Dead silence.
His chest expands against mine. Contracts. He angles his face away from me, staring at the fog.
"Rex."
"I don't know," he grits out.
I blink. "You don'tknow?"
"This hasn't exactly come up before."
Oh.
Oh.
Right.
Because he's never knotted anyone. Because his scars make arousal painful and his isolation made intimacy impossible and the decade of deprivation means he has absolutely zero frame of reference for how long his knot?—
My inner walls clench involuntarily around him.
Rex's entire body spasms. His hand slams flat against the brick beside my head and a snarl rips out of his chest that I feel in myspine.
"Don't—" His voice is barely human. "Don'tdo that."
"I didn't do it on purpose!"
"Your body isliterally squeezing my cock."
"It's an autonomic response! I can't control it any more than you can control—" I gesture between us at the general vicinity of where we're fused together. "That!"
He makes a growling sound through his teeth. His hips shift—trying to find a more comfortable angle, probably—and the movement drags his knot against my walls in a way that makes us both jerk.
"Stop moving," I gasp.
"I'm trying to?—"
"Welldon't. Every time you shift, it?—"
"I'maware."
We glare at each other from six inches apart. His eye is still blown dark, sweat tracking down his temple, the mask slightly crooked from where his face was buried in my neck. My legs are still locked around his waist. My hoodie is rucked up past my ribs. The fog swirls around us like we're starring in the world's most pornographic horror film.
My phone buzzes.
From somewhere near my ankle.
I contort sideways, Rex cursing as the movement shifts his knot, and manage to fish my phone out of my crumpled jeans with two fingers.
PHOENIX
Carmine just pulled into the lot
Where are you guys??
"Fuck," I say.
"What."