Page 74 of The Alpha Experiment
That grin widened, all predatory now. “I can figure something out.”
He slid down the bed, keeping his hand in place to pin me down, and shouldered his way between my thighs. Oh, gods, he was going to suck me off again. I wouldn’t last, even with the orgasm I’d just had. I wanted his mouth, his throat, so badly…except what did that have to do with lube?
I nearly levitated off the bed when he skipped my cock completely, pushed my balls up and out of the way, and sealed his mouth over my hole. Everything in the world stopped, narrowed down to his hot mouth covering every bit of that sensitive flesh, the sensations ofwetandslickandyesoverwhelming me.
And then he shoved his tongue inside me, and I lost my mind.
I’d eaten out plenty of women before—or at least a few. Every one I’d slept with, anyway. They seemed to love it, grabbing my hair and squirming and moaning, getting my face all wet and spreading their legs for more.
And now I knew why, even though I’d never even imagined being on the receiving end of something like that—of being the one grasping at the sheets, at Colin’s hair, thrashing and bucking and pushing down onto his mouth, shoving my ass into his face, groaning and gasping as my whole nervous system lit up like a firework daisy chain. I tried to get a hold of my cock, but I’d lost all coordination. Finally my hand wrapped around my shaft, right as Colin forced his tongue deeper and swirled it around, and my back bowed as I came all over myself, nearly crushing Colin’s head with my thighs.
I fell back in a limp, panting sprawl, staring up at the ceiling and blinking to try to bring it into focus. My legs loosened, and Colin pulled back with one last, long, obscene lick.
I shuddered and made a pitiful, helpless noise.
“I think I’m still going to need some lube,” he said. “But I’ll start with this for now.”
He swiped his hand, now clawless, through the mess on my stomach, and pushed two come-slicked fingers inside me. I couldn’t move, still fizzing in every nerve. The force of his hand made my whole body jolt with every thrust. He worked my prostate mercilessly until my limp cock ached, and throbbed, and I came again, hard.
That time I couldn’t even see, just swirling black spots.Colin… I tried to say his name, but my lips were too dry, my breath rasping in my chest.
The bed dipped, and there were sounds…he’d gone somewhere. I drifted for a minute.
Distantly, through the tingling, I felt hands on me, rearranging me. He put my knees up and out so that he had me as spread-open as I could get. Warm breath brushed the side of my face, and then I shivered as lips pressed against the hammering pulse in the side of my neck.
“I washed up,” he whispered against my skin. “Not for me. You taste fucking amazing. But I don’t want you to not let me kiss you. And I found the lube.”
“I’d never not let you kiss me,” I slurred, and turned my head, searching for his lips.
That earned me the promised kiss, a slow, lazy exploration that turned deep and desperate within seconds. I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him in. When had his clothes gone away? Didn’t matter. I had Colin’s warm, smooth skin under my hands, his muscles flexing underneath. I had his tongue in my mouth, fucking into me.
I had his slick cock pressing into my hole, filling me up the way I’d dreamed about for weeks, sliding into me like he belonged there.
Colin stopped once his hips were flush against me, and I blinked up at him.
He stared down at me, his expression hard and set. “You’re mine,” he said simply, like a statement of fact. “Maybe this is all—experimental werewolf hormones from my alpha proteins, or whatever the fuck, taking over your brain. I tried to stay away, give you a chance to get it out of your system, but I don’t fucking care anymore. I’ll keep you pumped so full of my come you’ll always be high on it. But you’re mine. I’m not letting you go, Newt. Not ever again.”
His. Always, and never letting me go. But it wasn’t me who’d been addled after our experiment, after all—it’d been him. I’d done the tests to prove it wasn’t me. “Colin, you’re the one who—”
“No, I fuckingwasn’t,” he gritted out, and pulled back a few inches. “The second you told me you wanted me to fuck you, I had to stop myself from taking you on the floor right then and there.”
I opened my mouth to protest—he didn’t mean that, he couldn’t possibly mean that—but he shoved his cock into me, knocking the wind out of me and the words out of my mouth. The air came out of my lungs as a helpless cry, and then another as he thrust again, harder, slamming me down into the mattress.
I wrapped my legs around his waist and squeezed, clawed at his shoulders and back, fucked myself back onto him with every thrust until he groaned and buried his face in my neck, his rhythm lost, lost in me.
His mouth fastened onto my trapezius muscle, right below the curve of my neck. Right where a werewolf would put his mating bite. He moaned and pricked me with his extended canines, barely breaking the skin. The spike of pain made me clench down—on his rapidly growing cock, on the knot starting to force its way inside me.
Oh gods, no. “Col, don’t. I’m not a werewolf. I’m not—I can’t be your mate. You know that. You’ll regret it and it’ll kill me when you wish you hadn’t—don’t!”
He lifted his head and gazed at me with almost frightening intensity. “You’re perfect,” he said. “Fucking perfect exactly the way you are. I don’t want a werewolf, I wantyou.”
His cock moved in me, and my head swam, and I wanted…oh, gods, Ineededhim.
And he wanted and needed me. I couldn’t say no, not hearing him say it.
“Do it, then,” I gasped. He bent down again and opened his mouth over my flesh.
And hesitated. “Newt, are you sure?”
