I made three promises to myself: never fall for my best friend's brother, never think of him that way, never get wet for him late at night.
Declan Montgomery made me break all three.
"Leila, I think I'm hungry," I whispered into the darkness of her bedroom. She made a small noise in her sleep and turned her back to me, her breathing evening out.
More like you're horny, my wolf quipped, and heat flooded my cheeks.
Just in the next room was the man who haunted my filthiest dreams.
I shouldn't be fantasizing about my best friend's brother pounding into me, drilling deep, and splitting me wide open. Yet every night, I betrayed myself, spread my thighs, and touched my soaked pussy while imagining Declan Montgomery ripping my clothes apart and fucking me until his name was the only word I knew.
My thighs pressed together. I licked my lips, suddenly parched.
Declan had always had this effect on me, and he had no idea. Or at least, I prayed he didn't. Hiding how badly I wanted him felt impossible when I saw him nearly every day.
He'd been my forbidden fantasy since I walked into Emerald High and watched him stalk down the hallway like trouble incarnate. The dark hair, the tattoos lining half his neck, that fierce I don't give a shit look blazing from his dark eyes—my heart never stood a chance. Six years older than me, Alpha in every sense, Twilight pack's golden heir, and the reason half the girls at that school nearly flunked their exams. The way he commanded a room, the raw power radiating from him—it was intoxicating.
To me, he'd always been the one I could never have but wanted with an insane hunger that only deepened with time.
To him, I was just Leila's best friend. The Beta's daughter tagging along behind his little sister. A kid.
I doubted he'd ever see me as anything more.
I could be his naughty little—
"Okay, I need to calm down," I muttered, slipping out of bed. Having filthy thoughts about him while lying next to Leila felt like blasphemy. She'd murder me if she knew what I was thinking.
I knew my way through the massive Packhouse and was heading back from the kitchen with a glass of water when a deep, guttural groan stopped me dead.
I froze. That sound had come from Declan's room.
My entire body buzzed alive with awareness.
"Judith... Sweet fucking Judith," he groaned, and my jaw dropped.
Me?
Curiosity pulled me forward on silent feet until I reached his door. There was a small gap in the keyhole. Nothing could have prepared me for what I saw.
Declan sprawled across his bed, facing the door, giving me a heart-stopping view of his gorgeous cock. His large hand wrapped around his cock shaft, stroking hard and fast. My chest heaved as I watched, my thighs burning, my entire body flushing with heat.
He was touching himself. Thinking about me.
He wanted me.
"Open your thighs for me, Judith," he groaned, his head thrown back. "Show me that sweet little pussy. I'll sink my cock into that dripping hole, baby."
Holy goddess.
I bit down on my bottom lip to stifle a moan as I imagined him drilling all that cock into me, his rough hands forcing my thighs apart, filling me with each brutal thrust. Heat pooled between my legs, soaking through my panties. His scent—all male and delicious—teased my nose, reeling me in.
"Fuck, that's it, my little slut," he rasped, his other hand gripping the sheets. "Show me that pink little cunt, Judith. Will you take my cock like a good girl? Fuck yes, you will. You fucking will. Spread wider, baby. Shit, I'm going insane just thinking about how good your pussy's going to milk my cock."
I had to be dreaming.
Oh, he looks delicious, Caramel prowled restlessly beneath my skin. The scent of his cock and cum was getting her aroused. I wanted to coat every inch of my skin with it.
"So wet and slippery, coat my dick with that tight cunt, fuck, Judith!"
I couldn't take it anymore. I dropped to my knees, wanting to watch while I slipped my hand into my panties. My heart pounded as I imagined his rough hands pushing my thighs apart, his thick cock sliding deep inside me. I moaned softly, biting my lip to keep from crying out.
Need to taste him, Caramel growled.
With my free hand, I unfastened the buttons of my nightdress, revealing my aching breasts. I ran my fingers over my nipples, teasing the hard peaks while watching Declan thrust his hips forward, his cock jerking in his grip.
"Judith..." He whispered my name like a prayer, his voice hoarse and raw with desire. I imagined those lips on mine, his stubble scratching my skin as he rammed into me.
My fingers found my swollen clit, stroking and circling until the pleasure became unbearable. My eyes snapped shut as I drew close to the edge. The bed creaked. His groans grew louder. My entire body shook.
"Moan for me, baby," Declan growled. "I want to hear you moan. I want to hear you beg for my cock, fuck, Judith. I want to ruin you until you'll have just me. Only me. No one else."
"Declan," I whimpered, throwing my head back. Hot streams of juices rolled down my thighs, but I was too far gone to care. The sensations overwhelmed me as I neared the edge. I rubbed harder, my hips bucking against my fingers.
"That's it, baby," Declan growled, his voice thick with arousal. "Fuck, I'm cumming, Judith. The things you do to me. Cum around me, babygirl. Fuck, that's it. Milk my cock, every drop."
His scent grew stronger, wrapping around me, and I couldn't hold back anymore. As the wave of orgasm crashed through me, I arched my back and let out a long, low moan. My body trembled, every nerve ending alive with fire. Heat spread outwards like wildfire, my breathing ragged, each inhale sending shockwaves of pleasure through me.
I panted, gave a small whine, and withdrew my fingers from my panties.
Goddess, that felt incredible.
I panted, gave a small whine, and withdrew my cum-stained fingers from my panties. Oh goddess, that felt so good. I realized I wasn't hearing the sound of the bed creaking anymore or any other sound for that matter and quickly opened my eyes.
My eyes snapped open and I clamped down a scream when I saw the door was opened and my best friend's brother was standing right before me, his cock jutting proudly in the air, his dark eyes pinned on me, hungry and devouring. His voice was hoarse and dangerously dark when he spoke.
"You moan my name so sweetly, Judith," he said, his voice hoarse and dangerously low. "Did you really think I wouldn't hear you, babygirl?"
My lips parted in a gasp. He had caught me!