Omega's Stepbrother

by Anna Wineheart

“Damn you. You know we can’t—”

  Raph kissed him. Unlike the moments they’d spent at the office, this kiss was slow, languid, Raph’s tongue slipping along Wyatt’s lips. Then he eased into Wyatt’s mouth, damp and soft, and Wyatt groaned, dragging him closer. Raph tasted like wine, like a hint of soup, and they shouldn’t be doing this again.

  “We’re stepbrothers,” Wyatt whispered against his lips.

  Raph leaned back, his eyes dark, his body a solid, comfortable weight. “Just for tonight... be my omega.”

  Wyatt’s breath rushed out of him. Through the years of raising his daughter, he hadn’t met an alpha he could readily trust. There hadn’t been anyone else he wanted in his life. And Raph had walked back in during Wyatt’s heat, had touched him and fucked him, and his hands had been bliss on Wyatt’s skin.

  To be Raph’s omega... To let Raph touch his entire body...

  Raph pressed soft kisses up his jaw, nipping at his earlobe. “You want my knot. I saw you looking at it.”

  Wyatt’s hole squeezed. Yes, he did. And he could already imagine Raph stretching him open, holding him, playing Wyatt’s body like he did his violin.

  Wyatt trembled, his cock so hard it ached. “Not—not out here.”

  “Your bed,” Raph whispered, slipping his fingers between Wyatt’s legs. He squeezed Wyatt through the denim, a firm, knowing pressure. “Gonna fuck you until you scream.”

  Wyatt’s throat went dry. “Can’t—can’t wake Hazel.”

  “That’s on you.” Raph’s lips brushed his. “You’re gonna have to keep your voice down.”

  Wyatt groaned. Raph scooped him up into his arms, pressing their hips together, his cock a hard line behind his pants. And Wyatt couldn’t find it in himself to say no.

  9

  Wyatt

  With one hand supporting Wyatt’s ass, Raph walked them into the master bedroom, shut the door, and locked it with a quiet click. And that thrust them into complete darkness, Raph’s face lost in the inky shadows.

  “Lights?” Raph whispered.

  “No. I want to feel every inch of you.”

  Raph growled. And Wyatt threaded his fingers through Raph’s hair, kissed him hard, sliding past his lips. This should be the way Wyatt had his liquor now—licking remnants off Raph’s skin, searching for it in the intimacy of his mouth.

  Raph padded over to the bed, lowered Wyatt to the mattress. Wyatt kept his legs around Raph’s hips, shoving his hand down between them, squeezing Raph’s cock through his pants. Raph was hard, big, as thick as Wyatt remembered. It would feel bigger inside him. A whine slipped from his throat. “You know where the bed is?”

  “I looked in here earlier.” Raph leaned in, his breath sighing across Wyatt’s throat. Then his kissed down Wyatt’s neck, little sucking kisses that went straight between Wyatt’s legs. “Just in case you wanted a little something.”

  “I want a big something.” Wyatt found the edge of the bed with his feet, pushing himself up, fitting the curve of his body against Raph’s. Then he ground up, and Raph hissed. “I want it all over me.”

  “On your face?” Raph’s voice rumbled between them.

  “I’d nuzzle it. Suck it. Fuck, Raph, I’d worship your cock like there’s no tomorrow.”

  Raph’s breath rushed out of him, loud in the darkness of the room. “Fuck.”

  “I want to be your omega.” Wyatt found the smooth, hard buckle of Raph’s belt, tugged until the leather gave and fell loose. The rough, stamped button of his jeans eased out through the eyehole, and the zipper rasped.

  And Raph’s cock pushed out at him, hot behind his boxers, a patch of damp fabric at its tip. Wyatt took it in hand, slid his fingertips down the ridge of his cock. Raph’s balls were tight, ready to press against Wyatt’s ass, fill him up with come.

  “Gods,” Wyatt breathed. He was pregnant. And so they could go without condoms. “I want you to fill me with your come. Knot inside me.”

  Raph groaned, pressing his face into Wyatt’s shoulder. He drove his cock into Wyatt’s hand, hips bucking, his body taut with need. “You hear yourself, Wy? ‘Cuz I need to fuck you right now, and I don’t want this to end too soon.”

  “I hear you,” Wyatt whispered, slipping his fingers into Raph’s boxers. He followed the smooth skin of Raph’s abdomen down to his cock, shivering when Raph’s tip smeared slippery precome against his palm. Wyatt squeezed him, rolled his thumb over Raph’s head, just to see how he’d react.

  Raph hissed. He held Wyatt’s hand against himself and fucked into his palm, his cock grinding hungrily against Wyatt’s skin. Hot need seared between Wyatt’s legs.

  “This is how much I want you.” Raph’s breath caught against Wyatt’s neck. Then hips snapped forward, smearing precome across Wyatt’s skin. He was thick, heavy. “Gonna fit this inside you. All of it.”

  Wyatt shuddered, his body aching. “It doesn’t mean anything if you aren’t... aren’t pounding deep.”

  “That what you want?” Raph dragged his tongue over Wyatt’s scent gland, leaving a wet trail on his skin. Then he closed his lips around the gland, sucked, and pleasure jolted down Wyatt’s body, made his hips snap up.

  “F-fuck, Raph.”

  “Fuck you where?” Raph sucked on Wyatt’s sensitive skin, the sharp points of his teeth raking over his scent gland. If he bit down hard, he’d mark Wyatt as his bondmate, and Wyatt... liked the thought of that. Of being Raph’s mate, even if Raph was his brother. Raph nipped at his scent gland. “Answer me.”

  “Everywhere!” Wyatt panted, slipping his hand around Raph’s wrist. Then he shoved Raph’s hand down against his own covered cock, rocking into his palm. “Raph, please.”

  “You’re so damn hard.” With deft fingers, Raph undid Wyatt’s pants, dragging the zip down. Then he dug his fingers into Wyatt’s briefs, pulled his cock out, his calluses catching on Wyatt’s skin. Wyatt’s cock jerked into his hand. He moaned, pushing up at Raph, his body so tight he couldn’t stay still. “Stay down,” Raph said.

  He released Wyatt’s cock, caught his hip, and shoved him back against the mattress, pinning him so he couldn’t move. And a dark thrill shot down Wyatt’s spine, his cock leaking. “What if I don’t?”

  Raph chuckled, his hot palm dragging down the inside of Wyatt’s thigh, holding him open. “Then you’re gonna need a lesson.”

  The thought of Raph taking control, holding him, pleasuring him... It sent blood surging between Wyatt’s legs, made him throb. Were he with another alpha, he wouldn’t cede control. But with Raph... he trusted this man, this alpha. So he shoved Raph’s hand off his hip. Twisted around, and scrambled across the bed.

  Raph’s breath hissed in the darkness behind him. “You think you can run?”

  The next moment, the mattress dipped beside him. And a hot, strong arm slid around Wyatt’s ribs. It fell to his waist, hooked tight, and dragged him backward, until his back slammed against the solid wall of Raph’s body, and Raph shoved his cock up against Wyatt’s ass, thick and hungry. Wyatt shuddered.

  “You can’t hold me down,” he gasped, even as he rolled his ass against Raph’s hips. But with the denim between them, Raph wouldn’t feel the soft, inviting curves of Wyatt’s ass. So Wyatt pushed his jeans down, dragged his bare ass against Raph’s cock, so it pressed an indent into his skin.

  Raph swore, his hips snapping forward, grinding between Wyatt’s cheeks. “Damn straight I’ll hold you down.”

  “Try harder.”

  Wyatt scrambled, blindly grasping at the sheets as he yanked himself out of Raph’s arms, his cock catching against Raph’s elbow, shoving up against his skin. Raph groaned, grabbed at Wyatt’s pants, and yanked his briefs down, so his clothes dragged down his thighs, leaving his groin exposed. Cool air brushed his cock. Wyatt lunged forward.

  And Raph dragged his pants off his legs, knocking Wyatt’s knees out from beneath him. Wyatt hit the mattress with a gasp.

  In seconds, his pants and briefs hit the floor with a rustle. Rap
h climbed between Wyatt’s legs, pushed them apart. Wyatt’s breath fled his lungs. He climbed to his knees, feeling around for the edge of the mattress.

  They were on a queen-sized bed; there wasn’t plenty of space to move. Just as his fingers caught the edge, Raph’s hands closed around the tops of his thighs, dragged him backward. The position left Wyatt deliciously spread; Raph found his balls, squeezed, and the pressure sent a jolt up his body. Wyatt moaned.

  Raph pressed his face to Wyatt’s ass, his nose skimming up along his crack. Then his tongue flicked out damply against Wyatt’s cheek, and his breath rushed against Wyatt’s hole.

  “Gonna stay now?” Raph whispered, his warm fingers sliding up Wyatt’s cock, sending brief whispers of pleasure through his nerves.

  “Fuck no,” Wyatt whispered, shoving his cock against Raph’s fingers. The moment Raph released his balls, Wyatt followed the edge of the bed, lunging for the pillows.

  Raph snared him around the waist, his body crashing up against Wyatt’s, his cock shoving between Wyatt’s cheeks. The thin fabric of his boxers caught between them, but it didn’t hide the shape of Raph’s cock, the eager press of it. Wyatt groaned, ground back against him.

  Raph was big. Strong. He let Wyatt run just because he could, because it felt good to catch him, over and over. And Wyatt liked being caught. Liked having Raph try to tame him, showing Wyatt just how hard he was for him.

  “Gonna take my cock now?” Raph whispered, grinding against Wyatt’s hole.

  Wyatt trembled, his body aching for more. For Raph to pin him, stretch him open, fill him up. Except giving in would be too easy, wouldn’t it? “You’d have to make me.”

  A growl rumbled from Raph’s chest, vibrating into Wyatt’s back. He hauled Wyatt closer, so Wyatt’s thighs pressed against the coarse fabric of his jeans. Raph pushed Wyatt’s shirt up, pinched his nipples. And pleasure and pain shot down his spine, made him arch.

  “Let me feel you,” Wyatt groaned.

  “This isn’t enough?” Raph rutted up between his cheeks, the fabric of his boxers dragging against Wyatt’s damp hole.

  “No.”

  Raph leaned away from Wyatt for a moment. When he pressed close again, his cock was bare, his boxers bunched around his thighs. His cock slid silkily over Wyatt’s ass, nudging between his cheeks, spreading them with its thickness. It would feel so good inside. Wyatt’s breath shuddered out of him.

  “Do you yield?” Raph murmured.

  “No,” Wyatt hissed.

  Raph wound his fingers into Wyatt’s hair, gripping tight enough that Wyatt’s scalp prickled. With a light tug, Raph turned Wyatt around to face him, then pressed his face down low. Raph rolled his hips. The tip of his cock slid against Wyatt’s cheek, kissed his lips.

  In the dark, Wyatt couldn’t see Raph’s face, couldn’t tell what he looked like in this moment. But there was care in the firmness of his touch, the way Raph whispered, “Taste me.”

  Wyatt’s face burned. He leaned in, tracing the ridged underside of Raph’s cock with his tongue, licking all the way to his base. When he trailed kisses up to Raph’s tip, a drop of salty precome smeared across his tongue. Wyatt took Raph into his mouth, moaned when Raph pushed in, slow and careful.

  And maybe Raph had been giving him more care than he deserved. Wyatt wasn’t the best omega. He was used goods, and he had struggled through life, failing at things until he’d climbed out of the holes he’d dug. Raph needed better than that. Needed an omega who could give him all the attention he deserved.

  So Wyatt took Raph’s cock deep into his mouth, gagging when Raph hit the back of his throat. Tears sprang to his eyes. He didn’t deserve to feel comfortable.

  “Didn’t say you could do that.” Raph slid partway out of his mouth, rough fingers caressing Wyatt’s cheek. “C’mon. Don’t force yourself.”

  Wyatt shoved himself down on Raph’s cock anyway, trying to take him deeper, choking when Raph’s thick tip blocked his airway. Wyatt gulped, and tried again, took Raph down his throat. His lungs burned.

  Raph released his hair. Grasped Wyatt’s head lightly with both hands, and pulled him off. Wyatt gasped for breath, his cock still aching.

  “Wy,” Raph whispered, his thumbs brushing Wyatt’s tears away. “I don’t need you to do that.”

  And he pulled Wyatt up, brushing their lips together, his warm breath caressing Wyatt’s cheek.

  “You okay?” Raph asked against his mouth. He slipped his hand between them, over Wyatt’s chest, down his abdomen, to his cock.

  “Yeah,” Wyatt breathed. He was the worst, doing this with his stepbrother. But Raph squeezed his cock, stroked him so pleasure jolted through his thoughts. Wyatt gasped and jerked into his hand, those terrible words fleeing his mind. “Raph—”

  He was still hard. Maybe Raph should’ve shamed him, and Wyatt would’ve come from that alone. But Raph scooped Wyatt up in his arms, easing him back onto the bed, resting Wyatt’s head on the pillows.

  He ran his fingers through Wyatt’s hair, rubbing slow, careful strokes into his scalp. Then he pressed soft kisses down Wyatt’s throat, his clavicles, his stomach, to where his cock strained between them, thick and far too sensitive.

  Raph kissed his tip. Then he took Wyatt’s cock into his mouth, slow and certain, and swirled his tongue around Wyatt’s head, kissing Wyatt just as intimately as he did his lips. Wyatt groaned, leaking onto his tongue, his balls drawing up tight.

  With firm fingers, Raph spread Wyatt’s thighs, then his cheeks, exposing his hole. He pressed a kiss just to the side of Wyatt’s entrance, blew over it, his warm breath touching the deepest crevices of Wyatt’s body. Wyatt squirmed. “Raph—”

  “Shh.” Raph kicked his pants off, crawled back up. When he fitted his body to Wyatt’s, his skin slid like hot silk against Wyatt’s limbs.

  “Tonight, I’m your alpha.” Raph’s voice was soft between them, like a secret in the dark.

  “My alpha,” Wyatt answered, groaning when Raph caught his knees, spread his thighs open so his hole lay exposed, damp and ready. “I want your knot.”

  Raph groaned. He fitted himself between Wyatt’s legs, rubbing their cocks together for a heartbeat. Then he climbed closer, so his thighs bumped into Wyatt’s ass, the point of his cock dragging damp against Wyatt’s skin. “Gonna take me inside?”

  “Please.”

  And Raph sank into him in one smooth stroke, sliding home, until his balls tapped Wyatt lightly on the ass. He was big inside, thick and hot and solid. Wyatt stopped breathing. Raph began to move, slow, easy strokes that lit all his nerves.

  “I need—” Wyatt gasped, sliding his hands down Raph’s chest. Raph leaned in, slid in deep, his cock grinding against Wyatt’s prostate. Pleasure sizzled down his nerves. “Need—fuck!”

  “Gonna need you to keep quiet,” Raph whispered. “Don’t scream.”

  He thrust into Wyatt, and for a breathless moment, Wyatt couldn’t think. “I-I—Fuck, Raph.”

  “Shh.” Raph thrust into him again. Wyatt’s breath punched out of his lungs; he panted, whimpering, his nails digging into Raph’s sides.

  “Raph—Raph, I...”

  Raph pressed his palm over Wyatt’s mouth, and fucked in hard. Wyatt choked, his nails scraping against the sheets, his body wound tight. “I need you to keep quiet,” Raph said slowly, his breathing ragged, “or you’re gonna wake your kid.”

  Your kid wound into the parts of Wyatt’s mind that were still intact. He struggled to hold on to it, whining into Raph’s hand when Raph slid in again.

  “Wy,” Raph said.

  “I know,” Wyatt gasped, biting down hard on Raph’s hand. And Raph snapped his hips, his cock grinding right up against Wyatt’s prostate. Wyatt saw stars; his breath shuddered out of him.

  Raph increased his pace, leaning in close. His chest dragged hot and damp against Wyatt’s. Their hips crashed together. With every thrust, Wyatt’s cock ached, his nerves overloading, his body shaking with the tension inside him. />
  “Raph,” he gasped. Raph hit his prostate, and Wyatt choked down his scream.

  “Gonna come,” Raph panted, his thrusts growing feverish. He smelled like heavy musk, and he buried his face in Wyatt’s shoulder, his lips catching on Wyatt’s scent gland.

  Then his teeth dragged against Wyatt’s skin, as though he would bite, mark Wyatt as his bondmate.

  Raph would make me his. The thought slid into Wyatt’s mind, flung him over the edge. Pleasure sluiced through him, white-hot, and Wyatt tensed, his body clenching, his nails dragging down Raph’s back. Raph swore; his hips stuttered, and his teeth sank into Wyatt’s skin hard, a prick of pain that ripped a second wave of pleasure through Wyatt’s nerves.

  Wyatt came, and came, and the bliss that rocked through his body felt like it would never end.

  Raph held him for a long moment, his teeth disengaging from Wyatt’s shoulder. Wyatt flopped back against the pillows, floating on a cloud, his mind a haze of satisfied, blissful emptiness.

  “Fuck,” Raph whispered, pressing his forehead against Wyatt’s shoulder, his arms curving tight around Wyatt’s back. “Gods. I don’t... don’t think I’ve done that with anyone before. That was fucking intense.”

  Wyatt hummed his agreement, his thoughts swimming somewhere in the stratosphere. Raph’s knot grew inside him, a wide, heavy weight that stretched him inside, locked their bodies together, sending a hum of pleasure through Wyatt’s limbs. He groaned, hooking his legs around Raph’s waist, trying to drag him closer. “So good. You bit me and I came forever.”

  “I...” Raph sucked in a deep breath, his fingers squeezing against Wyatt’s shoulder. “Wait. I bit you.”

  “Yeah. Right on... on the scar.”

  The alarm bells at the back of his mind grew louder, drowning out his thoughts.

  “Shit.” Raph fumbled with something to the side, pressing close to Wyatt, his knot pushing deeper into Wyatt’s body. Wyatt groaned and shuddered.

  Things scraped on the bedside table. The light came on, golden-bright and stinging. Wyatt squeezed his eyes shut, whimpering. “Ugh, stop that.”