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Shrugging a little, Anthony rolled them carefully onto their sides, trying not to pull at his knot. “You don’t smell nice, exactly,” he said slowly, frowning as he tried to articulate his thoughts. “But your scent doesn’t aggravate me anymore. I thought I was just getting used to it, but maybe you’re right. Maybe something is different.”
Michael hummed, a deep furrow between his brows. “Mother said I smell different. And I noticed other alphas sniffing me and giving me weird looks.”
Anthony stiffened. “Other alphas have been sniffing you? When? Who?”
Shooting him a strange look, Michael said, “I don’t remember. Everyone, I guess.”
Anthony didn’t know why it bothered him. But something about the idea of other alphas sniffing Michael made him… agitated. If his scent wasn’t repulsive to all alphas anymore...
His jaw tightening, Anthony leaned in and fit his teeth over the red bite mark on Michael’s neck. He sucked, hard.
“Oh, come on,” Michael said with a laugh. “Why are you chewing on my neck again? You’re making the mark worse—” His words turned into a moan as Anthony ground his knot into him. “No, don’t, I’m trying to have a serious conversation here.”
“You can talk. I’m listening.”
“I can’t hold a serious conversation while you’re sucking on my neck like that. Stop it, Ant.”
Reluctantly, Anthony pulled back. Vicious satisfaction curled in his gut as he studied the bright red bite mark.
Michael scowled, noticing his look, but his face was rather flushed. He clearly wasn’t as against being marked as he pretended.
“Changed scent,” Michael said. “The bite mark not healing. Weird thoughts during sex. Reduced aggression toward you. Your Voice working on me. Scruffing working on me. That’s too many things. I can’t ignore it anymore. Something is very wrong.”
Yeah, when put that way, the changes were alarming.Shouldhave been alarming.
Anthony didn’t feel alarmed. Mostly he just wanted to have Michael again.
He closed his eyes for a moment, exasperated with himself. “I can set up a discreet appointment with Hugh,” he said, meeting Michael’s worried gaze. “He’s my brother-in-law. He won’t tell anyone.”
Michael’s lips pursed, discomfort and unhappiness souring his scent. “He’s still an alpha.”
“He’s an Alpha Omega doctor. He’s seen it all. He wouldn’t judge you, I promise.” If Hugh so much as looked at Michael wrong, Anthony would fucking kick his ass, brother-in-law or not.
“All right,” Michael said at last. “You’ll be there too, right?”
That vicious feeling in his gut intensified, his cock becoming fully hard.
“Of course,” Anthony said hoarsely.
The smile Michael gave him was so pretty Anthonyhadto kiss it off Michael’s lips.
Michael gasped in surprise, his lips parting, and Anthony used it to push his tongue into his mouth. Michael moaned ad kissed back, sucking on his tongue, his hips starting to squirm, his hole squeezing around Anthony’s hard cock. It was fucking torture—his knot hadn’t softened yet, so they couldn’t fuck again, but it felt exquisite, kissing Michael and having his cock held and milked by Michael’s greedy hole. It was perfect torture. It was perfect.Hewas perfect.
A distant part of him was alarmed by his obsessive, enamored thoughts. Michael was still an alpha. He couldn’t think about him this way. They had no future.
Anthony shoved the annoying voice away, losing himself in the other man.
Chapter 18
Hugh Randall wasn’t a man who was easily surprised in his line of work. As an Alpha Omega doctor, he’d seen it all: alphas and omegas with dysfunctional cycles, infertility problems, erectile dysfunction, slick production problems, and so on and so forth.
But for the first time in a long time, he had a truly unique case. A unique patient.
Hugh regarded the two alphas seated across his desk.
Michael Terlaine met his eyes steadily, but his anxiety was obvious. Anthony wasn’t looking at Hugh at all, his gaze fixed on his… friend with the sort of attentiveness that piqued Hugh’s curiosity. In the years since marrying Eric, he’d never seen Anthony behave like this. His brother-in-law had always been rather aloof with Hugh—with all alphas except for Michael Terlaine, and maybe Jon. Hugh had known these two were good friends, but he’d never seen Anthony look at anyone this way—utterly, singularly focused. It made Hugh curious about their relationship, but he was a professional, so his mask stayed firmly in place.
“We have reviewed your bloodwork and CT scan results, Michael,” Hugh said, shifting his eyes back to Michael. He didn’t know the man all that well, but he’d met him enough times at Blake family gatherings to be on a first-name basis with him.
