Page 27 of Evan and the Alpha

Part of me wants to argue. Some other part of me just says, “Okay.”

Sobek picks up the toast I was reaching for anyway. He feeds me crumbly little pieces. I eat out of the palm of his hand. ‘You are so utterly fucked,’ I tell myself hotly. The hell am I doing, eating out of the palm of some alien’s hand like this?

And liking it? God.

I shake my head when Sobek offers me more meat. I keep turning my head away, but he insists. I try to push him away. “I’m,” I start to protest, but he uses the opportunity to jam the morsel into my mouth. Then he holds my mouth shut, so I can’t spit it out either.

I glare at him, before finally chewing and swallowing. “I’m full,” I say quickly when he reaches for the next bit.

He ignores me, just picks up another piece of meat. I shake my head again. He still won’t quit. “Sobek, I—”

I almost choke this time. I huff, then yank myself out of his grasp. I don’t care if he leaves claw marks on me. I spit the food onto another plate that’s sitting on the table. “I’m full,” I repeat.

“You’re too skinny,” Sobek insists. “You eat so little.”

For a guy who thought I bitched too much about being hungry, he’s sure concerned about me not eating enough now.

“I’ll throw up,” I tell him, “if I eat too much at once.”

He looks baffled by that concept. I guess the kroakka are like Earth crocodiles in some ways: they can eat a lot at once, then go for a long time without eating.

“When I say I’m full, please listen to me. Throwing up is unpleasant.”

“Yes,” he agrees, glancing down at me. I wasn’t joking when I said I was full; I’m not at the point of pain or anything, but my stomach’s definitely distended.

I guess I lost some weight on our trek through the desert. My stomach probably shrank a bit.

I shift nervously. “I think we have some time.”

His golden gaze flicks up. I lean a little closer. “Wanna fill me up in a different way?”

I don’t need to ask twice; I almost bang my head on the table, he throws me to the ground that quick. I spread my legs wide for him, already excited about how rough he’s being. I love it. I want him to throw me around more.

“Filthy thing,” the alpha snarls above me. “Think you can take my knot today?”

Oh, I definitely do not. But I wriggle around in what I hope is kind of a seductive way. “Only one way to find out.”

He spits on his fingers and rubs a claw-tipped digit over my hole. I’m still loose from last night—a little sore, sure, but it’s not going to take much to stretch me. I wish we had something better than spit for lube, but we can figure that out later.

He rubs my cock a bit, then slicks precum all over his hand, before going back to probe at my hole. I let my breath hitch as he pushes into me again.

I cannot even begin to describe what it’s like—his fingers are thick, pushing me wide open. As he pushes deeper, my eyes roll back; he’s grazing my prostate, not a firm enough touch to make me see stars, but enough to make me tingle everywhere.

It’s so good. Better than any time I’ve been with a human guy, even guys who spent months learning my body. My breath comes faster.

I moan when he adds a third finger. I wonder if he could get his whole hand inside me. I try to picture that—Sobek, with his whole hand, fist closed, up my ass.

I rock my hips a little in anticipation. Maybe I’ll try to explain fisting to him someday. Right now, I just want his dick in me.

Sobek obliges my silent wish by pulling his fingers out of me, one by one so I can feel the loss of each, and then lining his tip up with my aching hole.

I need him inside me so bad, it burns. I’ve never felt like this ever before. Anal’s always good—I’m almost always a bottom, not too worried about getting my dick wet—but I’ve never been this desperate to get someone’s cock up my ass.

I moan when he sinks into me. The stretch is so good. My hole protests; I’m sore, but that makes it better, pleasure and pain scorching up my spine, setting me on fire.

I rock my hips to get him in deeper. It’s not the right angle to get my prostate, but there’s pressure and friction, so I’m getting little buzzy sparks every now and then, the kind that promise something bigger and better.

It feels like he keeps pushing into me forever. It just goes on and on, and I stretch more and more. And then, just when I’m not sure I can take it all, he stops.