MY ALPHA STEP BROTHER HIS MY MATE

I never asked for any of this. The heavy oak doors of the Voss mansion swung shut behind me with a final and echoing thud that felt like a prison sentence, my mom new husband, Richard voss, Billionaire silver fox and apparently my step father insisted we move in immediately after the honey moon. “Family should live under one roof”, he said with that polished smile. My mom had beamed like she had won a lottery. Me? I just want to disappear. I dragged my suitcase up sweeping the marble stairs cases,the wheel thumping softly against the steps. The place smell like money and old money polished wood, leather and something darker beneath it something wild. My skin prickled but I shook it off. Jet lag. Nerves. Whatever. My new bedroom was at the end of east wing, all cream silk and floor to the ceiling windows overlooking the private forest that back the property I dropped my bag on the king sized bed and peeled of my oversized hoodie, the cool air was kissing my shoulder. I was still in my tiny sleep short and tank top from the flight, my hair was messy waves down my back and a disaster. It didn't matter, because one his around, my mom and Richard were at some gala I had the mansion to myself. Or so I thought. I moved my bare foot along the long hallway toward the kitchen for water, the cool marble makes my toes curl. The house were silent except a distant hum of the AC. Then I heard it a low rhymtic thud from the gym downstairs. Weights some was here. Curiosity took on and maybe the stupid teenage part of me that still believe in harmless crushes pulled me towards the sound I crept down the stairs, as I reached down the stairs. The gym door cracked open, golden lighting spilling out like a invitation that I should ignored. I peeked inside the gym. Holy. f*****g. Hell. He was shirtless back to me, slamming a barbell to the rack with a metallic clang that vibrates through my bones. Sweat glistening over every carved inch of his body, broaded shoulder tapering to a narrow waist, tattoos snaking down his arms and across his rib like dark secrets. Black hair damp and tousled, falling into his eyes, I could not see yet but already felt on my skin. He was huge. Not just tall building like a god. Kia Voss. I had seen his face plastered all over Black thorn Academy i********:, before I never knew he existed in my life. The untouchable king. Quarterback. Fight club legend. The guy every girls wants to be with and whispered about in the bathroom while touching up their lip gloss and prayed he noticed them. And now he's my very step brother. He turned slowly, like he did know I was there the whole time. Those eyes golden almost glowing under the light, locked on onto mine. My breath caught. Heat slammed down in my low belly sudden and vicious, like someone and struck a match under my thighs. “You must be the new step sister,” he said , a low voice rumble that slid over my skin like velvet dragged across gravel. He grabbed a towel, dragging it slowly down his chest. But his gaze never let me. “Nova, right.” I nodded. Throat dry. “Yeah,hi.” He stepped closer. God he smelled insane dark pine smoke and something hotter, muskier, like pure male. My n*****s tightened against my thin tank top before I could stop them. His eyes dropped there for half a second, and the corner of of his mouth twitched. “Welcome home”, he murmured. Then he was right in front of me, towering close enough that I could feel the heat rolling off his body. Your smell… f****d Before I could process the words. His hands shot out , his hands wrapping around my wrist. Not hard but enough to pin me in place. He yanked me into the gym and kicked the door behind him close. “Kai… what.” He backed me against the mirror wall, the cool glass shocking my overheat skin. One thick thigh pressed between mine, spreading my legs just enough that my tiny shorts rode up. I gasped as hard muscle rubbed right against my core. “You don’t get it yet,” he growled, nose dragging along the side of my neck like he was inhaling me. His breath was hot, ragged. “But I do. The second you walked into this house, my wolf lost its f*****g mind.” Wolf? I thought I misheard. But then his eyes flashed brighter actual gold, like an animal’s and my pulse went wild. His free hand slid up my thigh, rough palm scraping over smooth skin until his fingers hooked under the edge of my shorts. No hesitation. He shoved the fabric aside and cupped me, bare and already soaked. “Kai stop we can’t ” My voice cracked into a whimper as two thick fingers pushed inside me without warning. Deep. Possessive. Curling instantly against that spot that made my knees buckle. “Shh, little mate,” he breathed against my ear, pumping slowly, deliberately, like he had all the time in the world to ruin me. “You’re dripping for me already. This tight little p***y knows who it belongs to.” I moaned loud, shameless head falling back against the mirror as he f****d me with his fingers. In and out, slow and filthy, thumb circling my swollen c**t in tight, perfect strokes. My hands fisted in his hair, pulling him closer even though my brain screamed this was insane. Stepbrother. Forbidden. The most popular guy in school. If anyone found out. But his mouth crashed down on mine before I could finish the thought. He kissed like he was starving tongue invading, claiming, biting my lower lip hard enough to sting. His fingers never stopped, scissoring inside me, stretching me, making wet, obscene sounds that echoed in the empty gym. “You’re mine,” he snarled against my lips, adding a third finger that burned so good I saw stars. “Been waiting my whole life for this scent. Gonna knot this cunt until you’re screaming my name. Gonna fill you up until you’re leaking me for days.” I came hard shaking, crying out into his mouth walls clenching around his fingers like I was trying to keep him inside forever. He didn’t stop. Just kept stroking me through it, growling low and dark, eyes glowing like embers. When I finally sagged against him, trembling, he pulled his hand free and brought his glistening fingers to his mouth. He licked them clean, slow and deliberate, golden eyes locked on mine the whole time. “First taste of my mate,” he said, voice wrecked. “And I’m nowhere near done with you.” He stepped back just enough to let me see the massive bulge straining against his gym shorts. Then he smirked that same arrogant, panty-melting smirk I’d seen in every hallway photo at school. “Get some rest, Nova. Tomorrow at school, you’re going to pretend you don’t know me. But tonight…” He leaned in, lips brushing my ear as he whispered the word that sealed my fate. “Mate.” My heart slammed against my ribs. I was so screwed. And I already wanted more.