Page 57 of Trust No Alpha

He squeezed under the head of the cock until he’d gotten it all, the spurts slowly dying away to short squirts, then dribbles, then nothing.

When he pulled back, petting the penis which was finally losing tension and going down, he lifted his head.

Kris had his head tilted back, eyes shut, and his mouth was gasping for air.

Thorne patted him on the chest. Kris had a few short gold hairs on his chest that shone in the hall-light like filigree. Thorne reached for his bag and saw the scattered toys around the floor. In the bag was a clean towel. He wiped himself down, then Kris, and brought the cover up over Kris and turned to slide from the bed.

“Just rest for a minute. I’ll be right back.”

Kris mumbled something.

“What?” Thorne asked.

“Don’t go.”

“I won’t. I’m just going to get some water.”

Kris nodded once, then turned on his side away from Thorne and curled up, hands over his head.

When Thorne returned to the room with bottles of water and some energy bars, Kris was still in the same position he’d been in when he’d left him.

Thorne came around the bed to face Kris and sat beside him. He put his hand under his shoulders to help him sit up. “Here. Water. You have to drink.”

Kris reluctantly sat up and took the bottle but would not meet Thorne’s gaze. He put the bottle to his lips and guzzled the entire contents. Thorne took the empty from him and held out another.

“More?”

Kris shook his head, looking down and away.

“It’s going to happen again. And again. I’ll be here with you.”

Now Kris looked up frowning and so delicate in his emotions right now, which played across his face in various movements and twitches. He was still aroused, fevered—one always was in the Burn—but he was also embarrassed in his desperate neediness.

“I know this can go for days for most Alphas. How—how long will it last for me?”

“I don’t know.”

Kris blinked, eyes suddenly tearing up. “You’ll be sick of me in days.”

Thorne reached out. He couldn’t help himself. He pushed strands of blond hair from Kris’s still-damp forehead. “I could never be sick of you, sweetheart.”

“Sweetheart?” Kris glanced back and forth from his lap to Thorne’s face.

Thorne’s palm cupped Kris’s cheek. “Yes. To me, you are.”

“I’m a mess.”

“You’re an amazing young Alpha going through the Burn.”

“But I’m not.”

“You are.”

“Not Alpha, I mean.”

“You are Alpha or you wouldn’t have been able to form a knot, let alone enter the Burn. And you are more. So much more.”

“You’re just saying that to make me relax. Because this isn’t ending. It’s just starting.”