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Two days later
I walked up to the kitchen and a heavenly scent floated to my nose. Inhaling deeply, I wondered what the girls were baking today. Bridget, Cat, and some of the other old ladies liked to experiment in the kitchen. The results were always delicious, but this smell was different somehow.
Strolling into the large room, I halted abruptly in my tracks when I found myself staring at the most perfect ass I’d ever seen in my life. All the blood in my body rushed straight to my groin. The woman’s skirt was so short, I could see a hint of her lacy white panties until she pulled something out of the oven and stood. It was hot as fuck, but then my mood immediately soured at the realization that if I’d seen them, anyone else could have too.
But I was distracted from my unexpected moment of lunacy—who was jealous of a chick they’d never even met—by the sensuous movement of her body. The tray held cookies, yet I immediately knew the mouthwatering aroma I’d smelled before was her. Her body was lean and sleek, medium height. She had long, dark brown hair that hung in soft waves to the top of her ass. When she turned to set the tray on the counter and gave me a view of her profile, I sucked in a sharp breath at how fucking beautiful she was.
The sound must have drawn her attention because she turned toward me, and I promptly swallowed my tongue. She had big, twinkling brown eyes, a cute nose, and a rosebud mouth that was meant to be wrapped around my shaft.
Her tits were small but perfectly shaped for my hands. She was thin, but not skinny, all toned muscle and smooth tan skin. Her hips still had the sweetest swell, and I knew they would be perfect for one of my hands to hold while the other yanked her gorgeous long hair as I pumped my cock into her tight pussy.
I shook my head trying to dispel the images before my big, hard dick broke through my jeans and scared the shit out of her.
She smiled as her gaze swept over me. When her eyes returned to my face, they were filled with heat. That was the moment she sealed her fate. This woman was mine. I didn’t care who I had to go through to have her. In the end, she would be wearing my cut and ring, while carrying my baby in her belly.
“Dax,” I managed to grunt.
“Pardon?” she asked with a sweet giggle.
I cleared my throat and sauntered over to lean against the counter a foot or so from her.
“I’m Dax.”
“Oh! Right...um, I know.” She blushed, and it was sexy as fuck. “I’m Arya.”
And just like that, the world crashed and burned around me.
Fuck. This was Nova’s sister. His almost eighteen-year-old sister.
I should’ve turned on my heel and walked out. Left her behind and forgot all about her. I should have done a lot of things. Everything but what I did.
Instead, I closed the distance between us and cupped her neck, pulling her in for a quick but deep kiss. It would have to hold me for a couple of months.
When I pulled back, her eyes were glazed, her skin flushed, and her lips a little swollen. So very fuckable.
“Stay away from other men,” I commanded. “Including the little fuckers you go to school with. Do you understand? No one touches you.”
“Umm…” She looked confused, but she nodded, making me feel a little less on edge.
“See you soon, baby.” With one more fast but softer kiss, I stalked from the kitchen to go hide like a fucking coward in my room.
I watched her from afar all week, but never got close or let her know I was there. My good girl kept her distance from any men, scurrying away if they attempted to touch her.
When she finally left to go home, I was torn between relief and anguish. The only way I was able to keep myself from going after her was by putting a plan into motion. I had two months to get everything ready, and then I was coming for her.
I had been completely serious when I’d laid claim to her. She was mine, and no one was going to stand in my way—not even Nova. And my plan would make sure of it.
2
Arya
“Arya,” the girl sitting behind me hissed after kicking my chair. I jerked awake, my eyes popping open as my head whipped up. Luckily, our calculus teacher hadn’t noticed that I had fallen asleep because he was busy scribbling on the board. He was still working on the solution to the same problem from when I’d started to drift off, so my eyes must have only been closed for a minute or two. He was enough of a jerk that he’d drop my semester grade even though I’d never gotten into trouble during his class before. Unfortunately, he liked the sound of his own voice a little too much, which made it hard to stay awake when I was so darn tired.