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)
“Pull my cock out,” he commanded, staring at the sluggishly bleeding bite mark. Unable to suppress the urge, he leaned down and licked the wound, pushing his pheromones into his saliva. He wanted to cover the other alpha’s stink with his own scent, mark him through his blood, from the inside.
Michael made a punched-out noise, his body jerking. “Ant...”
“Do it.”
There was a shaky inhale, and then fingers scrambled between their bodies, pawing at his crotch clumsily before yanking the zipper open.
“Touch me,” Anthony said, squeezing the other alpha’s throat harder. “Get me off.”
The man under him trembled, but his grip was firm and greedy as he started stroking Anthony’s cock. His hand was big and strong, nothing like an omega’s. The wrongness of it, the stench of another alpha, the big body under him... it sharpened the arousal somehow, making Anthony groan and thrust into the other alpha’s hand, fucking it nastily.
“Ant, I can’t breathe,” Michael choked out. Anthony focused his gaze on him, taking in Michael’s glazed eyes and flushed face, his hand obediently stroking Anthony’s cock despite the fact that Anthony was choking him. He looked absolutely wrecked, his lips wet and bitten red.
No alpha should have a mouth like that.
Anthony wrenched his cock free and moved up the other alpha’s body until his cockhead bumped against that red, full mouth. “Open up.”
Michael swallowed. “What—I’m not—I’m not doing it.” He glared at Anthony, his cheeks pink. “Are you out of your fucking mind?”
He probably was. There was a sick part of him that wanted to force Michael. To force him to take it. To shove his cock down the other alpha’s throat and brutalize it until Michael couldn’t breathe around his cock—and couldn’t breathe without it.
No. He wasn’t that far gone.
Grabbing Michael’s dark gold hair in his fist, Anthony tugged it, forcing him to bare his throat completely. Then he let his erection drag over it, over the masculine line of Michael’s throat. It looked nothing like an omega’s neck: thick and strong, the alpha stench of it unmistakable. There should have been nothing arousing about it. But seeing his cock sullying another alpha’s throat like that only made Anthony burn with such insane arousal he could barely think straight.
He pressed his cockhead against Michael’s mating gland, watching with a perverse, twisted sort of pleasure as his precome dripped over it, scent-marking Michael so thoroughly his scent started covering the other alpha’s offensive smell. The animal in him liked it.
“Ant,” Michael stammered out. He looked wrecked. Overwhelmed. “What are you doing?”
He had no idea. It was as though the world around them had faded around the edges, leaving only the man under him in sharp focus. The urge to sully, to dominate, to crush, to take was so strong it left no room for rational thought.
He yanked at Michael’s shirt and ripped it open.
“What the hell, Ant?”
Michael’s chest was as strong and muscular as his own. Alpha. It shouldn’t have been so arousing, but it was. Anthony dragged his leaking cockhead over Michael’s pecs, over his pink nipples. Michael gasped, his eyes becoming glazed. His cock was rock hard again.
“Look at you,” Anthony heard himself say, his voice low and mean. “You look like a slut.”
“Fuck you,” Michael ground out, as if Anthony couldn’t smell his arousal. “I am an alpha.”
Scoffing, Anthony grabbed Michael’s thick pecs, kneading them roughly. He forced Michael’s chest together under his palms, studying the result with a hungry sort of satisfaction. Michael’s pecs looked like tits when they were pressed like that. Anthony groaned as he pushed his cock into the hole they created.
“What are you doing,” Michael hissed. “I’m going to kill you for this.”
“I don’t see you pushing me away,” Anthony said, and Michael flushed, glaring daggers at him.
His chest rose and fell with anger. Michael’s alpha tits looked so good around his cock. Anthony started thrusting, fucking those tits with relish. Fuuuck. So damn good. But not enough. His cock was too big and long for this to get him off. “Stick your tongue out,” he said. “Now.”
Michael glared at him, breathing hard, but he did as he was told, sticking his pink tongue out of his mouth. Anthony adjusted his angle so that his cockhead rubbed against the other alpha’s tongue on every upward thrust. He groaned, thrusting harder and harder, until he found himself shifting forward and pushing into Michael’s mouth completely. Michael made a protesting noise around his cock but didn’t try to pull away or bite it. He just lay there and took it as Anthony fucked his mouth roughly, wrapping his hand around Michael’s neck again. Wet, tight heat. So damn good. Anthony slammed his cockhead against the other alpha’s throat, groaning as it constricted around him. Fuck yeah, take it.
He caught something in his peripheral vision—the remote Michael had used to turn the sex toy off. The dildo had to be still inside him, fuck. The image of his friend—a strong, muscular alpha—with a dildo in his ass was probably forever burned into his retinas. The knowledge that it was his cock that had turned Michael into someone who got off on being fucked was as disturbing as it was intoxicating.