Page 28 of Unwanted

"Always wanted a virgin?" I teased, fighting back a laugh.

"It's not that. It just increases the initial intensity and the importance of the first time, at least in my mind it does. But to be perfectly honest, I've been with a virgin before. In fact, me and… errr, one person I dated were each other's firsts. Unfortunately, it didn't have the desired effect."

I burst out laughing. "You mean Winter?"

Finn looked embarrassed. "I shouldn’t talk about private things like that."

"Well, we’re True Mates. There’s a bit more leeway there, don’t you think? We’ll practically be able to read each other’s minds once our Bond settles in." I gave him a reassuring smile.

He nodded, looking a little relieved. "You’re right. So, anyway… it just didn’t work."

"Why not?"

Finn bit his lip. "I’m more possessive than I probably should be, Liam. That’s why I constantly say I should have been born an alpha. But with Winter, I couldn’t be like that. He was just… reserved? My need for intensity, for that ‘we are made only for each other’ thing, just didn’t materialize. And since I was a beta, I couldn’t exactly act on that possessiveness. I didn’t have the tools to, well… make the person more… mine. I couldn’t mark them as my mate, or get them to respond to my Allure scent, and of course, I never knew if they were even my Low Mate."

I frowned. "I know what you mean; I felt the same way, the helplessness, the lack of tools, I wanted to belong, to have a bond like that. I guess I was wired to be an omega, but my body hadn’t caught up."

"And I was wired to be an alpha, but… my body didn’t follow."

We looked at each other for a second. "Well, Fate solved it for us, in a way," I shrugged, smiling.

"It sure did!" he responded with a wide grin.

After another quick but intense round of sex, we ended up relaxing in the jacuzzi, enjoying the sunny day in his serene garden. We talked more about his exes—which probably isn’t the best idea in any relationship, but I was curious, and surprisingly, I wasn’t even jealous. Finn admitted that he'd never been fully emotionally committed because none of his exes had wanted that level of devotion. As a result, his relationships hadn’t been passionate or committed enough for him to fully open up. Hefelt rejected, much like I did, though more subtly, and yet it was there, the lack of fulfillment, the lack of satisfaction.

He showed me pictures of his two exes, both from long-term relationships, and I was pleasantly surprised—they were pretty much my type: smaller, nerdy-looking betas with blond hair. So, oddly, that conversation actually improved my mood.

Another heat wave swept over me later in the afternoon, and we had to relocate to the house. Since I had no intention of staying quiet, it definitely wasn’t suitable for the garden jacuzzi.

We spent the evening making dinner together, chopping vegetables and swapping favorite recipes. It all felt so… relaxed, so homey, so natural! There was a moment we were laughing and talking, gesturing wildly, and I was so… happy because it was just normal. I’d lived in almost constant stress, but with Finn, I felt free of any worries.

Night came much like the last, and the next morning, I was woken up by Winter’s call.

He let me know that one of the D-project managers needed a junior programmer in his department ASAP, and I’d been asked in for a quick interview. Thankfully, I was given a time window to meet him, and by pure luck, one of my waves had just ended, so I was able to drive over with Finn by my side.

The interview was short—Winter had probably made a case for me, presenting me in the best light and helping me get the job, which was considerate of him.

So, I got the job, just like that, and was set to start in about a week.

On our way back home, another wave hit me! Finn sped up while I sat there panting, practically praying for green lights.

As we pulled into his driveway, I pounced on Finn and frantically unzipped his pants, desperate to impale myself on his shaft. The smell of heat filled the car, and we were both totally crazed by it. When I started riding him in the driver's seat (hepushed it back as far as it would go, so my ass wouldn't hit the wheel), this weird need washed over me, and it just wouldn't go away.

My gums started tingling, and I realized what was happening—I was about to mark Finn as he marked me before… The moment Finn saw my fangs emerging, his eyes went wide, and his smile almost split his face in two. I'd never seen anyone so eager to be marked, so I sank my teeth into the flesh of his right neck gland. My body was shaking and convulsing in this intense, powerful orgasm, and his dick pulsed too, spurting inside me. Finn's throat let out this low, almost alpha-like growl.

"Fuck…" I managed to hear, and it hit me at the same time—we were in the damn car, and his knot had expanded, trapping us inside!

Well, that was a fun experience for sure, but I just couldn’t bring myself to worry about being stuck in a confined, hot space for an hour in a not-so-comfy position because I did what I’d always wanted to do. I marked my perfect mate.

***

As it turned out, that was the last day of my heat—I got a solid three days out of it. I didn’t tell Finn, but I’d already felt by that evening that the waves were getting gentler and less frequent. The stress of the past few months must’ve shortened it, but I was still happy with what I got; it was a real heat, not some weird mini-heat, and I knew they’d last longer in the future.

That night, falling asleep in Finn’s arms, I felt content and at peace. But there was this one tiny thing nagging at me…

FINN

The next day, I woke up and immediately knew that Liam’s heat was over. He was lying on his side, curled up, and looked exhausted. I sensed a shift in his mood right away—something typical of the heat recovery phase. Omegas always felt this way afterward: down, drained, and almost depressed.

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