My Jealous Alpha Stepbrother
Chapter 117

Tarryn

Having a man inside my room is strange, and that is what Alex is. Nothing about him is boyish. He is a prime example of what the man in my dreams would look like, and I suspect that’s part of why we are mates. The moon goddess is a star for giving him to me.

Now, if only she could also give some self-confidence to talk to him in his human form, that would be nice.

“I like your book collection,” Alex says and holds up a romance book while his lips form a smirk. The dimple on his cheek is showing. “Is there a lot of dirty, steamy s*x in this one?”

My eyes zero in on the alien romance book he is holding, and a silent gasp leaves my lips. I hadn’t noticed which romance book he was holding—that one is embarrassing. Good, but I don’t want Alex to read it, and I shriek when his fingers leaf through the first pages.

“No!” I shout and lunge forward with my arms outstretched. I reach for the book, hoping to grab it. “Don’t read it!”

Alex quickly holds the book above my head, amusement flashing over his dark and handsome features. “You want this?”

“Yes, give it back!”

“Make me.”

I try to jump for the book, and there is a sliver of a smile on Alex’s face when I miss grabbing it. But I’m persistent. I try to jump again, and a laugh vibrates and barrels through me when I crash into his chest, nose first into his warm skin.

A hand touches my back, straightening me with ease. Blushing, I look up, and Alex’s face looks rather smug. “Right, you’re a cuddler—how could I possibly forget?”

My eyes narrow, and I rake my brain for a comeback, but I say nothing once I see the light teasing in his eyes. He is still holding me and places the book on my desk.

“Do you think the bathtub is filled yet?” He asks and lifts his eyes to the bathroom door. “I haven’t had a bath in… well… years,” his lips twist into a wistful smile. “I might only have been gone from this world for a couple of hours, but I’m fairly certain I’m older than seventeen.”

“You look older,” my cheeks burn when he peers down at me with his curious eyes.

“Too old?”

“No! Hell no! You look older, but not like old-old… you look to be in your twenties? Twenty-six? Twenty-seven?”

To my surprise, Alex stares at me, wide-eyed and silent, until laughter erupts from his mouth. “Hell no, huh?”

It’s ridiculous how easily he can make me blush and get nervous. My heart is hammering again, all because he laughed.

But I can’t help it.

Alex is just so… hot now. He was attractive before, but with a little aging, it’s absurd how good-looking he is. And combined with his mischievous personality? Call me a goner.

“Well…” I drawl. “You’re not too old.”

“Good,” now smiling, Alex glances at the bathroom again. “Can we get into the bathtub now?”

“Yes, the bathtub should be filled. But you have to wash first,” I rake my eyes up and down Alex’s dirty body. “You’re muddy.”

“True…”

Alex looks down upon himself, and I can’t help but cast a glimpse at his groin area, whimpering when I see he is hard already. Hard and huge. Goodness me, I need water!

Suddenly, it feels like there isn’t enough oxygen in this room, and it gets worse when Alex chuckles. “It’s my first night alone with my beautiful mate; what did you expect?” He then adds. “Do you fear you won’t be able to take me? Is that why you’re blushing?”

“Oh no! No, I’m pretty sure I will be able to… I mean… I will stretch and adjust. It just might take longer, and okay… you’re huge. And I’m blabbering, and… I should just shut up.”

A smile stretches his lips. “I don’t mind you blabbering; it’s cute.”

“You think so?”

“Mhm.”

“Really?”

With a chuckle, Alex takes my hand and tugs me forward, leading me into the bathroom. This must be him saying he has had enough of this ridiculous conversation.

Still, I’m fluttering the entire way to the bathroom. Alex releases me and heads for the shower, smiling over his shoulder. “You get into the bathtub. I will join you after I’ve washed off the dirt.”

“Oh, okay.”

I take off my clothes, hesitating once it’s time to remove my panties. I nervously glance toward Alex. His broad, muscled back is turned toward me, making me relax. We are mates, but I’m still hesitant about showing myself naked.

I’m not strong and fit like the other werewolves in my pack. My body is short and curvy, VERY curvy. And while I know I’m not ugly, and I’ve had many men casting me lustful glances, I’m unsure of Alex’s preference. Does he like muscular females, or does he like them soft?

I guess we will soon replace out…

I throw my clothes on the floor and slip into the bathtub. The water is warm and perfect.

A pleased hum leaves my lips. I sit down in one of the corners, then, when I hear Alex finishing his shower, I quickly throw a bath bomb into the water. Hiding behind bubbles is my plan.

“I never knew you came from money,” Alex comments. When I look up, his face is the most adorable mix of curiosity and pride as he looks at my breasts, which I’m currently hiding halfway in the water. “Why are you hiding those from me? Aren’t I allowed to look?”

“Oh,” I awkwardly laugh. “I just like bubbles.”

“Sure.” He doesn’t sound convinced, but to my pleasant surprise, he doesn’t argue with me either.

He climbs into the bathtub and slides down on the opposite side of me. There is interest in his eyes. I can’t tell if it’s because I’m naked or because we have been apart for so long. It might be a mix of both.

Regardless, no one says anything, which only adds to my nerves. I don’t know what is expected of me, and I swallow thickly.

Am I supposed to be throwing myself over Alex? We are mates, and I know we should mate with each other, but I barely know him! I’m nervous and terrified of making the wrong move!

“What are you thinking about?” Alex asks, bringing me out of my thoughts.

I lift my eyes to his blue, and an easy smile spreads over his lips. His abs are covered by the bubbles, but his heavy pecs are not. I stare at them, noticing a bubble clinging to his hardened n****e.

“Tarryn?” I jerk in surprise, and Alex seems to stifle a laugh. “Did I interrupt something?”

“No…” I attempt a smile, but it’s wavering. “I’m just… I don’t know… this is a bit weird…”

A part of me wants to throw all caution to the wind and let my passion run wild, and the other fears Alex will reject me if I initiate something.

“I see…” Alex slumps his shoulders, sighing heavily. “Are you afraid of me?” Before I can answer, he adds. “The last thing I want is to make you uncomfortable, and I can assure you that you don’t have to worry about me making a move on you. I won’t touch you… unless you want me to.”

Wait. Why does it sound like Alex thinks I don’t want him? I stare at him, flabbergasted by the sad little smile on his lips. I don’t know what to say, and he grimaces, seeing this as a sign to better explain himself.

“I spent what felt like years in the other dimension,” he says and shrugs with a pained face. “Truthfully, I don’t remember much of the time you and I spent together. It was short-lived, but I remember your reluctance and telling me to prove I’m worth your time.”

“You remember nothing?”

His face scrunches up, and panic flits over his features. “No, that’s not what I meant! What I mean is that I was much younger then, and I hardly remember our conversations. But you’re still special to me. I still consider you my one and only friend.”

“So you think of me as your friend?” Does this mean he isn’t sexually attracted to me?

Alex laughs a little. “You might be my only friend now that I’m suddenly older than everyone I hung out with. I doubt I will return to playing college football anytime soon.”

Instead of letting him turn football into the main conversation, I decide to tackle the pink elephant in the room. “So am I only a friend to you? Are you not attracted to me?”

Shock fills Alex’s face, and then he laughs again. “Excuse me, did you not notice my hard-on earlier? Did you hit your head on your way to sit down in the bathtub? Did you also forget me calling you beautiful?”

I grow flustered. “I remember, but then you called me your friend, and now I’m just confused about what you want from me!”

“Isn’t it obvious?” His face has darkened, and undeniable desire has taken over his deep voice. “You’re my friend, but you’re also my mate. My very beautiful mate, whose pink little cunt I would love to lick clean. Does that answer your question?”

I gape at him. “R-right now?”

He smiles, but it’s mischievous. “Are you offering?” There is a feral gleam in his eyes. “Because I would love it if you came and sat on my face. You’re tiny, so I could hold you up all day and feast on you, my mate. Lick your wet cunt, suck your clit, and let you rub your juices over my face.”

A throbbing starts between my legs. “Rub my juices over your face?”

“Mhm,” he hums. “I’m not afraid of getting dirty. In fact, I love when things get messy. I love your scent even more. I would never want you to leave if your cunt tastes as amazing as you smell.”

I can’t believe the words of this man. I melt in my corner of the bathtub and turn all shy. I swear I’m blushing everywhere. I can’t believe he uses the word cunt! It’s so sexy!

“You like the way I smell?” I need to hear him say it again.

“Mhm, you have a sweet scent,” he shows a glimpse of his teeth in his amused smile. “So, how is it going to be, Tarryn? Do you want me eating you out or not?”

My skin feels feverish. I’m filled with yearning and need. A hunger I’ve never experienced before. Alex is sexy as f**k, and who am I to say no to being eaten out? I want everything he has to give.

But instead of answering, I stand in the bathtub and lock my eyes on his, hoping he is ready for me.