Filed to story: Claimed by My Ex’s Alpha Brother
“That’s right,” Miriam said, “You’re definitely a Granny’s girl!”
“I am so unfairly outnumbered in this family,” Stephen griped, but his bright green eyes sparkled with happiness.
Because other than their pizza preferences, Stephen and Betty were as thick as thieves. He’d been giving her swimming lessons since we’d moved into the villa, and Betty could be found in the pool with her father as often as she danced across Blackthorn Hall with her granny.
The rest of the afternoon whizzed by in a blur of celebrations-drinking, eating, and dancing.
But later, in the falling light, Stephen and I finally got to sneak away from the festivities.
He drew me down to our private beach, and I relished the stillness, with only the lapping waves rolling in.
Stephen had built a summerhouse on the beach before we’d started renovating Blackthorn Villa. For those first few weeks, while all the work was going on at the main house, Stephen, me, and Betty had slept in the big bed in the summer house. The place had been a magical cocoon where we’d gotten to find our feet as a family, away from the lingering ghosts that memories of Magnus had cast in the villa.
Stephen’s bright green eyes fell over me, and the look of desire in them made me feel aglow, the softness and heat as magical as the setting sun kissing the horizon. “Do you want to go inside yet?”
I shook my head, a smile tucked in the corners of my mouth. “Walk with me.”
“Whatever you want, mate,” he murmured.
My toes curled in my heels, and sparks started low in my belly at the low rumble of promise in that word.
I kicked off my heels, relishing the bare sand on my feet. I ventured along the sand, and Stephen slipped my hand into his again.
“What are you thinking?” he asked, watching me attentively.
I looked out at the sea and said, “I’m not. No plans. No next moves. Just this. Just us.”
He swallowed, a mix of tenderness and want washing over his features. He pulled me against him, leaning down to kiss me. “Just us,” he echoed back, breathing me in as he stared down with a hunger that I swore became more and more open with every passing day.
Sometimes, I wondered if that look was so devastatingly delicious because it had been hidden for so long. Maybe our love had grown so strong because we’d buried it, and it had strengthened and matured like fine wine or whiskey, growing potent until just one taste was enough to get drunk on.
At the thought of tasting, my gaze unconsciously sunk to Stephen’s lips.
A mischievous light sparked in his bright green eyes, and my heart skipped in my chest. I darted away but only got a few steps before he caught me, kissing me. His mouth was rough and urgent, each kiss growing messier and wilder by the second.
“Lina,” he intoned against my lips, his thumb pressing at my jaw and his tongue teasing my mouth open until he was devouring me.
He kissed me ferociously as if he hadn’t been able to these last three months. My mouth pulled up as I wondered whether it would always be like this and we’d never get our fill of each other.
“What are you grinning at?” Stephen rasped against my lips.
“That we’re still as hungry for each other as we were when we first met.”
“No, I’m even hungrier,” Stephen growled. “In fact-” A moment later, he had me down in the sand, my tulle skirts shucked up around me, and the evening air dancing over my bare legs and silk underwear.
“What if someone-” I began.
“My rogue wolves are under strict orders to ensure our guests know our beach is off-limits tonight,” Stephen said. An appreciative groan climbed up his throat as his attention fell to me, his mouth already kissing up my calf, licking and kissing at my soft inner thigh.
“Stephen,” I moaned as his mouth teased me through my knickers, a jolt of pleasure making me buck against his mouth. He ran his nose up over the silk, nuzzling along my slit, his decadent groan sending shivers down my spine as much as his touch.
“I’m going to have this pretty pussy right here in the open.” He kissed me through the silk, nipping and teasing me and making me grow wetter by the second until he ordered, “Lift your hips.”
“You’ve definitely got bossier,” I joked. It was true. I’d noticed a change since he’d become alpha. He was definitely more domineering in bed. Not that I minded. It turned out I liked to be bossed around, too.
I lifted my hips, and he pulled off my knickers.
“Open your legs,” he growled, and a judder of pleasure beat through me as my legs fell open to accommodate him. Pleasure sparked as his mouth sank between my folds, his finger falling to my clit. My body turned molten, and I felt as fluid as the silvery sea.
My hips rolled up against his mouth, rising to meet him like a cresting wave, and he murmured, “Come for me, Darlin’. I need you on my tongue.”
And just like that, I was over the edge, feeling as if I was boneless and drifting on the sea. But Stephen held me, lapping at me until I collapsed back into the sand.
Stephen’s mouth traveled up my body, his big hands managing to slip up under my bodice and beneath my silk bra, cupping my breast and pinching my nipple. I moaned, heat climbing in me again as I arched up into him.
As his mouth met mine, I could taste myself on him. It mixed with his spice and earthiness, and I felt intoxicated yet still in need of more. The salty fragrance of the sea mixed with the heat radiating from his body, and I nipped and licked at his skin, tasting the salt of him and the air on his neck. I moaned, arching my back to press myself into him. “Stephen…I need you.”
He pulled back for a fleeting moment, a smirk on his lips. “Ask me nicely.”
“I need you, Alpha,” I purred, my voice a sultry whisper, my eyes shining with want.
His bright green eyes blazed with heat, and then the sound of his zipper had a heady need consuming me. I sighed, overwhelmed as he parted my folds and thrust between my legs.
“My alpha,” I moaned, my hands coming up under his shirt, feeling the hard muscles of his back flexing as he moved.
His green eyes darkened, flashing with desire, warmth pouring off him like the summer night around us. “My luna,” he answered.
And it was like it had always been with us, the fire igniting between us and feeling as if we were about to combust together. But this was the fire of passion. The cold flicker of vengeance had burned itself out, and there was only us.
Just us.
The reality of that sank in, and each of Stephen’s thrusts, as he seated himself as deeply as he could, seemed to deepen that truth, too.
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