Once Rejected: A Slave To My Alpha Stepbrothers

Veil. It's Emma, mounting and riding... My eyes narrow further just so I can see the face of the man beneath her. The moment I do, my spine curdles. Rio. The pulse quickens in my veins as I feel myself floating, the shock reeling fast through me. I hold onto the wall for support as heavy drumbeats take residence in my heart. She's stark naked, the buttery light of the lantern on the nightstand casting a warm glow on her skin. Emma's hips move in rhythm, her pussy enveloping Rio's cock in a ballad of lust. The staccato beats of their sex bouncing into the hallway. I'm too shocked to move away. Too flustered to cut my gaze from them. Emma and Rio are an item? As if trying to clear my doubts, Emma moans aloud. "Yes, hubby. Goddess...hmmm," That's when it hits me square on the jaw: her husband is my stepbrother. For some reason, bitterness surges through me, and I taste bile in my mouth. Yes, I'm never on good terms with Rio, but seeing him married to the girl who was once my best friend makes my heart ache. Why did he choose her of all people? What's the story behind their union? Her naughty words drag my attention back to them. She's openly praising Rio's bed skills, telling him she'd trade anything and anyone to be the only woman he ever gets to touch. Rio doesn't speak. His face is blank, chest rising and falling rhythmically as he watches her bounce over him like a whore. He looks mentally distant, like he has something else bothering him. The only sign that he feels what she's doing to him is the small arcs his thumbs are drawing over her ass cheeks. My teeth grit watching them as something burns inside me. Why am I pained seeing this? Or rangles my lungs and drains what color that's left on my body. She tweaks his nipples, coaxing them until they become turgid. It makes Rio hiss, his eyes shutting briefly until Emma pulls her hands away. She bunches her long locks with both hands, hiking them up, her hips moving in a snake-like motion over Rio's dick. I see it, the swimmers dribbling from her cunt and drenching Rio's length. It stirs wet sounds in the air. Her moves become sloppy, the tautness of her body shows how much she's soaked in pleasure. When the dick mistakenly slips from her cunt, and I catch a glimpse of it, a gasp tears from my mouth. "Goddess!" I intend for it to be a whisper, but unfortunately, it's audible. Loud. My pulse halts, Rio's molten dark eyes swing to the door, momentarily catching mine, but I duck quickly. "Who's there?" Emma's voice resounds, gritty and coarse from the strain of her endless moans. The bed frame whirrs, and it tells me she's stood up. Oh, seven seas! I'm in trouble. Thoughts ping through my mind, and I look for the nearest hideout as her feet pad over the floor, the closer she advances to the door. I rush to the table a few feet away, the one crowned with beaded flower vases, and slip beneath it, yanking the hem of my skirt jutting out of my hideout into my thighs. "I heard someone's voice," Emma says to Rio. "I think someone was watching us, hubby." Rio's response comes, but it's faint; I barely heard it. "....but I didn't hear it. It could be your mind making it up." Emma sighs. "I guess so." There's a smile in her voice. "Don't mind me, let's continue where we stopped." She slams the door shut, and a giggle reverberates from the door before it morphs into a deep moan. I take a breather, clutching at my racing heart. Dr. Eliza's words rattle through me. Don't do anything that'll make my heartbeat spike, I recite, feeling it beating like the drums of hell. I'm going to have a hard time complying with her orders. I wet my parched throat and slip out from beneath the table. I scan the empty hallway, glad no one saw me watching them. Now that my position in the pack has deteriorated, I have to tread carefully. I saunter past their bedroom door, down to mine. I click the door shut and perch my back over it until I slide to the floor. So many things changed since my disappearance from the pack. I lost my mother. My best friends turned against me, with Emma married to Rio. What else happened that I'm yet to find out? I look through the window at the starry night, crickets chirping and breaking the quiet ambiance of my bedroom. Unbidden, I remember them, Emma fucking Rio. His blank face. His nonchalance. His...cock. Goodness me... I didn't see it up close, but it looks...beautiful and meaty. The lick of hunger down my spine makes my eyes widen. Wild thoughts and imagination spin through me. How does he taste? The way Emma was moaning... Goodness, Veil, get a fucking grip on your thoughts! This is Emma's husband you're thinking about! My rational mind howls, but that irrational side mocks it. He's Emma's husband, but he's my stepbrother. So, before Emma came into the picture, I was already in it. "Shit! I'm beginning to think like a hussy." I bite down on my lip, trying to distract myself. Dr. Eliza's suggestion comes to my mind– masturbation. Even though the lick of hunger I felt just moments ago is gone, I still want to give it a try. I part my thighs, wincing at the old marks on them, and slide my panties aside. I touch myself, and I'm not surprised to realize I'm dry. Totally. The touch alone hurts me. Before I can get a proper scissor on my clit with my fingers, the boulder of pain from earlier returns. A sharp cry tears from my lips. Fire blazes through me, snapping my breath. I pull my hand away, begging the goddess to take the pain away while I writhe on the floor. This isn't going to stop. This pain. I manage to waddle to the bed, and as I slump into it, I force myself to sleep. Maybe that'll push the pain away. Unfortunately, it doesn't. It follows me into the dreamland. __ It's better now. The worst of the pain has ebbed, and I try to sleep in more, only for the hummingbird's song on my window to wake me up. A hiss tears from the depth of my mouth. I hate mornings. That bitch always comes with a reminder of my unhealthy condition. "When do you plan to stop working against me?" I bitch to the morning sun, kissing my skin. Succumbing to my reality, I prop my eyes open, watching the ceiling beams. And I hear it, the snicking sound coming across the bed. Slowly, I spin my eyes there, and my blood runs cold. Sitting on the couch with his legs crossed while he rolls the hands of the broken alarm clock is... Rio. He's dressed in a pristine white shirt and black pants, looking stylish yet simple. The rolled sleeves of his shirt reveal his muscly arms. I swallow loudly, taking him in. He catches my gaze through his black sunglasses, and slowly, he peels them off his face. Dark hazel eyes pierce me, judging. I hope it's not what I'm thinking it is? "Is sleeping talking your forte? Or is it snooping on couples who are having sex that's your forte, stepsister?" He drawls, pinning his elbows on his knees to support his jaw as he narrows his eyes on me. Tbc.