Tasting Nora-Pleasing Her Stepbrother Mates novel Chapter 51

51–The Paintbrush Is Making Me Horny 

Nora: 

We spent the remaining hours chatting about school and the pack. Natalya, exhausted, dozed off in my bed, and with the rain ceased, Brody readied himself to depart. 

“You could crash in the guestroom,” I offered, watching him smile sweetly. He was so positive and calm. 

“I reckon I’ve overstayed my welcome in this mansion,” he said, glancing around my bedroom before letting out a sigh. It made me wonder if he’d been here before. The way the brothers treated him also left me puzzled. While everyone else regarded the brothers with reverence and fear, Brody seemed rather cocky around them. 

“Well, then, I hope you make it back to your pack safe and sound,” I muttered, and he paused for a moment before flashing me a smile. 

“I’m bunking with my uncle and aunt for a few days,” he corrected me, and I nodded in understanding, realizing he meant April. 

“Got it,” I nodded again. 

“I’ll be taking some combat classes and might end up being your trainer for the next few weeks,” he smirked, sending my heart racing. 

“Oh!” I stammered, unable to muster a better 

response. 

“Actually, I was summoned here to assist in teaching combat lessons alongside your brother, Alpha Ryker,” his tone shifted when mentioning Ryker. 

“That’s incredible,” I sighed, realizing I’d soon face embarrassment twice over in front of both my brother and Brody if I didn’t perform well on the training ground. 

“But don’t fret, I know about your wolf, so I’ll go easy on you,” he probably sensed my reluctance to be pleased, so he leaned in and nudged me with his elbow, bringing a relieved smile to my face. 

“Thank you,” I murmured. 

“I should head off now. We’ll meet again,” he urged to leave, and I trailed after him out of the room. As soon as we stepped outside, I was taken aback to see Cain standing in the doorway of his studio, furrowing his brow as he cleaned his brush. 

The way he stared at me sent shivers down my spine. 

“It’s fine, you don’t have to escort me all the way to the parking lot,” Brody turned to reassure me, but I shook my head and insisted on accompanying him. As I started to follow Brody, I noticed a subtle movement from Cain. However, I didn’t anticipate him acting on whatever he was feeling until I was passing him, and suddenly felt his grasp around my arm. 

It happened so suddenly that I didn’t even register it until I couldn’t move any further. 

“Ouch!” I winced as Cain yanked me towards him, and I stumbled like a feather into the door of his studio. Brody, realizing what had transpired, came to an abrupt halt and turned around to find me. When he spotted me in Cain’s grip, he grunted and marched back towards us. 

At this point, I was stunned, my hand firmly held by Cain. His hazel eyes bore into mine, narrowed as if warning me not to resist. 

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“What’s going on?” Brody questioned, locking eyes with my alpha king stepbrother. 

“Nothing’s going on. Just a brother having a chat with his sister, mind your own business,” Cain’s voice sounded harsher than ever before. I’d witnessed the brothers throw tantrums, but this time, his tone carried a dark energy. It felt like if we dared to defy him, he might lose control. 

“It’s okay, Brody. I’ll be fine,” I began to reassure him, but Cain interrupted me before I could finish my sentence. 

“Help yourself out the door,” he instructed Brody before slamming his studio door shut, leaving just the two of us in his intimate studio space. 

He didn’t release me until he had dragged me across the studio to the other side near the large window, where he seated me on a high chair. I felt like a doll being maneuvered. 

“What’s that man doing in our mansion?” he echoed the same question his brothers had posed to me. However, in front of others, he acted indifferent, but here, he demanded answers. 

“He’s a friend,” I murmured, feeling uneasy under his intense gaze. He crouched down, placing his hands on either side of me on the chair, almost touching my thighs. 

His face came level with mine, his eyes penetrating deeply into mine as he hissed, “Do you ever see us bringing friends home?” 

I swallowed hard before shaking my head, feeling small and submissive in the presence of his muscular and authoritative demeanor. 

“Hmm! Then why is there a man in my sister’s room?” he inquired, this time using a softer but raspier tone. 

“But he came to drop me off, and then it at 

51–The Paintbrush is Making Me Horny