Page 66 of Unbreak Me

His gaze slowly moved down my chest, then lingered even lower.

"Do you want me to do the same thing as last time?" I asked, just to make sure.

"Maybe we could, you know, rub up against each other a little, like… frotting—" he interrupted, as if he were embarrassed to say it out loud.

"Sure," I murmured with a slight smile.

Without further hesitation, I leaned down and kissed his neck, my lips brushing against his pale skin.

Unlike my own, both of his glands had been marked before. The scar from the bite, originating from his relationship with Nico years ago, was no longer visible, but as I kissed him, I could feel a subtle, characteristic thickening of the tissue—a faint reminder that he had once been marked during heat.

A moment later, Day had gently pulled back the collar of my shirt and gazed at the smooth skin of my glands, even running his finger over it to search for any markings.

"You… never?" he asked.

I murmured a ‘no’ without taking my lips off his gland, gently teasing it, because I knew it felt good.

For some reason, I was really drawn to his glands today. They were slightly swollen. I had the urge to lick and leave hickeys on them, and at one point, I could've sworn I caught a whiff of his sweet Allure, but it was probably just my imagination.

"Why?" he whispered.

"I've never been with an omega during his heat," I admitted.

Day was quiet for a long time as I caressed his neck, my fingers slipping under his shirt to find his nipple. It was hard, and I started playing with it, while he let out a soft, deep moan of pleasure.

His fingers moved down to my waist, and I felt him unzipping my pants. This was the first time he'd initiated touch like that, seeking more between us. A few seconds later, both our dicks were exposed, and despite the rather obvious size difference, Day managed to wrap his fingers around them in a way that allowed us to rub against each other, getting enough friction to feel good.

What was even more surprising was that, despite our touch being brief and not too intense, my arousal was buildingincredibly fast—almost as if we’d been passionately making out for minutes on end, lost in a multitude of caresses.

My blood heated up, my veins filling with the intense desire to lie on top of his slim body, push into him, and possess him, not just physically but also mentally, to find myself inside Day, in that garden of shadows, sadness, and pain, and plant new life there, hope, and joy.

Interestingly, I could sense a similar state in Day—a rapidly growing arousal, almost overwhelming hunger to be penetrated, impaled, his free hand clasped my back, his nails scratching lightly.

And we hadn't even done that much, I'd just touched his nipples and kissed his neck, while he'd rubbed our dicks together. It was pretty basic—a minimal plan, freshman-year stuff, but it turned out to be more than enough. I was quickly approaching the finish line, my arousal seemingly linked to his, as we were both speeding up toward the peak, like on a wild rollercoaster.

A few more movements, a few more pinches of his nipple, a few more sweet moans from Day, and I felt an ecstatic wave wash over me, and at the same time, over him.

We both let out low, groaning sounds; then the wetness spread on my lower abdomen… I raised my head and looked into his eyes.

His cheeks were flushed, and his lips, with their appealing sweet shape and deep pink color, were slightly parted, making them all the more enticing.

For the first time during our intimate interactions, Day had his eyes open all the time, and I could gaze into them intently.

"That was fast, I haven't come that quickly since I was a teenager," I muttered with some embarrassment.

Day chuckled softly. "Well, you're twenty-six, but I'm older, and it's still happening to me just as fast. I guess it's all those years of celibacy."

I made no comment, just laid my head on his shoulder, and we rested like that in silence.

It was strange—and definitely growing—there were more and more moments when it felt like I could almost read his thoughts. Day seemed to be wrestling with something, some doubt gnawing at him. Suddenly, he cleared his throat and said hesitantly, "I forgot to take my suppressants yesterday."

Again, I didn't know how to respond. Suppressants were his idea, part of the conditions he'd insisted on when we got married.

"You haven’t started taking suppressants yet, have you?" he asked slowly, though there wasn’t any discontent in his tone.

I shook my head and murmured, "Not to make excuses or anything, but according to the contract, I have the whole first month to start with that."

"I’m not saying this to scold you. Honestly, it might even be a good thing you didn’t rush it. It takes two or three days to fully clear suppressants from your system, and since I forgot yesterday, it’s been twenty-four hours. But… I’ve been noticing something strange. Like, on the edge of my perception, I think I can almost sense a faint scent. I can’t quite catch it, but it’s… tempting. It’s pulling me in."

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