Tasting Nora-Pleasing Her Stepbrother Mates

Tasting 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. This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

“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.

St–The Paintbrush is Making Me Horny

“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

helplessly in front of him. All my boldness crumbled in his close proximity.

“Hush!” he closed his eyes and tilted his head, causing me to gulp.

“Don’t argue, just obey,” he whispered as he opened his eyes, causing my heart to sink in my chest. Instead of standing up for myself and reminding him of how they mistreated me, I nodded like a fool.

“So, what will you do?” he inquired, his eyes betraying his keen interest in our conversation.

“Obey, not argue,” those words slipped from my lips without my conscious consent. I was becoming ensnared in the web of his stare, and I didn’t even realize it.

“Good girl,” he suddenly brought the wooden side of his paintbrush near my lips, tapping it lightly while saying those words and staring deeply into my eyes. Inside me, a thunderstorm raged–it was not normal.

“Now, go back to your room,” he abruptly pulled away and began to clean his brush, but I remained frozen.

Raising his eyebrow, he side–eyed me before tapping his brush on my head to snap me out of it. “You silly little kitten,” he said, as though he were patting his pet wolf.

Shaking my head in realization of what was happening, I leaped off the chair and sprinted towards the door. When I reached my room, I didn’t even dare to turn around, consumed by panic.

What the heck was happening to me?