Falling For My Alpha Stepsister (GL)
Chapter 17: Craving For Something Else* (Slightly)

Chapter 17: Craving For Something Else* (Slightly)

And so we were busy eating dinner together.

Angel served my plate, then waited for me to taste the food.

When I tasted it, I couldn’t help but smile.

Why am I smiling at her..?

"So, you like it, huh?" she muttered.

Her husky voice dropped into a low, amused purr that vibrated faintly through the quiet room, her lips twisting up into a knowing smirk as she watched my expression soften.

My face couldn’t stop blushing as I nodded.

And she was still beside me.

Her massive Alpha presence felt completely overwhelming in the quiet room, the thick scent of cedarwood and warm skin drifting over my side of the table like a physical weight.

"Do you want me to serve you too?"

I said, adjusting my glasses.

She leaned toward my ear.

The sudden movement was entirely silent, her tall frame shifting closer in a fraction of a second until her wine-colored bangs practically brushed against my temple.

Oh God, I could feel her hot breath on me.

"I’d love to be served..." she whispered.

The low words rolled out like a dark confession, her voice carrying a heavy, thick tone that made my heart do a sudden, frantic bounce against my ribs.

"Okay," I said feeling confused by her behavior...

Then I stood up. I wanted to grab a plate to help serve her the mac and cheese.

Her tall, powerful frame cut right through my path, her broad shoulders moving into my personal space with an effortless speed that left me completely trapped in place.

She was right in front of me.

I could see the dark, twisting lines of the tattoos climbing up her throat, the heat radiating off her chest hitting my face like a physical wall as she stood towering over my shorter body.

Her crimson eyes were totally different from earlier.

The teasing, arrogant look was entirely gone, replaced by a deep, dangerous hunger that locked onto my pupils with an unyielding, suffocating weight.

I took a step back, only to be stopped by the dining table.

The hard edge of the table dug sharply into the back of my thighs, cutting off my only escape route and leaving me pinned beneath her heavy shadow.

I could feel the fabric of her t-shirt brushing against the front of my nightwear with every shallow breath I took, my pulse hammering frantically against my throat.

"You wanted to eat the mac and cheese, which happens to be your favorite... but I want to eat something else, my favorite food... will you serve it to me?" Her toxic voice was so tempting that I felt sweat forming on my forehead.

"What... do you want to eat?"

I swallowed hard, my fingers clutching the edge of the table behind me...

"Come on, April. You know what I want to eat. I have been telling you since... and tonight I am fucking craving for it."

She stepped even closer, her fingers coming up to rest on the table right beside my hips, trapping me inside the tight circle of her arms.

"What do you crave?" I muttered, swallowing hard.

My chest rose and fell in short, ragged gasps, the dominant force of her presence filling my lungs until I couldn’t see anything except her sharp jawline and wine-colored hair.

Before I knew it, Angel lifted me onto the table, gripping my waist with an effortless, terrifying strength, hoisting my body upward until I was sitting flat on the dining, the plates clattering slightly against the movement.

Her eyes scanned my body slowly, sending hot chills through me, and no matter how hard I tried, I was drawn to them.

Then her hands were on my lap, warm and heavy against my skin, her fingers sliding slightly upward over the fabric of my nightgown with a slow, deliberate touch.

"I crave your body, April Morningstar... I want to know how you taste. I want to eat you as my dinner tonight," she said.

The words were spoken right against my lips, her breath mingling with mine in the small space left between our faces.

It was a venomous whisper.

The low tone carried a heavy, intoxicating power that seemed to seep straight into my skin, short-circuiting my ability to fight back against her weight.

It didn’t just bite me, it made me feel paralyzed.

I just couldn’t move, no matter how hard I tried.

My brain was screaming at me to push her away, to slide off the table and run straight up the staircase to the safety of my locked bedroom.

"The game is still on, Angel... you have to do everything in the book before..."

"Shhhh..."

Angel placed her finger on my mouth, stopping my protest.

"Come on, babygirl... I am an Alpha, and I have needs. Just let me inside you, and then the game will be all over," she hissed.

Her voice dropped into a dark, demanding register that made my lower stomach tighten into a hard, aching knot, her face sliding down toward my throat.

"But I want to win... you have to fall in love with me first, so I can prove my point," I said.

"It’s just a one-time thing. If I end up falling in love with you, babygirl... tsk, tsk, tsk... then I will crave this angelic body of yours. You will be the only thing that I will eat every night.."

What is happening?

A sudden confusion swirled through my mind, my thoughts fracturing into a million scattered pieces under the intense weight of her physical touch.

Why can’t I move, and why am I not getting irritated by her words?

Something is not right here...

Angel slowly traced her fingers around my body, like she was drawing a map.

Her palms slid up from my knees, moving over the outer curve of my hips and pressing inward against my waist with a slow, heavy pressure that made my breath hitch.

And surprisingly, my Omega body was reacting to just her touch.

A deep, liquid warmth began to pool between my thighs, a sudden surge of ancient, instinctual desire breaking through my defenses before I could stop it.

I was fucking trembling despite not wanting to.

My knees shook against her hips, the table vibrating beneath my weight as the sheer intensity of the reaction took over my limbs.

My own body was betraying its own master.

It was completely ignoring my internal commands, refusing to pull away or fight back against the woman who had spent years pushing me around.

It was responding to a complete stranger.

I couldn’t help but let out a small moan.

The soft, embarrassing sound slipped past my lips before I could cover my mouth, echoing loudly in the quiet space of the grand dining room.

"See? Even you crave my touch. I know you want me. You fantasize about me inside you."

"I don’t..."

"Don’t lie, April... your body tells it all. You have been dreaming of me every single night."

"Never... I would never..."

I gritted my teeth, trying to force the stubborn rejection out past my throat, but the physical sensation was becoming too intense to control.

A silent moan escaped me the moment I felt her wet tongue on my neck.

The hot, damp contact sent a violent shudder straight through my core, my fingers clutching the fabric of her t-shirt as my head fell all the way back.

Fuck... When did she get here?

She parted my thighs and pulled me closer to her.

Her hands moved to the inside of my knees, gently but firmly pushing them wider apart on the smooth table, exposing me completely to her gaze.

"Tonight, I will eat a proper meal. If you are delicious... I don’t mind eating you for the rest of my entire life..."

Her husky voice hissed right into the hollow of my collarbone, her teeth grazing the sensitive skin just enough to leave a small, stinging mark.

"This is wrong, Angel... this isn’t right... you are my stepsister," I moaned.

I felt her hands underneath my gown.

She was reaching for my panties.

"The sweetest thing in this world... is the forbidden fruit."

Huh?

God, I want to push her away.

I want to slap her and bring her back to her senses.

But I have to be in my right mind to do that.

The sheer physical pleasure radiating through my body was washing away all my logic, melting my strength until my arms fell uselessly to my sides.

The heavy, sweet scent of her Alpha pheromones had completely clouded my judgment, locking me into a pure state of instinctual need that I couldn’t fight.

Right now, I can’t think of anything else except wanting Angel Morningstar inside me.

I want to feel her fingers inside me.

My hips shifted forward against the flat surface, an automatic, desperate movement to close the final inch of distance between us as her hand pressed against my center.

Why do I want her to taste me.

I let out a ragged, broken breath against her shoulder, my eyes closing tightly behind my glasses as the thin fabric of my underwear was pulled down.

"Fuck... babygirl, look at how fucking wet you are... I haven’t even started, and you are already this wet..."

Her husky voice filled with a sudden, dark pride as her fingertips brushed against the slick moisture coating my skin, her thumb smoothing over the sensitive core.

She was going to do it.

I was going to feel those fingers inside me.

My breath hitched in my chest, my legs tightening around her waist as the pressure built up to a tight, unbearable point inside my stomach.

"April Morningstar... April Morningstar..."