My Jealous Alpha Stepbrother
Chapter 87

Josie

When I peer into Misha’s odd-colored eyes and feel my heart kick up a notch, I know this is the man that will ruin me for other men. Claim me. Love me. Break me, and then make me whole again.

Misha is my destiny, and I’m his. If we have s*x, if he marks me, it will be us forever.

Am I ready for that?

He k!sses me, and it feels like I’m on fire. I might not be head-over-heels in love with Misha… yet. But it’s bound to happen. Simply looking into his mischievous yet gentle eyes sends my mind on a trip. His image is woven into my soul, and I whimper into his mouth.

“Your c**k… it’s so big…”

There is an amused twinkle in his eye. “It’s just the tip, Josie.”

s**t!

My eyes widen, and Misha chuckles, and to my utter disappointment, he pulls out of me.

“Perhaps we stick to k!ssing for a while…” he says and n!bbles on my bottom l!p.

I’m not sure what to say. Is Misha right? Do I have to wait and become wetter before I take his monster c**k?

The thought of having his large, fat c**k inside me makes me nervous, but my l.ust is stronger than my timidness. I want Misha, and my hands are already on his chest, roaming and touching his insanely sculpted abs and then his pectoral muscles.

Holy s**t, he is built.

To think this guy used to be small and scrawny—there is nothing small about him now, and I love how he easily pins me underneath him. So big and hulking, s.exy.

I break from his l!ps, meeting his eyes. “So how does this work? Are you like a werewolf or a vampire down there?”

He smirks and k!sses my jaw. “I have more werewolf b***d than vampiric b***d in my veins. This means that I swell like a werewolf when I’m with my mate… does that answer your question?”

Swell—he said swell! I don’t know why that gets me hot and bothered, but I’m dripping wet at the thought. I shudder, and another whimper leaves my l!ps. It makes amusement flash over Misha’s face.

“Interesting…” his l!ps quirk into a dark, curious smile. “Josie… my Josie… you’re not a silent lover, are you?”

“No,” I whisper.

His eyes seem to gleam. “Perhaps I should tease you then… see how whiny and desperate you can get for me.”

I want to die when I hear the teasing tone in his voice. I don’t wish to have Misha torturing me by not giving me what I want. It would be terrible. Worse than torture.

My hands cup his pectoral muscles, thumbs flicking his n*****s as I gaze into his beautiful eyes. “No games, Misha.”

He leans in to k!ss me, smiling against my mouth. My back is arched, swollen s*x pressed against his hard, thick bulge. I’m getting wetter from the taste of his tongue, loving every k!ss.

How did I ever survive without this in my life? Misha’s k!sses are like his personality: teasing, delicious, and lord, his alternating between fast and slow and n!pping is driving me insane.

I can’t keep up. Misha is in control, and his tongue slides deeper into my mouth, ravishing me. I make an embarrassing gasping noise in response, and Misha smiles again. I replace it s.exy.

He is so good at k!ssing that I’m scared to ask where he learned his techniques. I decide not to ask and enjoy every tender stroke he gives me with his tongue and those hands on my body.

“You’re so soft,” Misha whispers, and I feel his hands grip me lightly. A gr0an leaves his l!ps when I thrust my wet p***y against his c**k, rubbing against his steely length. “Keep doing that, and I won’t be able to keep myself from entering you.”

“I want you to,” I breathe.

“It’s going to hurt you.”

“No,” I’m speaking the truth. “I’ve never been this wet in my entire life. You’re just so big, and your arms…” I m0an as I feel them again, not afraid to show him how s.exy I replace him. “You’re so perfect.”

“No, you’re the perfect one,” Misha k!sses me fiercely and n!bbles on my lower l!p. He then k!sses my neck and speaks against my skin between his bites. “I’ve dreamt about replaceing my mate, but I never thought it would be you, Josie. Never.”

“Are you disappointed?”

“Disappointed?” Misha breathes a laugh. “No, I’m excited. Before we fell apart, you and I were best friends.”

Anxiety bubbles up within me. “I’m sorry for tackling you to the ground that day back when we were kids,” I swallow thickly. “I was just so excited, and… I liked you, Misha. I liked you a lot, and my wolf and lycan mixture did too, and she—”

“Sch,” Misha hushes me with a playful smile. “I know. We were kids then, and you showed me affection the only way you could think of.”

I smile at him. “You were my first crush.”

“I also intend to be your last.”

He k!sses the next breath from my lungs and uses his legs to spread my thighs further apart. I do it without question. I want him inside me so badly that I can’t think straight.

I’m a goner to the pulsations between my legs and m0an in delight when the head of his c**k finally pushes into me. And this time, he doesn’t pull out. He forces it in deeper, and I clench around him.

“Oh-oh-oh, oh, Misha…”

I look at the view above me, which is to die for.

Since Misha is taller than me, I’m not looking into his face. I’m faced with his neck and broad shoulders. I’m so lucky. Every part of him is just a wet dream come true. I’m in love with his sinewy muscles and their thickness.

I take my time staring at his firm pecs. His n*****s are hard, and his breathing is as shallow as mine as he thrusts deeper into me, hitting a spot that makes me m0an loudly.

“The sounds you make are so hot,” Misha says.

I shudder at the tone of his voice and breath hard when he grips my wrist, bringing them above my head so that I stretch and make my n*****s look perky.

His smirk grows as he peers down at me from a somewhat awkward angle, yet it does nothing to ruin the pace he got going between my legs. Every thrust is sending a tremor through me.

“Beautiful Josie,” Misha murmurs. “Do you like me?”

Even though I do, I freeze. I’m bad at admitting things like this, and my silence makes Misha grab my chin, pivoting it up.

There is a challenge in his eye, a dare. Misha doesn’t think I will be able to say it, and I know that if I don’t, I might be denied what I want: for him to quicken his pace and swell.

Full acceptance is needed.

“I do…” I whisper.

“Louder,” Misha doesn’t smile, doesn’t glare. His facial expression is dark and almost ice-cold. “I can’t hear you.”

I swallow thickly.

Misha raises a brow. “Don’t you want me?”

All I manage is a frustratingly breathy whisper. “Y-yes…”

“Then say it.”

My frustration comes to a boil, and I shout, “I like you!”

Misha stares at me as if he has seen a ghost or if my words somehow slapped him. It makes me nervous, but then his smirk returns and his h**s work faster.

Hesitantly, I reach up to touch him, feel his velvety smooth skin. His breathing stops when I return to his pecs, and he tenses a little. I think I’m in love with them and his abs and narrow waist. But I’m unsure if he wants my touches.

I let my hands fall back to the bed—only for Misha to bring my hand back up to his pec.

“I like it when you touch me.”

Misha glances down at me, and I’m mortified. I’m aroused by him, and he knows. It’s a masculine moment. Powerplay. Misha owns me. But I let him have it. I don’t turn away. I want him to see that I want him.

And he does. I can see it on his face. Misha knows I’ve surrendered and sinks deeper into me, almost crushing me with his big body as his c**k fills me to the hilt. At first, there is only pain, then it mixes with pleasure, and I’m swimming in bliss.

“That feels so good…” I manage to breathe.

“You’ve seen nothing yet,” Misha growls.

“It gets better than this?”

“Much better, Josie. So much better.”

With that, Misha dips down to k!ss my neck before biting me.

Wow.

He actually bit me.

Everything inside of me goes still. I know Misha’s teeth punctured my skin, but there is no pain, only more delicious, hot pleasure. It’s getting stronger, and I know that he is swelling inside me without asking.

I can feel it.

I m0an and squirm. The pleasure is almost too much, but Misha holds me in place, forcing me to stay underneath his as the fierce, intense o****m washes over me.

“Oh…. oh…. ohhh…”

It’s almost too much to bear. I’m m0aning and burning up from within. Humans will never know what they miss out on. This sort of s*x is insane, and Misha whispers huskily into my ear.

“Mine. Mine. Only mine.”

His words make me m0an louder, and Misha gazes down with fascination written all over his face. It’s embarrassing, but his eyes are hooded with l.ust. It makes me realize that this is giving him pleasure, and I give in to my demons and stop hiding how amazing this feels.

For the first time in my life, I give up control, and the result is beautiful. I’m m0aning and riding my next o****m, and now Misha is gr0aning and getting pleasure out of listening to me.

“Oh my god, Josie… you feel so good.”

No-no-no, I think he has found my weakness. Because when he whispers that into my ear? It does me in!

I make more noises I might come to regret and feel myself climbing. Explosions are rocketing within me, one after one, and there is no stopping their intensity.

This is a beautiful moment, and Misha is with me, panting just as hard as I am as we reach another edge.

My eyes close on instinct, and I whisper. “I didn’t think I would like losing control, but with you… it’s pretty damn hot.”

Misha nuzzles my ear. “Are you telling me you wish to be dominated next time, Josie?”

I smile. “How do you know there will be a next time?”

He snorts. “Because you’re already addicted to this.”

Misha is right, of course. After having s*x with a werewolf, one that is your mate and who has fully accepted you, there is no going back to normal s*x. A human c**k just couldn’t compare…