My Jealous Alpha Stepbrother
Chapter 20

Avery

So much for trying to stay away from Lydia. The little troublemaker is currently snuggled up to me. Her nose whistles as she breathes, and I cannot keep myself from inhaling her.

So fruity.

So small.

So f*ucking precious.

What is the matter with me?

I shouldn’t fall for this one and shouldn’t be spending my morning with her. I have alpha work to do. Lydia might be studying at college, preparing herself for human life, but my job consists of trying to train werewolves to become warriors.

Instead, I’m lying in bed with my soon-to-be stepsister, allowing her to use my large pecs as her pillows. She is all over me, and the oddest thing is that I don’t mind; I like the warmth of her body.

I’m so whipped already…

I stay in place for a few minutes, enjoying having Lydia spread over my chest until she awakens. “Avery?”

“Mhm?”

“Is it morning already?” She mumbles.

“It is,” I smile down at her. Her eyes can barely stay open, and strands of her brown hair are glued to the drool on her cheek. She looks both crazy and adorable. “Did you sleep well?”

“Yeah, it was much better than…—” Lydia gasps. “Wait! What are you doing in my bed?!”

“Your bed?” I blink at her, and then I smirk once seeing her reddening face. “This is my bed, and sleeping together was part of our deal. Have you forgotten this already?”

“Yes, but… Aren’t this… Aren’t we too close?”

I chuckle. “Maybe?”

“Then I should—”

“No,” I calmly interrupt and hold her still before she can bolt away from me. My palm presses against her back while my pecs remain where she rests her head. I like feeling her weight on me and smile. “This actually isn’t that bad…”

Lydia seems surprised by my willingness to cuddle. I’m shocked too. It’s not like me, but she is turning me into a teddy bear. It’s pathetic, yet I can’t do anything about it.

I almost freaking purr when Lydia takes the liberty to squeeze my biceps while lying over me. My e.rection stills, and it gets worse when she straddles me, thighs on either side of me.

And then she wiggles.

FREAKING wiggles.

A growl, more aroused than angry, leaves my l!ps. “You’re doing that on purpose, aren’t you?”

Lydia snickers. “Don’t you know anything about how we women operate? Of course, I’m going this on purpose.”

I meet her eyes as she sits on top of me, right over my c0ck. Her hands are kneading my pecs, and I glare at her.

“I don’t remember asking for s*x,” I say. Even if I replace Lydia s.eductive, I still like to keep some resemblance of dignity.

Lydia, however, chuckles. She knows my control is an illusion right now and keeps dry-humping my c0ck while wearing se.xy lingerie. It’s plain t0rture and gets me even more worked up.

“Oh, are you getting harder?” Lydia teases.

I shift underneath her, the heat from her swollen s*x only worsens the tension, yet I’m determined to lie.

“No. I’m good.”

Lydia bites her lower l!p, and then she throws off the blanket. This allows me to see every inch of her smooth skin. She is gorgeous, and my nostrils flare when she removes her panties.

Holy—

Why is she so w.et?! That’s not fair! She is playing dirty, and her smile tells me she knows it too!

“Oh, Avery. I love how much bigger you are than me… Such a beautiful alpha. Muscular, tall, and beautiful…”

Lydia is kneading my abs. I know I shouldn’t react to her words, but when her soft hand replaces mine over my head and fits, I move my lower body and lose all sense of self-control.

My c0ck is inching closer to her w.etness like a magnet drawing me nearer. Our fingers entwine, and Lydia humps against my e.rection, teasing me by showing me how w.et she is.

“You’re so large, Avery,” Lydia says breathlessly. Her small and smooth little body doing its best to s.educe me. “I love your c0ck.”

That does my head in. My d**k is a traitor; he won’t back down before getting what he wants: Lydia.

Her eyes are on mine, entirely aware of the raging war inside my head. My body is losing an intense battle with itself. I’m angry at myself for being so goddamn hard.

And Lydia is a little sadist.

She runs her hands over my abs and pecs with feigned innocence, knowing damn well her touch is enough to make me shudder. And with her small b.reasts in my face? Pfft, she isn’t playing fair.

Her scent is twirling in my nose, and her cunt right above my d**k sends pulsations into my spine.

“Do you want me, Avery?”

I growl. “f**k yes.”

She smirks. The little evil queen actually smirks. “This time, I won’t hand it to you that easily. I’m in charge.”

I snort at that and lift my eyebrows. “Oh, you’re in charge, huh?”

“That’s right.”

“So you don’t think I could easily wrestle you down and take you however I damn well pleased?”

Smiling, her body leans forward, fingers replaceing the bulk of my bicep and landing there. She squeezes and m0ans, teasing me even more by letting me know she is as into me as I’m into her.

“You wouldn’t take what you wanted,” Lydia breathes. “I dare you to keep your control for as long as possible.”

The little shithead!

“What?!” I bark. “But why?”

She shrugs. “Just for fun… Unless you’re too weak for that?”

Weak? Me? The freaking alpha?!

“I’m not weak!” I scowl.

“Then try to resist me.”

I gr0an, head hitting the pillow hard as I try to ignore the gorgeous woman playing with my body. I begin counting, one, two, three, four, in a piss-poor attempt at some semblance of self-control.

It doesn’t help!

I count to five, and that’s as high as my brain goes because Lydia is s.ucking on my n!pple. It makes me whimper, ACTUALLY whimper! It’s pathetic. I should be the alpha, but Lydia is toying with my body. Freaking s.eductress. Does she know how se.xy she is?

My eyes close, and my c0ck slaps against my lower abs. Lydia’s soft, exploratory k!sses over my chest. She then moves up the column of my neck and gently nuzzles beneath my ear.

“You’re so pretty to look at,” Lydia whispers. “And right now, you’re entirely mine, Avery.”

Whoa, what the heck?!

There is no f.ucking way Lydia is in control right now! No. Way. She is too naïve and gentle. In my gut, I know that I’m the dominant one. No way it will ever be the other way around.

Though, a voice at the back of my head says, “Why not let her be in charge for once?”

So what the hell—I give in to the pleasure and keep myself in place. It would be too easy to push Lydia down and take control. I’m stronger than her, more massive, but her toying with me is turning me on.

“I’m going to leave little bite marks all over your body just to tease you, Avery. I know you’re hard; I know that you want me, but I won’t give it to me before you admit I’m in charge right now.”

I shudder when she whispers those flirty words into my ear. She might as well be whispering lines from a porno. My brain is working overtime, trying to figure out why I’m so hard, but coming up with nothing.

Am I attracted to Lydia, the omega? Yes.

Do I want to bang Lyda? Yes.

Do I care about our differences right now? fu*ck no.

I want her, but my desire terrifies me.

So I stay in place, afraid to move. My steely length is already painfully hard, and if it touches Lydia’s w.etness again, then—

I gr0an when her sweet entrance teases the top of my c0ck. She wiggles and circles around it, drenching it in her juices. I’m close to dying, but this time, Lydia has mercy on me.

She sinks into me and relaxes into me, tight and warm. Clenching. The hum of electricity shooting up my spine is overwhelming, and Lydia lowers her head to mine.

Her l!ps are so close, so I give in, just this once.

L!ps grazing.

Teasing.

Again and again, we k!ss softly while she works herself up and down my hardened c0ck.

It’s soft and tantalizing, and surprisingly, I’m close to releasing my load in her right away from all the teasing.

Somehow, I manage to keep control, though. Even as Lydia squeezes my pecs, her small b.reasts bounce as she fu*cks me.

“You’re gorgeous…” I tell her, eyes kept on her blue. “And you’re so goddamn tight. It’s almost impossible not to c.um…”

Her l!ps curl, and she briefly holds herself right above mine. Inches apart and whispering. “You can’t come yet, Avery… I want you to swell inside of me again… That feels so good…”

“It’s already happening, babe,” I gr0an, feeling my c0ck getting larger inside her w.et folds. It brings us more pleasure, and suddenly I’m not the only one m0aning.

“Oh, Avery…” Lydia sits upright, arching her back while bouncing up and down even faster. “I can’t hold myself back… Oh god… It’s coming… I’m so close…”

I watch her, transfixed by her gorgeous body, as her first org*asm makes her convulse and shake on top of me. So freaking se.xy. I come right with her, and I hope she is on birth control because the load is enormous.

I’m so turned on by this woman. Not fated mates my a.ss—I don’t give a f*uck about that as I watch Lydia squirm on top of me. She is m0aning on top of me, so damn beautiful that I wish I had a camera.

That pleasure written over her face and that smile?

Gorgeous, so gorgeous.

I thrust against her, and Lydia topples down. She is tired and exhausted from her first org*asm, but that’s alright. I can work for the both of us and keep lifting my a.ss up and down.

“I’m tingling all over…” Lydia is panting and digging her fingers into my biceps while I f*uck her with my arms locked behind my head. “You have the most magnificent c0ck ever.”

Her compliment goes straight to my head—I didn’t think I could possibly like her more, but I do. Everything about this fantastic werewolf woman makes me dumb: the way she touches me and fits me like a glove. Not to forget her se.xy smile.

“K!ss me again,” I demand.

Lydia smiles and rests her l!ps over mine.

I inhale the scent of her skin and perfume before diving in. We lock tongues while I c.aress her smooth, soft body with the pads of my calloused thumbs.

I hope that I’m not hurting her. She is delicate, while my hands are rough from working hard and being the alpha. My touch feels clumsy, but Lydia’s m0ans are all I need to understand that she enjoys me squeezing her a.ss in my giant palms while thrusting into her.

“Oh, Avery…” she m0ans against my l!ps. “It feels so… Ahhh… Ahhh… Oh my… Oh my…” Lydia breaks the k!ss to scream in pleasure. “Oh my god, Avery! Yes! Yes!”

I speed up my pace, gr0aning into her mouth when she k!sses me passionately again. She presses closer with a little hum, small b.reasts brushing my large pecs, our breaths mingling.

We can’t get enough of each other.

Lydia’s exploring hands are in my short hair, gliding along my ripped shoulders, gripping, feeling, and memorizing every hard line of my upper t0rso. She is touching me like she has never felt a man’s pecs before or their arms, chest, or muscles.

She is touching me like I’m touching her, and before I know it, another wave of pleasure surges between us. Lydia is m0aning, and so am I, lost to the sensation of the bliss pulsating in my core.

The best part is that the org*asm doesn’t stop. Lydia realizes this too, and sits up to ride me harder to bring more pleasure to us both. She is so se.xy. I reach out with my hands, cupping her small b.reasts.

I can fit my entire hand over them. Small but firm. I slide the pads of my thumbs over Lydia’s n!pples. Toying with her b.reast until Lydia is m0aning even louder above me.

It drives me insane, and I continue to play with her. Her t!ts are small, but the size doesn’t even matter. She feels perfect. Se.xy. Beautiful. Mine.

I smile at her, and Lydia smiles back before coming down to k!ss me again. Her eager tongue immediately mingles with mine. She tastes delicious, like the type of woman I want to make mine.

Would it be so bad to claim her at my choosing ball?