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  I felt him grin on my clit as he sucked it between his teeth. I felt his thumb press deeper into me, filling me in ways I’d never experienced before. My pussy released on his face, drenching his cheeks with my juices as I moaned with my orgasm.

  “That’s it. Come for me, beautiful. Give me all you’ve got.”

  His words lit a fire in my gut. He pulled away from my body as he kissed wet trails down my thighs, painting me with my arousal as I gasped for air. He slowly pulled his thumb from my asshole as a whimper escaped my lips.

  I felt cold and exposed without his body cloaking mine.

  His hands grasped my waist and helped me slide to the floor. He gripped tightly onto me and slowly got up from the floor, but then he stumbled backward.

  “Pussy got ya twisted up, doesn’t it?” I asked with a grin.

  I helped him to his feet, my arousal dripping down my leg. His gaze was heated as he took my hand, then led me to his bedroom. He settled me onto the bed.

  But when I went to go take his shirt off, he caught my hands.

  “Lay on your stomach,” he said.

  “Let me give you a little something first,” I said.

  “Lay. On your stomach,” he said.

  His words were harsh. Not laced with the kind of lust I expected them to be. I stood to my feet, getting myself out of the corner he had backed me into. I furrowed my brows together as I raked my eyes up and down his body, trying to figure out why he was hiding from me.

  Then, I saw it.

  His shirt was lifted slightly up on his body, and I could see long snaking scars along his torso. I thought back to bar as he kept unconsciously tugging at his right sleeve. How he just undid his zipper. My eyes made their way back up to him as I walked towards him.

  I pressed my hands into his chest and settled him onto the bed. I forced him to lay back as his jaw clenched with frustration, his eyes staring heatedly at the ceiling. I took my time undressing him. Pulling his cock from his boxers as I slid everything down his legs.

  I slipped his clothes off his body, my eyes studying his scars covering the whole right side of his body.

  I ran my hand along his thigh as his gaze stayed hooked to the ceiling. I fingered the rigged scars that trailed down his body. I wondered what had happened to him. What terrible thing he had endured that caused him this much scaring. My fingertips danced along his torso as this man laid there, waiting for me to reject him like so many women probably had.

  But that shit wasn’t happening tonight.

  He was too good, and too perfect, and too fucking sexy for any of that shit.

  I placed a kiss on his thigh right on top of his scars, and I felt him jump. My eyes fluttered up to his as he snapped his gaze down, watching as I kissed up his right side. I could see the shock rolling across his eyes as I spread his legs, making way for my body as I crawled between them. I made my way to his trembling cock, the head of it purple and angry as it leaked for me. Thick beads of pre-come were already tumbling down it, and I couldn’t wait to get my lips around that succulent treat. I held his gaze as I licked his throbbing vein, watching as he swallowed deeply.

  “What’s your name?” I asked with a grin.

  He chuckled and shook his head as a beautiful smile crossed his cheeks.

  “Grant,” he said. “My name is Grant.”

  “If you don’t remember mine, it’s Violet,” I said.

  “Violet…”

  “Mhm,” I hummed. “Violet.”

  I wrapped my lips around his thick cock, feeling it jump with shock as I eased it towards the back of my throat. Grant’s head fell to the pillow as I studied him, taking in all of his chiseled muscles. I could feel his pre-come dripping down my throat as I hollowed out my cheeks. His hand crept into my hair, pulling on me and setting a rhythm that had his hips shaking. My hands gripped at his muscles. Threaded around his thighs and pulled him even closer to me. His hips rolled, and his grip got tighter.

  I could feel his cock growing thicker against my teeth.

  I slurped and sucked and took him back as far as I could. I gagged a bit as my eyes watered, his gaze locking onto mine. I wanted to make him come. I wanted to taste him like he had tasted me. I was so fucking attracted to this man and the way his chest glistened with sweat.

  But more than that, I was comfortable with him.

  More comfortable than I had been with any other man.

  He almost seemed… familiar. Even though I knew that was fucking crazy.

  “Shit. Violet. Fuck, that mouth. Mmph. I’m gonna come down that throat of yours. You gonna swallow it for me?”

  “Mhm,” I said as I nodded. “Mhm.”

  “Do that again.”

  “Mhm.”

  “Again.”

  “Mhmmm.”

  “Again,” he said breathlessly.

  “Mmmmhmmmm.”

  I felt his cock throbbing as I took him all the way back. I hollowed out my cheeks and pressed my tongue down the length of his massive cock. His legs were shaking, and his hips stilled as he thrust into my face, pouring down my throat and into my stomach. Pump after pump of hot come filled my body as I looked up at him, his eyes screwed shut with pleasure as his lips puckered silently.

  He was a vision, and I could only hope he didn’t kick me out.

  I felt him fall on the bed, his cock popping from between my lips. Spit dripped down my cheek as I heaved for air, my lips falling to his skin. I kissed up his body, feeling his muscles jump with every kiss I planted on his body.

  Then, he did what I was hoping he would do.

  He patted the bed next to him and held out his arm.

  I cradled into him and allowed his heat to overcome me. His hand slipped underneath my shirt, making their way to my bra. He unsnapped it with only one hand, and it pulled a giggle from my lips. I sat up just enough to slip the rest of my clothes from my body, then rested my head on his chest.

  His fingers ran through my hair, and the feeling was intoxicating.

  Soothing.

  Relaxing.

  “You can stay, if you’d like,” Grant said.

  “You don’t have a choice. I’m exhausted,” I said.

  “You got anyone you should notify? Like your parents?” he asked.

  “Nah. They don’t always expect me home. And my brother’s never around anyway, so there’s no point there.”

  “Sounds like a shit brother.”

  “Eh. Ford’s a good guy. Just keeps his lives very separated.”

  “Ford?” he asked.

  “Yeah. Ford.”

  “Huh. Interesting name,” he said.

  “If it sounds familiar, don’t let it deter you. Sounds intimidating, but he’s a softie at heart. Sometimes.”

  “Uh huh.”

  “Don’t worry. I’m not the ‘bring a guy home’ type of girl,” I said with a giggle. “No need to worry about any of that shit.”

  “Not worried about it at all,” he said.

  “Good. Because it’s not happening.”

  I snuggled into him and felt his arm tighten around my body. I allowed my eyes to flutter closed as he continued to play with my hair. It had been a long time since I’d stayed the night with a man, and I was going to soak up every moment of it I could.

  Because once the morning came and I had to leave, it was back to reality.

  Back to applying for jobs, paying bills, and trying to catch my brother long enough to say hello.

  Chapter 7

  Grant

  Oh. Holy. Shit. I knew she looked familiar. I knew her eyes were reminiscent of something. This was Ford’s younger sister.

  I had just fucked the Alpha’s younger sister.

  I had only met her a couple of times over the years. He always wanted to keep her out of clan business. Back when I met her, Violet was spindly. All legs and arms, with dyed blond hair that was cut off at her ears. She was grungy and smug. Had an attitude that flared every time her parents tried to tell her to do something. She co
uld spit and hit and climb trees and run better than any of the guys I’d paired up within the military.

  Ford and I always joked about how she should’ve been born a guy.

  She was totally different now. Her lanky body had filled out with curves that could entice the strongest man into bed. Her hair was now wild and red, and it cascaded down her shoulders. Instead of the heavy black eyeliner and the glittering lip gloss, her makeup boasted of a more tasteful appearance. Accenting the best parts of her she had grown into over the years.

  She looked completely different from when I had met her.

  And now, I was cradling her naked curves close to my body.

  Did she know who I was? Did she recognize me at all? If she did, she didn’t let on to the fact that she knew who I was. But then again, I looked different as well. I had put on seventy pounds of muscle, and my hair was shorter. Back in those days, I was just as lanky, and my hair was long. Poured over my ears and curled up at the ends. Plus, I was now covered in scars, thanks to the fucking deployment that sent me home.

  I felt Violet’s breathing evening out next to me as my fingertips stroked her hair. I didn’t want Ford to be pissed that I’d just fucked his sister. But in my defense, she looked nothing like how she used to. I didn’t want this to affect my relationship with Ford or my chance at becoming his Beta, but as I laid there beside her and felt her curl around me, I felt how much I wanted her.

  She was comforting. And warm. And inviting in a way, no other woman had ever been.

  I wanted her again. And again, and again. As many times as she would let me have her before I had to pretend like she didn’t exist.

  I slept with her at my side all night. If I moved, she moved with me. If I rolled, she shifted against my body. It was like the gravitated towards me, and I woke up with a smile on my face. The sun was streaming through the window, and I could feel her naked pussy against my back as her leg flexed around my hips. Her body was slung over me. Like it was magnetized to me.

  And I soaked up every second of it.

  I laid there, taking in the feel of her until she began to stir. She pulled herself from me and made her way to the bathroom, her thick hips sashaying for my viewing pleasure as she kicked the door closed behind her. She still had that bright spirit. That sharp tongue and that natural wit. I stretched and groaned, feeling my body pop like an old man before I reached for my boxers.

  When she emerged, she was dressed. I was pulling a shirt over my head as she looked at me, her eyes traveling my form as she leaned against the doorframe. I strode over to her and took her in my arms, pulling her in for a kiss as I pinned her against my body.

  “I wish I could go for around two, but I’ve got stuff to do today,” Violet said.

  “Ah, that fucking stuff. Always getting in the way of a good time,” I said.

  “You could call me though. If you ever wanted another one,” she said.

  “I think I could get behind that.”

  “Got your phone?”

  I rummaged around in my room and found it. She typed in her name and added a heart emoji to it. I slid my arm around her and drew her into me one last time, our lips connecting as our tongues danced. The kiss was slow. Sensuous. It shivered her body, and it raised the hairs on the back of my neck. Violet was electrifying. She had sunk her greedy little talons into me and was refusing to let go. She sucked my bottom lip between her teeth, and I groaned, giving myself over to her as we stumbled back into the wall.

  “We really shouldn’t,” Violet said. “I really need to go.”

  “Then stop sucking on my body and get going. Otherwise, I’ll have you sucking on something else.”

  She winked at me as she slid by, leaving me panting and wanting more. My cock ached as I escorted her downstairs, and part of me was still screaming to slam her against the door. To rip her pants down, take my cock out, and slide it right between her luscious legs.

  But I settled for a peck on the cheek before I watched her get into her car.

  As if life was orchestrating my own downfall, my phone rang out as Violet pulled away. It was Ford calling me, and my blood ran cold as I picked up the call.

  “What’s up?” I asked.

  “The guys told me that piece of ass must’ve been good for you to get thrown out of the bar,” Ford said.

  “You could say that,” I said.

  I had to bite back my groan as Ford chuckled into the phone.

  “Hey, so I wanted to talk to you about something,” Ford said. “You free to come by the lodge today?”

  “Yeah man, I can be there in like a half hour if you want.”

  “That works,” Ford said. “I’ll see you then.”

  I ended the call and let my body fall back into my bed.

  Why the fuck did she have to be Ford’s little sister?

  Chapter 8

  Violet

  I got back home and caught my mother just as she was leaving the house. She gave me a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek before she ran to her car. She was always late for her morning shifts. No matter how many alarms she set and no matter how many times her boss cussed her out for it, she could never get in there on time. My mother had held her second-shift job down for almost twenty years. But her first-shift jobs? Switched usually every couple of years.

  “Gotta run, sweetie. I love you! I’ll be home for dinner!” my mom said.

  “Want me to cook?” I asked.

  “That sounds good, honey. Whatever you want!”

  I watched my mother race out of the driveway before I shook my head and started for the inside of their home.

  “Dad?” I asked. “You here?”

  “Dad left about an hour ago,” Ford said.

  “Ford!”

  I ran down the hallway and launched myself into my brother’s arms. He smiled and hugged me close, and I drew in a deep breath. He smelled like leather and sweat, a smell I had associated with him for years. I could feel him smiling into my neck as I released him, dropping to my feet.

  “Where the hell have you been?” I asked.

  “Around,” Ford said. “I actually came in last night though. Where the hell were you?”

  I knew better than to mention anything about guys around my brother. Even though he was mostly absent, he was protective to his core. He’d drag who it was out of me, and he’d find some reason to go beat his ass.

  “Went out for some food since no one was around for dinner. Got a few drinks, didn’t think I could get home safely, so I crashed in a motel.”

  “Why the hell didn’t you call me, Violet? I would’ve come and gotten you,” Ford said.

  “When the fuck have you ever picked up the phone for me? I haven’t seen you since my graduation, and before that, it had almost been a year. I’m glad you wanna help and all, but you’re not the billboard poster child for ‘reliable.’”

  “Shit, Violet. You’re my sister. If you need help, I’ll be there to help.”

  “I was fine last night. I slept it off, paid my tab, and now I’m here.”

  “Well call me next time. Okay? I was worried about you.”

  “Then why didn’t you call to check on me?” I asked.

  “Because you’re a grown ass woman who can take care of herself. Doesn’t mean I don’t get to worry about you, though,” he said.

  “I’ll give that argument to you this time. But you won’t win every one of them that easily.”

  “Don’t I fucking know it. You got any plans for the day?” he asked.

  “I’ll let that quip slide. And not really. Just putting in more job applications and paying a couple of bills. Why?”

  “You finally strong-arm Mom and Dad into accepting help?” he asked.

  “I think I finally got through to them, yeah. They aren’t happy about it, but I showed them I could get around things if I needed to.”

  “I don’t doubt that one bit. When you want something, you go after it. How did you manage to do it this time?”

  “I
went down to the bank when I got back into town and schmoozed my way into their bank account. Told the account manager that I wanted to pay something off as an early birthday present for Dad. I paid off the house.”

  “Holy fuck, sis. Are you serious? The entire thing?” he asked. “You got the money to do that?”

  “See, now if you were around to talk with, you would’ve known this,” I said with a grin.

  “I knew you were working at that bar, but enough to pay off their house? What did they have left on it? Sixty grand?”

  “Not even close. It was only ten grand.”

  “Still. That’s some serious fucking money.”

  “And if we talked more, or if you ever came to visit. Or hell, if you even picked up the phone when I did call, you’d know all this shit,” I said.

  “I got it, I got it. Enough with the guilt trip.”

  “Oh, you think you can finish me up? That’s funny. I thought you knew who you were talking to.”

  “I’ve missed you, too. Things have been busy with the clan.”

  “Like always. How are they, by the way? Not that I’ve seen them in, oh… five years? Six years?”

  “Something like that, but I keep you away from all of that for a reason. Things with the coyotes are bad, and it could get you into trouble,” he said.

  “But fuck forbid you get into trouble,” I said.

  “Violet, come on. You’re graduated. You’ve got your own life. I thought you’d be done trying to run around with mine,” he said.

  “I didn’t want your life, Ford. I just wanted to be a part of it. I’m your sister, and all you did was shut me out. The moment I got close with the guys, you put a stop to all of it. You know how that came off as a teenager? That my own damn brother didn’t want me around.”

  “You know that’s now how I meant it,” he said.

  “Doesn’t matter how you meant it. What matters is how it came off and how I felt about it afterward.”