All Chapters of I Returned To The Alpha Who Betrayed Me With His Son: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

BRAYDEN’S POV.Rhys was sprawled across the bathroom tiles with his thighs spread and trembling, two fingers buried to the knuckle in his own slick hole. Every time he dragged them out, they came back glistening, and the wet, filthy sound echoed off the marble like it had been made just to ruin me.His shirt was shoved up to his chest. His skin was flushed from the throat to his hips. His cock lay hard and leaking against his stomach, and his eyes—those sharp blue eyes that never gave me a single thing—were glassy and begging.{I want him.} Grey wasn’t speaking anymore. He was clawing. {I want to fuck his brains out.}“Rhys.” My voice came out as a growl I barely recognized.He pushed his head back against the tiles, his throat gulping. “I know this isn’t… in the contract.” A broken whimper slipped out of him as his fingers curled. “But my heat won’t stop. This has never happened before.”As the words flowed out of his mouth, the scent in the room was no longer a scent. It was a han

BRAYDEN’S POV.“Ah, Alpha—” Rhys moaned, his fingers finding a way to dig into my biceps as I thrust slowly into him. His mouth was left ajar, his warm exhale hitting my braced arms.“Faster, please—” He pleaded, clenching his dripping hole around my cock, wanting more. His scent crawled through every inch of the room while Grey snarled inside my skull like a chained thing finally let off the leash.{Harder. He can take it. Give him what he’s begging for.}“Brayden,” Rhys moaned, shoving himself back to meet every thrust. “Harder. Please. Don’t hold back.”“You’re sure?”“I’m in heat. I can take it.”I wrapped one hand around his hip and the other around the back of his neck and slammed into him.The bed shook.Skin slapped against skin. Rhys’ cries rose, ragged and unfiltered, muffled by the pillow, then loud enough that I knew if anyone was by the door, they would hear. I should have cared after the gossip that would spill in the palace. But I couldn’t. I could only watch my coc

BRAYDEN’S POV.Grey, he’s my contract mate. We didn’t have that agreement. {I thought you said you would keep fucking him. And again, he has no mate currently. What’s stopping you from claiming him as yours?} I sighed. {Either way, that’s your problem. His scent is so addictive. I want more release from you. Why don’t you head over to that chair?}Grey—{I never pressure you this much. I’m aching in here, Brayden. It’s been years since you’ve last had sex. Let me enjoy Rhys before you might later let him go.} Those words hit deep inside me. But my legs moved before I could control it. And I made it as far as the sofa—The same sofa I had promised to sleep on. I dropped onto it naked, my back sinking into the black leather, and turned my face toward the fireplace on purpose.Not toward the bed.Shame crawled up my spine.Rhys was sleeping. He didn’t give me that permission. How could I be jerking my dick off and watch him? {You’re being stubborn.} Grey’s voice dragged through my

RHYS’ POV.“Wait.”I stopped pacing in the cozy corner of the room so abruptly that the robe tangled around my legs.“You’re telling me my mother knows we had sex?”“Yeah, she knows. In fact, she covered her nose when she sniffed your amazing pheromones,” Brayden said, as though that settled the matter. “Saw the mark you made on my shoulder, and closed her eyes like a doctor reading a bad scan. There was little to nothing I could have done. Moreover, she’s my mother-in-law. What’s there to hide about?” I stared at him.He was seated on the sofa beside the fireplace, one ankle propped over his knee. Black trousers, black shirt, sleeves rolled to the elbows, hair damp and combed back. He looked like a man about to sign a peace treaty, not someone who had spent the previous night wrecking his own bed.“There was nothing you could have done?” I repeated. “Brayden, you could have kept the fucking door shut!”“They came knocking. Wouldn’t they have been more worried if we didn’t respond?”

BRAYDEN’S POV.Both my palms, with full grip, cupped Rhys’ ass through the thin robe and squeezed slowly, the way you weigh fruit you have already decided to buy. He folded into my chest with a moan so soft it sounded embarrassed to exist.“Brayden.” His breath hit my collarbone.“Mm.”“My heat is muzzled right now. You’re supposed to stay calm.” He tried to sound stern. He failed spectacularly, because his fingers were still twisted in my shirt. “We have a ceremony in two hours.”“Two hours,” I said, kneading him again, “is a very generous amount of time.”“It is not...”I tipped his chin up and kissed the rest of that sentence out of him.My tongue slid past his teeth and found his. He tasted like herbs, warm broth and something underneath that I couldn’t name. Under the haze of the pill, his scent had gone quiet. But the longer I held his mouth, the more it crept out, thread by thread, curling around my wrists, my throat, the back of my neck.{There it is.} That bastard, Grey, soun