Married to the alpha king pleasured by his son

~Storme~

My hand slowly crept to my inner thighs as I imagined my mystery man touching me, and whispering sweet nothings into my ear. My other hand found my nipples and started to rub on it, pausing occasionally to pinch it a little harder.

"Mmhm" I moaned, allowing my other hand to gently flick around my pea.

The pleasure that I got from that singular action was out of this world. My body bucked as I applied more pressure, my juices aiding in non-friction movements.

I was supposed to be a virgin before I officially became mated to anyone, but my hyperactive sexual libido was a problem for me. Ever since I turned sixteen, I'd always been on heat most of the time. And mine comes without warning.

Since I was to be a virgin, I found a way around everything. The problem was the hole, right? So, I didn't bother with it. All those years, I'd played around with myself long enough to realize that all I needed to quench my sexual appetite was not in the hole.

But rubbing around it right now wasn't just enough. I needed more pressure. I slipped my hand out of my panties and grabbed a comfort pillow close to me. Setting the pillow down and supporting it with my duvet, I mounted it.

Now this was way better.

I started to rock myself back and forth on it, slowly at first, before increasing my tempo. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as the first wave of pleasure started to hit me. I bit back a moan, not wanting the rest of the house to know what was going on with me.

I'd almost gotten there when a knock sounded on my door. A series of curses flew out of my mouth as I jumped off the pillow and wore my clothes back.

There was no other way to define wrong timing than this. Of all the time that this person could have knocked, it had to be when I was almost close.

The knock came again, and this time, my stepbrother's voice rang out. "I know you're in there, Storme. Open up"

Of all the worst people to knock, it had to be Adan, my perverted stepbrother. Ever since my father got married to his mother and they started to live with us, Adan had tried in so many ways to get down with me.

But the fact that I am hypersexual doesn't mean that I'll go for anything that has a dangling flesh in between their legs.

I opened the door and he immediately pushed himself inside. His expression changed immediately he got in. He sniffed the air, then gave me a sleazy look.

"It smells like sex and arousal in here. Have you been doing grownup things by yourself to yourself, Storme?"

Shit.

Of course, he could smell a she-wolf's arousal. And I bet that mine was as heavy as it could be.

"That's none of your business, Adan." I snapped. "What do you want?"

"Why don't you let me show you how a real man handles a woman? Let me initiate you into the cult of womanhood. You just turned eighteen and you're yet to have a taste of sex."

I didn't like the expression on his face. That was the expression he always had whenever he thought of forcing himself on me. I moved back, a warning glint on my face. "Back off, Adan."

He cackled and ran his tongue around his lips in a disgusting manner. The lust in his eyes made my stomach churn. He was like a crazed dog who was bent on mating a newly discovered female counterpart. With the lewd smile still on his face, he took two steps towards me.

I felt around my bedside drawer and my hands fell on a mug. I grabbed it immediately, bringing it up to my face and brandishing it at Adan.

He stopped, his gaze moving from the mug to my face. He must have felt like that was a joke because there was no way a mug could hurt him. But I just needed something to keep him away from me.

"Is that supposed to stop me?" he asked mockingly.

Keeping up with my hard front, my fingers tightened around the mug. "Maybe not. But I bet that a splinter of glass from this can incapacitate you for weeks if I use it on your balls. Do you wanna try?"

He contemplated for some seconds and maybe decided that it wasn't worth it after all. He took a step back, raising his hands in surrender. "Your father is asking for you"

I frowned. That was new. The last time that my father had called for me was a couple of months back, and it wasn't for anything pleasant. He had decided that it was the perfect night to beat me up for being the evil child who killed his wife during birth.

My father, alpha Morgan, might be the alpha of Normadic Wolves, but I was more of a servant than an alpha's daughter. He had abhorred me for as long as I could remember, hitting me for the tiniest reason he could find. It only got worse when he got married again to Adan's mother.

There were times that I'd felt like running away somewhere far, but I wasn't sure if I'd be able to survive on my own. My wolf was dormant so I didn't think I was better equipped to take on any external threat if need be.

So, I just endured the abuse.

"Why does he want to see me? Is there a problem?" I asked Adan.