Page 52 of Undone
There was the sound of the door opening and closing.
And then, in a hoarse whisper against his nape, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Cool lips pressed to his neck. “Sometimes I think…” He trailed off before saying quietly, “Do you remember when we first met? You probably don’t. You probably think it happened after the war.” Silence. “It actually happened at Burton. You were a few years younger than me, so we didn’t have any classes together, but I saw you around.” A harsh chuckle. “It would have been hard not to notice you. You fuckingshone. Even as a teenager, you were impossibly elegant and beautiful, while the rest of us were all awkward limbs and pimples. I had—” Another harsh chuckle. “I had an enormous crush on you—until I found out you were going to be an alpha. I already knew I was about to become one, too. So that was that.”
He fell silent for a while. “Sometimes I wonder how different things would have been if we didn’t test newborns for alpha-omega genes, if I didn’t know you would be an alpha. Then again, it wouldn’t have changed anything. We both would have still presented as alphas. At best, we could only ever have been friends.” He buried his face against Michael’s neck, breathing raggedly. “Maybe Hugh is right. Maybe deep down, I wanted this to happen. Maybe it is my fault.” His arm tightened around him. “I promise I won’t be a greedy bastard anymore. I’ll stay away from you. Just—just be okay. Please.”
He wanted to tell the voice not to worry, that he was okay, but the pain dragged him back into oblivion.
***
He surfaced from sleep, struck by the strange absence of pain.
His eyes still closed, Michael took stock of his body. It felt… good. His muscles ached a little, but in a pleasant way, like after a good workout.
There was a heavy arm draped around his waist and a firm chest pressed against his bare back.
Anthony.
From the way he was breathing evenly, it seemed he was asleep. So he’d stayed the night.
Michael found himself smiling sleepily, fierce satisfaction curling in his stomach. He pressed his hips back against Anthony’s crotch and nearly purred when he felt a hard cock press between his bare buttocks.
There was a profound ache deep within him. He wanted his alpha’s cock. Now.
He moved his hips, feeling the pressure against his hole increase until the cockhead finally slipped inside of his slick heat.
Mmm. So good.
Michael fucked himself on the cock lazily, still half-asleep. Anthony made a noise in his sleep, and his hips finally started moving, thrusting his cock in and out. So fucking perfect.
With a happy sigh, Michael relaxed again and resumed his slumber while his alpha pleasured him with his cock. He was half-asleep when he felt a thick knot push into him. Michael moaned in delight, milking the knot in him greedily as he came. The high of this orgasm was unlike anything he’d ever felt. He felt literally high, unable to think, unable to do anything but mewl. He’d never felt so complete. Utterly content. He’d die happily on that knot, milk that seed for days. He hoped it’d take. He wanted to be fat with his alpha’s baby.
Michael’s eyes snapped open.
What.
Several things registered at the same time. How... How had he taken Anthony’s knot without any prep? Even taking his cock without prep should have been very painful, considering the fact that they hadn’t fucked in days. Taking a knot dry shouldn’t have beenpossible. His hole should have felt wrecked and torn, but it felt fine, the stretch a little uncomfortable but not unpleasantly so. And he had felthigh. Literally. The way omegas got high after being knotted by a compatible alpha. And the thoughts he’d had in his half-asleep state...
Michael chewed on his lip, freaked out of his mind. It wasn’t the first time he’d thought of Anthony as his alpha during sex, but it was the first time he’d fantasized about beingknocked upby him. It should have been ridiculous, but Michael didn’t feel like laughing.
He was very far from laughing.
He suddenly remembered the pain. The fever. The snatches of overheard conversations.
Something cold settled in the pit of his stomach.
Had it been real? Not just a dream?
“Michael?” Anthony said, his voice rough with sleep but alert. “How—” He stiffened, as though only then realizing that they were tied by his knot. “How do you feel?” he said softly, his arm around Michael’s waist tightening. “Your fever is gone. Are you okay?”
Something lodged in his throat.
So it had been real. All of it.
Michael heard himself say, “How did you knot me without tearing me apart?”
He felt the other alpha tense up against him.
“I don’t know,” Anthony said, his voice slow. “I was half asleep.”
