Page 37 of Undone
“It’s the only way we can move past Belith,” Anthony said, with infuriating steadiness. “We will fuck, it’ll feel wrong, we’ll get it out of our systems, and move on.”
Closing his eyes, Michael pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a laugh. It was a terrible idea. A disastrous idea. He doubted he would get it out of his system that way. He’d been trying to get it out of his system for a month now, and he was still as addicted to being fucked, if not more. Having Anthony’s cock in him again....
Michael swallowed a moan as his cock went fully hard.
“It’s a terrible idea, Ant,” he said without opening his eyes.
“Look at me.”
It was singularly infuriating that his body listened to Ant without Michael’s conscious choice—and Anthony hadn’t even used his Voice.
“It’s still worth a try,” Anthony said, his piercing gaze still fixed unnervingly on him. It would’ve creeped Michael out if his body didn’t like being the focus of Anthony’s attention so much. Gods, this was so messed up.
“Do you have any better ideas?” Anthony said. “You know it can’t keep going like that.”
Michael moistened his lips with his tongue and watched Anthony’s eyes follow the movement. He nearly laughed, wondering if Anthony even realized. It really couldn’t go on like that. People were going to notice if they kept behaving this way, caught in each other’s orbits against their better judgment.
“All right,” Michael said, and winced as Anthony’s scent flared, making him feel a little lightheaded. “But there will be rules and boundaries, Ant.”
Anthony nodded, his body tense, as if ready to snap into action.
“It will be on my terms, not yours,” Michael said. “You will not get to boss me around and humiliate me. I’m an alpha too, and you will treat me with respect. Just because you—just because you get to be the one on top, it doesn’t mean you can act like I’m your cock-dumb little bitch who wants to be handled like a wet hole for your knot.”
“That’s awfully specific,” Anthony said, his gaze carefully blank.
Michael fought a blush, hating him and hating the part of him that wanted to be treated exactly like that. It was just his body, not him. He didn’t want that. Alphas didn’t—couldn’t—want that.
He got to his feet, leveling Anthony with a hard look. “If we’re doing this, it will be on my terms,” he repeated. “You will not overstep. You will not treat me like someone lesser. And you most definitely will not bite me again. Is that understood?”
A muscle jumped by Anthony’s temple, his scent thickening. He clearly didn’t appreciate being given orders. Michael wouldn’t have appreciated his tone, either.
But to his surprise, Anthony just gave a clipped nod and got to his feet. “Lead the way.”
Michael stared at him, his heart jumping to his throat. “You want to do it now?”
“What’s the point in waiting?” Anthony said dismissively. “The sooner we do it, the sooner we move on.”
He did have a point.
“All right,” Michael said, striding toward the door. “Let’s go.”
He felt incredibly aware of his body as they walked to his bedroom. But not as aware as he was of Anthony’s body.
Fuck, he couldn’t believe they were really going to do it: have sex. For real. Of their own volition.
“Undress and get on the bed,” Michael said harshly the moment the door of his bedroom closed after them.
Anthony’s shoulders stiffened, his narrowed eyes meeting his.
Michael stared him down. “On my terms, Anthony. You’ll get to stick your cock in me, but I’ll be on top.” His face felt far too warm. “I’ll ride you.”
Anthony’s nostrils flared. His jaw tense, he undressed jerkily until he was completely naked.
Michael swallowed, trying not to stare, but his eyes trailed greedily over the powerful shoulders and chest, over those hard abs and the thick cock between muscular thighs. Fuck, why was it so arousing? Anthony looked every inch the quintessential alpha. It should have been repulsive. But the sight of that thick, hard cock made Michael’s hole clench instinctively, eager to be filled.
“Get on the bed,” he said hoarsely, hoping he didn’t sound as turned on as he felt.
Anthony’s scent thickened in response to yet another order, but after a moment, he did as he was told, stretching out on Michael’s bed in all his naked glory, his erection nearly touching his stomach. Michael’s mouth watered just from looking at it.
