"Gosh, you’re fucking amazing."
It is hard to believe he has never done this before, but I know it’s true. Salt has an astonishing enthusiasm, and I love it.
So, it cannot last long. Even though we both came a few minutes ago, everything is racing toward a blissful finale.
And soon enough, it happens. White stars explode behind my eyes as pleasure spears through my body.
"Fuck, this feels so good," I mutter.
All these years, denying myself sex, not knowing what I was missing…
I explode in his mouth.
Yeah…
And of course, knowing his intense personality, it’s no surprise that he swallows everything, wasting not a single drop.
When he straightens up and looks at me, there is a particular expression on his face. Probably the same one I had when I tasted how sweet his cum was, because that may signal a very specific bond between partners… the one suggested to us from the beginning: being True Mates.
He presses at the side of his jaw, sliding it back into place, and then unexpectedly says something I would not have anticipated in a moment like this.
"Eliano… I’m sorry for what happened, for that whole damn situation on the dance floor. I know you didn’t want to fight those idiots. I got drunk and made a mess of everything."
Wow, not the conversation I would have imagined after an incredible blowjob, but okay.
"It’s fine. Our situation here is really complicated. I get why you’re on edge. And why you felt the need to drink. Honestly, I felt the same way," I murmur, waving a hand dismissively.
I meet his eyes. I know his apology is sincere. He did not want to act that way, but alcohol and anger pushed him into it.
But is this really the moment to talk about it? Maybe not. I stand up slowly, feeling waves of weakness roll through my body.
Is this the crash after fighting mode, the adrenaline drop catching up with me?
"We’ll talk about everything tomorrow," I say, rubbing my forehead. "I need to lie down. I think it’s wearing off."
"Okay," Salt says quietly. "Your eyes are golden again, not red." He stands too. That is when I notice a sizable splatter of cum across his stomach. Nice!
He tosses the blanket aside, making room for me in the bed.
"Let there be no consequences from that fight," I mutter as I lie down.
I close my eyes, and even though it is only around six in the evening, sleep takes me.
???
I wake in the morning to Salt shaking my arm.
"Eliano, Eliano," he repeats. "It’s time for breakfast. Our wristbands are beeping like crazy," he adds with a crooked smile.
I blink, my eyelids heavy as lead. It feels like my body still hasn’t fully recovered from fighting mode, but I’d rather notdraw attention by skipping breakfast. I probably made us way too visible yesterday anyway.
With effort, I sit up, running my hands through my hair and rubbing my temples. My head feels unbearably heavy, my body sluggish.
"I read online, since you’re not using your laptop," Salt’s tone turns sarcastic, "that after fighting mode an alpha can sleep for up to twenty-four hours. You had less than that, so maybe you should try to nap again when we get back from breakfast?" he suggests.
There is something different in his voice. Less of his usual hostility, more of something neutral, almost practical, like he’s talking to a regular guy rather than an adversary.
Did something between us change?
