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My expression must have said it all because he blushed.

"Our bodies will change, Liam. That’s how True Mate magic works. We’ll be able to have children. I’m pretty sure that the last load was already… quite viable." I wiggled my eyebrows, glancing meaningfully down.

Liam blinked in shock, and his eyes instinctively went to his stomach.

Meanwhile, my gaze wandered over his naked form, and in a sudden impulse, I lowered myself, pulling him closer, no longer wanting to speak. Liam gasped softly. My lips couldn't tear themselves away from his body; I slid them down to his neck, which I had once been so fixated on—it was finally available to me. I noticed then that his glands were no longer pale and flat but pink and slightly protruding. I immediately sucked on it, overwhelmed by a strange need.

"I need more of you, Liam, much more…" I mumbled, and relocated, so I was lying on top of him and could pull his knees upward without any hesitation. I pressed into his wet hole again, with one greedy and quick motion, thrusting all the way in. I had to possess him; I had to make Liam mine forever, this urge was immense. He groaned, just grasping under his knees to make my access easier.

"I'm going to fuck you now, Liam, and I'm going to continue doing that for as long as your heat lasts," I breathed out.

"Yes, please…"

I rocked into him, and he accepted it with a deep moan. I could literally feel the fire igniting in my veins; I was pierced by light shivers, similar to mini orgasms, as I started pumping intohim with an intense rhythm, looking straight into his slightly glazed eyes.

With each of my thrusts, he let out a breathy moan, but it wasn't the end; the intensity was only increasing. The blood was boiling in my veins, and I knew that something had irreversibly changed in me, something was awakening.

Liam's gland caught my eye again, pink and slightly swollen, waiting. My earlier fascination was nothing compared to what I felt now, almost obsessively fixating my eyes on that part of his body.

I fucked him with even and long thrusts; I knew exactly what I wanted, what fantasy I was going to make real because there was this new, unfamiliar sensation in my gums, this pressure I had never felt before.

"Gonna mark you…" I managed, as my mating fangs were pushed out of my gums.

Liam exhaled sharply as he saw the long, thin teeth sliding out from between my lips, but immediately turned his head slightly and presented his gland to me. I already knew exactly what he wanted and what he agreed to.

With a growl that my throat had never produced before, I leaned in and sank my fangs into his neck.

We both came immediately, in an astonishing orgasm that was a mixture of a strange possessive feeling, wildly feral desire, and a sweet pain that could not even be called pain, rather an intense shudder spreading throughout the nervous system.

It was almost too much, my dreams of someday marking my mate had finally come true, and in the best possible way—while holding my True Mate in my arms.

His insides clenched around me in spasms as another phenomenon began to happen in my body—another tickling, this time in a completely different part of it, not in my gums.

I wanted to warn him, to tell him what was about to happen, but I couldn't; I just couldn't get the strength to pull my fangs out of his neck.

So, when my knot swelled, slowly filling with blood, Liam made a surprised sound, but didn't try to push me away. He just took a few deeper breaths, trying to relax to accommodate me, feeling as my knot expanded rapidly in his hole.

Finally, I forced myself to get my fangs out of his neck, lifted my head, and looked into his eyes.

"I'm sorry, but it was stronger than me, baby…" I said.

Liam was panting, his lips parted and very red, his cheeks rosy. The skin on his neck was flamed and slightly wet.

"What are you apologizing for? After all these years of being ignored, pushed away, and no one wanting me, you're giving me everything I've ever dreamed of and more. Don't you dare say you're sorry for those things!"

For the next two hours, Liam and I made love intensely and without any break.

Our bodies were covered in sweat, but finally, the wave of heat that had taken over Liam had subsided. He was so exhausted that he fell asleep almost instantly, nestled against my side. It was obvious that despite all the big changes his body had gone through, Liam didn’t yet have the metabolic strength of an omega, and was still very thin, so the fatigue hit him faster.

And honestly, it hit me too—I’m not going to lie. I fell asleep right there next to him and woke up about three hours later, just as the sun was dipping below the horizon. I felt totally wiped out, but I managed to drag myself out of bed, feeling a sense of duty. I headed to the kitchen and whipped up two huge protein shakes with bananas, hoping they'd give us a boost of energy.

Another issue was also pressing—both of us definitely needed a shower.

When I went back to the bedroom, Liam was lying on his stomach, arms spread out, face turned to the side, cheeks pink, which was typical for a ripe heat. I sat down beside him, with the shakes in my hands.

"Baby, I know you’re tired, but you should drink this. Another wave could start any minute, and you’ll need all the strength you can get," I murmured softly, brushing his slender arm.

Liam slowly opened his eyes and focused on me. It was nice to see there was no stress or fear in his gaze, just trust and happiness to see me—mixed with a lingering exhaustion.

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