Their Secret Obsession by Pippa Moon

Chapter 3: Beg!

Lotties POV

Distant memories of the annual pack ball danced across my vision; Lilly and I were expected to go as we had come of age; we had both expected the twins to try to sabotage the whole evening! But they hadn’t! They seemed as uninterested in our plans as they were in their daily chores! Lilly and I had assumed it was because our fathers had insisted we attend, and they outranked the twins! Something we knew grated on the boys!

The guy I had been crushing on at school had asked me to be his date; I was beyond excited! I had gone all out and had my hair, nails and make-up done. I had worked overtime to save up for a dress, I had spent a small fortune, and for once, I felt beautiful!

He treated me like royalty, something I was not used to, given how the twins liked to control everything Lilly I did behind the walls of the pack house, but the twins had not said anything about me going with the young male wolf; I thought they had finally allowed me some freedom. We danced and laughed, and I thought he would k*ss me! I never wanted the night to end; it had been perfect until I found the twins laughing about how desperate and pathetic I was and how they couldn’t believe I had actually thought HE would like ME! It turned out the twins had paid the male to take me out; even in my newfound freedom, they had seized power and kept me under their guardianship!

Unable to watch anymore, I turned to leave only to see other classmates recording me, laughing at me and my tears. It didn’t take long for it to be uploaded to social media and sent around school, making me a laughingstock! I had never understood why they were so obsessed with what I did! I got that they protected Lilly, but I was not kin! And this behavior was unwarranted!

I tried to speak to my father about it, but since my mother had died, he had checked out, leaving Luna Louise to raise me; his only care was the pack and keeping it safe! And I could hardly go to her and moan that her precious sons were making my life hell! So I had no choice but to put up and shut up! Only when they left at 16 did things get easier; I finally knew peace, friendship, and fun! And somewhere in between, I met Mike.

Opening my eyes slowly, the memories faded only to be replaced by the concerned face of Knox, staring down at me with such warmth my stomach fl*pped. His fingers traced my cheek as relief spread over his features.

“Get. Your. Hand. Off. Me!” I seethed, slapping it away aggressively, my eyes narrowing on the ice blue hues of Knox, forcing myself to ignore the flicker of hurt that sl*pped across his face.

“Hush, baby, let me check you over. You hit your head hard.” He cooed, and my eyes widened in disbelief at the sincerity in his tone.

“Get your STI-riddled hand off of me before I break it the f**k off!” Snapping my mouth closed, feeling the light touch of his fingers on my l*ps.

have a filthy mouth, do you know that!” His brows knitted together as he looked my face over, his gaze locking on my l*ps; his tongue ran over his l*ps needily, making

on the bed, Knox beside me. He had apparently swept me up and taken care of me, but I could not

a lot!” A grin slowly sl*pped across his face, his fingers trailing up the soft fabric of my new lingerie. Lingerie meant for Mike.

at him with disgust, my eyes trailed over his strong jaw, slightly stubbled with dark blonde hair that trailed down his n*eck, his chest covered in dark tattoos that swirled under where my fingers laid on a hard wall of muscle. His hands gripped my waist, trying to lower me onto him, my legs parting further to

changed,

to my inner thoughts, bringing me back to reality. Ignoring her lude comment with a groan, my hands covered his that were rubbing up

Pushing his hands off me with a snort,

I have a dick… wanna see?” He taunted, his hands returning to

I wanna see!”

through” I snapped, trying to pull away from his grasp as he slid

my l*ps, feeling his solid length rub against

he held me in place, his hips rolling up to graze against my soaked slit. Apparently, my p**sy was as big of a slut as

me. “Not

into my hip, forcing me along his cock again, making me cry out as my p**sy clenched needily, loving the sensation of pain mixing with

point by thrusting his hips against me again, sending another burst of pleasure rippling through my b*dy, bathing my

washed over his face had my stomach yearning to soothe the guilt I observed eating at his brows. But as quick

promise I’ll make you feel like the queen

me make this crystal clear for you, Knox! I do not want