"I love you, Blue," I whisper, smiling, and he blinks, his eyes teary.
And then that wounded version of Blue, the shy, sensitive, fragile kid hidden deep inside his fortress, finally curls his fingers around mine and returns my smile.
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The peak of the heat arrives the very next day. Blue’s body is unbelievably overheated and pleasure-drunk, loudly and shamelessly demanding over a dozen orgasms a day, while I keep being his devoted heat servant, making sure he never has to wait a minute longer than necessary for his relief.
There are moments when I step out to use the bathroom, though, and if I linger too long under the shower, a drawn-out call reaches me from the bedroom, almost offended and pouty in tone.
So I rush back immediately, only to be greeted by puffed-up lips that make it very clear Blue had to wait half a minute too long.
Grinning, I climb right back on top of him and sink into him in one thrust, and he comes instantly. His beautiful flat stomach is literally coated in layer after layer of dried streaks of cum, so whenever I manage to slip away for a moment while he’s distracted, I hurry into the bathroom and grab the special wipes Blue apparently kept for exactly this kind of situation. I dampen them and sit beside him, gently cleaning his stomach while Blue watches me the entire time with immense focus, his eyes lockedonto my face with the intensity of a wild omega: obsessive, demanding, expectant.
Oh, how I adore this heat version of Blue.
There’s something so stripped-down and genuine about him like this. His intellect and genius stop feeling intimidating, while his physical nature rises to the surface instead, hungry and beautiful in its rawness.
Blue spends almost the entire heat in the bedroom, leaving only for quick showers. I’m the one who goes to James and asks him to prepare special food suitable for heat, high-calorie shakes Blue can force himself to swallow because he refuses to chew anything solid, which is apparently common for many omegas during heat.
James prepares the shakes and knocks softly at the bedroom door. I crack it open just enough to discreetly take them from him before returning to the bed, where Blue lies tangled in the sheets, usually with his legs spread open.
I sit beside him, slide a straw through the lid of the shake, and bring it to his lips. Blue drinks while staring at me the entire time, never taking his eyes off me for even a second.
That’s another peculiar but sweet thing about Blue during heat.
His gaze follows meconstantly, tracking every movement I make, keeping me in sight at all times. No matter where I move around the room, I’m under surveillance. Even when I change the sheets, the pair of sapphire eyes watches that and every other thing I do.
Of course, there’s no way I’d let James into the room to clean, so I do it instead. I refuse to let anyone see Blue like this, so open, so blissed-out, so sensual.
Blue is mine alone, and I could never allow some outsider to disrupt the perfect atmosphere filling his bedroom, the place where he blooms, where he’s relaxed, spontaneous, completelyuninhibited in his desire, free to surrender to instinct without shame. Nobody has the right to intrude on that.
Several times I’m forced to drive Simon out of the penthouse, and twice even Dimitri tries to get in to talk to Blue about various matters. But I answer them firmly and send them to Adams instead, telling them he’ll be making decisions for now because Blue cannot be disturbed.
And interestingly enough, to my amazement, Blue himself shows absolutely no interest in company matters during any of this. He’s entirely focused on physical pleasure and on experiencing his heat fully, without sharing his time with anything else.
I admire him for how perfectly he can separate himself from the rest of his life and dedicate these days entirely to himself. Well, to be fair, he spent his whole life sacrificing himself for others, working from morning until night, and he deserves to have this time belong solely to him.
The third day of the heat is calmer already.
The sex slows down. I move inside Blue with long, gentle thrusts. His entrance is swollen, puffy, and extremely sensitive, and it takes only a few movements before Blue’s cock trembles, producing sweet, pearly droplets.
I lick them away because I know the substances in them strengthen my own rut, filling me with energy and keeping exhaustion at bay when ordinarily I would probably be starting to feel drained and sleepy.
Blue insists on trying every possible position.
I take him from behind, against the wall in the shower, lying down, on all fours, from the side. He rides me facing forward, then backward, and at one point even insists I fuck him standing up while he hangs upside down with his head lowered.
His creativity is incredibly enjoyable and definitely keeps things entertaining for both of us.
That evening I can feel the heat beginning to fade.
So I make love to him very slowly, very gently, and unexpectedly I feel Blue brush his fingers across my face and cheek before sliding his index finger against my gums.
Throughout the entire heat, he was the one marking me. Both my glands carry the imprint of his teeth.
But until now, I’d never sensed complete openness from him when it came to letting me leave my mark on his glands too.
Something about this heat changed him, softened him, and gave him to me just a little more fully.
