Claimed By My Alpha Stepbrother.

8.

AZRIEL

Exhaling, I concentrated hard. I needed to find her now.

Finally, I noticed the drapes in front of the oversized window had fluttered. I wasted no time, heading in that direction, yanking it back by several feet. That was when I heard radiant laughter.

I was momentarily relieved. Although she managed to make it out before I had a chance to react, but, I wasn’t the kind of man to give up easily.

I issued another series of predatory growls and ran toward the hallway, noticing her immediately as she lunged toward the stairs. Throwing a single look over her shoulder was her only mistake. Within seconds, I had my arm wrapped around her waist, spinning her around and tossing her over my shoulder.

“No. No. No!” she yelped, immediately pummeling my back with her fists.

“Uh-huh. Did you really think you could get away from me that easily?”

The second I cracked my hand against her bottom she squealed, kicking her legs up and down. “Ouch!”

I smacked her again, taking my time heading to the stairs. “I warned you.” I cracked my hand across her bottom four times in rapid succession, taking the stairs slowly and one at a time. “Let me see how many cracks of my palm I can get in prior to reaching the second floor. Then I’ll pull off my belt.”

“You’re horrible.”

“Yes, I am.” I couldn’t keep a grin off my face as I continued the spanking, even whistling as I headed toward my bedroom. I couldn’t remember when I was this free and happy. That wasn’t my kind of life.

“Ouch. Ouch. I’ll be good. I promise!” She continued pummeling her fists against me. If she really thought that was going to work, she had another thing coming.

I was enjoying the hell out of myself, which allowed her to keep pretending she was trying to get me to stop. I knew better.

I’d sensed from the beginning that she enjoyed being dominated, although skittish after the abuse she’d been through. Another blast of rage rushed through me. I wanted to smash the face of the i***t who did that to her.

I smacked her long and hard. She finally stopped fighting me as I neared the top, the scent of her desire wafting straight to my nostrils.

I was more than just enthralled with this woman. I was starting to feel the need to possess her for all eternity.

Fuck me. I’d need to let her go as soon as possible or I’d become obsessive. With two more brutal smacks of my hand, I reached the floor, taking long strides toward my partially closed bedroom door.

I kicked it in, moving inside and taking the time to turn on a single lamp on the dresser. Then I tossed her into the center of the bed, pointing down at her, keeping a commanding look on my face. “Stay right there, Little one. If you don’t, your next punishment will be that much worse.” When I backed away, she took gulping breaths, crawling into her knees.

Fuck me.

Just the sight of her that way created another wave of thoughts that could likely be considered vile and heartless. I could tie her to my bed, keeping her for an undisclosed period of time. No one would know where she’d been taken, which would make her incarceration that much sweeter. Was I that kind of bad man? Hell, yes, I was.

Grinning, I unfastened my belt, watching as she licked her lips in continued appreciation. Her admiring expression from before had been a delicious treat, but the way she was looking at me now was a mixture of love and hate. Or perhaps hate, need, and spitefulness.

I sensed she was trying to figure out what to do to get me back for spanking her. I kicked off my shoes, unfastening my trousers as the same time. While her gaze became more heated, her chest rising and falling with anticipation, I noticed she darted her eyes across the room.

She waited until the most inopportune time for me, when I literally had my pants down before jumping off the bed, racing toward the door. Her squeal of shock made me grin all over again, but the force I used in wrapping my hand around her wrist, tugging her backward, pitched us both to the floor.

Now I was finished with being a patient man, my needs far too intense. I rolled her over onto her back, issuing a tsking sound. “Such a bad girl.”

I struggled until I was able to kick off my pants, lifting a single eyebrow as I peered down at her. “Yes, I am.” She writhed underneath me, gasping for air, her small fists trying to make an indentation against my chest.

“Hmmm… I’ll keep that in mind when I use my belt the next time.”

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Baby girl, you obviously don’t know me that well. I can and I will. Because that’s the kind of man I am.” I reared back, dragging her with me, pulling us both from the floor.

“Now what?” She clawed my chest, her eyes full of fire.

“First, you’re going to receive several strikes of my belt for your insolence and disobedience.” “And then?”

“Then, Little one, I’m going to f**k you long and hard.”

“I’ll scream,” she said playfully. “Good. Because I’d feel annoyed if you didn’t scream out my name.”

SERAPHINA.

The moment was a bliss. Nothing else mattered and I had long forgotten my mom's bacheroette party that I was missing out on.

When I was in the middle of running around his house, I’d come to realize that this handsome man wasn't just anybody. He was dangerous. I saw guns and a casing of shiny liquids lined up in a syringe.

He was a stranger and could easily keep me here for as long as he wanted, discarding my lifeless body at a moment’s notice.

No, he wasn’t going to do that.

My instinct had never failed me.

The single reason I was suddenly frozen was that I had no idea how he’d react when he realized I was a virgin. Or perhaps I was terrified I wouldn’t be good enough.

How ridiculous of me. Or was it?

Azriel wasted no time, tossing me into the center of the bed once again, raking his long fingers through his tousled hair. Then he grabbed his trousers from the floor, jerking off the belt, the expression he wore said so much without words.

I was shocked at myself all over again that I was tingling with excitement. When the belt was free, he wound the buckled end around his hand, taking his sweet time doing so. That allowed me to truly bask in his incredible beauty, every muscle chiseled to perfection. He was buff, beautiful, and a badass.

The man’s prowess had me acting right, keeping me on a delirious edge that I didn’t want off of. He had a true American heritage, and I couldn’t take my eyes off him after catching sight of his long, thick, and gloriously huge c**k.

My mouth wasn’t just watering, I was practically drooling at the sight of him. The glorious ink on his body continued down both massive thighs and across his entire chest.

The art wasn’t tacky or crude but refined in a masterful way. As if he’d planned out the use of his body as a canvas, only introducing pieces that continued telling a story. I wish I could learn about them. Every detail.

They captured my mind while he advanced like a predator, placing one knee on the bed before leaning over and planting his hands on the comforter.

“Be a good girl,” he said. “Get on all fours.” His command was just as thrilling as everything else about him.

I found myself obeying, as if he already had a hold over me.

“Mmm… Such a good girl.”

Every time he opened his mouth, I shuddered. This was no exception.

He rolled his fingers down my spine then eased my legs apart. I gathered an immediate whiff of my desire, which was crazy but wondrous, my mind spinning with all the possibilities of what would happen.