Semua Bab 5 Alpha Stepbrothers On My Bed: Bab 11 - Bab 20

Lilith's POVThe car door slams, making me jump.The cool leather seat chills my skin through my skirt. Before I can settle, the partition rises, and the tinted windows seal us in a private cage.Jarek's scent—dark cedar and danger—engulfs me. His strong arms lock around me like steel, my nose pressed into his expensive suit.He loves this—holding me close, burying his face in my neck, kissing, sniffing, claiming my scent."Did you miss me?"I tried to squirm away, but his hand fisted in my hair, holding me in place. His wet tongue traces my pulse, and my racing heartbeat echoes in my ears."Hmm?" His palm squeezes my waist, rough fingers kneading with wicked intent. "Answer me."I arch away. "Stop...it tickles…"His broad hand slides over my stomach, the other tracing my waist slowly. Every touch sets my skin on fire.I bite my lip to stop trembling, but a whimper escapes when he presses harder. "Ugh...stop.""Ticklish? Cute." He chuckles, his hand suddenly sliding up.I freeze. His

Lilith's POVThis week, Jarek's been relentless, calling me out every afternoon after school. The car becomes his hunting ground the moment the door shuts.His arms wrap around me, my back crashing into his chest, his heat burning through my uniform."Don't—" I start, but his hand grabs my chin, his tongue silencing my protest.His rough palm slips under my skirt, kneading my breasts, sucking my nipple, fingers prying my thighs apart, scraping my skin—hot, itchy, unbearable.He loves whispering filthy things, his breath hot in my ear. "Honey, your nipples are hard...all for me."His stiff cock presses between my thighs, his hands gripping my ass so hard it hurts.Worse were the dinners.The second my fork clinked against the plate, his knee would wedge between my thighs, his tail—god, that damn tail—coiling around my ankle like a possessive shackle."Open your mouth," he orders.He'd press wine-soaked steak past my lips, then lick into my mouth, stealing the taste.Dinner drags on for

Lilith's POVBrielle and I practically became the library that afternoon—highlighters bleeding into textbooks, fingers cramping around pens, the kind of study grind that leaves your brain fried but weirdly satisfied.We grabbed greasy burgers off-campus after, trading calculus shortcuts and stupid jokes until the streetlights flickered on.For once, my phone stayed silent.No Jarek. No Kieran lurking outside my window.And the next few days? Radio silence. Like they'd all vanished into thin air.Not that I was complaining.Well. Mostly.The one exception? Daegan.Every. Damn. Morning.The only thing bugging me? Morning rides to school with Daegan.It's not awkward, exactly—he barely talks—but his presence makes me tense, like one wrong glance will expose all my secrets.I'd clench my teeth, clutch my backpack straps, and pray he couldn't smell my nerves.But here's the thing&

Lilith's POV"Closer."His hand lands on my thigh, firm but not heavy, pinning me in place. He pulls me in, my back flush against his chest.The contact makes me rigid, my skin heating where we touch, the warmth spreading from my waist to every nerve. I squirm lightly."Don't move." His voice is ice-cold."I... I want to get off..." My words tremble.His hand clamps my thigh, the sudden pinch making me gasp."You seemed pretty happy sitting on Jarek's lap," he sneers, breath hot against my ear. "Or is mine not good enough for you?"I stare, shocked, meeting his mocking gaze.How does he know that?Then his fingers brush my waist, lingering, stroking, teasing.I freeze, too scared to move, terrified he'll do something worse.Just at this moment. My phone buzzes on the seat beside us.I glance down—Jarek.Daegan's breath hits my chest, his hand tightening on my waist, knuckles pressing into my ribs. Not hard, but enough to tell me he's pissed.I turn my head, pretending I didn't see the

Lilith's POVHis hand finally releases my chin, giving me a moment to breathe, but my heart's still racing out of control.My fingers tremble as I hesitantly grip the base of his cock, the thick, hot weight making my hands shake.I pull it out of my mouth, staring at the rigid shaft in my grip, massive like a beast's fang.When I dared glance up, Daegan's gaze burned down at me."Stick out your tongue."Swallowing hard, I lean closer, tongue extended, licking the length of his cock like it's a lollipop, just as he taught me. Salt and musk exploded on my tongue.Like tasting an unfamiliar candy, I lap at the shaft—lick, pull back, lick again, circling the head.Strange. Even as I serviced him, heat pooled between my thighs, my own need spiraling out of control.Hesitating, I take the tip into my mouth, sucking lightly, my tongue brushing the slit, the sharp taste flooding my throat."Mmph..." Daegan's low groan rumbles above me.His breathing falters, his icy composure cracking, eyes g