Page 5 of Rejected by My Stepbrother Alpha (Billionaire Shifter Club #1)

M y Command

Ivy

For a moment, I was frozen with surprise. I couldn’t believe that something I’d been yearning for was actually happening. Then my body responded, and I threaded my fingers through his hair, kissing him back with a kind of passion I didn't even know I was capable of.

My entire body was alive with pleasure.

I’d daydreamed about my stepbrother kissing me thousands of times.

And it was better than any of my wildest fantasies.

I was obsessed with the feeling of his lips on mine. Desire shot through my veins like a drug, and there was nothing in the world that could pull me away from Asher at this moment. The room could be burning down around us, and I’d keep kissing him.

Our kiss deepened, and his hand tightened on the back of my neck. His hold was possessive. Asher was gripping me like I was his.

I wanted to be his.

My mind spun with happiness. Asher had been the one to kiss me.

This had to mean that he reciprocated my feelings, right?

He had to feel this connection between us, too.

That thought made me feel lighter than a feather.

Did that mean that his icy treatment toward me had been an act?

Had he tried to distance himself from me because any relationship between us could be considered wrong?

I didn't care that he was my stepbrother. It didn't matter that our parents were staying down the hall. All that mattered was Asher's warm body pressed against mine and his soft yet strong lips. Nothing else mattered besides us.

Asher kissed along my cheek until his mouth was by my ear.

“Your lips are even softer than your skin,” his deep voice whispered.

I grabbed his face to put his lips back where they belonged.

On mine.

Asher cupped my hot cheeks, drawing my body closer to his. My nipples hardened, pressing against his sculpted chest. I moaned into his mouth, and he darted out his tongue to taste me.

Oh my…

His taste was sinfully good. My stepbrother's mouth tasted like sweet honey with a little kick to it and a hint of champagne.

Idly, I wondered why I could barely detect any alcohol on his breath since he was so drunk, but that thought jumped from my mind when Asher's hands began to roam my body.

The feeling of his urgent touch was addictive.

Our tongues moved together, and I trailed my hands down his strong shoulders, then down his muscled back. He shivered under my touch. I wanted to memorize every inch of his body. I wanted to touch him everywhere.

His hands traveled down the sides of my dress, and he gripped the fabric, pulling at it like he wanted to tear the thin piece of fabric off my body. My warm center pulsed with desire when I glanced down and saw that his hard length was straining against his dress pants.

Was it possible that he craved me just as much as I did him?

When he bit my bottom lip, I groaned and tugged on his hair. My cheeks heated at the deep, guttural sound I just made. It seemed to come from my soul. I broke our kiss, placed my hands on his shoulders, and threw my head back in pleasure.

I wanted this night to last forever.

Hungrily, Asher kissed his way down my chin, then began to nip and lick the sensitive skin of my throat.

“Asher!”

He pulled back and grinned down at me, but his expression faltered, and he had to grip the comforter. His eyelashes fluttered.

Shit.

Was he going to faint?

“Are you okay?” I asked, as I sat up. My chest was heaving as I tried to catch my breath.

Asher shook his head to clear it, and a sexy smirk crossed his face.

“I'm more than okay,” he muttered as his eyes greedily took in the tops of my breasts that were spilling out of my dress.

His heat-filled gaze made me tremble. This caused one of my nipples to pop out of the top of my dress slightly.

“Oh, Ivy. You're so sexy,” Asher whispered. “I want to lick and suck your hard little nipples until you're screaming my name.”

My mouth went dry and heat pooled in my center. His dirty words were almost as erotic as his touch.

Our eyes locked, and his were wild and full of lust. His lips were swollen and red from our kisses.

My head pulsed with pain from my tight updo.

With my eyes still on my stepbrother's, I pulled out the pins holding up my hair, wincing slightly as they came out.

Taking down my hair in front of Asher was an intimate experience.

I shifted from side to side, trying to find some relief from the demanding need in my wet center.

Relief flooded through me once all the pins were out of my hair. It felt almost as good as when I took off my heels. I used my fingers to shake out my hair. I'd never gotten my hair cut, and it almost reached my waist.

The look in Asher's eyes as he studied me was fierce with need.

“Ivy, you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen,” he whispered. “I want to taste every inch of you. I want to take everything that you are willing to give me. I feel so lucky to be able to spend the night with you.”

I gasped quietly. His words made me hopeful that tonight was more than just about physical intimacy for him .

Asher reached out a shaky hand and cupped my flushing face, drawing my lips back to his. But when our mouths were only a breath away, he paused. Our lips were just barely touching, and we let out matching gasps at the contact.

“I want you, Ivy,” he murmured against my lips. His words were even more slurred than they'd been a moment ago. “I want to make love to you, baby. Do you want me to make love to you?”

My eyes widened, and I grinned.

Oh my Goddess!

He had said make love! Not just have sex.

This had to mean that he wanted more than just this one night with me.

Asher wanted a future with me. Just like I wanted one with him.

Of course, it would be complicated to navigate since we were technically related by marriage.

But in the end, it would all be worth it. Asher and I were meant to be.

I swung my leg over his lap and straddled his waist. The sudden movement made my head spin, and I swayed slightly.

Asher reached out and gripped my hips to steady me.

I held on tight to his shoulders, never wanting to let him go. Gently, I traced my pointer finger over the faint scar over his right eyebrow.

His eyes dropped to my mouth, and he grasped the back of my head with both of his hands.

In less than a second, my lips were on his, and I bucked my hips until my center was pressed against his hard length.

“Ivy!” he yelled.

I knew that there was a reason for him to keep quiet, but I couldn't think about anything besides his hard body pressed against my soft one.

“I'll take that as a yes to my question?” he asked and tightened his grip on my hips.

I thrust my hips, and my clit rubbed against his dick. Asher and I groaned loudly.

I moved my lips until they were right next to his ear. My hot breath against his skin made him shiver. The fact that I could affect him like that made the back of my neck tingle with pleasure.

“Make love to me, Asher,” I murmured, then leaned forward to kiss his neck.

His grip on my hips tightened even more, and my tongue darted out to taste him.

“Your wish is my…” he paused as I continued to kiss his neck. “I can't think of how the rest of the saying goes, but you know what I mean.”

I giggled and ran my fingers through his silky hair as my lips traveled up and down his neck.

He is so adorable.

Asher's fingers trailed down the front of my silky dress and cupped my warm center.

“Oh, Asher,” I moaned and thrust my hips forward, grinding myself against his hand.

“I never thought I'd see you like this,” Asher murmured as his thumb found my clit.

“Your gorgeous, long hair is so sexy when it's disheveled.” His hand that wasn't stroking my clit ran through my hair.

“Your blue eyes are full of desire for your stepbrother, you naughty girl.” He let out a low chuckle, and his hand trailed down the side of my face near my eyes.

“You're driving me crazy when you bite your plump bottom lip.” His thumb pulled on my bottom lip, causing me to stop biting down on it.

“And your pretty nipples are bursting out of the top of your dress.” His hand whispered across the top of my breasts, his thumb brushing against both of my nipples.

All I could do was moan as I ground myself against his skilled hand.

“I need to make love to you soon or I'm going to go crazy with this need building inside of me. I'm going to make you feel so good, baby,” he muttered and pressed a frantic kiss to my lips.

My heart melted when he called me baby.

“Can I finger your pretty pussy?” my stepbrother whispered in my ear and bit the bottom of my earlobe.

“Yes!” I moaned out and jumped to my feet.

At the loss of contact, my body was already protesting at the loss of his warmth. But I needed to get this damn dress off and feel his skin against mine. I reached behind me and struggled to unzip the back of my dress.

Asher motioned for me to turn around.

It took him three attempts to unzip me—it was like the key card all over again—but he finally managed it.

I shoved the dress off, stumbling slightly when it was around my ankles, but I caught myself by placing my hands on Asher's thighs.

“Oh…Ivy,” he muttered. “You're absolutely gorgeous.”

His words made me stand in front of him with my head held high. His eyes took in my breasts and hard nipples.

“I can't wait to play with that pretty pussy,” he said.

I bit my lip so I wouldn't groan aloud.

I stepped out of my dress, revealing my legs and my toenails I had painted white for tonight.

“Do you wanna know what the sexiest thing about you is?” Asher murmured.

My body flushed, but I nodded.

“It's your newfound confidence,” he answered. “Every other time we've been together, you were shy and unsure of yourself. But tonight you're standing in front of me fully naked with a coy grin on your face. That's sexy as hell, Ivy.”

My smile widened further.