Get on Your Knees

“I'm sorry about that, Chrysalis. I haven't seen him since I left years ago,” he nervously chuckled. “You can't fault me for thinking he's still the child he was, can you?”

“No,” I gulped, happy I cut his son's words short before he could complete it. If he had completed those words, I doubt Gordon would have let me stay in his house for one second.

He will see it as me trying to seduce his son because I'm the older one among us, and I'm supposed to teach him, not let him do whatever he pleases, with me.

“Thank you,” he smiled at me.

“Mmm.”

My heart was heavy throughout dinner. I didn't say a word to Gordon, fearing I might give everything away if I so much as opened my mouth to speak.

Gordon helped me wash the plates after dinner before he retired to his study, to complete his work, while I went towards my room.

He promised to help me secure a job in the human world after the summer vacation. I just can't wait for that. It will help me a lot. This way I won't get to think about my stepson. I will be too occupied to do that.

I had my bath and wore one of my nightgowns.

Before I got married to Gordon, I thought he would request that I sleep with him. I had gotten everything ready and was more than okay with giving up my virginity to him.

But he hasn't taken the initiative, and I'm grateful for that. Had we gone all the way, I would have died of guilt, for allowing his son to do whatever he wishes to me.

The moment my head fell on the bed, I dozed off, drained because of the fight I had earlier with the men from my pack.

I woke up somewhere around midnight when I heard a sound. I got up from the bed and walked towards the door, slowly opening it, to look out.

The light coming from Jayden's room caught my attention, at the same time, I heard a sound downstairs.

Goddess, help me.

How the hell was I able to hear the sound from my room?

There are times when my advanced hearing is a blessing, while there are times it's a curse. In this aspect, it's a damned curse!

Tired, I closed my door behind me and walked downstairs to check on the person. Gordon normally takes a midnight snack most of the night. At times, he's silent, but there are times when he's as noisy as hell. Those are the nights that I'm almost ready to bang his head on the wall.

I walked down the stairs, and made a beeline for the kitchen, expecting to see Gordon sipping warm milk with cookies, but was shocked to see Jayden.

He has his back to me, but I can tell he's eating his portion of dinner, which I left in the refrigerator.

“What are you doing here, whore?” He asked with his back still to me, shocking the hell out of me.

I can't tell how he got to know I was the one.

I folded my arms and raised an amused brow, “eating a whore's food. Are we?” I narrowed my eyes at him.

He slowly turned, and his eyes took in my nightgown before they darkened, “does your husband know you are down here trying to seduce his son? Didn't get enough of what happened in the afternoon, did you?”

My breath hitched in my throat at his words. I glanced down, shocked to notice that I didn't have a robe over my gown. I was so sleepy when I left the room that I forgot how sheer my nightgown was.

My nipples poked against the material of my gown, embarrassing me more than anything else.

I hastily covered my chest, blushing like a bride on her wedding night.

'Why are you embarrassed? He's out mate. Of course, he's supposed to see all of you!' Chels bellowed.

Shut the hell up!

He's my stepson. Moreover, he's too young to be my mate! What will others think when they hear that I got a young mate?

'Oh, spare me that. Why are you such a buzz kill? Can't you play along? He's our damned mate! Age doesn't matter. The goddess is never wrong when assigning mates to us.'

But we can't —

He rose from the barstool he was sitting on and stalked towards me. “You don't have to act innocent with me, Slut. I know why you are here. You want me so badly that you couldn't sleep. Want me to touch you? You've got to work for that.”

“It… It's not —”

He closed the distance between us and placed both hands on my shoulders, forcing me to get on my knees.

I tried to fight him, but Chels had to be such a whore! Not only did she not try to help me, but she made it impossible for me to fight him.

'He's our mate! Allow him to touch you!'

The stupid wolf was adamant.

Jayden forced me to my knees and leaned over me with his eyes shining with so much mirth in them.

“Since the first time I saw you when I strode in here, I had this desire to fuck your mouth, whore.” He rubbed his thumb on my bottom lips as a smile played on his lips. His eyes sparkled with so much mirth, it made me grit my teeth in anger, ready to fight him.

But I couldn't lift a limb because of Chels. She was fast enough to incapacitate me before I could do anything.

My mouth opened of its volition, and he slid his thumb into my mouth, stroking it, and playing with my bottom lips.

“What a slut you are, eager to please another man while your husband is upstairs —sleeping — unaware that the gold-digging slut he got married to is kneeling in the kitchen, ready to blow his son.” He chuckled, “I love it. I can't wait for the look of horror that will be on his face when he sees us. I bet he will run mad at the sight.”

“Stop!”

I tried to force him to let me go, but it was impossible. With a wolf ready to please her supposed mate, I can only watch in horror as things unfold in front of me.

“Why?” He chuckled. “Are you trying to act self-righteous with me? Why? Do you think it will wipe out the time you moaned while I finger-fucked you? The time you masturbated to the sight of me?”

“Please —”

I don't want things to go any deeper than they are now. I don't have a wish to betray Gordon. Even if we are not like all married couples, it would be considered bad for me to sleep with his son. I can't hurt him.

“I love it when you beg,” he leaned down and pecked my cheeks, licking the tears on them. “Seeing the tears in your eyes turns me on more than anything else has ever done.”

He released me, to allow him enough time to free his dick from the confines of his shorts. The long hard dick sprang out, with a bit of pre-cum on the tip, ready to have my mouth on him.

I unconsciously licked my lips, and the action wasn't lost on him.

He wrapped his hand in my hair and tugged it — hard. I cried out from the pain, but he only sneered at me.

“A slut will always be one. Despite being manhandled, you are still eager to please, licking your lips like a slut.”

'Snake your tongue out and lick him! I need to know how our mate tastes!' Chels yelled in my mind, trying to control my tongue.

Jayden brought his dick closer. He rubbed my lips with it before he slid it into my mouth, which was ready to take him in.

I gagged at how big he was.

He groaned as he buried his fingers in my hair and held my head in place as he moved his hips, and drove his thick length into my mouth.

“Fuck, your mouth feels just like that of a slut!” He groaned.

He slowly removed his dick from my mouth, only to slide them back, fast and hard, causing me to gag. I gasped, but that gave him enough time to slide in once more before he released his hold on my hair.

“Use your hands on me, slut. Pleasure me with your mouth. Show me how good you are that made Gordon willing to get married to you.” He slid his dick out of my mouth, and it glistened with my saliva.

“I will have you know that I'm not a slut,” I wiped the back of my palm on my lips which were aching because of how big his dick is.

“Oh, is that true? Tell me, then, why did you moan when I used my fingers on you, slut?” He looked amused, staring down at me like one would do the person he thinks is below him.

“My name is Chrysalis!”

“I don't want to call you what that man does. Slut it will be. Now, use your mouth on me before I call Gordon out here, to see what his lovely wife is doing behind his back. I bet he will be thrilled to see you on your damned knees,” He chuckled, looking pleased.

I balled my hands in a fist, ready to hit him, but Chels will have none of that. And if I'm honest with myself, I don't feel disgusted.

It thrilled me to be in this position with him. It could be because of the forbidden relationship, which will cost me more should we be caught.

I took a deep breath before I leaned towards him, ready to get the show on the road. This was what I deserved for not minding my business.

Had I stayed up there when I heard the sound, I doubt I will be kneeling in my kitchen, in a sheer gown, with my Stepson's dick in front of me, ready to have me take him into my mouth.

I took a deep, steady breath before I did what he asked. I ran my tongue down around the base of his engorged dick, while I squeezed his sac and ran my nails over his upper thighs.

His hips bucked, driving him deeper into my mouth, almost causing me to gag. I removed my mouth from his dick to gasp in some air before I resumed what I was doing.

I fisted my hand around the base of his cock, and squeezed. My hand milked his hard shaft, as I pleasured him.

“Fuck, you know the right way to please a man, slut. This must have been how you ensnared Gordon.” He panted under me as I continued to bob my head up and down his shaft, feeling like the slut he called me.

I pulled my head back, ran my tongue around the head, and felt the ridge around the crown. Then I plunged my mouth down over his length, using my teeth to scrape lightly over his cock. I could tell it nearly drove him wild.

I don't understand how I got to know what to do, to drive him crazy. I guess my body and mouth know exactly what to do.

He cupped my cheeks and lifted my head before I could give him the ultimate pleasure. His cock bucked wildly, impatient for its moment of ecstasy, as I put my mouth back on it.

I felt him shudder beneath my hands as he fought to regain control of the urge to cum. He closed his eyes, breathing heavily, allowing me to use my mouth on him.

“Fuck!” He groaned, bucking his hip so wide, it seemed like he was trying to rip my lips. I moaned into the kiss, eager to pleasure him.

I felt my pussy get wet. Against my better judgment, I was aroused by what was happening.

“Fuck!”

He climaxed unexpectedly, and I drank his salty cum as much as I could, while a few trickled down the side of my mouth.

He removed his dick from my mouth, panting as he stared down at me. “You are not too bad, slut. This holiday won't be as boring as I thought it would be.”

He tucked his dick into his shorts and left me kneeling on the floor, embarrassed by how aroused I was.

Goddess.

What the hell is wrong with me? Yet, I couldn't help it. I sat back on the floor, and widened my legs, slipping two fingers deep into my pussy.

Shivers racked through my spine when I rubbed my thumb on my clit, imagining his fingers in my pussy, driving me to ecstasy. It didn't take long for me to orgasm.

I placed my head on the wall, and stared around, embarrassed, but hungry for something else.

For the first, I felt the need to have a man's dick in my pussy. And not just any man's dick. I'm hungry for my Stepson. Eager to have him fuck me with that monstrous cock of his.