Semua Bab Taming His Alpha Brother: Bab 81 - Bab 90

As soon as Zane’s mouth crashed onto his, Asher’s mind emptied and he nearly moaned from the sheer relief of it. Please.Why did Zane kisses always do this to him? it was mind-consuming and oh so fucking hot.His lips parted for Zane's tongue as a fog of want and need thickened in his mind. Zane’s tongue slid against his with maddening control, taking him apart one wet stroke at a time. Asher whimpered into it, clutching at the Alpha’s shirt like it was the only thing tethering him to earth.He didn’t even realize his legs had spread until Zane’s thigh pressed firmly between them, grinding him down against the mattress. While the kiss was hungry and with force, it still had a softer undertone that made fresh tremors of desire wracked Asher's body. Slick rushed out of him helplessly, soaking through his briefs.When Zane finally pulled back, Asher nearly sobbed from the loss, letting out a growl of disapproval.But the Alpha didn’t go far. He pushed up onto his knees, broad shoulder

"Patience..."Asher hated the denial, and he let out a keening sound, clawing at Zane's shoulders. But the man continued to slowly pepper kiss all over his skin, ignoring him. When Zane eased back from him, Asher was close to his wits' end, every nerve in his body thrumming. Forgotten, he literally asked for it, Asher opened his mouth to ask why Zane wouldn't fuck him. Why was he so slow and sweet?But Zane gripped his waist and gently turned him onto his stomach. Then he arranged him until he was on his knees. Asher groaned, the feeling of being manhandled by his Alpha so so good. He braced his hands on the headboard, wiggling his hips at Zane as if saying, 'put it in right now.' Finally, a familiar presence settled behind him, and he whimpered. Zane's chest was pressed to his back, his breath hot against his ear as he ground his cock along the cleft of Asher's ass, and his whole body quivered with need.Large hands slid down his arms until Zane's fingers covered his, twining with

When Zane had told Asher to find his mother's possessions in Victoria's room, Asher had been floored with confusion. Why would Victoria have anything that belonged to her husband's mistress, especially since they all knew she wasn't exactly in love with Charles? It was strange to say the very least.He voiced that doubt to Zane, and after holding his face in both of his hands, the Alpha asked. "Do you trust me, Asher?"Without a trickle of doubt, Asher had nodded like a fool, and Zane had only smiled, kissing him until his brain emptied of its last cell. Then he murmured huskily. "Then just do as I asked. You will be rewarded if you find it and bring it to me." Now, walking through the silent south wing of the West Villa, Asher wasn’t so sure about that reward.His knuckles were white around the cold brass key he was gripping. He stared down at it while his pulse battered against his ribs, each thud so hard it dizzied him. Why did he agree to do this again?Ah, okay...the reward, and

Asher's hands were clammy and his heart was pounding so hard against his ribcage as he stared at the narrow passage yawning open in his mother’s suite. Eight years of his life, he'd known Victoria....the next fifteen, he spent ten of it living in the West Villa and he had no idea there was a secret room hiding behind these walls.His throat felt so dry he had to gulp back his own saliva to wet it. Every instinct screamed at him to leave....let sleeping dogs lie... Maybe some things were never meant to be discovered. But instead, step by step, he inched forward until he was close enough to push the panel wider. Stale dusty air rolled out in a heavy draft and Asher choked, letting out a cough.It took a few minutes of him coughing to expell the dust in his lungs and his eyes had become watery by now.Drawing in a shaky breath, Asher stepped forward until he crossed the threshold into the room. And a gasp ripped out of his throat when he saw what was inside. There was only one word

Zane didn’t glance up when his office door clicked open. His eyes were fixed on the spreadsheet on his PC, and assuming it was Linda, he started to speak.“It's a good thing you're here. I was about to call you up anyway." he paused, and opened a file on his desk, picking up a pen without looking. "Move the trial data for 14B to my desk. Tell the lab I want a comparative analysis done between it and 12C. And tell R&D I don’t give a damn if it costs triple, I want heat suppression without the liver damage risk. If they can’t crack it, I’ll find someone who can.” His pen scratched against the contract he was red-lining. “And make sure the patent draft for the new gene therapy gets to Legal before lunch. I don’t want another delay.”Only silence echoed across the room.Zane's brows knotted into a deep frown. His assistant usually chirped some acknowledgment by now. He lifted his head, irritation bristling inside him at the disrespect, only to feel it knocked clean out of him.Because it