My Jealous Alpha Stepbrother
Chapter 86

Josie

I invited Misha to watch a movie with me, not because I wanted him to pay attention to the TV, but to me. I mean, COME ON, isn’t this the oldest trick in the book?!

Apparently not. Misha is sitting a mile away from me on my king-sized bed. He is leaning against the bedframe with his arms parked behind his head. For an hour now, he hasn’t said a word, and those glowing eyes are focusing solely on the TV.

Did Misha seriously think this was a friendly gathering? I will have to be more obvious if that is the case.

Misha might just be happy to be spending time with me. Damn it. How do I make this romantic? Misha won’t make the first move since I told him I wouldn’t just directly mate with him. So this is on me.

f**k.

Why am I so stupid? Why did I realize that I liked him directly after I friendzoned him? Dang. I’m a total i***t. I want to k!ss him… touch him, and MAYBE even have s*x with him, but how?

How do I make the first move without it being too obvious but still obvious enough, so he knows what is up? Because the last thing I want is to make Misha laugh at me.

My head is making no sense! I’m overthinking this!

Quickly, I glance at Misha. His face is lighted up by the blue light from the TV, and when he doesn’t look at me, I scooch a little closer to him. It’s a small gesture, yet my heart is racing.

Misha is shirtless, and his lower half is under the blankets. My n.aked leg touches his under the blanket, making him peer down at me, eyebrows raised in surprise.

“Umm… Josie?” Misha breathes a laugh. “Don’t you have pretty of space over there?”

Doesn’t he want me this close?

“I’m cold…” I lie and flop down my head to lean it against his shoulder.

“You seem pretty warm to me.”

Seriously?!

“I’m getting tired, and I’ve had nightmares recently,” I’m totally making this s**t up as I go, but it’s clear I have to try harder. “I feel safer when I’m close to you. Stay the night with me.”

Misha hesitates, so I cling to his arm, wanting him to give in. If he tells me to sleep alone and makes a move to go, I will cry in frustration. I need him to stay with me, but the guy is dense!

Doesn’t he understand what I’m trying to do?!

Probably not… he is still a man.

Luckily, Misha reaches for the remote and turns off the TV. Then, in the darkness, he shifts on the bed. His arms go around me, zero hesitation in him this time.

“I will stay with you,” he tells me, and one big hand winds up in my hair, stroking tenderly. “If you have been having nightmares, it’s better if I sleep in your bed.”

Tears prickle behind my eyelids. He is so thoughtful and sweet, my mate. I could weep at that, but I have a mission in mind. Tonight isn’t about snuggling but me making a move on him!

I bury my face in his chest, content when the scent of Misha wafts into my nostrils. The smell of one’s mate is like an addicting drug, and I wrap my arms tighter around him, plastering myself to his huge body.

He is so muscular. I stroke my hand over his chest, and Misha turns tense. I’m totally taking advantage of him, but I can’t stop. I want him so badly that it hurts. Why did I say that thing about needing romance?

I saw this guy take down a demonic snake in less than three seconds, and he is thoughtful, nice, lovely, and respectful toward his mother, and I just know Misha would make a great husband.

… well, that part will come much later, but I want us to have s*x. Fantastic hot s*x where I can put my hands all over Misha and just relish that this big guy is mine.

My hand is on a mission to go further south, but Misha grabs my hand and inhales breathily. “Maybe don’t touch me there…”

I freeze, not sure if I heard him correctly. Why doesn’t he want me stroking his private parts? Ugh. Is this him rejecting me?

“Oh… sorry…” I smile in the dark and move my hand back to his t0rso, c.aressing his chiseled abs. He is breathing weirdly, and I nestle my nose between his pecs, murmuring into his skin.

“I’m afraid I will have that same nightmare…” I’m disgusting for lying, but I need more than this. “Could you hold me tighter?”

Misha hesitates.

I’m afraid he will see through my obvious scheme and call me out, but to my delight, he doesn’t. He holds me tighter, and his fingers stroke my hair again, carefully, as if making sure I’m really okay with this.

Thoughtful, so very thoughtful, but I want MORE. I barely resist the urge to let my hand travel back to Misha’s groin because that would send him the message needed: f**k me.

It would be dirty and wrong, but do I even care? The answer is nope, I don’t care. I might be a v!rgin, though that doesn’t mean I’m dead. I’m a red-blooded female, Misha is my mate, and he is n.aked and delicious and lying right next to me—to hell with being nervous!

I k!ss his chest, lost in how soft his skin is and how I’m entirely enveloped by his full body—my big, sweet mate. I close my eyes and rub against his pecs, loving the feel of them.

Misha softly chuckles above me. “Comfortable?” I can feel his hand stroking up and down my back.

“I love it…” I tell him and inhale deeply, hoping I didn’t sound too nervous when I spoke.

But Misha probably already knows I am.

My heart is racing a mile per minute. Truthfully, I’m a shy girl, but my l**t is winning over my nerves… but frankly, Misha’s touch is making me w.etter between my legs. It’s enough to make my face burn.

I should be the one with the upper hand, damn it! I’m the one trying to seduce Misha, but his hand on my skin… so good. I want to rub against him like a cat in heat. Eat him up alive.

So what do I do?

I get closer to him until the front of my swollen s*x is aligned with his c**k, and… he is already hard.

Realization dawns on me.

Misha probably didn’t want me to touch him there because he wouldn’t be able to control himself. It wasn’t because he didn’t want me because, holy s**t, this man wants me! He is rock-hard and huge!

My mate sucks in a deep breath, tensing up against me. He doesn’t say anything, and I go in for the kill. I place my hand on his c**k. His velvety smooth and veiny, warm.

I let out a little m0an. My mouth is watering at just how big Misha is, and I can’t entirely circle my fingers around his girth. Still, it doesn’t stop me from trying as I continue to feel him up and stroke him.

Misha g****s but to my utter disappointment, he removes my hand from his crotch. “Josie… what are you doing?”

“Touching you?” It’s obvious what I’m doing.

“But didn’t you just want to be friends? You talked about romance and made it sound like you wanted me to woo you.”

Since I’m unsure how to tell him, “I changed my mind, and I’m horny as hell,” I decide to push ahead with my plan of seducing him.

I open my mouth and flick his n****e with my tongue, k!ssing all over his chest. My hand strokes his abs and the area above his c**k while I make out with his insanely ripped t0rso.

Misha is such a work of art. I can’t help the little m0an escaping me. I’m working myself w.etter, and the next breath hisses from Misha’s lungs. I see it as permission to touch him elsewhere, and my hand returns to his c**k, which is so warm, thick, and perfect.

I can smell Misha’s growing arousal and bite back another m0an of excitement. It pleases me that I’m the reason for his state of mind. Misha wants me—I feel powerful and rub my w.et p***y against him.

I’m so empty without him.

Misha g****s in frustration. “I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do here… do I have your consent?”

I almost laugh at that.

Here I am, acting like I’m in heat, and Misha asks me if he has my consent? He is such a sweet guy.

“Of course, you have my consent.”

“Are you sure?”

“Misha…” the frustration in my voice can be heard from a mile away, and I boldly sink my fingers into his c**k. “I invited you to watch TV with me because I hoped this would happen. I’ve been trying to seduce you. I want you, Misha. So, so badly, and if you don’t fill me—”

Misha flings me onto my back on the mattress and cuts off my words. His large body is hovering over mine, chiseled and gorgeous. My p***y throbs with yearning.

This is my mate.

Mine.

“So inviting me over here was a plot to get me in bed?” Misha’s curious gaze roams over my face. He eating me with his eyes, and I think he likes what he sees. The head of his c**k is by my entrance, teasingly close but not going inside me. Its torture.

“I did…” I admit in a voice that doesn’t sound like mine. I’m beyond turned on, close to grabbing his c**k and forcing it inside me. “I need your c**k, Misha.”

His l!ps twitch. “I’m not sure if you deserve it…”

I glare at him. “Really? You won’t give it to me?”

He smiles, and I gasp, pushing at his chest. “Get off me.”

“No.” He breathes a laugh. “I’m not going to move.”

“Are you really teasing me right now? You may think this is funny, but I’m not laughing right now.” I actually kind of feel like crying. Doesn’t he want me back? Is this him humiliating me by keeping me hot and bothered underneath him? “Just let me go—”

His mouth covers mine in a k!ss, and my toes curl in response. He is such an amazing k!sser. I want more, and mewl into his mouth when I feel the tip of his c**k push into me.

Holy s**t.

Misha’s l!ps break from mine, and he meets my eyes. “As if I would pass up on the opportunity to f**k you. You’re mine, Josie, and it’s time I marked you to let everyone know.”