Chris tried to breathe. Really breathe, not pant, whine, or melt.
Just breathe.
But the second he opened his mouth to speak, to say 'wait' or 'slow down' or 'give me a second,' nothing coherent came out. A faint sound rasped in his throat, thin and broken, sliding straight back into a moan the moment Dax's scent washed over him again.
He swallowed hard, forcing the words out anyway.
"Dax… I need… I need to think…"
Bad idea. Very bad idea.
Because the second he said 'need,' Dax's entire body tensed behind him like someone had pulled a trigger. The alpha shifted upright, still seated deep inside him, rut simmering just beneath skin. His hands clamped on Chris's hips, pulling him back into his lap with a firmness that shut down any idea Chris had of reclaiming thought.
"You don't think during heat," Dax growled against the side of his throat, voice vibrating straight into Chris's bones. "You feel."
Chris sucked in a breath, fists gathering in the sheets. "I'm… trying… to talk…"
