Forbidden (The Wrong Alpha #5) Read Online Alessandra Hazard

Categories Genre: Fantasy/Sci-fi, M-M Romance, Paranormal Tags Authors: Series: The Wrong Alpha Series by Alessandra Hazard
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Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 56786 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 284(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
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When Lucien nodded, Aksel groaned, leaning his forehead against the door as his strong hand flew over his red, thick cock. It was so close, so thick and veiny. It was obscene. Lucien couldn’t look away from it.

“Fuck, Luce,” Aksel said, looking at him with feverish, hungry eyes. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted this.”

God, this was so damn wrong.

“How long?” Lucien whispered hoarsely.

Aksel shook his head, his expression almost pained, his cock leaking pre-come profusely as he stroked it faster and faster, staring at Lucien with a mix of worship and resentment in his gaze.

“It’d be better if you don’t know,” he said with a laugh. “You might faint if you did.”

“I’m not as prudish as you think.”

“Not prudish,” Aksel said, his eyes slipping shut as he breathed harder and harder. “Just so damn pure. I feel like a right pervert, wanting to dirty you up with my come.” He opened his feverish blue eyes and stared at Lucien dazedly. “I want to make you drink my come, feed it to you like you fed me your milk.”

“Aksel!” Lucien choked out, scandalized by the utter wrongness of that comparison.

“See, you’re already horrified,” Aksel said with a mean, hard laugh. “And it’s actually one of my tamest fantasies.”

Lucien glared at him, pursing his lips.

“Fuck, your pout,” Aksel said, touching Lucien’s mouth with his free hand reverently. “I wanted to see you pout around my cock since I was—”

“Don’t,” Lucien said sharply, flushing. The more Aksel talked, the more glaring the wrongness of this was—and the more aroused he got. God, what was wrong with him?

“Just—just finish,” he said awkwardly, returning his gaze to Aksel’s angry, nearly-purple cock. It looked painful. And the more Lucien stared at it, the more aware he became of his own wet, empty hole. It would fit so nicely inside it.

He shook his head, trying to clear the haze of lust. No. It was one thing to fool around, but actual penetration was a step he wasn’t ready to take, no matter how much his body seemed to like the idea. It was out of the question. This was Aksel. Even fooling around with Aksel was wrong on so many levels without bringing penetrative sex into it.

But God, everything inside him ached the longer he stared at that cock, as if his body knew what it wanted. He got progressively wetter as Aksel stroked his thick cock inches away from his face, his hole twitching around nothing and his cock starting to harden again.

He nearly whined in disappointment when Aksel came all over his breasts. Such a waste, his omega instincts said. At the same time, his rational side couldn’t quite believe what he’d allowed Aksel to do.

He’d just allowed the son of his late husband to come all over his breasts.

Lucien yanked his shirt down and all but ran out of the room.

Chapter Nine

The next month was somehow both the best and worst month in Aksel’s life.

He could finally touch Lucien to his heart’s content—that was, until Lucien recovered from the pleasure Aksel had given him, grew uncomfortable and ashamed, and then avoided him like the plague for a day or two. Aksel couldn’t say he was surprised. Lucien was... Lucien. He would blame himself and feel guilty for every imagined sin. Aksel had little doubt that Lucien had gotten into his head that he was at fault for allowing Aksel liberties, as if he could force Aksel to eat him out or come all over his breasts.

Luckily, Lucien’s avoidance didn’t last long; he didn’t seem capable of resisting his impulses, so they ended up all over each other within days. And then the cycle of guilt and lust repeated itself, again and again.

It was maddening.

It was infuriating, because Lucien never said anything explicitly, forcing Aksel to be the initiator every time. Aksel could understand why. If Lucien didn’t say that he wanted him verbally, he could still claim plausible deniability at least in his own mind. Aksel had been happy enough to allow him to keep his delusions, as long as it kept Lucien’s shame and guilt at bay, but it was getting a little ridiculous. Ridiculous and frustrating. It was obvious that Lucien wanted it. He smelled of want, his scent receptive and eager, and his body... Fuck, these days, Lucien’s shirts seemed to get thinner and thinner, outlining his perfect tits obscenely, his nipples always hard and practically begging for Aksel’s mouth. He was flaunting his tits. He might as well be naked.

The sight drove Aksel fucking crazy. He wanted to latch onto his nipples right there, in front of everyone, and suck.

Fuck, it felt like he was always hard these days, his cock heavy and throbbing whenever Lucien was close. He was afraid that one day he would snap and take what was being offered.



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