Mated To My Obsessive Stepbrother

Chapter 30

Chapter 30

KESTER

I pushed the door to the ladies' open and peeped. Her scent filled my nostrils as I stepped inside, letting the door shut quietly behind me. My gaze fell on her instantly.

She was standing there, gripping the edge of the porcelain sink as tight as her little hands could. Her head hung low, her shoulders rising and falling with the effort to catch her breath. Strands of her dark hair framed her face, sticking lightly to the sheen of sweat on her skin. She looked... fragile. Perfect. Mine.

The fluorescent light above cast a faint glow over her figure, highlighting the curve of her hips and the way that damn dress clung to her body like a second skin. My jaw tightened involuntarily. That dress it wasn't just a dress. It was a fucking provocation.

She lifted her head slowly, probably sensing me before she saw me. Her eyes met mine in the mirror, and the moment they did, her body went rigid. Her breath hitched andibly, her lips parting as her wide, startled gaze locked onto mine.

"Alpha,” she whispered, her voice trembling slightly.

I didn't move, not immediately. I wanted her to feel it-my presence, my dominance, the intensity of what I was here for. I wanted her to know there was no escape. Not from me. Not ever.

She turned around hesitantly, her back pressing lightly against the sink as though she needed the extra support. Her nervous hands clutched the edge of it, her knuckles white, her chest rising and falling far too quickly for someone who wasn't running.

"When did we start being so formal that you now call me Alpha without a reason?" I asked, but she quickly looked

away.

Only then did I catch sight of my eyes in the mirror behind her to see that my eyes were glowing red. My wolf, Zeth, was partly in control, and he always made her scared

Zeth was a ruthlessly vicious wolf who carried out intentions and duties without a second thought. He was one anyone should be scared of. But not Mine. I had tried to let her know this since I got Zeth, that he'd never hurt her, but I guess she'd never believe me.

such

hands casually tucked into my pockets, my eyes tracing the lines of her

eyes darting toward the

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look, my lips curling into a smirk that held no warmth. "You'll have to stop wearing dresses like that," I said, my voice low and suggestive, loaded with dark intent. Tight, little things that hug your curves like they're desperate

lips parted, but no words came out. She was frozen in place, caught between fear and something else she couldn't quite

another step forward, closing the gap between us, my gaze never leaving hers. "I haven't been able to concentrate all darnn day," I confessed, my voice dropping ven lower, rough with my effort

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you in

as I moved closer, invading her space reached out slowly, my fingers brushing against her cheek with a gentleness that contradicted the storm raging inside me. Her skin was soft, warm, and she flinched slightly at the contact

over her jawline

softly at first, testing her. She tensed beneath my touch, her fingers gripping the sink behind her as though she wanted to pull away. But she didn't. She couldn't. The moment I deepened the kiss, she melted into it, her

was almost standing on her tiptoe to reach my towering

like this." I

hesitantly, one of them clutching at the fabric of my shirt as

sink beside her, caging her in without even needing to grab hold

across

I breathed the command. It was

resisted, a faint shiver rippling through her body, but it was weak. And then, like a dam breaking, she parted

I groaned low in my throat, the sound vibrating against her mouth as I claimed

ever craved." I said against her lips,

consuming. I poured everything into it-my frustration, my desire, my obsession-letting her feel the depth of my hunger for her My tongue swept against hers, coaxing and demanding, drawing her into the storm I refused

enough. Her lips softened, no longer trembling, and she kissed