My Jealous Alpha Stepbrother
Chapter 11

Lydia

After taking my virginity, I expect Avery to do what every single a*****e guy does in the movies: leave the girl’s room.

But he doesn’t do that at all.

He is here with me, treating me like I might break. It’s confusing, mind-blowing, and sweet all at the same time. Never in a million years did I think he could be sweet. And to me? The omega? Truly mind-blowing…

Yet here I am, cuddled by my giant alpha of a step-brother.

“Did I hurt you?” Avery asks while spooning me. His nose is buried in my hair, and his arms tighten around me protectively. He is so much bigger than me, yet gentle. My insides flutter, and Avery murmurs. “Lydia… Talk to me… Are you in pain?”

“A little,” I admit, blushing. I’m still tingling all over from the latest org*asm I had, and Avery’s c0ck is still buried deep inside me. I reckon I will have another one soon since we are tied. “You’re pretty… Big… But the pleasure makes it…” I hold my breath when another wave of pleasure rolls over me. “Worth it… Damn… That’s good…”

Avery breathes a laugh close to my ear. “I’m glad… I don’t want to ever hurt you.”

My heart swells.

His voice is so soft, and he k****s the top of my head again.

“You’re being sweet…” I mumble and feel a twinge of fear; I hope Avery will keep being nice to me. I don’t think I can handle him becoming mean after locking with him. My heart would shatter.

“It’s the tie,” Avery whispers. “I can feel your emotions like my own, Lydia, and… I can’t get mad at you… Not when we are one like this. Not when we have fully accepted each other.”

“Will you be as nice to me even after this is over?”

Instead of replying, Avery turns tense when there is another pulsation going from his body to mine. This o****m is even better than the last, and my toes curl.

“Oh-my-god…” I arch my back, and trash around while still being held in his arms. “This feels so… Ungh… Good…”

“Agreed,” Avery sounds as if he is smiling. I can hear it in his voice. “I’ve never tied with anyone before…”

“You haven’t?”

He breathes a laugh as if the answer should be obvious. “You can’t lock with…”

“Hmm?”

“Nothing.”

My smile grows, and I close my eyes when yet another wave hits me, stronger than the last. “This is so perfect… But… But it’s getting harder to keep my eyes open. I’m so… Relaxed, and… Tired… Totally in bliss…”

“You can rest with me still inside of you.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,” Avery chuckles. “So go ahead and rest, Sleepyhead.”

I follow his advice and close my eyes. I’m so cozy and safe. Protected. Warm. Happy.

I could get used to sharing a bed with Avery…

The next time I open my eyes, I get the feeling at least an hour has passed.

“You’re finally awake…” Avery’s voice sounds much deeper this close, and the heat coming from his body is addicting.

“Yes…” I yawn and curl up into a ball. “But I’m still tired.”

“I fell asleep myself.”

I snort in amusement. “You did?”

“Mhm… I’m not proud of it.”

I laugh at him. “You’re cute.”

He bumps my head with my nose. “If you call me cute in front of a pack member, I will cut your throat… But I will let you get away with complimenting me this time.”

“You will?” I feign shock. “Really?”

“Yeah, but I want more compliments…”

My lips curl higher up my face. “I didn’t know you’re a sponge for compliments.”

“I am… When the compliments come from you.”

My heart kicks up speed after processing his words, and it becomes harder to breathe. I can’t believe my ears. Avery likes to hear compliments from me? Why?

“We probably should get up from bed…” Avery points out.

I blink back to reality. “You’re probably right…”

Avery stops hugging me as tightly, and I feel a twinge of sadness. I could stay in this bed with my gorgeous alpha all day, but I know we can’t since our parents would eventually replace us.

Truthfully, I don’t understand why he hasn’t kicked me or left the room himself yet. Avery’s sweet little strokes and the way he holds me close… It’s incredibly confusing.

It’s how you would treat a person you don’t want to get hurt, which makes zero to little sense. We aren’t even tied anymore, and he can’t possibly care that much about me.

Right?

He probably didn’t mean that compliment thing.

“I’m glad you were able to rest,” Avery mumbles. “You seemed exhausted after I drank your b***d.”

There he goes again, being nice to me.

I smile. “I was.”

“I’m sorry for taking so much.”

“It’s no problem.”

A warm silence falls around us. I’m expecting Avery to leave me alone in the bed, but he keeps breathing behind me. Keeps hugging me. Keep protecting me until I can no longer take it.

“Avery…” I whisper.

“Mmm?”

I stare at the wall, not daring to sink back too much. Avery’s broad, muscular chest is behind me, and I don’t want to get addicted to his warmth. It would ruin me.

I take a deep breath, whispering. “Shouldn’t one of us leave the room? Why are you still holding me?”

Avery grows quiet, and then I feel him brush away my dark hair from my neck and k**s the nape. “My plan had been to leave you, but… You’re bleeding, Lydia.”

That tickling feeling won’t leave me alone. Judging by Avery’s soft voice, it’s as if he cares about me. I didn’t expect that from him, but he is so gentle with me that I’m melting.

Something which I can’t have.

I can be attracted to him body-wise and dream about him, crush on him, but I can’t entirely fall for him.

Yet I can’t quench my curiosity.

“What does that matter?” I ask.

“Well… If you later feel pain, I want to stick around to inject you with my toxins to save you from having to suffer.”

My eyes widen, and my heart pounds faster. “That’s… That’s actually very nice of you… Thank you.”

Avery growls after I’ve thanked him. It’s as if he finally realizes he is being too sweet with me.

Even his voice turns grumpy, and I imagine him grumpily blushing for some reason. “Just don’t think I’m in love with you or anything… I’m just… I don’t want to see you in pain, okay?”

“Okay, but… I think I’m fine. You don’t have to inject me with your toxins at all.” I smile shyly, wanting the pain as a reminder of us f*g.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes…” I hesitate briefly. “Why do you care to begin with?”

“I don’t care…”

“But you do!” I argue, frustrated by Avery’s lies. “Or you wouldn’t be here and offer me your toxins!”

“You’re only my s*x slave, Lydia…” Avery growls in a warning. It seems he doesn’t want me to think he is kind-hearted.

“If you only saw me as your s*x slave, you wouldn’t be here guarding me like this. You might not romantically like me, but you should admit that we are becoming friends.”

I don’t want to be his friend, but it’s better than being a s*x slave.

Avery sighs loudly. “It only makes sense to care about you because I want more of this. This will happen again, so I can’t have you in unnecessary pain, or we won’t f**k in the soon future. I want you to spend every single night in my bed.”

“You want… You want us to become s*x buddies?”

Does he mean up until the claiming ball?

Probably.

It can’t mean anything else.

“I need it, and you can handle me…” Avery tightens his hold around me, inhaling me for the billionth time. “You didn’t break, Lydia, and you know I’m a hybrid—you’re perfect for this job.”

He is right about everything, but…

I’ve never heard of anyone having a s****l relationship with their alpha when they are in a ranking as low as mine.

This just doesn’t happen.

I hold my breath in shock, processing his words repeatedly until I’m sure this isn’t a dream.

“You really want me, huh…” I whisper.

“Not as a mate,” Avery says as if needing to confirm this. “Only s*x, not love or mating or a relationship.”

“I know… I’m just…”

“Don’t you want this?”

His words give me pause.

I didn’t expect to be in this situation, but I desire to have se.x with Avery again. Thinking about having se.x with him again makes my se.x swell with l**t. After I’ve had se.x with a hybrid, I think I’ve lost my appetite for anyone else.

It would be like settling for a bouquet of grass after getting used to receiving bouquets of roses. You can’t fairly compare.

“I want this. I want you a lot,” I admit in a whisper. “But… But what about our parents? Won’t they sooner or later notice me sneaking into your bedroom? They are getting married, Avery—they wouldn’t want us to sleep together.”

“If they replace out what we are doing, I will compel them to forget. It’s as easy as that. Nothing will get in the way of this.”

I gasp. “You can do that? Compel your own dad? But isn’t he like a super strong werewolf?”

“He is,” Avery confirms in a bored tone. “But so am I, and a hybrid is stronger than a pure-blooded werewolf. I can easily compel my father or any other pack member.”

“That is very… Impressive.”

“Yeah… I’ve turned into a freak…” Avery sits upright in the bed and scratches his neck. I shudder when his odd-colored eyes meet mine. “I’m going to shower. Feel free to go to your own room… I will see you at the pack hunt later.”