Page 131 of The Heart of Winter

But at the back of my mind, there was this strange feeling, because I was already over thirty, it wasn't like I was an eighteen-year-old who could climax after a few touches of my dick. I needed more time, a few minutes, always!

But the funniest thing was yet to come.

I didn't feel any post-orgasmic sensitivity, typical for me, despite my body being rocked by a divine, breathtaking orgasm. I still wanted to fuck him, and without overthinking, I just followed the flow.

Groaning, I thrust, then again, gripping his arms tighter, my head resting beside his, our cheeks pressed together. Then, another thrust, and suddenly my hips began working at a more intense pace. With one particularly strong thrust, I bottomed out inside him, my pubic bone pushing against his perineum. What a piercing pleasure! Small drops of it traveled up my spine… toward my head, creating pressure there, as if something was changing within me! As if I were physically rebuilding, transforming, my energy somehow remodeling itself, adapting to his. I had no idea how this was possible, but I could still fuck him, having had such a powerful orgasm just a minute ago. Incredible! This had never happened to me before.

A moment later, I felt Sariel climaxing for the second time, a muffled sound escaping him, his head arching back.

"Fuck, Winter, it's so good, so good, fuck me more, fuck me more," he moaned out, and parallel to his orgasm, I had a kinda mini-orgasm, like a small burst of ecstasy. But I kept going, thrusting into him: ten, thirty, fifty times, losing count… My hands sliding under his neck, bracing myself against him, our cheeks still pressed together, my fingers gripping his shoulders tighter, almost digging my nails in, as if I wanted to claw deeper into his flesh.

What the hell?

Where were these stupid thoughts coming from? And even better—where was this strange itching in my jaws coming from?

Feeling some craziness building—and imminent!—I tried to suppress it anyway, force it out, to push away this irrational craving, but it wouldn't stop. The itching grew worse, as if something inside my jaws were expanding, stretching them.

I let out a low, guttural moan, sounding strange, like nothing that should have come from my throat, and I noticed Sariel's odd reaction: his head immediately arched back, as if offering me easy access to his neck?

My other hand gripped the back of his head, and my lips found his swollen, pink gland, waiting for me.

Waiting for me?! Yep, it was official, I'd gone nuts.

But the momentum carried me forward, refusing to stop. This wild urge, something that didn’t fit in my head, that didn’t fit with my personality, kept growing, like an avalanche.

I let out another strange sound, one I barely recognized.

But Sariel responded with a sound of his own. I wasn’t sure if I caught its full meaning, I only knew what happened the next second:

I pressed my mouth to his gland and felt it.

The metallic taste of blood spread through my mouth; a part of my nature, inherited from aliens, awakened, shuddering through me, craving freedom. It was overwhelming and incredibly liberating.

I sensed them, palpable under my skin. Thin and sharp as needles. They emerged in a fraction of a second, tearing through my gums.

Fuck! Wild!

With ecstatic relief, I sank them into his neck without a moment’s hesitation.

Sariel cried out, his body tensing, and I felt a warm stream of his cum hit my stomach as the essence of my mate collided with my taste buds. It was like an elixir, ambrosia… and then I joined him, exploding inside him, flooding him with my hot seed one more time.

For a second, I couldn't believe what was happening, but maybe because it was so surreal, I was able to enjoy it even more, reveling in every wave that pierced me and in the fact that I was embedded in his exquisite body, which had absolutely submitted to me. Even though I was a beta, I now felt like a ruler atop a mountain, immersed in bliss and freer than ever before.

Spectacular. Amazing. It was the first time I had ever experienced this feeling of true, deep fulfillment.

Maybe… that’s what happiness felt like?

The descent from this insane high didn’t start for a while. For a good minute, I remained in this elated state, this sizzling ecstasy, before reality began approaching with unsettling speed. Finally, it was uncomfortably close.

As I pulled back, my teeth automatically retracting into my jaws—my mouth still full of the metallic taste, and something else: a pleasant, unfamiliar aroma that reminded me of mint and eucalyptus.

I had no idea what it was, but it was incredibly enticing, and for a moment, I licked my lips in utter fascination.

My human side couldn’t make sense of it, but the alien part of me was reveling in it.

Finally, I got it. I understood why alphas and omegas were so invested in everything gland-related, and why marking was such an important, cherished part of every loving relationship.

After a minute or two of leisurely contemplation, I rose slightly and withdrew my still hard cock from his hot passage.Then I sat on the mattress and stared at him. Sariel slowly turned his head toward me, and I saw a thin stream of blood on the pale skin of his neck.

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