Page 27 of Unwanted

A moment later, he was inside me. Smooth and easy, like a hot knife through butter.

It began. Finn turned out to be quite skilled and in top shape. Looking at my face almost constantly, he moved inside me with a steady, fast rhythm, our eyes locked in an intense gaze, our breathing in sync.

His neck glands seemed even more flushed now, almost red. Seeing him like that, made me realize that Finn truly had entered the rut. I'd watched enough porn to know that the reddening was a dead giveaway.

My heat had brought about a change in him too, we were transforming in perfect harmony to meet each other's needs, yet another proof of what we'd discovered so unexpectedly—our TM status. It was a shock that still hadn't fully sunk in, and I didn't even feel ready to talk about it, think about it—not yet, not until after my heat would slow down.

When the second wave passed, we collapsed onto the bed, and this time I managed to stay awake, enjoying Finn's closeness for a little while longer.

We lay in silence, me snuggled into his neck, my mouth right next to his glands, savoring the blissful serenity and peace.

"This feels so good," I murmured. "I've been stressed out for months. It's shocking how different I feel now, I want this to last."

Finn kissed the top of my head.

"It will. You're stuck with me now," he joked.

"I accept that sentence with gratitude," I replied, kissing his neck in response, this time without feeling guilty.

The night passed like a typical heat night—basically in constant joining. Slow, drawn-out sex, mixed with regenerative naps. Nice hours filled with more or less intense effort, each time ending with a piercing, orgasmic reward.

The morning greeted me with the smell of eggs and bacon.

I lay there for a moment, imperturbably relaxed, then checked a few things on my phone to get an idea of what the next few days might look like.

Surprisingly, I actually had the energy to get up, and after a quick shower—I found Finn in the kitchen. He was busy at the counter, wearing black sweatpants and a light blue tank top. He looked incredibly sexy and… fresh, which was surprising since we’d barely gotten four hours of sleep, if that. But somehow, we were both feeling pretty energized.

As soon as he saw me, Finn walked over and gave me a kiss.

"Here you go—breakfast for my perfect mate, suddenly and unexpectedly found," he announced, setting steaming plates on the table.

I sat down, and something in my expression must have caught his attention because he immediately asked, "Everything okay?"

"Yeah, I just keep thinking about it. Almost obsessively, actually. That moment on the cliff when you held me in your arms—it was just a single moment, but… incredibly powerful, almost magical. Since then, it’s like someone flipped a switch, reset everything, and put me on a whole new path."

Finn’s dashing face moved a little closer to mine.

"You know, I felt so awkward around Skye and Winter right then. Here I am, a college professor, holding you—an almost total stranger—like we were in a romance movie. It was weird, but I couldn’t stop myself. You’re right; it was definitely magical."

We exchanged shy, happy smiles; I think we were both feeling our way through this whole True Mates thing. It was so new and delicate, like a little chick hatching, and neither of us seemed ready to dig too deep into it just yet.

But one thing did come up. "I’m wondering how long my heat will last. I read that strong stress can really shorten it. Could that be the case for me?"

Finn frowned a bit, staring at the table. "Maybe. You were in prolonged stress, so it’s possible. They say that heat is easily disrupted."

"I’d like it to last at least four days. I’d hate to be a weird case, like Soren with his mini-heats. That just doesn’t seem like something to envy. I want to… savor the experience."

Finn studied my face for a moment, a focused look in his eyes. "Liam, it’s only your first heat. There’ll be plenty more to come. Don’t stress over it; that won’t help it last longer, that’s for sure."

I nodded. "You’re right." I tried to smile because really, I didn’t have anything to worry about. I wanted to immerse myself in this experience.

"So… my virginity is officially gone," I said, leaning back in the chair and giving him a mischievous look.

Finn smirked. "Happy about it?"

"Sure am!" I snorted. "Twenty-two years? Enough’s enough."

Finn hesitated. "I’m actually glad you waited. It sounds weird, but I just still believe that—"

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