Bullied By My Stepbrother: Claimed By His Touch Novels & Stories

I traced the scent to see a tall man in dark expensive suit walking closer to us like he owned the fucking world. Holy fuck, he smelled so fucking delicious, like heaven. I could eat him up. The moment his blue eyes landed on me, I froze. What was he doing here? The older man smiled proudly. “This is my son, Christian.” What??? Mom laughed, completely unaware of the storm going on inside me. “That means he’s going to be your stepbrother soon!” Stepbrother? The hot stranger I had given my virginity that night, who had my moans in his head and my taste on his lips would be my stepbrother??

To be mated at eighteen… to my cruel stepfather? This… this was a taboo. In a blink, his wolf surged to the surface. Without warning, his fangs sank into my neck, sharp and unforgiving. A cry, raw and primal, tore from my throat. Pain exploded through me, burning, vibrant, blinding. I could feel the bond pulling at me, pulling me to him like chains. The coldness of his touch spoke of something darker than I could understand. The tears came harder now, falling like rain from a broken sky.

My inner self told me it's not wrong to join my stepbrother. We're not doing anything wrong if I draw close and feed my curiosity. I tell myself, so, I lean close. But the next minute, my face turns pale. He's watching p**n! Not any kind, but a video of him and I! “Jace!” I cry, slapping the headphone from his ears. He turns to me slowly, that maddening grin tugging at his lips. Not an ounce of shame, not even surprise. Just that cool amusement.

As long as I didn’t fight back, as long as I stayed small enough, they would get bored and move on to their next target. Usually, that worked. And technically, I still had the bet. If I found a date for the ball, they were supposed to leave me alone. But was it really that simple? If before yesterday I might’ve believed they’d lose interest once I stayed dull enough—or once I won the bet—now that their father had become my mother’s mate, now that I had become their stepsister… I knew better than to believe they’d let me go that easily. Before, I’d been prey they toyed with.

I said meekly, and he continued to drag me through the crowd and out of the dance hall. When he finally let go I was sweating and I had a feeling my arm would be tattooed with a bruise tomorrow if not later tonight. "Connor!" Growled Elouan, "I told you—" His eyes stopped on me and he went silent. "Leave us." Connor nodded and walked away. Elouan did the same, turning away from me and I had no choice but to follow him in case 'Connor' came back. "So is this how you treat your mate?" I asked, my voice carrying the anger simmering under my skin. He spun on his heels at the words, "you don't get to say that!" He growled. Fuck it! I was done with this bullshit. "Actually I do! You fucking don't

I taste so sweet that I might get addicted to tasting myself off my stepbrother's mouth. I have my eyes tightly shut as stepbrother sticks his tongue into my mouth, and lets the pink muscle transfer the sweet taste from my own pussy unto mine. The kiss is filthier than what a first kiss should be but I don't care, not when I feel this good. I want more. My stepbrother pulls back and grabs my pajamas shirt by the top button and pulls on it carelessly, the rough tug makes the buttons pop and I let out a squeak of surprise as my tits are completely exposed for his dark eyes.

To let him control my body however he wanted. And now he was my fucking stepbrother. The thought alone made my stomach twist so hard I thought I might throw up right there on their polished floor. “I just wanted to give you security,” she added softly. Security? A bitter laugh almost escaped me at the irony of that word. Was that what she called it when she gambled away rent money? When she came home drunk and furious and beat me black and blue because I only brought home one thousand dollars? She stepped away from me, still wearing that fake smile like it belonged on a billboard, and Victor moved closer.

My new step brothers. And the bullies who had made my life in high school a living hell. As I made eye contact with both of them, something strange happened. I felt a jolt of electricity run through my body, and my wolf whispered a single word in my mind: "Mate." I was frozen in shock. These two, the ones who had tormented me for years, were my mates? No, this couldn't be. I could have sworn I heard my mother call out my name, but I couldn't bother. Everything that happened here was too much for me to handle.

I have to let him down nicely so our relationship won't be awkward. "Zayne, I'm flattered, I really am, but our parents are married, which makes you my stepbrother. There are way too many fishes in the ocean to go fishing in my family pool, even if we aren't technically related." I say the words, trying to convince myself that is how I really feel, but my wet panties know otherwise. A look of confusion flashed across his face before he starts laughing... A gutsy laugh that I found endearing for a second until I realize he's laughing at me.

“What else would I need?” A faint smile formed on his lips. “I think I know.” He leaned in again, slower this time. I held my breath. “What are you doing?” Our noses brushed. “What does it look like?” “I’m your step-sister,” I muttered, hating how my whole body was begging for his touch. “Step—” he repeated, eyes dropping briefly to my lips again. “They are dry; I think it needs a little bit of moisture.” “Not from your lips.”