Chapter 17 Fuck me harder, Alpha Stepbrother (3)

Chapter 17 Fuck me harder, Alpha Stepbrother (3)
~ARIA~

Heat rushed to my cheeks as I stared at Damon, caught off guard by his words. 

My throat tightened around words that wouldn’t come. 

Damon’s pheromones thickened the air, heady and overpowering, making my knees go weak and my thoughts blur.

“Cat got your tongue, Aria?” Damon murmured.

I took a stumbling step back. “You truly are a moron.”

Damon stepped closer, closing the distance I had created. 

A slow smile tugged at his lips. “I’m your moron.”

A wave of disgust mixed with that unwelcome, pulsing heat twisted in my stomach.

I backed up until my shoulders hit the wall. 

“Stay away from me. Until my mom and your dad come back, I don’t want you anywhere near me,” I snapped, my teeth clenched so hard my jaw throbbed.

“Hmmm, feisty,” Damon said, dark amusement flickering in his eyes.

“I mean it, Damon,” I said, glaring at him. 

Damon stepped back, raising his hands in a gesture of surrender. “Okay, okay. I’ll do as you say.”

I shot him one last glare, then pushed off the wall and strode past him, rushing upstairs to my room.

Once inside, I slammed the door shut and pressed my back against it, my heart hammering against my ribs.

I lifted the collar of my shirt to my nose and inhaled.

I smelled like Damon.

His stupid, intoxicating pheromones clung to me.

“Fuck,” I groaned, pressing my hands to my face. “His stupid pheromones are all over me.”

Shaking my head, I yanked my clothes off, letting them collapse in a messy heap on the floor.

I rushed into the bathroom, naked, and turned the shower to cold, scrubbing my skin until every trace of Damon’s scent was gone.

Once I stepped out, I toweled off and pulled on a clean, matching set of pink pajamas.

Desperate to distract myself, I plugged in my laptop and picked up my phone, scrolling mindlessly through TikTok.

I spent several minutes watching streams of videos. 

Some made me laugh, some made me curse under my breath, and some made me feel sad.

My eyes grew heavy, and sleep tugged at me. I was just drifting off when I heard noises coming from downstairs.

Thumping bass and murmured voices drifted up. 

I tried to ignore them, convincing myself it was just the neighbors, but the sounds only grew louder.

A chorus of laughter followed, along with the distinct clink of glasses and bottles. 

I set my phone aside, straining to listen.

“Let the party get started!” Damon’s voice boomed from downstairs, followed by a blast of music that rattled the floorboards.

A party? 

Damon was throwing a party downstairs with Mom and Dad gone? 

This boy was unbelievable.

I pushed myself off the bed and stormed out of my room, my fury growing with every step down the stairs.

When I reached the sitting room, my jaw dropped.

It was packed.

Guys and girls swayed and danced, cups clutched in their hands.

Smoke curled in the air from half-smoked cigarettes.

Some were tangled together on the couches, limbs intertwined as if the furniture itself couldn’t contain them.

The thump of bass vibrated through the room, rattling my teeth.

My eyes widened, and fury coiled in my chest, hot and tight.

“Damon!” I yelled, my voice slicing through the music as I stormed forward, ready to confront him.

Almost everyone in the room turned to look at me. 

Some murmured, while others shot me sharp glares, but I didn’t care. 

All I wanted was to confront Damon.

As I stepped toward the center of the sitting room, closer to Damon, a heavy wave of pheromones hit me.

It was a chaotic mix from multiple Alphas and Omegas, making my senses blur and my body flare with sudden, internal heat.

I immediately covered my nose and stumbled back. 

Why the fuck were they all releasing their pheromones without a care in the world?

Damon turned, his eyes locking onto me through the crowd. 

“Aria, what are you doing here? Do you want to join us and party?” he asked, that same arrogant, infuriating, smug expression on his face. 

I looked at him, but I couldn't form words. 

The combined scent of Alphas and Omegas was too strong, too overwhelming.

I took another step back. 

Everyone in the room turned toward me, and the pheromones in the air pressed heavier, making it hard to think.

“Are you okay?” Damon asked, stepping closer as he studied my face. 

“Don’t… don’t come near me,” I whispered, holding a hand up, my voice strained.

I didn’t wait for a response. 

I spun on my heel and bolted upstairs, my body burning from the pheromones.

“What’s wrong with her? Who is she? That was weird,” I heard people mutter behind me.

I rushed into my room, slammed the door shut, locked it, and pressed my back against it, trying to catch my breath.

I stumbled to my bed and sank onto it, my entire body burning. 

I knew immediately what was happening. 

My heat had arrived. 

The scent of all those pheromones had triggered it early.

Panic surged through me. 

I need to take some heat suppressants, fast.

Breathing heavily, I pushed myself off the bed and scrambled to my nightstand, yanking the drawer open.

My hands trembled as I rifled through its contents, pulling out empty bottles of heat suppressants one after another.

“Shit, they’re all empty,” I muttered, my voice shaky.

I staggered to my bag on the desk, my body weakening and my vision blurring at the edges. 

I dumped its contents onto the floor, frantically searching. 

One bottle of heat suppressants caught my eye. 

Hope flared for a moment as I picked it up and opened it, but it was empty too.

My hope shattered completely.

“Fuck! Fuck!” I cried, desperation consuming me.

I began searching my room frantically, yanking open my wardrobe and patting down shelves, but found nothing. 

Eventually, I gave up and collapsed onto the floor by my bed.

The heat in my body surged, building into a deep, relentless throb in my pussy.

Downstairs, the music and noise grew louder.

I thrashed on the floor, desperate for relief, for any kind of ease. 

Hurriedly, I sat up and pulled my pajama pants and panties down to my ankles.

Without hesitation, I plunged two fingers into my soaking wet pussy, moving fast and hard, searching for the pleasure that might bring some release.

But It wasn’t enough.

I added a third finger, stretching my pussy, thrusting deeper, but the aching emptiness remained. 

I needed to cum. 

If only I could, maybe the burning heat inside me would finally ease.

I used my other hand to circle my swollen, sensitive clit, rubbing tight, desperate circles.

“Ahhh…” I moaned, my head falling back. “Almost there… fuck…”

I bit my lips to stifle my cries. 

Even with the music downstairs pounding, I didn’t want anyone to hear me.

I thrust my fingers faster into my pussy, hips bucking against my own hand. 

The sounds of my wetness filled the room, mingling with my ragged, stifled moans.

I plunged my fingers deeper inside my pussy, curling them inside me.

“Ahh… urghhh…” A moan I tried to stifle slipped past my lips.

Just then, my bedroom door swung open.

“Hey Aria, where are the glas—” Damon’s voice cut off as he stepped inside and froze at the sight of me.

My eyes snapped to Damon, wide with horror. 

I yanked my slick fingers from my pussy with a wet sound and grabbed my pants from the floor, pulling them up to cover myself.

“What are you doing in my room?” I screamed, my voice cracking. “Don’t you fucking know how to knock?”

Damon’s eyes roamed over me, taking in my disheveled state, flushed skin, and pants clutched tightly at my waist. 

His eyes widened in shock.

“What the fuck were you doing, Aria?” he asked, stunned. 

I didn’t answer.

Damon stepped further into my room, his gaze locked on me. 

“You were… masturbating, weren’t you?” he said, his voice a mix of shock and amusement, a smirk tugging at his lips. 

“You couldn’t find a guy to fuck you, is that why—”

He stopped mid-sentence. 

His hand rose to his nose, his expression shifting from shock to sudden awareness, nostrils flaring.

"Why are your pheromones so strong?" he asked, his gaze darkening, turning predatory. "Aria… are you in heat?"