Page 5 of Undone
Growling, Anthony grabbed his throat.
Michael jerked as though electrocuted, his instincts screaming to fight the other alpha, to kill him, but Anthony slammed into him again, and Michael moaned and spread his legs like a slut, needing more.I’m an alpha, I’m an alpha, I can’t like this,he repeated like a mantra, but he couldn’t fight the pleasure building inside him, his useless cock leaking against his stomach as the fat cock in him pounded into him again, andagain, and again. The voice in his head still screamed that it was wrong, but it was getting quieter, drowned out by the rising pitch of his own desperate whines. Fuck, it felt sogood, he needed more—
Michael tensed when he felt Anthony’s knot begin to grow, pressing against his hole. No, no, it was too wrong—
The alpha on top of him growled, pushing his knot against Michael’s hole until it finally slid inside, huge and throbbing with come, filling him up so good.
Michael cried out, coming so hard he saw stars.
Chapter 3
Michael had no idea how long he’d been out after blacking out. The light slanting through the window told him it was afternoon, but his mind felt heavy and slow, as if he’d slept for ages.
He hauled himself into a seated position and grimaced when he felt the dull ache in places he’d never ached in his life. So… that happened.
Turning his head, he found Anthony sprawled on his back, his wide chest rising and falling evenly. He was asleep. He looked peaceful.
Michael stared numbly at his friend as a wave of unreality washed over him. It was still hard to believe that last night had really happened. Involuntarily, his gaze fell to Anthony’s cock—so big even when it was soft—and he quickly looked away, his cheeks warm.
Right. Moving on.
Ant was alive. That was the important thing. The only thing that mattered.
Running a hand over his face, Michael took a deep breath and got to his feet. He gritted his teeth as the dull ache in his asshole transformed into something sharper. Something harder to ignore. But he had to ignore it all the same.
He walked into the bathroom and stopped in front of the mirror. A man with dark blond hair and dark eyes stared back at him. For a moment, he seemed like a stranger.
Michael shook his head. He had to stop being ridiculous.
What had happened was a—a necessary evil. His friend’s life had been in danger. He’d saved it. That was all. He needed to put it out of his mind.
His erection bouncing uselessly on every thrust of the cock in him—
Michael shoved the memory away, his face burning. No. He wasn’t going to think about it. He was going to put the entire thing out of his mind. It didn’t mean anything. He’d done what he had to do. Anthony was alive thanks to his actions. No one even had to know what had happened—as long as he removed any evidence of his shame. No one could know.
An hour later, Michael looked critically around Anthony’s cabin. He’d changed the sheets and instructed the medical droid to clean Anthony thoroughly. He’d showered twice too, trying to get the other alpha’s scent off him. It hadn’t entirely worked, but a bottle of scent neutralizer he’d found in the storage room had done the job.
Everything looked good. There was no evidence that something had transpired between them.
He had no reason to be nervous.
“What happened?” came a hoarse voice from behind.
Michael flinched. Shoving his hands into his pockets, he turned around and smiled. “Hey. How do you feel?”
Anthony was looking at him with a strange expression. “Not dead,” he said slowly. “Why am I not dead?”
Smiling crookedly, Michael shrugged. “I guess the med-droid was wrong and your body burned through that venom.”
A wrinkle appeared between Anthony’s brows, but after a moment, he nodded, accepting the explanation.
He didn’t remember. He really didn’t remember anything.
Michael almost sagged with relief. Although he’d expected that, there had been a small chance that Anthony would remember.
“What happened to your scent?”
Michael froze.
