Like the bed in that dim room was suddenly our couch.
And the heat between them…was ours.
And for one frightening, burning second…
It felt like we were the ones on that screen.
My skin prickled from the terrifying thought that maybe, just maybe… he was imagining something he shouldn't.
And that thought alone made my stomach twist in a way I didn't have a name for.
The woman trembled as the man peeled her dress off, sweeping her off the floor in his muscular arms, and made his way to the bed.
I swallowed hard.
No. I couldn't watch such a scene with my big brother.
I looked away quickly, my throat dry, and tried to pull my legs off his lap. I needed space. Distance. Oxygen. Anything else but this.
But his hand firmly clamped down on my ankle, holding me in place.
"Relax," he murmured, his gaze sliding toward me with a frightening kind of calm, his voice almost soothing but laced with something really dark. "It's just a movie, Mine."
That name again.
The way he said it this time was enough to send a shiver down my spine. It felt like possession. Like heat licking across the back of my neck, wrapping around my ribs and pulling tight.
I laughed nervously, my voice cracking slightly. "I know. It's just… uhm... I need to use the bathroom." I lied, but he only smiled.
"Lies." He said simply.
His forest green eyes had darkened — more shadow than color now, and the tension in his face wasn't subtle anymore. It felt like he was holding something back.
His fingers resumed their slow movements, drawing circles along the bare skin of my calf. His touch was featherlight and almost innocent — but for each stroke he gave, my stomach twisted even tighter. "You're too tense," he murmured, his gaze almost boring a hole in my face. "You should learn to let go."
The heat in my face spread to the rest of my body. I stared blankly at the coffee table, refusing to meet his eyes. The scene on the screen grew more intimate. The moans were louder now with the sounds of ragged breathing, muffled groans, and ecstatic moans filling the room. The woman cried out with such abandon that it made me squirm.
No... I couldn't.
It was all too much.
I tried to shift again, determined to get my legs off his grip, but in my nervous fumbling, the heel of my foot brushed against something hard beneath his briefs.
I froze.
What...?
My heart thundered in my chest as realization dawned on me. The way his body stiffened immediately told me all I needed to know.
He was hard.
My gaze snapped immediately, and I looked up at him in shock, my eyes locking onto his lustful, unreadable ones. His eyes weren't just unreadable. They pressed. They burned. Hot, deep, dragging over me like a hand that didn't need to touch to own. I felt stripped beneath them — like he saw through my very soul.
"Jasmine..." He growled, his eyes changing to a blinding shade of red.
It was his wolf.
That unreadable look was gone. Now, his eyes devoured me. They stripped me bare.
"Oh my God—Alaric!" I shrieked, yanking my legs away, stumbling to my feet so fast I almost fell over myself, running up the stairs like my life depended on it.
ALARIC.
It took all the self-control I could muster to stay away from the house all weekend. I could have done something I might end up regretting.
Whatever unholy feelings I was developing for Jasmine were beginning to get out of hand, and I didn't know for how much longer I could hold back.
I returned home just this morning to get ready for work.
I stood in front of Jasmine's door, contemplating whether to knock or not. I was, no doubt, ashamed of what had happened on Saturday. She felt my hard cock, and it was super embarrassing.
But, fuck it. Now wasn't the time for regrets. It was getting late, and we had to leave for the office.
Just as I was about to knock, the door pulled open, revealing my little sister - my obsession.
I froze.
She stood there, framed by the soft morning light spilling into the hallway. Her rich, brown hair cascaded over her shoulders in loose waves, a few strands catching the sunlight.