Page 39 of The Alpha Experiment
Colin reached over and set his hand on my calf, giving me a squeeze before he took it away. “Then I’ll help you. It’s weird. But we’ve done weirder, right?”
That was debatable. “Sure. Like that time with the mushrooms in Arizona. We’ll laugh about it later. When we’re on the private jet to Stockholm.”
He blinked at me. “Stockholm?”
Oh, my fucking gods. “That’s where they have the Nobel ceremony, Col.”
“Right, common knowledge, I’m sure.” He shook his head. “Sure. On the plane to Stockholm, wherever that is. You sure you want to do this? Because—I’m in, I’m not trying to take it back. But…this is a big thing. You may hate it. You may hate me, and I—I really couldn’t deal with it. If you hated me, after.”
“I could never hate you.” That, I had no doubts about at all.
Colin smiled at me, not his usual crooked grin, but something sweeter, gentler. Something I doubted most people ever got to see.
“Good. Same. You’re sure you’re sure?”
I drew in a deep, deep breath, pushing the air all the way to the bottom of my lungs. I trusted him.
And I wanted another blood sample, preferably showing magical hormones all over the place where they hadn’t existed before.
“Yeah,” I said, nudging him with my foot and making him chuckle. The next word felt weighty on my tongue, but I forced it out. “Tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow.” He got up and headed for the living room. “See you in the morning, Newt.”
And then he shut the door and I was alone again.
And wide, wide awake. Because now we were doing this, and I had to consider the…logistics. I mean, any experiment had to be planned in advance. And I’d been skirting around the idea of exactly what we’d be doing, in detail.
Colin’s cock. In my ass. I squeezed my muscles together, preemptively wincing. I’d seen his erection earlier, and I tried to picture it again—like I could’ve forgotten. That had to hurt.
For a miniscule, cowardly, illogical second, I thought of telling Colin maybe he should be the one to let me fuck him.
But no. For one, I didn’t think he’d enjoy it any more than I would, even though at least my cock was a normal (better than average, thank you, but not ridiculous) size and not monstrous…and for two, that wouldn’t fit the experimental model at all. An alpha would hunt a potential mate and then claim him violently in exactly one way. I was sure there were male alphas out there who bottomed, because human and human-like sexuality had every variety you could think of. But most male alphas wanted, to put it crudely, to get their knots into someone. Alphas tended to be pretty dominant in general, although I shuddered at the idea of speculating about what that meant for female alphas—getting tied up by a hot girl might’ve sounded kind of awesome, but that thought process led me to thinking about Fiona having sex, and…ugh, no.
So Colin would be fucking me.
With that enormous cock.
And I had to figure out how to take it.
***
I managed a couple of hours of unconsciousness around dawn, but by eight I was awake and buzzing like a live wire again. Besides, I had too many errands to run. A few jaw-dropping minutes of internet searches convinced me that maybe I’d need a few things from the store before we put our plan into action. The ‘experts’—and how you managed to get the title of anal sex expert, I surely couldn’t begin to imagine—all said you really didn’t need to do more than take a shower, but that youcoulddo more than that.
Given the weirdness of the situation, and the fact that we’d be out in the wilderness with no post-experiment clean-up options beyond wet wipes, I preferred to err on the side of caution.
Buying a variety of extremely personal cleaning products, along with a large bottle of lube, didn’t rank among my Polaroid moments. But at least I managed to ditch Colin and go alone—by dint of leaving a note on the coffee table and sneaking out the second he got in the shower.
I called Meredith on the way and had her swing by the clinic portion of one of the labs she worked out of and grab me a couple of phlebotomy kits, since I’d only had the one. Gods bless fellow scientists. She didn’t even ask.
When I tossed them on the seat next to what I’d bought at the drugstore, the combination made me cringe. Shit, I hoped I didn’t get pulled over. Any cop would take one look at that and lock me up and throw away the key. I tossed my jacket on top and drove with my hands at ten and two all the way home.
“Where’d you sneak off to?” Colin said as I slipped in the door, and I jumped. I hadn’t seen him lurking by the coffee machine. We’d only exchanged the barest of good mornings before he got in the shower, the weirdness of what we had planned hanging in the air between us like a physical barrier.
“The store, like I said in my note,” I said breezily. “Hey, I’m gonna shower. I’ll be ready to go in an hour, I guess?”
I tried to hustle into my room without him seeing what I carried, but he dodged around the kitchen island and cut me off. “An hour? Dude, I know you like long showers, but—” He managed to get around me and peer into the bag.
And then he went crimson red and practically levitated back into the kitchen.
