Marked By My Stepbrother Novels & Stories

“Yes. You two will have fun. Bond, okay? Love you.” Click. I stand there, heart in my throat. My stepbrother, Oh God. Fast forward. The frat house is chaos. Music thumps through the walls, the smell of beer and sweat clings to everything. Lights flashed red and gold, catching on crisp uniforms and rowdy laughter. I stand in the corner, muttering under my breath. “How the hell am I supposed to find my stepbrother? Everyone’s in uniform. I don’t even know what he looks like.”

He noticed that? "Does that bother you?" I blurted out without even thinking and I felt alot more worse when he didn't respond in a long stretch of time. "My mom married his Dad a number of weeks back" I explained and watched as his face lit up and he creased his brows together as though trying to make more meaning from my simple explanation. "So, he's your Brother?" He questioned all too brightly and I'm not exactly sure but he seemed really relieved by my revelation. "Well, Step Brother actually" I corrected with a shrug but that part didn't seem to matter to him at all with the way he waved it off.

“But why do you know so much about us?” From the corner, my mother whispered to my father, “She’s forgotten everyone tied to Dominic.” Jace’s jaw flexed. He didn’t look at me when he said it. “Because I’m tied to him.” A pause, then quieter: “I’m his stepbrother.” The word stepbrother lodged somewhere in my chest, heavy and bitter. He finally met my eyes. “I hated how he treated you. I should’ve done more.” His fists curled, knuckles white.

It's for his own good. “I wish… I wish I love you like the way you love me but my heart belongs to someone else” my eyes finally falls not able to withstand his gaze. I'm such a coward. “Who?” He asks, his voice becoming a little shaky. “Caden” I look up at me and I see confusion staring back at me. “You mean your stepbrother?” I lick my lips and nod. “Wow this is a lot to take in” he says sitting on the edge of the bathtub.

So Mark noticed him looking at me. I snort and try to play it off as casually as possible, “No, he’s my step-brother. My mom told him to watch out for me tonight so, yeah.” It sounds lame even to my ears but I’m hoping they’ve had enough to drink that they don’t notice. “Oh, okay, that makes sense,” Mark replies. I’m trying to think of something to say to break the silence but suddenly Lucas yells, “Oh Mark! Can you take a picture of me and Violet please?!”

“Get in. Now.” Alicia’s eyes widened. “Oh my God, you’re dating Hot Face Alonzo?” “No!” I blurted. “I can’t. He’s my stepbrother.” “Stepbrother?” Her grin widened. “Oh, this is better than N*****x.” I groaned. “See you later,” I muttered, before dragging myself into the car.

“You had to go through the pain of him marking her and the rejection didn’t you?” “Yes, but the marking was the worst. The rejection pain was bad, but not as crippling since I already went through the pain of the marking. And nothing was as painful as watching him embrace her and her smirk while she wore his mark.” I said, not able to hide the disdain from my voice. “That piece of shit,” my brother muttered under his breath as he clenched his teeth. “He might be that, but we cannot do anything about it.” My mother said with a sigh.

She whispered. “Stepbrother.” I corrected her as I plunged into her tight heat. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I pumped into her long and hard. I was going to brand her with my cock this weekend. More importantly, I was going to ask her if I could mark her. I was tired of all these men sniffing around her and I decided I didn’t give a fuck what our parents thought. As long as she was in my arms and cumming on my cock, that’s all I cared about.

He pushed his elbow against the door and I couldn’t wait to see my mate. I was feeling so much pain in my chest as if someone had stabbed my heart with a silver dagger. Not having enough strength to stand still, I had to put my hand on Jenna’s shoulder. She gasped loudly, covering her mouth with her hands. “You’re marked, you must be feeling his pain which means my brother is in trouble,” she concluded real quickly before holding my waist. “What are you guys doing?” Damien raised his eyebrows, not liking my presence in his house. I hated his grandfather, he was the sinner and cause of our sufferings.

“You start a fight on this road, I’ll throw you down the hill myself. I am too old to die between two idiots cosplaying their grandfathers.” A few strained chuckles. Jax clapped Corin on the shoulder, gentler this time. “You heard the lady. Save it for something that bleeds cult slogans, not your own teeth.” Corin’s gaze dropped. When he looked up again, some of the red had cooled out of it. “I don’t—” He stopped, cleared his throat. “My brother’s farm was one of the first hit. They carved that mark on his door. He scrubbed until his hands bled, and he still sees it in his sleep.”