All Chapters of Mated to My Rival Step Brother: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

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161. Alex's Message

Blake’s POV:Aaran’s dorm building stands apart from the rest.Not isolated. Just… intentional.The structure is darker than the others, polished stone mixed with deep metal panels that catch the light in sharp angles. Red runes are carved near the entrance, subtle but powerful. Bloodmoon design. Bold. Dominant. It fits him more than I want to admit.I stop for a second before knocking.This is fine, I tell myself. This is just study. This is not about Alex.The door opens before my knuckles even land.“Blake,” Aaran says, smiling like he has been waiting behind the door the whole time. “You came.”“I said I would,” I reply, stepping inside.The door closes behind me with a soft click.The dorm is… a lot.Black dominates the walls, broken by deep red accents. Velvet textures on the sofa. Steel and glass furniture that looks expensive without trying to show off. The lighting is low but warm, casting everything in a calm glow instead of shadows.It reminds me of Alex’s dorm.That thoug

162. Laughter Between Plates

Blake’s POV:The first thing I notice is the smell.Not the sharp kind like instant noodles or burnt oil. This is warm. Layered. Comforting. Like something that belongs to a home rather than a dorm.I step further inside Aaran’s kitchen, my eyes automatically scanning the space. Everything is neat but not sterile. Countertops wiped clean. Ingredients already prepped. A soft hum of heat coming from the stove.Aaran moves around easily, like he knows exactly where everything belongs. Sleeves rolled up. Hair slightly messy. Focused without looking tense.“You cook?” I ask, leaning my shoulder against the counter.He glances at me over his shoulder, one brow lifting. “That sounds like an accusation.”I huff. “No. It sounds like disbelief.”He chuckles, turning back to what he is doing. “I take that as a compliment.”I step closer and then stop.There are dishes everywhere.Not scattered. Planned.Grilled chicken glazed with herbs. A pot of creamy mushroom soup gently simmering. Roasted veg

163. Lines You Don’t Get to Draw

Blake’s POV:The movie keeps playing.Laugh tracks. Music swelling. Two princes falling in love on a screen that suddenly feels unreal, distant—like something happening in a world I don’t belong to anymore.My phone buzzes again.Once.Short. Sharp.My chest tightens before I even unlock it.Alex: I’m coming to Aaran’s dorm.The words blur for a second.My pulse slams hard enough that I can hear it in my ears.I shut the laptop without thinking.Aaran looks at me instantly. “Blake?”“I—” My voice comes out rough. “I’m sorry.”He straightens. “What happened?”I stand, already backing away. “I need to leave. Right now.”Concern crosses his face, followed by something quieter. Disappointment he doesn’t try to hide.“I promised you the movie,” I say quickly. “I promise next time I’ll stay. I mean it.”He studies me for a long second, then nods. “Okay.”No argument. No guilt.That somehow hurts more.“I’ll walk you—”“No,” I interrupt gently. “Please. Just… thank you. For tonight.”His smil

164. Shh, Don't Disturb Me [18+]

Blake's POV:I shoved him.Stupid. I knew it was stupid the second my palms connected with Alex's chest, the second I felt the solid wall of him barely budge an inch. But the anger had been sitting too hot behind my ribs for too long, and my body moved before my brain caught up.The silence that followed lasted maybe half a second.Then Alex's eyes shifted.That's the only way I can describe it. One moment he was Alex, controlled, composed, that familiar smirk sitting easy on his face, and the next, something darker surfaced behind his gaze. Something that made my stomach drop straight to the floor. His jaw ticked once. And then he moved.His hand shot up and gripped my shoulder so fast I barely registered it happening. The pressure was firm, deliberate, not bruising but not gentle either. A warning wrapped in a touch. And before I could process that, before I could so much as open my mouth to say something smart or stupid or anything at all.He kissed me.Just like that. Sealed his li

165: Taken by Him [18+]

Blake's POV:His knuckles rested against the leather, unhurried and knowing. Not moving. Just resting there like he wanted me to feel it. To understand exactly where this was going.My breath hitched so hard it must have been audible.And through the haze of the kiss, I felt him smile against my mouth. His lips barely left mine when he spoke."Trust me." The words came out low, pressed right against my mouth so close his lips brushed mine with every syllable. "You are going to remember this night forever." A pause. Another slow brush. "I'll claim you tonight as mine." His breath was warm against my skin. "Only mine."The word landed somewhere deep in my chest and just sat there."But you wanted me to stay away." The words came out before I could stop them. Quiet. A little wrecked. Because it was true he'd said it himself, not long ago, and now he was here with his hands on me and his mouth making me forget my own name.He pulled back just enough to look at me. That dark, unbothered ga

166. Too Thick for One Palm [18+]

Blake's POV:I was still somewhere inside my own head when his hands moved again.That familiar grip returned to my waist belt and this time there was no pause, no warning, no moment to brace. He worked the buckle open with the kind of easy confidence that suggested he'd been planning this exact sequence of events for longer than I'd care to think about. The leather slid loose and he looked up at me once, briefly, with something dark sitting comfortable behind his eyes."I didn't like how you chose to wear tight jeans when visiting Aaran."His voice was conversational. Calm. Like he was making an observation about the weather rather than standing there with my belt hanging open in his hands."Now," he continued, fingers finding my zipper without looking down, "you'll feel the pain on your joystick to wear anything tight for days."The zipper went down.And then my jeans went with it, and my briefs followed in the same motion, and the cold air of the room hit my skin all at once and I w

167. Ready to be Choked [18+]

Blake's POV:"Oof, Lex—"Whatever word I was reaching for dissolved completely. My legs gave out the way I knew they would, the way I'd been fighting against for the last however many minutes, and his arms caught me before I could embarrass myself entirely. No hesitation. Like he'd been expecting it."Let me lift you on my back," he said, already moving, already turning, and then the floor was gone and I was draped across his back with my legs hanging loose and my cheek resting against the warm skin of his shoulder. He carried me like I weighed nothing worth mentioning. My feet dangled somewhere near the floor and I had absolutely no dignity left to protect so I didn't bother trying.He crossed the room and set me down on the edge of the bed with the same calm efficiency he did everything else. Gentle enough. Deliberate enough.Then he stepped back and I actually looked at him for the first time since this whole thing began.He was in shorts only. Just that. And the dim light in the ro

168. Inside My Mouth [18+]

Blake's POV:He entered slow.That was the thing about Alex. Even in moments like this, even when everything about his energy was dominant and consuming and completely in charge, he did it slow. Like he wanted me to feel every single centimeter of it. Like rushing would mean missing something he had no intention of missing.My jaw stretched to accommodate him and my fingers immediately grabbed for his thighs, gripping the solid muscle there just to have something to hold onto. Something real. Something to anchor me while my entire world narrowed down to this one singular point of existence."Good boy." His voice came from above me, low and rough around the edges. His grip in my hair tightened by a fraction. "Just like that. Keep breathing."Easier said than done.He pushed deeper and my throat protested and my eyes watered and I held his thighs harder and breathed through my nose and just took it. All of it. Because this was Alex and somewhere between the wall and the bed and everythin

169. Soaked With Your Ice Cream [18+]

Blake's POV:Something was building in his thighs under my hands. A tension I recognized. His rhythm was losing its perfect evenness, getting more urgent, and his breathing above me had gone genuinely ragged.He was close.I felt it before he acknowledged it, felt it in the way his grip on my head tightened and his hips moved with less patience and more need. And something in me responded to that, some stubborn possessive part of me that had been quiet all night, that decided it wasn't done yet.I pulled back.His grip resisted for a second but I pulled again and he let me go, and I slid back and looked up at him and wrapped my hand around him before he could say a word."I am not done with you yet." My voice came out completely destroyed, rough and low and barely recognizable as mine. I didn't care.He looked down at me with something wild moving behind his eyes.And then the sounds started."Aahh."Just that. Just that one sound punching out of him as my hand moved, his head dropping

170. Get Ready to Moan Again [18+]

Blake's POV:I don't know what came over me exactly.Maybe it was the way he was still hovering above me with that unguarded smile sitting on his face like he'd forgotten to put his armor back on. Maybe it was the dim light catching the exhaustion in his eyes, the real kind, the kind that lives deeper than just physical tiredness. Maybe it was simply that after everything tonight I wanted to give something back.I pressed my palm gently against his chest and guided him down.He let me. That alone felt significant. Alex letting someone else move him, direct him, settle him somewhere without putting up resistance. He laid back against the mattress and looked up at the ceiling for a moment and I sat beside him just taking in the full picture of him at rest.Then I leaned down and started at his jaw.Just a kiss. Soft and unhurried. The same way he'd mapped my face earlier in the night, I took that same care now, pressing my lips to his cheekbone, his temple, the corner of his eye. He was

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