My Jealous Alpha Stepbrother
Chapter 39

Lydia

Even without Avery inside of me, I know the s*x will be different tonight. The other times we had s*x out of pleasure and l**t. This time, it’s because we wish to save our child.

But also because we have been destined to be together all along. Tonight we will complete the bond.

This won’t be steamy and hot, this will be a ritual.

There is just a slight problem.

When I look up at Avery, my mate, so big and strong, s.exy, I’m hit with a wave of insecurity that wasn’t there before.

Avery is my mate. He is mine, and I want this to be good for him—the other times, he was my alpha, the person I liked and admired. But now, he is somehow even more than that, and it’s freaking me out.

I feel pressured to perform.

“Relax,” Avery whispers, and the small smile on his l!ps tells me he has read my mind yet again. He reaches out a hand, brushing my hair out my face as he adjusts his legs on either side of me. “I will be gentle with you tonight. It will be a proper marking.”

“Is that what you want?” I whisper. “Slow?”

His dimples show in a busted smile, and he whispers back. “No, with you, I want to go hard and fast. You, my little mate, drive me wild. And I love it. It drives me insane when you claw at my back and weep. It’s heaven when you cry for more and clench around my c0ck… But I know the assignment. I know the stakes, and I will go slow. Our minds aren’t in the right state for desire. Tonight will be about r0mance.”

His words leave me blinking at him, all teary-eyed. “R0mance, huh?”

“Yes.”

“Are you capable of that?”

He breathes a laugh. “Are you insulting me, my mate? At a time like this?”

“No, I’m sorry. I just—”

I notice his eyes are playful, and that’s when I realize he is messing with me. He doesn’t say anything to confirm this, but I know in my heart that he is only trying to make me smile.

He has succeeded.

We share a smile, but it’s eventually interrupted by Avery initiating things.

His rough hands skim over my skin and shivers race down my spine. My sensitivity is heightened due to the bond between us. I love it and close my eyes. Anticipating Avery’s next move, and he doesn’t disappoint me.

With slow, tender touches, he feels me up and grips at my almost non-existent t**s before leaning down to k!ss them. So good. His tongue swirls around my n!s until they harden.

“I love your b.reasts,” Avery mutters against my skin. “They are so you. So damn perfect.”

I’m glad he likes them, and I grow even slicker between my legs as he tends to them. He is slow and patient and takes his time to ensure things are good for me—he is such a thoughtful man. The only problem is that my p*ussy is starved for attention, aching for him to fill me with his big c**k.

But Avery isn’t in a hurry.

He lifts himself from my b.reasts and goes to k!ss my l!ps. With the mate bond in place, his l!ps taste like dark desire. I lose myself to the feeling of him controlling me with his tongue. He is so passionate, so dark. Possessive. I mewl into his mouth when his tongue glides over mine in a deliberate stroke.

The man is good at k!ssing, so damn good.

Every part of me tingles, and despite everything, I feel my ar0usal grow. My p*ussy is throbbing, ready for the mating, and I push myself slightly up from the bed.

This ought to get his attention!

I lift my h!ps, dragging my p*ssy against Avery’s warm, hard c0ck, s.ucking in a breath when I feel his hardness.

Damn, he is big. I’ve had his c0ck before, but I always forget. And when he pushes it against my w.etness, it gets to me, and a needy whimper escapes me.

Why isn’t he inside of me already?!

My s*x feels swollen and needy without Avery deep inside of me. So I push my slick cunt against him again, hoping he will get the hint, but he simply chuckles.

“Someone is eager tonight…” Avery teases.

He isn’t wrong, and I won’t argue. “I need you.”

“Do you know?”

“Yes, I might die without you.”

His l!ps curl, and he presses his slit to my opening. It’s dribbling with precum already. Hot and heavy. I gasp, waiting for him to slowly enter me—instead, he pushes into me—all the way.

I yelp in surprise, hands grasping his bulging arms.

“Oh, Avery…” I m0an and bite down on my lower l!p.

“Does it hurt?”

“Yes, but I love it!” I cry out while gripping his arms. “I love the pain.”

“Good.”

With that, he thrusts deeper, and I dig my claws into his arms as if I’m scared he will blow up in smoke.

Which I won’t allow.

I need him right here, right now.

His c0ck is pressing against a sensitive spit, and my tummy takes a slow tumble. It feels incredible, especially when the throb happens, the hint that his c0ck is about to swell inside me.

“Oh yes…” I’m squirming on the mattress. “Right there…”

“Deep breaths,” Avery tells me. “Don’t forget to breathe.”

I do. I’m s.ucking air into my lungs like I’m starved while Avery torments me by lowering his a.ss. It sends his c0ck deeper into me, and as if that’s not enough, he drops his mouth to my neck.

Before I know what is going on, he bites me.

I squeal at the suddenness of his sharp teeth and writhe underneath him until I turn stiff. The world stops spinning for a second, but once the toxins are in my system, it heightens my sensitivity and the pleasure ripping through me.

“So good…” I m0an.

Avery stops biting me and whispers into my air. “You look beautiful with my c0ck inside of you.”

I want to tell him that he looks beautiful, but I can’t form intelligent words or say anything.

There is a chuckle by my ear. “That’s okay. Let me do the work and relax, for I will mark your neck.”

Mark my neck?

I wonder what that will feel like.

I’m already in heaven.

My p*ssy is throbbing, and Avery’s c0ck fills me so well. This might not be a wild s*x session, yet I’m already squirming and clenching around his c0ck as if I’m trying to milk c*m out of it.

Just when I think the pleasure couldn’t get more overwhelming, Avery rolls his h!ps. It makes me cry out in bliss, louder when his teeth punctuate the skin on my neck again.

Though this time, it’s a deeper bite that actually stings a little—one bound to leave a mark.

My eyes roll to the back of my head. I think I’m going to come… I’m so hot… I’m burning from the inside out.

His teeth continue to burn my skin, and his c**k swells larger until I turn into a twitching mess of need. I’m convinced I will come.

The pleasure is different this time, more drawn out.

Instead of just reaching my c*ervix, I’m floating on clouds, sinking under his weight. There is a fever inside of me, a throbbing, and I m0an as I let it take over me.

Avery leans back, whispering, “You’re mine,” and k!sses my cheek while the pleasure continues to bloom. My head is spinning, and Avery is smiling against my hot skin. “Come for me, Lydia.”

His words are a command, one that cannot be disobeyed. Never in my life has it been so easy.

I come for him, my mate, the alpha I love, who invaded my senses and dreams even before I knew he was mine. His c**k is throbbing, tying us together, filling the burning void.

I come, over and over, clenching, greedy for his seed.

Head tipped back, I squeal my joy, breath splintering into a m0an before I grab his shoulders and force him down on me. I’m acting on instinct, and then I bite him.

My sharp teeth sink into his neck, and the taste of b***d hits my tongue. The sickest thing is that I don’t cough but hold on to him. Hard. I’m sure this must hurt.

Yet Avery doesn’t seem to mind. He doesn’t shout or indicate that he is in any sort of pain. The man doesn’t even push me off or ask me what the hell I’m doing.

In fact, he chuckles above me as if I was meant to do this. “Good girl… Now we are both marked, and I wouldn’t want it any other way. You’re mine, and I’m yours. Forever. I don’t give a f**k about what anyone else might say. We were always destined.”