All Chapters of 5 Alpha Stepbrothers On My Bed: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Rylan's POVAs my words hung in the air, Lilith's eyes flew wide.Her thighs clenched instinctively, making her silken heat tighten like a vise around my throbbing cock.It jumped in response, swelling even harder, filling her completely until not a sliver of space remained.But I didn't move. Not yet.The night's young, and I want to savor her, tease her until she's begging.The two fingers I still had in her mouth began to move in a slow, deliberate rhythm, plunging deep, twisting, my knuckles grazing the soft palate until I finally captured her trembling tongue.My other hand cupped the full weight of her breast, kneading gently, feeling the faint shivers wrack her frame.Her breath hitched, growing ragged. A thin trail of saliva escaped the corner of her lips, slicking my fingers.Only when I felt the faint scrape of her sharp canines against my skin did I release her tongue and slowly withdraw my fingers from the wet heat of her mouth."Such a clever tongue," I chuckled, my admir

Lilith’s POVThe pleasure was building to a peak, a deep, throbbing need coiling tight within me.Then he stopped.Just like that.His thick cock buried deep inside me, but utterly, infuriatingly still.A desperate, hollow ache seized me instantly.My nerves screamed in protest, every cell yearning for the lost rhythm."Mmmph…" I arched my back, trying to find some friction, some relief, but his powerful thighs held me pinned.My small movements were useless, a pathetic imitation of the wild, fulfilling pace he'd set just moments before.Helpless, I tilted my head back, my voice a shaky, pleading whisper."Move… please, Rylan. I need… it's so deep, so empty…"A low, guttural growl rumbled in his chest. I knew he wanted this too.But he didn't give in. Instead, still buried to the hilt, he began to withdraw with an agonizing slowness, only to stop again when just half of his length remained.The thick, pulsing shaft dragged against my most sensitive inner walls, granting a fleeting, te

Lilith's POVWhat?My mind went blank for a second, struggling to follow his train of thought.Then, like a bucket of ice water, understanding dawned.He'd found it. The old T-shirt of his I'd hidden in the most secret corner of my closet.The sudden exposure of my secret sent a tidal wave of shame and flustered panic crashing over me."No, it's not like that!" My eyes flew open, and I twisted around to explain, forgetting my own nakedness in my haste.I just… I just hid it because I was afraid Kieran might see it!But before the words could fully leave my lips, he moved with lightning speed.His mouth captured mine in a kiss unlike any before—possessive, demanding, utterly invasive.His tongue forced its way past my parted lips, sweeping into my mouth with an arrogant dominance that left no room for protest.It was a thorough conquest, tasting, claiming, stirring everything in its path.Just as dizziness from lack of air began to cloud my vision, one of his hands slid beneath the she

Lilith's POVI had no idea how long I'd been sitting there until a maid knocked softly on the door."Master, dinner is ready.""Okay," I murmured absentmindedly, only then realizing I'd been sitting here in a daze the entire day.No one came home. Not a single one of them.An inexplicable sense of abandonment crept into my chest, spreading like frost beneath my skin.In the dining room, the long table stretched endlessly before me.I sat alone. Even the roasted lamb chops tasted dull and lifeless on my tongue.But the faint trace of my stepbrothers' scent lingering in the air was far more intoxicating than any food could ever be.After dinner, I wandered aimlessly through the corridors of the familiar manor like a ghost, as if searching for something I couldn't quite name—or find.My feet carried me of their own accord until I found myself standing before a door I knew all too well.The music room.The moment I pushed it open, that familiar scent enveloped me like an invisible embrace

Lilith's POVI sank into a deep, dreamless sleep, my body mending itself wrapped in a cocoon of warmth.I didn't stir until the last vestiges of my headache had completely faded, my eyes slowly fluttering open.The sight that greeted me wasn't the soft palette of my own room.Cold, hard shades of grey defined the walls, the metal furniture stark and minimalist.The air was thick with the potent scent of rum and alpha—Dax's signature.This was his room.The very room where, once, in a fevered haze, I had mistaken him for Daegan, had clung to him, and where we had...for the first time…The memory alone set my cheeks, the tips of my ears, even the skin beneath my collarbones ablaze.I drew a deep breath, trying to calm my suddenly racing heart, forcing myself to focus.Pushing the covers aside, I stepped onto the cool floorboards barefoot.Miraculously, every trace of my illness was gone.M