Chapter 104

Neil’s hand continues to move on his dick, though he’s slowed his pace considerably.

He watches me with hooded eyes. His cheeks are delightfully flushed. His muscles are strained, like he’s held himself on the edge for a long time.

“Close the door,” Neil says and it sounds like an order.

I step back into the hallway.

“Chloe,” he calls.

I stop.

“Come inside and close the door behind you,” he says, making himself clearer.

I do as he commands. Stepping back into the room, I close the door behind him.

There are a million reasons I should leave and pretend I never saw or heard any of this, but I can’t think of those reasons right now. It’s like my Luna mode has clicked on, and all I want is my wild Alpha to whisper naughty things in my ear.

I hate myself and how horny I am for these brothers who are all massive jerks but so desperately unbelievably hot that I just can’t control myself.

I have no idea what plans Neil has for me, but I am desperate to find out – desperate enough to say to hell with the consequences.

Neil strokes himself at a leisurely pace. His eyes veer downward to where my breasts push into my t-shirt.

“Strip,” he says.

I obey at once. I grip the base of my t-shirt with both hands and rip it up and off over my head. I lower it to the ground and drop the baby monitor on top of it. I need my hands free now, but I’ll still be able to hear if anything goes wrong.

I’m not wearing a bra. Neil stares openly at my breasts. He licks his lips. I stand still, letting him take his fill. Seeing him look at me with such blatant desire sends a pleasant shiver down my spine. My panties are so soaked, he must be able to smell it.

“Cup your tits,” he says.

I lift my hands and cup myself. I want to do more, but I won’t.

“Are you being good?” he teases. “Not being a brat today.”

I keep my mouth shut. That didn’t feel like it needed a response.

“Answer,” he says.

“I want to be good,” I reply, hating how honest the words are. I want to say I’m playing a game, but truthfully, I love getting his praise. I want to feel like I’m doing the right things.

With the brothers so hot and cold all the time, I can’t always tell where I stood with them. They also undermine me at every turn. I can’t tell if they even like me at all.

Like this, I know where I stand. I can be Neil’s good girl. I can earn his praise and his rewards.

Rewards I’m desperate to feel, as I learn more about myself and what I want. What I need.

“Why do you want to be good?” he asks. He’s not letting me off easily this time. Maybe he’s getting off on it. His dick hasn’t flagged since I walked in. If anything, he looks so much harder now. That’s got to be painful.

“For you,” I say.

“For your reward?”

Yes, the reward is part of it. But it’s not the only part. “To please you,” I say. I feel vulnerable, saying that. It makes me want to hide a little and I start to slump.

Neil must be able to see it in me because he responds at once, before the feeling can truly sour.

“Good girl,” he says. “You are being such a good girl for me.” He licks his lips. “Pinch your nipples.”

I move my hands to catch my budding nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. I squeeze lightly.

“Harder,” Neil says.

I press a bit harder.

Neil’s eyes narrow, watchful. “Pretend your hands are mine.”

I tighten my grip firmly, clamping down on myself so hard that I gasp. It hurts, but it feels so good too.

“Loosen now,” he says, after three full seconds. “Soothing motions.”

I lap at my nipple with lighter, teasing motions. The brief shock of pain has left them all the more sensitive. I start to moan, but then I bite it back.

“I want to hear you,” Neil says.

“Ah…” I allow myself to vocalize.

“Say my name,” he says. “When you touch yourself, pretend it’s me. I only want to hear my name from your mouth.”

I immediately try to process this command. “Neil…” I say, to test it.

“Good,” he says, and a zip of pleasure shoots through me. “Now take off your pants. Panties too. I want you bare for me.”

I can’t take my pants off without moving my hands from my breasts. I don’t move them right away.

“Chloe,” he says, sharper. I immediately drop my hands from my tits with a whimper, then grip my pants to pull them down. My panties go too.

“You want to be good for me, so be good,” Neil scolds. “Trust me to make you feel good. I know what you need more than you do.”

I nod, understanding. In any other time and place, I would fight against this notion. Outside of the bedroom, I want to be my own person with my own mind. Inside it, I’m eager to let go. I want to give Neil totally control of me and my pleasure.

As if my body exists just for him to enjoy.

To use.

I press my thighs together. Without my panties there to collect my wetness, it starts to dampen in between my thighs.

Neil’s nostrils flare.

“Rub your clit, Chloe. Don’t hold back. Follow my tempo.”

I nod, knowing I’m not allowed to say anything but his name.

I slip one finger between my folds, finding my clit. It’s so sensitive, I nearly jump out of my skin. Then I slide a second one in, so that I can drag my clit between the two fingers. I slide and drag at the same sluggish pace Neil is rubbing his dick.

Then, he picks up speed. The shift is gradual at first, but then moves faster and faster, until his hand blurs along his shaft. I’m moving my hand at equal pace, wrist cramping, but Gods it feels so good, I can barely feel the pain.

I wish he was closer. I want him to touch me. I want him to slap my ass. I want him to clamp his mouth over my breast like that Alpha did to his Luna in the book. I want him to throw me around and fuck me until I can’t think anymore.

I’m close to that now.

It feels so good. My clit is so sensitive, especially with the more attention it receives.

Too soon I’m bucking against my hand, trying to get more, wanting to come.

“N-Neil. Neil.”

“Don’t you dare fucking come, Chloe,” Neil says, voice as wrecked as mine. “Not until I tell you.”

I nod. I’m practically out of my mind, floating somewhere up in space. Only my straining will keeps me tethered here.

I can’t come until he says. I won’t.

I’m his good girl. I can listen.

He’ll give me what I need.

“You are so fucking hot,” Neil says. His eyes are fire on my body, gaze moving from my breasts to my hips to my legs to my face, like he can’t quite decide where to land. “So hot, Chloe. So hot and so mine.”

The word sends me back to the book, to the thought of Neil gripping me by the hips and using his strength to take me how he wants me, bouncing me on his neck.

“N-Neil…” I slow my hand for a moment, trying to hold on.

“Don’t slow down,” he scolds at once.

“But –”

“Only my name!” he snaps.

“Neil!” I cry, hoping to convey my urgency. I’m so close. If this keeps up, I won’t… be able… to hold on…

I bite down on my lower lip. I drop my back against the door.

I can’t, I can’t, I can’t, I can’t…

“You will do what I say.” He’s bucking up into his fist. His features are tight, his muscles are tense.

He’s close too. He’s holding himself back.

Gods, are we going to come together?

“Now, Chloe. Fuck, now!”

His mouth falls open and his spend shoots up from his dick.

The sight sends me over the edge.

“Neil!” I come so hard, it squirts from my pussy. Pleasure spikes through me, tingling all my muscles at once.

I fall back against the door fully, unable to hold myself up any longer.

Then I slide down the door to the ground.

For several blissful seconds, all I can think about is how fucking good I feel.

But then I realize what we’ve done.

My eyes meet Neil’s across the room.

And he says, “This never happened.”