Mated To My Four Step Brothers Novels & Stories

Dina agrees and we gather some witches for reinforcements before we all start to head out. “Declan, would you mind heading back home? Now that mom is awake one of us should at least be there. See if you can get her talking,” I ask, and he nods. I want to tell him to pass Harlow my love and to console her… help her not worry. Then… a light goes off in my head because really… she should have her mate do that for her. I grab my brother’s arm before he can leave and pass him some instructions. He looks at me like I’m nuts but I know he can’t understand. The situation we have as a four way mateship is maybe unheard of. People aren’t going to like it and there will be gossip for the rest of our li

“Is this what you wanted?” Lucien growled, his voice low and rough as his thrusts got harder, faster. “To be pinned against the wall and fucked by your step brother?” *** A small smirk tugged on Rowan’s lips as he watched her squirm. “Here I was, thinking you were innocent.” He chuckled darkly. He leaned in, whispering in a cold, commanding voice. “Lift up your skirt and bend over that table. I’m going to give you the cock you’re so desperate for— and goddess help you Faye, you wouldn’t be walking out of here the same person.” ***** He was her step brother. And he was the rival Alpha. Both of them forbidden. A line never to cross. But what power did an Omega have aga

"I used to have four siblings actually, and then at one time, a step sister came into the picture, but she didn't stick around for that long, hence the slip of mind." He glanced at her at this and she nodded to let him know she understood, albeit not meeting his gaze. "I had three sisters and a brother of my own. My brother was the second, I was the fourth. I was the immediate after Core, my second sister," he explained and steepled his fingers again.

The place instantly fell silent. … I shut the door and opened a group chat titled "Operation Bring Amanda Home." My mother and brothers worked fast. Within seconds, more than twenty profiles of potential marriage candidates flooded the chat. My five stepbrothers practically competed with each other to make recommendations. "This one's never touched cigarettes or alcohol, and his personal life is spotless." "This guy built his own business from the ground up. He's romantic, successful, and one of the six most handsome men in Kingsport." My finger paused over the final message.

I welcome it. The image of Blake flashes again. Him standing there. Him looking at me like he was waiting for something I could not give. I slide down the wall and sit on the floor, back against the bed. Why did you have to be my mate? Why today? Why at all? My wolf whines, tail between its legs. Mate. Stepbrother. Same bloodlines tangled through our parents. Same gender in a world that pretends to accept it but still whispers behind closed doors.

Timmon, my dad, and my brother, just looked at us, shaking their heads. “Just think Timmon, you are mated to that duo or should I say, trio.” My brother said. “You might want to say quad, Zach. Did you not see the look on your mate’s face and her agreement with your mom about not being left out?” Timmon said. “Awl Hell.” My brother said. “I am surrounded by some fierce females.” My father said.

Like a fact she’d repeated enough times in her head that it no longer hurt to say out loud. I turned to her fully this time. “What?” She didn’t look at me, her simply fingers tracing invisible patterns on the fabric of her jeans. “You and I. It’s not possible,” she went on. “We cannot be each other’s mates. We’re stepsiblings. It’s just wrong. Whatever tension we both felt- it must be wrong.” For a second, my brain stalled. Mates. Stepsiblings. Wrong. The words echoed louder than it should have. “Is that why you cried for an hour?”

Reed on my right, Jasper on my left, Cole behind me with his hand on my hip, and Kai’s head resting near my tits. “Oh my god,” I whispered, heart slamming in my chest. This was real. Not a dream. I had sex with all four of them last night. Not Zane. Them. My own stepbrothers. The memories flooded back—mouths on my nipples, cocks in my mouth, Jasper pushing into me, then all of them taking turns, fucking me in every hole while they called me their little slut. I enjoyed it way too much. Even now, thinking about it made my pussy clench and get wet again.

His mum furrowed her brow, her face confused, staring at me, and my stepdad narrowed his brows down, indicating his rising anger. “Over my dead body!” My stepdad said, his voice firm, snapping Peter's excitement away from him. Peter's face turned from excitement to confusion. “You are not going to mate with this girl beneath you.” His father ordered him. “Why not?” Peter said, his voice lurking with confusion. “Because your father said so!!” His mother snapped at him, “How dare you accept this worthless thing as your mate! You are going to reject her and your engagement with Charlotte will hold!!”

No, it was not my brain doing tricks on me. My mother, standing at the foot of the stairs, introduced him as my stepbrother. I felt faint. How could my mate, who I had slept with, be my stepbrother?