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 without leaking , 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.

God, he didn't know what to do about these desires, didn't know how to suppress them. Increasing the dose of his suppressants wasn't an option, since he was already on a high dosage as it was. Lucien shuddered to think how much worse it would have been had he not been on such strong suppressants.

His doctor advised him against switching to other suppressants when Lucien video-called to consult her.

"I can prescribe you a different drug, but I don't think it'll make a difference, Lucien," she said. "Frankly, it was to be expected that after two decades on strong suppressants, they'd stop being very effective. That's why I advised you to take a break from them once in a while, to allow your body to function as it should."

Lucien winced, feeling a pang of regret for ignoring his doctor's advice. "So there's nothing I can do to stop feeling these... urges?"

She gave him a steady look. "These urges are completely natural, Lucien. I've told you numerous times how unhealthy it was for you to remain on such strong suppressants for decades. It's no surprise that your body is finally rebelling against the constant drug abuse. Nature is smart. Frankly, I advise you to simply find an amicable partner to relieve your... urges."

Blushing, Lucien thanked the doctor and hung up.

An amicable partner.

Unfortunately, the only amicable partner he could imagine relieving his urges was the one who was absolutely off-limits.

***

Things came to a head a few days later when Lucien stumbled across Aksel in an empty corridor.

It was the first time they had been completely alone since Aksel had pleasured him on the couch.

Lucien flushed as their eyes locked. "Aksel," he said softly, sidestepping him and trying to ignore the wanton throb that started between his legs and in his breasts.

A firm hand gripped his arm. "We need to talk, Lucien."

Lucien took in a shaky breath. "No, we really don't. There's nothing to talk about."

"Nothing," Aksel said flatly.

"Yes, nothing," Lucien said, struggling to keep his expression calm and firm.

Aksel gave a short laugh. "Nothing? And the fact that I can smell your slick is nothing, too?"

"Aksel!" Lucien hissed, flushing and looking around. The corridor was empty, but…

"I'm not the only one who can smell it," Aksel said, his eyes glinting as he laid a hand between Lucien's legs and cupped his half-hard cock. "Everyone can." He squeezed his cock, and Lucien whimpered, unable to believe it was happening, that Aksel really was groping him where anyone could come across them.

"Fuck, your scent," Aksel ground out, shoving his face against Lucien's throat. He sucked hard on his scent gland before moving his head down and latching onto his nipple through his shirt.

Lucien whimpered, burying his hand in Aksel's hair and pulling him closer, his cock grinding against Aksel's hand. Oh God, they needed to stop, anyone could come across them here, but fuck, Aksel's mouth on his breast felt so good, even through the fabric. Before Lucien could stop himself, he pushed Aksel's mouth to his other nipple, groaning in relief when Aksel obligingly sucked on the aching nub.

There was the sound of voices just around the corner, and Lucien's eyes flew open in horror as he recognized them: Belinda's and the Duke of Westcliff's.

"Aksel," he whispered desperately. "Stop—your sister—"

But Aksel ignored that, shoving him against the wall, rucking his T-shirt up and eagerly closing his mouth around his bare nipple. Lucien barely swallowed his moan. A distant part of him was freaking out over Belinda and Westcliff's proximity, but his body didn't care, feeling in heaven from Aksel's mouth on his tits. Aksel hitched him up and Lucien wrapped his legs around his waist, shivering from the feel of Aksel's hard cock against his hole. God, his brain refused to work. His body refused to pull away from Aksel, even though Belinda's voice sounded closer with every moment.

Aksel finally seemed to realize how close they were and pushed the nearest door open. He carried him inside it and shut the door without taking his mouth off Lucien's tits. He sucked on the nipples greedily, his hips pinning him to the door.

"Aksel, they're right there," Lucien whispered breathlessly, but to his shame, he made no effort to pull his nipple out of Aksel's mouth. He was leaking all over Aksel's hard thigh. "They'll hear us!"

"Let them," Aksel said before he returned to sucking and kissing his breasts.

Oh God, oh God, oh God.

Lucien shoved his own fingers into his mouth and bit them to muffle his moans. He wasn't sure how successful he was, considering that Westcliff was a Xeus and his hearing was amplified, but it was the best he could do, given the circumstances. The circumstances being that his stepson was sucking on his tits and grinding his cock against his hole while Lucien's stepdaughter and their foreign guest were just on the other side of this door.It was official: he was a wanton, a slut of the worst sort. Everything people said about him must have been true.

"You think too much, Luce," Aksel said, glowering at him, before dropping to his knees and yanking Lucien's pants and underwear down.

"Wait—" Lucien's words turned into a long moan when Aksel swallowed his half-hard cock into his mouth. The stimulation felt almost too intense, on the verge of painful, but to his surprise, he hardened fully in Aksel's mouth.

Aksel gave a pleased hum, his blue eyes fixed on Lucien's heaving breasts as he sucked his cock. Then he pulled off and moved his mouth lower, kissing the inside of his trembling thighs and then licking his hole.

Lucien keened, the noise obscenely loud despite the fingers in his mouth. Aksel lifted Lucien's hips and put his ass on his face, right onto his mouth, holding him up effortlessly. "Ride my face," he instructed, sticking his tongue into Lucien's aching hole. "Come on, Luce."

To his utter shame, Lucien did just that, his hips already gyrating and chasing Aksel's talented tongue. It felt so damn good, the contrast between Aksel's rough beard and the velvety softness of his tongue adding to the intense pleasure. He fell apart embarrassingly fast, fucking himself onto Aksel's tongue with wild abandon, his hand gripping Aksel's dark hair and trying to get him deeper into his hole, deeper inside him. Aksel—Aksel—this was his Aksel—he needed him, he wanted to take him inside himself and never let him out.

Lucien came with a muffled cry, writhing against Aksel's face.

His legs weak, he slid down to the floor and leaned against the door, breathing hard.

He was still trying to steady his breathing when Aksel got to his feet and yanked his fly open. He pulled out his hard cock and started stroking it fast, inches away from Lucien's face.

Lucien stared at it dazedly, fascinated.

Distantly, he was surprised that he didn't feel any fear or discomfort with an aroused alpha so close to him. But then again, why would he? It was Aksel. He was safe with Aksel. It didn't matter how big he was, or how big Aksel's cock was, inches away from his face. It was perfectly safe. Aksel was perfectly safe.

"I want to come on you," Aksel ground out, fisting his thick cock. "Let me come on your tits."

Lucien blushed. He didn't understand Aksel's fixation on his breasts—they were so off-putting and fat—but it seemed only fair to indulge Aksel after he'd given Lucien so much pleasure.

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.