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)
“What are you even doing here?” he said once they reached it. “You shouldn’t be going out so soon after the full moon. You reek.”
Anthony’s lips twisted. He took a step closer, his thick scent all Michael could breathe. It was fucking unbearable.
“Is that what you wanted to talk about?” he said mildly.
“You know it isn’t,” he bit out. “Why are you trying to steal the omega I’m courting?”
Anthony gave him an amused little smile. “You didn’t even know his name.”
Gods, he wanted to punch him so badly he was shaking with it.
“If you squeeze that poor glass any harder, it’ll break,” Anthony said, taking Michael’s drink away from him and bringing it to his own lips. He took a sip, looking Michael in the eyes. His muscular throat worked as he swallowed.
Michael felt hot and heavy between his legs.
“I knew his name,” Michael said belatedly. “I’ve danced with him twice.” That much he did know.
Anthony raised his eyebrows. “That’s practically a declaration of intent.”
Ugh, he couldn’t stand that mocking undertone, his fingers itching to punch him, to hurt him.
“I do,” he said tersely. “I do have serious intentions. I’m going to mate him.”
Anthony’s shoulders tensed up. Suddenly serious, he set the drink aside and took a step forward. “Are you?” he said, his breath brushing Michael’s face.
His heart was pounding so fast he felt almost dizzy. “Step away,” Michael bit out. “We’re in public.” The view might have been obstructed by the plant, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t be seen if someone cared enough to look.
“So what?” Anthony said with an infuriating little smirk. “There’s nothing wrong with two alphas leaning in close to be heard over the loud music, is there?”
Michael wet his lips with his tongue.
Anthony’s gaze fell to his mouth and darkened. “They don’t know,” he murmured, his voice very low. “They have no idea I had my cock in your mouth a few days ago—and that you liked it.”
Michael’s face was aflame. “Shut up.”
Anthony’s intent, observant eyes swept over him, lingering on his crotch, even though it was covered by Michael’s jacket. “Tell me,” he said, leaning against the wall with one shoulder and turning his back to the ballroom, shielding Michael completely from view. “If I put my hand on your cock now, will it be hard?”
Michael glared. “Shut up,” he repeated, but his voice came out weak and breathless.
Anthony smiled, something sharp and predatory in his expression. Slowly, he unbuttoned the bottom button on Michael’s suit jacket and slipped his hand under it.
Michael didn’t stop him for some reason. He bit his lip hard to keep himself from moaning as the other alpha’s large hand cupped his erection. “Don’t,” he managed, but his voice was unconvincing even to his own ears. “What are you doing?”
Anthony hummed, stroking his cock idly. “You have a nice cock,” he said, his tone very casual. “A nice alpha cock. Good for fucking omegas.” There was a sharp, intense glint in Anthony’s eyes as he met Michael’s gaze and stroked, and stroked, and stroked. “But that’s not what you want, is it? It’s useless.”
A moan slipped out of Michael’s mouth, his eyes becoming unfocused.
“Tell me,” Anthony said quietly against his ear, massaging his cock. “Have you used that dildo of yours today?”
The obscenity of the question coupled with the completely inappropriate public setting—and the completely inappropriate public groping—nearly made Michael come in his pants.
“You have,” Anthony stated, his tone strange. There was something both pleased and displeased about it. His teeth scraped Michael’s earlobe as he whispered hoarsely, “Did you imagine it was me fucking you?”
“Fuck off,” Michael managed, but his hips were jerking forward into Anthony’s hand, seeking friction, needing more. “I’m not like that. I’m going to court—Giles.”
Anthony huffed a laugh. “What would dear Giles say if he could see you now? If he could see you grinding against my hand like a bitch in heat? In public, no less.”
“Fuck you,” Michael moaned, unable to still his hips.
“Then again, he’d probably understand,” Anthony said, biting his earlobe again. “Wanna bet he’d be wailing on my knot within the hour if I put my mind to it?”
Michael went rigid, every muscle in his body locking up. His vision went red around the edges, his heart pounding with a combination of rage, toxic jealousy, and arousal. “Don’t you dare talk like that about the omega I intend to court.”
Anthony chuckled, the sound harsh and mean. “Let’s not pretend you’re jealous over him.” He squeezed Michael’s cock hard, and Michael went nearly cross-eyed with pleasure.
“Why are you doing this?”
“Doing what?” Anthony said in a low voice, his lips almost brushing Michael’s earlobe again. “Making you feel good?”
Michael glared at him. “Trying to make me jealous. Distracting me from my courtship. Feeling me up at a bloody ball—against my will.”