The Mating Game

by Lana Ferguson

“Your heat,” I say through gritted teeth. “It forces me to knot…outside.” She looks confused. “Knot?” “Yes.” It dawns on me then, that she likely has no idea what I’m talking about. “When an alpha and omega…have sex, the alpha…you see, his dick, it…swells.” Her brows shoot up. “Swells?” “Fuck. It would just be easier if I show you.” I stand with effort, drawing my shorts down only low enough for her to catch a glimpse of the base of my cock, flushed with blood and swollen to a round mass that should be inside her, making sure she keeps my cum. As it is, it fucking hurts. “That’s…Wow. Why does it do that?” “Well, at some point…it was to ensure conception. It’s…part of our biology.” “So if we were having sex…” Her eyes look a little glazed now. “That would be…?” “Inside you,” I murmur, watching the way her pupils dilate. She lifts her hand as if considering, then looks up at me. “Can I?” I nod shakily, the idea of her touching me making my head rush. Her little fingers reach out tentatively, brushing against it, and I hiss as it throbs from her touch. “It hurts?” “When it happens…like this. Yes.” “Like this?” “…Outside.” Her mouth parts in surprise. “Oh. Oh.” Her teeth press against her lower lip, considering that. “How can I help?” “Usually I just…” I reach down to grip it, squeezing it roughly, massaging the dull ache away. “Like this.” I watch as she licks her lips, her breath puffing out of her. “I could do that.” “You don’t have to…” She touches me again, and my knees a...