Page 23 of Undone
Shooting his brother a strange look, Liam left.
“He’s right,” Michael murmured, taking a step away from Anthony—trying to subtly remove Anthony’s hand from his body.
Except Anthony moved with him. His hand remained where it was, heavy and hot.
Michael forced a strained smile. “Stop touching me,” he muttered under his breath.
“Hugh said I’d need to get you accustomed to my touch without associating it with what happened.”
Michael ground his teeth. “In the hypothetical situation you described to him.”
“Yep,” Anthony said, following him out of the ballroom as Michael slipped through a door.
“There’s no way he thought it was hypothetical if he gave youadviceon how to handle it.”
“Even if he does suspect something, it’s not a problem. He’s my brother-in-law. He won’t tell anyone.”
Throwing him an annoyed look, Michael lengthened his strides, shrugging Anthony’s hand off and marching toward his helicopter. But Anthony caught up to him and followed him into it.
Michael took a deep breath—and instantly regretted it as he inhaled a lungful of Anthony’s scent. “I didn’t invite you to join me,” he said evenly, turning to the window.
“You’re angry with me.”
Michael balled his fingers into fists. “Home,” he told the pilot curtly before closing the partition between them and the pilot. “Whatever gave you that impression?”
“Look at me, Michael.”
He clenched his jaw and continued staring out the window as the helicopter took off.
“Look at me.”
The hairs on Michael’s nape stood up. He dug his nails into his thighs, trying to resist the Voice. But it was futile. The command hooked into his belly andtugged.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” he growled, whipping his head around and glaring at his friend.
Anthony didn’t even have the decency to look guilty. “Hugh said it might be a good idea to build up your resistance to my commands through innocuous orders that are easy to resist.”
“Fuck Hugh,” Michael bit off. “I didn’t give you permission to order me around like—like I’m some omega!”
“Don’t be sexist,” Anthony said mildly, his lips twisting. “It works on betas and pups too.”
Michael shoved him hard against the seat, pressing his forearm against Anthony’s throat. “Shut up,” he gritted out. “Why are you acting like this?”
Anthony grabbed his arm and wrenched it away from his throat, pinning it against the seat. “Like what?” he said, seemingly calm. But the thickening of his scent betrayed that he wasn’t as calm as he appeared. Then again, no alpha would be entirely calm when another alpha had an arm on their throat. “I’m trying to help you.”
“Bullshit,” Michael said, baring his teeth and shoving Anthony harder against the seat. Fuck, he wanted to hurt him. He wanted to punch him, make him bleed. He felt nearly dizzy with that want. “You’re obsessed with provoking unnatural reactions from me. Part of youlikesit. I can tell, Anthony.”
Anthony’s jaw tightened. “I’m hardly obsessed,” he said evenly. “I’m not the one in another alpha’s lap.”
Growling, Michael pushed the other alpha harder against the seat, pinning him there with his weight. “I’m not in your lap. You’re under me.”
Anthony’s scent flared, choking the narrow space between them with alpha pheromones. He grabbed Michael’s nape and shoved him against the seat, flipping their positions.
“Get off me.” Michael’s heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was about to jump out of his chest. He bucked, trying to throw the other alpha off, but he had no leverage. And Anthony was stronger. Heavier. And he was on top of him.
No, no, no,he begged his body as his cock thickened and his system flooded with rage, terror, and sickening arousal.
Anthony’s nostrils flared. He could undoubtedly smell his arousal too.
