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All Chapters of MY ALPHA STEPBROTHER'S OBSESSION : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

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FIFTY ONE

“Oh baby, you're fucking drenched” I grind my pussy over his thick cock pressing against me. I need more of him.He pulls his fingers away from my pussy and I groan in objection.He chuckles as yanks his boxers down, just enough to free his cock.My mouth waters at the sight of it.“Do you want to-” before he can finish his statement, I am already nodding.“I’m all yours.” He says pulling his boxers down I get on my knees, my ass jutting in the air and I roll my tongue over the thick head of his cock.He groans and lifts his hips from the bed. I pull my mouth away and he groans even harder“I need your mouth.” He begs and I smile at the desperation in his voiceI flick my tongue over the small slit and my mouth is filled with the salty taste of his precum. I suck his cock into my mouth, I love feeling the weight of him… I love how full he feels in my mouth.He lifts his hips again and this time, I open my mouth.“Yesss, that’s it.” He moans and thrusts upwards again, this time he do

FIFTY TWO

The room vibrated in the kind of silence that only comes after love making. But her insides were twirling like a tiny million moths had been met loose. Lazily, Dahlia watched the faint moonlight that slipped through the curtains in pale ribbons, laying silver across the sheets, across Aidan’s bare chest, across the tangled shape of their legs beneath the blanket. Dahlia lay tucked against him, her cheek resting over the steady rise and fall of his heart, her fingers lazily tracing the lines of his stomach.She should have felt it by now. By the goddess, she knew that she should have felt that invisible string growing stronger. Every story whispered among wolves spoke of the same moment.After the claiming. After the surrender.After the moon witnessed what belonged to it.The bond would rise like dawn. It would wrap around them both. It would be hot, alive, undeniable.She would hear him in the quiet spaces of her mind.Feel where he was without looking.Know his emotions the way

FIFTY THREE

She counts the breaths between his footsteps.One.Two.Three.Esmeralda presses herself flatter against the corridor wall, tucked inside the blind angle where a marble pillar meets a carved alcove. The mansion is too quiet for a place this large.There are no servants passing. No guards speaking. No music. Just the low hum of wind passing in the halls and the distant groan of old pipes.Predator houses were always silent.Sylas Reid walks ahead of her with the lazy confidence of a man who has never needed to fear what follows him. Dark coat thrown over broad shoulders, hair still damp as if he has just showered, hands in his pockets like he’s returning from nothing more dangerous than a late dinner.He doesn’t look back once.That unsettles her more than if he had.She had watched him for weeks from the edges of hockey arenas, parking lots, campus halls. She had seen the public version… the charming rival, the beautiful brute, the man girls sighed over and men envied.This version is

FIFTY FOUR

“Who sent you?”His voice did not rise.That was the worst part.Esmeralda had known cruel men. Men who shouted because they needed noise to feel powerful. Men who barked orders and broke bones loudly, theatrically, so everyone would know fear belonged to them.Sylas Reid did none of that.He stood a few feet away in the dark, one hand tucked into the pocket of his coat, the other loosely holding the chain attached to one of the creatures. Moonlight filtered through the trees in fractured strips, silvering the sharp planes of his face and catching in eyes that looked almost black from this distance.The ghouls remained still.She looked at them again as if they would disappear like a bad dream. Their pale skin was hairless and stretched too tightly over jutting bone. Their mouths hung slightly open, exposing rows of wet, needle-thin teeth. They did not pant. Did not blink. Only watched her with the patience of something that knew food eventually surrendered.Esmeralda burst into tear

FIFTY FIVE

Sylas sat on a fallen log in the middle of the clearing as if the night belonged to him.His ghouls had returned a while ago, dragging two deers by their horns. She'd watched them tear both deers to pieces while they struggled to escape. It felt strange, knowing that she could have been the one behind their teeth and claws. Esmeralda watched him through swollen eyes, wrists bound behind the chair, thighs slick with drying blood. The two ghouls remained chained to the trees on either side of her, silent as carved idols, their pale heads angled toward the scent of pain.He had moved on from questioning.That somehow terrified her more.An old leather phone book rested open across his knee, yellowed pages fluttering whenever the wind passed through the trees. He turned each page with unhurried precision, scanning names, addresses, old numbers no one sane still used.“What are you doing?” she croaked.He did not look up.“Research.”“That’s not an answer.”“It’s the only one you’re getti

FIFTY SIX

Grathen stood at the center of the hall with both hands clasped behind his back.The firelight caught in the silver strands of his hair and made him look carved from something older than stone.His gaze rested on Aidan for a long quiet moment.Then he spoke.“You are welcome here.”Aidan’s shoulders went rigid.“I don’t need your welcome.”The words cracked through the room like a whip.Dahlia turned to him so fast her neck hurt.Aidan’s jaw flexed. Anger moved through him in visible waves, old and bitter and bruised.For one dangerous second, she thought he would say more.“Aidan.” Dahlia muttered Then he inhaled deeply through his nose, eyes shutting for the briefest moment.When he opened them again, some of the fire had dimmed.“...Thank you,” he muttered.Lorelei nearly smiled.Sylas, who stood beside the window with his hands in his pockets, looked deeply entertained.Before anyone could change their mind, Dahlia stepped forward.“We need help.”Grathen’s attention shifted to h

FIFTY SEVEN

The moment they stepped onto the dock, Aidan tore his hand from Dahlia’s grip.Wood groaned beneath his pacing. The water around the island slapped restlessly against the pillars below, dark and endless beneath the moonlight.“Aidan?”“No.” He turned so sharply the word sliced between them. “No, you don’t get to start with my name like that.”Dahlia froze.Sylas remained farther back near the path, hands in his pockets, gaze unreadable. Smart enough not to interrupt. For once.Aidan laughed once, but there was nothing amused in it.“I knew it.”“You knew what?”“That something was wrong.” He pointed toward the mansion behind them. “I knew he was always around for a reason. I knew every time you defended him, every time you ran to him, every time you looked at him like he was harmless… ”“I never looked at him like that.”“You did.”His voice cracked on the last word.It hurt more than if he had shouted.Dahlia stepped closer carefully, like approaching an injured animal.“Aidan, liste

FIFTY EIGHT

Sylas found the captain near the ropes, crouched low as he checked the knots twice over.“We leave now,” Sylas said.The captain straightened immediately. One look at Sylas’s face and he nodded without question.“Yes, sir.”He moved past him and toward the steering deck.Only when the man was gone did Sylas turn.Lorelei stood a few feet behind him, hands clasped in front of her white dress like she had all the patience in the world. He didn't like anything about her, and he was not ready to speak to her. Moonlight silvered her honey hair.Her eyes were warm.Too warm.“What do you want?” Sylas asked.She smiled softly.“Straight to hostility. Interesting.”“I prefer efficiency.”She cleared her throat and for some reason, took a step towards him. He wanted distance between them, he didn't really like other people that much… HeHe didn't like them at all. “I’ve been studying vampires for a very long time,” she said, stepping even closer. “I was wondering if you could give me insight

FIFTY NINE

The dock was already behind him by the time the sound of water stopped feeling like water.It had turned into something else.Something persistent.Something inside his bones.Sylas walked without direction at first, letting the yacht take care of distance while his body did the more difficult work of pretending it wasn’t unraveling. The air on deck was sharp, salted, clean in a way that should have grounded him.It didn’t.If anything, it made things worse.Because clean air left no place to hide what was happening.His jaw tightened as he leaned briefly against the railing, fingers curling around the metal until it bit into his skin. He should have been past this stage. He should have been stable enough by now to ignore it, to compartmentalize it, to turn it into something else the way he always did.But his body didn’t care what he should have been.It only cared about what it wanted.And what it wanted had a name now.That was the problem.He exhaled slowly through his nose, as if

SIXTY

They watched as the phone rang again.And again.The sound cut through the room like something violent, too ordinary for what it interrupted.Dahlia froze against the mattress, breath still caught somewhere between her throat and Aidan’s mouth. The heat between them didn’t disappear immediately, it lingered in the air like a mistake that hadn’t decided what it wanted to become yet.Aidan didn’t move at first.His forehead rested against hers, eyes still half-lidded, like he was refusing the world on principle.Then the phone rang again.Longer this time.Persistent.Dahlia swallowed, her fingers still tangled loosely in his shirt as if she had forgotten how to let go.“Aidan,” she whispered.He exhaled through his nose, slow and irritated, and shifted slightly off her but not away from her. His hand stayed on her waist like an anchor, like if he let go she might vanish into whatever was calling them back.He reached for her phone without looking at the screen.Then stopped.His expres

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