Page 29 of Fractured Constellations
Yet with Luna, I’m desperate to feel her lips against mine, her tongue in my mouth, and my dick inside her heat. It’s a raging fire, uncontrollable, and I find that whereas usually I’d be terrified of losing control, I would willingly give it all up for one single moment with her.
“Need you,” I growl against her lips, pushing her onto her back and settling between her thighs, which are already parted for me. Taking a moment to push my sweatpants down just enough to free my cock, I slide into her, thrusting against the slight resistance given that she’s clearly not quite ready for me. “Fuck, Star.”
My body takes control, something that I don’t let happen often, but I’m helpless when it comes to my stepsister. Stars explode behind my eyes as I keep kissing her, swallowing every whimper and cry as my hips move of their own accord. Her pussy grips me as tightly as her fingers dig into the skin on my arms, clinging to me as I rock inside her, the pleasure unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.
“Chase—Yes—Please,” she pants against my lips in between kisses, both of us ignoring our need for oxygen as we make love, something I’m not sure I’ve ever done before.
With all my other sexual partners, it’s just been fucking, a way to get off, a means to an end, but not with Luna. It’s like I can’t even breathe when I’m not inside her, or holding her, orjust near her. She unravels me completely, and I find that I don’t care that she’s stolen all my control. I’ll gladly give it to her.
“You feel so incredible, Star,” I murmur against her kiss-swollen lips, the pace of my thrusts picking up as I race towards my orgasm. This isn’t going to last long, it can’t, not with the raging need that is burning me up from the inside. “Wrapped around me like you never want to let go.”
“I don’t,” she all but sobs, her pussy walls fluttering around my dick and making me fucking feral. “I need this so bad, Chase, please.”
“Come for me then, Star,” I order in a husky growl, our bodies pressed tightly together. I swivel my hips when I’m fully seated inside her, rubbing my pelvis against her clit, and she moans against my lips. “Show me what a good little stepsister you can be for your brother.”
My words are clearly her undoing, because I’m swallowing her scream of pleasure in the next moment, her inner walls clamping around me so tightly that she milks my release from my cock in a way that no one ever has before. Lightning shoots up and down my spine, my cum flooding inside her as I bury myself as deep as I can go and fill her up.
Exquisite agony makes my entire body tingle, my chest heaving underneath my T-shirt, sweat making the fabric damp. I blink my eyes open, pulling my face away just enough to look at her, only to find she’s in a similar state, all flushed and with that just fucked look, which has my dick twitching and her moaning again.
“You are so damn perfect, Star,” I whisper, my chest tightening when her eyes open, full of satisfaction and the remains of our lust. “I would shout from the rooftops that you belong to us. I don’t care if our parents find out. Don’t care who wants to judge, because this right here, having you in my arms, is all that matters.”
She swallows as tears fill her eyes.
“But, Chase, what if?—”
I cut her off again with my lips, pressing a lingering kiss on hers. “Don’t say it, Star. No what-ifs. I won’t allow it, and that’s the end of that.”
She sighs as I push up a little but keep our lower halves connected. “Okay, Chase. No what-ifs.”
“Good girl,” I praise, pecking her kiss-swollen lips again just because I can. “Now, let’s get you washed up and head down for some food.”
It takes more effort than I want to admit to pull out of her, but she needs food, and we need to have a chat with our father and Lorelei about her care, if nothing else, because I refuse to leave anything up to chance when it comes to her treatments. I may be willing to give her control of my feelings, my body, and even my heart, but I will do everything in my power to make her better, to keep her with us.
Even if it means taking some control from her.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
“HOSTAGE” BY BILLIE EILISH
BLADE
About twenty minutes after Lorelei returns to the table, Luna and Chase stroll in, Luna looking a little flushed and Chase with an uncharacteristic smirk playing around his lips. Fucker clearly had sex with her while we waited to start lunch—at Lorelei’s request.
“Ah, now that everyone is finally here, we can finally begin,” Dad says, his tone admonishing, and my jaw clenches when Luna flinches, looking at the ground as her face flames. I want to snap at him for making her feel bad for getting the sleep her body so clearly needs, but we’ve not talked about how we address the issue of our parents finding out about us. And I won’t take that choice away from her, even if I don’t give a single shit what either of them thinks. She’s ours, in all ways, and I couldn’t care less what anyone thinks about it, unconventional though it may be.
Chase brushes his fingers along the back of her hand as she walks past him and comes to sit next to me. Dad is at the head of the table, as he always is, me on his left and Chase in his usual place on Dad’s right. Thorn is next to Chase, and Lorelei is at the opposite end of the table, which for family meals, is smaller but can be extended when Dad has guests over.
“Apologies, Father. I was up late and slept in. Luna was tired from her treatment yesterday, so also needed rest,” Chase says, no emotion in his tone, but I don’t miss the way his jaw looks tight or his disapproving glance at our father.
“Of course. Did it go well, Luna?” Dad asks, and Luna’s head snaps up, her blue eyes wide.
“Um, as good as can be expected,” she answers, licking her lips nervously, and I reach for her hands, which are tangled in her lap, taking one in mine and giving it a squeeze. She takes a breath, her shoulders lowering slightly, and something in my solar plexus squeezes, because knowing I can help relax her has warmth filling my insides.
“Excellent. Well, do keep me updated, won’t you?” he says, not bothering to wait for her response when he looks away from her and down at some papers. “Now that you’re here, Chase, I wanted to go over some things with you?—”
“Actually, Father, we wanted to ask about Luna’s condition and why we were not informed? Especially given the fact that we can help get her the best treatment possible, maybe even use Banks Industries to explore treatment options,” Chase states, and our father’s lips press together, the skin on his face tightening.
“I considered it handled, what with her treatment plan already in place and started. There was no need to inform you.” His voice is cutting, and it shouldn’t surprise me, shouldn’t hurt considering the way he’s withdrawn from us ever since Mom died, but it still stings like needles on my skin.
