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)
Michael focused his gaze on the sky with some difficulty, his body rigid with tension. If he moved away, would Anthony think it strange?
“Just a hunch. The skybox isn’t completely unrecognizable—see that bright star to the right? It’s Vergx for sure. No other star is that bright.” He breathed shallowly, trying not to breathe in Anthony’s scent. “Vergx is the top of the Raiola constellation when we look at it from our star system. Look at the stars around it. The constellation’s distorted, but still recognizable. That star, though—it doesn’t belong. See?” He was actually far from sure that star was their sun, but he had to keep talking—to keep Ant distracted.
Anthony hummed. “Maybe.” A pause. “Something is bothering you.”
It took an incredible effort not to stiffen.
Michael said lightly, “Of course something is bothering me. We’re stranded on an uninhabited planet, with no way to reach civilization.”
Anthony said nothing for a while.
“I served in Intelligence during the war,” he finally said, his voice mild. “I know when I’m being lied to, Mike.”
Michael chuckled. “Don’t call me that. You know my mother hates it. So plebeian.”
“You are avoiding my question.”
“There was a question?”
Anthony’s scent spiked with aggression, and Michael’s asshole clenched instinctively. Fuck, he needed to get away from him.
He got to his feet, feeling almost lightheaded from the sudden move. But it was easier to breathe—easier to think—now that Anthony’s overwhelming scent had stopped clogging his nose.
“I’m tired,” he said. “Good night.”
He strode back into the ship, trying not to feel like he was fleeing.
His heart was still pounding as he climbed back into his bed. He lay down on his back, his skin buzzing with agitation.
He’d never been so aware of his asshole.
Growling in frustration, Michael shoved a spare pillow between his legs, against his hole, trying to quell the strange, unnatural feeling, to make it go away.
He fell asleep like that.
When he woke up, he found himself grinding against the pillow—grinding the pillow between his cheeks, against his hole. It took his sleep-fogged brain a moment to catch up—and then Michael froze, horror and confusion crashing over him, before he shoved the pillow away. What the fuck.
No way.
No goddamn way.
***
It had been just a fluke.
He wasn’t responsible for what his body did during his sleep. That was what Michael had told himself.
But the problem wasn’t going away.
He was hyperaware of his hole in a way he never had been, especially when Anthony was near. It was worst when Anthony grew angry, his alpha scent thickening, turning sharp and foul. Michael’s empty asshole pulsed, haunted by the phantom cock that had filled it. It was disgusting. It was unbearable.
Michael took to avoiding his friend whenever he could get away with it. Anthony clearly could tell that something was off. He’d tried asking about it a few times, but Michael had become an expert at dodging questions and changing the subject. He knew he couldn’t do it forever, though.
But two days later, to his immense relief, they repaired the communicator and sent out an SOS. A passing ship picked them up within hours. Michael had never felt such profound relief.
Finally, the ordeal was over.
He could forget about it.
His life could now go back to normal.
Chapter 4
Being back on Eila felt strange. Surreal. It was hard to believe it had been only a week since he’d boarded Anthony’s ship. He didn’t feel like the same man.
Michael managed to sound normal when he said goodbye to Anthony. He even smiled and joked about Anthony being barred forever from picking the destinations for their hunting trips. Anthony rolled his eyes but laughed good-naturedly, clapping Michael on his back before getting into his helicopter.
Michael got into his own helicopter and relaxed back into the seat as the pilot took off. His skin prickled where Anthony’s hand had touched him, and he felt—
Michael gritted his teeth and stared out the window. He was back home. Everything was back to normal now.
But no matter what he told himself, it wasn’t.
Days later, his body still felt like a foreign thing, not his own. Other alphas’ scents agitated him now, and Michael found himself snapping even at his secretary when he came to update Michael on the paperwork he’d missed while away.
Maybe his body just needed to forget what had happened—forget the unnatural way he’d been forced to submit to another alpha. He was an alpha. An alpha who loved sex. Sex with omegas.
That was how Michael found himself watching porn that evening.
The omega on the screen was exactly his type: a red-haired young man with a beautifully proportioned body. The omega was moaning as he stroked his slim body, tweaking pink nipples, his thighs spread, his hole glistening with slick. He was hot.
Michael stroked his hardening cock, relieved that his body was responding as it should.
A bigger body stepped into the camera frame. A tall, dark-haired alpha. His long cock was almost touching his muscular stomach. Michael stroked his cock faster. The alpha yanked the omega’s thighs open and settled between them. The camera zoomed in on the alpha’s cockhead as it pushed into the omega’s hole. So fucking big. It must feel so good—it must feel so good being inside that pretty omega.