I’m shaking. My heart is pounding. I’m getting hotter.
Close. So close.
With my hand still reaching back, Gabriel suddenly pulls it toward his face, pressing my wrist against his mouth, then sliding it slightly toward his glands.
I stay in this strange position, arched back on one elbow, the other arm extended behind me. I feel exposed. Handed over to him, so intimately presented with my ass cheeks spread wide.
And the fact that everything now depends on him, how close I am to orgasm, it’s… thrilling. The approach toward loss of control, toward surrender, falling into abandon; it’s carving new pathways in my brain, rewriting something inside me. This lack of control I used to hate turns into this dive into pleasure, and I’m experiencing it fully, fascinated, amazed.
Yes, I’m getting closer. Right at the edge. Teetering, wanting to tumble down.
Suddenly a sound tears out of Gabriel’s throat, the AO call I’ve never heard before. My omega mind, not fully wired, struggles to interpret it, but some part of me tries to mimic it. I answer with something similar, softer, thinner, but fairly close.
Then Gabriel presses his mouth firmly to my ring of petals, sealing around it and sucking hard.
The force of it breaks something loose inside me. I moan, and my cock jerks, ejecting long streaks of white semen.
Right as the amazing orgasm hits me, Gabriel pulls away from my entrance and… bites into my wrist.
Sharp pressure, then sweet pain, mixed with another wave of pleasure that makes me cry out.
Wow! Gabriel has marked me on my small wrist gland!
I come down from it in a state close to euphoria, stunned, as if an immense surge of energy has expanded through my entire body. A rush of joy that he has claimed the only remaining piece of me, theold Blue, the one who existed before the accident. That small remnant of the past, and now he has marked it as his.
At the same time, I finally understand what his sound meant. A request, a permission to mark. And I had given it without realizing it, but… I don’t regret it. On the contrary, I feel almost ecstatic.
I turn and look at him.
"That was perfect!" I groan out, still catching my breath.
He lifts his face from my wrist. I see a faint trace of blood on his lip, and two thin white fangs protruding between them.
That primal look, that wild alpha expression, makes me grin widely.
This whole thing is insane.
The first part of the experiment that was aboutsexhas completely taken hold of me. I’m no longer just observing it. I’m a participant in it, both subject and object.
Gabriel smiles back.
A wide, happy grin. I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone smile with mating fangs out before, but I know I’ll remember this picture for the rest of my life.
GABRIEL
The looks on my parents’ faces when Blue and I walk into the living room are ones of genuine surprise, even a little confusion.
But they both greet Blue politely and invite him to the holiday table, where all my brothers are already seated.
Everything is decorated for the holidays, the tree beautifully dressed. The familiar atmosphere from my childhood remains unchanged, but… there’s something else in the air too, a single, underlying tension.
Marlow is here as well, of course. When he sees us, he stands and gives Blue a polite bow. That’s when I notice how pale his face is, unhealthy, with dark circles under his eyes like something is eating him from the inside. He’s wearing a fluffy white sweater patterned with brown cats.
Next to him sits our half-brother, Dallas, who is a beta. He wears thick glasses, and his hair is carrot-orange, falling in messy curls over his forehead and freckled cheeks. Dallas is older than Marlow and me, at twenty-six.
He works at a college as a junior lecturer and is finishing his doctorate.
I notice that at the sight of Blue, his brows knit slightly, and he greets him only minimally, not offering a handshake, because of course I warned everyone that Blue doesn’t do that.
