RAGNAR #2
My fingers, greedy now, slip under the hem of his white T-shirt, reveling in the silk-smooth warmth of his skin. I trail my fingertips along his sides, feel the goosebumps rise in response. It sends a shiver through me, one I feel deep, even if I don’t show it.
His nipples, small, hard, find their way to my fingers like they’re meant to. And Sun… he starts to purr!
It’s a rare sound. Something only alphas and omegas can produce.
Almost like a cat’s purr, but deeper. It’s not usually heard during sex.
It’s more intimate than that, something tied to comfort, to safety.
Omegas use it to soothe newborns, to calm sick children.
And yet here it is, slipping from his throat, and it’s more unexpected than anything.
Can I answer it? Maybe. Perhaps I’ll try in a moment. But for now, I don’t want to be too sweet, I want the wild part too.
I push his shirt higher, exposing his chest, so my mouth can reach his nipples. For an alpha, they’re surprisingly sensitive.
Sun squeezes his eyes shut and exhales sharply when I lightly nip at one. His rock-hard cock nudges against my chest, clearly, our closeness is having the same effect on him as it is on me.
That subtle vibration that runs through his body, the way he purrs… something primal stirs inside me. I want to pull him closer, fuse with him completely. I want to soothe whatever part of him is still aching.
And the night is only just beginning.
I move lower, but I bypass his cock, too.
My mouth brushes over his smoothly shaved balls, gently, intentionally, but that’s not where I’m eventually heading.
Sliding further down the bed, I grip his thighs and guide them up, folding his knees toward his chest.
Finally, I can do what I’ve only dared to imagine before, half-dreaming, in my wild visions.
My lips find the soft ring of folds surrounding his entrance. They look like rose petals, and I heard they’re incredibly sensitive. I’m about to test that firsthand.
My tongue flicks over them, swirling in slow spirals, tracing shapes and flourishes across the pink ridges and delicate curvatures of his tissue.
The sounds spilling from Sun’s mouth deepen, shifting from quiet sighs into something rougher, more feral, edged with pleasure.
He’s breathing fast now. His cock is fully hard, a clear thread of pre-cum slipping down the shaft toward me. I pause, licking it up, the tip of my tongue tracing his hard dick, but not for long, I then return to my task, as he’s getting desperate.
The entrance of rose omegas comes with properties most people know nothing about, something woven into the secret magic that connects purple alphas and rose omegas.
And with Sun, even though he’s technically an alpha, it feels exactly the same.
His petals respond like they have a will of their own. They pulse softly, fluttering open around his entrance, offering themselves to me.
With most omegas, arousal tightens the ring of muscle and deepens the color.
But with him, it’s something else entirely, it’s like watching a flower bloom, then close, then bloom again. There’s nothing on Earth more erotic. There’s magic in it, hypnotic and impossible to resist.
My tongue keeps moving, tracing circles around his opening. The petals ripple under my touch. My pace quickens, focused now solely on increasing his pleasure.
Sun gasps and moans, arms thrown over his head. His hips lift on their own, offering himself to me completely.
And then, suddenly, he lets out a loud cry, and a stream of cum shoots from the tip of his cock.
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 the sun itself. 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.
We become a single body, a sphere of energy, our bliss incarnate.
And I don’t stop. I keep moving, drawing up wave after wave of pleasure out of us.
Sun’s breath catches again and again.
It feels like we’ve left our bodies entirely, I can see his energy-form dancing with mine, tangled in light and current, shimmering in a space beyond time.
Deep in ecstasy, I don’t know how long we stay like that, how long I rock inside his heat.
I can’t tell where I end and he begins. It’s transcendent. I can’t explain it, can’t put it into words.
But I know, we’re bound even tighter. Not just by the True Mate Bond, but by the deeper current, the ancient power that links purple alphas to rose omegas, or rose alphas, apparently.
The old stories say our ancestors were once one being, living in the ocean beneath the ice.
Split in two when the new humanity was created, these ancient magical warriors became two parts: purple alphas and rose omegas.
And now, in this act, we reclaim that unity. And it feels like real bliss.
I don’t know how long it lasts, how long we make love like this.
But when it’s over, we’re curled up in each other’s arms.
Only then do I start to purr, my own frequency, deep and embracing, washing gently over Sun’s. And it creates another kind of miracle.
Sun… doesn’t cry like he always did! Somehow, something inside him healed too. He’s calm and happy, as if that difficult chapter in him has finally closed.
It’s the most beautiful day of my life, by far.
The first day that feels… truly innocent. We’re both reborn in a way. And I know. I believe with every fiber of my being that from now on, we don’t have to live in fear. The road ahead is wide and bright, and we’ll walk it side by side. Forever.
***
The next three days pass like a dream.
We eat. We rest. We make love. We walk in the garden. We talk about things that don’t matter. Sun has made a big decision. He’s not going to college, so he calls the dean’s office and tells them.
He also calls Jared to thank him. I overhear the conversation. It’s emotional.
Sun tells him he hopes he knows how grateful he is. That in those rare moments when he had contact with the outside world, he saw understanding in Jared’s eyes, and that meant everything. In a sea of darkness, just one small candle of kindness.
He ends the call wishing Jared a better future. But Jared doesn’t sound hopeful.
Afterward, Sun turns to me and says, "You know, the last time I prayed to Fate, a miracle happened. Blue survived the attack. Maybe it’s childish to think my prayer changed anything in the web of cause and effect …
but I want to believe it at least sent out some good energy.
That’s why I want to pray to Fate for Jared.
I want to believe his path can still change too. "
I watch him for a moment. Well, I’m not religious myself, but I get why people need to believe there’s something out there, something watching over us, giving our lives some kind of meaning.
But it’s hard to believe in that after seeing whole villages slaughtered by the NFH militants, their cruelty, their brutality.
But who knows? Maybe there is some kind of meaning to all of this, even if it’s a tragic one?
I open my mouth to say something, but he beats me to it.
"Jared and I… we both walked into our respective hells of our own free will. We have only ourselves to blame. The self-destruction due to stupidity."
I step closer, closing the space between us, and pull him into a firm embrace.