Alphas: A Stepbrother Romance Collection

by Kristianna Sawyer

  He lifted his head. “Here’s the deal, Claire. I gave you a chance to avoid this future. I tried to ignore you, and I even told you to stop the bullshit. You didn’t listen, because you wanted me. If you can look me in the eye right now and tell me that’s changed, and you no longer want me, I’ll let you go. It’ll be the end of it, and I’ll shove my obsession deep down again and try to move on. So you have a decision to make. Do you want me, and everything that goes with that, or do you want to go back to the life we had before and pretend none of this ever happened?”

  Damn, that was a difficult decision. Of course she still wanted him. That hadn’t changed, and she couldn’t imagine it ever would. It was only this newer, darker side to him that was giving her second thoughts. “I’m not going to be able to do everything you tell me. That’s just not me.”

  “It will be, because you’ll enjoy it just as much as I do. If you hate something, I’ll never force you to do it, but I want to control that little body of yours, to own every inch because I love it, not because I want to hurt you.”

  He pressed his forehead to hers, his eyes drilling into hers. “I’ve been thinking about this and dreaming about it since you were way too young for me. My obsession sent me to the military, just to escape what I wanted to do to you. I’m not blaming you for me enlisting, but I am saying you’re the reason I left. It was dark and disturbing how I felt for you, and that hasn’t changed. However, I learned how to control my urges.”

  She licked her dry lips, torn by the decision facing her. “You wanted me when I was sixteen?” Maybe she should have found that creepy, but since she had been lusting after him at the same point, all she could feel was a tiny bit of regret that he had put distance between them, though it had been the right thing to do. Back then, she couldn’t have handled a man like Knox. Could she now? That was the question.

  He nodded. “I used to fantasize about coming into your room at night, tying you down, and taking you a thousand different ways. When I started planning how I was going to do that, I knew it was time to get the hell out of here. So I went to Afghanistan, I grew up and honed my control, and then when I nearly got my fucking ass killed in combat, you were still there.” He tapped his temple and then his chest over his heart.

  Knox cupped her cheek with one large hand, running his thumb just under her lower lip. “I was bleeding to death, but I clung to the picture of you in my mind. It wasn’t the sixteen-year-old you, of course, but the most recent picture of your college graduation your mom had sent me. I knew I had to get back to you and make you mine. But when I came back home, you didn’t seem any more ready than you had back then.”

  Tears were in her eye as she imagined the agony he must have endured and also the emotional satisfaction of having been the support he clung to in order to survive all that. “I’m a lot different now.”

  “Can you handle me, Claire?”

  She licked her lips again, took a deep breath, and said, “Let’s find out.”

  Chapter Four

  In a flash, he had transformed back to the dark lover from a few moments before. “In that case, get in the shower. Give me your thong first.”

  Claire stripped off the small piece of underwear, wet from her own juices, and handed it to him. Her eyes widened, and a tingle shot through her, when he took a deep sniff of the crotch before tossing it into the hamper.

  “I really enjoyed the present you left on my pillow.”

  She giggled slightly. “I could tell, and I kind of enjoyed the return gift from you.”

  He flexed his hand. “I should spank you until you can’t walk for that, but I’ll settle for fucking you into a pile of mush. First things first though. Get in the shower, and make it as hot as you can stand to wash Jones off you completely.”

  She shook her head, even as she went to the shower and adjusted the water spray water. “Honestly, he barely touched me at all, Knox.”

  “But he did touch you, and nobody touches what’s mine.”

  She rolled her eyes, facing away from him, though she couldn’t deny another tingle in her pussy at the words. There was something darkly delicious about belonging to a man like Knox, and though she wasn’t entirely on board with the whole submission thing, she was certainly looking forward to finding out if she was up to the task.

  The water was hot, but not too hot, when she stepped under the spray. At his direction, she lathered herself with honeysuckle body wash, and then rinsed off. Still standing under the water, she looked at him. “Now what?”

  “Soap your tits again. Nice and slow, and pull on your nipples.”

  Feeling somewhere between ridiculous and adventurous, she spread another gob of body wash onto her palm, massaged it between her hands, and began to caress her own breasts until they were covered with soap. Remembering the last part of his direction, she gently tugged on her nipples, moaning softly as the sensation shot through her body in electric waves.

  “That’s good, so good. Now do the same with that pretty little pussy of yours.”

  She was turned on beyond belief by the time she rinsed off her breasts and had another handful of shower gel. Wanting to ensure he enjoyed the show, Claire sat on the shower seat and spread her legs as far as she could, bracing her heels on the plastic edge.

  Slowly, she dipped her finger into the pool of shower gel and began to massage just the outer part of her lips. Her body burned with heat, compounded by the desire arcing higher when Knox began to unbutton his uniform shirt. Her eyes remained glued to the sight of him stripping as she slowly teased herself, circling her clit with the soap covering her hands. She was hoping he would take over, so when he entered the shower, she stopped touching herself.

  He shook his head. “I didn’t say to stop. Finish yourself off, pretty one. I want to make sure that pussy is nice and sweet, because I plan to eat it half the night.”

  Her body strung taut as a bow at his words, and combined with her finger pressing against the bundle of nerves right under her clit, she came with a small sob.

  He took the handheld shower attachment and brought it near her pussy to rinse the soap for her. The spray of water was too much on her sensitive skin, and she tried to shy away. He wouldn’t let her, keeping her against the bench, her lips spread open as he trailed hot water against her, forcing her to come again before he allowed her a brief respite.

  “Now wash me.”

  That was a task for which she had great enthusiasm. Feeling a bit mischievous, Claire reached for her honeysuckle body wash, spread it on her hands, and began to stroke his body. He was hard and firm everywhere, with a flat stomach, sculpted abs, and tight ass she wanted to grasp as he sank into her.

  His body was a wonderland, and she was delighted by each new discovery. She was gentle as she ran her fingers over the scar going down his side and ending above his kneecap. Other tiny scars marred his body, and he shared the stories of each one with her. A dragon with unfurled wings resided on his back, and she had to explore every line of the tattoo with her tongue and her fingernails.

  By the time she reached his cock, having saved that prize for last, he was hard and aching—she could tell from his contorted expression. Copious pre-cum leaked from the tip and coated her hand.

  It was all she could do not to drop to her knees and bring him off in her mouth again. Still, feeling a little selfish and wanting to ensure he had plenty of reserves left for later, she contented herself for the time being with a semi-hand job, cleaning him thoroughly, but not bringing him to completion.

  After rinsing him off, they stepped out of the shower together, and he dried her gently with small strokes that teased her skin, leaving her ultrasensitive. She did the same for him, unable to resist the temptation of his cock she was on her knees drying his legs. She pressed a tiny kiss to the head and came away with his fluid smeared on her face. To her surprise when she stood up, Knox gathered her close for another long kiss.

  Once they left the bathroom, he led her to her room. She had almost e
xpected his room, but he explained his reasoning without her even needing to ask.

  “This is where I used to picture you all spread out for me, a buffet for my dick and my tongue. I’m going to tie your hands to the bedposts of that cute little four-post bed, but I’m not going to restrain your legs. I want you to be able to move and wrap them around me.”

  He wasn’t asking permission, but she nodded anyway to indicate her acceptance. It was a little daunting to be restrained, but as he fastened her second wrist to the post of her bed using the frilly tie from her lace curtains, she couldn’t deny there was something appealing about being helpless before him.

  Not just any man would be fine for the role of dominating her, but she trusted Knox to take care of her. He might be rough and sometimes scary, like when he had ordered her from the car earlier and had spanked her, but she didn’t doubt he cared about her. In fact, he had even used the “L” word earlier, though in reference to her body, not necessarily her.

  He explored her with his mouth, starting with tiny kisses pressed to her closed eyelids before working his way down. They shared another one of those earth-shattering kisses, and then his mouth was gone, sweeping lower. She gasped when he took one of her nipples between his lips, biting gently. As he sucked vigorously, she strained against her bonds and arched her back, wanting more.

  Briefly, his mouth left her flesh. “You have the most beautiful tits, Claire.” He lifted his head so their eyes met. “I’d really love to see your nipples pierced. Or maybe your clit.”

  She shook her head, not okay with that idea. “That sounds painful.”

  “Sometimes pain enhances the pleasure.”

  He made a sound of satisfaction when his mouth reached her bellybutton, and is tongue rolled around the stud there. “Did that hurt?”

  “Yes, but my girlfriends were doing it, so I thought I had to as well.”

  “So if I can get some your girlfriends to go in for the clit piercing, will you go along then?” He trailed his tongue down her navel and across her mound, hesitating at her lips before touching lightly.

  “No,” she said shakily. “I’ve outgrown the peer pressure thing.”

  “And if I told you to get it done, or I did it for you, would you allow that?”

  Claire hesitated, hoping for time to decide. “I’m not sure I’d let you pierce my clit, Knox. I think that sounds unsterile.”

  He laughed softly. “I know what I’m doing. You pick up a lot of skills in the Marines, baby.”

  It was her turn to laugh. “You pierced a lot of clits in the Marines?”

  Knox laughed again, but it was more of a breath against her mound and made her body spasm with need. “No, but I learned the basics of piercing, and even how to do some tattooing. I considered an internship when I came back home, but Stanley, Georgia isn’t exactly a booming place for a tattooist. It made more sense to become a cop.”

  “Not to mention it probably speaks to your need for control and to assert your authority.” How was she managing to have even a simple conversation as his tongue plunged inside her, devouring her with strong, confident strokes?

  Like everything else, he approached eating her out with gusto, giving it his all and his own rough edge. She had never felt anything like this before, though she wasn’t exactly hugely experienced. Her two previous lovers had both gone down on her, but not with anywhere near his skill or intensity.

  At least he seemed to have abandoned the idea of her getting another piercing. There was no further conversation, just the slurping and sucking sounds as he attacked her folds. It was a sexy noise, and it enhanced her pleasure even further as his tongue squirmed and pushed inside her, clearly determined to taste everything and memorize every part of her. When he sucked firmly on her clit, harder than she had expected but with just the right pressure, she came with a keening wail, crying out his name.

  When he lifted his head a moment later, her juices glistened on his face, and he wore a cocky grin. “God, I love my name on your lips as you’re coming. There’s no better sound in the world, baby.”

  “Will you please, please fuck me now, Knox?”

  “I was going to draw this out more, but I guess my control isn’t as ironclad as I thought, at least when it comes to you.” His hand slipped between her thighs, spreading her wide, and two of his fingers surged inside her slippery slit. “I’m about to die or explode if I don’t come inside this sweet little pussy.”

  She frowned at his phrasing. “Are you going to wear a condom?”

  He arched brow. “Should I? I know I don’t have any diseases, and I’ve hardly seen you date anyone besides Jason Jones. Do we need to worry about STIs?”

  She shook her head. “I was thinking more about pregnancy.”

  He smirked. “Yeah, except you’re on the pill.”

  Her eyes widened, and she glared at him. “Just how do you know that?”

  “I have a keen sense of observation, baby. Plus I saw you taking your pills several nights at the same time, and my powers of logic tell me it had to be birth control.”

  She nodded slightly, no longer creeped out by the idea that maybe he had been going through her things or watching her obsessively. “Okay, I am on the pill, but it’s not foolproof. You should still wear a condom.”

  His expression closed. “Baby, I’ve never been inside a woman without rain gear on my dick before. It’s going to be a first time for me, and I assume for you too. And if a baby results, I’ll take care of both of you. But the odds are minuscule, so please let me feel your bare cunt wrapped around me.”

  She bit her lip, torn about whether to continue arguing. He was right, and she knew the chances of her actually getting pregnant from sex without a condom were minuscule, even with a man as virile as he was. She’d been on birth control for three years, and her periods were regular. She was nowhere near her fertile time, even if she hadn’t been on the pill.

  Still, it was difficult to overcome the indoctrination of her generation when it came to using protection. Finally, she nodded her acceptance, tempted by the idea of his skin inside her without any barriers as they made love.

  No, fucked, she corrected herself as Knox knelt between her thighs and surged inside her with one hard, deep thrust. Still, even though his motions were rough and fast, pressing her hard into the bed, she could see the tender emotions in his eyes, and she didn’t feel used as he continued to pound into her. All she felt was overly filled, and completely satisfied, especially as his cockhead dragged against her g-spot and elicited another orgasm from her.

  He certainly had stamina, and she clung to him as he continued to thrust into her for a longer time than any man before him. By the time his cock hardened inside her even further, almost to the point of painful, yet another orgasm swept over her. He came inside her with a twitching motion, and his warm seed filled her channel. She’d never felt anything like it before and was thrilled she hadn’t insisted on a condom. “So amazing,” she managed to moan.

  “Oh, yeah, baby.” He seemed temporarily robbed of the ability to speak as well, and that was an unusual turn of events, considering he was normally composed, poised, and in control.

  Afterward, his motions were tender as he untied her hands, and she wrapped her arms around him, anchoring Knox against her. Claire pressed a tender kiss to his chest above his nipple and burrowed against his hot skin, slick with sweat. “Now what, Knox?”

  “More of the same, Claire. I’ll never get enough of you, and I hope you’ll never get enough of me.”

  She tilted her chin to be able to look at him. “So I actually have a choice in the matter? If I decide I’m not into this relationship, I can end things?”

  He nodded, sighing wearily. “Of course you can end things, Claire. I’m obsessed with you, but I don’t expect you to be obsessed with me. I hope at some point you feel the same way, and maybe you’ll need me as much as I need you someday, but if that isn’t how it works out, I won’t regret what time we had together now.”<
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  Her eyes stung, and she blinked to avoid crying. “Knox, don’t you know yet how I feel about you?”

  The open vulnerability in his expression, coupled with his obvious confusion, made her want to hold and rock him in a soothing motion. It was a strange way to feel about the man she had just allowed to ravish her so completely. Now she wanted to nurture him.

  “I love you, Knox. I have since I was fifteen. It was definitely more of a crush back then, but since you came back home, you’re all I think about. Do you think I leave my wet panties on anyone else’s bed?” she asked with a teasing grin.

  He scowled, transforming back into the ferocious, confident ex-soldier with whom she was more familiar. “You damn well better not.” His hand went between her thighs to cup her pussy, and he squeezed gently, the motion providing friction that made her arch against him even though she was exhausted and had thought she was completely sated. “This pussy is mine, and anything that touches it is too. Your underwear belongs to me. Hell, your every orgasm belongs to me.”

  Why was it such a turn-on to have him stake his claim so aggressively? She wasn’t a weak woman, and she had never felt the need to have a man guide her. Still, there was something amazing, and arousing, about being the object of Knox’s dark obsession and forceful edicts. She loved knowing he considered her body his, because she felt exactly the same way about his.

  Adopting a similar tone to his, she took his rapidly hardening cock in her hands, pumping gently. “And this dick is mine, agreed? If it goes straying to anyone else, we’re through. So it better not, because if our relationship ends, he comes with me.”

  For a moment, Knox looked shocked, and then he threw back his head and laughed. “Baby, you have no fear in that department. Other than a few women over the years, who all turned to you with the lights off, my main companion has been my own hand for the past seven years. Thoughts of you have crowded my head, and only you would do. I’ve had a few quick fucks that took the edge off, but did nothing to soothe the need inside. I’m never going to look at another woman again with desire, especially not after having had you.”