Page 63 of Inside the Sun

Why does he even say it? Does it bother him so much? Baffle him beyond belief?

Anzo gives the young omega a sideways look. Summer, of course, stays silent, staring at the floor. It’s not hard to guess this minimal communication isn’t exclusive to me. Is he just naturally quiet, or is it stress?

I have to ask. "Is Summer here of his own free will?"

Anzo's face changes, hardening, becoming more hostile.

"Are you here of your own free will?"

"I’m here because you threatened the lives of people I care about!"

Anzo’s face grows even more closed-off. He crosses his arms.

"Same story with Summer. Your point?"

His brows furrow, his foot taps the floor absentmindedly.

Is he upset that all the sex he can get is from people he forces to be with him? Well, looks like me and Summer are in the same damn boat. Maybe I was right when I considered saying,"Hey, trauma bonding is a real thing."

Anzo pierces me with an expectant look.

"Is this conversation your idea of effective foreplay?"

"Fine! Can I at least get my hands free? Or maybe a hit of poppers, something to help me get going!" I blurt out, sitting up straighter.

Anzo juts out his jaw.

"Your hands stay tied. And I don’t want you touching me in any way. The only point of contact between us will be your dick."

"I’m not doing it without a condom. I don’t fuck with anyone raw."

"Obviously. I don’t need your fluids in me, slut."

Anzo pulls out a pack of condoms and a bottle of lube from the drawer.

Then he tilts his head.

"And remember, if I don’t like anything you do, your collar comes into play."

The next moment, Anzo leans over the table, unzips his pants, and pulls them down just enough to expose his ass. However, the front of his pants still covers his crotch, which he’s pressing against the edge of the table.

I swallow hard, glancing at what’s between his cheeks.

He’s shaved smooth, and his hole is… meh, just a regular hole. Looks slick, probably already lubed up. Prepped for a session with Summer, I guess?

Good, that’s less work for me and less of his body I have to touch.

Unfortunately, the sight does nothing for me. Nothing. On top of it, it's the fucking sadist, Anzo. And I’m a hopeless bottom. The idea of topping anyone has never appealed to me. So how the hell am I supposed to force myself to fuck him?

Did I go too reckless this time, risking everything with my offer to help Summer?

There’s a bottle of poppers on the table. I take a dramatic whiff, but it barely helps.

"You got any pills or aphrodisiacs or something?" I whine, looking down at my completely shriveled, terrified dick. Come on, buddy! Wake up. The only time you're this small is in freezing water.

"Summer manages just fine without them. So either you get it up or get out, Summer will take over," Anzo growls.

I glance at Summer. His eyes aren’t on the floor anymore, they’re on me. And then he speaks. His lips move so subtly that only I can hear him. Anzo, being a beta, can’t.

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