Page 50 of Undone
Something ugly twisted Michael’s insides. “I’m sorry, Mother,” he said stiffly. “Anthony and I have things to discuss.”
She peered at him, a puzzled frown flickering over her fine features as her gaze fell to Anthony’s hand on his nape.
Michael knew it was more than a little suspicious. Alphas didn’t touch each other like that. Although it wasn’t exactly scruffing, the firm hold was definitely restricting. It should have felt stifling. Threatening. Michael should not have been allowing Anthony to touch him like this, period, much less in someone’s presence.
But Michael couldn’t bring himself to shake the hand off. A small, messed-up part of himwantedeveryone to see Anthony touching him that way.Mine, the beast in him growled, even as his instincts failed to react as an alpha should have reacted in such a situation.
“Of course,” his mother said after a moment, giving Anthony’s hand another strange look. “Don’t let me keep you.”
Murmuring his goodbye, Anthony resumed guiding him toward his bedroom.
“She’s probably suspicious,” Michael said with a sigh, but he couldn’t bring himself to care much.
“Probably,” Anthony agreed, sounding unconcerned. He pulled Michael’s bedroom door open and steered him toward the bed. “Get undressed and lie down. On your stomach.”
Chuckling, Michael shot him an incredulous look but obliged. “Is sex seriously your answer to everything?” But his cock was already stirring at the mere thought of having Anthony back inside him again. Fuck, he really would be wet for Anthony at the slightest touch if he were an omega. His body was such a whore for this man.
“I’m not going to fuck you,” Anthony said, toeing off his shoes and undressing too. He climbed on top of Michael and settled his weight on him, his chest to Michael’s back.
Oh.
Michael gasped, his mind going so very quiet.
It felt so good. The pressure, the weight of him, the scent of him, the feel of his bare skin. Michael felt like he was hidden from the rest of the world, protected and taken care of. It felt so, so good.
He moaned when Anthony buried his face in his neck, pumping out his pheromones.
It took Michael an embarrassingly long time to recognize what Anthony was doing. It was the classic way to calm an anxious omega: a lot of skin contact with the alpha, and pressure.
And it was working on him.
Fuck.
“Don’t think,” Anthony said, his voice low but firm. “Just let it happen. It feels good, doesn’t it?”
“Yes,” Michael whispered hoarsely.
“It feels good to me too,” Anthony said against his neck. “You smell of me.”
There was deep satisfaction in his voice, in his scent, and it made something warm and pleased curl in Michael’s chest. He liked pleasing his alpha. He liked smelling of him. This wasright.
Michael frowned, trying to shake off the thoughts and the strange, pleasant lethargy taking over his body, but he couldn’t seem to. He felt perfectly content where he was. He’d die happily like this. Under his alpha.
“Ant,” he murmured, feeling needy and scared of it.
“I’m here.” Anthony bit his nape, catching skin between his teeth. “I’ve got you. Go to sleep, sweetheart.”
Michael drifted off.
His dreams were strange, full of colors and sensations. It felt like his body was burning, a deep ache building in his lower stomach, as if something was being rearranged inside of him.
He keened in pain, his body aching and his mind disoriented.
“Michael?”
A cool hand pressed against his forehead.
“Fuck, you’re burning up. I’ll get a doctor.” The hand was suddenly gone, and panic hit him hard, making him hyperventilate and whine.
