Carrying Salt, completely limp and letting himself be hauled over my shoulder, I enter Unit 71.
Only then do I set him down against the wall, unsure how well he will be able to stay on his feet after all the blood has rushed to his drunk head.
I stand facing him, looking straight at him, at his beautiful face, wild and feline and provocative. His lips are red and parted, and suddenly there is nothing I want more than to bite them.
"Your eyes," Salt whispers. "Your irises are completely red. How’s that possible, Eliano?"
I ignore it and take a step closer.
"How come you are in fighting mode? We’re not mated!"
We are staring at each other now. In this state, an alpha sees differently, and I am finding out firsthand how peculiar it is. Every motion I catch seems slightly slowed down, probably because my own movements are so intensely accelerated, and my senses are on almost superhuman high alert.
That is why the way his eyelids blink looks almost languid, provocative, sensual. The way his tongue slides over his lips seems deliberate and erotic too, even though it might just be the distorted perception of my condition.
And then I just decide to do it, because why not. I simply want to reach for it.
I lean in and close my mouth over his in a violent, hungry kiss.
The response is enthusiastic.
Salt grabs me by the neck and gives himself to the kiss with the same fire. I have never kissed anyone before. This is my first kiss, and holy shit, I like it a lot. His tongue piercing makes quiet, clinking sounds as it slides over my teeth, adding extra spice to everything. My body feels like a drawn bowstring, I grab him around the waist, lift him into the air, then throw him onto the bed and jump after him.
My gosh, what a shame you cannot enter fighting mode during ring fights. The lightness and power in my body right now is incredible, as if it is drawing from some inexhaustible source of energy.
I press my mouth to his again, our tongues tangling, but not for long. Instinct drives me elsewhere, to the place I have to reach. I grab the collar of his tank top and rip it apart with a sharp pull, baring his perfect, hard, swollen nipples. My eyes travel over his body like a predator studying its prey.
I hear his breathing speed up. His lips are plump, red, wet. For a moment my gaze locks on his pink tongue, but then it slides back down. I hook a finger under his jaw and turn his head to the side.
His gland. Wow. Is it just an illusion caused by my state, or does it look slightly bigger, faintly swollen? Maybe from today’s massage, or maybe for another reason entirely. The early heat thing?
This subtle scent lingers. I still can’t wrap my head around why Salt would even enter the heat in the first place, unless… Okay, in fighting mode it’s not the best moment to use my brain too much. I have other, more exciting things to focus on.
So I do not wait. What was about to happen during the fight, but I somehow stopped it, is happening now. My mating fangs slide free from my gums almost on their own.
My chest rumbles in an AO call, asking Salt for consent with a requesting sound, even though I know he cannot really respond. To my surprise, he tries to make some kind of cute sound of acceptance. That is enough for me. No more hesitation, I lean in and sink my teeth into his gland.
A wave of pleasure crashes through our bodies. Wild, strange, impossible to explain, and absolutely overwhelming. I find myself climaxing, drifting into bliss, and I feel Salt orgasming too. A deep moan tears from his throat.
And then I hear his hoarse voice.
"Fuck me, Eliano. Shove it inside!"
I pull my teeth from his gland because I need to look at his flushed, sweaty face.
At the same time, Salt starts tearing off his pants.
I lean back slightly as he kicks them away and pulls his knees up, all within ten seconds.
"Do it. Shove it inside. Shove it."
My arousal surges again, but something stops me. Despite his obvious eagerness, at the same time I see something in his eyes: vulnerability. A shadow of fear, anxiety, uncertainty.
That’s not right. Not okay.
Slowly, I sit back and look at his exposed crotch. His cock is hard, his legs and knees drawn up. His burgundy star is visible, offered to me willingly. It’s slightly more puffy now; but still closed.
So this is the moment?
