Page 65 of Toxic

He looked at me and asked, "What are you doing?"

"I changed your sheets. The old one was still dirty." I pointed shyly at the crumpled bed linen.

Soren was silent for a moment, then took the sheet and carried it to the bathroom. I followed him and threw the pad into the bin there. Soren watched me but didn't say anything. However, I could sense his strange confusion.

We went back to the room.

"The pizza will be here in half an hour," I announced.

Soren lay down on the bed, but interestingly, he did not cover himself with the blanket. He stretched out on his back and stared at the ceiling. I sat in the chair and watched him too.

Silence fell. It was a bit strange to sit like that, with him lying flat. He lifted his hand and lightly touched the lip ring, causing it to spin a little.

I noticed he was wearing a very thin white T-shirt. In the artificial light, I could see the dark outline of his nipples poking through the flimsy material. I stared at them, feeling a wave of desire that was challenging to fight, but I did what I could. He had miscarried yesterday, any sexual activity was out of the question. I had to respect that; he needed to rest. But Soren seemed to see it differently because he suddenly said, "Touch me, Skye."

These were quiet words, and he didn't look at me, his head turned slightly to the side toward the corner of the wall. I knew, I could feel, how much it cost him to say it.

"But you're feeling unwell."

"My dick is fine."

"It's a bad idea, Soren. You had a miscarriage, I wouldn't—"

"I'm not asking you for full-blown sex, Skye," he murmured in a sullen voice, "I think you know what my words meant."

He was right, I knew exactly what he wanted. It still felt bad, inappropriate, but it was his request.

I moved to the edge of the bed, which swayed slightly under the weight of my body. Soren still wasn't looking at me; he was gazing off to the side. My hand moved slowly along his arm to his elbow, where his bare skin was visible. I continued up his forearm unhurriedly and finally slid my fingers into his palm, intertwining them with his. His fingers responded with a slight squeeze, sending another wave of elation through me. Gosh, how I craved his closeness.

Gradually, I moved into a position that gave me better access to his torso. Then I slowly leaned forward, my hands supported on either side of his head, and slowly brought my face closer to his. Of course, he wasn't looking at me, his lips were parted, but I wasn't brave enough to try to touch them. I pecked him gently on the cheek, moving my mouth to his cheekbone and then higher up to his temple, before slowly lowering my kisses to his ear. He immediately turned his head to the side to make room for me. My lips, as always, found his neck gland and planted a kiss on it; he smelled so good…

Only then did I realize that the subtle hint of vanilla I had sensed before was now gone! Soren smelled of dahlia with a hint of mint. Was the vanilla scent really related to his pregnancy, as is often the case with omegas?

My other hand slid gently over his belly, making a small circle around his navel, and then slowly, very slowly, went up, tickling his ribs, and finally slid even higher, teasing his stiff nipples. I heard that soft, very soft, guttural moan again. This time, Soren closed his eyes, fully surrendering to my touch. I knew how it would go; I knew he could come quickly, and I could already do it the way he liked it best. I wanted to give it to him.

So I slowly pulled up his shirt, exposing his hardened nipples. "So pretty, so sexy…" I murmured, pressing my lips to one of them, sucking and biting lightly. His breathing accelerated as he raised his hands and threw them behind his head, almost as if giving himself to me. I knew—quite physically—that he was very ready, very willing, and I knew it wouldn't take long. So I lowered my hand and pulled his pants off his hips.

He was already close, his dick rock-hard. I could tell by the way it was throbbing, with pre-cum flowing from the slit. Then I slid lower and took his stiff shaft in my mouth. Ten seconds later, he came, letting out that characteristic quiet, deep moan of his. I gobbled it all down.

Then I slowly stood up, pulled down his shirt, and pulled up his pants. I sat next to him, feeling the tension in my own crotch, since I had not reached my own completion, but I didn't want it now, not in the state he was in. I couldn't expect it from him.

"If you want, I can give you a hand job," he said quietly, still not looking at me, his eyes closed.

"No, thanks, today is your day, so you deserve to rest and let someone else take care of you."

I sensed his irritation. "I don't need you to take care of me!"

"Maybe I put it wrong. I just meant help, and support."

He fell silent for a moment, like he was thinking about something, then muttered, "Sorry, I didn't mean to snap at you. I really appreciate your support, I just react like this because it's all so… complicated."

I didn't ask how complicated it was because I already knew. It was incredibly complicated.

"We have some studying to do. Maybe you'd like to do it together before the pizza guy arrives?" I suggested it casually.

"Sure, we can study," he blurted out, shifting deeper into the bed, so I could sit closer. I pulled out my laptop, and for a while, we reviewed the code our professor had sent us to analyze. It turned out that Soren had a pretty good grasp of the subject already and mostly guided me on how to implement certain solutions. He was halfway through explaining something when we heard a knock at the door. It was the pizza guy.

We started eating soon after. The atmosphere became relaxed and frankly, very normal. In casual conversation, Soren wasn't as distant and unpleasant as he was whenever the topic was more… intimate. He was just a regular guy you could talk to.

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