Page 25 of Undone
Michael strode into the house and headed straight for his bedroom, ignoring the servants who tried to speak to him.
He slammed the door shut and yanked his pants down. He grabbed his aching cock and squeezed it, but it brought little relief. His head spinning from Anthony’s pheromones, he staggered toward his bed, kicking off his pants and underwear. Grabbing his dildo from the drawer, he quickly lubed it up. Lying down on his back, he spread his legs and pushed the dildo into his asshole, grunting at the stretch. With how often he did this, he no longer needed much prep, his hole always eager to be filled.
Michael put the dildo in thrusting mode, moaning as it started fucking him. Fuck, it was exactly what he needed after that clusterfuck of an evening. Goddamn Anthony with his horrible scent, strange obsession, and his goddamn questions—
The door opened.
It took Michael’s lust-fogged mind a moment too long to register it.
When his gaze finally focused on the tall alpha standing in the doorway, he froze, his wide eyes locking with Anthony’s.
The world stopped, or at least it felt like it.
Then, Anthony’s eyes moved downward, to Michael’s spread legs and the dildo inside him.
“Get out,” Michael growled, his face aflame. This couldn’t be fucking happening. It had to be a nightmare. Any moment now,he’d wake up, and all of this would vanish like a bad dream. Surely his best friend hadn’t just walked in on him fucking himself with a dildo.
Anthony didn’t move,staring. The dildo was still moving.
“Out!” Michael snarled, trying to find the dildo’s remote, but in his panic, he couldn’t remember where he’d tossed it. “Close the door!”
Anthony closed the door—from this side.
At last, Michael found the remote and switched the dildo off. Snatching up a pillow, he pulled it over his lap to cover himself. “Get. Out.”
Anthony approached the bed. “Calm down,” he said, dragging his gaze to Michael’s face. “I just want to help, Michael.”
Michael bared his teeth at him. “I don’t need your help.Out. Now.”
Of coursehisVoice didn’t work on Anthony. But it clearly rubbed him the wrong way, his scent thickening with aggression and becoming oppressive, pressing into him, into his lungs, into his brain, making his mind go blank and his hole squeeze around the hardness in him. A whine built up in Michael’s throat, and he swallowed it with difficulty. “Just leave, okay? Let me get dressed at least.”And let me pull the dildo out of my ass.
Anthony didn’t move, boring his eyes into him. “Is this a new thing?” he said, his voice clipped.
“What do you think?” Michael said with a harsh laugh. “I was normal until Belith! I told you it fucked me up!”
“So you did like it,” Anthony said in a strange tone of voice. “You liked being fucked by me so much you now need it.”
Red haze clouding his vision, Michael hurled himself at the other alpha, driving him to the floor. His fist slammed into Anthony’s jaw—once, twice, again—each blow fueled by the desperate urge to hurt, to crush. It was his fault. All of this was his fault.
Anthony flipped them, pinning Michael’s arms with his hands, his grip bruising, uncompromising.
“Enough,” he commanded, his Voice like a whip. Alpha.
Michael’s body went pliant, his body refusing the commands of his brain. He felt disembodied, unwoven, as if Anthony had caught the end of some vital thread within him and pulled it loose, undoing everything he was. All he could focus on was the heavy alpha on top of him. A thickness inside of him.Yes, yes, yes, his body rejoiced.
“I hate you,” Michael gasped out, his erection trapped against Anthony’s hard thigh. Before he could stop himself, his hips twitched, grinding his cock against it.
Anthony went very still on top of him. There were now new undertones in his scent—disbelief, disgust, and morbid curiosity—but Michael couldn’t bring himself to care anymore. He rutted against Anthony’s thigh, his hole clenching around the dildo inside of him. He wanted to come. He needed to come. He wanted to be fucked. He didn’t even care anymore how wrong it was, how gross it probably was for the other alpha. Part of him rejoiced in it. He wanted to gross Anthony out, to sully him with his wrongness, use his body for his pleasure.
A moan slipped out of his mouth, his hole clenching around the thickness in him as he rubbed his stiff cock against Anthony’s thigh, lewd, shameless, and desperate. The pressure was perfect, the thick muscle of Anthony’s thigh solid and unyielding, the friction divine, yet not enough. His cock was leaking, dragging over Anthony’s clothed thigh with every desperate thrust. He needed—he needed— He sank his teeth into Anthony’s shoulder, his hips lurching upwards.
Anthony growled. A hand closed around Michael’s throat, the grip firm and commanding. Wailing, Michael arched his neck, baring it to the other alpha. A moment later, teeth sank into it, vicious, and Michael jolted as if electrocuted, his thighs trembling violently as he came. He came so hard his whole body seized, his back arching in a perfect, trembling bow.
All he could feel was bliss. Pure, overwhelming bliss.
And then reality crashed back.
Chapter 12
