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Anthony followed him, of course, barely resisting the urge to put a proprietary hand on his nape. Or his lower back. Or his ass.
“What do you think you were doing,” Michael hissed once they were out on the balcony. It was empty but exposed—anyone could see them through the glass doors if they bothered to look.
“I didn’t do anything Pembroke didn’t do,” Anthony said, coming to stand beside him by the railing, their backs to the ballroom. He pressed his shoulder against Michael’s.
“I don’t give a fuck about Pembroke’s posturing,” Michael ground out without looking at him. “You kissed my hand in public. I might be an omega now, but I’ve been an alpha all my life. It was—it was weird. Embarrassing.”
Anthony studied his profile: his gorgeous features, his tightly pursed lips and the eyes that wouldn’t look at him. He didn’t like that. Michael should always be looking at him.
Anthony bit the inside of his cheek, trying to quell the obsessive possessiveness. At times like this, he didn’t recognize himself. He’d never been this way with omegas. With anyone.
“I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable,” he said tersely. “It wasn’t my inten—” He cut himself off when he noticed the scent. Omega arousal. He hadn’t smelled it on Michael since he’d started using the alpha implant; that was why he hadn’t recognized it immediately.
“It aroused you,” Anthony stated, his heart beating faster. “Me kissing your hand in public. Treating you like an omega.”
Michael’s jaw clenched. “No, it didn’t,” he said stiffly, but there was some color on his cheekbones.
Fuck, he was so lovely. Anthony wanted to kiss him right there and then.
Chuckling, he shifted his hand and scraped his fingertips over the bulge in Michael’s pants. “Then what is this, sweetheart?”
“Are you crazy?” Michael hissed breathlessly. “People are looking at us!”
“Our backs are to them,” Anthony said, unconcerned, kneading Michael’s bulge. “I bet you’re dripping for me already, aren’t you?”
“I hate you,” Michael said weakly. His body was rigid. He was clearly trying not to grind against Anthony’s hand.
“Do you think they’ll notice if I stand behind you and slip my cock into you?” Anthony murmured, barely suppressing the urge to bury his face against Michael’s neck. “We could just stay like that. Not fucking. Your hole warming my cock, squeezing around it greedily until I come and knot you.”
A whimper slipped out of Michael’s mouth.
“Fuck, you’re so easy for me,” Anthony said, massaging Michael’s cock ruthlessly. “Can’t wait for everyone to know you’re my stupid little bitch, my knot-dumb slut.”
Michael shuddered with his entire body and moaned, his crotch becoming damp with semen as he came. Just like that. From a little dirty talk.
Anthony gritted his teeth, arousal making it hard to think. He’d never been so turned on. Yanking his own fly open, he ordered, “Touch me.”
“You’re crazy,” Michael said but obediently wrapped his hand around Anthony’s stiff cock despite the awkward angle.
“Jerk me off,” Anthony bit out, his muscles locked up with the effort to keep still. “This is your fault, so you will jerk me off.”
Blushing furiously, Michael glanced back at the ballroom, but his hand was already moving over Anthony’s leaking cock with firm, hard strokes. Anthony could barely keep still as he looked down and saw his erection in Michael’s hand. Michael might be an omega between his legs now, but his hand was that of an alpha. His grip was perfect. He knew exactly how to hold an alpha’s cock, knew exactly what felt good. It looked obscene. It felt amazing.
Anthony groaned through gritted teeth as he finally came.
Michael milked him through his orgasm, prolonging the pleasure, before bringing his hand to his mouth and slowly licking Anthony’s come off of it.
Anthony’s cock made an attempt to twitch again.
Michael smirked. He knew exactly what he was doing to him, the little shit. Anthony had never wanted to kiss him so badly. He hated that he couldn’t.
“Youwillmarry me in two weeks,” Anthony said tightly. “Or I’ll knot you in front of your new fans. One way or another, they’ll know you’re mine.”
Flushing, Michael shot him an incredulous look and, yanking his jacket to cover his crotch, stalked back into the ballroom.
Chapter 27
His mother didn’t look impressed when Michael returned to the ballroom. Her nostrils flaring, she shook her head.
