SUN
After seeing him, which felt like a hit on the head, I somehow find enough strength to turn around and walk away from the window. Or was it fear? Of what he could sense in me if we kept looking at each other.
For a good half an hour, I stand by the mirror and stare at my face.
Then, I head to the bathroom and take a solid shower.
What am I doing?
What the fuck am I doing?
It’s like I’m a puppet with no will of my own. I do whatever my body pushes me to do. I walk down the stairs, to the living room, to the patio.
Then, carefully, I slip into the garden alleys.
As soon as I step into the gazebo, Ragnar appears.
So he was waiting, after all.
He stops in the doorway and stares at me. There’s a strange intensity in his eyes. Like a whole sea of fire, emotions, and inner turmoil.
"Sun."
He says my name like it means more than just… my name.
His scent hits me the moment he enters, and I notice something different.
It smells like deodorant, but not the regular kind! There’s a slightly ozonic note I recognize.
A lot of guys in my high school class, back when their glands first activated, used that kind of pheromone-blocking deodorant.
I use the same one now.
And before I can ask why he’s off the super-suppressants, he speaks.
"Summer told me you defended him from Rocco. I wanted to thank you for that… I know you probably hate me now. Think I’m a total piece of shit.
But I wanted to apologize. I never meant to hurt you or treat you unfairly.
This is a seriously fucked-up situation, and I’d do anything—anything—to give you even the tiniest chance to escape. You have to believe me…"
He stops, pressing his lips together like he just bit his tongue. Like he doesn’t want to say too much.
I look down at my hands, trying to bring some order to my thoughts. I wait a beat before I mutter,
"You had an accident."
Ragnar blinks. "Yes. But I’m good now."
Neither of us say anything for a short pause. We both kinda look to the side, as if unsure what happens now.
Finally, I mutter, despite knowing better.
"I was worried about you."
His eyes grow softer.
"You shouldn't. I was an asshole to you."
"Maybe you were, but I still worried."
There is a silence between us now, but it's not an unpleasant one. Even in this place, amidst these dark days and horrors, I can still feel some kind of excitement and pink, bubbly energy. How strange. I'm just fucking happy to see him safe and well, simple as that.
"So…" I clear my throat. "Do you like motorcycles?"
His eyes flicker with surprise, but he nods.
Should I talk about it?
"The guy I mentioned before, the one I loved…" I clear my throat again, feeling something there, like tightness.
"We used to ride together, out on back roads, disappearing for the night, driving my parents crazy. Sometimes we’d head into the mountains, lie under the stars, and talk about the future. Where we’d go. What we’d see. What might be waiting just past the next curve. What kind of adventure…"
"Where is he now?" Ragnar asks softly, still not looking at me. He’s staring at the floor now.
"He fled the country, and now he lives with some omega, they're expecting a kid. He’s long forgotten about me. But I haven’t forgotten how I felt back then. So free. Every day felt new, bright. Full of promise."
I smile ruefully. "Every day, I wanted to wake up, just eager to see what the road would bring."
Ragnar keeps his head down but says quietly,
"I swear to you, Sun… if a miracle happens and you ever escape Anzo, I’ll take you on a trip around the world. We’ll hop on my bike and just go. And where we can’t ride, we’ll sail."
Feeling a strange flutter in my heart, I nod. "I’m holding you to that, Ragnar. If a miracle happens."
Ragnar suddenly takes two steps forward and stops right in front of me.
He raises his hand and gently touches my neck, placing his palm over my scent gland.
We look into each other’s eyes.
"Will you forgive me? I know you were angry…" he says softly.
"I was angry with my heart. But I forgive you with my mind. I absolutely understand your reasons."
He strokes my gland lightly, and I shiver. Not from fear, but from something sweet and warming.
"When I heard you had an accident, it was… fucking terrifying," I whisper. "Even knowing you and I are not… really a thing. I—"
"Don’t. Don’t… say we’re not really a thing. We are, Sun. Strange. Tragic. But we are a thing."
Emotions rise in my chest. I need to change the topic, before I say something stupid, something I can’t take back. Something that would make us suffer even more.
So I force myself to go for a neutral topic:
"Are you wearing contacts? Your eyes aren’t dark blue at all."
Ragnar gives a sad smile.
"My eyes are exactly like Summer’s. One silver. One gold. Moon has the same eyes too."
"Ah… I get it now. Maybe someday I’ll get to see them. Look into your… real eyes. To really see you."
"And I’d like to see what you look like when you’re… careless and happy," Ragnar whispers ruefully.
Our eyes are intensely locked, and my breath stops, the air seems to sparkle between us.
Then Ragnar just leans in, no hesitation, and our lips meet.
The kiss hits me like a flame catching dry paper. My body is energized, as if a bunch of fireworks had just set all my nerves on fire.
And in that fire, something that I kinda low-key pushed aside, but now, it spreads through me: a flicker of hope.
Maybe, just maybe, there is a way out of this.
I pull back and breathlessly whisper,
"Exactly six days from today… will you help me escape this place?"
Ragnar looks surprised, but he doesn’t question me, doesn’t doubt, doesn’t push back.
He just says, grinning widely, "Abso-fucking-lutely."
In the next second, we’re practically tearing our clothes off.
My whole body is burning with the need to feel him in me, to be one with him.
I don’t care about anything else. My lips suck, bite, and kiss, leaving a wet trail over his hot skin, my fingers digging into his massive muscles, pulling him closer and closer.
I fumble with his zipper, shove down my own pants in a rush, desperate to feel his skin pressed against mine so we can explode in bliss.
I’m on a high. Every fiber in my body is demanding I merge with Ragnar. It’s hard to believe this flame could even exist inside this body of mine that’s been beaten down not only by the weight of my situation but by the abuse. And still, the desire swallows me whole.
My mouth moves down his neck. Why am I so enchanted by his smell?
It attacks my senses. I can faintly catch his Allure under the deodorant; it has a fresh, cedarwood aroma.
It’s so enticing, makes me shiver, grow in hunger, and awakens this sudden urge to bite him.
My fangs almost move under my gums with an unexplainable need, as I taste his scent glands under my lips, just like mine, untouched.
No one’s ever marked him. No one’s put a claim on him.
The temptation to bite is strangely powerful, and it takes me a beat to control it. He’s an alpha, just like me, so it probably wouldn’t even have an effect anyway.
"I want to feel you inside me," I murmur quite shamelessly. My hand slides down and I wrap my fingers around his massive, rock-hard cock, savoring the heat and silky texture.
It’s like Ragnar can read my thoughts. He leans in, grabs my ass, and with one strong motion, lifts me clean off the ground.
Then, holding me like that, he pins me to the wall of the gazebo.
I can only hope this damn structure is solid enough to take both our weight.
Which, let’s be honest, ain’t exactly light.
Our mouths crash together again. We’re kissing wild, rough, teeth clashing, practically devouring each other.
His grip on me doesn’t falter, even though I’m clearly not omega-sized. But that’s no problem for Ragnar, no straining. I wrap my legs around his waist and right away feel him press the head of his bulbous cock against my clenching, throbbing entrance.
"Do it," I gasp. "Just fuck me already!"
And then, he thrusts in. No condom, nothing between us this time.
I make a loud whimper as my body arches at the sudden penetration, but instead of discomfort, a shockingly intense wave of pleasure tears through me, blinding like a flash of lightning!
What happens next goes way beyond anything I could’ve imagined.
The moment his cock bottoms out inside me, something explodes, a rush of sensation flooding out like water through a shattered dam. My eyes roll back, my mouth opens, my spine strains like a bow…
Searing hot ecstasy! We both come! So intense it short-circuits my brain! The most intense orgasm I’ve ever had… by far.
But that’s not even the craziest part.
The moment my climax peaks and I feel him releasing inside me, the air around us lights up…
Literal arcs of multicolored electricity swirl around us like a carousel of energy, flickering and sparking with static light and sound!
What a fucking view!
Beautiful, mesmerizing, and totally magical! Vivid, flashing rays surround us…
"What the fuck!" I shout, completely stunned. Because this… this is impossible.
Impossible just happened.
Unreal. But REAL.
I’ve found my True Mate.
I have fucking found my fated mate !!!
A miracle.
A shock.
Something I never thought could be in the cards for me. Even though we’re the same subgender: here we are!
In this universe, where two alphas finding their True Mate is considered the rarest of all pairings, even rarer than omega-omega or beta-beta, this is actually happening. To me. Right now. A goddamn divine gift.
"What the hell is going on!" Ragnar breathes, blinking hard as he looks around, the light fading along with the last tremors of our orgasm.
I’m still dazed. What a spectacle. Once-in-a-lifetime…
The circle of energy slowly dissolves. The static gradually goes quiet.
We just had the textbook, perfect True Mate First Orgasm experience.