I stop breathing for a second.
“A what?”
“Double knot.”
“That’s—” I try to process this. “That’s a thing?”
“For some Alphas, we have them, but it’s rare.” His voice is a low, warm rumble, and he’s completely floating on whatever his body is also dealing with, blissed and slow and pleased with himself, by the state of his glazed eyes. “It’s part of what made me useful in certain ways that aren’t relevant right now.”
“What does that even mean?” I’m stretched to what feels like maximum capacity, and he’s casually dropping biology news on me. “You could have warned me.”
“I could have.”
“Oh my God!”
“It’s better as a surprise. And because it isn’t just about the stretch. Wait for it.”
“You’re scaring me.”
“There’s something called a Snap Climax. Give it a minute.”
“Are you making that up?”
“The name, yes, that’s mine. The experience, no.” He grins. “It’ll happen when the second knot fully seats. You’ll understand then.” He’s groaning, holding on to me, buried deep in me, still pumping his cum into me, filling me, and loving every second of it.
“I’m not sure I can handle any more?—”
“Trust me?” he asks.
I do trust him. That’s the whole problem. Now I’m barely able to process the feeling of being this full and?—
In a split second, every single nerve I have fires at once right between my thighs, deep inside.
And I howl a scream. It tears out of me before I even make sure of what I’m really feeling. I’m convulsing, my vision whites out, and that orgasm wave isn’t something I’m riding. It’s rollingthrough me, starting from the pressure point deep inside me and radiating outward in pulses, again and again and again. Each one deeper than the last.
He’s still pumping into me, coming inside me, but it’s as if my own body is responding to his release, the intensity heightening. Tears slide into my hair because my body doesn’t know how else to release this much sensation. My insides are vibrating, time has either stopped or lasted an hour, but somewhere through all of it, I understand with total clarity why he named it what he did, because it isn’t one climax—it’s a sequence of them snapping off each other like a chain reaction, each one setting off the next, and I am completely powerless to do anything except let it happen.
North unties my hands and brings me down onto the bed, holding me through it. His arms locked around me, and his own breath is just as ragged against my skin. I’m shaking in his embrace, still moaning and half out of it.
When it finally,finally, releases me, I collapse, limp, into the cloud of a blanket beneath me.
He rolls me onto my side carefully, until he’s behind me, both of us still locked together, and he wraps me up tightly in his arms.
Finding my voice, I’m panting heavily. “Fuck, North. What the hell was that?”
He kisses my neck. “Snap Climax.”
“Nothing could have prepared me for that. And I see why you call it that. I’m still in shock.”
He laughs, then kisses my neck.
“Definitely an experience. It still tingles,” I murmur. “Everywhere. Like my whole body is electric but still coming.”
“You’re welcome.”
I close my eyes, snuggling into his arms, still riding that train through Pleasure Town. North lies behind me, his cock deep inme, locked in place by two knots. Wow. I’m still dealing with that.
The boat rocks gently, and I’m wrapped up in the warmth of this man who told me the world could end and he’d want to be nowhere else.
