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)
Westcliff was a strikingly handsome man. He wasn’t much younger than Lucien, an alpha in his prime with impeccable manners and considerable charm.
But all Lucien felt in his presence was discomfort, the same discomfort he felt around all strange alphas. He didn’t want the duke to suck on his nipples. He couldn’t imagine allowing the duke to touch him intimately, no matter how handsome he was—the mere thought made him uneasy and cold. It seemed his new desires of the flesh weren’t enough to overcome his aversion to alphas. All alphas but Aksel.
God, he wished he felt cold around Aksel too. But he felt hot, his skin too warm and sensitive. His nipples were constantly erect, craving a mouth on them, and there was often a disconcerting feeling of slick trickling down his legs. He couldn’t look at Aksel without leaking, regardless of where they were. It was horrible.
Aksel could undoubtedly smell his arousal, but for once, he kept his distance, his blue eyes inscrutable as he stared at Lucien without approaching him.
Lucien didn’t know how to act around him anymore. He didn’t know what to say. He didn’t know how to behave. He didn’t know what he wanted. He knew what his body wanted—it wanted to walk over to Aksel and feed his teat into Aksel’s mouth, feel Aksel’s beard against his breasts—but Lucien’s mind still struggled with the obscenity of his desires.
Aksel was his husband’s son. It didn’t matter that he was an adult now; any intimate relations with him would be morally reprehensible and socially unacceptable. He shouldn’t crave Aksel’s mouth on his body. He should be above such filthy desires of the flesh.
But he wasn’t.
They were driving him crazy. For the first time since he was a young teenager, Lucien had to resort to masturbation to take the edge off, but it didn’t help much. He jerked off several times a day, stroking his cock and hole at every opportunity, but that only seemed to make him crave more. His touch-starved body wanted more. It wanted another person’s touch, another person’s strength over him, inside him.
He wanted something inside him.
The desire was absolutely foreign. The mere concept had been revolting to him ever since his first heat, but for the first time in twenty years, Lucien wanted it. Craved it. He even got hard every time he thought about it—about something thick and hard inside him, filling him up. Using him.
God, he didn’t know what to do about these desires, didn’t know how to suppress them. Increasing the dose of his suppressants wasn’t an option, since he was already on a high dosage as it was. Lucien shuddered to think how much worse it would have been had he not been on such strong suppressants.
His doctor advised him against switching to other suppressants when Lucien video-called to consult her.
“I can prescribe you a different drug, but I don’t think it’ll make a difference, Lucien,” she said. “Frankly, it was to be expected that after two decades on strong suppressants, they’d stop being very effective. That’s why I advised you to take a break from them once in a while, to allow your body to function as it should.”
Lucien winced, feeling a pang of regret for ignoring his doctor’s advice. “So there’s nothing I can do to stop feeling these... urges?”
She gave him a steady look. “These urges are completely natural, Lucien. I’ve told you numerous times how unhealthy it was for you to remain on such strong suppressants for decades. It’s no surprise that your body is finally rebelling against the constant drug abuse. Nature is smart. Frankly, I advise you to simply find an amicable partner to relieve your... urges.”
Blushing, Lucien thanked the doctor and hung up.
An amicable partner.
Unfortunately, the only amicable partner he could imagine relieving his urges was the one who was absolutely off-limits.
***
Things came to a head a few days later when Lucien stumbled across Aksel in an empty corridor.
It was the first time they had been completely alone since Aksel had pleasured him on the couch.
Lucien flushed as their eyes locked. “Aksel,” he said softly, sidestepping him and trying to ignore the wanton throb that started between his legs and in his breasts.
A firm hand gripped his arm. “We need to talk, Lucien.”
Lucien took in a shaky breath. “No, we really don’t. There’s nothing to talk about.”
“Nothing,” Aksel said flatly.
“Yes, nothing,” Lucien said, struggling to keep his expression calm and firm.
Aksel gave a short laugh. “Nothing? And the fact that I can smell your slick is nothing, too?”
“Aksel!” Lucien hissed, flushing and looking around. The corridor was empty, but…
“I’m not the only one who can smell it,” Aksel said, his eyes glinting as he laid a hand between Lucien’s legs and cupped his half-hard cock. “Everyone can.” He squeezed his cock, and Lucien whimpered, unable to believe it was happening, that Aksel really was groping him where anyone could come across them.