My Alpha Stepbrother is My Bully (Nevaeh) novel Chapter 89

Chapter 89

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Three months pass with me barely talking to Duncan and him turning the Winter pack into a force to be reckoned with. Thanks to his and Noah’s friendship, the Winter pack becomes the second strongest pack in the States. The Spring pack and the Summer pack don’t come close since they don’t have an alliance like we do with the Autumn pack.

To be honest, I’m shocked by how powerful of an Alpha Duncan has become. The whole pack respects him despite his dragon DNA, and my father’s business is blooming-Duncan is on his way to becoming super wealthy. But, despite all this, I’m still refusing to share a bedroom with him.

“Be honest,” he demands one evening while taking off his suit inside the living room. “Are you even thinking about us, or have you already made up your mind to never forgive me? Could it be that you hate me but won’t tell me since you need a place to live?”

I snort at his question with my eyes on our son. Hell would have to freeze over before I look at Duncan’s abs. “As if you could throw me out-I’m Crow’s mother, and he needs my milk. Like it or not, but you need me here.”

“I wouldn’t throw you out even if we didn’t have a son. This is your home.”

“Which I have no right to,” I point out in a bitter tone, locking my eyes with his. “The mansion, the pack, and my father’s company are now all yours-you could throw me out without a bad conscience.”

Duncan folds his suit over his arm. “Okay, I’m going to be honest with you, Blair: I’m tempted to throw you out simply because you won’t respect me. When I talk to you, you sometimes ignore me, and it makes no sense that you’re mad at me. I mean…-” He releases a frustrated laugh. “Why are you even mad that I’m the Alpha? You couldn’t lead the pack anyway now that you’re taking care of a baby!”

I narrow my eyes at him. “I would have appreciated having the option.”

Duncan says nothing after that. He leaves me alone in the living room, and another week passes.

During that week, the tension between Duncan and me only grows thicker. We orbit around each other in the mansion, exchanging only the most necessary words when it comes to Crow’s care. But underneath my anger, a longing aches in my chest. I miss him. I miss us.

The problem, however, is that my pride will not let me bend or forgive Duncan for his actions.

…something I wish I weren’t so jaded.

One evening, as I’m putting Crow to bed in the nursery, I hear a soft knock at the door. I know it’s Duncan without even looking.

“What do you want?” I ask flatly, not turning around as I tuck the blanket around our sleeping son.

“To talk,” Duncan says quietly. “Please, Blair. We can’t go on like this.”

I sigh and finally face him, crossing my arms. “Fine. Talk.”

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He steps into the room, his handsome face etched with weariness. “I’m sorry for not telling you about the pack elders’ decision sooner. I should have been upfront with you from the start. But I need you to know that even if I secretly wanted to remain as the Alpha, I never asked for the other stuff. The company, your father’s money, the mansion…I didn’t scheme to take it from you.”

“But you accepted it all the same.”

“Yes, I did,” he admits heavily. “Because I thought it was the best for our family. The elders told me that if I didn’t accept the role as Alpha, they would make sure it went to someone else, and that person wouldn’t have been you.”

My heart clenches as I process his words. I suspected there was more to the story, but regardless of what Duncan just told me, my pride is still shattered. We won’t become boyfriend and girlfriend overnight.

“I still don’t want to share a bed with you,” I mumble, expecting Duncan to look devastated. Instead, he is smiling-SMILING! What the hell?

“I understand,” it looks like he is holding something behind his back, causing me to narrow my eyes.

“Did you steal something from my room?”

“Of course not,” his lips part so that I’m given a full-fledged white smile. “Anyway, I have a lot of things to do tonight…ALPHA THINGS…so…yeah…see you later.”

I’m more confused than ever when Duncan runs out of the room. What crawled up his ass?

Sighing, I get up to visit the bathroom, pausing when I realize the lid to my laundry pausing when I realize the lid to my laundry basket is open. Frowning, I peer inside, and my jaw drops. All of my underwear is gone. Every last pair.

“What the hell?” I mutter under my breath. Who would steal my panties? And why?

Suddenly, it hits me. Duncan’s odd behavior, the secretive smile, him rushing out of the room. That sneaky bastard! He must have taken them when I wasn’t looking. But for what purpose?

Fuming, I storm out of the room dressed in just a bathrobe and march down the hallway to Duncan’s office. The bastard doesn’t sleep anymore. He practically lives at work, but before I can kick up the door, I hear what sounds like a moan.

…was that Duncan?

Slowly, carefully, I press my ear against the door, straining to listen. I can hear heavy breathing, the rustle of fabric, and then…

“Fuck, Blair,” Duncan groans, his voice is low and strained with need. “Your scent… it’s driving me crazy.”

My eyes widen as realization dawns. Duncan is using my scent to get himself off!

Another moan drifts through the door, followed by the rhythmic sound of skin against skin. I can picture Duncan, his hand wrapped around his thick cock, stroking himself to the scent of my underwear. The mental image sends a bolt of heat straight to my core.

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I know I should be angry and confront my perverted mate for his inappropriate actions. But instead, I find myself growing wet, my nipples turning hard underneath the bathrobe. How long has it been since I touched Duncan? Weeks? Months? My body aches for his, even if I don’t want to admit it out of pride.

Almost in a trance, I duck down to peer in through the keyhole of the office door. The sight that greets me takes my breath away.

Duncan is sprawled in his leather desk chair, his suit pants around his ankles. One of my lacy black thongs is pressed to his nose as he inhales deeply, his eyes closed in bliss. His other hand is fisted around his impressive length, pumping up and down.

“Blair,” he groans again, lost in his fantasy. “Need you so badly…”

I bite my lip hard, desire pulsing through me as I watch him pleasure himself with thoughts of me. Part of me knows this is wrong, a violation of my privacy. But a bigger part is incredibly turned on seeing the effect I still have on him, how desperately he wants me even after all our fighting.

Before I can second-guess myself, I open my bathrobe and place my fingers over my clit.

…should I be doing this?

Probably not, but I’ve never been a saint-my fingers slide easily through my slick folds as I start to rub slow circles around my sensitive nub.

It feels sooooo good!

I have to press my other hand over my mouth to stifle a moan. Duncan’s ragged breathing and guttural groans spur me on, and soon, I’m matching his rhythm, imagining it’s his fingers instead of mine.

“Fuck, Blair, you feel so good,” Duncan pants from inside the office, lost in his own pleasures.

I can’t tear my eyes away from his glistening cock as it slides through his fist, the muscles of his abs and thighs flexing with each stroke.

I press my fingers harder against my clit, rubbing faster as the pressure builds inside me. My hips start to rock in time with Duncan’s strokes, chasing my rapidly approaching climax. I’m so close, teetering right on the edge…

Suddenly, Duncan’s rhythm falters, and his back arches off the chair. “Blair!” he cries out, his voice hoarse with ecstasy as thick ropes of cum spurt from his cock, painting his abs and chest.

The sight and sound of his powerful orgasm are enough to trigger my own. I have to sink my teeth into my knuckles to muffle my scream as intense waves of pleasure crash over me, my inner walls clenching around my fingers.

When was the last time I felt something so intense? Gosh. My legs tremble, and, embarrassingly enough, I nearly collapse right there in the hallway-I’m lucky Duncan can’t see me again since he would most likely laugh at what a mess I am.

And as the aftershocks subside, reality comes crashing back in. What the hell did I just do? Masturbating to the image of Duncan? Shame and confusion go toe-to-toe with the lingering embers of desire in my belly. After everything that has happened, I still find Duncan sexy-that thought is wild to me.

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“Fuck, nothing makes sense anymore. I need to get back to my room where everything is less…hot…”

I quickly tie my robe and hurry back to my room before Duncan can discover me. I flop down onto my bed, staring up at the ceiling. Tonight made one thing very clear: despite everything, the intense attraction and need between us hasn’t faded one bit. If anything, it’s stronger than ever.

I want Duncan, and he needs me, but can lust alone bridge the gaping emotional chasm that’s grown between

us?

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