Love Times Four My Stepbrothers Are My Mates (Alayah) novel Chapter 67

**When Broken Stars Drift Across Empty Midnight Skies by Troy Mason Venn**
**Chapter 67: Backing Down**

**Alayah’s p.o.v.**

The air is thick with the remnants of our shared passion, and as I finally catch my breath, I can’t help but revel in the warmth of Nero’s bed. The world outside fades away, and all that exists is the intoxicating connection between us. My heart races as I feel his fingers dance across my skin, his touch igniting a fire within me. He pinches my nipple gently, and a jolt of pain surges through me, transforming into waves of pleasure that leave me gasping for more. It’s a sensation I never knew could be so exhilarating, a delicious blend of hurt and ecstasy that pulls me deeper into our moment.

As he shifts between my legs, I feel the heat of his body against mine, the pressure building with each tantalizing movement. The way his hardness glides against my sensitive clit sends shivers of delight coursing through me, and I can’t help but moan. Each sound escapes my lips like a prayer, a plea for him to keep teasing me, to push me closer to that edge I crave so desperately. “Please, I can’t take much more,” I whisper, my voice trembling with need.

And then, as if the universe is in sync with my desires, it happens. I scream his name, my body erupting in a symphony of ecstasy as I reach my climax. Just as the waves of pleasure wash over me, he thrusts into me with a ferocity that takes my breath away. I feel him fill me completely, and for a moment, time stands still as I adjust to the overwhelming sensation of him inside me.

When he begins to move again, it’s a slow, deliberate rhythm that drives me wild. I instinctively arch my hips toward him, silently begging for more. Thankfully, he catches on, and soon his pace quickens, driving deeper, harder into me. “Harder,” I moan, and he responds eagerly, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure rippling through my body.

“Right there,” I gasp, feeling him hit that sensitive spot that makes me lose control. My moans grow louder, and I cling to him, urging him to keep going, to find that sweet spot that sends me spiraling. The heat radiating off him is intoxicating, and as I press my lips against the mark on his neck, I can feel his groans resonate within me, fueling my desire.

And then it happens again. I come harder than before, my canines sinking into his skin as my body clenches around him. The sensation triggers his release, and he groans deeply, filling me as we collapse into a blissful haze. As we lie there, the world outside fades away, but a nagging thought creeps into my mind. I wish my other Mates were here with me; it feels oddly stifling to wake up with just Nero.

As dawn breaks, I find myself stifling giggles at the sight before me. It seems my other Mates decided to join us during the night. The bed is cozy but far too small for the five of us, and I feel my cheeks flush a deep crimson when Topaz jokingly asks how they’ll react to feeling one of their brother’s hard-ons pressed against their backs. I attempt to wriggle free from the arms that have ensnared me, but the moment I move, they tighten their grip. After several futile attempts, I give in, lying there with a smile on my face as I recall the previous night’s events. I snuggle closer to Nero, feeling content in this chaotic nest of warmth.

**Noah’s p.o.v.**

The chill of an empty bed jolts me awake, and Eiji’s voice cuts through the fog of sleep, urging me to find our Mate. With a reluctant sigh, I swing my legs over the side of the bed, the cold floor shocking me into full awareness. Guided by an instinctual pull, I start my search in Nathan’s room. I don’t even need to knock; Nathan opens the door the moment I arrive. “Looks good on you,” he remarks, his gaze flickering to the mark on my neck, and I can’t help but smile, noticing the connection we share.

“Thanks. I just want to find her,” I reply, urgency lacing my tone. Nathan nods in understanding and follows me as we head toward Nikolay’s room.

As I open the door, I find Nikolay sitting up in bed, his eyes scanning the room as if searching for something lost. The mark on his neck confirms my suspicion—Alayah is with Nero. “Don’t tell me that it was all just a dream,” he mutters, skepticism lacing his words. Both Nathan and I shake our heads, but I can see the doubt lingering in his eyes. He heads into the bathroom to check his reflection, and when he returns, a triumphant smile spreads across his face. “She’s with Nero! Let’s go. I don’t care if I have to sleep on the floor; I just want to be near my Mate.”

We follow Nikolay out of his room, our eyes drawn to Nero’s bed, where our Princess lies peacefully in the embrace of our younger brother. She looks so serene, and despite knowing the bed wasn’t designed for this many occupants, we climb in anyway. Nikolay is right; there’s no way I’m sleeping in another room when my Mate is so close. It isn’t long before sleep pulls me under, but just as I begin to drift, Eiji’s voice pierces through the quiet. “We need to figure out these sleeping arrangements. I refuse to be cuddled up to one of my brothers every night.”

Morning breaks with the creak of the door, and I’m struck by how our Mate managed to escape the bed without waking us. “So cute,” I hear Mara say, and a wave of embarrassment washes over me, wishing I could hide beneath the covers. But our Princess is having none of that. “Are you here to rescue me?” she asks playfully, as Dad approaches to assist her, only to be met with the growls of both Nero and Nikolay, who refuse to release her. I can’t help but chuckle as I sit up straight, watching the playful tug-of-war unfold.

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