Bonded To The Dysfunctional Alpha

Chapter 4: Claiming her

Sophie’s POV

I lay back on the soft bed, my heart still racing from the earlier tension, as Ava positioned herself over me. Her body pressed lightly against mine, our faces so close that our breaths mingled, lips almost brushing.

We were both stripped down to just our panties and bras. Her dark hair cascaded around us like a curtain, and I could feel the warmth radiating from her skin.

Ava's eyes locked onto mine, soft and affectionate. “I'm so glad you're here, Sophie,” she whispered, her voice husky. “And that you're staying the whole week. There's this party coming up, I want us to twin again, just like last time. The way we matched, moving together... it was so sexy.” Her lips curved into a playful smile, and she leaned in a fraction closer, teasing the space between us.

I smiled back, but my happiness stemmed from something entirely different. Tyler.

The mere thought of him flooded my mind, igniting that familiar heat between my legs. I remembered how he'd pinned me against the wall earlier, his strong hands gripping my hips, his mouth hovering so near mine that I could taste his breath. He'd almost unraveled me right there, his body hard and insistent against mine. God, I wished he would just f**k me, claim me completely, no holding back.

The memory made my p***y throb, slickness building anew in my panties. I shifted slightly under Ava, trying to hide how turned on I was, but she noticed everything.

Her hand trailed down my side, fingers grazing the curve of my ass through the thin fabric. She squeezed gently, possessively.

“Maybe my brother wants to see more of this hot ass,” she murmured, her voice dropping lower. “And these perfect tits.” Before I could respond, she dipped her head and pressed her lips to the swell of my breast, right over the lace of my bra. Then she tugged the cup aside with her teeth and sucked my n****e into her warm mouth.

A jolt of pleasure shot straight to my core. I arched into her touch, my n****e hardening under her tongue as she licked and swirled around it. The sensation amplified the ache from thoughts of Tyler, making my c**t pulse with need.

A soft moan escaped my lips, low and needy. Ava pulled back slightly, her eyes searching mine. “You okay?”

No,” I admitted breathlessly, my cheeks flushing. “I'm really wet right now. Can you... help me with your hand?”

Her face lit up with eagerness, no hesitation in her gaze. “Of course,” she said, leaning in to capture my lips in a gentle kiss.

Our mouths moved softly at first, her tongue tracing the seam of my lips until I parted them, letting her deepen it.

This was the first time I'd ever asked her for something like this. Ava had always known I was into guys straight as an arrow, but she'd respected that boundary, keeping things light and teasing between us. She was into girls, though, and right now, with my body screaming for release, I couldn't hold back. I needed this.

Her body draped over mine, our eyes never breaking contact as she trailed her hand down my stomach.

Her fingers slipped under the waistband of my panties, brushing through the damp curls before finding my folds.

She gasped softly against my mouth. “f**k, Sophie, I can feel how wet your p***y is. But why?”

“Please,” I whimpered, my hips bucking up instinctively. “Go faster.”

Ava didn't make me wait. She slid one finger inside me, then two, her movements deliberate at first, stretching my tight walls.

I was dripping, coating her hand as she pumped in and out, her thumb circling my c**t with just the right pressure. The wet sounds of her fingers f*****g me filled the room, mingling with my ragged breaths.

I closed my eyes, surrendering to the building pleasure, but in my mind, it was Tyler's hand between my legs. His rough fingers plunging deep, his voice growling in my ear as he worked me toward the edge. The fantasy made everything sharper, hotter Tyler's c**k replacing those fingers, thrusting hard and unrelenting.

I was right on the brink, my body tensing as I opened my mouth to beg for more when a loud voice boomed from outside the door.

“Sophie!”

My eyes snapped open. I knew that voice instantly, Dylan. Panic surged through me, my whole body shaking as the orgasm slipped away.

Ava froze, her fingers still buried inside me for a split second before she yanked her hand free, both of us scrambling.

“s**t,” I hissed, grabbing the nearest shirt from the bed and yanking it over my head. It barely covered my panties, but it was better than nothing. Ava did the same, her face flushed as we rushed to pull ourselves together.

The afternoon air hit my face the second we stepped outside and I was still trying to get my breathing under control, shirt barely covering anything, hair everywhere, the heat from minutes ago still sitting warm under my pants.

Standing in the driveway, broad shouldered and stone faced, was my brother.

And beside him, Ryan.

My stomach dropped.

Dylan’s eyes found me immediately, moving down once, taking in the oversized shirt, my bare legs, my general state of dishevelment, and his jaw went tight in that particular way that meant I was about to hear about this for the rest of my natural life.

“Get your things,” he said. “We’re going home.”

“Hello to you too,” I said.

“Sophie.”

“I’m not going anywhere Dylan.”

His eyes hardened. “This is not a conversation. Get your bag, say goodbye to your friend and let’s go.”

“I said no.”

The word landed clean and simple and I watched something move across his face, surprise first, then something colder settling in behind it. He wasn’t used to no. Not from me. I had spent years swallowing that word before it reached my mouth and something about the last few days had made me forget why.

A presence at my back.

I felt him before I saw him. That scent, cool and deep, and then Tyler stepped out behind us and came to stand slightly forward, eyes on Dylan and Ryan, and the temperature of the entire driveway changed.

He was furious. His jaw was set, his eyes sharp and cold, moving between Dylan and Ryan like he was deciding which problem to address first.

“Who gave you permission to come onto my land,” he said, not like a question.

His eyes cut to Ryan when he said it and Ryan at least had the sense to look slightly uncomfortable.

Dylan didn’t flinch. “I’m here for my sister. That’s all.”

“Your sister is a guest here.” Tyler’s voice was even. “You’re not.”

“She’s coming home with me.”

“She already told you she isn’t.”

I looked between them, something tight and unreadable moving under the surface of this exchange, something that had nothing to do with me, history between these three that I was only seeing the edge of.

Ryan wouldn’t meet anyone’s eyes. Dylan kept his on Tyler like looking away would cost him something.

“I’ll leave,” Dylan said after a moment, his voice dropping lower, “when she walks out with me.”

Tyler smiled, not really a smile but a mock.

He stepped up beside me and his arm came around my waist, hand settling on my hip, pulling me into his side with a calm certainty that made my heart do something stupid and immediate.

“She’s not going anywhere,” he said.

Dylan’s eyes went to Tyler’s hand on my waist and something dangerous moved across his face. “Let go of my sister.”

“No.”

“I won’t say it again.”

“Neither will I.” Tyler looked at him steadily. “She stays. And if you push this I will mark her right here, right now, in front of you.”

The driveway went completely silent.

Dylan laughed but there was no humor in it. He looked at me then, really looked at me, and said, “Does he know Sophie? Does he know about the man waiting for you at home? Does he know about the agreement? About your marriage proposal?”

My face went hot.

“There is no agreement,” I said. “Not one I made.”

“Sophie…”

“No.” My voice came out stronger than I felt. “You don’t get to come here and drag me back like I’m a bag you left somewhere. I am not yours to manage Dylan. I am not a problem you get to solve. I’m nineteen years old and I am standing here telling you, in plain words, to go home without me.”

Dylan’s expression shifted. “You don’t know what you’re doing.”

“Maybe not,” I said. “But it’s mine to figure out.”

I turned to Tyler. He was already looking at me, something unreadable in those blue eyes, and I made a decision so fast I didn’t give myself time to think about it because thinking about it would have stopped me.

I reached up, grabbed the front of his shirt, and kissed him.

I kissed him like I meant it, and after exactly one second of surprise he kissed me back, his hand tightening on my waist, and my heart was absolutely losing its mind behind my ribs.

I pulled back and turned to face my brother.

“I found my mate,” I said. “So you can go home and tell whoever is waiting that they waited for nothing.”

Dylan stared at me.

Then something shifted in his face.

“Sophie,” he said quietly. “Does he tell you? About his condition?”

I blinked. “What condition?”

Dylan looked at Tyler. Then back at me. And the way he looked at me made my stomach turn slowly.

“Ask him,” Dylan said. “Ask your mate what the doctors told him about his s****l dysfunction and how his ex left him after learning that.”