Page 139 of Toxic

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 unexplainablequasi-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.

SOREN

I woke up completely hangover-free, but somehow, on a subconscious level, I didn’t even expect to feel knocked down from all those drinks. It was about 8:00 am, which meant it was time for us to go to breakfast and class, but I lay awake for a long time—motionless, desperately pushing away the moment when the hellish ‘conscience-hangover’ would start.

Skye's dick was still buried in me, as it had been all night. Super-crazy-night.

It was difficult to believe that an alpha was capable of such a long erection, except during the heat, when they were known to maintain it for up to several days.

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