The sky outside the drawn blinds had gone dark, and Asher was still sitting slouched in the stiff plastic chair beside his grandfather’s bed. His arms were crossed tightly over his chest, staring at the heart monitor unseeingly. Robert West hadn’t moved in at all the time Asher was here.His skin seemed paler under the dim lights, like some part of his spirit had already wandered too far from this world to bother returning. But the machines said otherwise, beeping over and over in the silent room. Asher dragged his eyes away to glance at his phone. The screen glowed with the time: 7:03 PM.Damn. he hadn’t even noticed the hours slipping by, taking just a few toilet and coffee breaks.The family had been trickling in and out throughout the day–his uncle, his father again, even that nosy second cousin with the fake concern who always tried to weasel into inheritance talks. They all hovered, said a few nonsense to the sleeping man, and left with varying degrees of solemnity. Asher hadn
Asher woke up groaning, his entire body aching like he’d been run over by a truck, dragged half a mile, and then dumped back in bed. There was a loud, persistent ringing in his skull, and for a second, he genuinely thought it was inside his head. It took a moment of blinking groggily into the morning light before he realized the sound wasn’t his brain shutting down, but his phone blaring beside the bed.“Ugh.” he winced, rolling onto his side with a grunt. Although on the first day of his heat, Asher had felt all his broken bones from the accident heal and he no longer needed braces or crutches, his muscles were still very sore. As he struggled to sit up, his arm brushed the space beside him, and he paused. The bedsheets were cold and perfectly straightened. Zane was gone.Of course, he was. Today was a workday, and so the bastard had probably woken up at the crack of dawn, prepared for the hospital, and left Asher there like a discarded, used-up toy. The faint scent of aftershave an
Asher’s breath hitched, his chest heaving against the sheets as the words Thank you, dear brother echoed in his head, clawing at his pride like shards of glass. The humiliation stung worse than the paddle, but his hole clenched hungrily, a traitor to his anger, throbbing with an excruciating need to be filled up. His heat made him so desperate, burning away his defiance. He knew with just three quick taps of his foot, he could stop this and Zane would back off. But the thought of stopping made his chest tighten with Panic. He needed this, needed Zane’s cock, needed to be fucked until he couldn’t think. So with a furious choke, he growled through the gag, “F’ck… I ‘gree…”Zane’s answering grin was a palpable thing. Asher couldn’t see the wicked curve of his lips, but he felt it ripple through him, curling his toes into the floor. The dark, musky alpha’s scent flooded Asher’s senses, sinking into his lungs like a drug. It made his balls tight and aching and his eyes burned with unshed
Asher was bent over the edge of the bed with his knees spread apart, and the insides of his thighs were damp with slick. His arms were bound behind him, each wrist swallowed in thick leather cuffs that were clipped to a dangling chain running up to the snug collar around his throat. The pressure of it, how it forced his neck forward and kept his back in an exposed arch–made Asher feel degraded in a way that shouldn’t have made his cock so hard.But it was, painfully so.His heat had reached its full peak now, causing the sweet, ripe omega musk to pump from every pore on his skin. The vibrating object shoved into his ass thrummed mercilessly, pushing slick out of him in wet squelches with every slow thrust. Zane’s shoe was propped up against it, shoving it in deeper to make Asher twitch and gasp through the ball gag lodged in his mouth.He was gagging on his own drool, and his cheeks were burning. Everytime the toy thrust into him, his ass would clench involuntarily, as trying to hold
The moment the moan slipped from his mouth, it was as if his body took that one crack of weakness as permission to completely fall apart.His skin was burning, and a sticky wetness was beginning to pool between his thighs, causing the seat beneath him to feel unbearably damp.Fuck, he was leaking slick.And worse off, he could smell the syrupy-sweet scent that hadn’t belonged to him just days ago. It was pouring out in waves and saturating the air around him like an open invitation.No. No, no, no. FUck.Right here, in the middle of people he’s always had to perform Alpha strength for, his Omega instincts were taking over, forcing him into heat. Every one of the guys was looking like snacks to Asher, and his vision was starting to blur.He was trying to control his building terror when Sean, one of his friends, lifted his head suddenly and took a long sniff of the air. Carter followed a second later, pushing off the Omega sucking his dick from between his legs. Lifting his chin high
Asher licked his lips, his heart beat quickening as the man headed toward him. His fingers trembled badly where they held the lime water, and every nerve ending inside him lit up like someone had struck a match along his spine. Gods, what the fuck was wrong with him? That man was his half-brother, whom he hated more than anything. Why does his body seem to forget this?Asher took in a shaky breath and leaned back into the bar table, as a subtle, masculine scent hit his nostrils, so familiar and achingly good. But Zane wasn’t even that close that Asher should be able to smell him. Fuck he was going crazy.As his dick began to swell in his pants, Asher let out a small whine and that sound shook him out of this madness. With a choked groan that he swallowed back, Asher quickly turned around and joined the party back at the VIP area of the club. The moment he dropped back onto the leather couch, panting like he’d just run a marathon, his friend, Carter who had invited him to this shit s