Taming My Biker Alpha Stepbrother

I wanted to not just fuck my stepbrother.

I wanted to own him, make sure he forgot where I ended and where he began.

That was what I wanted more than anything in the world.

But he was the only thing I couldn’t have.

“It’s late, Ael.” My voice was gentle as I watched him stagger into the house. He was drunk, smelled like engine oil and cheap beer, and there was a smudge of something dark on his jaw that I wanted to lick off.

I didn’t move from the kitchen island. I just watched him, fingers curled around a mug of tea I’d long stopped drinking.

Ael kicked off his boots, a low groan leaving his lips as he missed the rack, and left them in the middle of the hallway. His vest followed.

Then he was just standing there in a t-shirt, swaying slightly, his dark hair a mess and his eyes half-lidded. “Come here.”

I set the mug down and walked toward him.

Closer now, I could smell his pheromones. His natural Alpha scent that should have been repulsive to me but now made me want to own him more than anything. “You’re going to feel like hell tomorrow,”

“No one asked you to stay awake, mobeomsaeng.” Model student. His nickname for me when he was drunk. His hand grabbed my face, forcing me to look at him. “But since you’re clearly so free, I can give you a job if you want one?”

“Which is?”

He grinned, and I could almost see his tongue piercing. “Go on your knees and suck me off.”

I smiled, slowly pushing his hands away. “You act like this every time you come home drunk. Let me lead you to bed before mother wakes—”

He grabbed my chin again but this time, he held it tight enough so I couldn’t look away. “Answer me. You don’t want it as a reward for all the good deeds you’ve been sending my way?”

My heart picked up faster. Harder. I could feel my dick hardening, taking shape in the only way it knew how to behave around him. “Not here. If my mom finds us, she’s going to have our heads. Your father will too—”

“Hey.” His scent spiked, digging so deep into my skin. If I was an Omega, I would have fallen instantly at his feet. “Are you deaf? You and your pathetic excuse of a mother should both know how to earn your keep in this house. So go on your knees before I hit you.”

“Hit me.”

He blanched. “What?”

I looked at him. The itchy feeling was back. The adrenaline I only felt when I was looking at Ael. The rush. Excitement. “Hit me.”

Ael’s face scrunched up. He stared at me, studying before he took his hand off my face, his expression shifting. “You’re no fun—”

I grabbed his wrist and pulled him back. “Should I hit you first?”

“What—?”

I threw my first punch, hitting him square on his face. He staggered back, clutching his nose as blood poured out of it. I heard him let out a curse, his eyes flying up to me with rage before he moved.

I dodged easily, hitting his back with my elbow and sending him to the floor. “That’s for speaking about my mother in such a manner.”

Ael’s Alpha scent flared hard. Would have scared anyone. Just made me harder.

He snarled and lunged upward, catching me around the waist. We went down hard. My back hit the floor, the air punched out of my lungs, and then his fist connected with my cheek.

The pain was instant but I liked it. I liked everything that came from Ael.

I laughed as I rolled, using his own momentum to pin him beneath me. My knees bracketed his hips. One hand slammed his wrist to the floor beside his head; the other pressed against his throat. “This is because you started something you’re too drunk to finish.”

My name was Neven Ambrose. Son of Mrs Ambrose Kim. Captain of the basketball team at University of Kingston. Honor student. Alpha. And Student Government President.

And my one obsession was the man beneath me.

Blood from his nose smeared across his upper lip. His eyes were wide, dark, furious. The tongue piercing flashed when he bared his teeth. “Get the fuck off me, Neven—”

“No. I’m still teaching you.”

I leaned down until our faces were inches apart. His pheromones were everywhere now, thick and aggressive, trying to force submission.

My body answered the only way it ever did around him. My cock pressed against the front of my sweatpants as my excitement still bubbled out of me. “You can’t come back to this house drunk and be violent. You want your dick sucked. You can get it if you ask nicely when you’re awake. Otherwise, I’ll beat you up and take advantage of you just like this.”

Ael bucked hard, trying to throw me off. “You’re fucking disgusting. Get off.”

“What is going on?”

My hand clamped over Ael’s mouth, my head snapping to the side as I looked at my mother. She stood at the stairwell, robe on with clear irritation on her face. “Apologies, mother. A wild dog came into the house. I just caught him and I plan on releasing him soon. Please, go back to bed.”

Ael thrashed beneath me, his muffled curses vibrating against my palm. His eyes burned with fury, but there was something else there too— something that made my stomach tighten with satisfaction.

Fear. Not of me, exactly. But of what I might do next.

My mother lingered on the stairs, her gaze filled with the ever same disgust she held towards me. The island I’d pinned Ael behind him perfectly and she never bothered to check anything I was doing. “Get back to bed.”

“I will, Mother.”

I waited until her footsteps faded, until the click of her bedroom door echoed through the silent house. Then I looked down at Ael.

His punch hit me out of nowhere, sending me to the side as he got off the floor. Staggering but finally away from me. “Always knew you were fucking psychotic. Hiding behind your perfect image like you aren’t sick.”

My cock hardened so much I was sure I would die. “Keep talking dirty to me like that and I will fuck you.”

He glared at me one more time but he didn’t respond. Instead, he walked up the stairwell, still staggering.

I stayed back to arrange his shoes on the rack, clean up the blood and pick up his biker leather vest.

I was going to make him beg for this back.