Rejected by the Alpha, Claimed by his Brother
Chapter 294: _ Our Consummation

Chapter 294: _ Our Consummation

Warning: Mature Content Ahead.

The moment I was fully inside María José, I stopped. Just for a second. Just to memorize the way her lips parted, the way her nails dug into my back, how her eyes fluttered like she was overwhelmed by the feeling of being truly claimed.

I gritted my teeth, nearly shaking. She had no idea the devil had just crawled into her bed.

I moved again, thrusting in and out of her and finding a rhythm Axel might have used, but with more. I wasn’t just making love. I was branding her. Carving myself into her soul with every stroke. She gasped, whimpered, and held me tighter.

"I love you," I whispered against her skin, and it wasn’t pretend.

It never was.

I’d loved her from the first time I saw her. She was always meant for me.

Mine.

Each roll of my hips was a reminder. Mine.

Each kiss to her throat. Mine.

Each moan she gave me. Mine.

She clawed at me now, meeting every thrust with more desperation. Her body spoke a language of fire and surrender. Her heels dug into the small of my back and she whispered things in the haze.

She let out soft, broken pleas of "faster" and "deeper" and "don’t stop."

I wouldn’t. I couldn’t. Not until she shattered again with me inside her.

When her pussy had fully accepted me, I could move more freely. I increased the pressure, feeling her blood moisturizing my dick, making the stroke even easier.

"Arghhh!" She cried, gripping my arms like she couldn’t believe the sheer sensation shooting all over her.

Her moans and cries were fuel. I lost it. I pounced in and out of her, gnashing my teeth as sparks of pleasure flew all over me.

Dios, María José was fucking sweet. I had never made a love so satisfying before.

"I can f-feel..." I stuttered, finding words to describe what she was helping, but I already knew.

So I helped her out.

"You can feel yourself tethering to the edge, isn’t it?" I forced out, trying to hold myself back from crashing first.

She met my eyes, our pleasured gazes interlocking and meeting each other halfway. She was about to cum. And when she did, when her walls clenched tight and her cry echoed through the room, I lost all control.

I came hard, face buried in her neck, trembling as I emptied everything into her with a silent scream against her pulse. Her body shook beneath me, wrecked and blissed, and I held her close as she blinked up at me, dazed, trusting, and in love.

It should have been Axel here. But it was me. I watched her breathe, her chest rising and falling with slow satisfaction, the glow of post-pleasure softening her every feature.

She touched my cheek. "I love you," she murmured sleepily.

I swallowed the laugh that threatened to rise. It was cruel. It was delicious.

"I love you too," I said in Axel’s voice.

And I meant it. Every goddamn syllable. As she drifted to sleep, limbs tangled with mine, I stared at the ceiling, heart pounding with cruel contentment.

I had taken everything from him.

His body. His name. His woman. Her virginity. Her love.

And she never even knew. But oh—she would. One day. And I’d be there when his heart broke.

She slept beside me like a painting; soft, bare, and utterly ruined in the most sacred way. Her lips parted slightly with each slow, innocent breath, lashes fluttering as if even her dreams were sweetened by what we’d just shared.

The sheets were tangled around her hips, clinging to the shine of her skin, and her legs still trembled from the force of our union. My union. No... our consummation.

Mine.

She didn’t know it yet, but her body had told the truth.

And I watched her. I drank her in like she was the first star after centuries of darkness. For once, the monster in me was quiet. Still. Content.

My fingers hovered above her cheek, craving one last touch, one last reminder that I was the first to have her—truly have her. Not Axel. And it would haunt him. If he ever knew.

The image alone warmed my insides. His face, broken. His fists trembling when he realized that while he slept like a corpse, I was here, nestled inside the woman he thought belonged to him. While he dreamed, I claimed her.

Still, time was running out. I could feel it, even as the air in the room remained thick and quiet. Eventually, the moment would fracture, and the cracks would show. Axel would wake up, and questions would follow.

I needed to go for now. I was done here.

I sat up, taking a last, indulgent look at her flushed skin and mussed hair, then leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead.

"Sleep well, mi ángel," I whispered, brushing a thumb along her temple. "You’ll never know, but tonight, you were loved more than you ever will be again."

It wasn’t a lie.

I slipped out of bed with a carefulness only obsession could fuel, pulling Axel’s discarded clothes back on one by one. His shirt. His pants. His scent. I arranged everything; her limbs, the sheets, the light—just the way he’d left it.

No one would know I’d been here.

Almost no one.

I turned toward the door, my body already shifting beneath the skin of the man I hated most in the world back into mine. The game was clean. The lie was perfect. María José had been touched, loved, and claimed, and he would get the credit for it.

It should’ve ended there.

But just as I reached the threshold, a thought hit me like a curse I couldn’t resist: Why should Axel get even that?

Why should he still have the luxury of taking credit for a moment he didn’t earn?

I turned back toward the bed, gaze narrowing.

Her thighs were still greasy, painted with the aftermath of our joining. My seed. Her blood. The proof. The brand. The truth.

And I couldn’t let him have it.

Let them wake up and believe in the illusion of consummation, of shared love, of some sacred wedding night... no.

I reached out a hand and whispered the incantation through gritted teeth. The air shimmered with black smoke as my magic took root.

Erase it. All of it.

Her thighs glistened one last time before the evidence evaporated like mist in the morning sun. The sheets were no longer wrinkled with the weight of our bodies. No blood. No stain. No scent.

No truth.

The room was once again untouched. Like nothing had ever happened.

But it did. I happened.

Now, Axel would never know how he lost what he lost. And worse, he would wonder. I know she wouldn’t bleed again, or flinch or tremble when he touched her next. Maybe her body would betray her and make him feel like a stranger.

What I knew, surely was that I was erasing this moment from her memories as well. To the both of them, they fell asleep after María José touched herself.

The next time they tried having sex, he would discover she was no longer a virgin. He would know he didn’t take it. He would confront her about it and she wouldn’t have any explanations for it.

And then, their marriage and bond would be strained forever. That’s when Mateo comes in; her new confidant and best friend.

Oh, why didn’t I think of this before? The plan was just... perfect.

Axel wouldn’t understand why he met her unchaste. But I would. And I would savor it.

One day, when this façade broke, I’d look into his eyes and watch him piece it together. The rage. The horror. The helplessness.

And I’d smile.

Because I didn’t just steal María José’s first time. I stole his story. I rewrote it. I blotted his name out and signed mine in blood and pleasure and lies.

And now, there was no trace left. Just a secret. Just me.