Page 12 of Undone
Maybe he just needed to indulge this obsession a little, to regain control again. No sexual obsession lasted forever. It was just a phase. It had to be. Maybe he could simply get it out of his system. By fucking himself with something.
His asshole clenched, his pulse spiking. The alpha in him growled at the thought of such a debasing, unalpha-like act, even if no one else would ever know. Yet his cock hardened so quickly it was clear his body welcomed the idea, no matter how fiercely his mind resisted.
Fine.
All right. He was going to try it. It wouldn’t mean anything. It was just a weird phase. Hopefully what had happened on Belith had been a fluke and he would hate it.
That would be a nice solution to his problem.
***
Michael made sure to lock the door before he took off his clothes and got into his bed.
He stared at the bottle of lube for a moment. It seemed to stare back at him. Taunting him.
Swallowing, he reached for it and slicked his hand up.
This didn’t mean anything. He was just going to try it, be disappointed, and get over it. He couldn’t wait to go back to being a normal alpha who didn’t get turned on at the thought of stuffing something into his ass.
Lying on his back, Michael spread his thighs and reached between them. His slick fingers found his hole easily. He bit his lip as he pushed a finger in. It felt… off. Yet his cock hardened, jutting out obscenely between his muscular thighs—the thighs of an alpha. Gods, it looked so damn wrong. But. He wanted more. He pushed another finger in, and a gasp left his lips. So wrong, but the stretch felt amazing. He shoved a third finger inside himself, as deep as possible, and moaned, his hole clenching around them greedily.Yes, yes, more.He finger-fucked himself, hard and fast, his eyes squeezed shut. It felt so good. It had no right to feel so good.
But it still wasn’t enough.
He needed more.
Before he could think twice, he shoved a fourth finger in, and keened. Fuuuck. His hips were moving, trying to get his fingers deeper, moans slipping from his lips non-stop. So full. He was so full. But not as full as he’d been with Anthony’s huge, alpha cock filling him up and pounding into him—
Michael came with a ragged cry, his head tipping back, his throat exposed before he even realized it.
He opened his eyes, struggling to steady his breath. His body still hummed from release, but there was a hollow dissatisfaction too, as if something essential was missing.
He craved more.
Chapter 6
Michael hadn’t really expected that one time would be enough to get over this strange phase, but even he hadn’t expected how bad things would get within days.
And they were bad. Fucking disastrous.
“Ah!” Michael moaned as the dildo in him moved steadily. Opening his eyes, he caught a glimpse of his shamelessly spread legs and big alpha cock bouncing uselessly between them. He squeezed his eyes shut. If he didn’t see the extent of his depravity, it was a little easier. “Ah!” He found the dildo’s remote and ramped up the speed—he wanted to be fucked harder and faster. The dildo complied, but it still wasn’t quite enough. He wanted something different—he wanted it rougher, like a real alpha would give it to him, strong fingers digging into Michael’s hips as he plowed into Michael’s greedy hole.What a cockslut, the alpha would growl into his ear, slamming into him.Look how desperate you are to be fucked by a real alpha, like a bitch in heat.
Michael came with a cry, his throat arching and his asshole squeezing around the hardness in him, needing more. Needing a knot.
Goddammit.
***
Michael tried to act normal. He was an adult. He couldn’t exactly spend all his time masturbating in his room and ignoring his duties. So he still managed his businesses and attended social events. He still flirted with omegas.
But all he seemed to think about was how soon he could get something inside of him. These days, his hole stayed slick and sensitive from constant use, and it was more than a little uncomfortable to attend social events and meet other people’s eyes when Michael could still feel how tender his asshole was. How eager it was to be filled up again.
It was a good thing Michael was great at compartmentalizing.
What he did in the privacy of his room was no one else’s business. It didn’t mean anything—didn’t say anything about his worth as an alpha. He was still an alpha.
“I’m an alpha,” he repeated to himself as he unwrapped the knotting dildo he’d ordered anonymously.
His cock was already hard as a rock as he stared at the toy.
