I bent down, pressing a kiss to the side of her neck, letting my nose drag over her skin to breathe her in, and my cock twitched harder inside her. I groaned, my hand sliding to grip her thigh, keeping her leg hooked over mine in the open-leg spooning position so I could thrust deeper. Her nails dug into my shoulder, her body tense, and she let out a shaky sound that was somewhere between telling me to stop and begging ine not to.
My thrusts grew sharper, harder, as if my body was trying to memorize every inch of her. Her eyes fluttered shut, her lip caught between her teeth, and she tried to muffle her moans against my neck but I could still feel every breath of them.
“God… you feel so good,” I groaned, my free hand sliding between her legs. I spot into my palm and rubbed her clit hard, my fingers moving in quick circles while I kept thrusting into her. She gasped, her hips twitching against mine, her hand gripping my wrist as if she didn’t know whether to push me away or keep me there.
“R-yan…” she whimpered, her voice cracking.
Her walls tightened ground me, her legs trembling, and I felt that rush of heat coil in my stomach. She was a moaning mess now, her head falling back, and I had to cover her mouth with my hand to keep her quiet because if Dad or Mom heard her like this, it would make everything even worse.
“Shhh,” I breathed against her ear, my other hand still working her clit, my thrusts relentless. She was clinging to me, her leg still tangled with mine, her body jerking every time I pushed deeper.
I was so close now. So fucking close.
Her muffled cries vibrated against my palm, and the sound nearly undid me. I let my forehead rest against hers, our breaths mingling, my whole body tensing, my grip on her thigh tightening as my orgasm ripped through me. I groaned low in my throat, the sound heavy and rough, and pulled out at the last second, spilling all over her body. My chest heaved as I cought my breath, my eyes still locked on her flushed, shaken face.
I leaned down and kissed her hard, my tongue sliding into her mouth in a deep, messy kiss. “You’re fucking perfect,” I muttered against her lips, my voice still row. “Sweet… addictive… mine.”
But then she blinked, her eyes widening again as the reality seemed to slam back into her. “Oh no… Ryon….” she said, covering her face with both hands. “What have we done?”
I didn’t answer. There was no point. She was acting as if stopping ten minutes ago would’ve magically made things better, but the truth was, nothing could undo what our parents saw. And I wasn’t going to sit here and pretend I regretted being inside her.
She scrambled to get up, but winced and hissed at the soreness between her legs. “Damn it…” she muttered.
“Stop,” I said, scooping her up into my arms before she could hurt herself. “I’ll take you to the bathroom.
“I can walk”I said stop,” I cut her off, carrying her in anyway.
In the bathroom, I set her down carefully, reaching for a hand shower, but she shoved at my chest. “Go. Just go. I can clean myself.”
I frowned, watching the way her hands were shaking as she reacfied for the faucet. “Anna-
“Ryan,” she snapped, her voice breaking halfway through. “I don’t know why you’re so calm about this, but do you even realize what just happened? Dad and Mom caught us having sex! And now you’re acting like you want to have a bath with me?!”
I tilted my head, letting my lips curl into the kind of smirk I knew was making her flush. “Keep arguing, and I’ll bend you over this sink right now and make it worse.Her mouth fell open, shock flashing in her eyes, but the threat worked, she stopped talking, her cheeks flushing even darker. I could tell she was rattled, and honestly, the fact that she still looked so gorgeous when she was mad almost mode me forget the situation.
We ended up showering together anyway. Or, at least, being in the same space. I had to use every ounce of willpower I had not to take her again right there, with the water running over her skin. By the time we stepped out , the air between us was thick with everything we weren’t saying.
I dressed quickly, pulling my pants back on, but when I reached for my shirt, I realized it was torn from earlier. With a small sigh, I left her bathroom and headed to my own room to grab something else.When I came back out, I sow her standing in the hallway, fully dressed now but looking pale. She was biting her nails, something I noticed she only did when she was truly nervous, and her body was stiff as if she was bracing for import.
I walked up to her, reaching for her hand, but she flinched away slightly. Not enough for me to back off, but enough for me to notice.
“Come on,” I said, taking her hand even though she tried to pull it back, my grip firm because I wasn’t giving her the choice to hide. “Let’s go explain ourselves.” I held on tight, giving her fingers a quick, reassuring squeeze while leading her toward the living room, my chest feeling like it was about to burst from how hard my heart was pounding.
ANNA’S POV
When we walked into the living room, Mom and Dad were already seated, their voices low but sharp, whispering fiercely, Dad’s hand on her arm like he was trying to calm her, but she was stiff all over, her chest heaving. My stomach felt like it was folding in on itself.
“Mom… Dad…” Ryan began, his voice steady while my own body was trembling so badly I thought they’d see it from across the room. I stayed behind him, wanting to hide but knowing there was nowhere to hide.
When they looked up, the disappointment on their faces hit me so hard I almost couldn’t breathe.
“You both, what was that up there?” Dad’s voice was calm but deadly, like a warning before a storm.
I couldn’t even swallow, let alone speak.
“Ryan, “Mom’s voice cracked as she leaned forward, her eyes wide with fury and hurt. “I left your sister in your care. To protect her. To watch over her while she’s here schooling. I trusted you with her! And it hasn’t even been a week-A WEEK- and you’re already sleeping with her?!” Her voice rose so loud it felt like it shook the room.
“She’s your sister, Ryan! You were supposed to take care of her, not-” her voice shook as her face twisted, not sleep with her for god’s sake!”
Dad stayed quiet, watching with that unreadable expression, but I could feel his disappointment like it was searing my skin.
Ryan’s hand reached for mine. I pulled back, but he took it again, firm, and then he said something that nearly made my legs give out.
“She’s my mate.”
I froze. My eyes shot to his face. What?
That word… What was that supposed to mean?!
Mom’s eyes went wide. “Your what?!”
“You heard me. Anna’s my mate,” Ryan said, calm and steady like he’d rehearsed it.
“No. No!” Mom’s voice was sharp. She turned to Dad. “Killian, did you hear this? Did you hear what your son just said?!”
Dad’s voice was low. “Are you sure, Ryon?”
“Yes. I tried to stay away from her, but the bond wouldn’t let me.”
Mom shook her head. “When did you even find this out?”
“The day you brought her here. But even before that, back at home, I’d felt it-I just didn’t realize she was my mate then.”
“I don’t believe this madness,” Mom snapped.
“Mom!” Ryan’s voice was louder now. “You know it’s not madness. She’s my mate.”
“No! No, no!” Mom’s voice broke. “This cannot be happening!” She stood, grabbing his arms, her tears spilling now. “Ryan, look at me! Tell me it’s not true! Please tell me!”
“Mom-“
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“You know I promised her mother! I stood at Betty’s grave and promised her I’d protect Anna! I promised I would keep her safe! And you-” her voice cracked painfully, “-you swore too! You swore to me, standing right there at her grave, that you would protect her like she was your own sister! And now look at you!”
Ryan’s jaw tightened, his voice cold. “I didn’t break my promise. I’m protecting her. She’s mine.”
“Protecting her?” Mom’s voice was shaking now. “You call what I saw protecting her?! Ryan, she’s your sister-“
“She’s not my sister,” Ryan cut in, his tone flat and firm. “She’s my mate. She was fated to be mine. Just like how you and Dad were step-siblings and fated mates, this is the same. She may be your daughter, but she’s my mate. The goddess chose her for me.”
Mom’s eyes were wild as she turned to Dad. “Killian, say something! Do something! I can’t… I won’t let this happen! History cannot repeat itself!”
Dad finally spoke, his voice steady. “Enough, Liana. If Ryan says she’s his mate, then that’s the truth.”
Mom whipped around to glare at him. “No! No, I will not accept this! I promised Betty! I promised to keep her from harm! And now you want me to stand by while my own son-my son-breaks that promise?!” She turned bock to Ryan, her voice trembling with rage and grief. “I will stop this, Ryan. I don’t care what you say, I will stop this. Even if it kills me.”
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