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"Yes," I answered, narrowing my eyes.

Soren had not expected such an answer. He almost chuckled but stopped himself.

"Even if I did, so what?" he made a burbling sound, looking away.

My eyes were drawn to two small blood spots on his glands. I swallowed. So my fangs had lightly scratched him… the area around was slightly pink. It wasn't a full mark, just small punctures, barely the beginning of a mark, but still… I felt a slight wave of heat. Maybe he felt it too? That's why he was masturbating?

"I interrupted you… it's very uncool of me to interrupt someone while they’re dildo-fucking. We need to correct that.Especially since I can sense that you're damn wet in there and still dripping…"

He was silent, his cheeks burning, his breath almost getting caught in his chest as my fingers made circular motions around his now soft, lubricated hole. I quickly grabbed his waist tighter with my other hand and pushed him toward the bed. Soren did not protest.

"Where is it?" I growled, feeling my blood pressure rise.

He closed his eyes. "Second drawer."

I reached out and immediately found it, a pale pink dildo shaped like an alpha penis, still wet from his slick. Soren hadn’t even had time to wash it, apparently he just wanted to hide it quickly.

Unhurriedly, almost in a celebratory manner, I picked it up and looked at it for a while.

"I can use it on you…" I whispered. "You have a 100% pass rate on the exam. I think it's a good day for such a fun reward," I muttered encouragingly.

He let out a quiet, slightly amused snort.

"All in all… I didn't count on 100%. I guess, the tutoring served me well. Maybe I’m the one who owes you money now?"

"No way," I rasped, lowering my lips to his neck and licking his scratched glands. "You are so… capable, Soren, so talented! Thank you. Accomplishments like this will make a great employee…" I purred, licking his neck, my hands wandered to his nipples and squeezed them lightly, making him whimper.

"Thanks," he whispered breathlessly.

In a few quick moves, I stripped him of his T-shirt and pressed my lips to his hard nipples. Soren thrashed around on the bed, making adorable sounds. His stiff dick poked my side.

Only then did I slowly slide the dildo along his crack, teasing him a bit. He gasped for air at the very moment I brushed over his wet opening.

Still sucking on one of his nipples, I slowly pushed the dildo against his entrance and slid it inside. It went in fairly easily. Soren was breathing fast, his hands lifted and rested on my back. He squeezed his eyes shut as I began to move the dildo inside, directing it firmly toward his prostate.

His body trembled slightly, his hips raised themselves, coming forward a little, his thighs instinctively parting wider. I knew it was closing fast. Probably by the time I came here, he had already been at it for a while and was halfway to orgasm anyway—I just finished the job. With a prolonged moan, Soren arched his spine and orgasmed, his fingers almost painfully hooked into my back, his dick pulsing and ejaculating in a very stimulating spectacle.

Seconds after his dick produced its last spurt, I lay on top of him, muttering in his ear to tighten his legs. All it took for me was a dozen thrusts between his squeezed thighs, and I also unloaded all over his wet crease—whenever I saw Soren climaxing, it pushed me instantly to my own release.

We lay like this for a while in silence, my head on his chest.

I could hear the rapid beating of his heart, which gradually calmed down. I did not know what to say, as the same stifling fear was growing inside me. I felt that Archer was right, I should make my case now, as soon as possible, but still, unfortunately… I was a coward.

***

During that last week of college, a brief, seemingly insignificant incident occurred. One day, about four days before graduation, we were standing in line at the cafeteria. Suddenly, I caught a pleasant, sweet scent—floral with a hint of freshness, maybeeven a bit minty. It was saturated with pheromones, and I shivered slightly. An omega standing right in front of Soren turned around and looked at me with grayish-blue eyes. He had shoulder-length black hair and stood around 5’9".

His eyes locked onto mine, and his nostrils flared slightly. He was some young student I hadn’t seen before. He opened his mouth like he was about to say something, but Soren, standing between us, shot him a deadly glare. The guy quickly turned back around, looking startled.

We found a table soon after, but that student sat pretty close to us. I noticed Soren had a sour expression, clearly aware that the guy kept sneaking glances at me from time to time.

"What’s his problem?" Soren muttered at one point as the student glanced my way again.

I hesitated before replying, but eventually let it out.

"I think he might be my Half Mate. His scent is really vibrant."

Soren’s face fell slightly, his lips pressing into a thin line. His gaze turned icy as he shot daggers at the student.

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