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)
He wasn’t that depraved.
Chapter 7
Normally, ruts were just a minor inconvenience for Michael. As a Vos alpha, he had it easier than Torryn alphas and especially Xeus alphas. Although his ruts happened more often than those of Torryn and Xeus alphas, they had never disrupted his routine; at most, they left him a little more aroused and aggressive than usual. He didn’t even stop attending social events during his ruts, confident in his self-control.
He wasn’t so confident in his self-control anymore. He already felt on edge around other alphas these days; he didn’t want to test his self-control during his ruts. So when his rut hit two weeks after his return from Belith, Michael chose to stay at home.
For the first time in years, he decided to employ an omega escort to help him through the rut. He didn’t need help, per se. It was mostly curiosity that made him hire a professional companion. He was curious—not worried—about how satisfying he’d find normal sex with an omega.
The omega he had chosen was on the taller side, nearly as tall as Michael himself, which was very rare for an omega. Obviously, as an alpha, Michael was still stronger.
He eyed the naked omega on his bed. He was beautiful, of course, all high-end escorts were, with messy dark hair and dark eyes framed with ridiculously long eyelashes. His body was lean and graceful, with a slim waist and smooth, pretty skin.
An image of thickly muscled abs with a trail of dark hair flashed to the forefront of Michael’s mind.
Swallowing, he shoved the thought away and drew in a deep breath—drew in the omega’s pleasant, sweet scent. His cock reacted to it, swelling to full hardness. Thank fuck. His body wasn’t completely broken.
“What’s your name?” Michael said.
The omega smiled, arching his pretty neck for him.
The next hour was... pleasant. Everything about the omega was pleasant: his scent, his body, his submissiveness, the way he tried to please the animal in Michael in every way.
And it worked. The full moon and his heightened alpha instincts ensured that Michael stayed hard throughout the hour. The sex was pleasant enough, but when it was over, a hollow disappointment settled in his chest. Disappointment and fear.
If sex with such a beautiful omega couldn’t excite him even during his rut, when his alpha instincts were at their most heightened, how much worse would it be outside his rut?
His dread and desperation growing, Michael looked down at the omega’s cock. It was on the bigger side for an omega. Nowhere near as big as his dildo—or an alpha’s cock—but a cock this size would be considered big even for a beta. It would probably feel pretty good inside of him.
Except the mere idea of submitting to an omega made his alpha’s hackles rise, a growl starting in his throat, his scent souring with disgust and mortification. He was an alpha. It was unnatural.
The omega sensed his unhappiness, of course. “Did I displease you in some way, my lord?” he said, looking at Michael warily.
“No,” he said, his tone shorter than he would have liked. “Thank you for your services. You may go.”
As the door shut behind the escort, Michael closed his eyes, defeat sinking heavy in his gut. His body still buzzed with the ache of an unspent rut.
Swearing under his breath, he reached into his nightstand and pulled out his dildo. Lubing it up, Michael pushed it inside his asshole without any prep. His hole didn’t really need prep these days.
He groaned as it filled him up. His instincts were going haywire—this felt even more perverse during his rut—but his cock was throbbing and his hole was clenching greedily around the thickness in him.
Fuck, he was screwed, wasn’t he? What kind of alpha sent a beautiful omega away in the middle of his rut, only to fuck himself on a knotting dildo? What kind of pervert did that make him?
If this wasn’t just a phase, he was royally screwed.
Chapter 8
“You’ve been avoiding me.”
It was an effort not to stiffen at the sound of the familiar voice.
Michael put on a neutral smile and turned around. Anthony was watching him with narrowed eyes.
“Avoiding you? Why would I be avoiding you?” Michael said, taking a sip of his drink. Truth be told, he had been avoiding Anthony. Even when their paths crossed at social events, Michael never lingered near Anthony, and there was almost always someone else there to act as a buffer.
Anthony stepped closer.
It took everything in him not to retreat, his stomach in knots, instincts bristling with agitation.
“I don’t know,” Anthony said, his blue eyes sweeping over Michael in an assessing manner. “You tell me.”
Michael snorted a laugh. “There’s nothing to tell.”
“Really?” Anthony said, stepping even closer. His wide shoulders filled Michael’s vision, blocking everything else. The chatter in the ballroom seemed to fade away, leaving Michael painfully aware of the other alpha.