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“Now, let’s be fair,” Michael said, his lips twitching. “He’s rich too. That alone would make him attractive—even if he were ugly as sin.”
“That’s rich, coming from someone who’s wealthier than ninety-nine percent of this room,” Anthony said, knocking their shoulders together. And then he stayed there, in Michael’s personal space.
Michael stiffened, his palms suddenly sweaty. He fixed his gaze on Jules, trying not to breathe too deeply.
“He has a point,” Jules said with a grin. “You two are the prime example of life not being fair. Some people just get everything.”
Michael searched for words, but his thoughts scattered. Anthony was too close—close enough to send his instincts haywire. Part of him wanted to shove and roar, to reassert himself as an alpha. The other part wanted to shrink, to bare his throat in submission. The clash was maddening. He couldn’t take it. He couldn’t stay.
“I think my mother is trying to get my attention,” Michael lied and, bowing to Jules, strode away.
The back of his neck prickled.
He felt Anthony’s gaze on him like a physical thing, but he didn’t look back.
Chapter 5
As soon as Michael got home, he took a shower, eager to wash away any lingering trace of Anthony. He scrubbed his body harshly beneath the showerhead, forcing himself to ignore his hard cock.
It didn’t work.
He looked at his erection in frustration before grabbing it and starting to stroke it mindlessly.Just get off.He was going to just get off, to get rid of the aggression under his skin. He wasn’t going to think of anything.
Just get off.
But the more he stroked his cock, the less in control of his thoughts he became. Michael gritted his teeth, trying not to think of anything, but a thought sneaked in: what would all those people in the ballroom think if they knew that the powerful Earl of Terlaine had been mounted like a bitch by the man who stood beside him?
He shuddered, anger, shame, and humiliation twisting in his gut, even as his cock throbbed and leaked, his asshole clenching with phantom sensation. He couldn’t stand it—Michael shoved his other hand down and pressed his fingers against his hole hard. It hurt, it didn’t feel good at all, and he was viciously, almost triumphantly, glad that it hurt. It meant he was normal. He wasn’t enjoying such perversion. All he wanted was a tight hole around his cock. He was an alpha. Alphas wanted tofuck, to take someone. He didn’t want a cock in him. He didn’t want to be fucked and knotted by a thick, long alpha cock—
Michael groaned and came all over his hand.
Fuck.
***
All right. It was clear there was no avoiding the issue.
He needed to think about it rationally.
Michael drummed his fingers over the armrest of his chair restlessly, a deep wrinkle forming between his brows as he thought about his predicament.
Clearly something had gone wrong after Belith. Some wires had crossed, some instincts had gotten twisted. It could happen to anyone. It didn’t mean anything.
He simply had to find a solution. And then everything would go back to normal.
Facts: he still wasn’t attracted to other alphas. If anything, he felt even more on edge around them than he used to, constantly wanting to assert his dominance. The only exception was Anthony, who made him want to assert his dominanceandshow him his belly, the two contradictory urges driving him crazy.
Biting the inside of his cheek, Michael decided to set the Anthony problem aside. It wasn’t as urgent as the other problem right now. The other problem being that he was fixated on the memory of being fucked by a thick, alpha cock.
His cock twitched at the mere thought, and Michael hissed and glanced at his crotch in dismay.
He had always scoffed at the idea of alphas being ruled by their knots. Sure, he had a healthy sex drive and was as vulnerable to omega pheromones as any alpha, but he had never let his cock do the thinking. He wasn’t one of those knotheads who couldn’t control themselves.
Until now, apparently.
Michael pinched the bridge of his nose.
All right.
