Page 43 of The Alpha Experiment
I could breathe again, and I tried to do what he’d told me, but I didn’t have the time. One gasp, and he’d started to move, his cock pushing inexorably into my body. Deeper, and deeper, slowly enough that I could feel every inch of my insides stretching to take him. I struggled to get that deep breath after all, but my lungs felt compressed and tight.
His cock kept pushing in, in and in, until finally he’d impaled me completely, and his hipbones dug into my ass.
I couldn’t move. And whenhestarted to move, I couldn’t do anything but take it.
His thrusts rammed me into the ground, my cheek grinding against pine needles, as I tried to brace myself on my hands and failed miserably. My knees skidded in the dirt with the force of it. My hole didn’t even feel like a part of me, something separate, something that only existed to be pummeled and filled and forced open, again and again.
The pressure on my prostate mounted, until I squirmed and cried out and tried to writhe into it, away from it, wanting to escape because it felt like too much and—my cock stiffened all at once, and I was coming, in long hard spurts, soaking what was left of my underwear. All my muscles clenched, my ass spasming around his cock. I’d never felt anything like the sensation of my body closing itself around something that didn’t belong there, something inside me that I couldn’t control, a hot, hard invader shoving into the center of me.
He let out a shout, thrusting impossibly deeper.
And he filled me, hot and wet, flooding me with his come. He shoved in one last time, and then…he got even bigger.
His knot. Fuck, he wasknottingme. My head spun from the orgasm, from everything. I blinked but couldn’t focus my eyes. All my limbs went weak, and his knot kept swelling, spreading my ass open until I thought I’d rip in half.
Tears leaked out of the corners of my eyes. He thrust again, and his knot shoved up against my prostate. And my whole body convulsed again with a fresh wave of white-hot, agonizing pleasure that didn’t even come from my cock but from deep within, a place I’d never known existed in me.
He let out a bestial growling shout that echoed through the trees, and he collapsed on top of me, his sweaty forehead pressed against the nape of my neck.
Slowly, his hands loosened their grip, and I winced at the ache left behind. I’d have bruises there. I’d have bruises everywhere.
I didn’t care. His knot in my ass was all I could really feel.
He rolled his weight, turning me with him until he was half on top of me, half on his side.
For a few minutes, I drifted, nothing existing in the world but the hot, throbbing pressure of his knot crammed into me.
Other sensations crept back in at last, and my brain and body came back online, like a processor after a bluescreen.
The front of my boxer-briefs and my jeans had twisted half off of me, since there was nothing holding them on, and they gaped in front, soaked with come, my cock hanging out. My shoulder pressed into the ground. That was going to hurt later. I had dirt all over my face, gritty and damp, clinging to my eyelashes and smeared on my lips. The overcast had returned, whiting out the sun; the world had gone pale-gray, all the tones muted.
Colin covered me, hot and heavy, one arm wrapped around my waist. His naked legs tangled with my jeans-clad ones, his thighs a solid line at the backs of mine.
And his cock was still buried to the hilt inside me. I felt warmer inside than usual, like my core temperature had gone up a couple of degrees.
A sign of the experiment working? Maybe. Or maybe he’d filled me with so much come he’d raised my body temperature.
I shivered.
“Fuck,” Colin said hoarsely against my neck. “Newt, fuck, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to knot you.”
It felt like a dream, something surreal and detached from the rest of the world, his familiar voice saying my name while I lay on the ground with an alpha knot locked into my ass.
Should I put my hand over his, where he had it pressed flat against my abdomen? I wanted to. My hand lying on the ground felt awkward, like it needed somewhere to rest. Maybe that would make him feel better? My fingers twitched, but I kept it where it was.
“It’s okay.” My own voice sounded completely wrecked. “The knot. It’s good.”
He tensed, his arm holding me more tightly. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. I mean, obviously you can’t actually breed me—” I cut off with a yelp as he moaned and thrust his hips, his knot moving over my prostate. My cock gave a feeble twitch.
And I felt another spurt of wet heat inside me, as his cock pumped me even more full.
“Jesus, Newt,” he gasped. “Don’t—say that.”
“Sorry,” I gasped in my turn, trying to regain some equilibrium. I’d never had aftershocks like that from any orgasm in my life. “I mean, youcan’tbr—” Colin’s hand flew up and covered my mouth, and the rest of the word came out a muffled mumble.
“Seriously, if you say that again my knot’s never going down,” he growled in my ear. “IknowI can’t. But my body hasn’t gotten the message.”
