All Chapters of 5 Alpha Stepbrothers On My Bed: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Dax's POVA guttural groan ripped from my throat as I spilled myself deep inside Lilith, filling her quivering core.Our lips parted with a shimmering thread of saliva that finally broke against her swollen mouth.Her head was thrown back, a soft, wanting whimper escaping her throat. Her tongue darted out, and her chest rose and fell rapidly.I bent down, catching a glistening bead of saliva from her chin with my tongue.The moment I tasted her, I felt her inner muscles clench rhythmically around my length, which stirred and began to harden again almost instantly.The wolf inside me snarled, "Again! Now! Don't stop!"In the past, I would have given in. I would have pinned her down and taken her over and over, mating until she lost consciousness beneath me.But not today."No…" I panted, fighting the instinct.She was barely recovered from her illness.This encounter in the closet was already a result of my lost control. I couldn't push her further.Gritting my teeth, I forced myself t

Lilith's POVThe car door clicked shut behind me, and I practically melted into the seat, my frayed nerves finally granting me a moment's respite.But before I could even catch my breath, Kieran's arm locked around my waist like a steel band. His head dropped heavily into the crook of my neck.I froze, my body stiffening for a second before I slowly relaxed and looked down at him.That's when I realized—he looked terrible.His usually sharp, penetrating eyes were shut tight, dark shadows pooled like bruises beneath his lashes.He looked utterly drained, as if he'd pulled multiple all-nighters or been pushed far beyond his limits.Even his voice was a far cry from its usual deep resonance."Were you sick?" he murmured.The question hit me right in the chest, a sudden, tender ache spreading through me.Here he was, completely wrecked, and his first groggy thought was to check on me."I'm fine now," I whispered, lifting my hand to carefully brush my fingertips against his closed eyelids,

Lilith's POVThe hotel lobby was brilliantly lit.I dragged my heavy carry-on suitcase, feeling utterly drained. I'd just come straight from the intense preliminary competition and was now being herded through hotel check-in. I was running on fumes.Even so, the moment I stepped off the shuttle bus, the fur hidden beneath my collar stood on end without warning.It was subtle, but I knew—someone was watching me.I lifted my head casually, my gaze sharp as it swept across the bustling lobby.Contestants checking in, travelers scrolling through phones on the couches, busy hotel staff rushing by…Everything seemed normal. No single point of unusual focus.Was I just too strung out from the competition? Too paranoid?Almost simultaneously, my new roommate, Erin, leaned in close. She also looked slightly puzzled, her head tilted as she subtly scanned the area, clearly looking for someone.Did she sense it too?Suddenly, she turned her head. Our eyes met unexpectedly in the air.She froze fo

Lilith's POVHis scorching palm had slid beneath my skirt, his rough fingertips tracing slow, deliberate circles along my inner thigh.The hard length of him pressed insistently against my very core, and each shift of his hips sent another wave of heat crashing through me.His breath, hot and ragged against my ear, was steadily dismantling my sanity.My legs felt weak, liquid. I was already slick with want, aching for him.Honestly, I wanted this. I wanted him.But…My frantic gaze fell on the white bandage wrapped around his right arm.Sure enough, a bloom of crimson was already seeping through the fresh dressing."Your arm…" I managed to gasp, clinging to that one shred of concern like a lifeline.He seemed utterly oblivious to the pain. His good arm tightened around my waist, lifting me effortlessly and settling me astride his solid thighs.Then he rocked his hips upward with a deliberate, wicked thrust—Oh, God. He wasn't wearing anything underneath.The broad, slick head of his d

Lilith’s POVMy face burned as if it were about to explode.Taste it? What was there to taste!Shame made me desperate for cover. My hands scrambled blindly, searching for scattered clothes to wipe away the undeniable evidence of my desire.But he was faster.His hand pressed down on my wrist, and then that finger, slick with my own essence, pushed past my lips with a hint of domineering force, breaching my teeth and invading my mouth.His fingertip brushed against the sensitive roof of my mouth, stirring wildly, spreading my own musky-sweet flavor across every surface.It was my own taste—I didn’t dislike it—but precisely because it was mine, I knew exactly where it came from.A wave of humiliation crashed over me.“Mmm—” I whimpered, trying to push his fingers out with my tongue, but he only tangled with me, turning my resistance into a game.He withdrew his finger, and in the next second, his scorching lips were on mine, sealing any protest I might have voiced.His tongue plunged de