Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 56786 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56786 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Lucien shrugged with one shoulder. “Have you fucked him yet?” he said, stepping forward.
Aksel eyed him in silence.
“I haven’t fucked your father,” he said at last, deliberately obtuse. Had he been a better man, a kinder man, a more sober man, he wouldn’t try to get a rise out of Lucien. But the rejected, wounded beast in him didn’t want to be kind or understanding. It wanted to hurt, as much as Lucien had hurt him.
Lucien took another step forward. “Don’t play dumb,” he said, jabbing a finger into Aksel’s chest. “You know who I mean.”
Aksel looked down at the slender finger and then at its owner.
“Stop touching me,” he said flatly, trying to ignore the way his heart was pounding and his blood was rushing south. It was infuriating, the way Lucien could arouse him without even trying while Aksel felt nothing when he was being flirted with and touched by the most beautiful omegas in the country—by his own fiancé.
“I’m not touching you!” Lucien bit out, jabbing his finger into his chest again. “Have you fucked my little brother yet?”
Aksel looked him in the eyes. “What is it to you? It’s none of your business where I stick my cock, is it? You don’t care.”
Lucien lifted his chin. “That’s right. I don’t. You’re my stepson. I don’t care if you stick your cock in every omega in the country! Or every beta and alpha!”
Aksel imagined wrapping his hands around Lucien’s pretty neck and strangling it. “You sure sound rattled for someone who doesn’t care. Do you want me to tell you how good his cunt felt?”
Lucien flushed. “You—you! I hate you!”
Aksel put his hands on Lucien’s shoulders. Felt him shudder.
“You’re trembling,” Aksel said, studying him carefully.
“From revulsion,” Lucien said, lifting his chin.
“Revulsion,” Aksel repeated before inhaling the sweet, intoxicating scent drifting from the omega. “That’s not what revulsion smells like.”
Lucien flushed. “It’s just a physiological reaction to an alpha—any alpha. You’re not special. I’d get wet for any alpha with a hard—”
Growling, Aksel shoved him against the wall. “Any alpha?”
“Yes!”
Aksel ground his cock against Lucien’s. “If any cock will do, your stepson’s is as good as any, right?”
Shuddering, Lucien shook his head, but his hips were writhing wantonly, riding the bulge in Aksel’s pants.
Aksel stared at him, hating him, hating him so much, for the hold Lucien still had on his heart. It made him so angry. It made him want to be cruel.
“Does this make you feel dirty and disgusting?” he said, grinding his clothed cock between Lucien’s legs. “Wanting your stepson’s cock in you? It should. I can smell how sloppy your cunt already is.”
Lucien whined, his face flushed, his eyes glazed.
Aksel flipped him around, pressing him to the wall with a hand on his back. “Strip,” he said coldly, his tone like a whip.
For a moment, he thought Lucien would refuse. Aksel had never treated him this harshly outside of his rut before. Although he’d never treated him with kid gloves, he’d always tried not to be too rough during sex, mindful of Lucien’s past.
He couldn’t be gentle right now. He was too angry to be gentle. Too hurt.
But even as angry as he was, he still wouldn’t force Lucien if he refused.
But Lucien didn’t.
His hands trembling, he unzipped and yanked his trousers and underwear down before kicking them away.
“Present,” Aksel bit out, staring hungrily at the perfect, smooth skin of Lucien’s pert ass.
With a small whimper, Lucien arched his back, raising his ass obscenely.
Fuck.
Aksel couldn’t wait anymore. Yanking his zipper down, he pulled his cock out and pressed the thick head against Lucien’s fluttering, wet hole. Lucien whined, trying to get it inside, but Aksel didn’t let him. Gripping his hip with his hand, he ground out, “Beg.”
“I hate you,” Lucien choked out.
“The feeling is mutual,” Aksel said, wishing it were true. But it wasn’t. And it made him even more cruel. “Now beg. Or I’ll go stick it into your brother’s—”
Lucien growled and, whirling around, shoved him hard.
Aksel tripped, more from surprise than the force of the push, and landed on his back. Between one blink and another, Lucien was on top of him and slamming down onto Aksel’s cock. “Mine,” he snarled, burying his face in Aksel’s throat and biting his scent gland hard. “Mine, mine, mine,” he muttered deliriously, his wet hole squeezing Aksel’s cock tightly as he rode him hard and fast.
Aksel groaned, his mind reeling from shock and arousal—and ugly, desperate hope.
He tried to speak, find out what Lucien meant, but he couldn’t. It had been too long, too long since he’d felt the sweet tightness of Lucien’s body around him. He couldn’t control himself, couldn’t control the shift. He felt his bones rearrange and his clothes rip as he shifted into his Xeus form, his cock thickening inside Lucien, making the omega whine. And then Aksel was flipping them and shoving Lucien under him, rutting into him like the beast he was. Matematemate sounded in his head as his hips snapped forward, driving into the sloppy wet hole of his omega.