Page 43 of My Alpha Stepbrother's Dirty Secret 3

I didn't need anyone to tell me‚ I just knew‚ like my body knew before my brain caught up because after Mom had dropped me off at the dorm and had left after helping me settle in‚ I got curious‚ spent hours scrolling through random articles and forums about werewolves‚ trying to understand this world I was being pulled into‚ and that's how I found out about marking‚ about how it was permanent‚ sacred‚ and nothing‚ no laser‚ no surgery‚ could ever undo it.

and I panicked.

I lifted my hand‚ trying to slap him‚ trying to do anything to get some control back‚ but he caught it mid-air like he was expecting it‚ like he knew I'd fight‚ and he pinned my hand up over my head‚ and before I could say a word‚ his mouth crashed into mine.

"Ryan—" I tried to pull back‚ my voice shaking‚ my body confused as hell because I didn't know what to feel anymore‚ but he didn't let me go.

He tightened his grip‚ pressing my hand harder into the bed‚ and kissed me deeper‚ rougher‚ hungrier‚ like he hadn't just crossed a line‚ like he didn't care what it meant‚ because his whole body was burning against mine and the sound he made wasn't normal‚ it was possessive and starving‚ and it made my breath catch in my throat.

"Stop‚" I said‚ really trying this time‚ my free hand pushing at his chest‚ but he wasn't moving.

Instead‚ he dragged his lips down my neck‚ over the bite he'd just made‚ and kissed lower‚ over my chest‚ sucking gently at my skin until I felt my nipples harden underneath my shirt and I hated that my body was reacting but I couldn't help it‚ he knew how to touch me‚ and his mouth was fire.

He used his free hand to cup my breast‚ squeezing‚ massaging‚ rubbing his thumb over my nipple through the fabric and I gasped‚ but he didn't stop.

"Baby…" he murmured against my skin‚ "you know I can't… once I'm in‚ I'm fucking in."

"Ryan—" I choked out‚ but he cut me off.

"You really want me to stop?"he asked‚ staring down at me‚ breathing so hard his chest was rising fast‚ his eyes dark with need—but the way he asked‚ the way his body was already grinding into mine‚ made it clear it didn't really matter what I said because he was already too far gone.

So I didn't answer.

I didn't push him away.But I didn't kiss him back either.I just… froze.

He kept going.

He kissed me again‚ his hand slipping under my shirt this time‚ fingers moving directly over my skin‚ and his mouth was everywhere‚ neck‚ collarbone‚ chest‚ and then he was growling‚ low and raw‚ as he ground his cock against my clit through our clothes and it made my stomach twist and my thighs press together out of instinct because the pressure was too much‚ too hot‚ too perfect.

"Baby… please respond to me‚" he begged‚ his voice rough‚ like it was tearing something out of him to say it‚ but I didn't.

I stayed still.

He got frustrated.

He ripped off my clothes in seconds‚ literally tore through the fabric like it was nothing until I was naked under him‚ my chest rising and falling from how hard I was trying not to react‚ and then he stood up‚ yanked his own shirt off‚ tossed his pants‚ and came back to me completely bare‚ his cock already hard and thick and dripping precum as he stroked it while staring at me like I was the only damn thing that ever made sense in his life.

"Fuck‚ anna…" he whispered."You're so fucking perfect… made for me… you're mine.all mine."

and then he climbed over me‚ grabbed my thighs‚ pushed them open‚ and slipped into me in one slow‚ deep thrust that made my back arch without my permission‚ my breath catching from the sudden fullness of him inside me.

He started moving‚ thrusting‚ his hands holding my waist‚ his chest brushing against mine‚ and I just laid there like a damn log‚ like I was trying to pretend I wasn't feeling it even though I was.

I kept my moans in.

I kept my face cold.

I shut my eyes so I wouldn't see him.

But he didn't stop.

"Open your eyes‚" he whispered‚ "look at me."

I didn't want to‚ but I did.

Because I didn't want him putting all his energy into this if I wasn't even going to give him a glance‚ and when I looked up‚ I regretted it immediately‚ because I saw it‚ fuck‚ I saw everything in his eyes.The love.The desperation.The madness.

He loved me.