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“Don’t stop,” he gasped out, pulling him back to his breast. Part of him was mortified by his wanton behavior, but it was a small, distant part. His body overruled it, craving to feel Aksel’s hot, perfect mouth on his aching teats.

Groaning, Aksel resumed sucking, alternating between his nipples, and then his large hands pushed them close so that he could take both into his mouth at the same time.

God.

Lucien writhed under him, his vision hazy, moans leaving his mouth non-stop, his legs instinctively spreading.

Aksel was growling, his hips grinding between Lucien’s in a rhythm that was all animal want. His alpha scent was so potent now it was going to Lucien’s head despite his suppressants, and he wanted—he wanted. The ache between his legs was maddening, growing worse with every moment. He instinctively knew Aksel could make it better, he could make it go away, relieve the ache and the horrible hollowness inside him.

A voice at the back of his mind was screaming at him to stop, stop this madness before it went too far, but hadn’t Aksel said that it was just a physical need that he’d been neglecting? It didn’t have to mean anything, right?

His thoughts came to a screeching halt as Aksel slipped a hand under the waistband of Lucien’s sweatpants, cupping his half-hard cock for a moment and then moving down, to the horribly achy place between Lucien’s legs.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” Aksel bit out, stroking his slippery, oversensitive hole.

Lucien whined, grinding against Aksel’s hand helplessly, all but riding it. He needed this, he needed this so much.

Aksel massaged his hole in maddening circles, stroking it harder and faster, his mouth relentless on Lucien’s nipples, and it took Lucien less than a minute of that to come all over Aksel’s hand, his hole squirting slick as he orgasmed with a long, shameless moan.

Lucien sagged back against the couch, breathing hard, his glazed eyes staring at the ceiling unseeingly.

God, he hadn’t known it was possible to feel so good.

“This is what your body wanted,” Aksel said, his voice so low and hoarse it barely sounded like a man’s.

Lucien wanted to hide his face in his hands and never meet his eyes.

He also wanted to push Aksel back to his breasts and beg him to pleasure him again.

Fuck.

Chapter Eight

After that day, everything changed. It was as though Aksel had woken up some insatiable creature in him, and all Lucien could think about was sex. He couldn’t even look at Aksel’s mouth without his nipples hardening and starting to ache.

Lucien had never felt so embarrassed in his life, because surely everyone around him could smell his obscene desires. Thankfully, Royce and his mate were distracted by their own relationship drama and the PR nightmare caused by Royce having to announce that he was actually an alpha, and Vagrippa’s sense of smell wasn’t good because she was a beta.

But there were other people in the house: the servants, Belinda, andthe Duke of Westcliff—and the latter was a Xeus alpha too. To Lucien’s utter mortification, he had caught the duke glancing at him curiously too often for his comfort.

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 withoutleaking, 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.