"H, Huh?" was the only thing he could say with his mind unable to process the turn of events. It momentarily slipped from his mind.
Indeed, male alphas could become pregnant, but it was a rare occurrence, often conflicting with their pride and dominant nature. The concept of one alpha submitting to another alpha and potentially conceiving a child was a complex and seldom discussed topic.
As Mikael grappled with these thoughts, he felt a hand sliding onto the back of his head. His thigh still rested on Nicolaus' shoulder, and in the haze of the moment, they shared another passionate kiss.
Mikael's hands found their way to the broad chest, pushing against him with the bit of energy he could muster.
Mikael was increasingly realizing that the Marquess had a magnetic power, drawing people in with his intense gaze. His powerful arms seemed capable of ensnaring anyone, and his passionate kisses could shut them off and leave them breathless.
A soft protest escaped Mikael's lips as Nicolaus dove in for more of his taste. His energy was slowly slipping away, and he felt too intoxicated by the kiss. And with the pheromones swirling in the room, it became impossible for him to clear his head.
Each time the Marquess' skin would brush against his nightgown, Mikael could feel the warmth seeping through. It crossed his mind that maybe the garment was too thin, or rather, because he had nothing underneath.
Mikael could hear these wet sounds as his lips continued to be devoured. And another thin line of spit connected them momentarily when the Marquess finally broke the kiss.
"M… M, My lord, wait," he pleaded, stammering. His voice was hushed from the lack of energy even to speak.
A pair of eyes, filled with fiery hunger, sent shivers down Mikael's spine. Those eyes seemed like they were itching to swallow him completely.
Closing his eyes, he couldn't help but think, 'T, This is getting out of control!'
Suddenly, the brush of a leg touched his exposed shaft beneath the thin fabric of his nightgown. Mikael promptly shot his eyes open, his gaze dropping the unexpected touch, only to find out it was not the Marquess' leg.
"G, God…" Mikael's voice trembled. The sight of their undeniable differences drained the color from his face.
Mikael's eyes widened in disbelief. 'How could he have something that big under his pants!'
Nicolaus moved closer, inhaling Mikael's scent at the base of his throat. His warm breath against the curve of his neck made Mikael shudder.
Then came this deliberate lick that made Mikael squirm, his body betraying him, exposing how sensitive he was. He let out a breathy noise as the sensation tickled him. "Hah!"
"You did say you'd do whatever it takes to make amends," Nicolaus murmured into Mikael's ear, his warm breath fanning his skin. With a daring move, he nipped at the tender tip of Mikael's earlobe, sending him to a jolt.
"N, No, I didn't mean this–" Mikael nudged him away, protesting, his hands trembling.
"Yes, you did. The words came from these lips." He leaned in, placing a light, teasing kiss on his lips and a peck, then another on his neck, his touch tracing a path down his chest through the fabric of his nightgown.
"W, We shouldn't do this, m, my lord," Mikael stammered.
Nicolaus' fingers deftly slid along the thin straps of Mikael's clothing, exposing his shoulder with a gentle sweep. "Why not?" he questioned, his tone persuasive, giving him a smooth talk. "We are newlyweds with certain duties to fulfill."
"Y, You married Mikayla," Mikael countered.
Nicolaus paused, his gaze piercing Mikael's. He pulled back slightly. "If that's the case, I must find your sister."
"N, No!" Mikael withdrew his thigh from Nicolaus' shoulder and sat back on the bed. "D, Don't search for her. She's happy with her lover."
Nicolaus looked at Mikael, taking a moment as his eyes seemed to search for something. Then, he nodded slowly, like he was thinking over what Mikael had said. "...I suppose."
Mikael felt hesitation in his response.
With a second to regain his voice, Nicolaus declared sternly, "Then, you have to replace her. Or I have to 'take care' of your father when I find him." The look painted on his face was serious and unyielding.
Mikael's breath hitched in his throat. The Marquess had a good reason to be mad at his father, Count Steele, for breaking his trust.
Mikael recognized the extent of his power and could finish off the Steele family in the flick of his fingers or a mere whim. And he had limited options to save his family from the wolf's wrath.
As Mikael was lost in the crisis within his mind, Nicolaus watched him. A flicker of annoyance crossed his features, irritated that Mikael seemed to take longer than necessary to decide.
Nicolaus had always been an impatient man. Patience was never one of his virtues.
With his frustration taking over, he grabbed Mikael's arm with no hesitation and deftly maneuvered him onto his stomach.
"Wah!" Mikael yelped as he was swiftly turned over. With a thud, he found himself facing away from the Marquess.
Nicolaus pulled his waist up, and Mikael's body reacted, arching his back. Then Nicolaus moved his hand with purpose, and it ended up on Mikael's shaft.
"Don't worry. I'll be gentle," He assured, his big hand holding Mikael's length with the tenderness he promised.
An odd heat simmered under Mikael's stomach as the Marquess moved his hand up and down.
His lips parted as he tried to understand the sensations brewing in his lower belly that spread through him. Nicolaus' grip continued the rhythmic motion, with Mikael's hips instinctively moving in sync.
With each touch, his body responded. It only took a minute of this newfound pleasure before he finally reached his peak and succumbed to the ecstasy, his release washing over him in waves.
Nicolaus examined his stained hand, studying the viscous fluid with a curious gaze. He looked back at Mikael, his tone now casual as he inquired, "Have you ever touched yourself?"
Mikael began to slump down, but Nicolaus swiftly caught his waist with a firm grip. His thumb pressed against Mikael's tailbone, causing Mikael to flinch. "E, Eek!"