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“Revulsion,” Aksel repeated before inhaling the sweet, intoxicating scent drifting from the omega. “That’s not what revulsion smells like.”

Lucien flushed. “It’s just a physiological reaction to an alpha—any alpha. You’re not special. I’d get wet for any alpha with a hard—”

Growling, Aksel shoved him against the wall. “Any alpha?”

“Yes!”

Aksel ground his cock against Lucien’s. “If any cock will do, your stepson’s is as good as any, right?”

Shuddering, Lucien shook his head, but his hips were writhing wantonly, riding the bulge in Aksel’s pants.

Aksel stared at him, hating him, hating him so much, for the hold Lucien still had on his heart. It made him so angry. It made him want to be cruel.

“Does this make you feel dirty and disgusting?” he said, grinding his clothed cock between Lucien’s legs. “Wanting your stepson’s cock in you? It should. I can smell how sloppy your cunt already is.”

Lucien whined, his face flushed, his eyes glazed.

Aksel flipped him around, pressing him to the wall with a hand on his back. “Strip,” he said coldly, his tone like a whip.

For a moment, he thought Lucien would refuse. Aksel had never treated him this harshly outside of his rut before. Although he’d never treated him with kid gloves, he’d always tried not to be too rough during sex, mindful of Lucien’s past.

He couldn’t be gentle right now. He was too angry to be gentle. Too hurt.

But even as angry as he was, he still wouldn’t force Lucien if he refused.

But Lucien didn’t.

His hands trembling, he unzipped and yanked his trousers and underwear down before kicking them away.

“Present,” Aksel bit out, staring hungrily at the perfect, smooth skin of Lucien’s pert ass.

With a small whimper, Lucien arched his back, raising his ass obscenely.

Fuck.

Aksel couldn’t wait anymore. Yanking his zipper down, he pulled his cock out and pressed the thick head against Lucien’s fluttering, wet hole. Lucien whined, trying to get it inside, but Aksel didn’t let him. Gripping his hip with his hand, he ground out, “Beg.”

“I hate you,” Lucien choked out.

“The feeling is mutual,” Aksel said, wishing it were true. But it wasn’t. And it made him even more cruel. “Now beg. Or I’ll go stick it into your brother’s—”

Lucien growled and, whirling around, shoved him hard.

Aksel tripped, more from surprise than the force of the push, and landed on his back. Between one blink and another, Lucien was on top of him and slamming down onto Aksel’s cock.“Mine,” he snarled, burying his face in Aksel’s throat and biting his scent gland hard. “Mine, mine, mine,” he muttered deliriously, his wet hole squeezing Aksel’s cock tightly as he rode him hard and fast.

Aksel groaned, his mind reeling from shock and arousal—and ugly, desperate hope.

He tried to speak, find out what Lucien meant, but he couldn’t. It had been too long, too long since he’d felt the sweet tightness of Lucien’s body around him. He couldn’t control himself, couldn’t control the shift. He felt his bones rearrange and his clothes rip as he shifted into his Xeus form, his cock thickening inside Lucien, making the omega whine. And then Aksel was flipping them and shoving Lucien under him, rutting into him like the beast he was. Matematemate sounded in his head as his hips snapped forward, driving into the sloppy wet hole of his omega.

Lucien was moaning non-stop, his eyes glassy with bliss, pushing back onto his cock like a slut, as though he was as starved for this as Aksel was. Aksel kissed him and Lucien kissed back, uncaring of his fangs and fur and rough tongue. He growled, rutting harder into him, Lucien’s hole so slick it produced wet, obscene sounds on every hard thrust. It was filthy, fast, and too much, and Aksel knew it would be over far too soon.

“Knot me,” Lucien begged, fingers digging into his back. “Wanna come on your knot.”

And Aksel couldn’t hold back anymore. He was coming, his knot growing inside Lucien until they were completely locked together. Lucien whined, his cock spilling on Aksel’s stomach as his hole squeezed around Aksel’s knot, milking him dry.

Fuck. So damn good.

“Missed you so much.”