My Jealous Alpha Stepbrother
Chapter 107

Josie

“Stop touching my stomach so much, you big lug!” I grumpily growl when Misha’s hand continues to stroke my stomach. “I’m not fat yet!”

“But I swear you’re already bigger!” Misha moves closer to me. “And I like it. Baby bellies are cute and beautiful.”

I blush. Any more of these compliments, and I’m going to burst into flames. Misha is so good at making my heart race, and there is no one here but us right now. We are in the forest outside of the cave. Misha thought it would be romantic to sleep under the starry sky, but he is doing everything but sleeping right now!

“Misha… no offense… but I’m tired…”

“Tired?”

“Yes…”

“Oh, so there is no time for s.exy time?”

Misha k!sses the side of my face, and I dig my back further into his muscular chest. I melt at the first touch and s.uck in a deep breath when I realize his hard c**k is pressing proudly against my a.ss.

A shudder wracks me. “Well, I suppose—”

He k1sses me again and nudges me with his nose. “Come on, Josie.”

“But what if they hear us?”

“Don’t you like the thrill of maybe being found out?”

“Oh, I do,” I’m not lying. My p***y throbs to life at the thought, and a giggle slips through my l!ps when Misha k!sses me again.

“Then we should just do it… don’t you want daddy Misha to f**k you?”

I know he is only joking around, but I don’t laugh or correct him because he is built like a total daddy. Misha is a walking daydream and is beginning to figure out that strong, muscular men are my weakness.

My mate is my kryptonite, and I freeze when one big arm goes around me and his palm presses against my small breast. His touch is electric, and since we are both entirely n.aked and hung our clothes in a tree, I can feel every inch of his hard pectorals, abs, and d**k.

I squeeze my eyes shut, determined to ignore him, so I don’t do anything inappropriate, but I’m w.et already.

And Misha knows.

His bad hand has slid lower and strokes between my th!ghs. Not where I want him, but close enough to make me shiver when his deep, husky voice whisper in my ear. “You’re w.et for me, female. Give me one reason I shouldn’t just push you down on the grass, and take you.”

I smile. This is one of our many s.exy games in bed. It might be sick to some, but I love myself a good dom. It makes me hot and bothered thinking about how easily Misha could overpower me. Little goosebumps are already spreading over my skin.

“I don’t have a good reason.”

Misha inhales me. “Do you know your safeword?”

“I forgot… let’s use my dad’s name. Kade.”

Misha snorts, and for a moment, I think he is about to choke. “Are you trying to kill my boner?”

I giggle and then ask. “Is it working? I’m really too tired for s.ex.”

I’m not too tired. This is part of my game, pretending I don’t want my mate, and Misha knows his role—he growls as we discussed, and then I’m pushed down onto my back. Big arms, more than twice my size, seizes my arms above my head, and then I’m k!ssed fiercely on the l!ps.

“Mine,” Misha whispers in a possessive voice. “My mate. My Luna. My Wife. You belong to me, and I will f**k you whenever I want.”

A piercing excitement shoots through me, and I instinctively spread my legs. Damn it. It’s hard to play a convincing role of “I don’t want s*x” when I’m gushing down there. I’m soaking w.et!

Misha notices, too, and moves his head down between my legs, sniffing me. It’s absolutely filthy—I love every second of it. He isn’t scared to get my juices over his handsome face, and a little m**n slices up my throat when he l!cks me with long, hard strokes.

“You taste like a dream,” Misha adds more pleasure to his tongue, but it’s not long enough to fill me up as good as his c**k. It only teases my opening until I squirm.

“I need your c**k, Misha…” I sound as horny as I feel.

“No, not yet,” there is a dark chuckle. “I’m going to lift you onto my shoulders and eat you out while standing. This way, you can’t escape from me, and I want to see how long it takes for you to f**k my mouth.”

I m**n again. “Probably seconds…”

There is another chuckle, and then I’m hoisted off the ground. Knowing my man is strong enough to toy around with me is such a turn-on.

“Damn, you’re strong…” I’m not playing my role anymore. I’m too hot and bothered to pretend I don’t want this.

“You like that?” Misha asks in a teasing tone. “Does it make you w.et, Josie?”

“Yes…”

He chuckles. “You’re not trying to deny it?”

“You know the truth already…”

Misha smirks, and then I’m lifted above his head. My back makes contact with a tree, and Misha’s hands grip my legs before his mouth goes back to l!cking my w.etness.

“Oh f.uck…” I m**n and dig my fingers into his hair while goosebumps prickle over my skin. “That… keep doing that!”

To tease me, he stops briefly and looks up at me. “You’re so beautiful down here, Josie. All pink and w.et, and only for me. You must really like me—you’re always so ar0used.”

“It’s the hormones…” No, it’s Misha—his scent, his smile… even his voice could probably get me off. I love everything about him: his humor, kind personality, his teasing nature.

And let’s not forget how big he is! Sometimes in the mornings, all I need to do is squeeze his pecs which are larger than my breasts, and rub my p***y against his c**k to get ar0used.

“Hormones, huh?” Misha goes in again and s.ucks on my cl!t with his eyes closed. His dark eyelashes are spread over his cheeks, and it’s so hot watching him eating me out like I’m a fancy five-star dinner.

I shudder violently, unable to help myself. Most of all, I would like to f**k Misha’s mouth, but I can’t in this position. It’s taking Misha everything to hold me up like this. His muscles are bulging, and oh my god, if that doesn’t turn me on even more!

“Oh god… my pregnancy brain is so… ugh…”

Misha smiles against my opening. I can feel his l!ps curve against my skin before he l!cks me again and again. “Are you ready for my c**k, Josie?”

“f**k yes…”

“I didn’t quite hear you.”

“Oh my god, stop teasing me!” I whisper-yell. “I’m desperate! Give me that c**k already!”

Misha leans away from my p***y and peers up at me. Smirking in the moonlight, and he is so s.exy that I’m having trouble not tackling him to the ground to take what I want.

“I’m so lucky to have you. My kind-hearted—”

“Misha,” I warn. “If you don’t f**k me in the next second, I’m going to f*****g murder you, ok?!”

He snorts, and I’m taken further down the tree trunk until we are more at eye level. I’m surrounded by him, and my body begins shouting, “Yes, yes, yes!” when the head of his c**k pushes into my folds.

It gets even better when Misha g****s. I truly feel irresistible then. S.exy. Powerful. I’ve brought l**t to this powerful, beautiful man. Me. I’m the cause of the shudders wrecking over Misha’s body, and I smirk.

“Are you already close, my mate?” I tease. “It’s been a second, and you’re already groaning.”

Misha’s l!ps curve into a smile, and then he k!sses my lower l!p. It’s slow and passionate but not enough to distract me from the pleasure of his c**k pushing further into me.

“I’m groaning because you’re beautiful,” Misha whispers into my ear and thrusts deep into me. His arms are around me, and his eyes fall down to the little bulge of my belly. He smiles. “Your pregnancy is beautiful. You’re beautiful, and it fills me with pride and joy to see you and know you’re mine. That the baby is ours.”

My ovaries just exploded. I clench around my mate’s c**k, breathing hard when he slowly pulls out, only to thrust into me again. A sound I don’t recognize leaves my l!ps, and Misha whispers into my ear again.

“I love the changes in your body, Josie. It’s enough to just look at you to get hard, and it’s taking me everything not to c*m. Do you even know how s.exy you are? How beautiful you are?”

How am I teary-eyed and ar0used at the same time?

“You’re the one who is beautiful…” my words come out as a sniffle, and Misha breathes a laugh.

“My mate is so emotional.”

He leans in and gives me another k!ss, deeper and more intense than the last one. And he is such a good k!sser—I melt, and my fingers dig into his neck and then his white hair. Heat is fluttering low in my belly, and I can feel Misha’s c**k swelling inside me.

The pleasure is toe-curling; combined with his k!sses, this man makes me feel like liquid.

“Oh, Misha…”

I swear my mate will be the end of me. Misha is gorgeous, and his hunger for me seems insatiable. He k!sses my l!ps and my neck and f***s me at the same time. Bringing me closer to my o****m.

A loud m**n comes from deep within me, and Misha k!sses my neck again. “I love you, Josie,” he tells me in a strained voice and g****s. The pleasure is getting to him too, yet he keeps thrusting into me. “I love you more than anything. I love that you’re pregnant. I love that we are going to have a kid together. I love that you’re the mate the moon goddess chose for me, but even without her interfering, I really… I really believe that you and I were meant to be”

My chest aches with love for this man. “I love you so much, Misha,” I’m teary-eyed as I speak. High on both pleasure and my ever-dying love for my mate. “I don’t know how I got so lucky as to have you in my life. You’re too good for me, and I’m so grateful that you’re mine.”

“I’m not too good for you, Josie,” Misha k!sses my jaw. “We are perfect for each other. Made to be.”

He k!sses me again, and the o****m can’t be held back any longer. I m**n and come hard on his c**k. Filled with bliss and love. I know a war is coming, and I know the future might be hard, but at this moment, only Misha and I exist.

The rest of the world has disappeared when I meet his odd-colored eyes in the wake of the night. So beautiful. I smile and know in my heart and soul that Misha is going to be such a great dad.