SKYE

Soren's dark pink lips tasted like raspberries and vanilla cream. And vodka. My anger immediately melted away. I forgot the sight of Don's face, blood streaming down. In one instant, all the negative feelings vanished, replaced by hunger and the desire to satisfy it…

But Soren quickly pulled back, still holding my hand. His eyes were almost black, his pupils huge.

"Do you want it, Skye? If you want it, you can have it tonight."

"I want anything you want to give me!"

"Today you will get it, then," he said, turned around pulling me behind him and rushed up the stairs

Literally in a dozen seconds we were on our floor, I pushed open the door to my room and Soren followed behind me.

We kissed again right behind the closed door. I pressed him against the wall, his mouth was open, waiting, so I devoured his lips, the tip of my tongue plunging in, deeper with each teasing swirl, exploring, tasting the inside, so wet and yielding. Soren let out that soft, broken, sweet sound I loved just as I pulled away from his lips and shifted my attention to his neck I had missed so much. My greedy lips sucked hard at his gland, slightly grazing it with my teeth. As Soren let out a serenade of delightful sounds, my whole body trembled in preparation for the one thing—that I had wanted all along.

I knew this was the day my dream would come true.

To be honest, I didn't even remember how we shuffled over to the bed, Soren collapsed on it and I collapsed on top of him, pulling up his thin mesh shirt that I had been staring at all evening, instantly noticing how stiff and dark the raspberry tips of his nipples were, and obsessively concentrating on them, nibbling and sucking, turning them into tight, dark red peaks.

My lips roamed over his straining, impatient body with much more vehemence than usual. I knew I was giving him numerous hickeys, but I didn't care. I longed for him, I needed to savor him, to consume him all at once. I went up and down between Soren's neck, nipples and his tantalizing lips, so plump, soft, welcoming and wet—I kissed him, pushing them wide open, diving in, as my pulse became nothing but a frantic drumbeat in my ears. I tore off the rest of his clothes, exposing his lithe body. Now, I could continue to lick his belly, flattening my tongue and lapping over it as his dick poked me, dripping pre-cum everywhere.

Soren was panting like a racing dog when I finally took his crimson, straining cock deep into my mouth. Only then did he grunt in relief, and he came almost immediately, after perhaps five bobs of my head, making noisy, convulsive gasps.

But I knew that this was not the end. Soren didn't even stop being hard, his dick just kept straining relentlessly, demanding more attention. Yep, I always remembered, he was able to climax four times in one hour.

My lips were literally feasting on him now, slurping his jizz, running long trails of kisses, my tongue eagerly savoring his skin, which was a little salty-sweet at this point. Soren had been dancing for a good half hour, and this tantalizing taste was driving me crazy, reminding me that he was living flesh, his physical reality so delectably palpable. I acted as if I wanted to gobble him all up and couldn't get enough.

At one point, my hand wandered down and found his wet crack, sliding along it. Soren's sounds crescendoing into a rather wild wailing. As I glided over his intimate place, his body intensely arched, seeking more contact. So, without prolonging it, I pulled back, needing to inspect the place, to admire his pink anal entrance that was now mine to take. We were in sync because at the same time, Soren grabbed under his knees, pulled them up to his chest, and simultaneously rolled his narrow hips slightly up, almost in an offering, making his hole more pronounced, more available to me.

My gaze feasted on the view for a while, and time almost stood still. Slowly, I willed my gaze up from the wet gate to his reddened face, where our eyes locked.

"So pretty, all over," I growled in a deep, rumbling voice.

Soren responded with a long, seductive gaze from under his lashes. It was as if he wanted me to stare at his hole, wanted me to do a thorough inspection, and I gave it to him, placing my fingers on his ass cheeks, pushing them aside, drowning my eyes in the sight of his dark pink anal passage.

His entrance was wet, slightly open and pulsating almost rhythmically, I knew how he wanted it, his ring of muscles involuntarily clenched and rippled like that of an omega in heat.

"Do you consent, Soren?"

Soren literally laughed. "Hell yeah, I consent! I sooo fucking consent!"

And yet, some concern lingered in my mind. "But you're drunk."

"So are you, and that levels the field."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, do it, damn it, don't even dare to hesitate!"

My eyes roamed over his body, so beautifully offered to me, rode down the plains of his chest, long legs spread wide, the hole yawning open, intensely pink, with a quivering edge.

Slowly I unzipped my pants and pulled them down, then I put my hands under his buttocks, lifting him up like a plate and aligning my furiously red dick head with his welcoming orifice.

For a moment, I teased him with the tip, then I lowered his hips and instead of plunging in, I lay on top of Soren and kissed his lips once more—at the same time, my hips settled between his thighs and I pressed the head of my dick against his entrance again.

"This is it, this moment, Soren," I whispered, "We are about to become one."

Soren nodded, and only then I pushed in firmly, plunging into his hot tightness.

And…it happened.

The magic.

Our bodies were pierced by some kind of powerful current, it turned white and blue before my eyes, the room suddenly illuminated, as a strange electrical discharge surrounded us, crackling in the air—and I came in the most powerful orgasm I had ever experienced in my life, violently shaking my body.

I think I even lost consciousness for a moment as my soul almost separated from my body and merged with Soren's.

All I could hear were our gasps, and the electricity in the air, as waves of ecstasy took possession of me and rolled me mercilessly, yet sweetly, for what felt like close to a minute.

My mind was not fully present, my body shuddering.

But the moment I could form a first, coherent thought, that one thing echoed through me, perhaps piercing me even more intensely than the orgasm itself.

Was that, damn it, the famous First Orgasm of True Mates?!

Electrical discharge, hello!

The indisputable proof. It couldn't be normal—this blinding light and how long it lasted, how powerful it was!

I heard Soren groan, he seemed to share the same feelings, his mouth opened, and his eyes rolled back, his fists clenched on my shoulders, his nails digging into my skin almost painfully, as his dick vented strong jets of creamy spunk, splashing my abdomen repeatedly.

"Fuck," he howled, blinking his eyes.

"What the hell was that?" I muttered, burying my head in the crook of his neck, somehow scared to ask.

"Don't say it is what I think it is! Impossible, Skye, it's just that damn chemistry between us!"

Silence crept into the room. Maybe because of the shock of his blatant denial, I was speechless, didn't want to comment—not now, not while I was still buried in him. It could be the beginning of a heated discussion that could easily turn very bitter, destroying our first time. So I put it aside for now.

We lay like that for a while, letting our emotions settle, and then it was time to say something that just had to be said.

My face hovered over his face.

"I'm inside you, Soren," I breathed out. "Do you understand? Finally… I've been dreaming of this, for so long!"

His gray eyes stared at me, a new expression in them that I had never seen before. Not a trace of an arrogant and hostile beta, he looked so vulnerable, so completely trusting… In that particular moment, he really gave himself to me, I could feel it on every level.

"Thank you," I whispered, and he knew what I was thanking him for.

Then he let out a small groan and rasped out, "I wanted it too, Skye… fuck the consequences, for now—we are one."

I smiled softly and kissed him, but not on the lips. I kissed him on the forehead, on the temple, on the cheek—tenderly, slowly, lovingly.

He let me do it for a while, allowing me to pepper tenderness over his face. Then suddenly, a groan tore from his lips. "You're only the second person I truly wanted there. Nobody else, I wanted nobody else there…" His voice trembled.

"I know, baby," I whispered, touching his cheek gently. "I'm there because you invited me. And I will always go out, whenever you ask me to."

"Thank you for saying this," escaped his lips, his words were like a loud breath more than a whisper. Then he pleaded, "Make love to me, Skye, make love to me," in a breaking voice.

And I did.

Soon, I slowly began to move inside him, looking straight into his eyes. Soren's arms were wrapped tightly around my neck, his calves resting on my hips. I felt his unequivocal consent to our merging on the physical level and on the spiritual level at the same time. It was a very intense acceptance, as if our bodies truly melted into one, my movements deep, long and languorous; I could feel him, feel his every emotion, every thought.

He was, on the one hand, overwhelmed and frightened, and on the other, hungry and excited, thirsty for my closeness. He felt despicable for Liam's sake, but at the same time, he gave up his struggle to resist me. He just let himself collapse into the abyss of perdition.

Feeling him like this—his thoughts almost reverberating in my nervous system—made me fall for him even more. He was… strangely pure in his heart, his hostility was only on the surface. Despite the fact that he was cheating on Liam with me (irony!), he was… so good and hurt and scared and lost inside. And he was madly, insanely terrified of the future! Of loneliness. It was an almost petrifying fear.

Staring at his open, vulnerable face, I thrust slowly for a long time, but then naturally the pace quickened a bit as my hunger for him seemed to have no end. I wanted to reach his core, the unblemished, untainted part. Before life crushed him, mauled him, before everything came crumbling down on him, he was the most innocent boy there was. His own soul was so sensitive and tender that he had to build walls to protect it; high, thorny walls… But at the deepest core of his being, he was impeccable. And I loved him even more knowing him like that, not just physically.

"I can see your very soul, Soren… it's bright, so bright!" I moaned out, as I truly could see it, shining through him, his very essence. Then I noticed two translucent tears rolling down his cheeks, and I lovingly kissed them away.

So it went on. We swayed slowly, leisurely, tenderly. I made long slides with a little pause deep inside. I circled and rolled my hips, rocking to the sides, the thrusts becoming almost musically rhythmic, exploratory, as I tested how deep I could penetrate him. I carved to familiarize myself with his body and soul, to feel at home there, not just a welcome guest but a permanent resident.

My slow withdrawals peaked in the moments when only the head was inside, then I slowly sank all the way down until I was balls deep. Then backing out again, leaving only the tip inside, and the journey could begin all over again, my hardness sliding down, grazing firmly over the sensitive parts of Soren's passage, making him groan and whimper.

Soren was so tight and hot that it took my breath away, my arousal and pleasure skyrocketing, my heart pounding like a drum, as we both filled the room with our sighs, moans, and gasps.

I murmured in his ear confessions of love, assurances that I wanted to be with him forever, and also some dirty things about his precious tight hole that I wanted to continue to explore, like a ravenous caveman. Though he didn't respond, I could feel that something inside him was feeding on those words, like a withered flower coming back to life, a sponge soaking up every drop, or a starving person stumbling upon a feast, unsure if it's real, but indulging anyway.

We were both nearing our second orgasm, and it felt like surfing on a high tide. Something was rising inside of me too, a strange need I had only felt during heat sex with my exes. I could not understand it, could not analyze it, and certainly could not stop it.

My gums were tingling like crazy, the desire overwhelming, and I made an involuntary sound, hopelessly, because I was sure that Soren wouldn't even understand what it meant. But I was very wrong—from his throat came a matching sound. It wasn't perfect, since a beta's throat was not well-adjusted to this, but it was certainly something I had heard before! That one strange time on campus, the moment before… I made a small mark on his neck gland! It was there again—and the avalanche began. My mating fangs unfurled, and I plunged them into Soren's exposed neck.

And another orgasm happened—almost as powerful as the first, we both shivered, and I had to face another unexpected challenge—as if reflexively pushing out my mating fangs outside the heat wasn't strange enough. The middle of my dick began to tingle…

Fuck, I could not believe it! The whole package! I tried to retract my teeth and release Soren from the biting grip, but my body seemed to have a mind of its own—in a matter of seconds I felt my knot expand! It took a record time, normally it could stretch for almost a minute, but not now! With a confused grunt, I let my fangs remain in his neck as my dick swelled rapidly in his hot tightness. Soren let out the strangest sound, a mixture of a moan and a groan, mirroring my surprise?

At that moment, I read him like an open book… seeing his thoughts almost word for word. For some reason, Anton never fully did that! It was the first time Soren had ever been properly knotted!

I knew that some alphas needed full, ripe heats to entirely expand the knot, and during everyday sex, even if they had a deep connection with their partners, they could only swell their knots to half the size. Since Soren only had short mini-heats, it was possible that it did not trigger a full rut and full knotting in his ex. As for Don, he had no emotional connection to Soren, so it couldn't happen anyway.

During all this, my hips just didn't stop moving, despite my immense puzzlement. Alphas had knots at different parts of their dicks, some at the base, some at the top, but mine was in the middle, which allowed me to continue rocking inside. Now, with my dick lengthened by the knot, my bulbous head reached Soren's small uterine entrance, massaging it.

Never having experienced it before, Soren cried out in surprise, overwhelmed by an unexpected, ecstatic sensation, arched his back and… came hard. Even that movement did not push my fangs out of his neck, but I guess he didn't want it because his arms clenched even tighter around me, as if I were his last hope, a life raft.

I knew all this as if I were inside his mind, co-experiencing his orgasm as it spread through my nervous system like a phantom but pleasant sensation, a tingling, tantalizing shiver.

What else was there to do, if not enjoy it? I just kept moving inside, feeling like I was on some kind of drug, super high and elated, astonished, intoxicated. And I didn't even bother to ask myself why the hell I had this strange unexplainable quasi-telepathic connection with Soren, I just… accepted it, no questions interrupting my ecstasy.

Soon we were both climaxing at fairly regular intervals—literally every few minutes. What a streak! I had never experienced anything like this before, even during my exes' heats, usually I had to have a reset moment after intercourse, my dick becoming hypersensitive, but not this time…

With Soren, everything was magical.

Minutes passed, then half an hour and more… and I was still rocking inside him, and every few minutes or so his body would be shaken by a dizzying wave of orgasm. In my case, it happened more or less every ten minutes, so I would say he had the advantage.

No bragging, I had sex with him all night long without pulling away for a moment. Even when the knot loosened up after probably two hours, I just could not tear myself away from Soren. We were sweaty and sticky, with semen splattered all over us, slowly gluing us together, then crusting and peeling off in the form of little white rolls, but we just kept going like crazy—it was as if we were both possessed, swept away by lust to the point that it simply could not be dispelled.

Well after 2 am, we were so tired that I was lying behind him in the spoon position—half asleep, but still buried in him. Even though I fell into a deep slumber for maybe half an hour, I woke up feeling my hips move almost reflexively, without my will. Soren was barely awake as well, but his body was immediately shaken by another wave of orgasm, and his eyes opened for a few seconds, only to close again, and he continued to sleep.

I couldn't count how many times we climaxed that night. It was really wild, as if some magic welded us together and didn't let us separate for a moment, our bodies were wet and the sheet was literally covered with a layer of goo, but we couldn't stop.

Only now, as I witnessed the bizarre sexual rampage, did I return to my initial suspicion that this couldn't be just casual chemistry between two random people. In my opinion, that would be impossible—not with this level of intensity. I was almost certain it was a phenomenon of a particular kind: the magic of True Mates. The only problem was that, through our quasi-telepathic connection, I felt a lot of internal resistance from Soren—he just wasn't accepting it.

Drifting in and out of sleep, I sleepily pondered over what had happened.

This rather bizarre memory of white and blue electric charges puzzled me. I was semi-lucid, floating through strange visions of a primal, submerged ocean on Jupiter's moon, Europa, where our alien ancestors lived and communicated through telepathy and electrical discharges. My mind conjured looming images of these creatures mating in a spectacle of sizzling electric currents. It felt more like a figment of my imagination, but I let myself indulge in this incoherent daydreaming—or was it nightdreaming?

For some reason, I couldn't fall asleep completely.

Even when I pushed those fantasies and visions out of my mind, sleep just wouldn't come—my nervous system way too fired up to calm down.

When Soren drifted off, I decided to take out my phone (which required some gymnastics, since we were still connected), and I began reading about beta+alpha True Mate cases.

Soon, I stumbled upon a short article discussing the idea of so-called ‘betas' hidden True Mates.'

The article started by presenting a bold theory that betas don't actually have fewer True Mates than omegas and alphas; it's just way harder for them to find each. However, the author argued that their cases were not hopeless after all.

Slowly I scrolled through the article. The crucial issue was how they recognized each other. Alphas and omegas had two strong advantages over betas: they could either sniff each other Allure out or experience an electric tingle during the ‘First Touch', which varied in strength. Of course, some factors, like suppressants, or pregnancy, could completely block the scent or even dull the tingling sensation. But in all those cases, the touch or smell served as the starting point for the Pull, initiating the first stage—an early Bond between True Mates.

In betas' case, the only obvious and trustworthy test that worked as good as for AOs—was the famous ‘First Orgasm', which initiated the second, crucial stage of establishing the cementing Bond between True Mates. Only then would the True Mates' bodies begin to synchronize energetically, healing and rejuvenating each other during Joining. In betas, the first stage of the Bond, the part preceding ‘First Orgasm', would also start to form, but far more slowly! It could sometimes take weeks or months instead of just a few days. Hence, recognizing the mate was harder—the signs were just more vague than with alphas and omegas.

What was even more confusing was that betas couldn't actually die at this stage, if separated, only AOs would, if the bonding process was broken or disrupted early on. Instead, betas would be left in a state of constant longing and suffering, which… rang a few bells for me! I had surely suffered greatly during our separation, and Soren had too. However, it also had its limits. After the First Orgasm, the Bond would accelerate and strengthen significantly—and beta True Mates could no longer be separated, just like alphas and omegas—it would also lead to their death.

The differences were quite misleading. I could see how all of this would lead to confusion and doubts about the validity of the mateship.

The author emphasized that this rule applied not only to beta+beta TMs but also to beta+alpha, beta+omega… and, to make matters even more complicated, similar disruptions would be present in same-gender couples, such as alpha+alpha and omega+omega. In those cases, the Allure would be less recognizable and more confusing, and they could also be separated for longer periods during the initial stage of bonding.

To be honest, it was a lot. My mind was buzzing. I still wasn't entirely sure that this was exactly what had happened in our case, since the details were only briefly described. But there were strong clues that almost begged for further investigation. Would Soren even agree to discuss it? I had a nagging feeling that we shouldn't just put the subject aside. It could be much more dangerous now, as separation longer than a week or two after the First Orgasm might result in serious physical side effects.

The only challenge now was… presenting my conclusions to Soren.