Page 13 of Undone
This didn’t mean anything, either.
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Michael wasn’t actually picky about what he shoved into his hole when he was horny. But his knotting dildo quickly became his favorite. These days, he felt unsatisfied if he didn’t feel a huge knot stretching his hole to the point of pain. He loved how overwhelming it felt,wrong-too much-too big,how humiliating and demeaning it was, to be desperate enough to stuff himselfwith a fake knot. It made him feel pathetic, but he was utterly addicted to the feeling, craving it constantly.
Michael hated it. He hated that he couldn’t get through the day without fucking himself on a fake alpha cock; without it, he could hardly focus on work. It was fucking horrible. This phase couldn’t end fast enough. This obsessionhadto end soon if it was just a phase.
Michael couldn’t even imagine the alternative. How was he going to marry an omega if he was far more interested in stuffing his hole with fake alpha cocks?
It had been almost two weeks, but his sexual preferences were very far from being back to normal. He was still the depraved alpha who craved being fucked. By now, it was becoming a serious problem.
Michael heaved a sigh, considering his options. He could marry a male omega, he supposed, but there was no guarantee that the omega would be interested in fucking his alpha husband. Most of them would likely find it too unnatural. And truth be told, the idea didn’t sit well with him, either. Something about the thought of letting an omega fuck him made his inner alpha growl and snarl. His instincts likely wouldn’t allow it.
An omega’s cock would be too small anyway, said a voice at the back of his head.
Michael grimaced, but that was a valid point. With the way he’d come to crave the thickness of fake knots, it was highly unlikely he’d find an omega’s cock satisfying even if his spouse were inclined to fuck him.
So, toys it was. There was no other option.
It wasn’t like Michael would ever let an alpha fuck him.
He wasn’tthatdepraved.
Chapter 7
Normally, ruts were just a minor inconvenience for Michael. As a Vos alpha, he had it easier than Torryn alphas and especially Xeus alphas. Although his ruts happened more often than those of Torryn and Xeus alphas, they had never disrupted his routine; at most, they left him a little more aroused and aggressive than usual. He didn’t even stop attending social events during his ruts, confident in his self-control.
He wasn’t so confident in his self-control anymore. He already felt on edge around other alphas these days; he didn’t want to test his self-control during his ruts. So when his rut hit two weeks after his return from Belith, Michael chose to stay at home.
For the first time in years, he decided to employ an omega escort to help him through the rut. He didn’t need help, per se. It was mostly curiosity that made him hire a professional companion.He was curious—notworried—about how satisfying he’d find normal sex with an omega.
The omega he had chosen was on the taller side, nearly as tall as Michael himself, which was very rare for an omega. Obviously, as an alpha, Michael was still stronger.
He eyed the naked omega on his bed. He was beautiful, of course, all high-end escorts were, with messy dark hair and dark eyes framed with ridiculously long eyelashes. His body was lean and graceful, with a slim waist and smooth, pretty skin.
An image of thickly muscled abs with a trail of dark hair flashed to the forefront of Michael’s mind.
Swallowing, he shoved the thought away and drew in a deep breath—drew in the omega’s pleasant, sweet scent. His cock reacted to it, swelling to full hardness. Thank fuck. His body wasn’t completely broken.
“What’s your name?” Michael said.
The omega smiled, arching his pretty neck for him.
The next hour was... pleasant. Everything about the omega was pleasant: his scent, his body, his submissiveness, the way he tried to please the animal in Michael in every way.
And it worked. The full moon and his heightened alpha instincts ensured that Michael stayed hard throughout the hour. The sex was pleasant enough, but when it was over, a hollow disappointment settled in his chest. Disappointment and fear.
If sex with such a beautiful omega couldn’t excite him even during his rut, when his alpha instincts were at their most heightened, how much worse would it be outside his rut?
His dread and desperation growing, Michael looked down at the omega’s cock. It was on the bigger side for an omega. Nowhere near as big as his dildo—or an alpha’s cock—but a cock this size would be considered big even for a beta. It would probably feel pretty good inside of him.
Except the mere idea of submitting to an omega made his alpha’s hackles rise, a growl starting in his throat, his scent souring with disgust and mortification. He was an alpha. It was unnatural.
The omega sensed his unhappiness, of course. “Did I displease you in some way, my lord?” he said, looking at Michael warily.
“No,” he said, his tone shorter than he would have liked. “Thank you for your services. You may go.”
As the door shut behind the escort, Michael closed his eyes, defeat sinking heavy in his gut. His body still buzzed with the ache of an unspent rut.
