Love Times Four: My Stepbrothers Are My Mates?! Novels & Stories

My mother has never raised her hand to anyone and now she slapped us both in a matter of seconds. “Do you two think that this is a joke? You both have mates! Stephen, you just got her to trust you and you throw it all away. Do you think this is just a little mistake? Guess what it’s not and that little mistake has happened twice now and you’re not fighting it. You are giving in and kissing back in a way I have never seen you kiss your mate.” She looks at me and then at April. Your mates feel it every time you do this, and each time it kills your bond a little more, causing your mate to slowly die once they have been marked. April, how do you feel about in all honesty?”

Like an addict with my favourite drug, I long for them to and I know when I wake, I will crave this all again. “Definitely baby girl, you’re not going anywhere,” Caleb purred as my eyes fluttered open, seeing their face watching me closely. I let out a smile. I was still so aroused by them all I didn’t know it was possible to still feel this much. “I love you,” I drawled at them all as their eyes each shined with love. They would do anything for me. I had never known anyone to look at me the way they did. They were my mates, after all. I had feared that meant a relationship like my mother had, but I will thank the goddess until the end of time for all four of them.

Not from pain, but from shame- the good kind. Another vicious smack landed on my fat red pussy. I almost shot off the table. "Say. It." He growled, his hand squeezing my throat. "I...I love it" I choke out. " I love when my stepbrother smacks my pussy. "Louder." He hissed. "I love when my brother slaps my white cunt!" The words force out of me as my body clenches. Blane groaned as his free hand palms his lengthy cock through his sweatpants.

"I remember what it was like. All those big feelings. All that confusion." I pushed eggs around on my plate. Watched them smear across the ceramic. "I don't know what you're talking about." "Ella." She reached across the table and touched my hand. "You can talk to me about anything. You know that, right?" The irony was so thick I wanted to scream. Talk to her about anything? Sure. Except the fact that I was falling for my stepbrother. Except the fact that we were mates. Except the fact that there was another guy who was also my mate and I had no idea how to handle any of it.

Four ? Ryan’s words echoes again, but this time it’s louder: “You’d be tortured until you can’t take it anymore and kill yourself. Do me a favor and don’t die.” My heart pounds against my ribcage, Did they all die? Will the same thing happen to me? I look up. “Where are the first four wives now? What happened to them?” Miss Adora glances up at the security camera, then toward my bed— like there could be other hidden microphones, cameras, or spyware lurking.

Would you also want to share? **Aria Moans:** Just like you… it's about my stepbrothers. I found out that the one I love will never love me no matter what I do. While the one that I had always despised is the one who truly loves me and is even my fated mate. **T_Cock:** Oh.. wow, that is crazy. **Aria Moans:** I know right. I have been trying to make amends which has not been easy but then I have everything under control.

"But I need her. And you already know that since you guys saved me from the cave." "What about me?" Razel replied. "What about me, huh? I am your stepbrother, Brother Ezra. You once told me that I am the most important person in your life. Does that mean you have been lying to me since then?" Razel and I avoided each other's eyes. He pointed his eyes to the main gate of the school while mine was to the rugby field. "I'm not lying to you that you are the most important person in my life right now, Razel. You are my stepbrother. But Felise... Felise - She's the love of my life. Please, let's talk about this once you get sober, okay?"

“I don’t need your pity.” “It’s not pity,” he said softly. “It’s care. It’s loyalty. Mates don’t leave mates, Karla.” I looked back at him, anger flashing in my eyes. “Stop calling me that!” I snapped. “I’m not your mate. I’m not anyone’s mate. I don’t want to be your mate, and I don’t want to be tied to your brothers either.” Alaric leaned back in his chair, breathing out slowly. “I get it,” he said, his tone even. “And I understand you’re mad. But that doesn’t make you any less our mate. And I’m not going to walk away from this because it’s tough.”

So bright, and huge it looks like it’s right next to her. Dallas’s hand squeezes mine. “We love you, brother.” He whispers, and I nod, knowing all of them would do this for their mates. They all understand, because they understand what it means to be in love. And with Amy, her being my mate was only a small part. Loving her was as easy as breathing, and I will continue it, even across the grave. “I love you guys too.” I whisper letting go of Dallas’s hand and turning to take Hazel’s.

He inquired. "Brother, which brother??" "Yeah, Parker, he's my junior brother," he explained, "Stepbrother to be precise. Every family I have now are all 'steps.'" "He just gave me a ride, that's all. Nothing much," "Is he your boyfriend…" he let out another misconception. "Nooo, no one likes me," I concluded. "Is that true, no one likes you? Someone really loves you. Let him discover you and he'll be…" Matt proposed and rested well in his seat.