He gasped in gratitude and did as I said. He braced himself with one hand and stroked with the other. His arm moved quickly, frantically fisting his cock. His ass started to spasm almost immediately, clenching and tugging my dick as he threw his head back and roared as he came. The room filled with the scent of his seed. I didn’t just smell it; I felt it. I felt it all over my body. It permeated my senses and pervaded my mind. My hips jerked and I used every ounce of my strength not to wreck him.
“Give it to me, Sully,” he whispered. “Give me your load. I want it. Give it to me. Shoot it inside me.” His words were breaking me down. Wearing away the thin veneer of what was left of my humanity. “I want it. I want you to shoot it so deep inside me that I can taste it. That’s what I want.”
His words pushed me over the edge. My head lolled back and I howled from the depths of my soul. I saw the moon and the stars. I felt every atom in my body. Every one of them pulsed. They pulsed, then they throbbed, and then they exploded.
When I recovered, I carefully pulled out of Jules. As I withdrew, he pushed back.
“No, no,” he whined. “Stay.”
I sat back on my heels and he came with me, sitting down on my lap, impaling himself fully.
“Oooh,” he groaned. “God, that feels deep. Were you holding out on me, big boy?”
“I was trying to be careful.”
He made a sound that he usually made when he was amused, but not amused enough to work himself up to a laugh. He leaned against me, rolling his head back so it was pressed up against my lips. I wrapped my arms around his chest and held him tightly. My dick was still stiff inside him. I pressed my face into his hair and inhaled deeply. Intoxicating, didn’t begin to describe it. I dragged my nose down the curve of his neck. I let it rest at the base of his neck for a second. Just for a second. No more. The smell of that part of his body made my hands start to shake and my gums start to itch. I moved away as quickly as I could, but I couldn’t make myself stop scenting him. I inhaled noisily, sniffing loudly as the scent of his heat flooded my senses.
“Dude, are you smelling me?”
I didn’t answer, but I stopped what I was doing.
“Seriously, were you smelling me?”
“Sorry. Can’t help it.”
He twisted his head so he could look back at me. His eyes were glinting in amusement. He bit his bottom lip, dragging his teeth over the puffy pink flesh. Then he rubbed the side of his face against mine. “God. That’s hot, Sully.”
My dick loved how that sounded. It thickened and lurched at his words.
He felt it. He must have because he clenched and said, “Oooh, that was hot, too.” He rocked his hips back and forth slightly, grinding my cock, squeezing a helpless sound from my chest.
I started to move with him.
“Don’t stop, okay?”
“Do you need more?” I asked.
“Yes.”
“Tell me what you need.”
“I need everything you’ve got, Sully. I need it all. I want your alpha cock. I want you to ram it inside me.”
My hands clenched, fingers curling and digging into his flesh hard. Hard enough to leave bruises. I felt short of breath. “Yours,” I panted. “Everything. I-it’s yours.”
“Everything?” His voice was syrupy sweet. Seductive.
“Everything.”
“What about your knot?”
My knot? Fuck. I’d forgotten about that.
Of course, I’d heard about knots and knotting. Everyone had. I’d never paid much attention to the matter. It had never seemed relevant to me, as it only happened to alphas. I had no idea how to form a knot. I didn’t have the first clue where to start.
“Jules, I, uh, I don’t know how . . .”
“Sure you do. Your body knows how.” His voice dripped with sex and certainty. “Your wolf does, too.”
