Page 58 of Undone
“Pfft,” Jules said. “You might still be able to sire kids in fifty years, but no one wants an old dad. That’s no fun for the kids! Come on, there has to be an omega you’d want to settle down and start a family with!”
Anthony carefully didn’t look at Michael. He wondered what his brothers would say if they knew just how much his thoughts were fixated on breeding a certain someone right now.
“That’s none of your business, Juli,” he said.
“So thereissomeone!” Jules said triumphantly.
In his peripheral vision, Michael turned his head to him.
Anthony’s neck felt hot. Would Michael judge him if he found out? Would he be disgusted? Offended?
“There’s no one,” Michael cut in, his voice a little sharp. When the brothers looked at him, Michael flushed. “I mean, as far as I know.”
Anthony stared at him. Was that disgust… or jealousy?
Laying a hand on Michael’s shoulder, he said, “I need to talk to you, come on.”
Michael gave the baby back to Jules and allowed Anthony to steer him away. Quashing the urge to move his hand to Michael’s nape, Anthony guided him to the guest room he used whenever he stayed at the palace.
“What is it?” Michael said as they entered the room.
Anthony steered him toward the bed and pushed him down.
“Ant,” Michael said, his face becoming rather red as Anthony climbed on top of him. “Seriously? No—not here. Come on, dinner will be served soon and everyone will be looking for us.”
Anthony ignored him, burying his face in his neck while his hands worked on getting Michael’s pants off. He inhaled deeply, trying to catch a whiff of Michael’s real scent. Fuck, he wanted to bite at his scent gland, but he couldn’t. It was too risky now. Michael was an omega now; the bite might take. The thought made his canines itch as Anthony sucked and licked the scent gland, encouraging Michael’s real scent. He groaned when he could finally smell it. Michael smelled of arousal. No matter what he said, he wanted this as badly as Anthony did.
“I haven’t been inside you in days,” he said, throwing Michael’s pants aside and tugging off his plain boxers. He wondered how Michael would look in sexy omega underwear. Would he want to wear it? Forhim?
“You shouldn’t be inside me at all,” Michael said breathlessly. “Normal friends don’t fuck as much as we do, you know.”
“Who cares,” Anthony said, yanking his fly open. “I love fucking you, and I know you need it. You need a hard, alpha cock in you.” He touched Michael’s hole and found it as wet as he’d expected.
Michael moaned, spreading his legs like the cock slut he was. “All right, let’s make it quick though. We don’t have much time.”
Anthony chuckled. “You’re always quick.”
Michael smacked him on the back in retaliation, but let out another moan as Anthony guided his cock into his slick cunt.
“Fuck, I love how drenched you get for me,” Anthony said, wrapping his hand around Michael’s throat. “Such a good bitch.”
Michael glared at him, but he couldn’t hide the way his scent sweetened with arousal. He secretly loved being humiliated and slut-shamed. Anthony wondered if it was weird that he found it so arousingandendearing.
He stared at Michael’s face, transfixed, as his hips hammered into him, the wet sound and the slaps of their bodies obscene.
Michael was panting. “Stop looking at me—ahh—it’s weird.”
“You’re gorgeous,” Anthony said, slipping his free hand under Michael’s shirt and fondling his pecs. “Your tits are so sensitive now.”
Michael flushed. “Shut up,” he said, hips moving wantonly to meet Anthony’s thrusts.
“They’d become even more sensitive if you got knocked up.”
Gasping, Michael squeezed his eyes shut. “Shut up.”
“Would you like that?” Anthony crooned, leaning down and folding Michael in half to press their foreheads together. “I could knock you up so good. Breed you like you deserve.”
“Ahh,” Michael moaned, his eyes glassy with desire.
