"Fuck," Colin said hoarsely against my neck. "Newt, fuck, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to knot you."
It felt like a dream, something surreal and detached from the rest of the world, his familiar voice saying my name while I lay on the ground with an alpha knot locked into my ass.
Should I put my hand over his, where he had it pressed flat against my abdomen? I wanted to.
My hand lying on the ground felt awkward, like it needed somewhere to rest.
Maybe that would make him feel better? My fingers twitched, but I kept them where it was.
"It's okay." My own voice sounded completely wrecked. "The knot. It's good."
He tensed, his arm holding me more tightly. "Yeah?" "Yeah. I mean, obviously, you can't actually breed me—" I cut off with a yelp as he moaned and thrust his hips, his knot moving over my prostate. My cock gave a feeble twitch.
And I felt another spurt of wet heat inside me, as his cock pumped me even more full.
"Jesus, Newt," he gasped. "Don't—say that."
