Falling For My Alpha Stepsister (GL)
Chapter 57: Organ Harvester

Chapter 57: Organ Harvester

Angel

This girl is really something else.

Can’t handle her liquor. Why drink, huh?

She couldn’t even walk two straight paces without her knees buckling under her, her head lolling against my shoulder the whole way down the wooden boardwalk.

I had to carry her to the nearest resort and lock her up in a room until sunrise.

I would deal with her in the morning. Moving around drunk on the beach...

So many predators were eyeing her.

Those useless, hungry Alphas hanging around the bar tents had been tracking her every move, waiting for her to stumble into a dark corner so they could pounce.

The thought of any of them putting a single hand on her made a dark, hot rage twist inside my stomach.

I unlocked the door to the resort room, carried her inside, and dropped her on the bed.

She landed with a soft bounce against the white duvet, her legs tangled in the sheets.

"You can rest and sleep here... no need to come out. The party is over for you," I said, pointing my finger at her like she was some little kid.

She sat up, looking at me with her red, puffy face.

She rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand, her cheeks burning bright red from all the shots she had slammed back at the bar. Too red, and with the glasses on, she looked like one of those anime characters.

"Are you going to leave me alone in this room?" she asked.

Her voice came out thick, raspy, and completely slurred, her emerald eyes blinking up at me through her crooked frames.

"Of course I’m leaving you. I have other important things to do." I scoffed, turning on my heel toward the door.

"You said don’t leave my side... and you did. Kissing those whores."

I stopped right in my tracks, my eyebrows pulling together as I turned back to face her.

"How is it your fucking business who I kiss?"

"It is my business... you took my virginity, and now you are trying to take my organs... You don’t know it hurts seeing you look at other girls with the same eyes you look at me."

What is she mumbling about?

I stared at her, completely stunned by the nonsense spilling out of her mouth. She was slumped on the edge of the mattress, her lips pouting, her hands clutching at her crop top like she was in physical pain.

She is drunk and saying nonsense.

"Do I look like an organ harvester to you? I don’t want your fucking organs."

"You don’t want them?"

She stood up from the bed and walked toward me, pointing at my stomach.

She swayed on her feet, taking uneven steps until she was standing right in my personal space, her finger pressing firmly against my abs.

"I used to breathe properly, but now I can’t breathe when I think about you. My lungs don’t work properly when you are near me."

She poked my skin again, her breathing heavy, ragged, and carrying the strong smell of alcohol.

Then she pointed at my chest.

She moved her hand up, resting her palm flat right over my heart, her fingers trembling against my skin.

"My heart was perfectly fine before you made it beat in a way I don’t understand. Then my brain became occupied only by your stupid dimpled face. You, Angel, are an organ harvester, tearing my skin open and invading them."

"You are saying meaningless things right now. Go to sleep," I demanded.

My jaw tightened, my own pulse jumping under her palm, but I forced my voice to stay cold, sharp, and commanding.

Then she leaned in and kissed me.

She grabbed my collar, pulling my face down to hers. Her lips pressed messily against mine, desperate, clumsy, and totally unchecked.

I could taste the tequila and margarita on her lips, even lemon..

The sharp burn of alcohol mixed with the sweet taste of her mouth, sending an instant shot of heat straight down to my groin. It was tempting.

It was something I wouldn’t mind doing, wrecking her body all night long until those unclear eyes of hers became so clear that she wouldn’t even need her glasses anymore.

My hands moved on their own, coming up to grab her waist, pulling her flush against my chest as I deepened the kiss, taking complete control of her mouth.

She pulled away, her lips barely inches from mine.

Her breath came out in short, hot gasps against my chin, her glossy eyes searching my face.

"Is my kiss not enough for you? You say you love my body... Is my body not enough for you?"

Drunk people say anything that pops into their heads.

What is she talking about?

I tilted my head, looking down at her flushed, breathless face.

"April, if you don’t want me to tie you to the bed and force you to sleep, then just be a good girl and go to bed."

"I don’t want to be a good girl... I want to be a bad girl for you. I want you to eat me until you get full enough not to eat anyone else. Eat me... you love my pussy, right? You are addicted to it."

I raised an eyebrow, a dark, wicked smirk spreading across my face as I listened to her shameless demands.

"I thought you said you needed to heal from last night."

"I am still sore from last night, but you’re not. You still have the energy to fuck other girls. Since the only organ I can harvest from you is your dick, why don’t you put it to use?"

I didn’t understand a bit of what she was saying, but inviting my dick into her precious little hole was something I would always accept.

If she wanted to act like a slutty, needy pet right now, I was more than happy to break her until she couldn’t speak anymore.

"Since you crave my dick, I shall give it to you."

I grabbed her under her thighs, lifting her straight off her feet, and slammed her back against the wall next to the door. I continuation kissing her, pressing her back against the wall, giving her a deep kiss. My hand reached between her thighs, sliding under the thin fabric of her bikini bottoms to feel how wet she was for me.

I forced her mouth open with mine, my tongue plunging deep inside to devour her completely.

Then a warm gush came out of her mouth and into mine.

Fuck...

My eyes flew wide open in absolute horror as a thick, hot wave hit the back of my throat.

This girl just puked into my mouth.