Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 60378 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 302(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60378 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 302(@200wpm)___ 242(@250wpm)___ 201(@300wpm)
It didn’t work.
He looked at his erection in frustration before grabbing it and starting to stroke it mindlessly. Just get off. He was going to just get off, to get rid of the aggression under his skin. He wasn’t going to think of anything.
Just get off.
But the more he stroked his cock, the less in control of his thoughts he became. Michael gritted his teeth, trying not to think of anything, but a thought sneaked in: what would all those people in the ballroom think if they knew that the powerful Earl of Terlaine had been mounted like a bitch by the man who stood beside him?
He shuddered, anger, shame, and humiliation twisting in his gut, even as his cock throbbed and leaked, his asshole clenching with phantom sensation. He couldn’t stand it—Michael shoved his other hand down and pressed his fingers against his hole hard. It hurt, it didn’t feel good at all, and he was viciously, almost triumphantly, glad that it hurt. It meant he was normal. He wasn’t enjoying such perversion. All he wanted was a tight hole around his cock. He was an alpha. Alphas wanted to fuck, to take someone. He didn’t want a cock in him. He didn’t want to be fucked and knotted by a thick, long alpha cock—
Michael groaned and came all over his hand.
Fuck.
***
All right. It was clear there was no avoiding the issue.
He needed to think about it rationally.
Michael drummed his fingers over the armrest of his chair restlessly, a deep wrinkle forming between his brows as he thought about his predicament.
Clearly something had gone wrong after Belith. Some wires had crossed, some instincts had gotten twisted. It could happen to anyone. It didn’t mean anything.
He simply had to find a solution. And then everything would go back to normal.
Facts: he still wasn’t attracted to other alphas. If anything, he felt even more on edge around them than he used to, constantly wanting to assert his dominance. The only exception was Anthony, who made him want to assert his dominance and show him his belly, the two contradictory urges driving him crazy.
Biting the inside of his cheek, Michael decided to set the Anthony problem aside. It wasn’t as urgent as the other problem right now. The other problem being that he was fixated on the memory of being fucked by a thick, alpha cock.
His cock twitched at the mere thought, and Michael hissed and glanced at his crotch in dismay.
He had always scoffed at the idea of alphas being ruled by their knots. Sure, he had a healthy sex drive and was as vulnerable to omega pheromones as any alpha, but he had never let his cock do the thinking. He wasn’t one of those knotheads who couldn’t control themselves.
Until now, apparently.
Michael pinched the bridge of his nose.
All right.
Maybe he just needed to indulge this obsession a little, to regain control again. No sexual obsession lasted forever. It was just a phase. It had to be. Maybe he could simply get it out of his system. By fucking himself with something.
His asshole clenched, his pulse spiking. The alpha in him growled at the thought of such a debasing, unalpha-like act, even if no one else would ever know. Yet his cock hardened so quickly it was clear his body welcomed the idea, no matter how fiercely his mind resisted.
Fine.
All right. He was going to try it. It wouldn’t mean anything. It was just a weird phase. Hopefully what had happened on Belith had been a fluke and he would hate it.
That would be a nice solution to his problem.
***
Michael made sure to lock the door before he took off his clothes and got into his bed.
He stared at the bottle of lube for a moment. It seemed to stare back at him. Taunting him.
Swallowing, he reached for it and slicked his hand up.
This didn’t mean anything. He was just going to try it, be disappointed, and get over it. He couldn’t wait to go back to being a normal alpha who didn’t get turned on at the thought of stuffing something into his ass.
Lying on his back, Michael spread his thighs and reached between them. His slick fingers found his hole easily. He bit his lip as he pushed a finger in. It felt… off. Yet his cock hardened, jutting out obscenely between his muscular thighs—the thighs of an alpha. Gods, it looked so damn wrong. But. He wanted more. He pushed another finger in, and a gasp left his lips. So wrong, but the stretch felt amazing. He shoved a third finger inside himself, as deep as possible, and moaned, his hole clenching around them greedily. Yes, yes, more. He finger-fucked himself, hard and fast, his eyes squeezed shut. It felt so good. It had no right to feel so good.