Pucking my ex boyfriend stepbrother

Chapter2

Stranger Danger

I stepped back against the corridor wall, crossing my arms as Drake stood across from me, watching my every move.

"I'm not interested in getting back together with Asher," I said, making sure my voice didn't wobble.

Drake's silver eyes locked onto mine, unwavering in the dim light of the hall, glowing with a subtle Alpha intensity. "Good. Because a wolf who drops you the second something more convenient comes along doesn't deserve a second thought. If you went back to him, he would spend the rest of his life making fun of you, treating you like a weak option while he runs the pack with Rosalie."

The thought of Asher and Rosalie laughing behind my back made my stomach churn, but the absolute conviction in Drake's tone pulled my focus straight back to him. He stepped closer, closing the distance between us until I could feel the intense heat off his chest and smell the dangerous, dark timber scent of his rogue wolf.

"Is he going to stay in your mind for the rest of your life?" Drake asked, his voice low and steady, vibrating through my bones. "Are you going to let him control how you feel about yourself?"

"No," I whispered. "I won't."

Before I could process his next movement, Drake reached out and grabbed the collar of my shirt, tugging me forward until my chest slammed against his. The sudden shift was electrifying, sending a jolt straight down my spine as my wolf stirred beneath my skin. Before I could even draw a breath, his mouth came down on mine.

The kiss wasn't soft, and it wasn't hesitant. It was possessive, heavy, and demanding, completely wiping away every trace of Asher from my head. I gasped against his lips, my hands instantly reaching up to clutch at his leather jacket as he pulled me in tighter, his feral warmth crashing over me.

He hoisted me up easily, his hands strong and unyielding against my waist, resting me on the edge of the nearby table while his mouth moved against mine with ruthless focus. Every touch was deliberate, marking his presence and completely overriding the pain from earlier.

His hands slid up under the hem of my shirt, trailing heat across my skin. He pulled the fabric over my head and tossed it aside, his fingers tracing down my spine to pull me closer. When his lips left mine, he dipped his head down, trailing hot, heavy kisses down the line of my throat and over my collarbone, his fangs lightly grazing my skin and making my breath hitch in my chest.

He leaned down further, his mouth warm and firm against my skin, his hands gripping my hips tightly to hold me steady against him. The sensation was intense and consuming, sending waves of raw power through my body until my fingers tangled deeply into his short dark hair.

Drake’s hands tightened on my waist, lifting me off the table. He turned and pressed me back against the wall, his weight pinning me firmly in place.

"You're not thinking about him anymore, are you?" he murmured against my neck, his hot breath fanning my collarbone.

"No," I gasped, pulling him closer. "Not at all."

He reached down, his hands working with fast, practiced efficiency to shed the rest of our clothes. The cool air hit my bare skin for only a second before Drake covered me again, his body solid, warm, and unyielding against mine.

He lifted one of my legs around his hip, his grip possessive and deep. My wet cunt was already slick and aching for him. I looked into his striking silver eyes just as the thick head of his c**k lined up and he slid inside me in one deep, unhurried push.

A sharp gasp escaped my throat, my back arching off the wall as his c**k filled my tight cunt completely, stretching me until every nerve ending in my body flared to life under the weight of his dominant presence. Drake held still for a single second, his thumb tracing my jawline while his heavy, amber-flecked gaze locked onto mine.

"You're mine now, Nadra," he growled softly, a raw, primal edge entering his tone. "Say it."

"I'm yours," I breathed out.

With a low groan, he began to move. He set a hard, relentless rhythm, driving his c**k deep into my drenched cunt against the wooden wall. Every thrust was deep and deliberate, shattering whatever remained of my composure. I held onto his broad shoulders, my nails digging into his skin as he set a pace that left me completely breathless.

The sound of our frantic breathing, wet slaps, and the sharp crackle of our overlapping wolf instincts filled the quiet annex. He shifted his grip, lifting my other leg to lock around his waist, taking my full weight without a single sign of strain as he slammed his c**k into my aching cunt over and over. He hit a deep spot inside me that made my vision blur, sending a sudden wave of intense heat rippling through my core.

"Drake…” I cried out, my voice breaking as the tension inside me pulled dangerously tight.

"I've got you," he muttered against my lips, accelerating his pace, thrusting his thick c**k deeper and harder until my cunt clamped around him and the tension broke completely.

A powerful climax crashed over me, pulling a loud moan from my chest as my inner wolf clamped around his c**k violently. The sensation sent Drake right over the edge; he let out a low, guttural growl against my neck, his fangs catching my skin as he drove into my dripping cunt one last full, deep time, releasing inside me.

The sheer intensity of the bond, the overwhelming surge of his Alpha power, and the crushing wave of the climax hit me all at once. My pulse spiked wildly before plummeting, my breath catching in my throat as black spots danced across my vision. The room spun around me, and the overwhelming weight of the sensory shock pulled my consciousness under.

My arms slipped from his shoulders, my head rolling back weakly against the wall as darkness rushed in to swallow me whole.

I fainted right there in his arms, slipping completely into unconsciousness as his c**k throbbed inside my cunt before our bodies even stopped trembling.

When my mind slowly began to ground itself again, I felt weightless. Drake was carrying me easily against his chest, one arm beneath my knees and the other wrapped around my back. His heavy heartbeat thudded rhythmically against my cheek as he stepped out into the cool evening air, his grip holding me completely safe against him.