Page 138 of Toxic

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 wasmadly, 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!

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