Stepbrother's Secret

by Anna Wineheart

  “I’m yours,” Olivier admitted. “If you’ll have me.”

  Eric’s smile lit his entire face. He leaned in, capturing Olivier’s lips in a scorching kiss. His tongue was still bitter with Olivier’s come; Eric slipped it between Olivier’s lips, tasting him thoroughly.

  Heat slipped through Olivier’s body. He opened for Eric, groaning when Eric nudged his knees open, grinding their cocks lightly together.

  “All mine,” Eric said, brushing his mouth over Olivier’s tender lips.

  And he dragged his wrist across Olivier’s forehead, leaving cedar on Olivier’s skin. But that wasn’t all—Eric traced his wrists over Ollie’s swollen cheeks, along his jaw and down his neck. Then Eric marked his shoulders and arms, his chest and his belly.

  With each touch, he left more of himself on Olivier’s skin. Ollie’s nerves came alive, like they’d been touched by healing magic that made a wasteland flourish again.

  Eric followed those caresses with his mouth. He dropped kisses down Ollie’s throat, right over his scent gland. Then he kissed over Ollie’s heart, and further down, to the swell of Olivier’s belly.

  There, Eric paused. He met Olivier’s eyes, cradling the baby bump with both his hands.

  “I want to raise a family with you,” Eric growled.

  Their gazes still locked, Eric caressed Olivier’s belly, slow and purposeful, every kiss a wordless promise of I love you.

  Ollie’s throat grew tight. He blurted, “Love you, too.”

  And Eric’s gaze burned down his body, hot and appreciative.

  He pushed Ollie’s legs further apart. Kissed his hips, his sensitive inner thighs, his teeth sharp points on Olivier’s skin. Ollie gasped, his cock jerking. Eric’s musk rolled through the air.

  “Gonna fill you up with my cock,” Eric whispered, kissing down to Olivier’s ankles. Then he pushed Ollie’s knees up toward his chest, leaving Ollie’s hole exposed, Ollie’s balls drawing tight.

  “Now?” Olivier croaked, reaching down to spread his ass.

  Eric’s breath punched out of him. His stare razed down Ollie’s body, and he licked his lips, covering Ollie’s hands with his own.

  Then Eric said, “Maybe,” and he smirked.

  Instead of teasing Ollie’s hole with his cock, Eric leaned in, taking Olivier’s dripping tip into his mouth.

  There, he gave Ollie a wet, lewd kiss, slipping his tongue past Olivier’s foreskin, licking around where he’d cleaned with the terrycloth.

  Olivier jerked, winding his fingers through Eric’s hair. He wanted more. Wanted to come again. Eric’s tongue was magic, teasing him with slow, languid strokes, before flicking against his sensitive piss-slit. Olivier gasped; Eric smiled, and took Ollie’s entire cock into his mouth.

  Olivier panted. Eric leaned over him, his dark eyes watching as he flicked Olivier’s slit over and over, and then dragged his foreskin down, tormenting Ollie with every silky slide of his mouth.

  “Eric,” Olivier panted, his legs trembling with pleasure.

  “Mine,” Eric growled, releasing Ollie’s cock. It glistened with his spit; Eric kissed down its length, nosing at Ollie’s sac. Then he took that into his hot mouth, too. Olivier writhed beneath him.

  “More,” Ollie pleaded.

  Eric let Olivier’s balls slip out of his mouth; cool air brushed Ollie’s skin. “More tickles?”

  “I want you to fuck me,” Olivier growled, relaxing his hole.

  And Eric’s attention fell to Olivier’s entrance. He licked his damp lips, cupping Ollie’s ass with a hot, steady hand. “How do you want me to fuck you?”

  Then he brushed his thumb lightly over Ollie’s hole, just a faint touch. Pleasure skittered through Olivier’s nerves. A sound fell from his mouth.

  “Make that sound again,” Eric murmured, circling Ollie’s hole with his thumb.

  Olivier didn’t know what he was talking about. Just focused on Eric’s thumb, the way it almost dipped inside him, the way it pressed against his hole, acutely aware of where Olivier needed to be filled.

  “That’s it,” Eric said, his smile hungry. He dipped his head, spread Ollie’s cheeks wide, and pressed a kiss right on Olivier’s hole.

  Ollie groaned, his face burning. “Eric!”

  But Eric only pushed his tongue into Ollie. There wasn’t even a warning. Just a soft touch that spread him open, and Eric was tasting him inside again. Olivier panted, his cock leaking onto his belly, his toes curling.

  Eric thrust his tongue into Ollie, over and over, until Olivier sobbed with need, tugging on Eric’s hair because he wanted his alpha inside now.

  “Fuck me with your cock,” Ollie growled.

  Eric lifted his head, his eyes glinting with appreciation. “Yeah?”

  “I want you to fill me up,” Ollie continued, his cheeks burning when Eric’s smile grew. “I want your cock marking me everywhere inside. I want to be yours right now, damn it!”

  Eric rumbled. When he sat up, Ollie found Eric’s cock smeared with precome, thick and dark, needing to be buried inside. Eric dragged his wrist down his cock, covering it with cedar. “Gonna mark you inside, too.”

  Ollie’s hole squeezed.

  Then Eric was upon him, pinning Ollie’s thighs open, rubbing his heavy cock up against Ollie’s, his chest rising with each hungry breath.

  “Want this inside?” Eric rasped, squeezing their cocks together in his fist. He thrust lightly, a demanding, slick weight against Ollie’s cock. Ollie stopped breathing. “Gonna give you another baby, Ollie.”

  Somehow, that only made Olivier wetter. “Yes, please.”

  Eric’s pupils blew wide. He pushed two fingers into Ollie’s hole, swirling them around inside. When he pulled them out, slick glistened on them. Eric smeared that down his cock, prepping himself. He wasn’t going slow this time.

  Ollie’s breath rushed out of him. He squirmed around onto all fours, pushing his hips up at Eric so there was no doubt what he wanted.

  Eric grabbed his hips and slid his entire cock up against Olivier’s hole, base to tip. Then he pressed his blunt tip to Ollie’s entrance, and it was the moment Ollie had been waiting for all week.

  Eric thrust inside, every single inch lighting up Olivier’s nerves. Ollie cried out. He stretched around his alpha, his body singing with pleasure.

  “Fuck,” Eric growled, his hips rocking against Ollie’s, his balls tight with come. Ollie panted. Couldn’t think. Just focused on Eric’s length inside him, hot and heavy and thick, grinding against Olivier’s prostate.

  “More,” he panted.

  With every stroke, Eric pleasured Olivier’s insides, grinding up against his needy prostate, yanking a gasp from Ollie’s throat. Ollie couldn’t breathe. Just fucked himself on Eric until Eric growled, pinning his shoulders down against the bed, stroking Olivier’s belly with one hand.

  Then he fucked into Olivier, deep and hard and fast, and Ollie closed his eyes to savor his alpha inside him, leaving his mark, Eric about to release his seed and claim Ollie thoroughly inside.

  “Please,” Ollie sobbed.

  “Mine,” Eric whispered, his breaths ragged, his chest heaving as he held Olivier to himself, his cock swelling even larger. “Can’t—Can’t hold on.”

  “Yours,” Ollie gasped, offering his entire self to his alpha.

  Eric claimed him. He pressed hard against Ollie’s prostate, and the pressure in Olivier’s body released like a broken dam, flooding through his nerves, his limbs, his mind.

  Ollie came with a ragged cry, his cock pulsing, his body clenching. He couldn’t breathe, could only ride the flood of pleasure as it washed away all his thoughts.

  There was just him and his alpha, Eric’s grip tightening as his breathing stuttered. Then he came, too, deep inside Ollie, his arms coming to wrap around Ollie as he leaned forward, spent with their mating.

  Eric rolled them onto their sides, his knot growing inside Olivier’s body, his own breathing a mess.

  Olivier drifted in
and out of a doze, utterly relaxed, safe once more in his alpha’s arms.

  It was only when Eric stroked his belly, when his knot had fully swelled and locked them together, that Eric murmured, “Missed me?”

  Olivier chuckled softly. “You think?”

  “I want to hear it from your lips.”

  “I did. I missed you with all my heart, Eric.”

  Eric rumbled, hugging Ollie against his sweaty chest. He stroked down Ollie’s arm, coming to linger on Olivier’s wrist, where his scent gland was. The only one Eric had left unmarked.

  Ollie’s heart skipped a beat. And Eric whispered, “Okay if I mark you again?”

  Eric really did want him back. His heart swelling, Olivier whispered, “Yes. I’d love for you to.”

  Eric growled. Then he shuffled behind Olivier, sitting up.

  Olivier frowned. “What’re you doing?”

  “I want to see your face when I mark you.”

  “My puffy face?”

  “Your beautiful face.”

  Olivier blushed, looking away. His gaze honest, Eric shifted them both around, his knot tugging pleasantly inside Olivier’s body. Ollie tried to help, but it became a tangle of bumping limps.

  Eric grinned. “You’d think, with two brains and eight limbs, we’d be coordinating a lot better.”

  “Maybe when we practice walking like a crab,” Olivier answered. “We should try that sometime. Jenn might want to learn it, too. We’ll win the family crab-walk.”

  Ollie had been uncertain about mentioning Jenn. But Eric only laughed, leaning in to blow a raspberry against Ollie’s side. “Yup, we’ll definitely be the crab-walking champions,” Eric said.

  Olivier couldn’t help smiling. Eric was accepting him back into the family again.

  When they finally had Eric sitting up and Ollie on his back, their bodies still joined, Eric caught Olivier’s wrist. “Are you ready?”

  It was permanent this time. Olivier curled his fingers around Eric’s wrist, touching his scent gland. He’d never dared to before. “Are you?”

  Eric’s eyes sparkled with delight. “Hell, yeah, I am.”

  “You want to do it together?” Ollie asked.

  Eric’s grin widened. “Sure.”

  Olivier held his wrist to Eric’s face, at the same time Eric took his hand. Then Ollie nuzzled his alpha’s palm, sniffing down to where the cedar scent was strongest.

  Eric bit lightly on Ollie’s wrist, the points of his teeth scraping against Ollie’s scent gland. Ollie gasped.

  “On the count of three,” Eric murmured.

  “Okay,” Ollie breathed, unable to tear his eyes off Eric. Eric, who was smiling against Ollie’s skin, strong and beautiful, his eyes filled with love.

  “One, two, three,” Eric said.

  Then he bit into Ollie’s wrist, his teeth breaking skin. Pain and pleasure twisted into Ollie’s body; he panted, his cock jerking. And there, on his wrist, was a set of teeth marks from Eric—a promise from Eric, that he’d always be there.

  Olivier was Eric’s again. Eric would accept him regardless of anything.

  And Ollie had missed the countdown because he’d been so distracted by his alpha.

  “Ollie!” Eric frowned, but he was smiling, too. “Are you gonna bite me, or not?”

  “I—I was distracted,” Ollie said with his throat tight. “Can I still...?”

  “Yeah,” Eric rumbled, kissing his new bonding mark. “Bite me.”

  Eric was Olivier’s stepbrother, but he was Ollie’s alpha, too. And Ollie wanted this alpha as his own, so very much.

  He sank his teeth into Eric’s wrist, hard as he could. He barely broke skin, and there was the faintest whiff of blood. But Eric’s eyes darkened and he gasped, his chest heaving. Ollie knew Eric had felt that same mix of pain and pleasure, the same sense of belonging.

  He was Olivier’s now.

  “Damn, Ollie,” Eric growled, his breathing uneven. “Holy fuck.”

  Eric wore a mark on his neck from Alice. But to know that Ollie had left his own marking on Eric’s wrist, to know that Eric wanted it... That meant a lot.

  Eric pressed Ollie against the mattress, dropping kisses all over his face.

  “I love you,” Eric whispered. “Wanted to be yours for so long. Can’t believe you finally marked me.”

  Ollie’s throat grew tight. He wet his lips, tearing up when Eric pressed a slow, sweet kiss to his mouth.

  “Don’t cry,” Eric murmured, brushing his tears away. “Did I hurt you?”

  Ollie shook his head. “I’m just—just happy,” he croaked. “To finally be yours.”

  Eric smiled, his eyes glittering with tears, too. As he pressed their foreheads together, Olivier couldn’t help reaching up, just running his fingers through Eric’s hair, savoring the alpha that was finally his.

  “I love you,” Eric murmured, his tear dripping into Olivier’s eye.

  It was more of a surprise than it was pain. Ollie flinched. “Augh! My eye!”

  “I’m sorry!” Eric grimaced, grabbing a tissue to dab at Olivier’s eye. “Didn’t mean to share that with you.”

  Olivier coughed. “Just every other body fluid, right?”

  Eric grinned, and Ollie grabbed his alpha by the head, hauling him down for a kiss. Just because he could.

  Eric returned the kiss fervently, wrapping himself around Ollie like a protective beast. “Mine,” Eric growled. “All mine.”

  Ollie really was his now. And maybe Ollie could believe that Eric’s love was his to cherish. With their bonding, with the love and tenderness that Eric treated him with... Eric really did want Olivier around.

  “I love you,” Ollie whispered, his heart full. “Tear-dripping and raspberry-blowing and everything. I’ve loved you forever, Eric.”

  Eric laughed softly, slipping his fingers through Ollie’s hair. “Only took us a few years to get here, didn’t it?”

  “A great many years,” Ollie said, wincing. “Sorry.”

  “It’s not too late.” Eric nuzzled Ollie’s jaw. “Is it okay if... if Jenn and I move in with you again? I’m sorry for throwing a fit and moving out.”

  Olivier’s heart lifted. “I’d love if you returned. Please.”

  Eric broke into a smile, relieved and warmer than before. “Thank you.”

  “Thank you. For loving me,” Olivier answered. “For putting up with me, and being patient.”

  “Didn’t take much at all.” Eric slid his hand over Ollie’s belly, kissing him again. “You’ve always felt right. And now you’re mine.”

  Ollie closed his eyes, ever so grateful for his alpha.

  If the rest of his life would fall into place so perfectly, well... That would be something like a dream come true.

  35

  Olivier

  They talked about the elephant in the room an hour later, when there was no more putting it off.

  “About the shop,” Eric said, wincing. “Have you decided what you’ll do now?”

  Olivier squirmed. “I was planning to sell everything and move elsewhere. There’s just... no way I can compete with Total Sounds, Eric. The ads are so overwhelming.”

  Eric grimaced. “I saw. I just... damn. Wish I was back at Total Sounds, you know? So there’s some way I can help you out.”

  “It wouldn’t last, anyway.” Olivier gave a bittersweet smile. “You really shouldn’t have helped me in the first place. It just prolonged the inevitable.”

  “I shouldn’t have brought the business here,” Eric muttered, his eyes darkening. “But then I wouldn’t have met you, either.”

  Olivier smiled wryly. “Maybe it was bound to happen, anyway.”

  Eric sighed, his breath puffing in Ollie’s hair. “Maybe we need to look at it a different way. I have some savings left. You wanna give the shop a bit of a makeover?”

  “Not with the rest of your savings!” Olivier cringed. “That’s too much risk, Eric. It’ll be better if I just... tried for a desk job.”

&
nbsp; “But Ollie’s Strings is your pride and joy.” Eric took Olivier’s hand, kissing his knuckles. “And... it’s a bit of our history too, isn’t it? From when you stopped singing.”

  It was. Olivier sagged, resigned. He was six months pregnant, and his pride didn’t matter anymore—not with the baby coming. “It might be easier if I got a stable job first. Raise the children, and maybe in the future... I can open another shop again.”

  Eric sighed, nuzzling Olivier’s ear. “If my new job works out...”

  Ollie’s phone buzzed. He jumped, turning to look around the bedroom for it.

  Eric handed it over with a wry smile. “Speak of the devil.”

  Olivier sighed, taking the call. Wasn’t hoping for much. “Levi?”

  The background sound almost drowned out Levi’s voice. “Ollie! I called earlier but you weren’t picking up. You won’t believe what just happened. A whole crowd of people just came in! They’re buying all the things at full price. Brad convinced them to somehow. We’ve even sold three violins.”

  “What?” Ollie said, meeting Eric’s eyes. “You’re kidding.”

  “I’m not. See you later. I’ve got to get back to the register.”

  Levi hung up on him. Olivier stared at his phone, Levi’s words ringing in his ears. When Eric raised his eyebrows, Ollie said, “There’s people at the store. They’re buying things at full price.”

  Eric’s eyebrows crawled up his forehead. “How?”

  “I don’t know.” Ollie checked his phone, finding a text message from Brad.

  Posted a pic of your closing down sale on the local music Facebook group. They’re pretty outraged at the store closure. I’m sending them your way.

  Eric looked over his shoulder, huffing. “Haven’t tried that yet. See, Ollie, people love you. It isn’t just me.”

  Eric looked at him with such certainty, that Ollie’s heart fluttered. “We should go back to the store. Just to see.”

  “I’m driving,” Eric said.

  They were at Olivier’s Strings twenty minutes later, Eric parking in the back because the lots out front were all full. When Ollie stepped into his store, he found it packed.

  “Thanks for coming back,” Levi said, disheveled. “I just had to fetch a new box of strings from the backroom. Could you take over for a bit? I need to pee.”