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“I mean I can’t pull out!”

I spluttered in disbelief. “Well just… just try!”

He shook his head. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t.” I tried to calm my voice, because getting hysterical wouldn’t help anything. I stroked the side of Brian’s muzzle. “I promise I’ll tell you if it starts to hurt. Just go slow.”

He blew out an unhappy breath but nodded. With infinite care, he began to draw his hips back in the hopes that his knot would slide free. A second later, my eyes widened and I hurriedly grabbed his shoulder.

“Okay, no! No, you’re right, you can’t pull out yet.” It felt like there was a damn honeydew melon inside me. Or perhaps a small decorative gourd. My asshole was accommodating, but not that accommodating.

“Fuck. Shit.” Brian scrubbed a hand over his head. “I think I… I think the pheromones are keeping it… My rut is definitely starting, so I can’t—”

A sudden noise from outside the room rendered him silent in an instant. In a horrifying rush, I remembered exactly where we were. In the locker room of a community centre with Brian’s entire work team on the other side of the door. We were in a very, very, very public place. We hadn’t even gone into a bathroom stall or anything. We were just out in the open with Brian balls deep inside me beside a row of lockers. I could see a wrestler’s jacket and backpack from here. It had a UFO patch on it and a pin that said something about eating the rich.

And his knot wouldn’t go down. I was pinned on his cock. We were literally stuck together.

Another sound from outside the room had Brian shuffling to the side, moving us as quickly as possible without jostling me too much. I clung to his shoulders in panic, staring hard at the door as if by will alone I could keep it firmly closed until Brian got us into one of the small changing stalls and closed the door.

“What do we do?” I asked in a frantic whisper, trying not to clench around his knot. The urge was getting harder and harder to ignore, because that hunger was rising back up inside me again. The panic over our situation was already starting to fade, and it didn’t take long for all of it to be pushed out completely, replaced by the carnal, mindless need to have him come inside me again.

“I… I don’t know.” Brian suppressed a groan when I clenched around him again. His fingers flexed on my back. “Klaus, if you keep doing that, it won’t…”

“I can’t help it.” I bit my lip, then gave up and writhed on his cock, heat rushing back over my skin. “Oh fuck, it feels so good.”

“We can’t—Shit, we need to figure out a way to get out of here.”

I nodded in agreement even as I circled my hips to stir his cock inside me.

“Baby, wait.” His voice was unsteady, pleading, and it cut through the fog of arousal and made me go still, breathing hard. “I can’t concentrate when you do that. It feels too fucking good.”

“I’m sorry.” My chin wobbled. Oh dear, here came the wild emotions of a heat. “I just need you. I missed you so much, Brian. And I want your dick.” I wasn’t making much sense, which wasn’t a great sign. Within a few hours, I’d probably be incoherent.

There was a pause before Brian huffed out an amused breath. “My dick is already inside you.”

“It’s not enough!” I wailed, making even less sense. “I just need it. I need—Brian, please fuck me again. Just quickly. Then we’ll figure out—Please.”

He shuddered hard and glanced at the closed changing stall door, his cock throbbing inside me.

The next few minutes were a blur, spent mostly with Brian’s hand over my mouth to try and muffle my unhinged cries of pleasure. He couldn’t pull out to fuck me properly, so he ground his hips into me, stimulating my prostate relentlessly until I seized up and came so hard my vision went black. He came again too, so hard it almost sounded like it pained him. I would’ve thought so if I couldn’t feel the energy throbbing out of him and soaking into my skin, swelling that knot of tension inside me so big and full and light that I was almost euphoric.

Unfortunately, that didn’t encourage his knot to deflate, not even after he’d come again. In fact, it was bigger and harder than ever.

“Fuck.” He was shaking with need as badly as I was, his voice tight and rough and growlier than I’d ever heard it. He seemed to be hanging on to his senses by a gossamer-thin thread. Mine had already snapped and floated away without a care. He scrubbed a clawed hand between his twitching ears and let out a quiet, incredulous huff of laughter. “What the fuck are we going to do?”

“Okay.” I blinked fast to try and clear my head. I needed to focus. Brian needed me. We needed to get out of here. Somehow. “Okay. We can… Oh! There’s an emergency exit that leads to the parking lot. My car is parked there. If we can get there…”

He glanced at the stall door, but I could see his mind’s eye moving past it, through the wall and into the room containing every single one of his co-workers. Then he looked back at me with big, ice blue eyes. “Where’s the exit?”

“We can get to it from here without going through the main room. Don’t worry, sweetheart.”

“So we’re just going to leave… like this?” He looked down between us again.

“What other option do we have?” I bit my lip, because part of me wanted to laugh at the absurdity of the situation. “Does it feel like your knot is going to deflate anytime soon?”

He winced and shook his head. “I’m so sorry, Klaus.”

“Don’t be.” I leaned in to kiss the side of his snout. “Hey, what if you try shifting into your human form? Then you won’t have the knot, right?”