Forbidden affection

PROLOGUE 

 

JAY

I shouldn't lust over him. It was taboo and frowned upon by society. I would disgust any who heard it, but I couldn't stop it. If he were a woman, it would have eased everything, made the feeling bearable, but no. He had to be a fucking boy, one who always sent my blood into overdrive each time I think of him, on his knees, swallowing my dick.

However, his gender didn't matter, it was our relationship. He was my fucking baby brother, one who became my family when he was just a kid. I couldn't do this to him, even though I wanted to, now that he had gone through his differentiation. We had always believed he would be an alpha since he fucking came from a family of alphas, but he turned out to be an omega, and I was still getting used to his new identity. Something that was taking all my willpower not to mark him and make him mine forever.

Letting out a curse, I slid my dick into the willing hole of the whore I picked up because of how much he looked like him, the boy I wasn't supposed to think about. Though his omega scent was irritating to the nose, I could only settle for less since I couldn't get the one I love.

I wrapped my fist around his blonde hair and tugged hard, causing the young man to gasp. His hole clenched around my dick as I increased my pace, tightening my hold.

"More,” he begged, his arse cheeks bouncing with each thrust. “Fuck! I need more!”  He tried to turn, but I held his hair tighter. 

It would be over if he looked at me. Imagining him as my stepbrother made me hard. My dick would soften the minute I look into his eyes and realize he wasn't my step-brother.

That was why I fucked them doggy style. This way, I wouldn't have to look at their face and into their eyes. 

“Fuck!” He screamed when I hit the spot, thrashing under me from both the pain of his scalp hurting from my tight grip, and the pleasure from having his prostate stroked. 

With one hand holding his hair in place, I slapped his juicy arse cheeks with my right hand. He moaned louder, trying to match my pace. 

“You —”

The ringing of my phone cut my words off. My gaze whipped over to it, and the lusty haze I was in, cleared. 

I pushed him away from me and hurried over to my discarded trousers. I know that ringing tone. It was the one I saved his name with. My hands shook as I answered the call, gesturing for the whore to shut the fuck up when he started protesting. 

“Baby?”

“Brother, where are you?” 

Fucking a whore out, and imagining you were the one. 

“I… Something held me up. Is everything okay?”

“I miss you, brother. Dad just left and… Can you come over, please? I don't want to stay here alone,” he begged, using that voice I could never say no to. 

Wait, what was I even talking about? Even without him using that tone, I would always run to him, wagging my tail like a dog any time he called. 

“I will be there in a few minutes. Wait for me okay?”

“I will.”

I disconnected and dropped my phone on the table before I hurriedly put on my slacks. 

“What's going on?” The young man I was just fucking sat up on the bed, glaring. “Where are you going? We just started —”

“Here.” I threw a wad of cash at him. “That's your pay for the night.” I zipped and buttoned my jeans before I reached for my polo. 

“You know that's not what I want, right? I just want to —”

“Finish yourself with your fingers. They are there for a reason.” I picked up my phone and car keys from the table and made for the door, narrowly avoiding the pillow he threw at me. 

“Bastard! Where the hell do you think you are going?!”

Those words caused me to pause in my steps and I turned to look at him.

“Who the hell did you call a bastard?” I growled, drawing a step towards the bed, my wolf rising and my pheromones wafting out.

He gasped, eyes watering as he reached for his throat, face ashen white. “Please stop!" He begged, falling back on the bed.

The second he fell back, panting from the dose of pheromones I let out, I turned, taking long strides out of the back room, and heading straight to my car. All I had in mind then, as I got into the vehicle, was to go to my baby boy. He was all that mattered to me.