My Jealous Alpha Stepbrother
Chapter 94

Josie

“Holy shit…” I pant, barely keeping myself together as Misha set course for the mansion. We are on the ground again, and I can’t stop smiling. I’m utterly amazed. “I think you have ruined me for horses. Scratch that—you’ve ruined me for every other transportation way!”

Heat spreads underneath me, and then Misha’s furry back is replaced with his ripped shoulders. His laughter hits my ears, and my heart skips a beat when I realize my hands are now on his human head.

“That was so much fun!” His grin is wide and triumphant. “Did you have a good time, Josie?”

The thumping of my heart becomes more violent when he squeezes my legs. Misha must notice it too, or maybe he is reading my mind. Either way, his eyes glimmer with amusement and mischief. Whatever he is doing, he loves my reaction. I might as well have announced he had won every argument we had fought.

“Yeah, it was lots of fun,” I’m blushing. “I loved seeing the sunset from your back. It was very romantic.”

Misha keeps walking with me on his shoulders. “I’m glad you liked it… any chance I can take you again?”

“Sure…” I smile, but it falters when I realize Misha is naked and me on top of his shoulders? Erhm. “Misha…”

“Hmm?”

“Maybe you should put me down.”

A playfulness enters his eyes. As he looks up, there is even a slight curl to the corner of his l*p. “Why?”

“It’s embarrassing.”

“No, it’s not,” Misha laughs as if he replaces me ridiculous. “Our parents know we are mates, and I like having you close.”

For some reason, that only makes me shyer. “What if I’m heavy?”

“You’re not,” Misha squeezes my leg. “You’re in excellent shape. Which is weird, considering how much junk food you eat.”

“Hey!”

He laughs, and I growl at him. Misha pays it no attention, though. He strolls through the door with ease, all happy-go-lucky.

My hands are still on his head, and I scold myself for liking having him carry me. He is holding me like I’m the best thing that ever happened to him, and he is warm, and I feel… loved.

My heart flutters at the fuzzy feeling, and I can’t resist running my hands through Misha’s white hair. It’s soft and starting to get a little long, but it feels healthy and smooth.

Misha makes a little grunt in his throat and peers up at me. “Is it okay if we share a room tonight again?”

“Do you want that?”

“How could I not?” Misha is climbing up the last of the stairs. “You’re my mate, and we should always be close. Now that I’ve had you and know how soft your skin is, it would kill me to sleep apart from you.”

Oh, Misha…

“I’m not sure how much sleeping there would be if we shared a room,” I’m not afraid to admit that, and I giggle at his stunned expression. “Why are you shocked? You’re hot!”

A blush spreads over his face, and Misha averts his eyes grumpily, muttering, “You make it sound as if you not being able to keep your hands off me is a bad thing.”

“You like it when I touch you?”

“Uh, yes?” He seems almost offended that I would think otherwise.

“Really?”

“Yes, really! How could you not know this? I’ve tried to get your attention all day, and you just… you threatened and warned me about what would happen if I touched you.”

I fall into a giggling fit. “Because I needed you to train! I didn’t want to distract you from that!”

“And you didn’t stop to think I could do both?” He wags his eyebrows. “It doesn’t take long to make me c*m, not when it’s s*x with you.”

I freeze to stare at Misha. f**k, he is cute. His odd-colored eyes make it so that one side of his face appears angelic while the other looks downright mischievous.

His strong jawline is shadowed with a few days of stubble. Not enough to call it an actual beard. More like he couldn’t be bothered to shave, and that, paired with the little freckles he has gotten from the sun on the bridge of his nose, makes him look so delicious.

Everything about him is alluring.

I really want to touch him. Stroke his muscular chest, have him nibble my neck, and k**s me all night.

“I would love it if we shared a bed tonight,” I say, beaming. Misha’s lips struggle to contain a smile, but before he can get too happy, I quickly add, “But no s*x tonight!”

He sits down on the bed with me still straddling him. I swear to god, his shoulders are f*****g huge. I’m growing hotter between my legs thinking about it, but I will myself into focusing on our conversation. Misha’s chin is tilted up, and his pout is right below me.

“Why don’t you want s*x?” He asks.

I stroke some hair away from Misha’s face. “Because you need more motivation to win against Blaze tomorrow,” I tease. “But once he is but a memory, I will do dirty things to you.”

His eyes go wide with surprise, followed by amusement, before finally landing on playfulness. “You tell me to wait, but… if I took you now, would you really be able to say no?”

Oh, I know what he is trying to do!

“Don’t think you can charm me into giving it to you tonight! You need a prize for tomorrow, and this will inspire you!”

Misha flops down with me still on his shoulders. I yelp in surprise before landing on my heap of pillows. My eyes blink up at the ceiling and then at Misha’s looming head and, finally, his large chest.

Holy s**t.

Sometimes I forget that he is a man. Like, I don’t forget-forget, but he is my friend during the day. Now? Now he looks like a very large man, and his body muscles are making me dumb.

I stare at his chest as he hovers on all fours above me, smirking knowingly as if he knows what I’m thinking.

s**t.

“You heard the thought I had, didn’t you?”

He tries to stifle a laugh, but it comes out as a chuckle. “The one about my muscles making you dumb?”

“You bastard!” I laugh. “You’re not supposed to read my mind!”

“I can’t control it yet!”

“Liar!”

While laughing, I squeeze my legs around Misha. My next maneuver is meant to grip and push him onto his back, but Misha is too heavy. He lifts two curious eyebrows at me, and then he chuckles.

“Oh, this is interesting,” he looms closer and pins me underneath his broad chest. My legs are still wrapped around him, and my p***y pulsates as he comes closer, his lips hovering over mine.

“What are you planning on doing to me?” I ask. I’m horny and so close to thrusting against him if just to rub my clit against him. He is so hot.

“I don’t know… but… you look really good underneath me, Josie,” Misha teases, knowing damn well I had planned on taking him down. He doesn’t mention that, though.

Instead, he leans down to k**s my jaw. Plenty of times until he speaks in a husky voice. “It would be even better if you were naked like me. I wouldn’t mind if you rubbed your clit against my hard-on.”

I glare at him, and Misha laughs.

“Oh, come on, Josie. What does it matter that I know this stuff? I’m in love with you, and all your thoughts are compliments. I’m flattered and so goddamn happy that you like me and replace me attractive. What is the harm in letting me know this?”

“Oh…” I hadn’t thought of that. “I suppose you’re right…” my eyes widen into the size of saucers. “Wait… you’re in love with me?”

Misha snorts. “Haven’t I said that already?”

“Hard to believe every time.”

His eyes soften, and then he k****s my lips softly at first. Then harder and harder with more hunger. The sensation makes my toes curl. He is a good kisser in that sort of way that makes me feel ticklish and fluttery.

When he leans away, his breath hits my face. “You inspired me today, Josie, and without you, I wouldn’t have been able to shape-shift.”

“No,” I’m bad with compliments, so I’m trying to shove it away. “It was all you. I did nothing.”

“You did,” Misha almost sounds angry for a second, and then he caresses my face with his warm hand. His fingertips are rough, yet they feel so nice against my skin. “You inspire me to test my limits, and I wish to become even stronger… for you.”

I melt like butter. “For me?”

He nudges his nose against mine softly, tenderly. It’s a sweet gesture, and my ovaries are singing. Misha is such a precious mate. I love how cuddly he can be and how he looks and talks to me.

“You and I might be entirely new, but I already know I wish to spend forever with you. You’re my family, Josie. My mate. My lover and my best, best friend.”

I giggle. “Isn’t Becky your best friend?”

“Oh, she is good, but,” his warm eyes meet mine. “But she isn’t you. Neither does she makes me as warm, emotional, and horny at the same time as you do.”

Since I’m feeling frisky, I reach down and gasp. Misha is rock-hard, and a smile breaks over my lips when he looks slightly embarrassed. It’s endearing. He is so beautiful, yet he isn’t full of himself—I like that personality trait a lot.

“Not tonight,” I tell him despite my dripping p***y protesting and disagreeing with me. “Tomorrow, after your victory match against alpha Blaze, we will f**k.”

He pouts. “Fine…”

My smile only grows. “And never look embarrassed that you’re hard again. I think you’re the hottest guy on earth.”

Misha’s eyebrows shoot into his hairline, and then his lips crash over mine, kissing me fiercely. I mewl into his lips, shocked by his sudden surge of passion, and then…

I’m melting into a puddle.

Kissing Misha is my second favorite thing in the world. There is only one better thing, which is having s*x with him.