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Michael looked at him with murder in his eyes, but he swallowed obediently, as if Anthony had used his Voice on him. He wondered if Michael realized that he hadn’t.
He didn’t know why he even wanted Michael to swallow. He’d never asked that of his partners before, but something about making the other alpha choke down his come stirred a dark, primal satisfaction deep in his gut.
More than a little disturbed, Anthony pulled his half-hard cock out and stuffed it back into his pants. Getting to his feet, he zipped his pants up.
“What the hell was that?” Michael croaked out as he sat up.
Anthony looked at him, and his cock twitched when he saw how debauched andusedMichael looked. He could barely look away from Michael’s swollen lips and the bruises that had started to appear on his throat.
Fuck. He shouldn’t be noticing such things after coming. He shouldn’t be noticing such things about Michael, period.
“Don’t pretend you didn’t want it,” he said curtly, trying to calm his heartbeat. Control. He needed to get a grip on himself. This was just a lapse in judgment. Temporary insanity. Nothing more.
He was normal. He liked omegas.
This wouldn’t—couldn’t—happen again.
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Don’t pretend you didn’t want it.
Anthony’s words still rang in Michael’s ears, taunting him with their truth as he dressed in a hurry. His shirt was a lost cause, but slipping into his pants at least made him feel a little less exposed, a little less vulnerable. He shoved the dildo back into the drawer, his face burning with humiliation and anger. He couldn’t believe what had just happened. He couldn’t believe he’d let Anthony fuck his mouth—and gotten off on it, on the humiliating treatment and slut-shaming.
Nausea rose in his throat, shame, mortification, and anger creating a horrible cocktail of emotions that he didn’t know how to handle.
“I didn’t fucking want it,” Michael ground out. “You forced me!”
Anthony’s eyes narrowed. “I forced you?”
“Yes!” A voice at the back of his mind whispered that he wasn’t being entirely fair. But he didn’t care. He had no interest in fairness right now—not when his alpha pride lay in tatters and all he wanted was for the ground to swallow him. “You knowwhat happened on Belith fucked me up. You know my instincts are all over the place. You were supposed to help me, not make it worse!”
A muscle jumped in Anthony’s jaw. “You’re the one who started it,” he said, his voice clipped. “You used my body to come. You came on me, Michael. It messed with my instincts, you know how it is. I couldn’t control it. I had to—” He cut himself off.
“Put me in my place?” Michael finished for him.
Anthony’s nostrils flared. “In a manner of speaking,” he said stiffly.
Michael eyed him skeptically. While itwastrue that alphas didn’t take well to being scent-marked by other alphas—especially marked with semen—he didn’t entirely buy that explanation. There had been somethingoffabout Anthony’s attitude toward the issue for a while. And Anthony really didn’t have to be so... nasty and domineering as he’d marked him back.
“You still didn’t have to be so offensive,” Michael said.
Anthony’s gaze on him remained heavy and uncompromising. “You came,” he said. “Twice.”
Flushing, Michael glowered at him. “It still doesn’t excuse you. You know I didn’t want it. Just because my body betrayed me doesn’t mean I wanted it. I don’t want you. I’m normal.”
“So am I,” Anthony bit off, his scent surging as he took a step forward. “You think I wanted this?”
Michael took a step back—and immediately felt a wave of self-loathing and shame. An alpha would stand his ground. Analpha wouldn’t feel like baring his throat to another alpha. Fuck, what was happening to him? What had Anthony done to him?
Silence fell and stretched, thick with tension as their eyes locked.
“You should leave,” Michael said at last, his voice sounding too harsh and loud. “What happened was a mistake, and we will never speak of it again.”
Anthony’s face was largely impassive as he nodded, but his eyes flicked to Michael’s neck before darting away.
“You should do something about your neck,” he said tersely. “Put a bandage on it.”
Michael’s hand flew to the spot, and he hissed at the sting around his mating gland. Right. Anthony had bitten him. Over his mating gland.
