way he said it made me look at him. He said it like he wanted to imprint those words into my brain. “You’re blameless. The blame is solely on Elias.”
I shook my head, pressing my hands together. “I… I didn't even say no or push him away.”
“The blame is still on Elias.”
My shoulders dropped, and I just nodded.
I felt his eyes linger on me for a moment too long before he cleared his throat. “Good night, then.”
He walked away, and I finally raised my head and stared at his back. Was he one of my stepbrothers? How many people were I going to meet? I already felt strongly towards the first two, so how will I feel towards this man?
I opened the door and got into my room, immediately heading to the bathroom. I was drenched in Elias’ pheromones, and I wanted to get it off as soon as possible. I took off my clothes and got in, but then I walked past the mirror and stopped, turning towards it.
My eyes trailed from my flushed neck down to my chest and my heavy breasts. Then it went lower to my stomach, and that was when I looked away. I picked the gown I had discarded and covered the mirror, my eyes burning.
It was just the pheromones that blinded Elias, and it was also dark, so he didn't see me clearly. If he did, that wouldn't have happened.
“How pathetic,” I muttered to myself as I turned on the shower. I was more concerned about him not seeing my body than what he did.
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ELIAS
“What is wrong with you?” Roman asked as he stormed into my room, his eyes hard.
I wasn't in the mood for this. “I don’t know. You tell me.”
“Do you know who she is? Elara’s daughter. That means she’s family.”
“I don't see that witch as my family,” I snapped.
“Yes, but father got married to her, so she’s family whether you accept it or not.”
I just stared and looked away, facing the window, my thoughts wandering.
I was still cloaked in her pheromones, and it was clouding my head. I had a boner that has refused to go away, and the image of her flashed face burned into my head.
“Did you smell her pheromones?” I asked, still facing the window.
“Yes, but you don't see me losing control like a damn dog.”
I turned towards him, my eyes hard. “Did you really smell it?”
“It filled the hallway, Elias,” he snapped. “There’s no way I could not have smelled it.”
“Then you know why I couldn't stay away.”
“That’s not a damn excuse!” he snapped, slamming his palms into my desk, and I heard a crack. “Did you even try to hold back?”
“No.”
His nose wrinkled in disgust, and I refused to be bothered by it. I was already a disappointment, weren't I? So why not lean into it?
“She’s off limits, Elias,” he snarled, and I just scoffed, looking back at the window.
“We’ll see. Her pheromones are just too–”
“Unpleasant,” a disgusted voice cut me off.
ELIASHot? Yeah, right. What a fucking joke. Hot has to be the understatement of the fucking decade. This lady, sitting so close yet so far away from me, was glorious. A beautiful, tender neck that I wanted to sink my teeth into and feel her soft, smooth flesh. With boobs that called out to me, and I just wanted to squeeze my whole body in between them. A soft stomach that I also wanted to bite. Thick thighs that I wanted to crush my head. And don't ever get me started on her ass. No, don’t get me started, because the things I wanted to do to that ass were unspeakable. “Uhm… thanks,” she muttered, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, that beautiful blush blooming on her cheeks like a rose, and I wanted to lick it.Hot? Elias, you fool, what were you thinking?I said nothing–couldn't–and just kept staring at her. She shifted uncomfortably, and I had to force myself to look away. I cleared my throat and stood up. My work was done. I’ve apologized, and I'm finally free from the g
I turned towards the voice, and my heart dropped when I saw Elias step out of the shadows.“W-what are you doing here?” I yelled, holding my chest as if that would stop my heart from racing so fast.“Waiting for you,” he answered in a low whisper as his eyes trailed over me, and that was when it hit me that I was still wearing the dress. My cheeks heated, and I looked around for something to cover myself with, but came up short. “Looking for something to hide behind? Perhaps an overcoat gown and coat?”My cheeks heat again, but from anger this time. I pointed at the door. “Leave.”But he just kept staring at me. “So you’ve had it in you all along.”“Had what?”“Fire.” He took another step closer to me, his eyes fixed on my chest before they rose to my eyes. “I thought you only knew how to keep your head down and shoulders curled.”“Please, leave my room, Elias.”But he just kept walking toward me. “I don't want to.”“But I want you to.”“Sure? Your pheromones say something different,
My eyes were wide as Roman’s lips moved on mine, soft and gentle. But I still couldn't wrap my head around the fact that this was happening. So I stayed frozen, my hands tensed on my sides. His hands on my face shook slightly, and that made my heart race, but I still didn't move.He broke the kiss, just pulling back slightly, but he didn't drop his hands from my face. The look in his eyes was intense, and I didn't know if I was the one seeing things, but I could swear he looked desperate and tense. “Everything was real,” he breathed, an edge to his voice, his hands cupping my face a little tighter. His eyes moved from one feature to another, as if he were memorizing my features. “Every smile.” His eyes dropped to my lips. “Every compliment.” They dropped to my chest, but he quickly looked away and back to my eyes. “Every time I looked at you. Everything you think you saw was true. It was there.”My breath hitched, something uncurling in my chest, but I still didn't let myself relax.
Maybe I should have waited for him to make the first move. Me doing this would definitely come off as desperate, and that is what I was. Desperate. Everything that has happened tonight has made me extremely desperate. The heated glances that he kept directing my way all through dinner, the accidental brushing of our fingers, and eating dessert from the same bowl. And then his words. My God, his words. Those words kept playing over and over again in my head, and I don't think they’ll stop for a while. So instead of waiting for him to come to me, I went to him.I pressed my lips to his, letting go of his hand and cupping the side of his face as I kissed him, closing my eyes. His lips were as soft as I thought they would be. Warm, too. His pheromones spiked, and I couldn't help the low moan that slipped out of me. There was just something about his pheromones that made me want to lose my mind and give in to it. I felt the same way with his brothers, but his was different. Maybe becau
My throat tightened. I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. No one has ever spoken to me like that, not even before Skylar. I searched his face for the joke, the pity, the look that always came when someone realized they were wrong. I saw none of that. He was simply looking at me like I was something pleasant to look at, like I wasn't too much. “You’re exaggerating,” I whispered. He didn't hesitate in his answer. “No. If anything, I’m failing.”How could he say that? No, the most important question here: why couldn't I believe him? Why does one cruel sentence from Skylar outweigh every kind word I've heard today?The attendants think I'm beautiful. Roman called me magnificent, but that small voice kept whispering, “They’re mistaken. He’s mistaken. Wait till he sees what hides under these clothes, then he’ll look away too.”“What if you’re wrong?” I asked in a small voice, trying to curl into myself. “What if you’re only seeing what you want to see?”He held my shoulder
“B-boyfriend?” I repeated weakly.The women giggled, one of them saying, “Oh, honey, if he’s not your boyfriend, then he’s trying to be one.”I shook my head. “No, you have it all wrong. He’s my–” Stepbrother. But I couldn't say that because then they would judge, so I swallowed it down.“Well, whoever he is, he’ll have a hard time looking away. I mean, look at you! You’re stunning!”Me? Stunning? That sounded impossible. But as I forced myself to look at the mirror again and keep looking, I saw someone different. I didn't see something broken, or a mistake, or someone who disgusted others. I just saw… I saw a woman looking back at me. I didn't see the mirror as an enemy as I kept looking. I didn't want to turn away and block the reflection. No, I wanted to keep looking.“Here, let’s do this,” the senior staff said as she stepped forward and held my hair up. She tied it into a messy bun, stepping back when she was gone, smiling like she had something excellent, and she did. I didn't







