Sold To The Alphas I Hate - Chapter 176

Chapter 176: Pure Madness
Lucian’s POV

I was never into guys, let alone ever wanting to kiss one. In fact, I already had a woman I loved like crazy. Eira.

I was damn sure she was the only one for me.

But what was happening now took me by surprise. It was something I never thought I would ever do. When I teased and mocked Rafe with those vulgar comments—calling him my bitch and warning him I’d fuck him one day—it was just the way we talked, not something I truly meant. It was the same with him, but…

Why did it feel so right? Why did I want to keep going?

Maybe it was because we were mate-brothers. We shared a bond that allowed us to do this without guilt. Mate-brothers—we were each other’s mates and strength as well. That’s what the bond was.

I knew there were other mate-brothers who did it, but I never thought I would be one of them.

The way he kissed me back—the passion consuming my mind now. Maybe he was driven by the beast inside him, seeking comfort anywhere it could find it. But I was sane, and I didn’t want it to stop.

I pressed him harder into the car, my body caging his, my hand buried in his dark hair as I claimed him deeper. His lips parted beneath mine, and I took the invitation without hesitation, sliding my tongue into his mouth.

The taste of him was sharp, tinged with blood and heat, intoxicating in a way I had never felt before.

Our tongues collided, clashing at first like a battle for dominance—rough and hungry. I rolled mine against his, forcing him to yield, but Rafe wasn’t one to surrender easily. His tongue pushed back with equal fervor, twisting with mine in a storm of heat and fury that made me groan into his mouth.

His hands gripped my waist, fingers digging into my sides as if he wanted to fuse me to him. He tugged me closer, chest to chest, his body hard with tension.

I growled low in my throat, pressing him back until the car shuddered with the force. My hand slid down from his hair to the side of his neck, thumb stroking the line of his jaw before I tilted his face the way I wanted.

My tongue plunged deeper, twining with his in a dance of hunger and defiance, sucking on him, tasting him as though I could pull every ounce of pain from him and replace it with myself.

He groaned into my mouth, a raw, guttural sound, his grip tightening. His fingers slipped beneath my shirt at my hips, nails scratching against my skin. I shivered and answered with more pressure, my other hand sliding down his back, clutching the muscle at his waist, pressing him harder against me.

It was pure madness—passion edged with desperation. Each kiss was a fight, our mouths devouring and yielding, our tongues rolling and twisting together as if neither of us would ever let go first.

After a long while, when we finally stopped, we didn’t part. My forehead rested against his, my nose brushing against his, both our eyes closed, my lips still lingering over his. Panting heavily, drowning in each other’s scent.

After a moment of silence, I asked, “Is it enough to divert and calm your mind from the bloodlust, or do you want me to go on?”

“It’s enough,” he replied, trying to breathe just like me.

I moved back to look at him. He opened his eyes to meet mine. For now, his eyes no longer carried that crimson darkness, which told me he was fine again.

Damn it. Of all the ways, this was the only way. The damn lustful vampire.

He looked away and said, “Thanks.”

I came back to my senses, realizing it was time to let go. I looked away as well and tried to explain, awkwardly, “I just wanted to divert your mind. Nothing else.”

“I know,” he said, still looking somewhere else.

“We’re cool then,” I tried to sound chill and walked toward the trunk of the car. “Let’s drink some shit.” I opened the trunk and pulled out the box of liquor.

I picked one bottle and tossed it to him. “For you.”

He caught it, and finally our gazes met normally. He looked at the bottle in his hands and commented, “Always ready with the shit. Not bad.”

“After eating me, it might taste better now,” I commented, as usual not being able to hold back from teasing him.

He offered me a bored gaze. “Same goes for you,” and walked away.

I felt relieved that we were back to normal, but then I couldn’t help but stare at his back as he walked toward Roman and Jason, who were lost in their own world.

‘What the hell am I doing?’ I scolded myself for staring at him this way. I never acted like this. While that damn vampire looked like it meant nothing to him.

Well, better this way. We could just go back to being normal.

He sat next to Roman while I carried the box with me to offer the drinks to the other two as well. I settled next to Jason as I put the box in front of them after getting one bottle for myself.

Roman and Jason acted normal. But then, when Jason looked at me and our gazes met, I looked away.

Somehow, it was more awkward in front of Jason, as he was my brother. I didn’t know what Roman and Jason must be thinking, but then, my stubborn self didn’t care.

I lifted my head up to empty that entire bottle in one go. I leaned a little back with my free hand supporting me on the ground, my gaze moving toward Rafe.

He seemed to have realized I was looking at him, but the damn bastard didn’t look back at me.

Unsure what to think about anything, I simply shook my head with the resolve of forgetting it all and started to drown another bottle down my throat.

One thing was there which was good. All of this managed to divert my attention from Eira, from her intoxicating scent, and the thought of her being fucked by my brother.

I hadn’t just helped Rafe, but he had helped me as well. So we were even.

Nothing more is there to think about it, I convinced myself

It won’t happen again, right?