He wanted to be bred.
When the alpha groaned by his ear and his knot started expanding, Liam purred in approval, pleasure like no other washing over him as he was filled with hot come and stuffed full of alpha knot.
So damn good.
So perfect.
“Fuck,” Anthony cursed, shuddering on top of him, his clothed body a stark contrast against Liam’s overheated naked flesh.
Liam turned his head, his nose rubbing against the alpha’s stubbled cheek. He felt wonderful. Distantly, he was aware he should feel bad about what had happened, but it seemed irrelevant. Unimportant. He felt so good. Like nothing bad could possibly happen. The world was a wonderful place. Everything was perfect. And wonderful. And perfect.
“What have I done,” Anthony muttered under his breath.
Mmm.
Liam kissed him on the cheek, nuzzling into it.
“Right,” the alpha said in a strange voice. “You don’t even hear me, do you? You’re high.”
Liam frowned a little, trying to understand. The words registered, but he felt too good to bother deciphering them. He didn’t want to use words. He wanted to cuddle up to his alpha and then he wanted to be stuffed full of his seed again.
The alpha chuckled, but it didn’t sound very amused. “Someone up there must be laughing at me now.”
Liam kissed his cheek again, making a pleased sound as another trickle of seed spilled into him.
The alpha groaned quietly. “Not even a condom,” he muttered. “Great job. Like a green knothead who smelled his first omega. Fucking unbelievable.”
The knot in him softened, and the alpha withdrew his cock gently before sitting up.
Liam made a distressed sound, confused. “Stay?”
The alpha’s back stiffened.
“I can’t,” he said. “I shouldn’t have been here at all.” He sighed, getting to his feet and fixing his clothes. He looked back at Liam and paused. Leaning down, he kissed Liam on the forehead gently, nuzzling his cheek, his thumb stroking Liam’s scent gland. “I’m sorry, darling. Don’t look at me like that or I won’t leave.” He kissed his cheek and straightened up. “Hopefully you’ll think it was just a heat-induced dream.” He gave a harsh chuckle. “It can’t be anything else.”
And then he was gone.
Liam frowned into the darkness of his bedroom, bewildered. But he was physically satisfied, thoroughly scent-marked, and sleepy, and he soon found himself drifting off to sleep.
He dreamed of something wonderful.
But he didn’t know what it was.
Chapter 11
Liam wondered if he was losing his mind.
Anthony’s face betrayed nothing when Liam entered the dining room. His expression was neutral, and he barely looked at Liam as he conversed with Jules and Eric in a casual, amicable tone, as if he wasn’t the same man who had fucked and knotted him last night.
Had it been just a dream?
But no, it couldn’t be. He wasn’t insane. He remembered everything—up until the point Anthony had knotted him. After that, his memories were rather vague and hazy. That part was puzzling.
Or maybe it wasn’t that puzzling. People said omegas got into a euphoric state similar to a drug-induced high after being knotted by a compatible alpha.
Liam’s stomach clenched at the thought. A compatible alpha. What kind of twisted joke of fate was that?
His brother. Anthony was his brother.
Hiding under the cover of darkness didn’t change the ugly truth: he’d had his brother’s cock in him. Twice.
It couldn’t keep happening. He must stop it from happening again. This was depravity at its worst level. Sickness. And if he didn’t know the cure, he must at least remove the cause.
“I want to go back to Faris,” Liam said.
All the conversations came to a halt. Everyone turned to look at him: Jules and Eric with varying degrees of surprise, and Anthony with the same maddeningly unreadable expression on his face.
I had your knot in me, Liam wanted to say, just to wipe away that infuriatingly blank look.
“At this time of the year?” Jules said. “Why?”
Because I need to stop myself from jumping on our brother’s cock. Liam nearly laughed as he imagined saying it.
“Because we need to buy you stuff for your honeymoon,” he said instead. “And we need to monitor wedding preparations—”
“The wedding is still three months away, Li,” Jules grumbled. He’d wanted a shorter engagement, but the royal press officers had vetoed it.
“Just three months away,” Liam corrected him. “You have no idea how long it takes to plan a wedding! Much less a royal wedding.”
Jules lifted his hands in defeat. “Fine, whatever! Eric, you’re coming, too. We’ll leave tomorrow morning.” His face brightened. “Maybe Devlin will actually be in town.”
“I know you are not used to asking for permission, but you have to do it now,” Anthony said. He sipped his coffee. “You’re all under my care.”
“Under your care,” Liam repeated. He was aware that his voice was snider than it should have been. He could feel Jules’s confused gaze, but he didn’t look his way. He stared at Anthony until the alpha finally deigned to look at him.