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Swearing under his breath, he reached into his nightstand and pulled out his dildo. Lubing it up, Michael pushed it inside his asshole without any prep. His hole didn’t really need prep these days.
He groaned as it filled him up. His instincts were going haywire—this felt even more perverse during his rut—but his cock was throbbing and his hole was clenching greedily around the thickness in him.
Fuck, he was screwed, wasn’t he? What kind of alpha sent a beautiful omega away in the middle of his rut, only to fuck himself on a knotting dildo? What kind of pervert did that make him?
If this wasn’t just a phase, he was royally screwed.
Chapter 8
“You’ve been avoiding me.”
It was an effort not to stiffen at the sound of the familiar voice.
Michael put on a neutral smile and turned around.Anthony was watching him with narrowed eyes.
“Avoiding you? Why would I be avoiding you?” Michael said, taking a sip of his drink. Truth be told, hehadbeen avoiding Anthony. Even when their paths crossed at social events, Michael never lingered near Anthony, and there was almost always someone else there to act as a buffer.
Anthony stepped closer.
It took everything in him not to retreat, his stomach in knots, instincts bristling with agitation.
“I don’t know,” Anthony said, his blue eyes sweeping over Michael in an assessing manner. “You tell me.”
Michael snorted a laugh. “There’s nothing to tell.”
“Really?” Anthony said, stepping even closer. His wide shoulders filled Michael’s vision, blocking everything else. The chatter in the ballroom seemed to fade away, leaving Michael painfully aware of the other alpha.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Michael said dismissively.
Anthony just looked at him for a moment, his gaze piercing, before he said, very quietly, “You will tell me what’s going on.”
Michael stiffened. Although Anthony hadn’t used his alpha Voice, the sheer command in his tone sent adrenaline surging through him, his instincts bristling for a fight.
Before he could think, he bared his teeth in a display of aggression.
Anthony’s eyes narrowed. “All right, what’s wrong with you? You’re normally a lot better than that at controlling your instincts. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you do alpha posturing. Until now.”
Michael averted his gaze, mortification and fear making his stomach knot up. Anthony couldn’t find out. He had to stop behaving suspiciously. He had to stop avoiding him. He had to come up with a believable lie.
“This isn’t the best place for this conversation,” he said, stalling for time.
Anthony glanced around and nodded. “Let’s go, then. We can find a room to talk.” He turned and made his way through the crowded ballroom, confident that Michael would follow him.
After a moment’s hesitation, Michael did, trying to think of a lie Anthony might believe, but his mind came up blank. He was still empty-handed when he followed him into a vacant room down the corridor.
“Look,” Anthony said, breaking the silence, “is this about what happened on Belith?”
Michael’s heart seemed to jump into his throat.
“What do you mean?” he managed.
“I know how aggravating being around another alpha in rut is,” Anthony said. “Jon and I nearly killed each other during the full moon a few times, and he’s my best friend.”
Michael’s stomach clenched. It wasn’t that he’d ever thought that just because Anthony was his best friend Michael was Anthony’s. Of course he hadn’t thought that. He knew Anthony and his brother-in-law, Jonathan, had served together for a decade.They even looked like brothers, almost like twins.Of course their friendship was deeper than whatever the two of them had.
“I’m not a Torryn alpha like the two of you,” Michael said stiffly. “And I wasn’t in rut. It was fine.”
Anthony’s blue eyes bored into him. “It isn’t fine if you’re avoiding me.” He frowned. “Did something happen while I was sedated?”
