5 Alpha Stepbrothers On My Bed

Lilith's POV

"Mom, I don't want to live there."

The words slipped out before I could stop them, even though I already knew the answer.

My fingers twisted the frayed hem of my dress--the last remnant of my old life, hopelessly out of place in this gilded room.

My mother--Luna Vera to everyone else now--didn't even look up, her hands still sorting through the jewelry scattered across her vanity.

"Lilith, don't be difficult. Your brothers will take good care of you.

And you and Daegan need to attend the same academy. This is the best arrangement."

Brothers.

The word rolled off her tongue so easily, as if we were really family. I bit my lip, swallowing the protest crawling up my throat.

Three years ago, my father betrayed her.

Mom didn't hesitate--she severed their mating bond, took me, and fled the pack lands.

We'd lived among humans since then, scraping by, always moving. Hard, but free.

Until he came along.

Alpha Thomas Blackthorn.

A name that carried weight, even among wolves.

Wealth, power, a legacy built on strength. And three heirs--each more formidable than the last. Kieran. Rylan. Daegan.

At the mating ceremony three weeks ago, I'd seen them for the first time.

Their stares had slithered over my skin like a threat.

My wolf hadn't awakened yet, but instinct told me the truth--I wasn't their sister. I was prey.

"I could rent an apartment near campus," I tried, voice small. "I'm seventeen. I can take care of myself."

Mom finally turned, her beautiful face settling into that familiar, unyielding expression. "Don't be ridiculous, Lili. You're an Alpha's daughter now. You belong with family." She cupped my face, her touch warm but firm. "They're good boys. You'll see."

I looked down, defeated.

The moment Mom became Luna of the Blackthorn pack, I'd known this day would come.

Pack law was clear--unmated females over sixteen couldn't live in the Alpha house. And as the wolf-less outsider, my only option was moving in with them.

The only silver lining? Rylan was rarely around. One less problem to handle.

"Did you pack everything?" Mom asked, already moving on.

"Yeah."

Not that there was much to take. Three years of drifting left us with little. Even now, living in this palace, I kept my belongings light.

"Kieran's picking you up tonight."

***

At exactly nine, the doorbell rang.

My pulse spiked, palms slick with sweat. Through the window, I saw the black sports car idling at the curb--and him, leaning against the hood, all effortless dominance and coiled strength.

Alpha Kieran Blackthorn.

Even from a distance, his Alpha aura pressed against my skin, thick and suffocating.

At the ceremony, he'd been the quietest of the three--and the most intense.

Dark brown eyes that saw too much, a presence that commanded without words.

I grabbed my backpack and forced myself downstairs.

Mom was already at the door, chatting with him like this was normal. Like sending me off to live with virtual strangers wasn't insane.

"Lilith."

Kieran nodded, his voice a deep rumble that vibrated straight through me.

Dressed in a plain black tee and jeans, he still looked every inch the aristocrat--untouchable, dangerous.

Up close, his eyes glowed faintly amber in the dim light. Predator's eyes.

"Hi." I managed, fingers tightening around the strap of my bag.

He took my suitcase, his grip oddly gentle. "Ready?"

His gaze lingered on my face, searching for something. I nodded stiffly and turned to hug Mom goodbye.

The car smelled like mint and something darker, richer--his scent. Even in human form, strong Alphas leaked pheromones like a warning.

It wrapped around me, equal parts comforting and terrifying.

Twenty minutes later, we turned into a private drive lined with ancient oaks. A modern three-story house emerged--all steel and glass, sleek but undeniably wild.

"Welcome to the Den." Kieran's mouth curved, not quite a smile.

He carried my bag behind me as the front door swung open. But the moment I stepped inside, the air shifted.

The mint in his scent sharpened, turning almost bitter. A warning.

I froze.

When I turned, Kieran was closer than before, his shirt clinging to sweat-slicked skin. His chest rose and fell too fast, his gaze dragging over me like a physical touch.

My nipples pebbled under the thin fabric of my dress, and I hated that I couldn't control it.

"Kieran?" My voice came out too soft, too shaky. "Are you--"

A low growl cut me off.

His hand snapped out, fingers circling my wrist.

I barely had time to gasp before he yanked me against him, his other hand tilting my chin up.

"Ever been kissed?" he murmured, voice rough.

I shook my head, heart hammering.

"Me neither." His breath scorched my lips. "Let's try."

Then his mouth crashed down on mine.

Lilith's POV

Kieran's kiss is rough, urgent, his lips pressing hard against mine.

I whimper, pushing against his chest, but his iron grip locks my waist, trapping me.

His other hand clamps the back of my head, leaving me nowhere to run.

Something hard presses against my stomach. My eyes snap open, body freezing.

He chuckles low, his hand sliding to my hip, pressing me closer.

His body grinds against me through the fabric, its heat searing my skin.

"No...don't..." My voice is a shaky whisper, legs trembling with fear.

"Don't want it?" His tone is soft, but his eyes burn with unyielding dominance.

I drop my gaze, unable to meet his stare.

He's Alpha Kieran Blackthorn, heir to the Blackridge Pack, more feared than his father.

Mom warned me not to cross him. I stay silent.

He takes it as consent, lifting me with one hand under my hip, kissing me again, hungry and relentless.

"Hold on tight," he orders, his voice thick with heavy breaths.

Shaking, I wrap my arms around his neck as he carries me to the bedroom, setting me onto the bed.

He undoes his belt, unzips, and I look away, my heart pounding.

"I swear," his voice is hoarse, "I won't claim you completely until your wolf wakes."

His hand slides up my inner thigh, hooking the edge of my panties. "But you're gonna help me out first."

I let him pull my panties to my ankles, let him lift my skirt and strip it off.

His body presses over me, muscles taut, burning hot. I try to keep my thighs together, but his knee forces them apart, pinning them as he grips my legs and squeezes them shut.

I slam my eyes shut, but my senses sharpen. The heat of friction burns my skin, wet sounds echo in my ears, and each movement sparks a strange, tingling ache.

A foreign heat pools inside me, my body softening.

Shame. Shame. Shame.

I clench my thighs tighter, and he groans, voice strained with pleasure. "Ah--"

He stops, leaning down, his tongue prying my mouth open again. This kiss is deep, suffocating.

When he pulls back, he licks his lips, his hips grinding slowly, torturously, against my thighs.

His lips trail to my ear, nibbling the lobe. "You're so tight, baby."

My ears burn.

He groans again, low and intense, giving me no time to think. He grips my thighs, moving faster.

My mind blurs, like I'm drowning in a scalding sea, sinking and floating. All I hear are his ragged breaths and my own broken moans.

He stops twice before he pulls away.

He carries me to the bathroom, warm water washing over me.

I think it's over, but his hands find my breasts, kneading, playing.

Soon, his body is pressing against me again.

"One more time," he murmurs, biting my ear.

I'm too weak to fight, letting him take what he wants.

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When I woke up, it was already 11 AM.

I blinked at the ceiling.

I never slept this late.

At this hour, Kieran should've been long gone--off at the office, where I wouldn't have to face him.

The thought loosened the knot in my chest. I washed up quickly, my steps light as I headed downstairs.

Then I turned the corner--and froze.

Kieran was there.

Lounging on the living room sofa, his suit jacket tossed carelessly over the armrest, fingers swiping across a tablet screen.

His broad shoulders blocked part of the morning light, his posture relaxed yet impossibly commanding.

I freeze, mind racing.

Last night was just a lapse, right?

Nothing really happened. I just need to act normal.

I take a deep breath, forcing myself down the stairs. "Morning," I say, trying to sound calm.

He turns, his gaze landing on me, lips curling slightly. "Morning."

I duck my head, hurrying to the dining room, relieved.

The staff sets out breakfast, and I eat quietly, avoiding noise.

But soon, the chair at the head of the table scrapes--Kieran sits down.

We're two seats apart, but his presence makes my body tense, every nerve screaming danger.

Yet, he's calm, barely glancing at me, like last night was a dream.

I start to relax.

Until the next evening.

Knock knock knock.

My body stiffens, fingers gripping my pen.

"Whatcha doing?" Kieran's voice comes through the door, low and clear.

I take a shaky breath, opening the door but clutching the handle, ready to slam it shut. "Uh...homework."

"Homework," he echoes, his tone soft but his eyes sliding from my hand to my face, growing dangerous.

No scent hits me, but his presence feels as intense as last night. My fingers tighten on the handle.

His hand covers my wrist, his burning touch shooting straight to my heart. I flinch, yanking back.

His throat bobs, his thumb brushing my cheek, rough and heavy. "Grab your books," he says quietly. "Do it in my room."

I stared at him, my refusal clear.

He leaned in, brushing his lips against mine--lightning in my veins--before pulling back just enough to whisper, "Or should I just stay here instead?"

My hands shook.

In the end, I looked down.

And for the second time, I let him win.

Lilith's POV

That night, I stood outside Kieran's door, my arms full of textbooks, my fingers hovering just inches from the wood.

My heartbeat was so loud I swore it would crack my ribs.

I know what'll happen if I go in--last night's chaos is still fresh, my skin tingling with the memory of his hands.

But if I don't, he'll storm my room, and nothing will change.

I bite my lip and knock softly.

"Come in."

His low voice vibrates through the door. My fingers tremble as I push it open.

Kieran's in an armchair by his desk, robe loose, exposing his chiseled chest.

His eyes lock on me, intense, like a wolf sizing up prey.

"Come here."

I clutched my books tighter, inching forward. The second I was within reach, he pulled me onto his lap.

"Study," he ordered, his arms banding around my waist, his chin resting on my shoulder. His breath ghosted over my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

I grip my pen, trying to focus.

I tried. Really, I did.

But his hand starts wandering. It slides over my stomach, fingers grazing my inner thigh.

I shudder, my pen scratching a jagged line across the page.

"Focus," he chuckles against my ear, but his fingers lift my nightgown, stroking my waist.

I hold my breath, trying to ignore him, until his hand cups my breast.

"Mmph..." A soft sound escapes, my pen clattering onto the desk.

The thin fabric's no barrier. He touches me, his thumb deliberately brushing against me.

"Kieran..." My voice shakes as I try to pull away, but he holds me tighter.

"You're beautiful," he murmurs, hot breath warming my ear.

Shame floods me. I shrink into him, but he lifts my gown, exposing my skin.

Then he lowers his mouth.

"Ah!" The warmth makes me go limp, my mind blank.

I grab his hair to push him off, but my hands are weak.

He chuckles, shifting his attention. When he finally pulls back, I can barely catch my breath.

Before I can recover, his lips crash onto mine, his kiss hungry and consuming.

I melted into it, dizzy, until I felt it--

The hard length pressing against my ass.

"No--!" I shoved at his chest, panting. "I have school tomorrow--"

He didn't stop, but he didn't push further.

"I'll be quick," he promised.

I should've fought harder.

But I didn't.

"Mmm...ahh..." A jolt runs through me. I bite my lip to stay quiet, but he grabs my chin, turning me for a kiss.

His movements rock me, the chair creaking, mixing with soft sounds and my whimpers.

His hands touch my skin, his teeth graze my neck.

I'm a boat in a storm, tossed by his rhythm.

"Quick" turns into an hour.

In the bathroom, he washes me. I glare, muttering, "Liar..."

Something sparks in his eyes. He kisses me hard, voice rough. "Don't look at me like that."

I shut my eyes, lashes brushing his palm.

His stifled groan tells me he's holding back, this devil of an Alpha fighting his urges.

***

The next few nights, I slept in his bed.

His arms lock around my naked waist, my back pressed to his burning chest.

Half-asleep, I feel his lips graze my neck, a silent claim.

Weekends were worse.

He'd keep me in bed all afternoon, my protests meaning nothing--he turned me to liquid with just a touch.

Even studying wasn't safe.

He'd drag me into his office, sit me beside him--only to pull me into his lap minutes later, kissing me breathless.

Then? Bed. Always.

I was exhausted.

So when Kieran holds me and says he's leaving for a meeting with another pack, my foggy brain snaps awake, eyes lighting up.

He narrows his gaze, swinging a long leg over me, pinning me down.

He grabs my chin, forcing eye contact. "Maybe I should take you with me."

I panic, shaking my head. "No."

He leans closer, lips brushing mine, unyielding. Afraid he'll change his mind, I open my mouth, my tongue hesitantly meeting his.

It sets him off. A low groan rumbles in his throat, and he shifts over me.

"K-Kieran--" I squirmed. "School tomorrow--"

Usually, that worked.

Not tonight.

"Please," I begged, voice breaking. "Just...hurry."