Navy's Sons: Bullied by Quadruplet Stepbrothers novel Chapter 28

25.Shut up

Tabitha’s POV

His knuckles drag along the front of my underwear. The contact jolts something deep in me, and I can’t hold back the sound that spills from my lips.

His knuckles drag along the front of my underwear. The touch sparks through me, and a sound slips out before I can stop it.

“Luca…” I breathe, the name falling from me like a plea. My hips betray me, arching ever so slightly into his touch.

He lets out a quiet sound that might be a laugh. “Your underwear’s soaked. Tell me, did the rain do that? Or is it something else?”

I bite my lips before I can moan his name again. My body pulses with need as his fingers slip past the edge of my underwear.

Oh god…

The contact is bare, hot, devastating. My knees nearly give. He strokes me with two fingers, lazily at first, like he’s just getting a feel for how badly I want this. I squirm in his his arms and twist my head to the right, moaning into his chest. He leans in close, lips brushing my temple.

“Say it,” he whispers. “Say how much you want this, Tabitha.”

I don’t speak, but my hips shift again. His fingers answer me, stroking deeper this time, spreading slickness as he works me open. My body rocks with each touch, aching harder with every pass.

“You’ve been like this since I stepped in here,” he says. “Don’t even try to lie. You know how werewolf nose works, my sweet stepsister. We can smell everything… even your arousal. Especially your arousal.”

My hands grip the front of his shirt. I’m not sure if I’m holding on for balance or trying to pull him closer. Maybe both. I hate that I’m giving in like this, but I want more. I need more.

“You’re soaked for me,” Luca whispers while trailing hot kisses on my neck. “And the best part is your body is still begging for more. The smell of your desperation is so delicious.”

A whimper slips past my lips. I don’t dare meet his gaze. My hole body’s trembling, wound too tight, and he feels it. He

ses just beneath my ear, the warmth of his breath brushing y neck, his touch shifting to a barely-there tease that makes my thighs chase after it.

“You’re pulsing in my hand. So soft. Your thighs are clenching around my hand like you don’t want to let it go,” he teases some more.

“Shut up,” I whisper half-heartedly.

He smiles against my skin. “Make me. Or better yet, beg me not to stop.”

My resolve falters. My legs spread wider before I can stop them, chasing the pressure of his fingers. He keeps going, parting my velvety folds with his fingers and then rubbing my aching clit with his thumb.

“I…” My voice cracks as he strokes right over that perfect spot. I shudder, my back lifting as a broken gasp escapes. “Luca—”

“Say it,” he murmurs, his lips skimming the corner of my mouth. “Tell me you want this.”

Thunder crashes above, masking the moan that slips from my throat. His fingers press in deeper, rubbing teasing strokes around my nub until my mind melts into a puddle.

“Oh god,” I pant. My legs are shaking, and I can barely stay upright.

itha…” He coaxes.

take it anymore. “I like it!” I croak, eyes shut tight. “I like okay? I need it.”

“That’s more like it,” he says, pleased. “My filthy little stepsister, soaking my fingers and begging for more.”

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