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)
But it still wasn’t enough.
He needed more.
Before he could think twice, he shoved a fourth finger in, and keened. Fuuuck. His hips were moving, trying to get his fingers deeper, moans slipping from his lips non-stop. So full. He was so full. But not as full as he’d been with Anthony’s huge, alpha cock filling him up and pounding into him—
Michael came with a ragged cry, his head tipping back, his throat exposed before he even realized it.
He opened his eyes, struggling to steady his breath. His body still hummed from release, but there was a hollow dissatisfaction too, as if something essential was missing.
He craved more.
Chapter 6
Michael hadn’t really expected that one time would be enough to get over this strange phase, but even he hadn’t expected how bad things would get within days.
And they were bad. Fucking disastrous.
“Ah!” Michael moaned as the dildo in him moved steadily. Opening his eyes, he caught a glimpse of his shamelessly spread legs and big alpha cock bouncing uselessly between them. He squeezed his eyes shut. If he didn’t see the extent of his depravity, it was a little easier. “Ah!” He found the dildo’s remote and ramped up the speed—he wanted to be fucked harder and faster. The dildo complied, but it still wasn’t quite enough. He wanted something different—he wanted it rougher, like a real alpha would give it to him, strong fingers digging into Michael’s hips as he plowed into Michael’s greedy hole. What a cockslut, the alpha would growl into his ear, slamming into him. Look how desperate you are to be fucked by a real alpha, like a bitch in heat.
Michael came with a cry, his throat arching and his asshole squeezing around the hardness in him, needing more. Needing a knot.
Goddammit.
***
Michael tried to act normal. He was an adult. He couldn’t exactly spend all his time masturbating in his room and ignoring his duties. So he still managed his businesses and attended social events. He still flirted with omegas.
But all he seemed to think about was how soon he could get something inside of him. These days, his hole stayed slick and sensitive from constant use, and it was more than a little uncomfortable to attend social events and meet other people’s eyes when Michael could still feel how tender his asshole was. How eager it was to be filled up again.
It was a good thing Michael was great at compartmentalizing.
What he did in the privacy of his room was no one else’s business. It didn’t mean anything—didn’t say anything about his worth as an alpha. He was still an alpha.
“I’m an alpha,” he repeated to himself as he unwrapped the knotting dildo he’d ordered anonymously.
His cock was already hard as a rock as he stared at the toy.
This didn’t mean anything, either.
***
Michael wasn’t actually picky about what he shoved into his hole when he was horny. But his knotting dildo quickly became his favorite. These days, he felt unsatisfied if he didn’t feel a huge knot stretching his hole to the point of pain. He loved how overwhelming it felt, wrong-too much-too big, how humiliating and demeaning it was, to be desperate enough to stuff himself with a fake knot. It made him feel pathetic, but he was utterly addicted to the feeling, craving it constantly.
Michael hated it. He hated that he couldn’t get through the day without fucking himself on a fake alpha cock; without it, he could hardly focus on work. It was fucking horrible. This phase couldn’t end fast enough. This obsession had to end soon if it was just a phase.
Michael couldn’t even imagine the alternative. How was he going to marry an omega if he was far more interested in stuffing his hole with fake alpha cocks?
It had been almost two weeks, but his sexual preferences were very far from being back to normal. He was still the depraved alpha who craved being fucked. By now, it was becoming a serious problem.
Michael heaved a sigh, considering his options. He could marry a male omega, he supposed, but there was no guarantee that the omega would be interested in fucking his alpha husband. Most of them would likely find it too unnatural. And truth be told, the idea didn’t sit well with him, either. Something about the thought of letting an omega fuck him made his inner alpha growl and snarl. His instincts likely wouldn’t allow it.
An omega’s cock would be too small anyway, said a voice at the back of his head.
Michael grimaced, but that was a valid point. With the way he’d come to crave the thickness of fake knots, it was highly unlikely he’d find an omega’s cock satisfying even if his spouse were inclined to fuck him.
So, toys it was. There was no other option.
It wasn’t like Michael would ever let an alpha fuck him.