My Jealous Alpha Stepbrother
Chapter 155

Michelle

This is it. Tonight I will reject Kit. I called him earlier and asked him to meet me, and he suggested a restaurant in the magical realm.

And now we are finally here, and I can’t seem to replace the right words to say…

What is the matter with me?

I nervously chew on my bottom l*p as I stare across the small restaurant table at Kit. He has always had a strong presence, but tonight it feels like he is somehow taking up more and more space. He seems larger, more imposing, and I’m starting to feel overwhelmed by the force of his being.

What is going on?

The last time I met Kit, he was in a good mood, but there has been a shift in him. His eyes are cold as he scans the menu on the table, and I can’t help but feel uneasy in my seat.

Can he tell that I’m about to reject him?

I scan my own menu, but replace my eyes lifting to Kit’s broad shoulders. He is talking to me now, discussing the different choices on the menu, but I’m hardly listening. I’m too busy staring at his huge, muscular biceps and the black button-up shirt that can barely contain the man sitting in front of me.

“Michelle?”

I snap back to attention. Kit is leaning over the table, and the way his gaze seems to penetrate me makes me shiver. My stomach is in knots, and I’m desperately trying to maintain my composure.

“Y-yeah?”

“Did you hear anything I said?”

I blurt out the truth without thinking, “No.” and then I immediately regret it when dark amusement lights up Kit’s handsome, chiselled face.

“I see…” he moves his hand to his glass, taking a sip of his wine without breaking the intense eye contact we are sharing. “Then how will you know what to order?”

I shift uncomfortably in my chair, wondering what exactly has changed to make Kit so scary. There isn’t a change to his appearance. He looks the same, just… more muscular? Like he is freshly pumped from the gym. Whatever it is both terrifies and excites me.

“Michelle?”

I jump in my seat. “Y-yes?”

“I asked you a question.”

“Oh,” I blush. “Right… umm…” I look down at the menu, smiling when I recognize at least one dish. “I think I will take the crab.”

“Excellent choice.”

Kit sets his glass down on the table and leans in even closer, his eyes never leaving my face. I can feel my heart thumping faster and faster as his gaze bores into me. He reaches out and takes my hand, bringing it to the middle of the table where he gently caresses it. I swallow a gasp at the sudden intimacy, my skin tingling with pleasure due to the mate bond.

“Michelle,” Kit says, his voice low and sensual. “I want you to do something for me.”

I swallow hard, unable to break away from his gaze. “What do you want me to do?” I ask, my voice trembling slightly at his tone.

Kit smiles and runs his fingers along my knuckles, the movement sending a jolt of electricity through my entire body. “I want you to let me inhale the scent of your neck,” he says, his voice dripping with desire.

My eyes widen in shock and my face flushes with embarrassment. I can’t believe he said such a thing at a restaurant! “I-I don’t know if I can do that,” I stammer.

Kit chuckles softly and leans in even closer. Those yellow eyes of his are mere inches away.

“Oh, I think you can,” he says, his voice soft and seductive. He runs his fingers over my face, tracing the outline of my lips before making his way down my throat. His touch is gentle, yet commanding, and it makes me feel both scared and aroused.

Aroused because he is gorgeous.

Scared because I could probably do whatever he asked of me if he kept looking at me like that.

I take a deep breath and reluctantly nod my head. “Is this to… help you survive?”

His sharp canine teeth peek out from between his lips. It’s definitely amusement I’m seeing on his face. “Help me survive?”

“Yeah… you’re a demon so…”

His lips twitch, but he says nothing for many seconds. Instead he studies my face, letting his eyes roam, and goosebumps prickles over my back.

I’m so goddamn aroused.

“I just want to smell you,” Kit says. “It’s giving me a headache sitting across from you and not being able to do it. But it has nothing to do with my survival; I just want to do it because you’re here and you’re gorgeous.”

I stare at him. “Is… is that it?”

“Yes,” intense eyes dig into mine. “So will you come over here and sit in my lap? If you let me have my way with you, I will accept your rejection easier.”

I shudder and stare at Kit. He knows I called him here to reject him? That explains the anger. And also, somehow, I don’t believe he would ever take my rejection gracefully. There is too much possessiveness in his eyes. Too much want and need.

Yet I take a deep breath, and stand up from my chair. I’m willing to take a chance that Kit isn’t lying. I approach him, hit anew with his size. He seems so much taller than me even when sitting down and I can’t help but feel a little bit out of place… especially when his yellow eyes settle on mine.

Kit is truly larger-than-life with that commanding presence of his. It takes every ounce of courage I can muster to sit down in his lap.

I expect him to recoil or push me away, but instead he pulls me higher up his lap, helping me get comfortable. My heart races in response, and I let out a gasp when I feel his hand stroke my back. I’m no longer scared. I’m lost in the moment, my body alive with sensation and pleasure.

I never expected the mate bond to be so powerful, but just having Kit touch me feels like heaven. I close my eyes, close to moaning when he leans in with his nose replaceing my neck. There is a sensual inhale, and heat spreads between my legs when I feel Kit grow hard underneath me from simply my scent.

“God, Michelle…” Kit’s voice is husky and deep. “You smell like forbidden fruit, like heaven and hell combined.”

“Like hell?”

His soft lips curve against the sensitive skin on my neck and then he whispers. “Hell because you don’t want me… though, I suspect I could change your mind. I could make you want me.”

My body responds to Kit’s sensual voice, and my arousal grows when his claws gently scrape the outside of my clothes. I don’t know if it’s always been there, probably not, but there is a dark arrow-shaped tail whipping against the floor.

Is Kit half-way transformed into a demon? And why does the thought of that excite me?

Kit wraps his strong arms tighter around me, and my p***y clenches when I feel the hard outline of his c**k. It’s right underneath me. Big. Hard. Proud.

Another involuntary shudder races down my spine, making me blush with embarrassment. Kit is watching me, his face filled with amusement.

“Are you horny at a restaurant, Michelle?” He asks in a low, yet deep voice. “Did I make you wet by simply letting you feel how hard I am? Is it really that easy to make you aroused?”

Oh my god. Why do I replace his words so hot? Why do I like being spoken down to? Am I secretly a filthy little submissive b***h?

The answer is probably yes.

I lean against his lips to give him better access to k**s my neck, then I whisper. “Keep talking to me… I like it…”

“Does it turn you on?” Kit snorts when I bite back a m**n. “You’re such a pathetic little thing. I’m younger than you, yet large enough to be called daddy.” he says, his voice dripping with condescension. “I bet you would like to call me daddy, wouldn’t you?”

My face burns in humiliation, yet there is also… this maddening unquenchable thirst to grind against Kit’s massive c**k. This is hardly the place to do it, but I’m… I’m so hot and bothered.

I’m also embarrassed and ashamed. I’ve always seen Kit as an irritating and annoying little kid. I used to be his mentor and our time together was basically me babysitting him. But… he certaintily isn’t a kid anymore.

I look up at his face, at the darkness in his eyes, and feel my underwear turn disgustingly wet.

Kit notices my growing arousal. I can tell by how there is now a smirk on his lips and I freeze when his hand travels down the curve of my body.

“This is the wrong place for this, but I bet the thought of that turns you on,” he says, and slides his fingers into my pants and then my underwear, pressing lightly against my p***y. I gasp in surprise and feel my walls contract around his thick, calloused fingers.

“Do you want me, Michelle?” Kit whispers, his voice low and full of promise. “Do you want me to f**k you right here in this restaurant?”

My cheeks flush with embarrassment but I can’t seem to say no. What is happening? My mind is screaming yes while my mouth stays stubbornly shut.

Kit, however, doesn’t wait for an answer. He just wraps his arms harder around me and stands up, easily bringing my smaller body with him as he takes long strides to leave our table behind.

And that’s when some of my sanity returns and I glare up into his face. “What are you doing? I’m not going anywhere with you! I came here to reject you!”

Amusement washes over his features before he lifts me higher up his body and captures my lips with a passionate k**s that makes me mewl into his mouth. Holy s**t, he is a good kisser!

Pleasure spreads over my skin, and then I give in. I can’t fight Kit. Not when his hands are everywhere—caressing, exploring, stirring up sensations that leave me wanting more.