Page 63 of Evan and the Alpha

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Evan

I’m just returning to my body, my senses, when I hear someone clear their throat. My eyes snap open; every muscle in my body tightens with fear.

Very slowly, wincing, I twist my head to see Mom standing at the end of the hall, her eyes wide. She has one hand pressed to her throat in a mockery of my own hold on my neck. She looks like she’s about to cry and, at the same time, she looks like she’s about to throw up.

“Evan?” Her voice shakes.

“Oh, shit,” I spit as my brain finally spins into gear. Flight mode hits hard after that, and I try to tear myself away from Sobek. The pain that shoots through me is unbearable, and Sobek grabs me as I crumple in again, panting around the stabbing pain.

We’re locked together. Tied. Something. I forget what Sobek called it. I glance up at him, then let my gaze drift back to my mother. She’s still just standing there, watching us.

“Uh … hi, Mom.” What the hell else am I supposed to say? How long has she been standing there? Christ, did she fucking watch?

The thought sours my stomach. I wish Sobek would reach for something, anything to cover us with, but I guess kroakka don’t have the same kind of hang-ups about getting railed in front of their parents or in-laws.

“Are you okay?” Mom asks, that tremble still in her voice. Her eyes are wide; she’s touching her throat on and off now.

“Yeah,” I agree, wishing she’d bugger off. Leave us alone! Instead of heeding my internal command, she takes a step closer. “Never better. Uh.”

I glance up at Sobek, who is watching Mom like a hawk. Or maybe like a croc. Ha. Now is not the time for bad puns, Evan, fuck.

I’m panicking. What am I gonna do?

“You’re bleeding,” Mom says and touches her neck again.

“Y-yeah.” I try to laugh. “Um.” Telling my parents about my kinks was not high on my to-do list.

She takes another step toward us. “Did he hurt you, Ev? Do you want me to get Dad?”

“What? No.” Definitely do not get Dad out here, not while I’ve got, what, a foot of alien crocodile dick lodged in my ass. “No, Mom, it’s—it’s okay, I—”

“Did he attack you?” She gets even closer. Why the heck isn’t Sobek saying anything? He’s just glaring at her.

She swats at him. “Go on!” she barks. “Get off him, you—you … monster!”

Sobek growls, like actually-factually growls, and slithers over me. I squeak as his weight pins me to the pillows, forcing my legs back and shifting his dick deeper inside me.

“Lay off, Mom—we’re just …”

A flashlight swamps the room. “Just what?”

Oh good, it’s Scott. Well. Could be worse—could’ve been Dad.

We all stare at each other. Finally, I frown at Scott and huff, “You know exactly what we’re doing.”

Scott, at least, has some shame; his eyes bounce around the scene frantically, taking it in, and his cheeks get pinker and pinker. “Oh hell, Evan,” he spits.

“Don’t get mad at me!” I snap. “It’s my bloody house!”

“You’re screwing in the kitchen!” Scott barks back.

Mom goes white, then bright pink. “Oh my God,” she mutters. “I heard moaning.” She looks at me, apparently mortified I’m capable of such noises. “I thought you were in pain. I thought somebody got hurt.”

“You’re bleeding,” Scott says, pointing.

“Thanks, Captain Obvious.”