All Chapters of My Twin Alpha Stepbrother Mates: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Since the Lycans joined forces with the werewolves, they’ve added a bunch of rules that mainly seem to protect their royal family. One rule says that if anyone harms a member of the Royal Lycan Family, they can be dragged straight to the werewolf court. Honestly, it feels a bit unfair, but it’s not like that rule gets used much. Most werewolves would never even think about messing with a Lycan. I mean, who’d be that reckless, right? Lycans are just too powerful.I sat there, thinking it over for a bit before turning to Kate. “I need to talk to Michael about this. Robert can’t go to the werewolf court.”Kate’s face scrunched up, and I could see the confusion and frustration in her eyes. “What’s gotten into you? You’re the last person who should feel sorry for that jerk. Don’t tell me you’re still hung up on Robert now that you’ve got the Lycan Prince in your life.”I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. “I rejected him myself, Kate.”“Yeah, but who knows what he said to you that day to make

At this point, I knew there was no turning back. I had to commit to what I’d started, no matter how much it made my face flush with embarrassment.I placed one hand on my chest, squeezing gently to emphasize the curve of my breast, making sure Michael noticed. With my other hand, I lifted the already short skirt, slowly trailing my fingers along the inside of my thigh, teasing him with a glimpse of what lay beneath.I felt like I was crossing a line, seducing Michael in a way that made me feel both powerful and deeply ashamed. The idea that I was using my body to get what I wanted from him made my head spin with a mix of emotions—part excitement, part guilt.A small part of me wanted to stop everything, to run to the bathroom and lock the door behind me. But another part, a more daring part, refused to back down. I wanted to conquer Michael, to make him lose control because of me, to make him see me as irresistible. This time, I was going to be the one in control.I could see it in hi

Michael’s fingers explored my most intimate places, sending waves of pleasure crashing through me. The warmth and wetness between my legs intensified with each movement, and I felt my body tightening around his finger, clinging to it as if afraid to let go. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of cold and heat that left me breathless, my heart pounding in my chest.I watched as Michael’s Adam’s apple bobbed, his eyes darkening with desire. His fingers moved with a deliberate slowness, teasing me as they pressed against my inner walls, sliding in and out with a rhythm that drove me wild. I couldn’t help the gasp that escaped my lips, my free leg curling up instinctively as if to shield myself from the intensity of the sensations.Michael’s touch became firmer, more insistent, as he focused on the place where my labia met my inner folds. I realized what he was about to do, and a thrill of both fear and anticipation shot through me. My eyes widened, my breath catching in my throat as I

"Push your chest out," Michael's voice was low and commanding, sending a shiver down my spine.I hesitated for a moment before complying, pressing my chest forward, letting my hardened nipples brush against his lips. Michael accepted them eagerly, his mouth enveloping one as if it were the sweetest treat. His lips were cool, but his tongue was a searing contrast, tracing circles around the sensitive bud. He sucked hungrily, the sound wet and lewd, as if he couldn’t get enough.A tremor ran through my body, but despite the intensity of the sensation, my mind remained strangely clear. This was Michael—my mate, my lover. My heart pounded, each beat growing louder, faster, as if it were trying to synchronize with the rhythm of Michael’s mouth. I was both frightened and exhilarated by the way he devoured me, his rough movements a thrilling reminder of his strength and dominance. But beneath the primal fear was a deep-seated comfort in his presence, the intoxicating scent of my mate wrappin

My moans seemed to drive Michael into a frenzy, his desire intensifying with every sound I made. His hips moved with a wild, uncontrollable rhythm, each thrust deep and powerful. He would pull out only halfway before slamming back into me, like a relentless force, his hard length slicing through my wetness and reaching the deepest parts of me.The sensation was overwhelming—my G-spot pulsed with heat as his cock stretched and filled me completely. The pleasure was so intense that I couldn’t suppress the low, husky groans escaping my throat. It was as if my entire body was vibrating with pleasure, my scalp tingling with the intensity of it.I didn’t resist. I didn’t struggle. Instead, I surrendered to Michael, my body laid out beneath him in a submissive pose. I offered him everything, every soft, intimate part of me, letting him take what he wanted, how he wanted. My arms rested loosely on his shoulders, our bodies pressed together, skin on skin, chest to chest, thigh to thigh. The he