Page 26 of Unwanted

"Can I?" he asked.

I knew exactly what he was requesting, and I was a little breathless, so I just nodded. I could feel a burning wave of excitement, and my cock was throbbing in response.

Then Liam did it—he slid down to his knees, still looking up at me, and I saw this subtle, almost provocative smile on his face, like he was living out some fantasy or something.

I was definitely not opposed to that.

LIAM

I could already feel the next wave coming on, my hole contracting and clenching in anticipation. But that wasn't going to stop me from finishing what I'd started. I kneeled down in front of Finn and my mouth closed around his rock-hard cock.

This was the first time I'd done this with a guy, but I wasn't completely inexperienced. I'd practiced deep-throating with a dildo before, trying to get over my gag reflex, and it now paid off. I was able to take him in deep, my mouth stretching to accommodate his size, and I felt a weird, wild sense of satisfaction. I'd been dreaming about this for years, and now I finally made it.

Finn's eyes closed, and his hands found their way into my wet hair, his fingers tangling in my locks. He muttered something that sounded like "oh, yeah, baby," but I might have just imagined it—my own blood pressure was through the roof and I could hear my pulse pounding in my ears.

I got to work, sucking him off with a series of slow, deep strokes. I made a point to keep eye contact because I'd heard it was more exciting that way, and it seemed to be working; Finn's face was flushed, and he growled, "It won't take long, Liam."

That just encouraged me to work harder. My mouth massaged his shaft, taking him in as deep as I could withoutgagging. It didn't take long, and Finn warned me with a growl a moment before he came, shooting his load deep into my mouth.

Everything they say about True Mates turned out to be true—his cum tasted sweet and creamy, completely lacking the salty or bitter taste you usually taste when you try your own. I swallowed it all and licked my lips, making satisfied noises.

The fact that Finn climaxed so quickly was a good sign of things to come; his transformation seemed to be going well, and his libido appeared to be starting to match that of an alpha. I also realized that his stamina wouldn't be a problem during my heat!

Finn smiled at me with this dark, sexy grin I'd never seen before, and then he grabbed my arms and pulled me up into a dirty, hot kiss. "That was so hot," he muttered into my mouth. "You did it so… enthusiastically!"

I felt a sense of satisfaction and excitement, and I wanted it to last… Finn tilted his head, gazing into my eyes, and chuckled as my arms wrapped around him.

"Now it's my turn," he whispered in my ear, and suddenly spun me around to face away from him. My elbows landed on the shower wall, and then Finn dropped to his knees, his mouth tracing down my spine toward my slick hole.

His warm tongue danced around the ring of my muscles before sliding inside, making me cry out in pleasure.

At the same time, his hand moved forward, wrapping around my cock, which had been hard for a while and was patiently waiting for its release.

It was a truly divine feeling, his tongue swirling over and inside my swollen entrance as his hands massaged my shaft.

But it couldn't last long, not with my heat wave just starting. About thirty seconds later, I arched my hips and came, painting the shower walls with my cum while making shameless noises.

When I turned around to look at Finn, he gave me that same flirty and slightly dark smile.

"Now we're even," he said.

"Far from it," I muttered, nuzzling into his chest. "My heat wave is just starting, I can feel it building, Finn. I need more."

My eyes drifted up to his neck, and I was surprised to see that his glands were slightly flushed and swollen. Was he entering the rut?

But I decided not to comment on it. Heat was supposed to be about sex, and about us, not a deep dive into anatomy or the ins and outs of how being True Mates might or might not affect our performance.

We got out of the shower and Finn lent me a towel and a blow-dryer for my hair. As I did that, he started shaving. I usually shaved too, but today, I didn’t feel the need—it seemed like no hair had grown back since my last shave. I’d only ever had the faintest hair on my chin and jaw anyway, but now, my skin was totally smooth. I knew a lot of omegas didn’t have much facial hair or any at all. Was this my future?

These thoughts didn’t keep me from sneaking glances at Finn, though, admiring his classic, masculine features and the practiced way he shaved.

When we finally left the bathroom, both of us still bare, we went to the bedroom, where Finn suggested changing the sheets—they’d seen better days. We exchanged meaningful looks as we swapped the bedding, and when it was done, I boldly lay in the middle of the bed. I wasted no time, pulling my knees up to my chest. "It’s starting, Finn. I feel it building. Don’t make me wait," I managed in a near-pleading voice.

Finn knelt between my wide-spread legs, looked at my hole, gasped and muttered, "You're ready, super wet!"

"Yeah, that's what happens during heat, or at least that's what I'm learning firsthand," I replied with a crooked smile.

"Good, no lubricant needed," he said with a matching grin.

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