Filed to story: Claimed by My Ex’s Alpha Brother
The look of hunger on his face made my knees feel weak.
I felt the warmth radiating from his body as desire hung heavy and thick between us. “I’ve never stopped wanting you,” I admitted, allowing myself to be exposed beneath his searching gaze.
His response was immediate and devastating-a kiss that ignited every nerve ending in my body. It was hot and wet and savagely consuming. His scent of spice and earthiness enveloped me as he picked me up, my legs wrapping around his waist.
He pushed me back against my desk, looking down at me as if he were feasting on the sight of me. “God, I’m glad there are no goddamn plants,” he growled, a smoldering look in his eyes as he positioned me against the cool surface, his body caging me in.
I smiled as he confessed he’d had the same fantasy I had about him laying me out like this in our office.
The thrill that we could now be honest about how much we’d been repressing had me sharing things, too. As we surfaced for air, I told him with a mischievous grin, “I watched our elevator kiss back.”
Stephen’s hungry gaze raked over me. “What did you do while you watched, Darlin’?” His voice was thick, a throaty rasp as delicious as his stubble against my cheek.
“I’ll show you,” I teased, my heart racing at the electric tension sparking between us.
My hands fell from my collarbone down to my breast, and Stephen’s gaze grew darker until he groaned with want. “I need a better view.” In the blink of an eye, I heard the rip of fabric. My T-shirt fell away, discarded in an instant.
As I continued to tease, I caught Stephen’s arm near his waist. Every breath I took was heavy with anticipation, desire coiling around us like a heady perfume. He groaned, fire igniting in his eyes as he palmed himself through his pants. The sight of his need had heat pooling between my legs.
“I went back to get that footage,” he growled, desperation harsh in his voice. “I can’t believe you kept it all to yourself. I think you need to be punished.”
As he rasped the last word against my lips, the heat we’d been repressing for weeks broke free. We were once more kissing and licking each other-every bit of exposed skin was fair game, as if we were in competition with one another, trying to see who could drive the other one out of their mind first.
I pulled at Stephen’s bottom lip, then sucked on his ear, my kisses trailing down the spicy earthiness of his neck. Although, suddenly, I was a lot barer than him as his deft fingers undid my clasp, and my bra fell to the floor.
He cupped one of my tits, and I gasped as my nipple hardened beneath his teasing stroke. Then his mouth came to my other one, sucking it until I moaned.
Stephen stripped off my jeans, but just like last night in our office, he shoved aside the fabric of my knickers as he thrust a finger between the wetness pooling between my legs.
I arched up, a greedy moan escaping me as he stroked me. “That’s it, Darlin’. This is what’s been keeping me awake.”
Soon, he stroked me with two fingers, his thumb making slow, luxurious sweeps of my clit, and his mouth sucking my tits. I was almost delirious with need.
“Please,” I implored, urgency tinging my voice. “I need you.”
“Not so fast,” he ordered. “I need you on my tongue,” he said, his breath hot against my skin as he sank to the floor.
He pulled my knickers off, easing my legs over his shoulders as he sank his tongue between my folds. Soon, he was teasing and sucking my clit until I was a quivering mess. I moaned as shivers cascaded down my spine, a primal want thrumming in my core as I begged, “Fuck me, Stephen.”
I felt him go still at my words, and as I gazed up from beneath my lashes, his powerful body suddenly looked like it was under my complete control. His own claws shredded his shirt, and he shucked off his pants, his boxer briefs releasing his thick cock. I shivered in anticipation as wetness pooled between my legs even more, heady anticipation thrumming through me as he looked at me with such devastating hunger.
Oh god, how have we wasted years without this?
He pulled my hips to the edge of my desk, his knees pushing my legs open wider. I gasped as I felt his cock against my entrance, then the most blissful sense of fullness as I cried out with relief and pleasure.
He groaned out his own exhale of satisfaction as I took each inch of him, the blissful stretch around him making me quiver. His hands moved from my hips, cupping my ass as he brought me even closer to him, thrusting as deep as he could.
I held onto his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin as I pulled him closer, relishing in the closeness with him I’d ached for so long. A sigh escaped my lips, longing mixed with need as every thrust brought us closer and closer.
“Move,” I whispered, echoing the command I’d given him once before, reveling in the memory of our first night-a reminder that this was a continuation of everything that we hadn’t gotten the first time. But this time was different: he knew exactly who I was, and I him.
My wolf whimpered as she sang with pleasure that our mate was once more ours.
“Harder,” I insisted, the urgency of pleasure tightening within me. “Faster.”
“That’s right,” he growled, his voice thick with passion, each of his hard muscles slamming against me as I began to shudder, a familiar warmth pooling in my core. “Come for me, Darlin’. Come on my cock.”
With each command we gave each other, bliss crashed over me, driving me over the edge again and filling me with joy as I surrendered to him in a way I hadn’t ever imagined I could again.
Lina
I’d just been to check on Betty again. She was still fast asleep, and the peaceful rise and fall of her chest were a comforting sight. She’d woken once in the night, needing some medicine, but she was definitely on the mend.
Now, as I returned to my room, I was met by the delicious sight of Stephen sound asleep in my bed. After we’d fucked on my desk, we’d come up to my bedroom and done it again. It had been slower and quieter, a new flavor of intimacy burgeoning between us with a peacefulness that seemed to linger on as I savored the sight of him sleeping in the soft dawn light filtering through the drawn curtains.
The sheets had slipped low on his back, exposing the strong muscles that rippled beneath his taut, bronzed skin. I felt breathless with anticipation as I replayed last night’s events, each moment swirling through me, making me eager to wake him and have my fill of him before the day took us away from each other.
In the lightening room, my gaze distinguished some markings down the center of his spine, a tattoo I realized. I hadn’t noticed last night. But as I took in the shapes of the black markings, shock thumped through me.
The lingering warmth of Stephen’s kisses, still thrumming in my veins, seemed to turn to ice. The tattoo was a totem mark. It was the one the rogue wolves who had attacked at my arranged ceremony had along their backs.
I forced my trembling legs to react, rushing to my bedside table. I snatched up my phone, snapping a picture of Stephen’s exposed back and another with his face angled toward me, visible in the picture. Cold reality washed over me as I recorded this new evidence that once more twisted everything I thought I’d known.
Stephen blinked awake, his emerald eyes sweeping over my silk robe where I stood beside the bed.
A smile formed on his lips, but it quickly vanished as he took in my tense stance and expression. “What’s wrong?” His voice was thick with sleep. “Is it Betty?” he demanded, instinctively rising as if he were about to go stumbling out of bed to her.
I felt my heart crack, those fractures across my heart starting to splinter, threatening to make a mess if I let them. But I couldn’t pretend my thoughts hadn’t already galloped ahead. In this moment, as dread clawed at me, I knew I’d already begun to envisage a future with Stephen. I had already imagined telling him who Betty really was. After last night’s honesty, the future had seemed to glimmer with possibility.
It was a future that I knew was about to vanish. “I’ve just checked on her. She’s fine,” I said, my voice clipped.
His gaze flickered over me, searching. “Then what is it?”
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