My Brother My Mate

Crossing the Line

Mariam's POV

Anthony kept approaching with determined steps down the empty hallway. His eyes were fixed on mine. I feared what he might be planning to do, but even more so, I feared the possibility that those strange sensations I had felt for him before would manifest again.

I was trembling when he reached me. The smell of his cologne and the warmth of his skin overwhelmed my senses.

“I need to talk to you,” he said bluntly, hardly noticing what he was provoking in me. Without waiting for my response, he grabbed my hand, somewhat violently, and dragged me into an empty classroom nearby.

“I need to go to the bathroom,” I protested, though those same delicious sensations were beginning to surface again, the ones that had made me get up and leave Spanish class.

“It’ll have to wait because what I need to ask you is more urgent.” That was all Anthony said before closing the door of the room he had dragged me into. His strength was impressive; there was nothing I could do to resist him.

I feared he wanted to confront me about the feelings we both knew we shared. I didn’t want to reveal to him how much I had enjoyed his touch when his hand was on my thigh and his thumb so close to my center.

I wouldn’t admit the pleasure it gave me, I wouldn’t acknowledge it to him.

Still holding my hand, he pushed me to sit on one of the desks in the room we were invading.

“I need to join the football team,” he said when I looked up, fearful of his intentions.

I was speechless for a few seconds.

“What?”

“You’re smart, Mariam; I know you’ll think of something I can do.”

I didn’t understand what he was saying. He explained patiently. Suddenly, needing me, he was no longer the jerk I was used to dealing with. I discovered Anthony could be kind.

“Tiffany’s boyfriend, Peter, is the current quarterback and the one who decides who gets accepted or rejected on the team. His girlfriend already warned me he wouldn’t accept me because he doesn’t want any rivals on the team.”

My eyes met Anthony’s after he finished explaining what he needed. Now that he was asking for my advice, I saw how vulnerable he could be and the power I could potentially wield over him. That excited me even more than I already was, locked alone in that empty classroom with him.

“It’s very simple, Anthony. I’m surprised you don’t know what you should do,” I responded, feeling powerful, realizing he was facing a dilemma that was so simple for me.

My response angered him, and his eyes pierced me with silent violence, but he didn’t dare go further than that. I was grateful he wasn’t an Alpha yet because I’d heard their glowing eyes could make your heart shrink.

“Why don’t you just tell me, Mariam?” Anthony moved closer with some violence when he realized he hadn’t intimidated me enough. His proximity and my vulnerability to whatever he wanted to do to me made me shudder. I had to press my lips together to stifle a sigh.

“First, you have to promise me something.” It was hard to get those words out of my mouth. My breathing was tight.

“Don’t think I’ll release you from being my slave just for this. Don’t exaggerate, sister.” Anthony’s face was so close to mine that his warm breath hit my neck, making the hairs on my nape stand up.

I began to notice he was also getting excited. His advances weren’t meant to intimidate me, as he wanted me to believe. No, he did it because he, too, was drawn to my proximity, the scent of my skin, the warmth of my breath.

I had no idea what was causing this, but it was delicious, and I didn’t want it to stop.

“I know you won’t, brother, but you could be sweeter in my condemnation,” the words were provoked by the manifest excitement thickening the air between us. “I just want you to be less harsh on me.”

Anthony’s lips were almost on my face, so close that a flick of my tongue would reach them. His chest almost pushed against mine, which were starting to respond once again to the stimulus of his closeness.

“Tell me what I need to do, and I promise I’ll be a more benevolent master to you.”

Anthony couldn’t resist anymore, and his mouth crashed against my neck. He didn’t kiss it, didn’t go that far, but I heard him sniff. My legs stopped responding to my will and opened to receive the pressure that then leaned on them, right in the center.

“What are you doing, Anthony? You know you shouldn’t…”

He didn’t hear my words, or didn’t want to, I don’t know, and I was grateful he didn’t because I didn’t want him to stop for anything in the world.

I moaned as quietly as I could, longing for the brush of his tongue on my neck, for the pressure he was applying on my zone to deepen, and for one of his hands to dare to relieve the yearning growing in my breasts.

“You want this too. You can’t resist it.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Anthony. But whatever you think is happening is a lie. You have to stop. This isn’t right, not at all.”

“I can smell you, Mariam. You’re in heat, remember? You’re more sensitive and vulnerable. What’s coming out of your mouth contradicts what your body is craving.”

Anthony’s face kept hovering around my neck, still not daring to kiss it. His excitement grew and pressed harder against my center, eliciting another couple of sighs from me, and one of his hands began to move up my abdomen, towards where I most wanted him to touch me at that moment.

“But we’re siblings, Anthony. We’re siblings now, or have you forgotten that detail?”

“We’re not really. We just had the bad luck of being adopted by the same parents.”

“Or the good luck, Anthony, we don’t know. What’s happening? Why all of a sudden…” I stifled an intense moan, louder than any bell, when Anthony finally dared to run his tongue over my neck, his excitement brushing against the most pleasing part of my zone, and his restless hand grabbed the erection of one of my n*****s.

It was the most wonderful sensation I’d ever felt in my life, but as quickly as it hit me, it had to escape when we heard someone approaching down the hall.

We looked at each other, terrified, not only by the sound we had just heard but also by the boundary we had crossed.

“I’ll tell you what to do to get on the team, Anthony,” I said when the heat of the moment turned to warmth.

The class change was imminent, and I was supposed to have gone to the bathroom for just a moment.

“Don’t show Peter all your skills. Just enough to ensure entry, maybe a little less if possible. If he doesn’t see you as a rival but as someone he’s sure he can beat, he’ll let you join the team. Once you’re in, I suppose the coach will determine what position you should occupy, brother.”

Anthony looked at me with genuine appreciation for the first time in his life.

The murmur of the class change reached us.

“Thank you… sister,” Anthony said as he ran his hand through his hair.

He left first, and I waited a few seconds before following.