Mated To My Best Friend's Lycan Alpha Brothers

Chapter 535: Your Brother Is My Mate

Warning: Explicit content ahead (18+ only)

(Author’s POV)

After the passionate kiss, the gentleness, the tenderness Alaric was showcasing were totally out of character. It was like a poisonous drug that he was caressing into her, working as a Narcotic, catching Myra off guard as she let herself go with the flow. They were consumed by their deep desires and lost in each other’s caging embrace. The moment was hypnotic in a very twisted way.

Alaric had pinned her to the glass wall this time as he was ready to take things to the next step. Fixing her securely with one arm, his right hand moved from beneath her hips towards her breasts. Once there, he started kneading the right one as a hoarse, breathless moan escaped Myra’s mouth, "Nnghhh~ .... mmm~ *gasp* ..." Even when she was gasping, he didn’t break the kiss.

Seeing her reaction, Alaric was pleased. He went beyond as he pinched her buds, rolling them between his fingers and thumb, playing with them. His mouth moved from her lips to her cheek as he licked and sucked the water droplets resting on it. After giving the cheek its fair share of attention, his lips started travelling downwards, leaving a trail of red hickeys on its way. Myra’s eyes were closed as she was savouring everything he was giving her.

When his lips reached the crook of her neck, he placed a delicate kiss on it first, inhaling her fragrance, ingrating it into his senses. Her scent here was especially captivating and alluring. He then nibbled and sucked at her skin, like an addict.

As he was doing this, Alex was getting more and more excited; he was brimming with the feeling of exhilaration. He groaned, "Uggghhhh~ ... MORE~~~ I WANT MORE. I want more of her. I want to mark her. I want to mark the mate. I want to completely make her ours. MATE. MATE. MATE. MATE."

Myra parted her eyelids just a little, but when she met Alaric’s golden eyes and sharp fangs, all her hunger, desire and lust were replaced by fear. Her eyes shot open fully as she was dragged back to reality.

In a strained voice, she uttered, "Noo~ ...."

Alex had already overtaken Alaric. He was ready to make Myra his and his only. He approached her, ready to sink his teeth and stamp his mark on her, but before he could even put his lips on her neck, Myra, who was in a dire situation, headbutted him, "I SAID NO~ ..."

Alaric was caught off guard by the sneaky attack; his body swayed, and his grip on her body loosened. Myra saw the opportunity and pushed him back, "I said no~ .... I don’t want this." She rubbed her forehead and found that her injury had started to bleed once again, and because of the impact, her head was spinning as well.

Grunting out a low, guttural voice, Alaric asked, clearly frustrated, ".... Urgggghhhhh~WHY?"

"Because this is not right," Myra spat out. "We shouldn’t be doing this."

Alaric gave a sardonic snort as he mumbled, "Why not? Just a few seconds ago you were enjoying being in my arms, receiving my kiss."

Though he tried to conceal it, Myra sensed the hurt behind his sarcasm. She said, "It was all a mistake. My mind was clouded for a second."

Alaric tried to approach, his voice filled with irritation, "Then let it wander some more."

"Alaric, please~ .... Don’t do this. It’s wrong," Myra pleaded, biting her lower lip.

"Wrong? What the fuck is wrong, hmmm? Why are you feeling guilty all of a sudden? Were you imagining someone else in my place? Huhh? WERE YOU?" he roared, banging his hand beside her on the glass wall.

Without thinking, Myra said, "What if I say yes? What if I took you for someone else?"

Alaric’s eyes flickered. Then it started to change color from glowing golden to a deep, dark shade of red, the color of anger and death. "Who is it? Tell me his name?" he pinched her chin to glare in her eye. "Tell me~ ... so that I can rip that bastard’s head off of his body." His voice was menacing.

Myra gulped down hard. She was clearly terrified to see him like this. He was behaving like an obsessive madman. She tried to match his gaze, trying to replicate a tough front as she said the first thing that came to her mind, "It’s your brother, Brave. Brave Everests. He said~ .... he and I are mates. That we are fated mates. So, we shouldn’t be doing this."

For a second, Alaric remained still. His eyes contracted then expanded. After a pause, he spoke, "IMPOSSIBLE~ .... you are lying, you are fucking lying. Brave and you~ .... you two are not mates. You cannot be his mate. You cannot."

Myra thought he was looking down on her, so she spat, "Why not? Why can’t we be mates, huh? Alaric Everests, face the reality. Whatever happened right now. It was all due to an adrenaline rush. There was no such meaning to it. Your brother and I~ ...." He didn’t give her a chance to finish her words before he said, "NO~ ... you are not. There can only be one mate, and you are mine. My fated mate."

This time, it was Myra’s turn to go in shock. Her eyes bulged at his thunder like confession. All this time, she had thought that Alaric was just trying to mess with her. She thought it was just a dirty prank. But the way he said it, her inner thoughts propped up, ’Is he telling the truth? Or is he still trying to fool me? Brave said, at one time, there can only be one mate. So~ ..."

With the way her history has been with Alaric, she dismissed his confession, still believing that he was just trying to play with her emotions. She pushed him with whatever strength remained and said, "Ridiculous. I don’t want you as my mate. I don’t want to. We are nothing, nothing to each other."

To Be continued . . . . . . . .