Sharing Beatrice A Luna to her Stepbrothers

Sharing Beatrice A Luna To Her Stepbrothers By Alexis Dee Chapter 421

Chapter 411 My Akin Is Innocent Taking only a few seconds break, he leaned on my face once again, and this time he was much more passionate and soft. His lips s*uc*ked at my lips in a very gentle way. I was able to find a way to steadily spread my legs and give his body easy and comfortable access between my legs.

He didn’t hesitate before adjusting his body and pressing his h*ard, bulging body over mine.

As his lips moved around my lips, I realized how thirsty he had been for my t*ouch. Setting my one hand free, he placed his hand on my boob and gently pressed it, making me squirm and gasp inside. “Ah hmm mum mm,” I moaned when his tongue licked my lips, gently and very greedily making its way into my mouth.

“Ah!” I moaned once more before s*uc*king his tasty tongue and moving my body against his. His widely spread shoulders and sexy physique were really intoxicating. He ran his hand around my boob until it found an entry into my naked skin. He slid his hand up my shirt and pressed my tits between his f*ingers so gently that I bit into his tongue.

It didn’t bother him. He was so hungry that he didn’t want to focus on anything else. Before long, he was rubbing his bulge between my legs and playing with my n*ipple.

“Ahh, Akin–,” I broke the kiss long enough to take a d*eep breath and moan his name.

“Shushhh! You talk way too much,” he smiled before pressing his lips ever so gently against mine this time. The night was still not over, and we were hornier than ever. Just as his hand traveled down and reached between my legs, I closed my eyes to give him free access.

He understood the assignment and lifted his body only enough to pull his shorts down and kiss me at the same time.

However, it didn’t go any further because soon the chaos erupted.All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

Suddenly, our moment of intimacy was shattered by a commotion outside. He lifted his head from my lips, his expression mirroring my own concern. As we hastily mended our clothes, we made our way to the door, curious about the source of the disturbance.Peering out, we witnessed a scene of utter horror. A young woman, perhaps in her early thirties, hurried past us, cradling a lifeless child in her arms. She was clearly in a state of distress and was searching frantically for the lair’s doctor, who was known to reside in the mansion for emergencies.

Without a moment’s hesitation, we followed the woman down the hallway, our hearts pounding with anxiety. As we caught up to her, we could see the desperation etched on her face. It was clear that time was of the essence and that we needed to act quickly to save the child’s life.

“What is going on?” I asked the people running behind her, and before they could say a word, they looked at Akin and hissed.

It was pretty evident at this point that they didn’t like Akin’s presence in the lair. But what does that wounded baby have to do with Akin?

“Akin, you stay there. I will go look around and see what’s happening,” I gently pushed him inside the room, but he refused to sit tight.

“No, I am coming with you,” he eyed me for not letting him follow me. Since I wasn’t left with much of a choice, I agreed and let him tag along.

The two of us rushed to the other side of the mansion, where my mother’s room was, and were faced with a group of elders outside her room.

The way they all shared a glance before glaring at Akin was another red flag that disturbed me. I gently held Akin’s hand and made him walk through the angry crowd to enter my mother’s room.

We were welcomed by my mother and Vincent. Both of them looked frightened and agitated.

“Beatrice,” seeing me, gave her enough strength to walk my way and pull me into a warm hug.

“Vincent, right?” Akin asked the guy, who nodded in response, “Tell me what’s going on? How did that child get injured?” He proceeded to ask him while I sat my mother down and helped her drink some water.

“He was attacked,” Vincent explained, but my mother’s heavy grunting objection silenced him.

“He should be the last one speaking to any of us,” Mom hissed, her eyes throwing darts at Akin, who looked clueless.“What happened? Why is everyone so against him?” I know it wasn’t the right question, but at the moment, it seemed about right because he hadn’t done anything wrong after he came here. It was pretty obvious that they were making it seem like whatever happened to that child tonight was his fault.

“Huh, his kind has always been vicious and vindictive towards us. Look what they did tonight?” She complained, and I realized maybe something very terrible happened between the werewolves and the weredragons.

“Mom, just because one of them did something doesn’t mean all of them are wrong,” I tried to explain it to her, but she refused to understand and moved her head vigorously to dismiss anything I had to say in his defense.

“They are all the same. Isn’t this how they treated us as well? They accused one of us of killing their royal servant, and in return, they punished us all?” When she muttered and made eye contact with me, I was able to glimpse into the terrible life they led because of Sofia and Vasquez.

I didn’t have much to say in defense of the werewolves, but I wouldn’t stop defending Akin. As far as I knew, he was innocent.

That’s when a knock on the door alarmed us of Igor’s arrival. He entered the room with a sad look on his face before he began to explain what led to this chaos, “a werewolf from the nearby village sneaked in, ra—ped and killed the babysitter, and almost killed the little boy.”

The content is on noveldrama.org! Read the latest chapter there!