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“Good. Come for your alpha.”

My hips stutter. I crane closer, and kiss him, tasting my best friend’s tongue again, possessing him. My knot balloons and catches between his tight thighs, finally surrounded by something real, by something that isn’t my hand or a toy or Alden’s sheets or his goddamn fucking shoes when I went insane with need.

Then, with our tongues tangled in an open-mouthed kiss, I orgasm, and it’s nothing like any of the orgasms I’ve ever had. It’s a full-body sensation. Bliss blasts through my center, and emanates outward, reaching up my spine, and down toward my clenched toes. Pleasure cradles my skull and rains down on my scalp.

So this is what a real orgasm feels like, one you share with someone else. Not whatever torture the hundred I’ve had over the last few days were. Have all of them been like this for Alden? Jealousy fills me again.

I nip his bottom lip, not enough to punish him, just enough to take out my frustration. He inhales sharply, sucking down my exhale. I’m inside his lungs. I’m his air. Alden flexes his thighs, squeezing them tighter together around my knot, and it only sends me higher.

I come for minutes. Maybe hours. Time bleeds together like the first few days of my rut, but this time in a good way. I’m lost inside Alden’s steel-blue irises. Nothing else matters.

“Oh my god,” Alden moans, reaching between his legs, gathering the cum I’ve spilled. “You made so much cum. Did you save it all for me?”

“I did,” I say, finally capable of speech.

“Fuck, Ty.” He lifts his fingers and tastes me while I watch, and hums, eyes falling shut. “Oh my god,” he moans, speech almost slurred, drunk off my cum. “I’ve never tasted anything so good.” He gathers more cum, alternating between slathering it on his cock, and massaging it into his abs, kneading it into his pecs. “Your scent is everywhere. It’s like we’re underwater and you’re all around me.”

I’m jealous of his fucking fingers, so I take that over, there’s so much of him I’ve never touched. I reach around him, so sturdy in my arms, and take his cock in hand. He whimpers, and his body jolts like I’ve zapped him with electricity. I stroke downward, tantalized by the way he feels, by the bulge of his knot, so soft and hard at the same time.

“Your knot is so big, so hard already.”

“Mmhm,” he says against my lips, as he kisses me again. I can taste myself on him.

I stroke his knot, using my cum for lube, and feel his skin gliding over it, studying it with my palm, enthralled by the sounds I pull from him. I’ve seen his knot before, in passing, sure. We’ve been naked around each other plenty, but touching, claiming, bringing pleasure? That’s totally different.

“Oh, fuck, Ty. You’re going to make me come. Careful. Not yet.”

Alden disentangles himself from me, and pushes me onto my back, then swallows my length all the way to my knot, and he doesn’t stop. He widens his jaw and stretches his lips, making room to form a tight seal around as much of my knot as he can fit. Then he holds me like that in his mouth, gazing adoringly up at me, eyes filling with tears as he gags, his spasming throat constricting the head of my cock, showing me what it would feel like to be locked inside him.

My second orgasm takes me by surprise, and it’s even stronger than the last, like my body never returned to baseline. Alden swallows me down expertly, eyes sinful and still locked on me. My knot swells, taking up what little room Alden has left in his mouth, and he still holds me there, tip of my cock lodged down the back of his throat. He moans, and swallows again and again, holding my legs open like a book.

“I don’t think I can come again…” The rest of my sentence dies as the next orgasm hits. I don’t even know if the last one ever ended. Maybe this was all just one long orgasm. I don’t know what to say. I don’t know if I can say anything. I feel high, so fucking high, sated for the first time in my entire life.

But I think he understands, and he doesn’t have much to say anyway, because he’s still holding my knot in his mouth as he gently lowers his cheek to my thigh, keeping our gazes locked, and drapes his arms around my front.

I brush Alden’s hair back from his brow and leave my hand there, trying to remind myself that this is real, that this isn’t a dream. My eyes slowly shut. I try to stay up, but sleep settles over me.

19 ALDEN

Iwatch Tyler as he sleeps until his knot softens enough for me to ease him out of my mouth without waking him. My jaw is sore and tight, but to see him finally resting, breaths slow and deep, face wiped clean of all misery, heals something in me. The ache in my chest lessens, the familiar pain of sympathy I’ve felt every time he endured his ruts alone.

But watching him get off, tasting him from my hand, from the source… Fuck. It cranked the volume up on my rut. I wish I could have kept him awake and in my mouth long enough to fill my stomach with his cum. Maybe later.

I should sleep with Ty, get some rest in while I can. I’m so tired and I can tell already that this rut is going to wreck me, especially after Elliott. But I’m too wired, hypervigilant, doubting myself, doubting everything, worrying about Elliott, worrying about how Ty will feel when he wakes up. All my alpha confidence disappears when I’m left alone with my thoughts.

My teeth ache with the need to bite Ty, mate him, make him mine. I want to wake him up and beg him to choose me. But that’s not what a good alpha would do. That’s not how I would take care of Elliott. I can’t rush this. Tyler deserves all the same tenderness.

Tyler reaches for me in sleep, and spoons up behind me. It’s a foreign feeling. I’ve only ever been the big spoon. He’s so warm, it’s like we’re in our own nest. His nose nuzzles into my hair at the base of my skull and remains there.

His cock is hard, but not full mast yet as it presses against my ass. I’ve had him in my mouth long enough to know the difference. He tightens his arms around me and takes a deep breath, then hums.

“How long have I been out?” He stretches all the way down to his toes, pressing his dick harder against me.

“Not long enough,” I say, turning in his arms to face him. His eyes are still closed. “Are you okay?”

“Mmhm,” he mumbles, and opens his eyes. He reaches between us and wraps his palm around my cock and plays with my knot.

I suck in a sharp inhale against his lips.