Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 54960 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 275(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54960 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 275(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
Haydn swallowed, his skin hot and his body hypersensitive. He tried not to think about what Aksel was probably doing now: his dark head moving between Lucien’s pale thighs, sucking his cock and then maybe licking his hole. The image was beyond arousing, but it wasn’t because he imagined himself in Aksel’s place. No, he imagined himself in Lucien’s, except it wasn’t Aksel between his legs. It was Royce. Royce, sucking his cock and then pulling his cheeks open to put his tongue inside of him.
The sheer wrongness of that thought nearly made him moan. Biting his lip, he shifted and involuntarily rubbed his ass against Royce’s hard dick.
Royce hissed, his arm around him tightening. “Stop squirming, damn you,” he murmured into his ear, his breath hot against the sensitive shell.
Haydn shivered, wanting.
Outside the closet, Lucien’s moans grew in volume, wanton and high-pitched, and they made something in Haydn’s lower stomach grow hot and needy. He rubbed his ass against Royce’s cock again.
Royce cursed. “All right,” he bit out, jerking Haydn’s fly open and yanking his pants and underwear down.
There was some fumbling before Royce’s erection pressed between Haydn’s bare cheeks.
Haydn shivered. Part of him was insisting that this was wrong, that he shouldn’t be allowing an alpha to do it to him, but his doubts were drowned out by the fire in his veins. Royce’s hand stroked his trembling stomach before finally wrapping around his hard cock. Haydn had to shove a hand against his mouth to stop himself from moaning. Royce’s hand was big, firm, and confident as it stroked him, and it felt so good on his aching cock, but for some reason, the cock grinding between his buttocks seemed to be the focus of his world. When the slippery head caught in his hole a little, Haydn shuddered, moaning against his own hand. Fuck. He wanted that cock. He didn’t care how wrong it was, didn’t care that he was an alpha, and an alpha wasn’t supposed to want such things. He wanted it, his mouth watering as he remembered how good having that cock in his mouth had felt.
Before he could think twice, he turned around and dropped to his knees.
“Haydn,” Royce ground out breathlessly.
Haydn leaned in and swallowed his cock. Every single muscle in Royce’s body seemed to stiffen, his cock throbbing in Haydn’s mouth and becoming even harder. Haydn hummed appreciatively and started sucking, bobbing his head up and down, hungry for it, his saliva everywhere. It was probably a clumsy, unskilled blowjob, but Royce didn’t seem to care, grunting and breathing raggedly as Haydn sucked his cock. Neither of them was very quiet, and they were lucky Lucien was so loud, or they would have been heard.
Haydn tried to swallow his own moans, unable to believe it was really happening and how much he was enjoying it. He was sucking another alpha’s cock unprompted, willingly, eagerly, like some kind of cock-hungry slut. His father would disown him on the spot if he could see him now. But it felt toe-curlingly right. As if this was what he had been born for: to be on his knees for another alpha—this alpha—and have his cock inside of him.
Haydn grabbed his own neglected cock and stroked it hard and fast, trying to coordinate his strokes with the blowjob he was giving, but it was so difficult. All he could focus was the thick cock moving inside his mouth, Royce’s heady, delicious scent, and those strong hands gripping his hair as Royce started thrusting into his mouth.
Haydn could only take it, his mind clouded from the intoxicating mix of Royce’s aroused scent and alpha pheromones. Lucien’s moans were unintelligible cries of pleasure now, and he seemed to be rapidly approaching his orgasm. The omega started begging for Aksel’s cock, then for Aksel’s knot, and fuck, the mere thought of something as large as a knot—of Royce’s knot inside him—shocked Haydn enough to make him come with a confused moan.
Royce thrust a few more times and went still, his cock throbbing deep inside his mouth, filling Haydn’s throat with his hot come. He swallowed it greedily, the sensation of being full of Royce’s seed sending a weird sort of thrill through him. Feeling that familiar high, Haydn pressed his face against Royce’s muscular thigh, nuzzling into it as he tried to gather his wits. He felt so good. He never wanted to move again. Royce was warm. And he smelled amazing. He kind of wanted to suck Royce’s cock again, wanted more of his come.
“Haydn.” Royce’s hand threaded through his hair. “They left.”
Haydn blinked dazedly. It took him an embarrassing amount of time to understand what he meant. The room outside the closet was quiet.
“Do you think they heard us?” he murmured.
“I doubt they would have noticed anything with all the racket they were making.” Royce gently pushed Haydn away from his crotch and fixed his fly. “Let’s go,” he said, pulling Haydn to his feet.