I am about to say something, but then he suddenly speaks.
"I want you so desperately, Blue. I admire you, I adore you, I want to be worthy of you, but I am terrified of the world that surrounds you, a world that is alien to me, where I am an intruder, just a felon… I want to apologize for my outburst there, but the feelings were real and weighed on me heavily."
I can see how much it costs him to say that, his breath hitching in his chest, so I gently reach out and brush my hand over his pecs.
A slight shiver runs through him.
"Oh, Gabriel, I missed you while I was sitting at that table alone. That was not what I wanted, even though for a moment I thought maybe it would be better that way. But no, it wasn’t. And I am not ashamed of you, so never think you don’t belong in my world. You belong to me, and that is enough. That is what matters, Gabriel."
My hand moves from his chest up along his neck, brushing over his gland and drawing another shiver from him.
"Do not push yourself away from me because you think you are wiser than Fate, that you understand our situation better, because you do not. It brought us together for a reason, and I know… Fate made the right choice."
Gabriel stays silent. My hand continues along his neck, lightly teasing, then I slide my fingers to his cheek and suddenly feel a damp trace of a tear. I have this weird urge to meet him in this state he is in,no patronizing, no distancing, no lecturing.
"Gabriel, please… just… hold me."
Gabriel’s eyes lock onto mine with a hint of surprise. I think he expected a cold, logical argument from me, but not this time.
I can see it in him, desire tangled with fear.
Slowly I place my wrist, the one he marked, just over his lips, and touch them with the surface of the mark. He blinks and places a small kiss on the scar.
"Take me, make love to me, let’sforget the whole worldtogether…" I whisper, wanting to give him that feeling, that acceptance, and allow myself to just feel it too. "You’re my alpha… My protector."
And those emotional words really do ignite something in him, creating a real change. The look in his eyes shifts, and he moves in a quick, sharp motion, leaning over me as our lips meet.
I feel it again, his energy above me, around me, that sweet, virile presence of his body. A powerful current of strength running through every cell of him, the power that can stop the universe in its course. The pleasant scent of his skin seems even more distinct to me today. It really resembles apple pie, with a fresh hint of green apple fragrance.
For some reason, I recall that before we met, I had a brief vision of a hand holding mine, and I could smell that scent, exactly that one, as if Fate had given me a taste of my future.
The sweet but fresh tone is dizzying, Gabriel slides his lips down to my neck, and as a result, my own mouth ends up close to his gland. It draws my attention. I brush my lips over it gently. That part of anyone’s body never interested me before, but now it strangely holds my focus.
Almost experimentally, I slip my tongue out and drag it along the surface of it. The glands are slightly raised above the surface, located exactly where the neck meets the shoulders. In most people they aren’t visible, especially with darker skin, but in very pale individuals you can sometimes notice a faint pinkish area and feel a slight swell under your lips.
In Gabriel’s case, with his reddish hair, I can see that subtle flush of pink.
I lightly nip at the spot with my teeth, and Gabriel goes still for a moment. I’ve never extended my mating fangs before.Some people can do it at will, but usually it happens during sexual arousal.
Obviously, I’ve never done it. I only tested my artificial teeth implanted in my gums, which are just thin needles filled with poison. But as for my real mating fangs, they stay dormant deep in my gums… What if I tried to bring them out?
As if sensing my interest in that part of his body, Gabriel’s lips now move gently over the place where I hope my own glands will someday grow back. Just a few days ago, I would have pulled away, but now I give in. I open up to it, letting him kiss and lightly suck at the skin there. It gives me a strange sense of bliss, the feeling that he doesn’t feel disgust when he touches that mutilated place, only tenderness and care, and it melts my unease away.
Then his mouth moves down to my chest, brushing over my nipples. I never touched myself there, but I’m learning more and more about what I like thanks to Gabriel. It sends extremely pleasant shivers through me and draws waves of blood down into my lower abdomen.
It also stirs that strange but overwhelming urge to spread my legs wide. It’s instinctive, happening without my will, but I don’t resist, I just do it.
Gabriel reads the signal flawlessly and slides between my thighs, a low, vibrating purr accompanying the movement, a sound of satisfaction and approval, and a signal to the omega that the alpha wants to give him pleasure.
It surprises me that compared to the last time, now I can easily recognize it. Could it be that changes have already started in me?
We’ve only been having sex for a few days. Maybe our Joining has already stimulated my endocrine system?
Gabriel doesn’t waste time. His mouth lowers to my cock, which stands hard, begging for attention.
I love the feeling of his warm, wet mouth on it. I don’t know what it’s like to get a blowjob from anyone else, but one thing is certain: Gabriel shows a great deal of enthusiasm, which makes it perfect. I close my eyes and surrender to the sensation.
One of the most pleasurable parts of all of this is that he’s trying to make me feel good, prioritizing me, and that alone elevates the whole experience to another level. Then, when his mouth moves to my entrance, I let out a deep breath, because indeed I’m already addicted to the feeling. His tongue slides over my petals, catching, nudging, his lips sealing around them and pulling slightly, and I tremble all over as my precum spills from my cock, sticky drops falling onto my abdomen.
