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“For putting up with me,” Anthony said with a wry smile. “I was an ass to you yesterday, and I probably wasn’t much better even while I was medicated.” Nope, you just mounted me and knotted me four times.
Anthony certainly hadn’t expected that his command would affect Michael in any way. But it had. His Voice had made Michael obey, as if he were a pup. Or an omega.
“So you did like it,” Anthony said in a strange tone of voice. “You liked being fucked by me so much you now need it.”
“Look at you,” Anthony heard himself say, his voice low and mean. “You look like a slut.”
Slut, Anthony thought, fucking his cock harder into the other alpha’s mouth. “What would people say if they saw you now? The perfect Earl of Terlaine, being fucked in both holes like a bitch and loving it.”
He walked to the mirror and stared dazedly at the bright red mark on his neck. Another alpha’s mark. His stomach turned. Nausea rose to his throat. But his cock twitched at the sight. Goddammit.
why he couldn’t seem to stop pushing Michael, why he’d felt a profound, twisted sense of satisfaction from making him come undone.
Michael seemed to be the only exception, the only alpha he wanted to mark up and dominate.
Fuck, this was a terrible mistake. He wouldn’t be able to live without this cock from now on. He wanted to ride it into oblivion.
“Fucking hell,” Anthony said breathlessly, his body rigid with tension as he stared at Michael. “You look cock-dumb. Even omegas in heat look less high than you.”
“But it’s true,” Anthony said, grabbing Michael’s ass and squeezing. “You look like a whore. Whore for alpha cock. You want my knot too? Want me to stuff my knot in you?”
Michael chewed on his bottom lip. Anthony tried not to stare. Lately he had caught himself looking at that pretty mouth and wondering what it would feel like to kiss it. It was the line he hadn’t allowed himself to cross. Kissing was largely pointless. Unnecessary in order to get off. He shouldn’t want to kiss an alpha. And yet.
The smile Michael gave him was so pretty Anthony had to kiss it off Michael’s lips.
“Knot me,” he choked out. “Knot me, alpha.” Anthony groaned and kissed him hard, grinding his cock in as his knot started inflating. “Such a knot-hungry little bitch,” he crooned, sounding drunk. “I’d keep you knotted up and full of my come all day long if you were my omega. Knock you up so good.” The filth he was spewing was so outrageous it shocked Michael into an orgasm. He came with a cry, milking the other alpha’s knot greedily.
“Do you remember when we first met? You probably don’t. You probably think it happened after the war.”
“It actually happened at Burton. You were a few years younger than me, so we didn’t have any classes together, but I saw you around.” A harsh chuckle. “It would have been hard not to notice you. You fucking shone. Even as a teenager, you were impossibly elegant and beautiful, while the rest of us were all awkward limbs and pimples. I had—”
“I had an enormous crush on you—until I found out you were going to be an alpha. I already knew I was about to be...
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He moved his hips, feeling the pressure against his hole increase until the cockhead finally slipped inside of his slick heat. Mmm. So good.
He’d never felt so complete. Utterly content. He’d die happily on that knot, milk that seed for days. He hoped it’d take. He wanted to be fat with his alpha’s baby. Michael’s eyes snapped open. What.
His heart beating fast, Michael moistened his lips with his tongue. “We—we shouldn’t have done this,” he said, glancing at the couch. Anthony smiled ruefully. “We shouldn’t have done a lot of things.”
Michael smiled wryly. “Mostly I’m just being selfish. I want him too much to give him up.” “That takes bravery too,” she said, running her fingers through his hair. “Giving your heart to someone is always scary.”
“You will marry me in two weeks,” Anthony said tightly. “Or I’ll knot you in front of your new fans. One way or another, they’ll know you’re mine.”
“I know I want you to be mine,” Anthony said, his voice clipped. “I want you to be mine always. I want you to look at me the way my brothers look at their mates. I want you to be all soft with me and shit.” Anthony laughed self-deprecatingly. “Apparently I need you to tell me how much you love me, too.”
Michael’s gaze became unbearably warm. “I want to dance with you,” he said. Whatever you want, Anthony thought dazedly. I’ll give you whatever you want.
