Fucking My Brother's Best Friend

Sienna

I can barely draw a single breath into my burning lungs as Ryker’s thick cock glides deep inside my slick pussy. His thrusts are slow, heavy, and deliberate, deliberately filling the hollow, agonizing spaces that grief has violently carved out of my soul today. His broad, calloused hands slide underneath my bare thighs, gripping the flesh firmly before he angles my hips higher and pushes his hard penis forward, burying himself completely inside my tight warmth.

I gasp, my spine arching off the mattress. My fingers twist into the tangled bedsheets, gripping the fabric like a lifeline as his skin slaps against mine. The friction is a blistering heat. Just this morning, the world as we knew it officially ended. We stood in the freezing, bone-chilling damp of the pack cemetery and laid our parents to rest side by side. My mother and father. His mother and father. The formidable Alphas of neighboring packs, their lives mercilessly snuffed out together in a sudden, tragic mountain crash.

By all rights, I should be back home at the pack house right now. I should be standing strong next to my older brother, Kaelen, mourning alongside our shattered people, letting the pack comfort me the way wolves are naturally supposed to. Instead, I am entirely consumed by this desperate, intoxicating intimacy, drowning in the sheets of Ryker’s bed, letting my brother’s best friend fuck me like he absolutely owns me.

He is the man I have secretly wanted for years. I have ached for him in the shadows, silently watching him from across crowded rooms, pretending I didn't notice the way his dark eyes would linger on my body. But right now, as he kisses me with a desperate, bruising force to swallow my loud moans, the blistering heat of his body is the only thing in the universe that feels remotely real.

"Sienna," he groans against my throat, his hot breath sending a shiver over my sweat-slicked collarbone.

I wrap my legs around his waist, taking his hard cock even deeper into my aching vagina. He drives into me again, the rhythm picking up, skin slapping loudly against skin. The moonlight streaming through his bedroom window catches the sheen of sweat coating his muscular chest. His left hand slips between our bodies, his thumb finding my swollen clit. He rubs the sensitive nub firmly, sending sparks of intense, blinding pleasure straight through my nervous system. I tilt my head back, and a loud, needy moan rips from my throat. Immediately, Ryker closes the distance and crushes his mouth against mine. It is a raw, punishing kiss, his tongue sweeping into my mouth, attempting to silence the agonizing reality waiting for us outside this bedroom.

I don't want this to stop. At some point in the chaotic tangle of limbs, he flips us over, pinning my back to the mattress. He spreads my thighs wider, gripping my hips as he continues to thrust his cock in and out of my dripping pussy. His dark, heavy eyes trace every curve of my naked body, his jaw clenched tight with focus and sorrow. I lean up, pressing my bare breasts against his chest, digging my nails into his broad shoulders.

The pleasure builds, sharp and overwhelming. The intense physical sensation completely blocks out the haunting image of the four wooden caskets lowering into the wet dirt. He pumps his hips faster, knocking the remaining breath from my lungs, driving his penis deep into my core, pushing me right to the edge. When we finally come together, climaxing in a shared rush of desperate energy, I scream his name into his mouth. My vaginal walls clench violently around his pulsing cock as he unloads his climax deep inside me.

For a suspended, breathless second, we lie tangled together. I can feel the erratic thud of his heart against my chest and smell the distinct mix of his woodsy cologne and our shared sweat. My inner wolf purrs with profound contentment. She hasn't felt a moment of peace since we received the devastating phone call about the accident. It feels so perfectly right. It feels exactly like coming home.

But the beautiful, fragile illusion shatters into a million jagged pieces the exact second he pulls his body away from mine. With a slick sound, his cock slides out of my pussy, severing our physical connection. He sits on the very edge of the bed, planting his feet on the hardwood floor, his broad back turned completely to me. The sudden physical and emotional distance between us instantly feels like an uncrossable, terrifying chasm. The warmth vanishes, replaced by a freezing chill that seeps right into my bones.

"This can't happen again," he says. His voice strips away all the warmth of the last hour, leaving only a rough, freezing cold tone that slices through the quiet room.

My heart physically stops beating. I knew reality would eventually set in, but I never expected the axe to drop this brutally fast. "Ryker..." I breathe out, my voice trembling.

"You're like a sister to me." He stands up abruptly, reaching down to grab his discarded jeans off the floor. He shoves his legs into the denim, not even glancing in my direction. "That's all you've ever been. All you'll ever be."

The devastating words hit me straight in the chest like a physical, violent blow. A sister. He has known me for my entire life, watched me grow from a child into a woman. But I have never felt like his sister. And he certainly wasn't looking at me like a brother when he was buried deep inside my body just moments ago.

My hands tremble violently as I grab the tangled bedsheets, pulling them up over my naked breasts and stomach, suddenly feeling horribly exposed. "Don't," I whisper, desperately begging him. "Please, don't say such cruel things. Not after the profound, soul-baring connection we just shared..."

"After what we just did?" He snaps his head around to face me. His dark eyes are incredibly heavy with an unmistakable, crushing regret. "We just made the biggest mistake of our lives, Sien. We're grieving. We're completely out of our minds, and we..." He lets out a harsh breath, running a frustrated, angry hand through his messy hair. "Fuck. Your brother is going to absolutely kill me if he ever finds out."

"Kaelen doesn't have to know," I plead, my voice cracking.

"That is not the point!" He grabs his shirt and yanks it aggressively over his head, every single movement sharp and fueled by angry panic. "The point is that this should never have happened. I was supposed to protect you. Not take advantage of you during my weakness."

"You didn't take advantage—"

He completely dismisses my tearful protests. "We were both hurting. We still are. And that blinding grief was the only reason we did something this stupid." With a few sharp sentences, he mercilessly reduces our passionate night to a stupid, regrettable mistake born out of mutual pain and the terrifying realization of Kaelen's potential wrath.

"Get some sleep," he tells me curtly, his tone entirely devoid of affection as he moves toward the bedroom door. "I'll drive you home first thing in the morning."

"Ryker, wait—"

But he is already walking straight out of the room. He turns his back and doesn't look back. The heavy wooden door clicks shut behind him with a sickening finality that makes my entire chest ache with a fresh, unbearable agony.

I stare blankly at the dark ceiling while my wolf whimpers pathetically in the agonizing pain of rejection. The harsh, painful reality firmly sets in. I allowed my overwhelming grief to completely delude me into thinking he finally saw me as a grown woman. But to him, I am absolutely nothing more than Kaelen's pathetic baby sister.

The next morning, I refuse to wait for him to drive me home. I am not some fragile little thing that desperately needs his protection, and I refuse to endure a silent, suffocating car ride with a man who can't even look me in the eye. I walk back to my pack territory alone before the sun rises.

Over the course of the next three torturous days, I am completely suffocated. The pack house is haunted by the lingering memories of my dead parents, their absence a gaping void in every room. But worse than that is the crushing, agonizing distance Ryker has deliberately placed between us. Whenever he comes around, he treats me like an absolute stranger. He keeps a wide physical perimeter, acting exactly as if I am just a burden he is forced to tolerate.

I simply cannot survive this. I make my definitive choice.

Sitting alone in my bedroom, I open my laptop and book a one-way flight to London. I pull my suitcases from the closet and begin packing my bags. When Kaelen finds me, I lie straight to his face. I tell him that I just need some space to figure out who I am in a world without our parents, that the grief of staying in our childhood home is too much to bear.

I absolutely do not tell him the real reason I am running away.

I don't tell him that I am hopelessly, irreversibly in love with his best friend. I don't tell him about the way my body still aches for Ryker's touch, or how staying near him and watching him distance himself will absolutely destroy whatever is left of me.

Some secrets are simply too dangerous to ever speak aloud, especially to family.