Page 24 of Undone
Michael flushed, beyond humiliated. “Get off me,” he repeated. “Now.”
But it almost seemed as though Anthony hadn’t even heard him: he didn’t react at all, his nostrils flaring as he inhaled deeply, his eyes fixed on Michael’s face with an expression that was unnervingly intense.
“Ant,” Michael bit off. “Snap out of it.”
Anthony’s gaze became more present. “Sorry,” he said gruffly. And didn’t move.
Michael shot him an incredulous look. “What the fuck, man? Get off me!”
Finally—finally—Anthony did as he was told, his movements stiff and jerky. He tugged at his tie and turned his head away, staring out the window.
Michael moved as far from him as was possible, his mind racing with confusing thoughts that refused to settle. He didn’t understand what was going on with Anthony.
“What the hell was that?” he said at last, breaking the silence.
Anthony didn’t reply immediately. “You’re right,” he said when Michael had started thinking that he wasn’t going to reply at all. “I know I crossed the line.”
“Butwhy? That’s what I don’t understand. You’ve been acting strange, Ant.”
Anthony finally looked at him. His face was largely inscrutable, but his gaze was dark, something disturbed in his expression. Something disturbing. “It bothers me that I don’t remember it.”
Michael blinked, utterly confused. What?
Anthony’s lips twisted into something rueful. “I know it makes no sense. I shouldn’t want to remember it. But ever since you told me what happened...” A muscle jumped in his cheek. “I can’t stop thinking about it. I suppose—I suppose I’m curious.”
“Curious,” Michael repeated.
“About what happened,” Anthony said stiffly. “I just can’t wrap my mind around me fucking another alpha—fucking you.”
There was a pulling sensation in the pit of his stomach that Michael couldn’t identify. “I’m not exactly repulsive,” he said dryly.
Anthony gave a laugh. “Don’t be an idiot—it’s not about your looks.” His eyes roamed over Michael’s face before he averted his gaze. “You know you make most omegas look plain.” He tugged at his tie again, loosening the knot. “I just have trouble believing that I’ve fucked you. You’re an alpha.”
Michael grimaced. “Yeah... Sometimes it seems surreal even to me, and I actually remember everything.”
Blue eyes peered at him with that familiar, odd intensity. “Did you hate it?”
“What kind of question is that?” Michael said, struggling to keep his face blank. “Of course I hated it.”
Anthony regarded him for a long moment before moving closer, his heavy pheromones flooding Michael’s senses once again. “If you truly hated it, then why are you aroused now?”
Michael glared at him. “I already told you—what happened messed with my system.”
“But why would my proximity arouse you if your body didn’t associate it with something arousing?”
“What are you trying to imply?” Michael bit out, feeling cornered and hating it.
Anthony’s eyes roved over his face again. “Did you enjoy it physically?” he said, his voice very low. “Having my knot in you?”
Michael’s cock throbbed, arousal making him lightheaded.
Anthony’s nostrils flared as his gaze dropped to the bulge straining against Michael’s fly. There was no hiding it. It looked obscene.
Silence stretched, thick and suffocating. Michael had never felt so humiliated and aroused at the same time.
Anthony’s gaze lingered on his crotch, his expression intense and unreadable. “You did,” he said, eyes glinting with a strange, obsessive light. “You—”
The helicopter landed, and Michael all but jumped out of it. “Get Lord Blake to his estate,” he ordered the pilot, and stormed off. He had to get away from him.
