Nicholas’s POV
I just got another message from the anonymous stalker using a different number even though I had blocked the previous number he contacted me with. My heart pounded in my chest as I shakily clicked on the message.
There were different photos of me on my screen, all taken today. Worse, even though I was hanging out with Elijah, he was not in any of the pictures. It was all me. Not even when I hung out with Jayden.
He was obviously targeting me alone and it terrified me so much that I threw my phone across the room, wanting to burst into tears. I was breathing heavily as I stared at my hands that wouldn’t stop trembling.
Just then, I heard a knock on my door and I yelped out loud, flinching so hard that I felt pain in my shoulder.
"Are you okay?" Elijah’s voice called out from outside the door and I let out a shaky breath as I walked to the door before opening it slowly. "What’s wrong? Why do you look so pale?"
Should I tell him? What if he didn’t believe me?
"I’m fine. I was just startled by the knock." I muttered and he raised a brow at me, not buying my words. "I’ll join you soon, I need to take a bath." I added but he walked into my room anyway.
"Want me to join you? I haven’t taken a bath yet either." He said with a flirty smirk as he pulled his shirt over his head and I gulped at the sight in front of me.
"You have your bathroom, go take a bath there." I replied as I picked up my phone from the ground, too terrified to look at the screen so I quickly turned it off completely. "What are you doing?"
I blinked in confusion as he took off his pants as well, making me turn away immediately.
"What does it look like I’m doing? I told you I’m taking a bath with you." He said with a flirty wink and my face burned. "Why are you shy? You’ve seen me like this before—"
"I was in heat." I cut him off immediately. "You can’t do this out of nowhere—"
"I can’t?" He whispered as he cornered me to the wall, pinning me between his warmth and the cold wall. "But I want to. You look so distracted. And I know you could use a little... pleasure."
"Eli..." I swallowed hard as I placed my hand on his chest, wanting to push him away. But I knew he was right, I could use a little help to get my mind away from the stalker.
And maybe I should just skip school for the next few days. The stalker can’t get me in here. I couldn’t help but wish he would leave me alone after not seeing me for a few days.
"Do you want me to stop?" He whispered as he helped me take off my shirt and I slowly shook my head. "Let’s hop in the shower now, shall we?"
He offered me his hand and I couldn’t help but take it.
I walked with him into the bathroom, and the moment he turned the water on, my back slammed against the wall as his lips moved through my body like he was trying to memorize every inch of me.
A soft whisper of his name left my lips as he wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me even closer to him.
I easily gave myself to him without hesitation because with him, it just felt... right?
He understood me more. He hung out with me more. And he didn’t exactly use me as the rest of the brothers did. But could I even fall for him? Was I allowed to?
"I love it when you call out my name." He whispered, his teeth tugging on my nipples and my back arched as I grabbed his hair gently. "Call me by my name."
"Elijah..." I moaned out as his hands massaged my ass cheeks, sending jolts of pleasure through me,
"Again."
"Elijah." I whimpered and then he slid a finger into my ass, making me jerk forward from the pleasure as I clung to him.
I wanted him to fuck me. No, I actually needed to be fucked desperately.
So when he spun me around and gave my ass a little smack, heat, pleasure and embarrassment coursed through me in expectation.
"You’re so perfect, Nick. Never forget that. My perfect little stepbrother." He muttered as he got on his knees, kissing down my back and tracing my body as he moved down.
It felt like he was appreciating every bit of my body until he got to his knees and I let out a soft, shaky breath.
Then he buried his face in between my ass cheeks, his tongue running up and down my rim and I couldn’t help but cry out in pleasure as I tried to grab the wall. This was more intoxicating than embarrassing as he ate my ass out and I could swear that I saw stars.
"Stroke that cock for me. Show me how much you wanna cum." I heard him mutter and I groaned as I started to stroke my cock, the pleasure making me jerk and tremble uncontrollably.
"E-eli... please..." I begged before I could stop myself, my strokes sloppy even as his tongue sent me to the stars and back.
"Hm? Please what?" He whispered as he bit down on my ass cheek, making me hiss in pleasure, mixed with pleasure.
"Can you..." My throat ran dry as I wanted to tell him what I really wanted. "Can you... fuck me? Please?" I whispered and he froze against me for a whole minute.
Maybe I shouldn’t have said anything.
"You want me to fuck you?" He whispered as he finally got up and I nodded, turning to look at him. He had a blank look on his face as he stepped away from me, making my heart sink.
"Elijah?" I called out, panic surging through me when he walked to the door without a word, and then slammed it shut.
What did I do wrong?
"Elijah, wait up!" I called out as I ran after him but he didn’t wait up. He quickly wore his clothes before I could even stop him, but before he could leave, I stopped him, still naked and my body dripping with water.
"Did I say something wrong? I mean... you could just forget what I said, right?" I said shakily but he didn’t glance at me at all. "Can you at least tell me what’s wrong?"
"Forget it, Nicholas. Don’t bother coming to my room anymore." He replied, his voice cold and just like that, he walked out of the room, leaving me speechless and confused.
What... Why? Did I make such a huge mistake by telling him to fuck me?
I stood there for a moment as I stared at the door, feeling like an idiot. He was the one who wanted to "distract" me. Why did he suddenly make it look like I forced myself on him?
I finally moved and collapsed on my bed, my eyes fixed on the ceiling. Was there something wrong with me?
When cold began to seep into my body, I had no choice but to finally get dressed even though my dick felt so hard. Maybe if I hadn’t spoken, maybe...
"Whatever." I muttered to myself, but I knew I was deceiving myself. I cared about what just happened and it bothered me.
After thinking and overthinking, I finally managed to sleep through the need to be fucked. When I woke up, it was already dark and I groaned, feeling my bones ache like I had been working in my sleep. Even my head was hurting already.
I grabbed my phone and turned it on, forgetting about the stalker for a little moment. But the moment the phone came on, I had another message from the anonymous number, making my heart fly to my throat.
You can’t hide forever. I will find you.
Under the message was a picture of me fast asleep, wearing the same clothes I was wearing currently. It felt like I had just been slammed by a bus as I realized that I was being stalked in the mansion too.
Whoever it was had access to my room and even planted a camera inside because I knew I locked my door after Elijah left.
With shaky hands, I pushed myself off the bed and looked around, trying to find the hidden camera. This was why I’d been feeling like I was being watched recently. Because I was actually being watched.
When I didn’t find anything, I had no choice but to grab my phone, sending a message back to the anonymous sender even as my fingers trembled.
Who are you? What do you want from me?
I hit send as my heart pounded loudly in my chest and when another message came in, I clicked on it immediately.
An omega’s worst nightmare.
Oh no.