Page 39 of Undone
Baring his teeth, Michael growled.
A heavy hand landed on his nape and squeezed, and Michael gasped in disbelief. Anthony was scruffing him as if he were an insolent pup!
Flushing with indignation, Michael growled again, but the pressure on his neck increased. Michael’s body went boneless, his growl turning into something suspiciously close to a whine. What the fuck. Why did it feel so good? Scruffing shouldn’t have worked, much less felt so good.
“Fuck,” Anthony said, sounding as stunned as Michael felt. “Why does it work on you?”
Shrugging the strange, submissive lethargy off, Michael kicked him. “Get out,” he bit off, rolling away, his face hot with humiliation.
But Anthony rolled on top of him again, his gaze dark. “One more time,” he said, rubbing his hardening cock against Michael’s thigh. “Let’s fuck one more time. And then I’ll go.”
Michael scowled, but it probably wasn’t very convincing, considering that his thighs were already spreading to accommodate Anthony’s hips between them.
“How are you so hard already?” he grumbled as Anthony fed his cock back into his sloppy, come-slick hole.
“I didn’t knot you,” Anthony said, hissing as he bottomed out. “That’s probably why. Gonna knot you this time.”
“Thanks for asking,” Michael said, but the sarcasm didn’t quite hit the intended mark, his words turning into a low moan as Anthony set a hard pace from the get-go.
Gods. Why did it feel so good?
So, so good.
This time, Anthony shoved his knot into him when he came. The pain was exquisite. As was the pleasure. Michael came with a shout, his hole milking the thick knot in him, his body twitching at every spurt of come in him. He couldn’t get enough, his mind spinning with confused pleasure unlike anything he’d ever felt. He felt drunk.
“Fucking hell,” Anthony groaned into his neck, shuddering on top of him. “You’re squeezing me still. It feels...”
“Yeah,” Michael said miserably. Although he hadn’t really believed that fucking Anthony again would get it out of his system, he hadn’t expected how profoundly satisfying this would feel. He didn’t want to go back to dildos. He wanted to be fucked by Anthony again. Fucked and knotted, again and again. All the time.
Gods, he was so screwed.
Chapter 16
“... the market is rather volatile now, but we should be able to capitalize on it if we buy Revo stocks.”
Michael hummed noncommittally, trying to focus on the conversation. He was in a group of his business partners, people he normally liked, but now their sharp alpha scents only put him on edge, making him want to leave. He would have left already if Anthony hadn’t stood beside him. He wasn’t participating in the conversation much, either.
His shoulder was pressed against Michael’s, making him hyperaware of their bodies.
Michael clenched his jaw, begging his body to behave. The other alphas would be able to smell his arousal. Now was neither the time nor the place to be getting aroused. Not that there was ever a good time or place to get aroused by another alpha’s proximity.
Michael took a step away from Anthony, pretending to be engrossed in the conversation.
But the bastard moved closer to him again, so close Michael could feel his body heat behind him.
He held his breath, trying not to inhale Anthony’s scent too deeply. It was so potent it overshadowed the other alphas’ scents, which was both a good thing and a bad thing. Anthony’s scent didn’t aggravate him as much as the others, but it put himon edge in a different manner. His stupid body associated it with orgasms, with good, rough plowing, with Anthony’s heavy body on top of him, and his hole being stuffed with Anthony’s knot. It went without saying that those were horrible things to think about while they both were in public, surrounded by other alphas—alphas who had functioning noses. They were lucky the party was outdoors; the fresh air helped diffuse the scents.
Anthony leaned in and murmured into his ear, “You smell. Rein it in.”
Michael chuckled incredulously. “Whose fault is that?” he whispered, barely moving his lips. “Get out of my personal space.”
Anthony didn’t move. Michael could feel his warm breath against his ear. He’d had no idea his ears were so sensitive. He was trembling faintly, imagining Anthony’s teeth sinking into his earlobe,biting. Michael swallowed a moan, his gaze becoming unfocused.
Gods, he wanted to fuck.
He wanted tobefucked. Mounted. He wanted Anthony to yank his trousers down and push his cock into his greedy hole. It was still slick and messy from his afternoon wank; it wouldn’t be hard to just slide Anthony’s cock in.
Michael’s eyes went wide when he felt the unmistakable hardness against his right buttock. What the fuck. Had Anthony gone mad? They were in public, in full view of other people! Granted, the hour was late and the gardens were dark, but they weren’t alone! If any of those alphas gave them more than a passing glance, they’d notice how indecently close Anthony stood behind him.
