Chapter 15 #2
And so he did. Moaning, Michael started riding the other alpha, savoring the feeling of fullness inside him. “Oh—oh... so good...” he mumbled deliriously, barely able to keep his eyes open.
“Fucking hell,” Anthony said breathlessly, his body rigid with tension as he stared at Michael. “You look cock-dumb. Even omegas in heat look less high than you.”
“Fuck you,” Michael moaned out, riding him faster. “Ah-ah-ah!”
“But it’s true,” Anthony said, grabbing Michael’s ass and squeezing. “You look like a whore. Whore for alpha cock. You want my knot too? Want me to stuff my knot in you?”
Michael came, his vision whiting out for a moment.
“Unbelievable,” Anthony said before flipping them so Michael was on his stomach and climbing on top of him.
“That wasn’t the deal,” Michael said weakly, but he felt too good to protest as Anthony shoved his legs apart and slammed back into him.
It was almost too much. He felt oversensitive after coming, but the thickness inside him was so damn satisfying Michael’s protest was half-hearted at best, and soon enough, he was gyrating his hips to stimulate the spot that made him keen like a bitch in heat.
Anthony pounded into him without mercy, his body heavy on top of him, his alpha scent sharp and overwhelming.
It felt so good Michael wanted to burn up and die from how humiliatingly desperate he was to come, lifting his hips higher like the worst kind of slut, unable to get enough even after coming once.
It was so damn filthy but so glorious. He didn’t even care anymore that he was an alpha, and that alphas weren’t supposed to act like this, weren’t supposed to be mounted by another alpha and enjoy being reduced to nothing more than a receptacle made for Anthony’s pleasure, his seed.
Anthony’s thrusts started losing rhythm—it was just animal rutting now, low growls escaping his lips before Anthony’s teeth sank into his neck from behind.
A moan left Michael’s throat, his arousal swelling to a dizzying level and flooding his nerves with a deluge of sensation.
It felt so good, so perfect, being mounted by such a strong alpha and having his teeth at his throat.
“Alpha...” he mumbled deliriously.
Anthony shuddered and came on a particularly hard thrust, shooting inside him with a harsh shout, his knot growing against Michael’s oversensitive hole, the pressure enough to push Michael over the edge again. He came, whining and pushing back against the knot, wishing it were inside him fully.
He went boneless, slumping forward on his face, breathing hard. Anthony’s cock was still spurting weakly inside him.
Gods.
So wrong. So good. So perfect.
“Fuck,” Anthony said into his nape before rolling off him and stretching out beside him.
Michael turned his head, and they stared at each other from a few inches away, both flushed and out of breath. Anthony’s eyes were still glazed with pleasure, but his expression had a strange intensity to it as he said, “You called me alpha.”
Michael went rigid, his heart missing a beat. “You must have heard wrong,” he said stiffly.
“I know what I heard,” Anthony said, boring his eyes into him.
Baring his teeth, Michael growled.
A heavy hand landed on his nape and squeezed, and Michael gasped in disbelief. Anthony was scruffing him as if he were an insolent pup!
Flushing with indignation, Michael growled again, but the pressure on his neck increased. Michael’s body went boneless, his growl turning into something suspiciously close to a whine. What the fuck. Why did it feel so good? Scruffing shouldn’t have worked, much less felt so good.
“Fuck,” Anthony said, sounding as stunned as Michael felt. “Why does it work on you?”
Shrugging the strange, submissive lethargy off, Michael kicked him. “Get out,” he bit off, rolling away, his face hot with humiliation.
But Anthony rolled on top of him again, his gaze dark. “One more time,” he said, rubbing his hardening cock against Michael’s thigh. “Let’s fuck one more time. And then I’ll go.”
Michael scowled, but it probably wasn’t very convincing, considering that his thighs were already spreading to accommodate Anthony’s hips between them.
“How are you so hard already?” he grumbled as Anthony fed his cock back into his sloppy, come-slick hole.
“I didn’t knot you,” Anthony said, hissing as he bottomed out. “That’s probably why. Gonna knot you this time.”
“Thanks for asking,” Michael said, but the sarcasm didn’t quite hit the intended mark, his words turning into a low moan as Anthony set a hard pace from the get-go.
Gods. Why did it feel so good?
So, so good.
This time, Anthony shoved his knot into him when he came.
The pain was exquisite. As was the pleasure.
Michael came with a shout, his hole milking the thick knot in him, his body twitching at every spurt of come in him.
He couldn’t get enough, his mind spinning with confused pleasure unlike anything he’d ever felt. He felt drunk.
“Fucking hell,” Anthony groaned into his neck, shuddering on top of him. “You’re squeezing me still. It feels...”
“Yeah,” Michael said miserably. Although he hadn’t really believed that fucking Anthony again would get it out of his system, he hadn’t expected how profoundly satisfying this would feel.
He didn’t want to go back to dildos. He wanted to be fucked by Anthony again.
Fucked and knotted, again and again. All the time.
Gods, he was so screwed.