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“Of you? No.” “Good.” “I just think it would be weird.” “Why?” I shrugged. “You’re Daniel’s brother.” He smiled at that. Slow. Thoughtful. Teasing. “So that makes me what to you?” I hesitated. “A brother,” I said. The word felt strange in my mouth. He hummed, eyes glinting. “Then it shouldn’t matter.” I opened my mouth to respond and instead muttered, “A brother that hot?” The silence that followed was loud.

A car sped past me, the light blinking slightly, but I was far too close. Pleasure shot straight to my spine as soon as I recalled the words she’d spoken—the vicious, angry snarl on her face. “Fuck,” I muttered. My back arched up, my hand still beating my cock as it pulsed, twitching uncontrollably. Ropes of heavy globs of cum squirted from the tip onto the steering wheel. I released my clothes from my teeth, my eyes dropping down to the fucking mess I’d made. Fuck. I’d jerked off in a fucking car to the thoughts of my petty, irritating step-sister.

“No one else but me.” His thrusts were splitting me apart, destroying my good sense and reason. I had forgotten I was supposed to hate him, supposed to fight him for the control of choosing my own husband and time of marriage. I forgot we were supposed to be step siblings. That what we were doing was despicable, the very same thing I vowed not to end up doing. But fuck it if the most despicable acts weren't the sweetest things in the world. Fucking my stepbrother was right there with the sweetest of them all.

To all my incredible readers on GoodNovel— Thank you so much for walking this emotional road with Xavier, Henry, and me. 🖤 “My Stepbrother, My Mate” wasn’t just a story—it was a journey of love, grief, healing, and the kind of connection that not even death could break. 🌌💔 I know… there may be some unresolved threads, plot holes, or side characters you wish had more closure—some might’ve been missed by mistake, and others were left open on purpose… for the future. 😉🔮

Admit it, you never feel more free and alive when you're around him, even though he's a narcissistic man-slut. Whoa, okay, slow down. Sure, I’d admit that I found Ryder intriguing and attractive. But that didn’t change the fact that he was going to be my stepbrother. I wanted to confront him about these letters only so I could tell him that we needed to squash whatever feeling that was going on between us right to the ground. We need to figure out a way to exist like a normal family. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

He yelled. I left, slamming the door behind me. And as I approached my room, my mind kept racing. My frustration collided with a sense of confusion, leaving me on the verge of tears. The hallway felt like a narrow corridor of this tension. What do you do when you get involved in a fight with your step brother with whom you have a thing for? This is way more painful than cramps. I can't believe this is happening to me. I can't believe my fantasy is slowly turning into a nightmare.

Not even ten minutes later, my phone buzzed. Stepbrother: Come to my room. Quiet. Now. My heart raced. I crept down the hallway. His door was cracked open. The second I slipped inside, he shut it, locked it, and pushed me against the wall. His mouth crashed into mine in a hungry kiss while his hand shoved down the front of my sweatpants. Two thick fingers plunged straight into my soaked pussy. “Still full of my cum,” he whispered against my lips, pumping his fingers slowly. “Such a dirty girl. Walking around downstairs like a good little sister while your stepbrother’s load is leaking out of you.”

I don’t look back, I rushed off, heels clicking like gunshots against the marble floor, each step echoing run, run, run. Because how the hell do you sit at dinner with your boyfriend...when he's about to become your stepbrother?

He reached for it to check who had texted him. [Have you been okay while I've been out of town? Is your vaccine still available?] A message came in from Professor Ethan. Caspian sighed heavily. Things have been going badly lately. [That bitch told her boyfriend I'm a werewolf. I think I should get rid of them both to keep my secret.] Caspian replied, feeling extremely annoyed. Now he needed something to vent his feelings. [Who do you mean? Your step-sister?] Professor Ethan texted again.

Just silence that echoed louder than any words. I dragged myself to the bathroom, splashing cold water on my face, scrubbing at my skin like I could erase the memories. But Ian’s voice haunted me. “If I kiss you, will you stop this?” I touched my lips. His lips had been…warm. Unexpected. Dangerous. God. Why couldn’t I forget? He’s a jerk. A playboy. My stepbrother. This shouldn’t have happened. But no matter how many times I repeated it in my head, the heat under my skin refused to fade. I stepped into the shower, hoping to rinse it all away.