My Jealous Alpha Stepbrother
Chapter 101

Becky

Yawning, I pull my legs closer to my body, searching for heat. Something warm is lying next to me, and my sleepy mind registers it as another person. It must be Elijah.

A smile curls my lips. Elijah took me back to the mansion yesterday. It was sweet of him. My mate deserves some cuddling for that, and I open my sleepy eyes when I feel his arms around me.

I expect to see Elijah’s thin, delicate body aligned with mine, but what I see throws me off completely. Yesterday, his skin was pale, like a vampire that hadn’t fed for years. He was gangly, and not to be mean, but he looked sick and exhausted. Everything about him screamed anorexia.

But that isn’t the case this morning.

His skin looks more alive, and his new muscle mass makes his bicep bulge as he hugs me closer to his body. My a*s is where his d**k is, and I can feel his warm breaths tickle the crown of my head.

Is he… larger?

My heart speeds up.

Elijah and I haven’t had s*x or anything, but we have been close, and this sleeping position is intimate. VERY intimate, and since Elijah seems to have regained some of his werewolf traits, my head spins.

What does all of this mean?

Perhaps Elijah can draw some strength from just hugging and cuddling too? s*x is more than just sticking a rod into someone’s body. It’s about love, and… oh wow, is that his c**k behind me? He is HARD.

Intense shivers race down my spine when Elijah’s large hands slide over my breast and n*****s. I don’t think he means it as something dirty. The guy is asleep, hardly conscious, yet his touch feels like magic. I’m not wearing a bra, and I push against his hand, needing more.

Elijah chuckles and talks in a sleepy voice. It sounds deeper in the morning, rawer when he is newly awakened. “Someone is cuddly this morning… glad to see you’ve come around…”

I snort. “I was cuddling with you yesterday too.”

“Only because you were half-asleep, or else you would have been a prickly pear.”

Laughter finds me. “Don’t call me a prickly pear!”

“Hedgehog, then?”

“I much preferred Duchess.”

“Duchess it is then…” Elijah nuzzles his nose into the back of my neck; weirdly enough, I don’t mind. I actually like it.

His body is warm and delicious in the cold room, and I press against him, liking the feel of him behind me. The scent of his skin fills my nostrils, and Elijah must realize I’m enjoying myself. He nibbles on my earlobe, sending heat pummeling through my body.

Elijah breathes a laugh as if knowing how much I love his lips and k****s the side of my neck. I shudder in response as more smoldering heat gathers in my core.

It feels like there is a raging within me. I don’t even care that Elijah doesn’t look like my usual type: tall and imposing, strong. His touch is magic, so I will accept his frail body, the paling skin, and the rings underneath his eyes. f**k it, I need him!

“Elijah…” I whimper as I press my a*s against his steely length. My arousal is shooting through me.

“Yes?” He drawls while fondling my breasts.

“I want you to f**k me from behind… a little quickie…”

He continues to knead my breasts and pinch at my n*****s but also talks to me in a playful tone. “Yeah?”

“Just press it into me.”

“Without foreplay?”

“It’s how I want it. Hard and fast, to the point it almost hurts. I want you to stretch me.”

Elijah lets out a gasp. He seems to like my idea a lot, and I grow wetter when his hand travels down from my breasts to my slightly pudgy stomach and settles between my legs.

A series of shudders wreck me. I don’t shave my hair, but Elijah seems to like that. His fingers trail over the area, and his c**k twitches as if giving its approval. I’m wet, and it’s all over his fingers as he teases my clit.

“No foreplay, huh?” Elijah asks, probably to make sure I want him.

“No, foreplay,” I confirm, and a m**n slices through my throat when the head of his c**k teases my opening. I want it so badly that my need can be heard in my whimpering voice. “Just press it into me by force.”

“With pleasure.”

He grabs my breasts from behind again, and I sink my teeth into my bottom l*p as he forces his large c**k into my tight p***y. I clench around him, throb, and writhe as I take more and more of him. It’s amazing.

I’m all for the pain you feel in the beginning when a c**k is pushed into you, and I m**n louder when I realize just how long, and big Elijah is. Werewolf c**k really is the best.

“Oh f**k…” I m**n in pleasure. “Maybe we should switch our position. I want to look at you—”

“No, no looking.” Elijah interrupts in a dark tone, and my eyes widen when he holds me perfectly still with ease. He is surprisingly strong for looking so frail. Though, when I look at his forearm, it seems way more muscular than before. The skin is a richer color too.

“What is… what is happening to you?” I dare to ask.

“Don’t worry about that,” Elijah thrusts deeper into me, and his size, combined with his reckless force, makes me gasp in shock. My mate chuckles darkly at that. “I thought you liked it hard?”

My arousal grows. “I do…”

Elijah’s fingers curl around my wrists to test that theory, and then he begins a punishing pace. His c**k goes in and out, faster and faster from behind until tingles start somewhere in my spine.

I can’t help myself from crying out in bliss. Elijah’s sudden dark tone and regained strength are such a turn-on. It’s driving me insane, and my p***y throbs in response to him pumping into me.

Another m**n escapes my lips. I’m sweating and press my back against Elijah’s broad chest. He feels hard, and the back of my head seems to be leaning against fleshy cushions—pecs?

Shock hits me at full force, but Elijah won’t let me slow us down. He keeps thrusting into me, groaning. “It feels so nice and tight inside of you. These wet sounds? F**k… your little cunt is perfect, Becky. I can’t wait to swell inside of you. I will hold you still like this and fill you with my c*m, and there isn’t a thing you can do about it.”

Oh my god, has he already figured out I like dominant men? His tone suggests it, and I squirm in his grip, pressing down hard on his fat c**k. It feels like it’s growing bigger inside of me, pulsating in the best way.

Elijah exhales loudly, and the muscles of his abs strain behind me as he continues to pound into me. “Oh shit… Becky…” he is panting, and his voice sounds deeper. “You feel so f*****g good.”

He grips my h*p, and everything buzzes as he g****s louder, filling me to the hilt with that massive rod. I love the fullness of him inside me, and it won’t be long before I reach an o****m.

Trembles shakes my legs as I move faster, and the slap of our bodies grows louder. Elijah is making raw, animalistic sounds, and I love it. M***s slice up my throat as my p***y clench around his c**k.

“You feel so good inside me…” my voice is barely recognizable. It’s filled with l**t and desperation. “Elijah…”

An enormous shudder jolts through his big body, as if he had tried but failed at holding it back. “Keep saying my name like that, Duchess, and I won’t be able to hold back.”

A smile breaks over my lips. “Close, huh?”

“Stop teasing me, Becky,” he growls and k****s my neck. “I’m the one in control here.”

“You are?”

To prove his point, he grips me tighter and slams himself balls-deep into my incredibly wet p***y. It works as a lubricant as Elijah moves his h**s, bringing me closer to that o****m.

“Oh my god!” I gasp. “Oh my… Elijah!”

As the frenzy builds inside my core, my l**t is mirrored in Elijah’s deep voice when he speaks. “Yeah? Come all over my c**k, Becky. I want your juices on me.”

“Elijah!” I cry out his name, and it gets harder for us both to breathe regularly. I can’t stay quiet, and I writhe on his c**k, balancing on that sweet, consuming pleasure. “I’m going to cum…”

“Goddamnit!” Elijah growls. “You think I can hold back if you say that?”

I laugh. This might not be our hottest s*x, but I’m beyond turned on and shake as my o****m comes rocking through me. I exhale loudly, shaking in Elijah’s muscular arms as he closes in on his pleasure. His swollen d**k is throbbing inside me, announcing he is very, very close.

The idea that my m***s and o****m brought pleasure to my mate is exhilarating. I feel powerful even though I’m the one dominated. Elijah’s rough hands are around me, not controlling or holding me still. No. It seems like he is doing it to steady himself.

When I came, I was wild. My c****x had brought out the worst in me, and I can only guess it had been hard for Elijah to hold back. Now, Elijah is finally able to let himself go.

It.

Is.

Magnificent.

He g****s in pleasure, and I can feel his hot seed filling my p***y until he pulls out, and it’s running between my legs. Messy, just how I like it.

“Holy f*****g shit…” I breathe. “That was…. that was…”

“That good, huh?” I can hear the smile in his voice.

“Yeah!” I turn around, grinning until I see his much YOUNGER face. It’s so shocking I almost pass out. I had gotten used to my daddy, and now he is… devastatingly beautiful. My mouth runs dry. “What the flipping heck happened to you?!”