Chapter 15
When his butler informed him that Lord Blake wanted to see him, Michael wasn’t even surprised. Anthony wasn’t one to bury his head in the sand. He faced problems head-on instead of ignoring them.
So no, he wasn’t surprised. It wasn’t surprise that made his heart start hammering in his chest.
He was, however, surprised that his first instinct was to check his reflection in the mirror.
Cringing in self-disgust, Michael quashed the urge ruthlessly and dismissed his estate manager with, “You may go, Thoren.”
The man gave him a confused look but gathered his documents and left.
Michael exhaled when Thoren’s sharp, nauseating scent finally faded from the room.
It was undeniable now that there was something wrong with his senses.
Other alphas’ scents had become unbearable lately, aggravating him much more than they used to.
The most concerning part was, it seemed his own scent had changed somewhat too.
His mother had been the only one to comment on it besides Anthony, but Michael had noticed other people sniffing him discreetly and throwing him confused looks.
It made him wonder if he should really go to the hospital. Was his pride more important than his health? He could be dying, for all he knew.
When Anthony entered his office, Michael straightened in his chair, his heart jumping into his throat. He hadn’t seen Anthony in two days, since...
“We need to talk,” Anthony said, meeting his gaze firmly.
His eyes were so blue.
Swallowing, Michael gave a clipped nod and gestured to the chair across his desk. He was glad for the physical barrier between them.
Silence fell over the room as they just looked at each other.
Michael felt like there was a colony of bees buzzing under his skin. He could barely sit still, and it took an incredible effort to maintain a calm expression.
“I want to apologize,” Anthony finally said, his voice a little stiff. “For what I did the other night. We were in public. It was a miracle we weren’t seen.”
Michael blinked before laughing harshly. “You’re apologizing for doing it in public? You’re apologizing for the wrong thing, Ant.”
Anthony’s gaze remained steady on him. Unflappable. He didn’t look like he had trouble remaining calm. It was infuriating.
“Let’s cut the bullshit,” Anthony said, his gaze still fixed on Michael’s face.
Anthony wasn’t even blinking, Michael realized suddenly. What he’d taken for calm was actually a strange and unsettling kind of fixation.
“I’m not going to deny that I wanted to touch you,” Anthony said. “But you wanted me to touch you too, or you wouldn’t have let me feel you up in public.”
“I already told you—”
Anthony made an impatient noise, his lips curling. “Yes, I remember what you told me: what happened on Belith fucked you up. But you can’t keep using it as an excuse. It fucked me up too. Do you think I find out every day that I fucked another alpha while I was in rut?”
He had a point.
“We need to figure out what to do about it,” Anthony said, his gaze still unmoving. Heavy. Unsettlingly intense.
“What do you mean?”
“I think we should fuck.”
Michael’s stomach knotted up. “You can’t be serious,” he said with a strangled chuckle.
“It’s the only way we can move past Belith,” Anthony said, with infuriating steadiness. “We will fuck, it’ll feel wrong, we’ll get it out of our systems, and move on.”
Closing his eyes, Michael pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a laugh.
It was a terrible idea. A disastrous idea.
He doubted he would get it out of his system that way.
He’d been trying to get it out of his system for a month now, and he was still as addicted to being fucked, if not more. Having Anthony’s cock in him again....
Michael swallowed a moan as his cock went fully hard.
“It’s a terrible idea, Ant,” he said without opening his eyes.
“Look at me.”
It was singularly infuriating that his body listened to Ant without Michael’s conscious choice—and Anthony hadn’t even used his Voice.
“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.
“I’m ready,” Michael said roughly, pulling his fingers out. “I’m going to fuck you now. You will lie there and take it.”
Anthony’s muscles went rigid, his throat and shoulders tense. “Don’t push it, Michael,” he warned.
Quashing the ridiculous urge to drop his gaze meekly, Michael met his eyes. “On my terms,” he repeated, before arranging himself over Anthony’s cock and sinking down in one stroke. “Ahhh!”
Anthony hissed, his gaze darkening. He said something, but Michael could barely hear it, focusing all his willpower on not coming like the worst kind of sex addict who’d finally gotten his fix.
It felt... it felt divine, the girth of Anthony’s cock, how hard, hot, and silky it was.
His dildos had nothing on the real thing.
Fuck, this was a terrible mistake. He wouldn’t be able to live without this cock from now on. He wanted to ride it into oblivion.