Chapter 16
“... the market is rather volatile now, but we should be able to capitalize on it if we buy Revo stocks.”
Michael hummed noncommittally, trying to focus on the conversation.
He was in a group of his business partners, people he normally liked, but now their sharp alpha scents only put him on edge, making him want to leave.
He would have left already if Anthony hadn’t stood beside him.
He wasn’t participating in the conversation much, either.
His shoulder was pressed against Michael’s, making him hyperaware of their bodies.
Michael clenched his jaw, begging his body to behave. The other alphas would be able to smell his arousal. Now was neither the time nor the place to be getting aroused. Not that there was ever a good time or place to get aroused by another alpha’s proximity.
Michael took a step away from Anthony, pretending to be engrossed in the conversation.
But the bastard moved closer to him again, so close Michael could feel his body heat behind him.
He held his breath, trying not to inhale Anthony’s scent too deeply.
It was so potent it overshadowed the other alphas’ scents, which was both a good thing and a bad thing.
Anthony’s scent didn’t aggravate him as much as the others, but it put him on edge in a different manner.
His stupid body associated it with orgasms, with good, rough plowing, with Anthony’s heavy body on top of him, and his hole being stuffed with Anthony’s knot.
It went without saying that those were horrible things to think about while they both were in public, surrounded by other alphas—alphas who had functioning noses.
They were lucky the party was outdoors; the fresh air helped diffuse the scents.
Anthony leaned in and murmured into his ear, “You smell. Rein it in.”
Michael chuckled incredulously. “Whose fault is that?” he whispered, barely moving his lips. “Get out of my personal space.”
Anthony didn’t move. Michael could feel his warm breath against his ear. He’d had no idea his ears were so sensitive. He was trembling faintly, imagining Anthony’s teeth sinking into his earlobe, biting. Michael swallowed a moan, his gaze becoming unfocused.
Gods, he wanted to fuck.
He wanted to be fucked. Mounted. He wanted Anthony to yank his trousers down and push his cock into his greedy hole. It was still slick and messy from his afternoon wank; it wouldn’t be hard to just slide Anthony’s cock in.
Michael’s eyes went wide when he felt the unmistakable hardness against his right buttock.
What the fuck. Had Anthony gone mad? They were in public, in full view of other people!
Granted, the hour was late and the gardens were dark, but they weren’t alone!
If any of those alphas gave them more than a passing glance, they’d notice how indecently close Anthony stood behind him.
Michael glanced around, but thankfully, the other alphas didn’t seem to have noticed anything. It confused him for a moment before he realized the lighting was on their side: the garden lamp shone directly in front of Michael, its glare making it difficult for the others to see them.
He breathed out in relief.
That was his mistake: it made his body sag back into Anthony, the other alpha’s erection poking him between his cheeks.
Michael froze, flushing. “Seriously?” he hissed.
“It’s your fault,” Anthony ground out against his ear, barely audibly. “Your horrible scent drives me crazy. Want to stick it in you.”
Michael moistened his lips with his tongue.
“You already did yesterday.” And the day before.
And the day before that. He’d lost count of how many times they’d fucked in the past week.
Michael would have been embarrassed by his nymphomaniac behavior, but Anthony actually wasn’t much better.
They couldn’t seem to be in the same room without ending up fucking like animals in mating season.
That presented a problem now. Apparently even the presence of other alphas did nothing to quash their depraved, perverse attraction.
Michael still wanted to fuck. He wondered inanely if the other alphas would notice if Anthony slipped into him right there—they could be very very quiet—
Gods, what was wrong with him?
Exhaling shakily, Michael said some excuse and walked away.
Footsteps sounded behind him just a few moments later.
“You’re being too obvious,” Michael hissed, glancing back at the other alphas. They seemed engrossed enough in the conversation, but all it would take was one person—one look—and they’d be ruined.
Anthony didn’t even glance at them, his gaze fixed on Michael as he stalked after him. His heart pounding, Michael quickened his steps, heading deeper into the gardens.
Finally, the music became quiet, the sounds of other guests distant. “Look—”
Anthony shoved him into the tree, his chest flush against Michael’s back.
“Ant!”
Anthony ground his erection against Michael’s ass lewdly. “Wanna fuck you,” he said, his hand already working on Michael’s fly.
“We can’t—not here!” Michael protested weakly. “Anyone could come across us.”
Anthony yanked his trousers down. The cool evening air hit his bare skin.
“I knew you didn’t have underwear on,” Anthony said, his voice low as he groped Michael’s cheeks before spreading them and touching his hole.
Michael bit his lip hard. “We can’t,” he repeated, trying to cling to the remnants of his sanity. “We don’t have lube.” It wasn’t even in the top ten reasons why they shouldn’t be doing this at someone’s garden party, but it was valid all the same.
“Fuck,” Anthony said, sounding pissed off, and ground his covered erection against his ass. He clearly really, really wanted to fuck him.
It made Michael feel all warm on the inside. He bit his tongue before he could say something stupid, like telling Anthony that he could fuck him without lube.
Suddenly, Anthony dropped to his knees behind him, and before Michael’s brain fully registered what was happening, his cheeks were spread open and a warm, wet tongue was licking his hole.
A cry left Michael’s mouth, his hips jerking.
“Quiet,” Anthony commanded before pushing his tongue inside him.
Oh gods, oh gods, oh gods.
It felt unbelievable. Unbelievably good. So, so good.
A distant part of Michael was trying to panic, because he was being rimmed against some tree by another alpha, and anyone could come across them. He could hear the sounds of other guests’ laughter, for fuck’s sake. This was too risky. They would be ruined if they were caught.
But he found it hard to care. All he cared about was the tongue licking his hole. He wanted it deeper. He couldn’t hold still, undulating against that tongue like some wild creature. Anthony gripped his hips, digging into his flesh as he devoured him.
He whined when Anthony suddenly stopped.
“Can’t wait anymore,” Anthony said roughly, jerking his fly open. He pressed his hand against Michael’s mouth. “Lick it. Get it wet.”
Michael did as he was told, licking and sucking on Anthony’s strong fingers.
Anthony groaned into his nape before pulling his hand away and using it to slick up his cock. “I’ll go slow,” he promised, pushing his cockhead against Michael’s hole.
Michael tried to relax, but gods, Anthony was big. They shouldn’t be fucking without proper lube. They shouldn’t be fucking, period.
But he wanted it. Wanted him.
“This is fucking annoying,” Anthony gritted out, pushing into him painfully slowly. “You’d be soaking wet for me if you were an omega.”
“Fuck you,” Michael managed.
Anthony chuckled breathlessly. “But we both know it’s true,” he said, teeth grazing his earlobe. “You would be dripping for me, always eager for my cock. Wouldn’t you?” His cock pressed against the spot in him that felt particularly good. “Wouldn’t you?”
“Yeah,” Michael whined, his eyes squeezing shut. “Just fuck me already. Don’t care if it hurts. I need it. Need you.”
Anthony groaned into the side of his face and started moving, carefully at first, then harder and faster, his fingers digging into Michael’s hipbones brutally.
Michael hoped it would bruise. He wanted to have his alpha’s marks on him everywhere. “Knot me knot me knot me,” he found himself muttering deliriously. “Knot me!”
“Can’t.” Anthony sounded physically pained. “It’d wreck you without lube. And we don’t have time. We need to be fast.” He wrapped his hand around Michael’s cock and started stroking it in time with his thrusts. “Come.”
“I can’t—I need more,” Michael said, breathing raggedly. “Want your knot. Need it, give it to me.”
Anthony hissed, mouthing his ear. “I’ll give it to you later. I’ll fill you up so good you’ll be so full you’ll feel me against your fucking heart. Later.” He bit Michael’s earlobe and commanded, “Now come.”
And Michael came, just like that.
Because his alpha commanded it.
Fuck.