Page 44 of The Alpha Experiment
Apparently his body and my body were on the same page, because that low growl and the feeling of his hand on my mouth gave me another full-body shiver, and my muscles clamped down on his knot again. Colin moaned, and I did too, my lips moving on his palm.
We both subsided after a minute, panting for breath, and he slid his hand down.
And rested it across my throat, like it belonged there.
I tipped my head back a little more, pressing it against his shoulder.
“What were you going to say?” he asked breathlessly. “About this being—good.”
I tried to marshal my thoughts into some organized form. “I’ve analyzed alpha semen before,” I began, and cut off with a whimper as his hips jerked, rubbing his knot over my super-sensitized inner flesh again.
“Sorry,” he said after a second. “Sorry. Um, involuntary.”
I got my breath back. “It’s okay. So, alpha sperm has some additional surface proteins. I’m not sure what they do. One of them seems to increase the sperm’s ability to penetrate the ovum. But there are others…I don’t know what the effect will be, if my body will absorb some of it, or if those proteins will catalyze some other process as they break down. So the knotting is good. It might increase the chances of a measurable experimental result, to have your semen inside me long enough to…Col, you okay?”
He'd pressed his forehead against my neck again, and the hand around my throat twitched a little. I’d started to get used to the light pressure of it, resting there. It kind of felt good, in a weird way, like a hug. Only around my throat. The motion of his fingers brought it back to the forefront of my attention.
“Yeah,” he said at last. “Yeah, I’m okay.”
He didn’t sound okay. “Are you sure? Are you uncomfortable? The ground’s definitely not even.”
“Shit, it really isn’t,” he said, sounding slightly more normal. Forcedly normal?
He propped himself up a little and shoved his other arm under the shoulder that had been digging into the dirt, so that my upper body was totally wrapped in his, cushioned and enclosed.
“Better?”
“Um. Yeah, thanks.” I hadn’t meant that as a hint. I’d wanted to know ifheneeded to change positions. “I wasn’t complaining.”
“I know.” He took his hand off my throat and slid it down again, wrapping it around my waist and tugging me firmly against him.
We lay there silently for a little bit, the cool breeze ruffling my hair and drying the sweat on my face—and making the damp fabric around my hips even less comfortable, speaking of discomfort.
Did his knot feel any smaller yet? No, not really. But I’d gotten used to it, like it’d become a part of my body. I’d also started to dread the moment when he pulled out. That feeling of openness, of emptiness, between when he’d taken his fingers out and put his cock in…it’d be like that again, only times a million. His knot had to be three or four times the size of two of his fingers. Would his come gush out of me? Or would some of it stay inside?
My muscles clenched involuntarily at the thought, and Colin made a muffled little sound.
“Sorry,” I said. “That wasn’t on purpose. Do you think it’ll go down soon? I need to take a blood sample as soon as I can.” Then again, I was just lying on the ground, and I could probably manage it… “Do you think you can reach my backpack, or did it go flying off somewhere?”
He started to shake against my back, and for a second I panicked—was he having a seizure? Was something wrong? And then his knot tugged at the rim of my ass and I let out a very unmanly squeak, pushing back against him to keep his knot inside.
“Shit,” he gasped. And started to laugh out loud. “Sorry.” He pressed his hips against me, like he was thrusting, only he couldn’t possibly push any deeper. The head of his cock shifted inside me. “Newt, you are fucking unbelievable,” he said after he recovered. “Yeah, I’ll try. Just give me a sec.”
He unwound his arm from around my waist and twisted his body, carefully keeping his hips flush against my ass, and a second later my backpack landed in front of me.
Getting out the kit and setting up was a lot harder than it’d sounded, especially since I had to find the wet wipes and clean my hands, and rub down my arm, first with those and then with alcohol swabs, meanwhile keeping everything out of the dirt.
But I managed. I even got the needle into the right vein on the first try, and drew a nice-sized vial to pack away into the little holder that came with the kit.
“Okay,” Colin said, sounding utterly gobsmacked. “There’s dedication to science, and then there’s you, Newt. Jesus.”
He moved a little, and I realized his knot had gone down at last while I did my blood draw.
Well, I guessed I wouldn’t exactly have gotten turned-on watching someone take a vial of his own blood, either.
I braced myself as Colin set a hand on my hip and sat up a little. “Ready?”
No, no I wasn’t, and I wanted to shove my ass back onto his cock, squeeze my muscles, make his knot swell up again and fill me up and—
