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 a controlling and compelling aura that she

tucked into my pockets, my

quickened even more, her eyes darting toward the door behind

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and suggestive, loaded with dark intent. Tight, little things that hug your curves like they're desperate to cling to you." My eyes dragged over her body once more, taking in the way the fabric stretched across her hips, the swell of her breasts, and the slender curve of her waist. "Do you know what it does

place, caught between fear and something else she couldn't quite name. Something

to concentrate all darnn day," I confessed, my voice dropping ven lower, rough with my effort at restraint. "Not with you sitting out there, looking like

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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 before

you know?" My thumb brushed over her jawline as I leaned in, my lips barely a breath away

as though she wanted to pull away. But she didn't. She couldn't. The moment I deepened the kiss, she melted into

on her tiptoe to reach my towering height. So

Of having you like this." I confessed as I

hesitantly, one of them clutching at the fabric of my shirt as though anchoring herself. Her breathing

in without even needing to

tongue across

I breathed the command. It was more like a

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

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

I said

more 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

leaned into me just slightly, but it was enough. Her lips softened, no longer