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Anthony huffed a laugh. “What would dear Giles say if he could see you now? If he could see you grinding against my hand like a bitch in heat? In public, no less.”
“Fuck you,” Michael moaned, unable to still his hips.
“Then again, he’d probably understand,” Anthony said, biting his earlobe again. “Wanna bet he’d be wailing on my knot within the hour if I put my mind to it?”
Michael went rigid, every muscle in his body locking up. His vision went red around the edges, his heart pounding with a combination of rage, toxic jealousy, and arousal. “Don’t you dare talk like that about the omega I intend to court.”
Anthony chuckled, the sound harsh and mean. “Let’s not pretend you’re jealous overhim.” He squeezed Michael’s cock hard, and Michael went nearly cross-eyed with pleasure.
“Why are you doing this?”
“Doing what?” Anthony said in a low voice, his lips almost brushing Michael’s earlobe again. “Making you feel good?”
Michael glared at him. “Trying to make me jealous. Distracting me from my courtship. Feeling me up at a bloody ball—against my will.”
“Against your will?” Anthony said in a sardonic undertone, and stopped touching him.
Michael whined. He fuckingwhined. It was beyond mortifying.
And gods, he wanted to wipe that arrogant smile away with his fist—or with his mouth.
“There’s no need to look so murderous,” Anthony said, putting his hand back on Michael’s cock.
“Fuck off,” Michael said, hating how weak it sounded, hating the way his hips immediately started moving again, seeking friction.
“Why are you wearing a cravat?” Anthony said, his gaze falling to Michael’s neck. “You don’t wear cravats.”
“Why do you think?” Michael bit off.
Anthony’s expression became strange. “The bite hasn’t healed yet?”
Michael just shook his head. He had no capacity for conversation when all he could focus on was his aching, throbbing cock and Anthony’s strong, capable hand. The noise of the ballroom seemed to be coming from very far away, as if they were in their own little world.
“Show me,” Anthony commanded, and Michael’s hand was already moving before he made a conscious decision. He wasn’t even sure if Anthony had used his Voice—either option was damning.
Anthony inhaled sharply when Michael loosened his cravat to reveal the bite mark.
“It should have healed,” he said, his expression fixated.
Michael nodded, grinding against his hand mindlessly, chasing his orgasm.
“You don’t smell as revolting as you used to,” Anthony said, and before Michael could even process his words, he shoved his face against his neck and sank his teeth into the gland again. Michael’s body jerked, pleasure and pain flaring through his body and pushing him over the edge. He cried out weakly, coming into his pants and riding Anthony’s hand as the aftershocks wracked his body.
Oh gods.
Gods.
By the time his dazed mind began to clear after his orgasm, Michael found himself alone in the alcove, his pants wet and his neck fucking throbbing.
Fuck.
Chapter 14
The fire crackled merrily in the fireplace, its cheerful noise the only sound in the room.
Anthony stared blankly at the dark surface of the drink in his hand.
“All right, what’s going on?”
