Barry lands in a pathetic heap beneath him, too heat and orgasm drunk even to catch himself on his arms, but Garrett's growl lights him up all over again. "Want it," he breathes, ready to make demands before the ache in his neck reminds him that he's not in charge.

But Garrett will give him what he wants, won't he? He's Barry's mate, he's given him his cock, his bite - he'll give him his knot too. Even so, Barry sobs into the sheets, trying to hitch his ass even higher. "Please," he begs. "Please, I need it, please come in me, alpha please," he chokes out, his words tripping over themselves as his need increases. "Please fill me up, keep me full, I need it, I need you, alpha, please."