Page 72 of The Alpha Experiment
Colin stopped a foot from me, staring me down, fists clenching and unclenching by his sides. He looked like hell, pale and drawn and with streams of water running down his neck, his whole body so stiff with tension the air around him practically vibrated.
“Oh, shit,” I heard one of the guys across the entryway say. “Maybe we should call security.”
“What would security do, man? That guy’s obviously an alpha, you see his eyes?”
“Colin…” I whispered.
His jaw tightened. And then he lunged, so fast I couldn’t react.
He caught me around the waist and knocked me back into the wall, his other hand behind my head. The impact still jolted me, and I heard his knuckles crack into the wall hard enough a human hand would’ve broken. He pinned me with his weight, body pressed to mine from knees to chest, and hesitated for a second, staring into my eyes, his wild with emotion and dilated pitch-black behind the gold.
Colin slammed his mouth down over mine. My brain shorted out, and my mouth dropped open. He turned the kiss deep and filthy, thrusting into me like he owned me, like I held the secrets of the universe.
“Newt,” he gasped between kisses, “Newt, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry—” And then he was kissing me again, devouring me, bruising my lips and shoving me against the wall, grinding his hard cock against my hip. “You weren’t—I couldn’t take advantage of you like that.” Another kiss, this time long enough I was panting for air when he released my mouth at last. “I’m sorry, I couldn’t fucking stay away.”
The way he was looking at me left me as breathless as his oxygen-stealing kisses.
Kisses. Colin was here. Kissing me. And saying he was sorry, that he hadn’t wanted to…take advantage? Ofme? It didn’t compute, and I hated the joy welling up, the pure relief, because I couldn’t believe it was real. My confusion felt a lot more plausible.
But I clutched at him when he started to move back, because real or not, my cock was begging for his touch, and other parts of me…I could feel the inside of my body, empty and aching. Hollow, hurting in a way only he could soothe.
I opened my mouth to tell him to fuck me, tobeghim to fuck me, and then I heard a girl’s voice screech, “Oh my God, I think he’s mauling him!”
Colin twisted halfway around, his arms still around me, angling his body so that he kept me between him and the wall. Sheltering me from the view of the students who were, I now realized in a blur of lust and shock and the return of reality, still standing there gawking, with their mouths open and their eyes wide.
“No worries,” I called out, my voice hoarse and scratchy. “Everything’s…fine.”
“Oh my God,” the girl said again, still staring.
Colin bared his teeth at them, his elongated canines showing, and all five of them fell back against the wall, one of them letting out a sound like, “Eeep!”
He spun back around, leaning in until our faces were almost touching. “We’re getting out of here,” he growled. “Your apartment. Now. Move it, or I’m throwing you over my shoulder after all and I don’t give a fuck if they all film it and put it online.”
I couldn’t get enough breath to answer, but I managed to nod.
Colin grinned at me, all predatory teeth, and grabbed me around the waist, dragging me out of the portico and into the pouring rain, shoving me into the passenger seat of his car while I flailed around with the rain blinding me and instantly soaking and chilling me to the bone.
I flopped into the seat, brushing the water out of my eyes, as he slammed the door after me and went around. I chanced a quick look at the students, now all lined up at the edge of the portico. Two of them had their phones out, held up like the cameras were in use.
I quickly turned my face away from the window—like it mattered. Laughter and dismay bubbled up in equal measure. Gods, I wouldn’t be the boring McEwen on campus anymore…but I’d be lucky to still have my job in the morning.
Colin thumped into the driver’s seat, gunned the engine, and peeled out like a bank-heist getaway driver. I scrabbled for my seatbelt and managed to click it in as he took the turn out of the parking lot at a Formula One speed.
I was still hard, my cock tenting my trousers, and flustered, and bewildered—and the adrenaline of Colin’s sudden appearance and the scene we’d made burned in my veins.
“What the hell are you doing here, Col?” I demanded. “What the hell—you disappeared! I haven’t heard from you in a month and a half, except for that goddamn church-lady Thanksgiving meme!”
“I’m sorry,” he gritted out, shifting the car into fourth and forcing out a new burst of speed, zooming through a yellow light. “I tried so fucking hard to stay away, Newt.”
“You—tried—you,” I sputtered. “I fucked up, okay? I know it! We both know it. And the ball was in your court! You left, because I got too—I couldn’t…oh, dammit,” I groaned. “You could’ve come to see me, or called me, or texted me, or sent me a postcard any time. You know that. You know I’d never turn you away. So why the big deal? Why—ghost me, and then turn up acting like you were doing me some enormous favor by ignoring me?”
My voice had risen to a shout, and I stopped, panting and red-faced, my hands twitching to do—something. Shake him. Rip off his clothes.
A muscle in Colin’s jaw jumped, and no wonder, from how tightly he had it clenched.
“Iwasdoing you an enormous fucking favor, Newt,” he growled. “I wasn’t doing this. Now get out your cock and jerk off for me.”
“What?”
