Chapter BLUE
BLUE
And we don’t waste time. Right after our showers, Gabriel comes to my room, his face slightly flushed, and we jump right into this.
Now I’m lying on the bed while Gabriel thrusts into me, and I let myself fully enjoy it, shameless and without guilt. I can feel his cock, hard and thick, pulling back and then pushing into me inch by inch, his grunts and puffs echoing above me.
My arms are wrapped around his neck, my entire being flooded with pleasure, overheated, an unfamiliar state for me in a life built on control, and yet it’s happening.
Almost surreal; the virile body of a young alpha over me and inside me, everything in me opening for him, wanting him, taking him in, holding him, surrounding him… unbelievable. Part of me still can’t quite comprehend this state, but it still feels so… blissful.
Too many years I spent brainwashing myself into believing intimacy wasn’t worth much, that it was insignificant. And now I’m discovering that it really is something deeply enjoyable. And I’m letting myself ride that feeling.
Turns out the whole hype around it was mostly true, and even though the scientific side of me still insists on dissecting it coldly, cutting it open and reducing it to nothing more than hormones, I can no longer fully distance myself from it.
And… from Gabriel.
Wasn’t that exactly what my father warned me about? The scientist getting tangled up in his own experiment this quickly?
I’m still fighting it, but it’s getting harder and harder with every moment I spend with Gabriel without my walls raised so high. Will he end up changing something inside me permanently?
I open my eyes for a moment to look at his flushed face, his eyelids half-lowered, his lips parted, his whole body caught in motion, thrusting steadily.
Oh, I feel him, I feel his pleasure almost as if it were my own, I can sense it building in him until it pulls us both to the edge, and then we fall together into an orgasmic, shattering wave that breaks us apart…
It’s such a peculiar, overwhelming sensation, powerful, and… extraordinary. I have a feeling I will quickly become addicted to it.
At the same time, my stubborn scientific mind doesn’t give up the fight.
It keeps trying to tell me that this is mostly the fated mates magic at work, that in any other situation it wouldn’t be nearly this intense, that this is the one and only exception, the special reason why I feel almost high like this, but…
all of that analysis gets muffled by the pink haze I sink into whenever I’m close to him.
About fifteen minutes later, Gabriel falls asleep curled against my side, and I slip out of bed quietly, careful not to wake him.
I stand there for a moment, watching him.
Damp strands of chestnut hair rest against his cheeks, where in this light I can see a very faint dusting of freckles.
His face looks so young, innocent, and handsome, and with him, such power has entered my life.
I let out a long breath.
There it is again: that one part of me that refuses to sink into the bliss, staying alert, because something exciting may very soon become my reality.
The matter of tissue regeneration.
I lift my hand to the side of my neck and touch the place where my gland used to be. I know everything about how tissue reconstructs itself, and I also know that lost organs in True Mates grow back within a few weeks…
Anzo Ferro’s arm grew back in forty days.
Will it be the same for my glands?
I feel two conflicting emotions: an irrational fear of what’s coming and a sense of excitement. Nevertheless, it’s a fascinating phenomenon, and I will be its witness.
Slowly, I lean down and touch Gabriel’s shoulder with the tip of my finger, and it feels as if an electric spark jumps between us.
It amazes me. This whole event, our connection, the closing of an energetic circuit, was a process deeply tied to electricity.
Until now my research has always focused on genetics, but I have never explored the subject of electricity in the human body, and yet it is generated within us.
Our brain, our heart, all of it creates a weak energy field.
Could it be possible to create an energetic fingerprint for every person and compare them to one another?
The thought makes me leave the bedroom. I take out my phone and call my head of development.
"Adams?"
He’s probably surprised I’m calling this late, but he’s already used to the fact that my ideas don’t follow any schedule.
"I need you to assemble a team from Malden Tech tomorrow. I want to run some tests related to personal neuroelectrical profiling."
Adams clears his throat. He sounds slightly out of breath, as if he might have been occupied with something many people do in the evenings, something I’ve only recently started doing myself.
"Of course, Mr. Lowen. A new direction in research?"
"You know me too well."