Page 42 of The Alpha Experiment
The world blurred around me, a whirlwind of trees and sky and constraint and heat at my back and the prick of claws as I struggled, until I hit the ground hard and all my limbs went weak for a second.
Then my head was free. I sucked in a breath, choking on dirt and pine needles. My shoulders wrenched back as the backpack got yanked off, and I shouted—something, trying to push myself up. He shoved me down again with a hand between my shoulder blades.
Fabric ripped, a bursting, tearing sound, and cold air hit my ass.
He’d ripped my jeans and underwear right off of me.
His other hand landed right on my cheeks, his claws brushing my lower back. His palm against the crease of my ass felt burning hot, and when he flexed his fingers, those wicked claws scraped against my skin. I couldn’t see anything but tree detritus, a field of jumbled brown and green, and all out of focus.
I let out a moan I couldn’t keep in.
His weight shifted, and a moment later I felt his heat all along my back. Hot breath panted against the back of my neck.
And I went still, frozen, all my prey instincts kicking into overdrive as I squeezed my eyes shut. Lips brushed my ear. Then the lightest touch of his fangs. I whimpered.
He nipped me on the edge of my ear, and my whimper turned into a startled cry as I flinched away.
The hand between my shoulder blades stayed in place, pinning me to the ground like an insect on a board, but the hand on my ass started to move, going in lazy circles, stroking one cheek and then the other, tracing the swell of my ass. He trailed his mouth to the nape of my neck, licking and pressing open-mouthed kisses from my hairline down to my collar, and then over, nuzzling into my vulnerable throat.
I went into something like a fugue, so paralyzed I almost started to drift. I got used to the feeling of a clawed hand rubbing over my ass. I stared at a pebble a few inches from my nose. He sucked a mark into my neck, letting out a faint, barely-audible growl.
And then the claws retracted. Not from the hand on my back, but from the other, the one still petting my ass.
Two not-clawed fingers slid between my cheeks, pressing right against my hole.
That broke the spell, and I desperately tried to squirm away, wiggling against the ground and shoving my knees into the dirt for some leverage.
He moved instantly, pressing his knees in behind mine, taking away my last bit of range of movement.
And pinning my thighs in place, so that my ass was canted up in the air, like I was begging for it, the change in position pressing my face even more firmly into the dirt.
He pushed his fingers inside me, both at once, buried all the way in. I flailed, digging my own fingers into the damp earth and trying to crawl away, as the pressure and the pain of it hit me all at once. It burned, my flesh stretching to take him in, the sensation of his fingers pushing against the inside of my body overwhelming and terrifying and alien. A deep moan wrenched out of me, not even sounding human.
“Don’t fight me,” he murmured against my neck, hoarse and deep and more like a growl than a human voice. It didn’t even sound like Colin—or just enough like Colin to make it even more unsettling. “You aren’t going anywhere until I’m done with you.”
He twisted his fingers, pressing down—and I jerked, my eyes going wide, as he hit something that made everything from my abdomen down to my thighs clench and stiffen.
My prostate. He’d found my prostate, and I didn’t know what to do with the waves of tension emanating from that spot, as he pressed and rubbed and pressed.
He yanked his fingers out, making me grunt and moan. I moved, trying to get my mouth out of the dirt, but it coated my lips.
My ass feltopen, the cold air reaching inside me like another finger, going where it didn’t feel like the cold of the outdoors should go, chilling my wet hole. He sat up, his mouth leaving my neck.
Oh, gods, he couldseethat. Straight into me, pink and glistening with lube and open to the elements and—
A hard cock pressed against my hole, the head pushing the rim open and stretching me to the limit.
And stayed there. Without moving. Lodged inside me, hot and unbearably thick. I knew how big it was, but it felt even more enormous than that, like the pressure of his cockhead spreading my ass open was enough to push my pelvis out of alignment.
It wasn’t possible—but that was how it felt, and I found myself adjusting, pushing my ass up even higher, tilting my hips to relieve the pressure.
“Fuck, you want it,” he growled from above me. “You’re aslutfor it. You’ve never had a cock in you, but you’re fucking gagging for it, aren’t you?”
My stomach clenched, and my face went from hot to burning. I squeezed my eyes shut. Christ, this wasn’t Colin. Somehow, it couldn’t be. He wouldn’t say that to me. He wouldn’t even think something like that. “Please,” I whispered into the dirt. My cock felt heavy between my legs, not hard but throbbing, and I didn’t understand how or why.Please stop. Please don’t humiliate me. Please…
And helaughed, a low, harsh chuckle that reverberated through the cold, still air.
“Take a deep breath,” he rumbled, and grasped my hips in his hands, finally letting up the pressure on my back.
