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)
But he couldn’t.
Groaning in defeat, he leaned back against the couch and touched his hole through his pants. He ground against his hand to ease the ache inside. It didn’t work, not when Anthony’s scent was still lingering on his shoulder. Growling in frustration, Michael kicked off his pants and underwear—he couldn’t afford to get them ruined at a party. When his hand finally touched his bare hole, he moaned. Fuck—
The door opened.
Anthony stood in the doorway, staring at him with wild, darkened eyes.
Michael froze.
The moment stretched.
Anthony shut the door and walked forward, like a predator approaching its prey.
Michael’s mouth was dry, but his hole was soaking wet and was only getting wetter the closer Anthony came.
Slowly, moving as if spellbound, Anthony sank to his knees before him and pushed Michael’s legs open, staring at his hole. “Fuck. You’re so...” Leaning in, he licked his cunt lewdly.
Michael keened, grabbing Anthony’s head. “Ant... No—we can’t—not here...”
Anthony ignored him. He ate him out as if Michael were a feast and he were a starved man, his tongue relentless, delving deeper and deeper into his hole until Michael was sobbing and begging him for more.
Before long, he was riding Anthony’s face like a slut, biting his own hand to muffle his noises. They were at a party. Anyone could come across them and see him with Anthony’s tongue in his omega cunt. But the danger of being caught only sharpened his arousal. “Please, please—ahhh!” He arched and came with a cry, grinding his hole against Anthony’s mouth. So fucking good.
But Anthony didn’t stop. He kept going, licking him over and over, and, to his disbelief, Michael found himself moving his hips and rapidly approaching another orgasm. That had never happened to him before. He came again, Anthony’s name the only coherent sound on his lips.
He panted dazedly as Anthony got to his feet and jerked his own fly open, pulling out his hard cock. Michael’s hole squeezed around nothing as he watched Anthony jerk himself off roughly. He came after barely ten strokes, and Michael felt a rush of vicious satisfaction—it was proof that eating him out had turned Anthony on that much.
The murmur of voices in the hall jolted him out of his pleasure-drunk daze. Grabbing his clothes and trying not to panic, Michael quickly dressed.
“You still smell like an alpha.”
Michael walked to the window and opened it, letting fresh air into the room. “Hugh gave me an alpha implant,” he said, running his hand through his hair. He hoped he sounded nonchalant and not at all like he’d just been eaten out of his mind. To make matters worse, there was still an unsatisfied ache deep inside of him that craved Anthony’s cock despite the two amazing orgasms he’d just had.
Anthony made a humming sound. “So you’re going to keep pretending to be an alpha.”
Frowning, Michael turned around and narrowed his eyes at him. “There’s no pretending. I am an alpha.” He hoped he sounded more convinced of it than he felt.
Anthony’s eyes were soft. Knowing. “Of course,” he said. “You were born an alpha, after all.”
Michael tried to ignore the unsettling feeling in his stomach. Why didn’t Anthony’s words feel satisfying? Something about them rubbed him the wrong way.
He watched warily as Anthony approached him.
“Are you okay?” Anthony said, touching Michael’s wrist with his fingertips.
Shivering, Michael tried to quash the urge to tip forward and rest his face against Anthony’s throat. He smelled so good, even with Michael’s scent-blocker. “Why wouldn’t I be okay?”
Anthony’s lips thinned, his blue eyes roaming over Michael’s face. “I know I wouldn’t be okay. I would be furious. I would be freaking out.”
Michael smiled humorlessly. “The changes aren’t actually that strange thanks to the past few months. I was already used to my instincts not working correctly. Now it’s actually easier because there’s no dissonance between how I feel and how I’m supposed to feel, and it’s easier to focus on faking alpha reactions.”
Anthony nodded, looking at him intently.
His heart beating fast, Michael moistened his lips with his tongue. “We—we shouldn’t have done this,” he said, glancing at the couch.
Anthony smiled ruefully. “We shouldn’t have done a lot of things.”
Michael gave a laugh. “Yeah...” Realizing that Anthony was staring at him strangely, he frowned. “What?”
Anthony brought his hand up and smoothed the wrinkle between Michael’s brows. “It’s just been a while since I’ve seen you laugh. It’s—” He cut himself off. Pressing his thumb against the corner of Michael’s mouth, he said, looking him in the eyes, “I’m really sorry if this—if I ruined your life. I want you to be happy. I want you to be happy with your body and your life. If there’s anything I can do to make it up to you, just say the word.”
The intensity of that gaze did things to him. Horrible things.