All Chapters of Mated to My Rival Step Brother: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Blake's POV:He wasn't stopping his movement, even now, he was rougher than before. "I swear, Silver. Tomorrow, I doubt you can wear any underwear." Alex murmured and squeezed my balls harder."Oh God, damn it. Alex, don't provoke me to be hard on you." I growled. However, I failed to continue because he bit my prepuce. "Aargh-" I was huffing badly."Haha- That's my baby boy." And he took my whole shaft into his mouth. I felt his throat around my sword."Aah- Aah-" Only moans were coming out through my vocal cords.He continued until I was about to release."Lex- Lex- I am about to cum. Please, I can't take any more." He paused, and his hands were thrusting my joystick till I released a good amount of liquid."That's my boy." I was on my back, unable to move. Not able to think straight. "Are you seeing red?" He came closer to my mouth as I was inhaling with my open mouth. He locked his lips with mine.His lips caught mine before I could even breathe, and the kiss hit hard. Deep, hungr

Blake's POV:I woke up with a loud thud, like someone threw a sack from the first floor. For a second I didn’t even understand what happened. My body jerked and I felt cold floor under me. My eyes blinked fast and I saw myself lying on the ground beside the bed, blanket half tangled around my legs.My head was spinning as I looked up, and my breath almost stopped when I saw Alex on the bed, clutching the blanket tight around his waist like someone attacked him. His hair was messy, his face was red with anger and shock, and he was breathing heavily like he ran a marathon.“What the hell?” he growled at me. “Why were we lying like this? Why were we nude on my bed? And why on earth I am soaked with… with this? Fluid. Semens. Fuck.” His voice cracked in between and the way he said ‘this’ was full of disgust and confusion mixed together. His eyes were wild, filled with something I never saw in him before.I quickly pushed myself up by holding the edge of the bed, still trying to understand

Alex’s POV:The washroom door shut behind Blake with a soft sound, but inside my head it felt like a bang. I stood there still, the blanket clutched around my waist, breathing hard. My chest was rising and falling too fast. My words were still hanging in the air.Your cock was cocking for me.Why did I even say that.Anger was buzzing through my veins, but under it there was something else. Something uncomfortable. Something that twisted my stomach.I didn’t want to think. I didn’t want to remember. I didn’t want to feel anything.I walked into the washroom and locked the door. My legs felt weak, but I forced myself forward. I turned on the shower and hot water poured down instantly. Steam filled the small space.I stepped under it without checking the temperature.The water hit my head, my shoulders, my chest. It ran down my back. I closed my eyes tightly. My hands came up on their own, rubbing my face hard, like I could erase the morning just by wiping it off.Why can’t I remember a

Blake’s POV:The first thing I felt was pain. Sharp and burning, spreading from my chest to my ribs like fire. My breath came out rough as someone’s boot pressed into my thorax again.I groaned but didn’t raise my hand.Liam was holding me from behind, his arms tight around my shoulders, trying to pull me back, trying to shield me even though he was shaking himself.“Blake, stop it,” he shouted. “Stop provoking him.”Blood was warm at the corner of my lips. I tasted iron when I breathed. My right side hurt badly. I knew one of my ribs was not happy.Aaran stood in front of me, chest rising, eyes burning with rage. His fist was clenched, knuckles red.“You think you are smart,” he spat. “You think you can talk shit and walk away.”I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and looked straight at him. My vision blurred for a second but I forced myself to stay standing.I did not hit him back.I deserved this. At least that is what my head kept saying.I had no proof. No solid proof of wh

Blake’s POV:I froze.I looked up slowly, and there he was, standing too close, eyes sharp, jaw tight. His hand was still on my arm, strong, steady. I hated how safe it felt.“What are you doing in Liam’s dorm?” he asked. His voice was not loud, but it was hard. Like he was already annoyed before hearing any answer.I pulled my arm back and leaned properly. “I got injured,” I said, simple. “Liam brought me here.”Alex’s eyes moved over me, from my wrapped ankle to my lip corner. His anger did not soften. If anything, it burned more.“Then let’s go,” he said. “Return to your dorm. Or my dorm. Anywhere but here.”I frowned. “Why?”He crossed his arms. “Because your mom called me.”That made me blink.“What?”“She called me,” Alex repeated. “She said you were crying when you spoke to her. Then suddenly your phone’s signal was gone. After that, your phone was off. She tried again and again. She panicked.”I swallowed.“That’s why I had to come here,” he added. “To check if you are alive o