5 Alpha Stepbrothers On My Bed Novels & Stories

Brooke got in Portias face and said "What's your problem Portia? Just because Zander doesn't want to go where every man has been before doesn't give you the right to pick on other people!" Portia was humiliated. "Well at least he doesn't have to get me drunk to sleep with me!" She knew Allie and Kat didn't know the punch was spiked. She looked at the brothers and asked "Since when do the two of you have to get girls drunk for sex? Even rejects like them!"

The brunette curled possessively against his left side, and I tucked against his right, one of us well fucked, the other very pleasured. His hand rested possessively between my thighs, fingers just barely brushing my swollen clit, while the other stayed tangled in her braid. I lay there surrounded by the scent of squirt, sweat, and cum, my heart hammering against his ribs, and realized with a stunned, overwhelmed rush that I was spending the entire night naked in my stepbrother's bed for the first time in my life. And the first time is even with another naked girl. And even though I was satisfied, at least for tonight, it wasn’t completely enough. He still hadn’t fucked me. Yet.

Forbidden Pleasures My Stepbrothers 7 Shielded in Shadows The Monday morning after that wild Friday night in Logan’s bedroom felt like walking through a dream. It was a dream wrapped in deep danger. My body still ached in the most delicious ways. I had light bruises on my hips from where Mike had grabbed me tightly. There was a faint soreness between my thighs. Every single step I took served as a secret reminder of the truth: my stepbrothers had claimed me completely.

He stared at me for almost a minute before he burst out laughing. “Of course I have siblings, Riri.” “It's just weird because you've never spoken about them, and I haven't seen them compared to Massimo.” He nodded. “My elder sister owns a hospital in Italy. She resides there. My brother is a drug addict slash loan shark. And my elder brother is dead.” My hand slowly went up to my mouth. “Karl, that's terrible, I'm so sorry.” He scoffed. “It's nothing, I'm pretty much alright.” How is he so calm speaking about something this sensitive?

I was an intruder. “Enough, Stephen!” Kingsley’s voice rang with unyielding authority. “Your mother’s death was not his fault. He was my Beta, my brother-in-arms. You are the future Alpha—start acting like it.” Stephen held my gaze a moment longer, his dark eyes like a storm waiting to break. Then, with a muttered curse, he spun on his heel and stalked up the grand staircase. The slam of his door sent a shudder through the walls. I flinched.

Rivers added with a growl of seriousness but amused. Killian groaned, burying his face in the pillow. "Five more minutes." We heard Rivers receding footsteps down the hall. I laughed and pushed at Killian’s shoulder. "No way. You heard him—everyone's here. We can't be the ones who show up late." He didn't move. "Watch me." I pushed harder, and he rolled right off the bed, landing on the floor with a thud. "OLIVIA!" I stood over him, hands on my hips, grinning. "Get up, Alpha King. Your family awaits."

"No direct contact yet. He's still recovering. But soon. For now, rest. The real work begins at dawn." I kept fighting the sedative, words tumbling. "Dawn? You'll need more than dawn to hold me. My brothers... if they helped you, they're next. Jax, Ezra, Damien. All of them." The man turned to a cabinet, pulling out shiny instruments. "Threats noted. Family fractures make our job easier. Sleep now. Dream of the Wastes." My eyelids drooped despite everything. The lab lights blurred. "This isn't over... I'll talk... keep talking..."

"Stepbrother." "Right…stepbrother." She said it with the precise careful neutrality of someone who had clocked exactly what that distinction meant and was choosing not to make a thing of it yet. "He's obviously terrifying. In like, the way that makes your stomach drop even when he's just walking through a hallway." "That's the alpha aura," I said. "Sure," she said, nodding slowly. "Completely normal feeling that has nothing to do with anything. And then there's the wife—"

The moment Mom announced she was marrying Alpha Garrick Savage three months ago, any fantasy I had about confessing my secret love for Derek died a painful death. Because you can't date your stepbrother. That's like, rule number one of not being a trash person. But right now, watching him finger the edge of Brittany's panties, his thumb brushing over her clit through the fabric while she arches against him, still feels like being ripped apart from the inside. My pussy clenches emptily, jealous and wet, betraying me as I imagine it's my thighs he's spreading. "Enjoying the show?" I nearly scream, whipping around to find a man standing behind me. And not just any man, the kind of man who makes

Lucy leaned closer to me and whispered, “See the tension on the high table. I heard that the three brothers aren’t on good terms, and the Queen seems to back only her son up.” Suddenly, the uproar by the entrance doubled, and all eyes were fixed on the door. Surprisingly, the paparazzi put their cameras down and ceased shouting their endless questions. A tall, handsome man walked through the door with a young lady by his side. A loud voice filled the air. "All hail, His Majesty, Alpha Rowan!" Everyone stood up to their feet and was silent as the Alpha walked in. He had dark hair with streaks of grey, and his eyes were dark, but they looked around the room like he was scouting something out.