Page 75 of The Alpha Experiment
Fuckthat. “Yes, I’m sure, dammit! I thought you promised to pump me full of your come—” Colin growled, and I broke off in a scream that rose to sound almost like a werewolf’s howl as he bit down all the way, burying his fangs in my flesh. The heat of his come flooded me, his knot filled me—and I felt it.
The bond, forming between us, burning-gold light and flowing silk, otherworldly and inhuman, like intangible atomic forces suddenly given a shape and color. It wove around us both, attaching to me where he’d bitten me and where he’d knotted me and in all the other places he’d ever touched me, like a gossamer-fine, steel-strong web binding us together.
And then it faded, invisible but still there, a part of me.
A part of us.
“Col,” I whispered. I felt myself trembling—and so was he, shaking and clutching me close. “Oh, gods. We’re—you’remine.”
He licked up the little bit of blood trickling down over my collarbone and then gently kissed the wound. And then again, as if he couldn’t help it. It hurt, but it hurt so beautifully that it made me shiver and moan. Through some alchemy of the mating bond, the pain transmuted into a cascade of pleasure down my spine that settled in my balls and sent another orgasm shooting through my overstimulated cock.
“Yeah,” he gasped. “Yeah, I’m yours. Always, Newt. I’ve always been yours.”
I held him close.Mine.
***
Colin didn’t move until his knot went down, a heavy, perfect weight on top of me, licking lazily at my mating mark and pressing hot kisses to my throat when it made me shiver.
I floated there, suspended in warmth and wrapped in his strength.
Finally he pulled out slowly, kissed me, and pushed up, rolling off of me and leaving the room without a word. I heard water running, cabinets opening and closing, and a thump and curse.
I smiled up at the ceiling like an idiot. Colin. In my bathroom, dropping things and making a mess, mated to me.
It still didn’t feel real.
He came back with a wet towel and wiped me down, following the cloth’s path with kisses and caresses, and managing to get the remnants of my shirt off in the process. He finally tossed the towel off onto the floor somewhere and lay down again, wrapping me in his arms and turning me on my side to face him. We lay eye to eye, a tangle of sweaty limbs.
And he still looked serious, gazing at me searchingly as if he needed the answer to a question I’d already made moot when I told him to bite me. Or should have made moot. Could he possibly still doubt that I wanted this, more than anything? Shouldn’t he be happy?
I reached up and ran my fingers over the mark. It felt a little raised, a little puffy. I hoped it’d show over my shirt collars. Professionalism be damned.
Colin’s eyes followed my fingers, wide with wonder, but he frowned a little.
“I can’t take it back,” he said. “And I wouldn’t if I could.”
“Take itback?” I yelped, and he flinched. “Sorry, sorry, too loud. But Jesus, Col, take it back? Are you out of your mind?”
His eyes flicked back to meet mine. “Yeah,” he said roughly. “I am. I think I’ve been out of my mind since I was thirteen, I just didn’t know it yet.”
Since he was thirteen? “We met when we were thirteen.”
The muscle in his jaw jumped. “Believe me, I remember.”
I tried to process that, but every time I added two and two, it came up five.
“Colin, what exactly are you saying? You said you’ve always been mine. But I don’t know what that means. I don’t—we’ve been friends all this time, so of course you were sort of always mine. But you’ve never wanted me. Until the experiment, and—no, shut up, don’t argue, and don’t start telling me the experiment didn’t affect you, it only affected me. Because it wore off. I did a whole slew of tests earlier this week. Not a trace of anything weird in my blood. This is all me.”
Colin’s hand tightened where it rested on my hip, gripping me like he was afraid I’d disappear if he let up. “All you,” he repeated slowly. His lips twitched, a smile dawning in his dark eyes. “You’re not—oh fuck, Newt, really?”
I nodded the best I could with my face smashed sideways on a pillow. “Really. If you think you took advantage of me…but you didn’t. And you thought you took advantage of me before. I don’t get it.”
“You don’t get it because there’s nothing to get,” he said. “I haven’t changed. Ever, all these years. Look, does a—a fish think about being underwater? How was I supposed to notice I was in love with you when I fell in love with you before I knew what it meant to be in love with someone? I never felt any different. When I thought about fucking you, I figured it meant I was a horny asshole with no boundaries. So I ignored it. I tried to ignore it. And then you told me to fuck you for science. What the fuck was I supposed to do with that?”
“In love with me,” I repeated, too stunned to do more than that. “In love with me? Since—in lovewith me? You wouldn’t kiss me. You acted like it was the worst thing ever.”
“I wanted to kiss you so badly, but I didn’t think you really wanted it. I thought you weren’t in your right mind,” he said roughly.
