LOGINTrigger Warning: This story contains explicit adult content, hardcore taboo, possessive dynamics, age gap, themes of obsession, control, and heat-driven mating. The “brothers” in this story are not biologically related. ~ Kyle, Hayden, and their hot stepfather, the Alpha of Crimson Pack who married their mother, share a house that was never meant to feel like home. Their stepfather stopped pretending the moment he caught the scent of Kyle’s pheromones. His touches lingered. His stares burned. And then he told them exactly what he wanted: both of them, together, under him. They should have said no. They didn’t. Now Alpha Daddy has them exactly where he wants them: in his room, in his bed, on their knees. And they’re not just letting him take them. They’re begging for it.
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I could feel the guys watching me the moment I stepped into the hallway. Their sharp and cruel laughter started before I even passed them, echoing off the lockers. “Hey, we heard you fucked Collin last night at the club,” one of them called out, loud enough that a few people down the hall turned to stare. I kept my head down, pretending not to hear, when suddenly a hand shoved hard against my shoulder, stopping me in my tracks. My throat tightened. They surrounded me so casually, like this was just another game to them. My palms were sweating. I tried to step around the guy in front, but he caught my chin in his fingers and forced me to look up. “But you would make a good, sweet twink, won't you?” His grin was wide and mocking. I swallowed hard, wishing I could disappear. “Isn’t it obvious?” someone else muttered behind him. “Can I leave? Please?” My voice came out thinner than I meant. I hated how it sounded—small, like I’d already given up. “Just answer us,” the first one demanded. “Did you really fuck Collin?” “I didn’t,” I said quickly. My heart was beating so fast it hurt. “I swear. We only danced and…” I stopped. My mouth refused to go on. “And what?” One of them stepped closer, his brow creasing in irritation. He'd been glaring at me the whole time, not smiling, and didn't join in when the others talked and laughed. “We almost kissed,” I admitted. “That was all. We didn’t even…kiss.” His expression twisted, rage and disgust fighting for space on his face. “How dare you almost kiss my fucking brother?” He raised his hand, and for a second all I could think was how much it was going to hurt. But the hit never came because a different hand shot out, catching his wrist mid-swing. “You don’t want to do that.” The voice was low and cold. I knew it instantly who it was. I could recognize that deep, rageful voice anywhere. I lifted my eyes, and there Hayden was. My stepbrother. He was glaring at the guy, his jaw set like iron. Those dark eyes flicked briefly to me, then back to the others. Who would have thought that the same person who tried to kill me this morning while we were getting ready for school would end up helping me later? All I did was use a bit of his expensive hair gel, and he nearly choked me for it. Mom wasn’t even around to step in. She had left early that morning, saying she had an important date. Hayden hates me so much that Mom eventually had to move us to a different place so we could have separate rooms. It was honestly better for me. Living with a new stepbrother who had a fiery temper and attacked me over every little thing was definitely not worth it. The guys turned around, and when they saw Hayden, they backed off. I mean, who wouldn’t? He didn’t even have to say much. He just took my hand and spoke calmly. “I guess I’ll be taking my brother away from you.” He led me out of the building, around to the back of the school garden, and as soon as we were alone, he let go of my hand like it disgusted him. “Why were you being bullied again?” he asked. “Wow. Can’t believe you actually care about me,” I muttered, rubbing my wrist. He had grabbed it so tightly it was still red. Hayden glared at me, and I let out a sigh. “I went to the party last night.” “I told you not to go,” he snapped. “And why not? I’m not a child. Besides, you don’t get to tell me what to do.” His jaw tightened, but I kept going. “Anyway, I went because Collin kept calling me. Who would have thought his whole goal was to out me in front of everyone?” “That’s why I said you should stay home. So what happened?” “I met up with him. I was so drunk because he kept handing me more and more shots. Before I knew it, he asked if I was gay, and I… I said yes. We almost kissed, but he punched me in the face instead. I guess that’s why those guys knew about it. They kept—” “Shit,” Hayden hissed, dragging a hand through his hair. “What is it?” I asked, frowning. “Now everyone knows my fucking brother is gay.” “So what? I’m not the first guy to be gay in this damn college. Even Professor Kay is married to a man.” “Yeah, that’s different,” he snapped, jabbing a finger into my chest and shoving me back against the wall. “Everyone is going to start thinking we’re fucking or something.” I stared at Hayden and let out a short laugh. “What’s funny?” he asked, glaring at me like he wanted to tear my head off. “Why would anyone think that about us? You’re not even my type. I’d rather turn straight than ever look at you that way. Besides, everyone knows you’re straight. You’ve got a beautiful, smart girlfriend.” He took a step back, his jaw tightening. “Consider this a warning. Stay away from me, whether we’re at school or at home.” “Not like I even want to be around you,” I muttered. “And next time you see me with those bullies, look away.” “Yeah, says a pretty weak omega.” That one hit harder than I’d ever admit. Not that I had any desire to be wolfless. But in the Crimson Pack, being an omega past eighteen meant everyone treated you like trash. And here I was, already twenty-one. He shot me one last cold look before turning and walking away. I let out a long sigh and headed for the vending machine nearby. I bought a soda and just stood there, staring at the can in my hand. My thoughts drifted back to when Hayden became my stepbrother. It hadn’t even been that long. Just a year ago, my mother married Hayden’s father. He was this wealthy, polished man who seemed like he could fix all her problems. But seven months later, he died. Everything fell apart after that. My mother inherited everything he owned. But she was never the sensible or careful type, and within months, she’d managed to burn through almost all of it. Honestly, I couldn’t even pretend to respect her decisions.Hayden“My contact?” I repeated, blinking at him. “Why? Am I supposed to come back to the hospital again?”Honestly, that was the only thing I could think of. Why else would a doctor want my number? The idea made my stomach sink. I’d had enough of hospital walls to last me a lifetime, and I didn’t plan on being stuck there again anytime soon.The doctor chuckled softly and shook his head. “No, nothing like that. I need your contact so we can talk more. It has nothing to do with me dragging you back here, I promise.”“Really?” I asked, narrowing my eyes a little.He nodded, steady and calm.“But… why, though?” My brows furrowed in confusion.“Why what?” he asked lightly.“Why do we need to contact each other?”His eyebrows shot up, and for the first time, he looked a little flustered. He rubbed the back of his neck, then gave me a sheepish smile. “Because I actually bonded with you. I thought it wouldn’t be bad to… keep in touch, maybe talk again in the future. But I promise, I’m not f
HaydenI hated this. Really hated it. I only came here thinking I’d get an injection, maybe spend an hour at most, and then head back home. But no—these people strapped me down to a bed again with this stupid drip in my arm, insisting I wasn’t leaving until it was finished. I argued at first, but when they started talking about me not healing completely if I walked out, I just gave up and let them do whatever.Now the damn thing had been dripping into me since morning. It was only halfway done, and I was already restless out of my mind. I didn’t even bring my phone. Why would I? I wasn’t planning to stay this long. So here I was, staring at the ceiling, counting cracks and shadows like some bored prisoner.The door creaked open, and I turned my head, expecting another round of nagging from the nurse. She came in smiling, too cheerful for my taste, and fussed with the drip. “Hmm, it’s flowing well,” she said, as if that was supposed to make me feel better.“When am I going to leave, pl
KyleI couldn’t stop shaking. My thighs burned from how long Maddox had been using me, every thrust dragging sharp pleasure through my body until I was trembling. My palms pressed against his thighs for balance, hair plastered to my sweaty back. Each time he drove up into me, my voice cracked into another desperate moan.He was relentless. His hands clamped down on my hips from behind, dragging me down onto him harder, deeper, until I was certain I’d find bruises later. My body betrayed me, clenching around his cock, milking him desperately even though I’d already spilled twice. My chest was sticky, my skin flushed, my whole body aching from the overstimulation, but still craving more.“M-Maddox, I c-can’t,” I gasped, my head falling back, sweat dripping down my spine. My nails dug into his thighs as I rocked helplessly on him, begging even as I ground down harder.“Yes, you can,” he growled, leaning forward to sink his teeth into my shoulder, his voice a low, feral rasp. “You’ll take
Maddox“Yes, Daddy,” Kyle corrected himself immediately, nodding his head.“Good boy,” I whispered as I thrust in sync with each bounce he made.Kyle was already trembling on my lap, his arms tight around my shoulders as he moved up and down on me, his body clenching every time he sank lower. His forehead pressed against mine, his breath ragged, eyes glazed with need. I groaned, gripping his waist, feeling the way his body shook under my palms.“Look at you,” I muttered against his lips, kissing him hard before trailing down his jaw, his neck, then lower to his chest. His skin tasted sweet with sweat, and when my tongue dragged over his hardened nipple, he gasped, bouncing harder, as if my mouth alone drove him mad.“F-fuck, Maddox…” he whimpered, his nails digging into my shoulders. His rhythm was sloppy now, desperate, each drop of his hips sending sharp jolts through me. He was beautiful like this—completely undone, giving me everything.I growled, tightening my grip, guiding him d
MaddoxI gripped his hair tighter, the strands coiling between my fingers as I pulled his head back just enough to watch the desperation in his eyes. God, that look alone was enough to make me lose my composure, but I wouldn’t. Not yet. He thought he could make me finish with a few eager swallows? He had no idea who he was dealing with.“Slow,” I growled, guiding him with steady pressure, forcing his lips down my length at my pace. His throat spasmed around me when I pushed deeper, and the choked whimper that escaped him nearly tore a curse from my mouth. I clenched my jaw, my entire body trembling with restraint.He was messy already—drool sliding down his chin, wetting my skin, dripping onto his shirt. Every time he moaned around my dick, the vibration threatened to crack the last shred of control I had left. My hips wanted to thrust, to fuck his mouth raw until I spilled, but I stayed rooted, holding him still with my hand tangled in his hair.“Look at you,” I rasped, my voice roug
KyleUnder the chair, my hand trailed higher before Maddox, brushing over the fabric of his pants. Maddox’s whole body went stiff above me. I could almost hear the sharp breath he sucked in, could almost feel the way his chest rose and fell heavily.Damn, the power I felt. The man who could make an entire pack bend with a growl was frozen now because of me, because of my touch.I pressed my palm firmer against him, and holy shit—he was already hard. My heart skipped, my own cock twitching at the discovery. I licked my lips, and before Maddox could even growl a warning, I tugged at his waistband and slipped him free.“Fuck,” I whispered under my breath.Thick. Heavy. Veins running along the length. My mouth watered instantly.“Boy…” Maddox’s voice was low, dangerous. But his hand gripped the table edge so hard I knew he wasn’t going to stop me. Not really.I looked up, catching the shadow of his frame above me, then slowly leaned down and wrapped my lips around him.The groan that tore






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