I Ran From My Psycho Step-brother Straight Into The Alpha's Lap novel Chapter 91

**Title: When Night Grows Softer, Hope Returns to Lead Us**

Sophie struggled to maintain control over her breathing as Torin’s gaze locked onto hers, a predatory intensity radiating from him. He approached her with a deliberate grace that sent a thrill of apprehension coursing through her veins. Despite the instinctive urge to flee, she stood her ground, waiting with bated breath until he was mere inches away. In an instant, his lips crashed against hers, firm and insistent, igniting a fire deep within her.

Sophie surrendered to the moment, losing herself in the rhythm of his kisses. Each press of his lips urged her closer, and before she knew it, he lifted her effortlessly, wrapping her legs around his waist. With a swift motion, he pressed her against the wall, his mouth continuing to claim hers with an intensity that left her breathless.

Drowning in a sea of sensations, Sophie’s heart raced wildly in her chest, each beat echoing her desire for this incredible man. When Torin’s mouth finally left hers, she instinctively chased after him, feeling the warmth of his lips travel down the side of her neck. She tilted her head, granting him better access, and gasped softly as he nibbled gently on her skin. A low, breathy moan escaped her lips, surrendering to the pleasure he was drawing from her.

He explored her body with a fervor that sent her spiraling into new heights of ecstasy. But then, a sharp bite startled her, and she cried out, the sudden pain catching her off guard. Yet, as quickly as the discomfort arrived, it transformed into a wave of warmth and pleasure. She found herself moaning against him, lost in the intoxicating sensation of his kisses, which had grown more fervent and demanding.

In her mind, a whisper echoed, “Mine.” Confusion wrapped around her thoughts, but another voice broke through the haze: “My beautiful mate.” This time, there was no mistaking it—she had undeniably heard Torin’s voice in her head. Yet, the thought was fleeting, overshadowed by the fervor of his kisses that left her senseless.

Gradually, Torin began to slow his pace, kissing her with a gentle tenderness that contrasted with the earlier urgency. He pulled back slightly, his eyes searching hers as he asked, “How are you doing, baby?” His voice was rough, laced with the raw power of his wolf, his eyes shimmering with an otherworldly glow.

Sophie felt a tremor run through her entire body, the aftermath of their passionate encounter still coursing through her. “That was incredible,” she managed to reply, her voice shaky yet filled with awe.

Torin drew her closer, a playful smirk dancing on his lips. “You think that was good? Just wait until I make you fully mine,” he promised, his voice dripping with sensuality.

A shaky breath escaped Sophie as she leaned into him, grateful for his steady presence. She felt as though she might crumble under the weight of her emotions. “Did you talk in my head?” she asked, curiosity lacing her tone.

He nodded, his gaze unwavering. “Yes,” he confirmed.

“That’s incredible,” she said, her eyes widening with wonder. “Can I do the same thing to you?”

Torin hesitated, a thoughtful expression crossing his features. “I’m not sure, since you’re not a wolf,” he admitted.

Sophie furrowed her brow, intrigued. “How do you do it?”

“Just imagine talking directly to me,” he suggested, his tone encouraging.

Closing her eyes, she focused on him. “Torin,” she whispered in her mind. When she opened her eyes, she found him watching her intently.

“That’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard,” he said, his voice low and sincere before capturing her lips once more.

Suddenly, a thought intruded upon their intimate moment. “Paul’s here; we’d probably better let him look at your shoulder,” he said, breaking the spell.

Sophie sighed inwardly, wishing they could remain wrapped in each other’s arms. *I’d much rather keep doing this,* she sent to him, her heart racing at the thought.

Torin shuddered, a visible reaction to her mental message. *You have no idea what you do to me, baby. We’d better stop while I still can,* he replied, his voice thick with desire.

A smile spread across Sophie’s face, buoyed by his response. Torin opened his eyes and gazed at her with a tenderness that made her heart swell. He cupped her cheek gently. “I love being able to hear you in my head.”

“Me too,” she whispered, her voice soft yet filled with sincerity. But then, Torin’s demeanor shifted as he carefully pulled the strap of her tank top aside to inspect her wound.

“It’s still bleeding. Let’s get Paul to take a look at it. Are you good?” he asked, concern etched across his features.

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