Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 60378 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 302(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60378 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 302(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
“It’s still worth a try,” Anthony said, his piercing gaze still fixed unnervingly on him. It would’ve creeped Michael out if his body didn’t like being the focus of Anthony’s attention so much. Gods, this was so messed up.
“Do you have any better ideas?” Anthony said. “You know it can’t keep going like that.”
Michael moistened his lips with his tongue and watched Anthony’s eyes follow the movement. He nearly laughed, wondering if Anthony even realized. It really couldn’t go on like that. People were going to notice if they kept behaving this way, caught in each other’s orbits against their better judgment.
“All right,” Michael said, and winced as Anthony’s scent flared, making him feel a little lightheaded. “But there will be rules and boundaries, Ant.”
Anthony nodded, his body tense, as if ready to snap into action.
“It will be on my terms, not yours,” Michael said. “You will not get to boss me around and humiliate me. I’m an alpha too, and you will treat me with respect. Just because you—just because you get to be the one on top, it doesn’t mean you can act like I’m your cock-dumb little bitch who wants to be handled like a wet hole for your knot.”
“That’s awfully specific,” Anthony said, his gaze carefully blank.
Michael fought a blush, hating him and hating the part of him that wanted to be treated exactly like that. It was just his body, not him. He didn’t want that. Alphas didn’t—couldn’t—want that.
He got to his feet, leveling Anthony with a hard look. “If we’re doing this, it will be on my terms,” he repeated. “You will not overstep. You will not treat me like someone lesser. And you most definitely will not bite me again. Is that understood?”
A muscle jumped by Anthony’s temple, his scent thickening. He clearly didn’t appreciate being given orders. Michael wouldn’t have appreciated his tone, either.
But to his surprise, Anthony just gave a clipped nod and got to his feet. “Lead the way.”
Michael stared at him, his heart jumping to his throat. “You want to do it now?”
“What’s the point in waiting?” Anthony said dismissively. “The sooner we do it, the sooner we move on.”
He did have a point.
“All right,” Michael said, striding toward the door. “Let’s go.”
He felt incredibly aware of his body as they walked to his bedroom. But not as aware as he was of Anthony’s body.
Fuck, he couldn’t believe they were really going to do it: have sex. For real. Of their own volition.
“Undress and get on the bed,” Michael said harshly the moment the door of his bedroom closed after them.
Anthony’s shoulders stiffened, his narrowed eyes meeting his.
Michael stared him down. “On my terms, Anthony. You’ll get to stick your cock in me, but I’ll be on top.” His face felt far too warm. “I’ll ride you.”
Anthony’s nostrils flared. His jaw tense, he undressed jerkily until he was completely naked.
Michael swallowed, trying not to stare, but his eyes trailed greedily over the powerful shoulders and chest, over those hard abs and the thick cock between muscular thighs. Fuck, why was it so arousing? Anthony looked every inch the quintessential alpha. It should have been repulsive. But the sight of that thick, hard cock made Michael’s hole clench instinctively, eager to be filled.
“Get on the bed,” he said hoarsely, hoping he didn’t sound as turned on as he felt.
Anthony’s scent thickened in response to yet another order, but after a moment, he did as he was told, stretching out on Michael’s bed in all his naked glory, his erection nearly touching his stomach. Michael’s mouth watered just from looking at it.
Trying to look nonchalant, Michael undressed. He was actually very far from being nonchalant. He was shaking with a horrible mix of overwhelming arousal and shame. Anthony’s heavy gaze on his naked body didn’t help, either.
Michael didn’t suffer from false modesty. He knew he was very handsome—a very handsome alpha. He looked nothing like omegas: too tall, too muscular, too strong. But judging by Anthony’s cock, he wasn’t turned off by that. It was rock hard. And so damn big. Gods, he remembered how good it had felt inside him.
Grabbing lube from the drawer, Michael straddled Anthony’s thighs.
Their eyes met.
Fuck, they really were doing this.
Licking his dry lips, Michael squeezed some lube into his hand and grabbed Anthony’s cock. So firm and thick. So warm. So real. Nothing like his dildos.
He slicked up Anthony’s cock generously before reluctantly letting go and reaching behind himself and shoving two fingers into his hole.
Michael bit the inside of his cheek, breathing unsteadily as he quickly prepped himself. He didn’t really need much prep these days, but Anthony was watching. He couldn’t exactly let him know how used to it his hole was. His alpha pride wouldn’t let him. It was one thing for Anthony to know that he was into being fucked these days; it was completely another if he found out how much of a cockslut he was.