Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 54759 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54759 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
Liam writhed, trying to fuck himself faster with his fingers, but his wrist ached already after hours of this torture. It probably would have been easier if he had a dildo, but because of his low libido he had never even bothered with the toys unmated omegas used during their heats and he was too embarrassed to ask to borrow one from Jules or Eric.
Besides, he had a feeling a toy wouldn’t be enough anyway. No matter how many times he came, it didn’t really satisfy the ravenous feeling inside him. On some deep, primitive level Liam knew only an alpha’s knot—an alpha’s seed—would sate him.
It was past midnight when Liam couldn’t stand it anymore.
Reaching out to his nightstand, he picked up his phone. Finding Anthony’s name, he typed a quick message.
In heat. Need you.
He stared at the message with blurry, dazed vision, his trembling thumb hovering over Send.
He shouldn’t. A mistake made in the heat of the moment was one thing. Making it on purpose, inviting that mistake into his bedroom… it seemed too enormous to contemplate. It was a sin. The worst kind of sin. Anthony was his brother.
With a strangled sob, Liam dropped the phone on the floor and shoved his hand under the pillow to stop himself from reaching for it again.
Brother. Brother, brother, brother. He shouldn’t want his older brother’s cock in him. Anyone’s but his.
But his body didn’t care. It ached. It hungered.
By two in the morning, Liam was literally crying, tears of frustration streaming down his cheeks. The worst part was, he was completely aware of everything going on—he didn’t fall into a heat daze like Dainiri omegas did, his mind still clear and wide awake as his body trembled, ached, and burned for something that wasn’t there. It was torture. He couldn’t stand it anymore. He couldn’t.
Liam grabbed his phone blindly and sent the message.
And then he waited, hating himself for being so weak and giving in. He could only hope Anthony wouldn’t come (he hoped desperately that he would).
Time stretched.
Maybe Anthony was asleep. Maybe he was doing the smart thing and staying away.
A quiet knock on the door made him freeze.
He turned his head toward it, his nostrils flaring. That familiar, exquisite alpha scent hit his senses and Liam whimpered, a gush of slick running down his leg.
He should have told him to go away.
Instead, he murmured through parched lips, “Enter.”
Liam closed his eyes when he heard the door open.
If he couldn’t see it, it wasn’t real.
It could be any alpha. Any virile alpha with a hard, thick cock would do. Maybe it was a total stranger. Maybe it was a total stranger pushing his bare thighs open and settling between them, breathing as unsteadily as Liam was.
Their harsh breathing was the only sound in the room.
Something hard pressed against his slick hole, teasing his entrance.
Liam whined, needing it inside so badly he was shaking with it. Please, please, please.
A push, and Liam groaned, his back arching as a thick cock shoved inside him. Gosh, finally.
The alpha on top of him cursed through gritted teeth, his heavy hips pinning Liam to the mattress, his hard cock the only thing connecting them. Fuck, it felt so thick, so wonderful inside him, huge, hot and so damn right. Liam was gasping from sheer relief, his body finally getting what it had been craving for hours.
“Liam,” the alpha ground out. “I—”
“Shut up,” Liam cut him off, wrapping his legs around him as tightly as he could. He was half-afraid Anthony would change his mind and leave. Besides, he didn’t want to talk. If they didn’t talk, he could pretend this alpha was a stranger, not his—his—
“Fuck me,” Liam demanded, squeezing the cock inside him. “Give me your knot.”
Growling, the alpha buried his face in Liam’s pillow, their cheeks brushing, and snapped his hips forward.
Liam cried out, all his senses full of alpha pheromones and his body full of alpha cock. Another hard thrust, and Liam thought he might expire from pleasure. He’d never felt better in his life, satisfied on such a base, primitive level, as if this was what he’d been born for. It felt terrifying and terrifyingly good, and Liam couldn’t get enough, whimpering and groaning at every thrust of that cock. The smell of him, that scent that was trapped in his head, brought Liam to the brink of release in just a dozen thrusts. He came with a weak cry, and it felt like his orgasm lasted forever.
He lay there, basking in pleasure as the alpha on top of him took his own, slamming hard into him, using him, a virile alpha using a bitch in heat. The thought made Liam moan and spread his legs wider, his need awakening again. He wanted his alpha to come. He wanted his knot. He wanted his seed, more than anything.