Rejected by the Alpha, Claimed by his Brother
Chapter 78: _ Damn, She Kissed Me

Chapter 78: _ Damn, She Kissed Me

[Mature Content Ahead]

"Did you just kiss me?"

I froze. My brain malfunctioned.

Words? What were those?

"Uh," I said intelligently.

Her eyes burned into mine, demanding an answer, but my mouth had apparently decided to stage a mutiny against me.

Talk of hypocrites; where was Hugo when you needed him?

"Okay, listen," I blurted, hands flying up in defense. "It’s not what it looks like... well, actually, it kind of is, but it’s not—I mean, I wasn’t trying to! I mean... did! But not on purpose! It just—it was an accident! And then it happened again! But I swear, I wasn’t—"

María José just kept staring.

My face was on fire.

I couldn’t stop talking.I needed to stop talking. I was making it worse.

Fuck, Moon Goddess, please. I’ll marry Rosa. I’ll become a responsible Beta. I’ll do whatever you want... just save me from this bloody awkward situation!

"It’s just that you were there, and you looked so—I mean, you were sleeping! And I wasn’t thinking! And then suddenly, I..." I gestured wildly at the air, like that would somehow explain the absolutely inexcusable thing I had just done.

For fuck’s sake, why was I like this?!

"Look, I know this looks bad," I continued desperately. "And you probably think I’m some kind of pervert, but I swear, I just came to check on you because I was worried! Nothing creepy! Just normal... uh... totally platonic brotherly concern!"

At that, her brows arched.

"Platonic brotherly concern?" she repeated, like it was the most absurd statement of the year.

Maybe it was. There was nothing platonic about a kiss. Especially not a kiss that tasted so bloody sweet.

I winced. Okay. Wrong choice of words.

But then, I didn’t even have to fight for words when her demeanor changed.

Her wide, mortified expression chilled into something else. Her eyebrows twitched before snapping together and then, her eyes unwaveringly bored into me.

Huh?! Was she gawking at me?

I frowned. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

She didn’t answer.

Instead... she dashed in my direction.

Jumped even.

I was about to glance behind me to see if her dead mother was standing there when she crashed into me with enough force to knock me back against the mattress, and...

Her lips were on mine.

I made a startled noise in her mouth, my hands finding her waist as she kissed me like it was something she had been waiting to do for a very, very long time.

I had no idea what the fuck was happening.

My brain? That dude was GONE.

My soul? Probably being dragged straight to hell.

But Dios bendito, the way she felt against me, the way her hands curled into my shirt, the way she sighed into my mouth like this was the only place she wanted to be...

I was losing myself.

And I liked it.

She kissed me with the kind of fire that made my veins ignite. It was a contradiction of shyness and hunger. I could literally feel the war between uncertainty and intuition she was internally battling on the tip of her tongue.

She was hesitant at first, like she wasn’t sure if she should be doing this, but when I groaned into her mouth and pulled her closer, that hesitation burned away.

She let out the softest little gasp, and that was all it took for me to completely lose my mind.

I gripped her waist tighter, feeling the heat of her body through the thin fabric of her nightdress. My fingers moved on their own, trailing along the curve of her petite hips, up the line of her spine. She shivered against me.

Dios bendito, I should stop now.

I didn’t.

Her hands fisted in my shirt, her nails biting into my skin through the fabric, as though she was just as lost as I was.

Maybe she was. Maybe we were two lost pups. Her body sizzled against mine, every curve pressed into me like a perfect fit. I could feel her pulse fluttering beneath my fingertips, her heart racing, matching the erratic beat of my own.

The kiss went beyond all the things words could describe. She let me in. I explored her, swallowed her soft whimpers, and followed the seam of her lips with my tongue. She tasted so good—warm, sweet, intoxicating.

It wasn’t enough. I wanted more.

I slid a hand up her back, tangling my fingers in her wild red hair, tilting her head just right so I could devour her properly. She responded in kind, moving against me with a need that sent my senses on a marathon.

It was all so good until the devil reared its head. I felt pain.

It was a sharp, aching pressure built at my gums.

I grunted, trying to ignore it, trying to suppress the wrongness curling at the edges of my hunger. I clenched my jaw, willing the sensation away, but the more I kissed her, the more I touched her, the more I drowned in her scent, the worse it got.

My fangs.

They were coming.

No.

My fangs had no business in this. I could feel Hugo pushing, urging me to go for more.

For hell’s sake, what the fuck was he doing?!

I gritted my teeth, fighting against it, but María José made a sound—a breathless, needy little sigh... and it sent me on the edge.

I damned all consequences.

The moment my fangs fully elongated, I had no control left. I dragged my lips away from her mouth, from the sweetness of her kiss, and pressed them to her throat.

A sweet melancholic groan escaped from her.. She stilled in my arms, but she didn’t pull away.

I should have warned her. I should have stopped. But I was too far gone.

I wanted to bite her. To mark her. But as what? She didn’t have a wolf. My wolf did not make a declaration either. So what in the world was this?

María José was something. But ’Omega’ was not the word for it. What are you, María José?

A growl reverberated in my chest as I sank my fangs into her soft, untouched flesh.

The moment I pierced her skin, a rush of euphoria blasted into me.

Her blood hit my tongue, and—Dios mío.

I had never tasted anything like it before.

It was pure sin.