“What?” I blurt out, blinking stupidly and tearing my eyes away from Damian’s junk, daring to look at his face.
Sure enough, he had a wide grin playing on his lips. His hands reached for the towel and thankfully, he tied it around his waist.
“I said, are you having fun over their sister?” He asked, stepping closer. “I understand if you've never seen something so beautiful in a lifetime. Are you totally blown away?”
Stupid, I thought, mentally slapping myself in the face. Fucking stupid.
I took a step back when he walked over to me, a mischievous glint in his eye. Heat rushed to my cheeks, and I rolled my eyes, attempting to play it cool.
“Please, Damian,” I retorted, trying to hide my embarrassment. “I've seen better. Get over yourself.”
He chuckled, drawing even closer, the heat radiating off him licked at my skin.
“You sure about that, Hannah? Your face is all red.”
“You’re imagining things,” I replied, my tone laced with mock indifference.
Damian raised an eyebrow, “Oh really?”
He took another step closer, and I retreated.
“Yes, Damian. Perhaps you are only seeing what your inflated Ego wants you to see. I'm sorry to disappoint you.”
“Interesting.”
I looked up at his face and his lips were curled in a playful grin.
He was just messing around with me. I would not let him get into my head. And I definitely would not think about his cock. I was better than that.
“Y-Your brothers are waiting for you downstairs,” I informed him, trying to regain my composure.
His eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Already?” he exclaimed. “Well then, I better not keep them waiting.”
“No, you should not. Goodbye,” I spoke in a rush, turning around to race out of the room.
“Bye Hannah. You are welcome to come stare at my dick whenever you want,” He yelled after me.
Idiot.
I didn't know him much, yet I was certain he would taunt me every chance he got.
I went straight to my room, giving myself a mental smack in the head as I threw myself on the bed. What the hell was wrong with me? Why had I stared at him like that?!
And worse, why was I reacting to him like that?
He's an asshole.
A few minutes later, I heard the rev of an engine, and I sighed in relief. At least they were leaving now. That was a fucking relief.
I hoped they stayed out all day. Peace and quiet sounded so fucking good at the moment.
After breakfast, I decided to take a break and explore the house. I needed some time to clear my head and gain a better sense of my new surroundings.
A few minutes walking through the corridor, I praised my mum for shagging a wealthy man.
His house was magnificent, and it was ridiculous that just four people lived there.
There had to be at least twenty rooms in his mansion. Each, bigger than my whole apartment in Chicago.
I kept walking, humming to a tune up in my head when a room caught my attention. Drawing closer, I saw it was a library. I stepped inside, greeted by the scent of old books and the soft glow of sunlight filtering through the windows.
Heaven!!
The room had towering bookshelves that seemed to reach the ceiling. Entranced, I walked to the shelf, running my fingers along the spines of the books in amazement.
Which one of them loved books?
Alex? Dean, Damian, or Damon?
Or were the books just for decoration?
None of the men looked like people who would spend time between the pages of a book.
Well, perhaps except Damon. He had a rather calm composure compared to his brothers.
I pulled out a random book.
Born in Fire by Nora Roberts. A romance novel didn't sound bad.
“Guess you will be keeping me company today, Nora.” I whispered, leaving the library with the book, and walked back to my room.
I was barely on the tenth page of the book when my phone buzzed on the nightstand. I glanced at the screen and saw that it was a call from my therapist.
A small smile tugged at my lips as I answered the call.
“Hi, Dr. P,” I greeted,
“Hello, Hannah,” she replied, her tone soothing. “You sound happy. I wanted to check in on you, see how you're doing.”
I appreciated her concern and honesty, and I took a moment to gather my thoughts. “I've been… navigating numerous emotions,” I admitted. “Been a rollercoaster, to say the least.”
“Change and healing often come with their fair share of ups and downs,” she said. “But remember, you're strong, and you have the resilience to face whatever comes your way.”
Her words were a comforting reminder. She always knew the right things to say, and I would never have come this far without her.
“Thank you,” I replied sincerely. “It's just – everything feels so overwhelming at times.”
“That's completely normal,” she reassured me. “Take things one step at a time. How are you feeling about being in the house with your stepbrothers?”
“It's a mix of emotions,” I confessed. “Although, it is going way easier than I thought. I do not have my usual attacks when I am with them or anything.”
“That is growth for You, Hannah. And your stepfather?”
I hesitated. “Well…it is still hard. We've barely met since we came here, but I am sure it will not be an easy one with him. He is nice, ... he seems nice. I just need to convince my brain to remember that whenever he is around.”
Dr. P sighed, “You are making lots of progress, Hannah, and I am proud of you.”
“It is all thanks to you,”
“Now, Remember, building relationships takes time, especially when there's a complex history involved,” she said. “Be patient with yourself and with them. Allow space for vulnerability and growth.”
I nodded, absorbing her words. “I'll try, Dr. P. I'll try.”
“How about your writing? Have you been able to find some solace in it?” she inquired.
I smiled, “Yes, writing has been a refuge for me. It has helped a lot to pour out these emotions. They can get crazy.”
“I'm glad to hear that,” she said. “Well, enjoy the rest of your stay here, and remember, if you ever need to talk, I'm here for you.”
“Thank you,” I said softly. “I'll keep that in mind, Dr. P.”
“Goodbye Hannah” She said and ended the call.
With a sigh, I got back to my book.
An hour or two later, I heard the door open. Panic surged through me and I rushed down the stairs to the living room to see Damian walking in with a red haired woman.
Who the hell was she?
Damian noticed me and turned, a smirk playing on his lips. “Well, well, if it isn't the curious step-sister,” he teased, his tone laced with amusement.
I raised an eyebrow. “Just making sure everything's alright. I was not expecting anyone home so soon.”
The woman by his side chuckled, exchanging a knowing look with Damian. “You must be Hannah,” she said, extending her hand. “I've heard many things about you. My name is Mindy”.
I raised my brow even as I shook her hand. What on earth was Damian saying about me?
“Nice to meet you, Mindy”
Damian's gaze lingered on me, a playful glint in his eyes. “Mindy and I were just on our way to my room.”
A memory of him and his brothers in that sex club the night before, drifted into my head and I cleared my throat awkwardly.
“Right,” I mumbled. “Well, I'll leave you two to it,”
“Leaving so soon?” Damian teased me when I made to leave. “Mind joining us? I am sure you enjoy…watching.”
What the fuck?
I turned around, shocked at his words,
“Go to Hell, Damian!” I retorted and stormed into the kitchen, angrily.
The nerve of him. I would get back at him later. Definitely.
Once his lady bimbo was gone and I had some lunch in my system.
Glancing around the kitchen and admiring it once again, I took out a left-over sup from the fridge and placed it in the microwave, humming.
The soup had barely heated up when I heard Footsteps on the stairs. I looked up to see Mindy making her way towards the exit.
Damian walked her to the door, their conversation hushed and accompanied by a few chuckles.
As Mindy stepped out and the door closed behind her, Damian turned to head back inside. He froze mid-step, his expression shifting from amusement to surprise as he met my gaze.
“Well, well, Damian,” I teased, unable to resist the opportunity. “That was quick. Two seconds, perhaps?”
His eyes widened for a split second before he burst into laughter. “Oh, come on, Hannah,” he retorted, “That is damn low honey.”
“Pardon me, I was just being curious. Was that a record? Two seconds?”
“I don’t like you, Hannah,” He responded, with an amused smile.
“Ditto,” I shot back, turning back to take the soup out of the microwave, “I just wonder how that girl must have felt… I thought Lycans were supposed to be, yunno, strong in bed. Guess I can’t say the same for you.
I was unaware of Damon's approach until his presence enveloped me. I turned around immediately and gasped when I almost stumbled into him,
He stood just a breath away, the surrounding air suddenly thickened as I looked into his eyes which were not playful anymore, but were now burning with desire.
“You know, if you are up for it, I can show you just how much us Lycans can be strong in bed,” He murmured, lifting his hand to my face
His fingers brushed against the curve of my cheek, sending shivers down my spine. I felt my breath catch, my lips parting slightly as he smirked.
“In fact, I think you want that,” His nostrils flared.
He was right. Definitely right. I could feel the wetness between my legs, and I cursed my treacherous body for reacting to him.
What is wrong with me?
Damian leaned in, his lips just a breath away from mine. “Hmmm, you smell so divine.”
And then, in the heartbeat before our lips would have met, memories flooded my mind and at that moment of slight panic, I pulled away, my hand moving with a swift and instinctive motion.
The sound of the slap echoed in the air and Damon's eyes widened in shock, his hand moving to cradle his cheek. And just like that, the tension that had been building between us disappeared.
“What the fuck, Hannah,” He grunted, still fazed
“I'm sorry,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “I… I… I didn’t mean to.”
What just happened?
You panicked Hannah, that’s what happened.
Damian’s gaze softened, “Hannah, I didn't mean…"
I shook my head, “It's not you,” I said. He was only teasing me after all, “But please just stay away from me
“Hannah…” I turn around and run upstairs to my room.
“We are tossed by the winds of fate. Once we end where they blow us, we make of ourselves that we will.”Smart man, Neill, but it isn't easy now, is it? I mused, turning over the page of the book I was reading, mentally applauding Nora Roberts for being such a great wordsmith.And I have to say that Margaret Mary was definitely my spirit animal.I remained in my room, lost in the book, when the distant sound of laughter and footsteps reached my ears. A groan slipped from my lips. Oh well, there goes peace and quiet. At least, It was good while it lasted. The echoes of their return grew louder, and I closed the book, getting up from my chair. Knowing the family I lived with, they were bound to disturb me very soon.And Truly, a soft knock came on my door just a few minutes later. I walked over and opened the door to see Damon standing there looking as ravishing as always. Dark hair, slightly tousled, fell over his eyes. He was dressed casually in a white tank top that clung to hi
TRIPLET DESIRES: 007Well, as far as party preparation goes, this one right here was going pretty well.Mum was busy barking out instructions to the boys, and they all obeyed her, hanging bulbs, flowers, and wires where they should be.It was very fascinating seeing how well she relates with her stepsons. And seeing that relationship made me a little jealous. Not that I wanted my mum to myself, but because I wanted to know what it would feel like to really be a part of them.But there is always the negative what ifs….What if I just get hurt again?Logically, I know that I should not judge everyone because of one person's actions.How long have they known each other?That is something I have not had the chance to ask her yet. Not that we have had any opportunity to really talk since I got here.“Hannah, honey? Hand those blue bulbs to Dean and take the red roses to the dinning, will you?”I nodded, and walked over to Dean – who has been interestingly avoiding me for hours now.He to
TRIPLET DESIRES: 008“Baby,” Mom muttered taking my hands, “What Nathaniel did to you, was unforgivable and my-” “It was not your fault, mum,” I interrupted, giving her hands a small squeeze. Her eyes glistened, and I knew she felt quite awful about it. “He had you fooled, mom. He had all of us fooled. And you were in love,” Mum scoffed and shook her head. “And very blind. I should have noticed the signs. But I was too focused on having a happy marriage and neglected you. I'll forever regret that, Hannah," I squeezed her hand again, trying not to think so much about the memories that threatened to come back. It was all in the past. All in the fucking past.“Mom, I'm fine, aren't I? It's okay. We can't go back to the past or change things-' “But it hurts to see you like this,” She cried, wrenching her hands away from me to cover her face. “You're always so guarded, so scared. Unwilling to let people in. You used to be the sunshine of our lives, and I hate to see how much of you ha
My scars….I gasped and scrambled to the other end of the bed, getting as far away from him as I could get.Dean got up on his knees, staring at me with a raised brow.My heart raced as I stared into his face, searching for a reaction, but I found none.However, the desire and lust I had seen in those eyes a few minutes ago were gone, and now there was nothing.Oh, God!!He must be so disgusted.“Hannah…”“No please,” I rushed out, “Please, don’t say anything, I am sorry, I got so carried away. Please leave.” “Hannah, you don’t have to…”‘Please leave” I whispered harshly, pulling the duvet up to my chest.Suddenly, I just felt bare and naked.“Just listen to me dammit!” he roared, “I do not fucking care if you….”A sharp knock at the door cut him off, and I gasped in shock.What if it is my mum?“Hannah?” It was Damon’s voice, “Your mother wants you downstairs. Dinner is ready,” I glanced at Dean, who was glaring daggers at the door, and cleared my throat.“I will be down there in
The light tap on my door was what woke me up the next day. I stirred on the bed, slowly opening my eyes to shield them from the sunlight which filtered through the curtains.Before I could full open my eyes, a soft voice came from the door, rousing me awake.“Hannah, sweetheart. It's me. Are you up yet?”Well, I am up now.Throwing the blanket from my body, I got down from the bed and stumbled towards the door, running my hand over my face.When I opened the door, my eyes widened when I saw my mum all dressed up and smiling widely.“Hey you,” She greeted, brushing past me into the room.“Hey mum.” I closed the door and followed her to the bed, where she sat down, still grinning and bouncing in obvious excitement.“You are all teeth this morning. What's happened?”“Did I wake you up?” I shrugged, “Yeah, but it's already day break anyway, so no Biggie. What's going on?” She chuckled then tapped the space beside her, “Sit down here. Don't you know what today is?”Today? I sat beside h
The whole sitting room was already filled up when I got downstairs. Different people, all dressed elegantly, scattered around the room, a few moving to the sound of the music that was blasting loudly through the speakers, while others were just gathered in different groups, speaking with glasses of wine in their hands.Everything looked perfectly okay and beautiful, just how mum wanted.Speaking of mum_ I thought, looking around, where are the host and the hostess of the party?But I could not see them find them, even after a few minutes of sweeping my eyes around the room.I turned towards the kitchen, suddenly craving a cup of milk, but before I could turn towards the door, I was blocked by a very broad chest in a blue shirt. “Hello beautiful,” A throaty voice called, and I dragged my eyes up to a very ruggedly handsome face and deep brown eyes, “I have not seen you around before. Mind if I get you a drink?”I took a step back_ not just because of the stench of alcohol in his brea
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SHOCK GLUED MY FEET TO THE GROUND. Not that I could move even if I wanted to. Strong arms were wrapped around me from both sides, holding me tight as their fangs pierced deeper into my skin.My heart raced wildly, and I suppressed the urge to moan out at the pleasure and also to scream at the horror of what was happening.My stepbrothers are my mates.A movement caught my attention, and I looked up to see Damian, still staring at us with an unreadable expression.I tried hard to focus on him, but In just a few seconds, my gaze grew blurry, and I had no choice but to close my eyes, basking in the shots of fire shooting through my body.Then, after what seemed like an eternity, I felt their fangs, leaving me skin and two tongues licking my wounds, making me shudder.Oh, Dear Goddess.Dean pressed his whole face to my neck, just licking and sucking at my neck, while my knees buckled in delight.Damon, on the other hand, was no better. His hold on me tightened, and his nose was on my neck