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Michael stared at the message for almost an hour, unsure what to do with it. Then he put his vibrator on the highest setting and let it fuck his cunt while he imagined Anthony holding him and saying into his ear,I’m worried for you, I’ll take care of you.
Gods, it was pathetic.
He was pathetic.
Chapter 23
Four days later, Michael started leaving the house.
After testing the implant on his mother and the staff, he felt reasonably confident that no one would suspect anything.
And no one had.
People didn’t notice that he didn’t have even a hint of stubble anymore. They only saw what they expected to see: a tall, powerful alpha who smelled like an alpha.
Michael should have been pleased. He knew he should have been. As far as his social standing was concerned, nothing had changed.
And yet.
Something in him died a little every time he bowed over an omega’s hand and adopted manners appropriate for an alpha. No matter what Hugh had said, it didn’t feel natural. He didn’t feel like it was the way things were supposed to be just because he had been born an alpha. He felt wrong every time he had to force himself to act like an alpha. He felt like a fraud. Lesser.
And then Anthony walked into the room.
His jaw clenching, Michael tried to look engaged while Lord Crane rambled about his proposed legislation. Although he didn’t look Anthony’s way, he could feel him approach with his skin.
“Lord Crane,” Anthony said with a dry nod. “Michael.” His hand fell on Michael’s shoulder, squeezing slightly. There was nothing unusual or indecent about the touch. It was perfectly normal between friendly alphas.
But a whine was building in Michael’s throat, his gaze becoming unfocused as he tried not to breathe in Anthony’s delicious scent. Fuck, how much worse would it have been if he hadn’t had the scent-blocking implant? His hole was aching already, slick running down his inner thighs. He needed to leave before anyone smelled it.
Muttering some excuse, Michael strode away, barely seeing where he was going. Finding an empty room at the back of the house, he sat on the couch heavily, trying to calm down.
But he couldn’t.
Groaning in defeat, he leaned back against the couch and touched his hole through his pants. He ground against his hand to ease the ache inside. It didn’t work, not when Anthony’s scent was still lingering on his shoulder. Growling in frustration, Michael kicked off his pants and underwear—he couldn’t afford to get them ruined at a party. When his hand finally touched his bare hole, he moaned. Fuck—
The door opened.
Anthony stood in the doorway, staring at him with wild, darkened eyes.
Michael froze.
The moment stretched.
Anthony shut the door and walked forward, like a predator approaching its prey.
Michael’s mouth was dry, but his hole was soaking wet and was only getting wetter the closer Anthony came.
Slowly, moving as if spellbound, Anthony sank to his knees before him and pushed Michael’s legs open, staring at his hole. “Fuck. You’re so...” Leaning in, helickedhis cunt lewdly.
Michael keened, grabbing Anthony’s head. “Ant... No—we can’t—not here...”
Anthony ignored him. He ate him out as if Michael were a feast and he were a starved man, his tongue relentless, delving deeper and deeper into his hole until Michael was sobbing and begging him for more.
Before long, he was riding Anthony’s face like a slut, biting his own hand to muffle his noises. They were at a party. Anyone could come across them and see him with Anthony’s tongue in his omega cunt. But the danger of being caught only sharpened his arousal. “Please, please—ahhh!” He arched and came with a cry, grinding his hole against Anthony’s mouth. So fucking good.
But Anthony didn’t stop. He kept going, licking him over and over, and, to his disbelief, Michael found himself moving his hips and rapidly approaching another orgasm. That had never happened to him before. He came again, Anthony’s name the only coherent sound on his lips.
He panted dazedly as Anthony got to his feet and jerked his own fly open, pulling out his hard cock. Michael’s hole squeezed around nothing as he watched Anthony jerk himself off roughly. He came after barely ten strokes, and Michael felt a rush of vicious satisfaction—it was proof that eating him out had turned Anthony on that much.
