Semua Bab Taming His Alpha Brother: Bab 31 - Bab 39

Asher stepped out of the Uber and stretched, the muscles in his back aching from sitting in one spot for two hours. The two-hour drive had left him stiff and irritable, but the moment his boots hit the pavement of Southside Racetrack, Asher felt right at home. The track was nestled behind a row of abandoned warehouses, surrounded by sagging chain-link fences and faded banners from past underground sponsors. It wasn't fancy by any means, but it was a world Asher fit right into.The whirring sounds of engines echoed across the wide open stretch of asphalt as men leaned on car hoods, laughing loudly at a joke Asher didn't quite catch. Cigarette smoke curled in lazy rings around the clusters of men who were in worn tank tops, while some of them looked like they'd walked straight out of a magazine. But all of them had that same wild, gleaming look in their eyes. The look of men who craved speed, danger, and ego."Holy shit, guys! Is that our golden boy back from the dead?"A tall guy in a

Even though the sky was already pitch dark with barely any stars illuminating it, the stoplights all around the racetracks made it seem like it was still morning. But Asher's body, especially after his accident, told him it was already night. The adrenaline had long since bled out of Asher's system, leaving only the dragging weight of exhaustion pulsing through his muscles. He just wanted to get home, sink into those thousand-thread-count sheets and forget that today happened. Forget his grandfather...his stealing, overbearing, and fucking annoying half-brother. Perhaps that sleep would soothe the throbbing at the back of his skull from when he had hit it on the floor while jumping out of a race car.Never try this at home, kids.Anyway, that's why he left the tracks as soon as he changed back into his suit, and now, the Uber was rolling up the quiet street toward the apartment complex he owned. Yes, unlike Zane's, which he'd gotten from the family (namely their grandfather Robert) a

"I beg to differ." Zane's voice all but purred back at him, radiating mockery and heat. It set up flames all over Asher's skin, turning his breathing heavy. "I think the world would universally agree you're the sick one. Raping your brother when you fell in heat and then making him fuck you through your heat, every single time."The way Zane said the "Fuck" word was so filthy and erotic that Asher felt his cock turn rock hard, tenting up his pants. He had to bite his tongue to hold back a moan. Flustered, he began sputtering, his face going as red as a ripe tomato, and he yelled into his phone. "T-that's a fucking lie, Zane. I don't make you fuck me! You force me to submit to you and--and...""And doesn't it feel good, brother?" Zane drawled so sensually it felt he was whispering right into Asher's ears. Oh, how Asher hated whenever Zane called him brother if they were...you know...doing this... It felt so dirty and...and...gods, so hot. Asher's heart was beating so loudly he wondered

The moment Zane stepped into the ballroom and his presence was announced by the man, every single head turned to the door, watching him make his late entrance. Some lips murmured his name, others simply fell silent, as though the building itself understood that the real heir had arrived.And Zane didn’t even bother looking at anyone else.His storm-blue gaze swept the heavily decorated hall, flicking past chandeliers that dripped with crystals and the catered buffet steaming with caviar-stuffed delicacies. His gaze even moved past the family members who meant absolutely nothing to him.Until they finally landed on Asher and right on cue, his finger moved in his pocket and he activated the vibrating butt plug.Immediately, his brother who seemed to be saying something clamped his lips shut as panic rippled across his perfect face, glass of champagne shaking ever so slightly as he tried to fight and hold it in.Zane’s cock twitched.He hadn’t even meant to be late tonight. But thanks to

After Asher had been embarrassed by Liam and Zane had come to his rescue, Asher had felt dazed. He stood there, eyes wide as the toy moved inside him, contributing absolutely nothing to the conversation around him, a little dazed and confused and overwhelmed, not just because of the toy in his ass, but because Zane was resting his hand on the small of his back.It was just a hand. A fucking hand.But Asher couldn't breathe. He kept wondering if everyone else could notice it. Was it strange? Did it look anything more than brotherly? It certainly didn't feel brotherly. He should move away. He should. Fuck he should!...Asher fucking couldn't. All of his senses seemed to be heightened, and in that same breath, everything else outside Zane was blurred and distant. Where were they now?Oh yes, they were taking photos after the absolute mess of the toast he gave earlier. Zane again had come to his rescue after increasing the intensity of the toy. The son of a bitch had forced him to thank h