"What was that for?" he asked, smiling.
"Nothing. Now come here."
I took his hand and guided it towards the hidden slit in my tail. There was no way anyone who wasn't a mer would know where it was.
"Do you feel this?" I asked. I pressed his fingers down on the subtle dip in my muscles.
"Yes."
"You have to part this fold."
Castor shivered. "May I?"
I nodded and removed my hand so he had free reign of the space. We hadn't even started having sex yet and I was already dizzy from the scent of Castor's omega musk filling the air. I never felt like a stereotypical alpha—I wasn't burly or tall, I didn't think with my dick, and omegas never held much interest to me. But now I knew that wasn't the case. The only reason I didn't care about other omegas was because they weren't Castor.
I suddenly felt fingers slip into my cloaca and I gasped.
"Like... this?" Castor asked.
"Yes," I said.
Castor swallowed hard. His face was calm with concentration as he explored my innermost area. Pleasure sparked up the base of my tail and up my spine, making me arch in Castor's lap.
"Does it feel good?" he asked.
I nodded. I was savoring the moment too much to reply. Instead I took his wrist and pushed him in deeper. He still hadn't even found my cock yet.
Castor's cheeks flushed red. "It feels so interesting in here." He laughed. "Sorry if it seems like I don't know what I'm doing. I always thought my alpha would have a cock right there in the open."
I grinned. "Well, in human form I do. But don't be surprised. It looks different when I shift."
His brows rose, intrigued. His fingers sought it out carefully. I nearly snorted in amusement. He was nowhere close to finding it, so I guided his hand again to help him out. But when Castor's fingers finally did brush against my sensitive cock, I moaned.
"Pull it out," I said breathlessly.
"My hand?"
I huffed in frustration. "No. My cock."
With great care, Castor eased it out of the slit in my tail. His eyes were wide and glassy with arousal. The sight of him so turned on was making me harder. My dick, narrow and tapered at the tip, twitched in his palms.
Castor cleared his throat. He was staring at it hungrily. He wrapped his calloused fingers around the base of it and slowly stroked towards the tip. The pleasure was like a bullet shooting through me. I gritted my teeth and writhed in Castor's lap as he gently pumped my cock.
My mind went blank. Everything else disappeared. All I knew was the incredible sensation of Castor touching me. It almost felt... magical.
My single functioning brain cell wondered in the back of my mind:Is this the 'fated mates magic' Animus was talking about?
The spirit was promptly forgotten as Castor's lips wrapped around the head of my cock. I gasped. His stubble scraped along my tail. The friction of his scruff against my scales felt oddly pleasant. I raised my hips, pushing into the hot wet hole of his mouth.
Castor closed his eyes, focusing on blowing me. It struck me how beautiful he was. The fine lines on his face, the way his eyelashes lay against his cheeks, the strength in his jaw and nose...
And hisscent.Gods, his scent was driving me absolutely mad.
A blaring thought echoed in my head:I need to make this omega mine.
Castor wasn't just an omega to me—he was obviously so much more—but my alpha hormones were going haywire. The instinct to mate lit my blood on fire. I'd never felt such an intense, indescribable urge.
My cock throbbed. I needed to be inside him.
