Craving The Wrong Brother Novels & Stories

Cruz’s hands shook as he leveled the gun, his breath ragged. His brother’s smile didn’t waver. “Do it,” he taunted. “Prove me right and put a bullet in me, just like you should’ve years ago.” Cruz’s voice cracked. “You don’t understand. I never wanted this. I searched for you, I prayed for you. You were my brother!” “I was your shadow,” his brother spat. “The mistake you left behind when you built a new life.”

Something about his words ignited my ego—and I liked it. I leaned in and kissed him first, slowly moving my hips. There was no hesitation in me… even though I knew this was wrong. “Ah—” “Look at you,” he whispered. I shut my eyes tight.Because if I looked at him… I might admit it. I was starting to enjoy this. “You like it, Olivia?” he pressed against me, forcing a louder moan out of me. God… I couldn’t stop. Damn it. I’m addicted. Addicted… to my own brother-in-law.

*** ~~~CHANCÉ~~~ *** I’ve sinned again. I got fucked by my best friend’s brother right beside her while she lay dead drunk and unconscious. What the hell is wrong with me? I toss onto my other side, and now my face is inches from Cortney’s. She sleeps so peacefully, completely unaware, while a vicious guilt gnaws at my insides like acid. So much for that self-help book. So much for swearing I’d stay away from River Dawson. So much for promising myself I’d heal before I ever saw him again.

Even his silence, which once felt charged and heavy, was just… absent now. And it shouldn’t have mattered. It shouldn’t have mattered to me. I told myself that every night. But it did. I caught myself listening for his footsteps when I climbed the stairs. I found myself searching the halls when classes let out, my chest tightening when I didn’t see him leaning against a wall like he used to. I didn’t ask Liam where his brother was. I couldn’t. Because what right did I have? Still, the ache was there, sharp and strange, like a bruise I didn’t remember earning.

More and more of my juices pulled out, coating his face as he worked my clit in relentless circles. I had to admit the truth to myself, entangling myself with not just one but two of my stepbrothers was unquestionably forbidden. The weight of the situation was heavy on my conscience, and I knew I was walking on a precarious path. It was a forbidden desire that I couldn’t easily untangle, no matter how much I told myself it was wrong.

When he finally agreed to drive me back to my parents' house, he was so wasted he couldn't even find his own car keys. That was when he had appeared. The eldest brother. The Alpha who had left the pack at eighteen to build a terrifying corporate empire in the human world before returning to claim his dominant status. Sterling Whitaker. No... not Sterling. Sterling was the boy who almost killed us. Sterling Whitaker was the brother who watched. Wait—no. Sterling Whitak— I shook my head violently, the cold wind biting my cheeks. Sterling was the boy. His brother was the monster.

I said through gritted teeth, “... You made me think that you were interested in me, you fed me with crumbs leading to the altar so that I could cover up for your little affair, that's very different from being a supportive best friend.” He backpedaled but only slightly, “Okay I'll be honest, I knew you had a crush on me…and I knew you might not be thrilled about Lucia…” he stretched his hand over the table as a famous trying to hold mine but I had them crossed over my chest with no intention of moving them anytime soon. “But you have to understand…” he still tried to protest, “I never meant to hurt you,”

~~Indigo~~ It had been three days since that morning. Three days since I found out what it meant to both hate myself and crave the same person all over again. Just a while ago, I craved Braxton and now, I felt like I was craving the wrong brother but still, a part of me ached for the one who I couldn't have. The truth? I felt alive and dead at the same time. Alive because sex with Slade was— Oh God—it was something else. But dead because every time I saw Braxton, the guilt from that morning weighed heavily on me like a boulder, soul crushing and painful.

Chloe went quiet for a long second. “Bronte… is this about your stepdad?” My silence was answer enough. “Oh my God,” she breathed. “Are you serious right now?” “I know how it sounds,” I said quickly, voice cracking. “But you don’t understand. The way he touches me… the way he controls me… I’ve never felt anything like it.” Chloe let out a long breath. “Okay. Okay, breathe. Are you safe? Is he hurting you?” “No. Not like that.” I closed my eyes. “But I think I’m addicted, Chlo and Jake keeps texting me. He knows something’s wrong. I don’t know what to do.”

Pushing the two fingers deep inside me, I arched my back in the pleasure, eyes shut and body appreciating the pleasure that ran through my body. I had missed this pleasure already and it made me wonder, how would it be like if I decided to take the option of leaving. Made me wonder how badly I would crave this pleasure and even wilder pleasure if I left this place. And I hated to admit it, but how badly I would miss the Draxton brothers themselves if I left here. It wasn't just this pleasure that I would miss, that I would desire and crave almost desperately. I would also miss, desire and crave the both of them in their plainest forms.