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)
Anthony didn’t even have the decency to look guilty. “Hugh said it might be a good idea to build up your resistance to my commands through innocuous orders that are easy to resist.”
“Fuck Hugh,” Michael bit off. “I didn’t give you permission to order me around like—like I’m some omega!”
“Don’t be sexist,” Anthony said mildly, his lips twisting. “It works on betas and pups too.”
Michael shoved him hard against the seat, pressing his forearm against Anthony’s throat. “Shut up,” he gritted out. “Why are you acting like this?”
Anthony grabbed his arm and wrenched it away from his throat, pinning it against the seat. “Like what?” he said, seemingly calm. But the thickening of his scent betrayed that he wasn’t as calm as he appeared. Then again, no alpha would be entirely calm when another alpha had an arm on their throat. “I’m trying to help you.”
“Bullshit,” Michael said, baring his teeth and shoving Anthony harder against the seat. Fuck, he wanted to hurt him. He wanted to punch him, make him bleed. He felt nearly dizzy with that want. “You’re obsessed with provoking unnatural reactions from me. Part of you likes it. I can tell, Anthony.”
Anthony’s jaw tightened. “I’m hardly obsessed,” he said evenly. “I’m not the one in another alpha’s lap.”
Growling, Michael pushed the other alpha harder against the seat, pinning him there with his weight. “I’m not in your lap. You’re under me.”
Anthony’s scent flared, choking the narrow space between them with alpha pheromones. He grabbed Michael’s nape and shoved him against the seat, flipping their positions.
“Get off me.” Michael’s heart was pounding so hard it felt like it was about to jump out of his chest. He bucked, trying to throw the other alpha off, but he had no leverage. And Anthony was stronger. Heavier. And he was on top of him.
No, no, no, he begged his body as his cock thickened and his system flooded with rage, terror, and sickening arousal.
Anthony’s nostrils flared. He could undoubtedly smell his arousal too.
Michael flushed, beyond humiliated. “Get off me,” he repeated. “Now.”
But it almost seemed as though Anthony hadn’t even heard him: he didn’t react at all, his nostrils flaring as he inhaled deeply, his eyes fixed on Michael’s face with an expression that was unnervingly intense.
“Ant,” Michael bit off. “Snap out of it.”
Anthony’s gaze became more present. “Sorry,” he said gruffly. And didn’t move.
Michael shot him an incredulous look. “What the fuck, man? Get off me!”
Finally—finally—Anthony did as he was told, his movements stiff and jerky. He tugged at his tie and turned his head away, staring out the window.
Michael moved as far from him as was possible, his mind racing with confusing thoughts that refused to settle. He didn’t understand what was going on with Anthony.
“What the hell was that?” he said at last, breaking the silence.
Anthony didn’t reply immediately. “You’re right,” he said when Michael had started thinking that he wasn’t going to reply at all. “I know I crossed the line.”
“But why? That’s what I don’t understand. You’ve been acting strange, Ant.”
Anthony finally looked at him. His face was largely inscrutable, but his gaze was dark, something disturbed in his expression. Something disturbing. “It bothers me that I don’t remember it.”
Michael blinked, utterly confused. What?
Anthony’s lips twisted into something rueful. “I know it makes no sense. I shouldn’t want to remember it. But ever since you told me what happened...” A muscle jumped in his cheek. “I can’t stop thinking about it. I suppose—I suppose I’m curious.”
“Curious,” Michael repeated.
“About what happened,” Anthony said stiffly. “I just can’t wrap my mind around me fucking another alpha—fucking you.”
There was a pulling sensation in the pit of his stomach that Michael couldn’t identify. “I’m not exactly repulsive,” he said dryly.
Anthony gave a laugh. “Don’t be an idiot—it’s not about your looks.” His eyes roamed over Michael’s face before he averted his gaze. “You know you make most omegas look plain.” He tugged at his tie again, loosening the knot. “I just have trouble believing that I’ve fucked you. You’re an alpha.”
Michael grimaced. “Yeah... Sometimes it seems surreal even to me, and I actually remember everything.”
Blue eyes peered at him with that familiar, odd intensity. “Did you hate it?”
“What kind of question is that?” Michael said, struggling to keep his face blank. “Of course I hated it.”
Anthony regarded him for a long moment before moving closer, his heavy pheromones flooding Michael’s senses once again. “If you truly hated it, then why are you aroused now?”
Michael glared at him. “I already told you—what happened messed with my system.”
“But why would my proximity arouse you if your body didn’t associate it with something arousing?”
“What are you trying to imply?” Michael bit out, feeling cornered and hating it.
Anthony’s eyes roved over his face again. “Did you enjoy it physically?” he said, his voice very low. “Having my knot in you?”