Page 73 of The Alpha Experiment
“You heard me,” he said, his voice hitting a deep, alpha register that made me shudder. “Cock out. Now.”
I stared at him in disbelief. “We’re in the car! Anyone could see.” But my hands were already tugging on my belt, working at my fly. I couldn’t seem to stop them.
“It’s raining, it’s dark, no one’s going to see. And if you don’t do it, give me something, I’m going to pull over and fuck you on the side of the road.”
“I’m not doing that,” I protested, but I already had my cock out, throbbing in my hand. I stroked it once, groaned, leaned back in my seat panting for breath. The head of my cock already looked deeply flushed, wet and shiny with precome. “I’m not—oh, gods, Colin—”
My hand moved faster. I was already so close, sprawled in the passenger seat with my knees apart, working myself to orgasm.
“Yeah, that’s it,” Colin said. He took another turn like a madman, and I slammed into the door. “Fuck, Newt. Come for me.”
My body responded to that command instantly, and I came with something like a sob, all over my shirt and my stomach and my hand.
The car lurched to a sudden stop. I looked up. That was my apartment building. We’d made it home alive, miraculously.
Colin turned in his seat and hit the seatbelt release, and grabbed my arm with a growl. He bent toward me, and I waited for a kiss…but he lifted my hand and sucked the come off of each one of my fingers, slowly, biting the tips as he pulled off.
He dropped my hand and got out of the car before I could do more than register I was hard again. Already.
I managed to barely pull up my zipper before he flung open my door and dragged me out of the car.
Chapter 22
That Plan Sucked
Colin manhandled me up the stairs and into the apartment, groping me and kissing my neck while I tried to get the door unlocked.
Finally we tumbled through the door, and he slammed it behind us.
For a moment, we stood staring at each other, eye to eye, both breathing like we’d been in a marathon.
Colin took a step, slowly, his glowing eyes fixed intently on my face.
He looked so good. Hesmelledso good, like rain and pines and alpha, and my mouth watered, my knees going weak.
Screw it. He might still be all full of crazed mating hormones—he probably was, based on his behavior. But he’d stayed away so long…I was too weak to resist him. Too weak to follow my own better judgment.
“Well?” I demanded. “What now? You showed up out of nowhere, you made me jerk off in your car, you’re—damn it, if you don’t get me spread open on your knot in the next five minutes I’m going to be the one hunting you down, and I’ll tie you up again if I have to—”
He cut me off with a desperate kiss, wrapping me in his arms and fucking me with his tongue the way I wanted him to fuck the rest of me.
And then I learned what alphas were really like when they claimed their mates, when they unleashed every bit of their power and desire on someone without holding back.
Colin had been holding back before.
He was like a whirlwind of unyielding muscle and uncompromising strength. I couldn’t do anything but grip onto him as he dragged me bodily through the living room and into the bedroom, slamming me down onto the bed and landing on top of me, shoving my legs apart, shredding my pants with his claws with a rending tear like a gunshot, flinging the pieces away.
I flailed, suddenly naked below the waist, trying to get my shirt off.
Too late, because Colin stuck one clawed hand under the hem of it and tore it in half, leaving it hanging off my arms, my chest bare.
When I tried to struggle up to get the rest of it off, he shoved me back down with a hand planted in the middle of my chest. His fingers flexed, and I went completely still. Those claws hadn’t broken skin, but they could if he wasn’t careful.
I looked up. His eyes glowed like twin stars. And he had them fixed on me like nothing else existed in the world. Colin smiled down at me, half predatory intent, half affection. All Colin, and all for me.
I melted a little inside, and my cock went so hard it hurt.
“I don’t know where the lube is,” I managed. “It’s—I think I hid it in the bathroom somewhere.”
