Chapter 3

MAYA Even when I returned to the house, I couldn't stop thinking about Donovan. The crazy, steamy moments which made me think he has feelings for me and the cold, serious ones which got him looking like my over-protective big bro. It was so surprising that he didn't let any guy come close to me. I remembered asking him, “Why? But you want me to see you as my big bro.” “A big bro is meant to protect her sister,” he growled. He didn't want to admit it even when his pupils dilated looking at me. I shrugged helplessly. Now I was in bed, naked under my blanket touching myself. My sex toys were one of those things I brought in my luggage. I had no mate but that didn't stop the urges from coming. It was crazier now as I kept thinking of Donovan. I bit my lower lips to restrict myself from screaming but who am I trying to deceive pleasure? Oh, yeah!. With my grip tight on its handle, I made the dildo vibrate as I explored myself. I could say I was selfish but I had never been satisfied. I really wanted a cock in my pussy. I wanted to feel how it goes. I'd never have the experience. Slowly, I caressed my clit with the sex toy. Dammmmmn. I have always wanted this, from a capable person, from someone I felt something for who had similar feelings for me. I spread my legs wide open as I licked the four long fingers of my left palm and rubbed them on the opening of my body. At this point, it’s not really necessary as I am already wet but I just want it to be super slimy. A faint gasp escaped my throat as I slowly moved the toy in and out of me, moaning slowly with my back jerked up and face pointing towards the ceiling. I liked the size, I liked how hard it was The issue is, I wasn’t concentrating. Donovan, my bestie’s uncle kept recurring in my mind and I felt like screaming his name out of my lungs. He looks fucking hot. “But it's forbidden. Cheryl won't be happy if she hears of it. Her parents would be disappointed in both of you.” Some voice came in between my thoughts. It was the major challenge between us now but if my wolf was really crying out for him, who cares what Cheryl and her parents would say? “Their disappointment won't change the fact that I'm craving for Donovan inside of me.” I snapped back at the voice. He's so super attractive. Then I resumed my pleasure. “Yes. Donovan!” I groaned sweetly. Thinking about him alone made my body shake. With my eyes closed, I imagined Donovan’s face. His blue eyes staring back at me as he moves his long fingers in and out of me. I squeezed my toes as I lifted my waist to meet each of his finger thrusts. Right now what I need is him. Yes! Him in person. I can take him, all of him. I want him to choke me, spank me hard, and do all sorts of naughty things to me while I gaze at those possessive seemingly cold eyes of his. I wanted him to touch me in a forbidden way, to thrust, thrust, and thrust until I went senseless. To want me badly, the same way I wanted him. A jolt of pleasure explored the body as I raised my hips and moaned loudly. It’s coming. “Fuuuuck, Donovan.” I cried as I bit my lower lips hard. My whole body vibrated and I couldn’t hold it any longer. That sensation, burning inside of me, eating me up, yes… Increasing the vibration speed of the dildo, I wiggle my left index on my clit for a while before squeezing my hard nipples. No, Donovan did it. My dream man squeezed my nipples as he moved out his fingers to replace them with what I have been waiting for. For what I have been hoping to get and I know I will never get it. A satisfying loud moan escaped my throat as I held the hem of the duvet tight and thrust my pussy faster. I thrust as fast as I could and I could feel it. I am about to cum– “Maya?” I didn’t hear the door open but the next thing I noticed was someone walking in. My chest nearly bursted. Before me was Donovan, standing in only a pair of black shorts, abs perfectly arranged, face, charming and sweet with a touch of worry. “I heard you scream my name, I thought you were having a nightmare?” His voice was laced with deep concern. My breathing became hard. My lips parted as I thought of what to answer him. Thank goodness I had a bed sheet covering my naked body lest I would pass out having him see me this way. “What?” I shuddered, acting as though it wasn't me who called his name. “I heard you call my name.” He repeated. “Hope nothing is wrong?” His eyes seemed really suspicious. I was left speechless with hormones rallying up and down as his firm eyes cascaded over me, from my head to my toe. His scorching gaze penetrated deep below the bed sheet, making it seem as though I was bare before him with nothing to cover my naked body. Even my silence made me look suspicious. The air in the room thickened. His eyes roamed around the room as if he was expecting or looking for something else. “Are you looking for something?” I growled, “I guess it must have been a dream you heard me calling you.” I murmured, forcing a serious face. I wasn't gonna sell myself so cheap. Even though I wanted him badly, he ought to take the steps. I've already given him a green light to approach me. Donovan rolled his eyes, looked at my door, and walked out without saying a word. My eyes flickered with disappointment. I thought of calling him back, telling him that I wanted him. Hold your peace! Don't! My other voice growled. I thought now that since Donovan had seen me doing such a naughty thing, he would ignore me. My heart was filled with shock the next day where he invited me into his room. Naughty thoughts filled my mind but I composed upon going in. He sat on the bed, my eyes met with his. They looked pale and his hands were clenched before him. “What's wrong?” I asked, rushing to him. He sighed. “My friend told me that he caught my wife going to a hotel with a man, supposed to be her long-time secret lover.” He paused, his face serious and cold at the same time. My wolf instinct got me sitting beside him and draping my hand over his shoulder as I sought to console him. “What's it?” My heart thumped at the same time, this wife of his with Cheryl's parents were my main obstacles of him getting to me, I guess. He turned swiftly, facing me. I jerked back, my hand snapping off his shoulder with the stiff face I saw. “Will you go with me to the hotel? I'll make sure she sees me.” “Huh?” In my chest, the tension tripled. “Where will I tell Cheryl and her parents we are going?” Now that what I'd been dreaming of was beginning to happen, I found myself suddenly feeling withdrawn. Fear cruised my heart. “We are going to visit Vikky.” “Who's Vikky?” I asked. “My daughter,” he snapped. “Where's Vikky right now?” My attention shifted from going with him. “Probably at home alone.” “That's really sad, let's visit her first.” I suggested. My interest for once was shifted to his daughter, I imagined how petite and beautiful she would look. My intention was now to give him a hard time, first, I was afraid of Cheryl's parents, second, I didn't want him seeing me as too cheap. “Okay,” he agreed and we quickly dressed. He told Cheryl and her parents the same thing he earlier told me that he would be telling them. The drive to his rented apartment in the city was thirty minutes. When we arrived, the front door wasn't locked but the environs were lonely, only a few neighbors some distance away. “Vikky?” “Daddy!” The excited voice of a little girl came up as Donovan called. I watched as a little blonde girl rushed out, running to meet her dad. Tears formed in my eyes, I quickly raised my hand to wipe it but Donovan was too quick to notice. It was sad seeing such a three to four year old girl abandoned by the mom. She abandoned a man I was so much dreaming for. Wait? Why did she even leave him? I thought to ask. “Donovan,” I leaned towards his ear. “Why did she leave you?” “I'm a college professor, working 8-3 PM and sometimes spending off school hours researching, I can't give her all the attention she needs.” “What's that?” I sneered. “Really clingy!” I murmured, nearly inaudible. I smiled as my eyes clashed with the little girl, I shook her hands from behind. It's thrilling how she smiled back at me. “She really likes you,” Donovan claimed. “How?” “Ever since her mom parted with me to be a single mother, she has never smiled with anyone, not even me when I come there to visit.” “Hmm.” It was obvious she thought the dad is the one that purposely left. Why is she then smiling with me? “Dad, who's she? Your new girl?” Adrenaline flew through my body causing an immediate spark. “What did you just say?” I asked, leaning closer and she chuckled, returning her gaze back to her dad. “Mom says she wants to remarry, I'm afraid she will even have time for me.” She burst into tears. I felt pity, hearing such a small girl go through this got me really pissed with the mother. “I wish we could see the mother, we will make her really hurt.” I vow-whispered into Miracle’s ear. “Yessss!” He approved, nodding seriously with affirmation. I took Vikky in my arms and immediately I got to console her, she kept quiet, sniffing. Her dad turned with a puzzled look. He twisted his neck to check her face well, Vikky was actually keeping quiet. “What a miracle!” Donovan acclaimed, clapping his hand in humor but she strained her hand, tapping on her dad's shoulder. “Please can you grant me one thing for Christmas please? Only one thing will make me really happy, lest I'll be sad.” Vikky begged with a sad, childish tone. “If it's me, I'll give her whatever she wants to make her happy.” I whispered quickly into Donovan’s ear. “Hhmm–” he nodded. “Say it.” He raised his hand seemingly determined to do it. Suspense filled the air as curiosity rocked my chest. I gave Donovan a secretive look as to what his daughter would want. “Marry her so she can become my mother and stay with me forever!” My legs instantly grew weak, I staggered backwards, having to drop her to the ground. The air grew thicker with this question, Donovan stared at me, lips parted, eyes roaming in mini-confusion. “Will you?” Vikky repeated. “What are you doing there?” Suddenly our atmosphere got caught with the onset of a sudden voice. I turned suspecting it to be Donovan’s wife, the one Vikky wanted me to replace. “Alicia?” “Maya?” We stood both puzzled, eyes widened, jaw dropped and hands on waist in shock. “Do you know her?” Donovan mumbled, face twisted with disgust. “My sister.” The words got forced out of my mouth. “She left the house three years ago, telling mom and dad she's going to work abroad and since there no one has heard from her.” My heart pierced with a tough anger. Why did she make us worry too much, not knowing she was chilling here with– I remembered Vikky’s deal with us. “I want her over my mom,” Vikky repeated again, so boldly. I glanced over Donovan and Alicia, I bit my bottom lip in nervousness. The battle was just set to begin.