My 4 Hot Stepbrothers Want a Taste of Me

A'S

cross the driveway. My arms ached, but I refused to as

the sleek black car. Her voice had that e

h and pulled hard

trunk. I slumped into the back seat, staring out the window as w

n't you excited, sweetheart? We're going to

. And I don

. School was already frustrating enough-three years of being invisible, of wat

ith sweat. Restless, like something was crawling beneath my skin, demanding to get out. The

te-blooming Omegas. The articles said it could happen, even without a wolf.

f Alphas-powerful ones-while my body was doing... this?

thighs together as another hot flush

. "I know this is hard, but Marcus is

terrupted, my stomach twis

r school like kings. Popular, powerful, and completely out of my le

small mercy: it let me admire

face. To him. Zane Parker, leaning against the boards after practice, his dark hair damp and messy, jersey clinging to his bro

brutal all at once. How his intense eyes would focus with laser precision during a g

Omega pining for a hockey sta

hing else entirely. And those intense eyes burned into mine

ver look my wa

," the driv

was massive-all modern glass and stone, with perfec

l, isn't it?"

terri

imposing in his expensive suit. But when he

said warmly, pullin

"Aria, I'm so glad you're here.

Mr. Steel,

arcus." His voice

s won't b

I saw

od in the doorway, their e

kled with awareness, every nerve ending suddenly alive and screaming. The scent of them hit me like a physica

now. Pleas

legs, a deep, insistent ache bloomed-that same restless, needy feeling from my dreams, but

e. And my body was reacting like I'd

per, using the pain to ground myself. To think throug

ke I was dirt on his shoe. "So th

ine. I hated that my body responded to the authority in i

started, but Re

oice dripping with sarcasm. "Gol

nough!" Marcus'

e a predator. "Look at her. Pathetic. An Omega with no wo

pooled in my stomach as they stood near me. My skin felt too t

wrong w

quietly, my voice shaking. "I

," Cole mocked.

Now." Marcus's command

back one last time. "Stay out of our

slammed b

a, honey, I'm so sorry. The

bling, confused by the strange pull I felt aro

l like this?

my fingers pruned, trying to wash away the

onto the plush carpet, I felt a sliver of calm

oor o

clearly not bothered to knock. He'd chang

t charged tension slammed back i

I managed, clutching the towel

my bare legs. That look wasn't bored anymore. It was intense. Predatory. The h

his voice low and rough. He kicked the d

ing! I just took a s

, taking a step for

body. "You stand there, dripping wet, smelling like peaches and rain, i

is fingers were strong, commanding. A jolt of pure electricity shot

ered, his face

"You're trembling. Your heart is racing. I can smell you f

force behind it. My body was leaning into h

t the hard press of his body against my towel-covered one. A sharp, needy pulse ans

pt, but underneath it... a blazing, uncontrollable hunger that mirrored my own. "I

s other hand came up, fingers tangling roughly in my wet hair, tilting my head back. It

to strangle him. His eyes dropped to my mouth, and I watc

somewhere deep in his chest. The

shing me for something I didn't understand. His lips were firm and demanding, bruising,

his hard body against my soft, towel-covered one. He groaned into my mouth, the sound vi

rd enough to bruise. The other wrapped around my throat-not sque

od. Wrong. This is s