บททั้งหมดของ Mated to My Rival Step Brother: บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

Alex's POV:Blake’s hands slide to the hem of my t-shirt.He does not rush it.“Okay?” he asks softly, even now.My answer is a breath, not a word. I nod.The fabric lifts over my head, cool air kissing my skin where his warmth had been. I barely have time to feel exposed before his hands return to me, firm at my waist, grounding me.Then he leans in.His face buries into my neck, and I gasp at the first contact. His lips are warm. Intent. He presses a kiss just below my jaw, then another. And another.Soft.Then deeper.His mouth lingers, drawing heat, leaving marks I know I’ll feel long after tonight. My head tilts back without permission, giving him more, because my body already knows what it wants.“Blake,” I whisper, my voice breaking.He hums against my skin, the sound vibrating straight through me. “You’re too responsive,” he murmurs, almost fond. “Do you know that?”My hands slide up to his shoulders, gripping there like they’re the only solid thing left in the room. His muscle

Alex's POV:Blake’s fingers hook lightly at the fabric and ease it lower, slow enough that the anticipation hurts more than the movement itself.Cool air meets heated skin.I suck in a sharp breath, instinctively tensing, suddenly too aware of myself, of him, of the way my body has already betrayed me.Blake stills.Then he looks up.The reaction is immediate. Honest. His eyes darken, widen just a fraction, and a quiet sound leaves him before he can stop it.“Whoa,” he murmurs, voice rough with awe rather than surprise. “You’re already reacting to me.”My face burns. “Blake, enough.”“For me,” he finishes softly, not teasing. Claiming. “That’s not nothing, Alex.”He doesn’t touch. Not yet. The restraint is deliberate, almost reverent. One hand remains steady at my thigh, grounding me while his gaze holds me in place.“You don’t even realize what you look like right now,” he says quietly. “How open you are. How honest.”I swallow hard, my breath uneven. “I feel exposed.”His thumb press

Blake's POV:I keep kissing him non-stop. His every feature but his nipples is too attractive. Being masculine with strong muscles, his chest is quite astonishing. I put my knees by keeping his waist between and start playing with his left nipple."I love to tease here, you respond so actively." I softly bite it and squeeze his right one."Humm," he moans, which I am loving the most. "You're driving me insane, Blake.""That's what I plan to do," I trail down my kisses through his abs to his belly button. I lick a bit and draw a gentle love-bite.And then I lift my head. He is lying straight, closed eyes, gripping the bedsheet, heaving chest, and gaspingfor air with open eyes. Just like any Greek God is getting pleasure with moans and smiles."Lex," I take his name, and he opens his eyes. "Let me take you somewhere you've never been before." I take a few inches backward step with my knees. My gaze halts at his gender definer. Thick, strong, hard, semi-standing. I take it into my right f

Blake’s POV:I open the door before Liam can knock again.He steps in fast, eyes forward, mouth already moving like he has a thousand things to say. He does not look around. He does not notice anything unusual. No tension. No awkwardness. Just Liam being Liam.“Bro,” he says, kicking the door shut behind him. “You were not picking up calls. I knocked twice.”I glance back.Alex is already dressed.Shirt buttoned. Trousers neat. Hair slightly damp but styled enough to look normal. Too normal. Like nothing happened. Like we did not wake up in the same bed just minutes ago.I raise a brow at him.He smacks his lips back at me, subtle but smug.I shake my head and turn back to Liam.“What’s up,” I ask.Liam drops onto the chair near the desk. “Big news. Lyra enrolled. Midnight Academy.”I nod. “Yeah. I know.”He stares at me. “You know.”“I knew she would,” I say calmly. “When I went to Silver Mansion, she told me she was thinking about it.”Liam leans back. “After the Rogue mess. After Aa

Blake POV:The forest does not feel the same tonight.It is quieter. Too quiet.The kind of silence that presses against the ears instead of resting around them. Even the leaves seem to pause as Alex and I step into the clearing. Moonlight filters through the branches in pale strips, cutting the ground into light and shadow.My wolf is restless the moment my boots hit the earth.Not loud. Not wild.Alert.I roll my shoulders and breathe out slowly.“You feel it too,” I say.Alex does not answer right away. His eyes sweep the trees, his posture sharp. When he finally speaks, his voice is low.“Yes.”That is all he says, but it is enough.We take our places anyway. We have trained through worse tension than this. Fear does not stop us. It never has.“Ground first,” Alex says. “Same as before.”I nod and plant my feet firmly into the soil. The earth feels alive tonight. Like it is pushing back against me.I breathe.In.Out.The wolf stirs.Not gently this time.Pressure builds behind my