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Anthony didn’t say anything.
It confused him. Anthony had been strangely reluctant to talk about the issue after their conversation weeks ago. He seemed content to ignore it. It was weird. Anthony was normally very brash and straightforward. Pretending that a problem didn’t exist was very unlike him, but it was exactly what he had been doing.
“Stop using me like your chew toy, Anthony Blake. We do need to talk about it.”
Anthony sighed into his neck. “I just don’t see the point,” he said bitingly. “We already said everything there was to say. You want to reverse the changes. We’ll need to stay away from each other for that. What’s the point in talking about it over and over? Just tell me when you want us to stop, and we’ll stop.”
Michael’s brows knitted together. “Why are you talking about it like...”
“Like what?”
“Like it’s an option? Like it’s something stupid I’m choosing to do. It’s not an option, Ant.”
“Isn’t it?”
Michael blinked. “What?” he spluttered. “You can’t really think there are other options! If we carry on like this, I might eventually become an omega!”
Silence.
At long last, Anthony lifted his head. His blue eyes seemed almost feverish with intensity as they locked with Michael’s. “Would it be a bad thing?”
Michael opened his mouth and closed it without saying anything. When he finally managed to find his voice, it was faint. “You... You can’t be serious.”
Anthony’s jaw worked. He averted his gaze. “I’m not telling you what to do with your own body,” he said, his voice rough. “But considering how much you love being knotted, having biology that’s actually equipped for it might not be the worst thing.”
A laugh tore out of Michael’s throat. “Easy for you to say! You’d never even consider it if you were in my place!”
“I’m not in your place,” Anthony said, meeting his eyes steadily. “And neither is anyone else. You should stop thinking about what other people would do and really think about whatyouwant, Michael. Do you actually want to go back to normal—the old normal—or do you just think you should, because that’s what’s expected of you?”
Michael wet his dry lips with his tongue, his mind reeling. “I don’t—of course I don’t want to be an omega! I was born an alpha, and I was perfectly happy to be an alpha until Belith fucked me up!”
“I know you were,” Anthony said. “But we don’t live in a hypothetical world where you never went with me to Belith. In this one, you’ve been eagerly spreading your legs for me for more than two months.”
“You’re being an asshole,” Michael said.
Anthony gave him a rueful look. “Maybe I am, but I’m just telling you the truth as it is, even if you don’t like hearing it.” He leaned in, so close their mouths almost touched. “I was serious: I’ve never been with a person who loved getting knotted as much you do. You can’t get enough of it.” He sucked on Michael’s bottom lip, his voice dropping to a hoarse whisper. “Imagine if you didn’t need any prep for my knot, if you got wet just from looking at me. You’d always be ready, and I could just slip my cock into you and fuck you stupid anytime and anywhere we wanted.”
Michael shuddered, hating the rush of heat his crude words caused.
Anthony was hard inside him again, grinding shallowly into Michael as he kept saying inane filth against his mouth. “You’re already so pretty, you’d make a stunning omega.” Anthony started thrusting for real. “Other alphas would be lining up for the privilege of courting you, but you wouldn’t want them. Your hole is shaped bymycock. You’d only want mine. You’d startdripping for me the moment I walked into the room. Wouldn’t you?”
“Fuck off,” Michael said weakly, but his hips were moving, hungry for it.
Anthony wrapped his fingers around his throat and squeezed—not hard enough to choke him, but hard enough to feel pressure. So fucking perfect. Michael moaned brokenly, meeting the other alpha’s thrusts.
“Look at you,” Anthony said, his glassy eyes roaming over Michael’s naked, writhing body under him. “You look like you were born to take cock. Deep down, you know it. You know you’d hate going back to fucking omegas. You’d want to be in their place, getting ploughed by a fat alpha cock.”
Michael squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head, but his body betrayed him, spiraling toward orgasm embarrassingly fast. “Knot me,” he choked out. “Knot me, alpha.”
Anthony groaned and kissed him hard, grinding his cock in as his knot started inflating. “Such a knot-hungry little bitch,” he crooned, sounding drunk. “I’d keep you knotted up and full of my come all day long if you were my omega. Knock you up so good.”
The filth he was spewing was so outrageous it shocked Michael into an orgasm. He came with a cry, milking the other alpha’s knot greedily.
Fucking hell.
So fucking good.
He moaned in protest when Anthony’s knot had deflated enough to slip out of him.
