Filed to story: Claimed by My Ex’s Alpha Brother
My mate’s fangs lengthened, a flicker of his wolf leaping to the surface. I felt the power rolling off him. His fingers moved to my waist, grasping me as his claws shifted slightly, too.
“Claim me,” I urged, my voice low and husky, fingertips tangling in his hair as I pulled him closer.
The moment hung in the air between us, heavy and charged, and then, Stephen lowered himself, his mouth brushing against my neck. I gasped as he placed gentle kisses along the sensitive skin, each press of his lips igniting a fierce heat. Then he found his mark-the place where our bond was woven-and, with intent, pierced the skin with his fangs.
A thrill of ecstasy and sharp pleasure coursed through me, overwhelming everything else. I gasped, my body rippling with an earth-shattering release. I felt his claim radiate through me, resonating deep within my core, filling my body with heat and ringing through my very essence.
My back arched instinctively, and I cried out-caught between the pleasure of his thick cock sheathed inside of me and the delicious sting of his teeth still singing through my neck. The bite of his claws sank deeper into my hips, amplifying this all-consuming feeling, the intimacy like nothing I had ever experienced as if our very souls had merged.
When his fangs left my neck, his tongue licked at the mark, and he whispered, “Lina.” His voice was thick with desire and wonder, low and laced with tenderness that made me melt into him. “You’re mine.”
“And you’re mine,” I echoed, my nails digging into his back and drawing him closer.
The taste of saltwater, spiciness, and earth enveloped me. The waves continued their hypnotic dance behind us, and every kiss and touch made me feel as if we’d left the world behind. But it was better than that. This was our world, the one we were building together.
Stephen’s hands swept more urgently over my body, lifting my ass up in the sand, and bringing me even closer to him as he rolled his hips, his glorious cock filling me. Another wave of heat built low in my belly, climbing with every second.
“I need your tits,” he murmured, his tone demanding. Suddenly, his claws raked down the back of my dress, and the night air whispered against my breasts. In another moment, Stephen sucked and nipped at them, making me moan and buck against him.
That molten desire crested with every tantalizing kiss and bite. His mouth devoured mine, and I was helpless to think of anything but him. Each brush of his lips was a promise, affirming that this moment-this connection-was eternal. My heart raced, echoing the rhythm of the crashing waves, that wildness beyond mirroring the one pulsing between us.
“Stephen,” I gasped, want lacing my tone as the pleasure mounted. I pulled him closer, desperate for him, my nails raking down his back.
“Come for me,” he commanded, his fingers dipping between us, stroking my clit, and coaxing me back toward that glorious release. I bucked against him, gasping and moaning as I lost myself to the feeling. This time, as I spiraled into bliss, Stephen roared out his own release, drowning in the fire we created together as his warmth filled me completely.
When the waves of ecstasy ebbed, Stephen leaned over me, his elbows resting in the sand as he smiled down at me, his face shining with satisfaction. As my breath steadied, my heart thrummed softly, and I soaked in the love and intimacy between us that was so full of promise.
“What are you thinking about?” I asked.
“Just us,” he said, a goofy grin spreading over his face, one that quickly spread over my face, too. Because this type of happiness was infectious, it felt easy and wonderful. He lay down beside me, wrapping me in his strong arms, and my contentment sent my thoughts drifting to us again, too.
Because the truth was I was so goddamn happy. I looked forward to spending every day with this man doing ordinary things, like working at Blackthorn & Silvermoon Corporation. That’s right. Silvermoon was on the building now, and the business was made better because we were doing it side by side. Because we were true partners, empowering each other and breaking free from the shadows of the past, crafting a future rich with promise for our family and pack.
As I snuggled into Stephen’s warmth, I thought, too, of my mom; she was part of our lives, eager to share in the life we were weaving-filled with warmth, laughter, and love. And then, of course, there was Betty, dancing through our home and spreading joy wherever she went. My hand slipped to my belly as I hoped that our family would grow before long. Betty had already asked for a little brother or sister, and I couldn’t wait for that moment when we might be able to tell her she was going to be a big sister.
A sense of lightness enveloped me as if we were floating on a gentle current. “I can’t wait for what’s ahead, too,” I murmured, brushing my fingertips along Stephen’s jaw. “Together, we’re going to build something incredible.”
His hands tightened around me, roguish delight lighting up his features. “With you by my side, I know we will.”
As our lips found each other, I surrendered to the warmth of that promise, lifted and lightened by the love we had created.
—The End
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