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Michael did as he was told, licking and sucking on Anthony’s strong fingers.
Anthony groaned into his nape before pulling his hand away and using it to slick up his cock. “I’ll go slow,” he promised, pushing his cockhead against Michael’s hole.
Michael tried to relax, but gods, Anthony was big. They shouldn’t be fucking without proper lube. They shouldn’t be fucking, period.
But he wanted it. Wanted him.
“This is fucking annoying,” Anthony gritted out, pushing into him painfully slowly. “You’d be soaking wet for me if you were an omega.”
“Fuck you,” Michael managed.
Anthony chuckled breathlessly. “But we both know it’s true,” he said, teeth grazing his earlobe. “You would be dripping for me, always eager for my cock. Wouldn’t you?” His cock pressed against the spot in him that felt particularly good. “Wouldn’tyou?”
“Yeah,” Michael whined, his eyes squeezing shut. “Just fuck me already. Don’t care if it hurts. I need it. Need you.”
Anthony groaned into the side of his face and started moving, carefully at first, then harder and faster, his fingers digging into Michael’s hipbones brutally.
Michael hoped it would bruise. He wanted to have his alpha’s marks on him everywhere. “Knot me knot me knot me,” he found himself muttering deliriously. “Knot me!”
“Can’t.” Anthony sounded physically pained. “It’d wreck you without lube. And we don’t have time. We need to be fast.” He wrapped his hand around Michael’s cock and started stroking it in time with his thrusts. “Come.”
“I can’t—I need more,” Michael said, breathing raggedly. “Want your knot. Need it, give it to me.”
Anthony hissed, mouthing his ear. “I’ll give it to you later. I’ll fill you up so good you’ll be so full you’ll feel me against your fucking heart. Later.” He bit Michael’s earlobe and commanded, “Nowcome.”
And Michael came, just like that.
Because his alpha commanded it.
Fuck.
Chapter 17
“There’s something wrong with me.”
Anthony opened his eyes and looked down at the naked man under him. It was difficult to focus when his heart was still racing and his knot was still pulsing, sending residual waves of pleasure through him. He’d done as he’d promised as soon as they returned from the garden party. His cock twitched as he thought about how wrecked Michael had looked on his knot, moaning non-stop and unable to get enough. It was the hottest thing he’d ever seen.
“What do you mean?” Anthony said, trying to push the arousal down. This was ridiculous. Coming twice in one evening was more than enough.
Michael’s dark eyes were still hazy with pleasure, but there was something else there too. Apprehension.
“I’m changing,” Michael said. “I... I keep thinking of you as my alpha during sex.”
Anthony tensed up. Michael had called him alpha a few times, but people said stupid things during sex all the time, without really meaning them.
Trying to ignore the way his blood had rushed to his cock again, Anthony said carefully, “Isn’t it natural? Considering what we’ve been doing?”
Michael chewed on his bottom lip. Anthony tried not to stare. Lately he had caught himself looking at that pretty mouth and wondering what it would feel like to kiss it. It was the line he hadn’t allowed himself to cross. Kissing was largely pointless. Unnecessary in order to get off. He shouldn’t want to kiss an alpha. And yet.
“I don’t know,” Michael said, confusion and frustration making his scent sharper. “I thought—I thought it worked differently. Everything I’ve read about alpha/alpha sexual relationships seems to indicate that the clash of wills and battle for dominance intensify every day, making such arrangements toxic and unbearable.” His brows furrowed. “I’m supposed to feel suffocated and uncomfortable. I’m supposed to want to dominate you and show you who’s the alpha here.”
“And you don’t?” Anthony said softly, though he already knew the answer. Michael hadn’t attempted to make him submit since those first few days after they’d returned from Belith, when he’d bristled and bared his teeth at Anthony at the slightest provocation. Somethinghadchanged.
Michael shook his head. “Not in a while.” Groaning in frustration, he threw an arm over his eyes, as if he couldn’t bear to look at Anthony as he admitted, “Your scent fucking turns me on these days. It’s definitely not normal, Ant.”
Anthony stared at his flushed cheeks, visible despite Michael’s attempt to cover his face. It was oddly endearing. He wanted tobitethem. “You don’t smell as revolting to me as you used to, either.”
Michael removed his arm from his face and looked at him. “I don’t?”
