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Michael glanced around, but thankfully, the other alphas didn’t seem to have noticed anything. It confused him for a moment before he realized the lighting was on their side: the garden lamp shone directly in front of Michael, its glare making it difficult for the others to see them.
He breathed out in relief.
That was his mistake: it made his body sag back into Anthony, the other alpha’s erection poking him between his cheeks.
Michael froze, flushing. “Seriously?” he hissed.
“It’s your fault,” Anthony ground out against his ear, barely audibly. “Your horrible scent drives me crazy. Want to stick it in you.”
Michael moistened his lips with his tongue. “You already did yesterday.” And the day before. And the day before that. He’d lost count of how many times they’d fucked in the past week. Michael would have been embarrassed by his nymphomaniac behavior, but Anthony actually wasn’t much better. They couldn’t seem to be in the same room without ending up fucking like animals in mating season. That presented a problem now. Apparently even the presence of other alphas did nothing to quash their depraved, perverse attraction. Michael still wanted to fuck. He wondered inanely if the other alphas would notice if Anthony slipped into him right there—they could be very very quiet—
Gods, what was wrong with him?
Exhaling shakily, Michael said some excuse and walked away.
Footsteps sounded behind him just a few moments later.
“You’re being too obvious,” Michael hissed, glancing back at the other alphas. They seemed engrossed enough in the conversation, but all it would take was one person—one look—and they’d be ruined.
Anthony didn’t even glance at them, his gaze fixed on Michael as he stalked after him. His heart pounding, Michael quickened his steps, heading deeper into the gardens.
Finally, the music became quiet, the sounds of other guests distant. “Look—”
Anthony shoved him into the tree, his chest flush against Michael’s back.
“Ant!”
Anthony ground his erection against Michael’s ass lewdly. “Wanna fuck you,” he said, his hand already working on Michael’s fly.
“We can’t—not here!” Michael protested weakly. “Anyone could come across us.”
Anthony yanked his trousers down. The cool evening air hit his bare skin.
“I knew you didn’t have underwear on,” Anthony said, his voice low as he groped Michael’s cheeks before spreading them and touching his hole.
Michael bit his lip hard. “We can’t,” he repeated, trying to cling to the remnants of his sanity. “We don’t have lube.” It wasn’t even in the top ten reasons why they shouldn’t be doing this at someone’s garden party, but it was valid all the same.
“Fuck,” Anthony said, sounding pissed off, and ground his covered erection against his ass. He clearly really, really wanted to fuck him.
It made Michael feel all warm on the inside. He bit his tongue before he could say something stupid, like telling Anthony that he could fuck him without lube.
Suddenly, Anthony dropped to his knees behind him, and before Michael’s brain fully registered what was happening, his cheeks were spread open and a warm, wet tongue was licking his hole.
A cry left Michael’s mouth, his hips jerking.
“Quiet,” Anthony commanded before pushing his tongue inside him.
Oh gods, oh gods, oh gods.
It felt unbelievable. Unbelievably good. So, so good.
A distant part of Michael was trying to panic, because he was being rimmed against some tree by another alpha, and anyone could come across them. He could hear the sounds of other guests’ laughter, for fuck’s sake. This was too risky. They would be ruined if they were caught.
But he found it hard to care. All he cared about was the tongue licking his hole. He wanted it deeper. He couldn’t hold still, undulating against that tongue like some wild creature. Anthony gripped his hips, digging into his flesh as he devoured him.
He whined when Anthony suddenly stopped.
“Can’t wait anymore,” Anthony said roughly, jerking his fly open. He pressed his hand against Michael’s mouth. “Lick it. Get it wet.”
