Diwa kept going. His thrusts shortened, deepened, his hips grinding against Colin at the end of each stroke. His breathinghad gone rough and uneven, his fingers wrapping tight around Colin’s shoulder.
His alpha’s knot was forming. Colin felt the swelling of his shaft, and the moment Diwa decided to be careful with him. His hand slid off Colin’s cock, and he pushed against him, trying to ease him off.
Colin reached back and caught his wrist. He pulled Diwa’s arm across his own chest and laced their fingers together. He held his alpha’s hand there, over his heart.
“Colin, my knot’s coming, I have to pull out before it catches.”
Colin hooked his top leg back over Diwa’s thigh and locked his ankle behind the alpha’s calf, driving backward until Diwa’s cock was buried as deep as it could go. His hand was still gripping Diwa’s wrist against his sternum, while his other hand reached back to grasp at Diwa’s hip, fingers digging into the muscle.
“Stay.”
Diwa went rigid behind him. His cock pulsed inside Colin, his knot swelling at the base, thickening with every heartbeat. The pressure was immense, a fullness that bordered on too much, and Colin was clenching around it in rhythmic waves that he couldn’t have stopped if he’d tried.
“You’ll get hurt —”
“I won’t.” Colin’s body was shaking, but his voice was steady as his heel dug harder into Diwa’s calf.
The knot swelled past the point of withdrawal in one final pulse, and Diwa’s whole body seized behind him, his face pressed hard into the back of Colin’s neck, his arm crushing Colin against his chest. The alpha came with a groan that Colin felt through his own body, the hot rhythmic pulse of his cock emptying deep inside Colin, held there by the knot.
Colin’s arse clenched around the knot, milking it in waves that drew another strangled sound from Diwa’s throat. The knot pressed against the front wall of his channel with a constant, grinding pressure, and Colin’s cock twitched hard against his stomach, spent and oversensitive. Every pulse from Diwa’s cock sent a fresh flood of warmth through him, thick and deep, filling him until the pressure built towards the edge of pain.
Diwa’s hand was trembling where it pressed flat against Colin’s sternum. His breathing was wrecked, coming in short bursts against the back of Colin’s neck.
“Breathe,” Colin said.
Diwa made a sound that was closer to a sob than anything Colin had heard from him before.
“Just breathe, love.”
Diwa breathed. His arm stayed locked around Colin’s chest, his face buried in the curve of Colin’s neck, and the fine tremor running through his body gradually settled as the initial intensity of the knot eased. His cock was still pulsing inside Colin, slower now, the rhythmic spill continuing in warm waves.
He hadn’t expected this part, the quiet after. The frantic urgency of the knot locking had given way to a gentler sense of togetherness. Colin’s body had adjusted around the girth of the knot, the stretch settling into a deep, pleasurable ache.
Diwa’s thumb was moving against his chest in a gentle caress, unchanged by the fact that they were knotted and wet and the bed was ruined.
“That was —” Diwa started.
“Mm.”
“Are you okay? Did I —”
“I’m fine.”
“Because I tried to pull out, Colin, I really did try.”
“I know you tried,” Colin confirmed. “I didn’t let you on purpose, because I wanted your knot.”
Diwa’s forehead pressed harder into the back of his neck and Colin felt the wet heat of his breath come out in one long, shuddering exhale.
The knot held them together while the afternoon light faded outside the window and the Highland darkness came down over the cottage. Diwa’s breathing evened out against his spine, his arm heavy across Colin’s chest, and Colin lay in the wreckage of his nest with the alpha’s come warm inside him.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Diwawoke with his teeth clenched, and his first conscious thought was that something had gone wrong with the cottage heating. The bedroom was sweltering, the air pressing in against his skin on all sides. His second thought arrived half a beat later and overrode the first entirely, because the smell hit him like a door swinging open into his face.
Colin’s scent had changed.
The green-sap sweetness that Diwa had been savouring for months, the one he’d chased into the collar of Colin’s cardigan on lonely weekday evenings, had thickened overnight into something that bypassed his brain entirely and landed in his chest. It was dense, and dark. The overripe mango note he’d caught in the conservatory weeks ago, but concentrated now to a pitch that made his nostrils flare and his pulse kick hard against the base of his throat. His cock was rigid in response, and every muscle in his body was pulled taut towards the man beside him.
