Page 221 of Inside the Sun

I smile against him. The rumors were true. Those petals really are another erogenous zone!

Sun trembles, moaning, his head rolling on the pillow. This orgasm is different, almost magical. It spreads across his skin like a wave on water.

And suddenly I see it: fine, golden patterns shimmer across his skin, curling out from his entrance and racing up his groin to his belly. They look like someone painted his body with thin lines of light.

When I tilt his hips higher and press my palms against his ass, I see the lines stretch farther, up along his spine, probably all the way to his back.

It’s breathtaking. Mystical. I’ve heard whispers about this kind of phenomenon in rose omegas, but I’ve never seen it with my own eyes.

"It’s beautiful," I whisper, mesmerized.

Sun blinks his eyes open and looks down at his own body, just in time to catch the tail end of it, a glimmering cascade of platinum-gold vines, like floral tendrils, swirling over his skin.

"Oh wow… what is that?" he breathes out.

"Something in your nature… answering mine," I whisper, struck by awe.

Sun’s eyes go wide and wet.

"Ragnar… merge with me. Let’s become one soul. Like Fate intended," he says, his voice breaking.

Two tears slip from the corners of his eyes, his rapture is more than physical.

"Yes, baby…" And I rise over him, sliding my thighs under his.

His entrance, as if sensing my nearness, blossoms wider, welcoming. Only then, answering that silent call, I sink into him, into his hotness.

Instantly, an orgasm wracks both our bodies. It’s the kind that knocks the breath out of your lungs, like an electric surge through the spine.

Our energies twist together, wrapping tight.

I see it: threads of silver light stretch from my skin to his. The golden currents inside him awaken once more, grow stronger, pulse back toward me.

Our souls are merging. I can sense it. This is the final step, the sacred bond between a purple alpha and his rose omega, or in this case… a rose alpha, as I chose to call him. But it doesn’t matter.

The ecstasy is beyond words. I don’t stop. I move within him, in that tight, blazing heat, like I’ve plunged into thesunitself. And still, I find pleasure in the fire.

I’m inside the Sun, indeed.

We explode together like a supernova, caught in an endless wave of radiant energy.

At the same moment…

Our mating fangs emerge.

Mine have a slight gold sheen. His… slightly silver!

I blink in wonder. We’re mirrors of each other, even in this.

Driven by instinct, I lean down, and a low growl rises from my throat.

The AO mating call, begging for his acceptance to mark him.

Sun answers with one of his own, sweet, melodic, inviting. So I bite down into his gland. He does the same to mine.

And again, we’re swept away, another climax rips through us, violent and pure, like a river in full flood.

The intensity is sky-high, so of course it happens. My knot swells, locking me inside him.

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