Chapter 1: Caught in the Scent
The air in my old family home was thick with nostalgia and something else—something forbidden. I’d come to visit my Aunt Leta, a striking woman of 60, whose sharp wit and commanding presence had always left me a little off-balance. Her silver hair framed a face that still turned heads, and her piercing green eyes held secrets I’d never dared to uncover. Until today.
I’d just returned from a run, my muscles aching, sweat clinging to my skin, when I noticed my bedroom door ajar. Odd. I’d left it shut. Pushing it open, I froze. There she was—Aunt Leta, standing by my bed, my running shorts pressed to her nose, her eyes closed as she inhaled deeply. My heart slammed against my ribs. What the hell?
‘Leta,’ I said, my voice low, a mix of shock and something darker stirring in me. ‘What are you doing?’
She didn’t flinch. Instead, she lowered the fabric slowly, her lips curling into a sly, unapologetic smirk. ‘Nik, darling,’ she purred, her voice like velvet with a razor edge. ‘Didn’t your mother teach you to knock?’
I stepped closer, the heat of my run still radiating off me, my breath uneven. ‘Didn’t she teach you not to sniff a man’s dirty laundry? Or is this some new family tradition I missed?’
Her laugh was sharp, cutting through the tension like a blade. ‘Oh, Nik, don’t play the innocent. I’ve seen the way you look at me. Like a wolf eyeing a feast. I just wanted a taste of what’s been driving me mad.’ She tossed the shorts onto the bed, her gaze locking with mine, daring me to react.
I swallowed hard, my pulse racing. ‘You’re out of your mind, Leta. This is... wrong.’ But even as I said it, I felt the pull, the forbidden heat pooling low in my gut. She was a force, unyielding, and I was caught in her storm.
‘Wrong?’ She stepped closer, her scent—jasmine and something primal—hitting me like a punch. ‘Wrong is pretending we don’t feel this. I’m not some fragile flower, Nik. I take what I want. And right now, I want to know if you’re as hard as I think you are.’ Her eyes flicked down, and I knew she could see the evidence of my struggle.
‘Jesus, Leta,’ I muttered, my voice rough, my control slipping. ‘You don’t play fair.’
‘Fair?’ She arched a brow, her hand brushing my chest, sending a jolt through me. ‘I play to win. Now, are you going to stand there sweating and panting, or are you going to show me what a man like you can do?’
My breath hitched as her fingers trailed lower, teasing the edge of my waistband. I was hard, achingly so, and she knew it. The room felt smaller, the air charged with a current neither of us could deny. I grabbed her wrist, not to stop her, but to pull her closer, her body pressing against mine. Her lips parted, and I saw the hunger in her eyes, raw and unashamed.
‘You’re a damn wildfire, Leta,’ I growled, my other hand sliding to her hip, feeling the strength beneath her curves. ‘You’re going to burn us both.’
‘Good,’ she shot back, her voice dripping with challenge. ‘I like the heat.’
Our lips were inches apart, the tension unbearable. I could feel her breath, hot and quick, matching mine. My cock strained against my pants, and I knew she felt it too, her smirk telling me she reveled in the power she held. Whatever line we were about to cross, there was no turning back.
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