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)
Gods, what was wrong with him?
Exhaling shakily, Michael said some excuse and walked away.
Footsteps sounded behind him just a few moments later.
“You’re being too obvious,” Michael hissed, glancing back at the other alphas. They seemed engrossed enough in the conversation, but all it would take was one person—one look—and they’d be ruined.
Anthony didn’t even glance at them, his gaze fixed on Michael as he stalked after him. His heart pounding, Michael quickened his steps, heading deeper into the gardens.
Finally, the music became quiet, the sounds of other guests distant. “Look—”
Anthony shoved him into the tree, his chest flush against Michael’s back.
“Ant!”
Anthony ground his erection against Michael’s ass lewdly. “Wanna fuck you,” he said, his hand already working on Michael’s fly.
“We can’t—not here!” Michael protested weakly. “Anyone could come across us.”
Anthony yanked his trousers down. The cool evening air hit his bare skin.
“I knew you didn’t have underwear on,” Anthony said, his voice low as he groped Michael’s cheeks before spreading them and touching his hole.
Michael bit his lip hard. “We can’t,” he repeated, trying to cling to the remnants of his sanity. “We don’t have lube.” It wasn’t even in the top ten reasons why they shouldn’t be doing this at someone’s garden party, but it was valid all the same.
“Fuck,” Anthony said, sounding pissed off, and ground his covered erection against his ass. He clearly really, really wanted to fuck him.
It made Michael feel all warm on the inside. He bit his tongue before he could say something stupid, like telling Anthony that he could fuck him without lube.
Suddenly, Anthony dropped to his knees behind him, and before Michael’s brain fully registered what was happening, his cheeks were spread open and a warm, wet tongue was licking his hole.
A cry left Michael’s mouth, his hips jerking.
“Quiet,” Anthony commanded before pushing his tongue inside him.
Oh gods, oh gods, oh gods.
It felt unbelievable. Unbelievably good. So, so good.
A distant part of Michael was trying to panic, because he was being rimmed against some tree by another alpha, and anyone could come across them. He could hear the sounds of other guests’ laughter, for fuck’s sake. This was too risky. They would be ruined if they were caught.
But he found it hard to care. All he cared about was the tongue licking his hole. He wanted it deeper. He couldn’t hold still, undulating against that tongue like some wild creature. Anthony gripped his hips, digging into his flesh as he devoured him.
He whined when Anthony suddenly stopped.
“Can’t wait anymore,” Anthony said roughly, jerking his fly open. He pressed his hand against Michael’s mouth. “Lick it. Get it wet.”
Michael did as he was told, licking and sucking on Anthony’s strong fingers.
Anthony groaned into his nape before pulling his hand away and using it to slick up his cock. “I’ll go slow,” he promised, pushing his cockhead against Michael’s hole.
Michael tried to relax, but gods, Anthony was big. They shouldn’t be fucking without proper lube. They shouldn’t be fucking, period.
But he wanted it. Wanted him.
“This is fucking annoying,” Anthony gritted out, pushing into him painfully slowly. “You’d be soaking wet for me if you were an omega.”
“Fuck you,” Michael managed.
Anthony chuckled breathlessly. “But we both know it’s true,” he said, teeth grazing his earlobe. “You would be dripping for me, always eager for my cock. Wouldn’t you?” His cock pressed against the spot in him that felt particularly good. “Wouldn’t you?”
“Yeah,” Michael whined, his eyes squeezing shut. “Just fuck me already. Don’t care if it hurts. I need it. Need you.”
Anthony groaned into the side of his face and started moving, carefully at first, then harder and faster, his fingers digging into Michael’s hipbones brutally.
Michael hoped it would bruise. He wanted to have his alpha’s marks on him everywhere. “Knot me knot me knot me,” he found himself muttering deliriously. “Knot me!”
“Can’t.” Anthony sounded physically pained. “It’d wreck you without lube. And we don’t have time. We need to be fast.” He wrapped his hand around Michael’s cock and started stroking it in time with his thrusts. “Come.”
“I can’t—I need more,” Michael said, breathing raggedly. “Want your knot. Need it, give it to me.”
Anthony hissed, mouthing his ear. “I’ll give it to you later. I’ll fill you up so good you’ll be so full you’ll feel me against your fucking heart. Later.” He bit Michael’s earlobe and commanded, “Now come.”
And Michael came, just like that.
Because his alpha commanded it.
Fuck.
Chapter 17
“There’s something wrong with me.”
Anthony opened his eyes and looked down at the naked man under him. It was difficult to focus when his heart was still racing and his knot was still pulsing, sending residual waves of pleasure through him. He’d done as he’d promised as soon as they returned from the garden party. His cock twitched as he thought about how wrecked Michael had looked on his knot, moaning non-stop and unable to get enough. It was the hottest thing he’d ever seen.