My Jealous Alpha Stepbrother
Chapter 9

Lydia

Yawning, I stretch my legs and accidentally bump them against Avery. It makes me turn tense, but I relax once the big guy behind me doesn’t move or say anything. To think we are sharing a bed… This might be the most special morning ever. Another werewolf might have been terrified in my current position, but I’m not.

Avery hasn’t hurt me despite being a hybrid between a vampire and a werewolf. But I know that any werewolf with a l!ck of sense of security in my pack would fear him if they knew what Avery truly was. Because honestly, Avery is much more than a werewolf, and people usually fear what could overpower them.

And Avery could easily snap a werewolf’s neck in the blink of an eye. He wouldn’t even need to try. A werewolf’s power lies in their pack. Our numbers are our strength, but vampires don’t need anybody to help them win a fight. They are powerful on their own with their magic. And Avery?

He has insane magical powers from a royal vampire line, and then he is also an alpha werewolf—the guy is scarily powerful. He is basically a breathing weapon. But right now, I’m his small spoon.

Huge arms are wrapped protectively around me, and a scent of cologne is wafting around my nose. Avery is cuddling with me and treating me like his personal teddy bear. He isn’t awake, of course, but I’m held by his insanely ripped arms. My back is pressed to his chest, and in his sleep, Avery rubs his cheek against me.

I experience butterflies and sigh to myself. “You wouldn’t be holding me like this if you were aware of what you were doing…”

As expected, Avery doesn’t wake up. I suspect he is tired from his recent change. Poor guy. Changing can’t have been easy. But I’m glad he did since we are both still alive.

He saved us.

He saved me.

I smile while studying his giant hand, which is engulfing mine. A tender spot within me flutters, making me believe I must be insane—Avery drank b***d from me by force, and here I am, happy to be in his arms.

What the heck is the matter with me?

I mean…

Avery had my consent to drink my b***d, but he pretty much wrestled me down. He went totally psycho; savage man on a mission, and the sickest part is that I liked it.

“Mmm…”

My ears twitch when Avery awakens behind me. His nose dips further into my hair. There is a deep inhalation, and his proud morning wood presses against my a*s—hello, Mr. Grower.

“Lydia?” Avery sounds lost, but then his arms tighten around me, and his voice comes out in a growl. “F.uck… Not again…”

“Are you hungry?” I ask, ready to give him more b***d. It will probably make me dizzy, but I will eventually heal.

“No…” Avery is shaking. “I need s*x…”

“Uh, what?” Come again?

“Yeah I… I have urges…”

I gulp. “Urges?”

He breathes a laugh. “Uh-huh… Dirty urges… And you’re right here…”

My heart pounds against my ribcage. I notice Avery’s fingernails have turned into sharp claws, and his body feels harder, and more powerful than ever. His arousal has made him swell bigger everywhere—a male werewolf trait that usually comes when they are ready for the mating ritual.

Werewolves don’t shape-shift when we have s*x, but the males tense their muscles and grow larger to attract their chosen mate. It is said alphas can do this at will to lure any woman. They release a pheromone as well, but that would mean—

Is Avery trying to seduce me?!

“Please, Lydia,” Avery whispers huskily and k!sses the nape of my neck. He then playfully n!ps the area, something that makes shivers run down my spine. “It will calm me.”

“L-let you do what?” I ask while he nuzzles my hair.

“You know what I mean.”

“No, I don’t…” I do, but I need him so say it.

“I want to f**k you,” he replies and nibbles me again. His steely length is pressing into my a*s, and his ripped chest burns my skin. I can feel every single chiseled ab rub against me. “Come on, Lydia, I will make you feel good. You will enjoy it.”

“But you’re… You’re my step-brother!”

“Who cares? Nobody will know,” Avery whispers, and his voice sounds so sexy I have to clench my legs. Yet it does nothing to stop the heat from crawling under my skin. I’m so w.et. Avery is making me horny, and his voice grows more seductive. “I just really need to get this situation under control…”

“I’m…” I gulp when I feel his hand squeezing my chest. More heat is shooting between my legs, and I’m already getting lost in his intoxicating scent.

“You feel that?”

My eyes widen. “Is that your—?!” It’s huge!

“Big enough for you?”

“Oh-my-god…”

Avery smirks against my ear. “What were you trying to say earlier? That you don’t want me?”

“No, I was…”

My eyes shut, and something that sounds alarmingly like a gasp leaves my l!ps. Avery’s hand has slid over my stomach, and I turn stiff, gasping again when his hand dives lower to cup my mound. He plays with me while nuzzling my hair, and k!ssing the sens!tive skin on my neck.

I’m becoming w,etter.

Dripping.

Throbbing.

I’ve never had s*x before, yet I’m already growing w.etter. My skin feels like it’s on fire, and Avery moves closer. I can feel myself growing weaker when his length teases me again.

It’s right between my legs, throbbing and ready. He must be letting me feel it to t0rture me. I m0an, and Avery sucks on my earlobe while teasing me with his giant d!ck.

“What were you going to say earlier?” He asks in a teasing tone. “I’m curious.”

I release a shuddery breath. “I’m… I’m a v!rgin.”

Avery turns tense for a second. I’m afraid he will laugh. I’m older than him, and I’ve never had a man. It’s another thing to add to the list of reasons not to date me.

But Avery doesn’t laugh.

His hands move to my swollen s*x, and I hold my breath as he explores it with his fingers. Not going inside, but touching outside. He is gentle with his hand at first but then turns to rub my clit, and it…

“Oh…” I breathe out.

“Schhh,” Avery hushes me, sounding darkly amused. “We wouldn’t want our parents to hear us, Lydia…”

“But it feels so…”

“Good?”

I nod, and then I’m forced to bite down hard when two of his fingers penetrate me. There is some pain, but it’s the good kind. I thrust against his fingers, lost to the sens@tion.

But I can’t fully relax, not when I realize something.

“Will I…” I’m panting but trying to talk. My body feels incredibly hot. “Will I be able to take you?”

“Yes.”

“But you’re… So huge…”

“Don’t worry,” he softly growls at me. “You will enjoy having me inside of you, Lydia. I will bite your neck, release my vampire toxins, and then you will beg me never to let you go.

I close my eyes.

This is wrong. I have a mate out there somewhere, but how do you turn down your alpha?

The answer?

You don’t, especially not when their manly, capable hands are working their magic on your swollen s*x. Avery is turning me on, and I can’t fight—I’m riding his hand while he k!sses my neck. So good. Almost too good.

A m0an slices up my throat when he shoves his fingers deeper inside me. I’m w.etter than ever, and it turns Avery on even more. He growls and inhales deeply against my neck.

“You smell so nice…” Avery says. “And I bet your sweet little p.ussy will be tight and warm for me too. You’re so w.et, Lydia… Riding my hand… f.uck, I can’t wait for you to ride me…”

My n!pples grow hard, and Avery rakes my sens!tive skin with his sharp teeth, but it doesn’t hurt when he bites. I realize the toxins are already at work, and soon more pleasure enters my system.

I make an embarrassing sound, but it only drives Avery wilder. I can smell his arousal growing and feel it underneath me. It’s getting to me too. His fingers rub the proof between my legs.

Avery growls a little deeper. “You’re mine, Lydia—in a moment, I will prove that to you.”