Epilogue: My Brother's Rival

He turned my head and captured my mouth. It felt new all over again, the tyrant motion of his lips against mine, the firm grip of his hand on the hair at the back of my head and the way his arm crushed my little chest into his.

His tongue invaded my mouth and sought out mine. Within a second he was sucking my tongue.

The son of a sod. I was wiggling in his laps in a moment and he knew that would happen. He had me where he wanted and there was no way I wouldn't want him. He was my toxin and no circumstance would make me push him away.

Not even if it was at my brother's place.

My hands reached to the back of his neck to pull him even closer. I wanted more. I moved my chest against his, grinding against him.

A couple of moments later, he broke the kiss and just held me tightly against him. Both his arms were wrapped around me, stalling my movements. I was already far gone though. I buried my face deeper in his chest, but his scent was too strong it pushed me over the edge.

His chest vibrated with repressed laughter as I sighed in satisfaction and hot with embarrassment.

"My hungry bitch." I heard him murmur.

"Don't call me that. I'm a sweet innocent kid." I managed to say even if my voice was muffled.

"And I'm the youngest pure angel." He whispered with a thick, edgy voice and that gave him away. He was heavily on and it suddenly didn't feel quite fair for me to come on my own. We were two and one after all.

"You really are an angel."

"I like it when you admit that."

"Is that it?" An idea downed on me and I stood just between his legs.

"Yes, you do that when you're switching into a badass lil'... for goddamn sake!" His fist came crushing down on the bar table making everyone's head turn. I looked up at him as he tried hard to control his facial muscles.

My body was covering him from everyone while my hands were in his pants having a mind of their own.

"My... my girlfriend is..." My hand picked up speed sliding along his length. His expression was a mixture of pain and pleasure, his voice raspy and threateningly deep.

He was holding his breath, his hands tight, vibrating fists under the table. "She's... an amazingly pretty... little girl and you're... you're all welcome to admire her."

No one moved.

"The fuck you all staring at?" He roared and everyone looked away. At the same time, I felt him come warm on my hand.

His eyes were tightly shut and a hand was running through his hair, his face slightly tilted upwards. His teeth were bared like a threatening alpha. His locked jaws were defined, his Adam's apple jutting out like a commanding general in his thick, venous neck.

I gave an apologetic smile. "You were saying?"

He lowered his head. "The next time you do that, I'm going to yank you on this very table and fuck you real hard."

He kept on holding my gaze. I said nothing. I knew he meant it, but I didn't have a response to that.

"Understand?" He growled and I nodded.

I quickly shook my head. "No, I dont understand."