Forbidden Desire (Forbidden Omegaverse #5) Read Online Evangeline Anderson

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal Tags Authors: Series: Forbidden Omegaverse Series by Evangeline Anderson
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Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 68913 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
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Well, I found I couldn’t answer that without sounding like a pervert.

“It doesn’t matter that I’m your big brother—I’m also a man,” I pointed out at last. “It’s really hard not to notice when I can see your nipples poking through your fucking nightdress, baby.”

“Really?” She looked down at herself, as though surprised that her juicy pink nipples were so visible through the transparent fabric. They looked so ripe—just aching to be sucked. But no—I pushed the thought violently away from me.

The covers had gotten pushed down from my lap and I could feel my cock aching, pressing hard against the fabric of my sleep trousers. Delilah could plainly see what I was feeling because her eyes dropped to my crotch and then went wide.

“Oh, Cole,” she murmured, nodding at the tent my aching cock was making in my sleep trousers. “Did looking at me do that to you? Did…I make you hard?”

I frowned at her. Nobody could be this innocent—she must be doing this on purpose, right?

“Delilah,” I said, using her full name to let her know I was serious. “You can’t seriously tell me you’re coming to bed with me dressed in next to nothing for no reason.”

“What do you mean, Cole?” She shook her head.

“Look, I know why you’re doing this, but you don’t have to,” I told her. Leaning forward, I took one of her hands and squeezed gently. “I know you miss Mom and Dad—I do too. But you don’t have to seduce me to keep me with you.”

“Seduce you?” Her eyes flew wide and she pulled her hand out of mine. “Cole, what are you talking about?”

Suddenly, I felt like an even bigger jerk. What if she was telling the truth and this really was the only thing she had left to wear to bed? It was damn hard to think otherwise when her lovely, mismatched eyes were so filled with hurt.

“Okay, fine—maybe I got it wrong,” I mumbled. “But one way or another, I don’t think you’d better sleep in here tonight. Go sleep in the spare bedroom, baby.”

Her eyes filled with tears and she looked down at her hands for a minute. When she looked up at me, I could see her lush lower lip trembling.

“Is this because looking at me makes you hard?” She asked in a small voice. “Are…are you mad at me?”

I blew out a breath and raked my hand through my hair.

“No, baby—I’m not mad at you,” I told her. “It’s just…difficult to be around you when you’re dressed like that. It’s not like when we were younger. Whether you realize it or not, you’ve got a beautiful body now and it’s hard for me not to notice—even if you are my little sister.” I felt like a pervert admitting that, but what else could I say?

“All right, Cole,” she said, looking up. “You’re right—I wore this to bed on purpose. But not for the reason you think.”

“What reason could you possibly have, then?” I shook my head in bewilderment.

“I…” She licked her lips. “I wanted your opinion.”

“My opinion? Of what?” I asked.

“Of…of my body.” She nibbled her lush lower lip. “See, the last guy I was dating, he said…said that my breasts were too big.”

“Too big?” I asked incredulously. There’s almost no such thing as far as I’m concerned—but like I said, I’m a breast man and always have been.

But Delilah was nodding. To give her credit, she really is large in the chest—more than a Triple D, I’d say. Maybe even an E cup. Yet somehow she was still firm.

“The boy I was dating, he said that ‘more than a handful is too much.’ And, well, it really hurt my feelings and made me feel bad about myself. So I wanted your opinion as a man—I wanted to know if you think he’s right. Are they too big?”

And before I could stop her, she was untying the top of her babydoll nighty and spreading it wide, baring her full, luscious breasts for me completely.

“It’s okay, big brother,” she murmured, as I stared at her. “You can be honest.” And she leaned forward, so that her ripe nipples brushed my bare chest.

“No, baby,” I managed to get out at last, in a strangled voice. “No, they’re not too big. They’re perfect—fucking perfect.”

“But how can you say that? Charlie said they were too big because they overflowed his hands. See?”

And again, before I could stop her, she lifted my right hand and put it on her bare breast.

I should have pulled away at once. Instead, I reflexively cupped her full mound, feeling the tight pink nipple nestle into my palm.

“See?” Delilah asked, as we both stared down to where I was cupping my own little sister’s bare tit in my hand. “Even though your hands are really big, my breasts are still overflowing your fingers.”



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