CHAPTER 32 MAURO #2
His hot breath washes over my lips as I bare his body, perfect, fit, athletic…
I’ve always been a fan of athletic omegas.
Before I met Jared, those were the only kind I dated.
I was never attracted to small, frail builds; I liked feeling solid, taut muscles beneath my fingers, and Jared’s body is exactly like that, young and vital, with a strong frame belonging to… my own omega.
My fated mate.
Jared swiftly pulls his thighs upward and spreads them to the sides, offering his opening to me, but I have no intention of thrusting into him right away.
I want to see his impatience, I want to feel how badly he wants this, like he has never wanted anything before, starved for it, with his entire body filled by only one need.
Jared makes those sweet little moaning, sighing, squeaking sounds, tipping his head back and arching his body as I trail kisses over his sculpted chest and brush my lips over his juicy, raspberry-like nipples…
As I start to suck on them, he practically purrs beneath me, his fingernails gently scratching my back.
His head, with its golden braid, thrashes on the pillow, and I can see his altered ears.
I move toward them and run my tongue along the shell of one.
Touching this part of his body, so newly revealed by his hidden nature, feels doubly intimate, and I want him to know just how deeply I accept it, this magical aspect of his being.
As I lick along the side of it, mouthing the pointy tip, Jared lets out a frantic gasp, his nails digging into me a little harder, more fiercely.
"Put it in!"
He repeats his plea a few more times, and I slide my fingers down to his entrance, finding it wet and open.
It’s surprisingly satisfying how quickly he becomes aroused, how instantly he gets ready for me.
I make a few slow circles around his hole, then slip a finger inside, and he lets out a hot sigh.
My finger finds his prostate and presses against it gently.
It had been swollen during his heat, but now it’s back to its normal size yet still incredibly sensitive.
I press it rhythmically while Jared continues making those soft, mewling sounds, his eyelids squeezed tightly shut, his long lashes with their flirtatious curve looking adorable.
His parted lips are wet, showing the pink inside, his breath hitched, and he murmurs softly, "Yes, yes, yes. "
Then he returns to the same plea.
"Put it in, put it in…"
Eventually, I can’t resist my perfect mate anymore either, especially when he impatiently wraps his calves around my hips and pulls me toward him with a hungry, determined movement, surprisingly strong at that.
I press my swollen cock against his ring, pushing firmly, and sliding into that divine tightness.
Jared is exceptionally narrow, his walls massaging me so intensely from the very first movement that I have to grit my teeth to keep everything from going too fast, forcing myself to find some staying power.
I wait for a brief moment, gathering my strength and breathing through it.
Jared opens his eyes, and our gazes meet. Now that I’m deep inside him, I can feel him even more, if that’s even possible, every one of his emotions, almost every thought.
And suddenly…
"Why did you wait all those years without an omega… when we weren’t even together?" he blurts out breathlessly.
Wow. So I hadn’t read everything from his mind after all, and I certainly hadn’t expected that question.
I close my eyes, concentrating on speaking. It still isn’t easy, and my mind is unaccustomed to communicating this way, which makes me uncomfortable, almost anxious.
"From the moment I laid eyes on you, it could only be you, Jared. No other omega would do."
Big celadon eyes bore into mine. Then a desperate, half-sobbing moan tears from Jared’s throat.
"I should’ve been yours from the start, Mauro. It should’ve been you, only you."
Sensing his turbulent emotions, I quickly cover his mouth with mine, giving him a distraction, but he responds to the kiss with astonishing tenderness, his lips softly brushing against mine.
"I think I’m falling for you, Mauro. And I want you to know that I’m yours, unapologetically, wholly yours."
He breathes the words straight into my mouth, and I answer with hot kisses while gently rocking my body against him. My manhood dives into his willing, pulsing tunnel, embracing me, swallowing me, every thrust carrying me deeper into his tight heat, blissful, perfect.
But as I sway in endless pleasure, tear after tear streams from his eyes. I can’t keep thrusting and pursuing my own ecstasy, even though I so want to already tumble over the edge into the spiraling orgasm, but I stop the rocking, raise my hand, and gently wipe the tears from his cheek.
I still haven’t found my footing with speaking, so I whisper the words to him in my mind instead, though I don’t even know why.
"Don’t cry, baby…" I send the words to him silently. "It’ll be all right from this moment forward…"
And then a miracle happens.
Jared answers, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. And it happens the same way, inside his mind, I hear him.
"I want to believe that!"
And then he opens his eyes, as if realizing what just happened, and for a moment we simply stare at each other, my dick remaining lodged deep in his passage.
"Did you hear that?" I ask inside my head.
"Yes! I’ve heard that True Mates can sense each other’s emotions very precisely, but thoughts? That should be impossible!"
I decide to test it. Maybe this is a strange moment to do it while we’re connected like this, but why the hell not.
"Can you hear what I’m thinking right now?"
He furrows his brow slightly.
"Are you trying to send me something now? I hear nothing."
"Oh, then maybe it only works when I actually want to tell you something?"
A spark of understanding appears in his eyes. "Wow! That would actually be amazing, like an additional communication system!"
I feel a wave of relief because speaking out loud simply isn’t my specialty, as I’ve come to realize.
I can see that Jared is happy about it too. I can sense him, his satisfaction, his joy at this discovery.
"How wonderful! Another amazing discovery, but now… well. Make love to me! I want to feel good, Mauro. From now on, I always want to feel good…"
I wrap my arms tightly around him and resume swaying, rocking into him, sinking into his willing, open body.
Jared’s arms remain wrapped around me the entire time, his hands gently stroking my head, moving over my cheeks and temples with a tenderness that mixes with a searing desire.
Inside me, a need rises to do what I wanted to do throughout his entire heat, and I allow myself to give in to it now, letting out a low, vibrating sound that asks him for permission to mark his neck glands.
Jared opens his eyes and makes an enthusiastic sound in response, giving me his consent and then asking for the same in return.
At the same moment, we both release our mating fangs. It looks kinda epic. His mating fangs are thin, pearly, and long, and it’s the first time in my life I’ve seen anything like this. No one has ever marked me before, so this is a completely new experience.
I raise my hand and gently touch one of his fangs with my fingertip, and Jared’s lips twitch into a slight smirk.
"They’re beautiful, so sharp…" I think, and he hears me. His smile widens even more.
"I’ve never bitten Mark," he also sends the words to me through this newly discovered telepathic connection between us. "I never wanted to, never felt the urge, but I want to bite you, Mauro."
As if in response to my earlier gesture, his eyes drift down to my fangs, and he brushes the tip of one of them. Then he slowly tilts his head to the side in a sweetly submissive gesture, inviting me.
A powerful shiver of joy runs through me at the thought that he is finally becoming completely mine, just as I have dreamed of since the moment I saw him in those dark corridors of the mafia fortress.
I tilt my head back a bit, feeling the surge in my body, primal energy rushing through me, and then… I sink my fangs into his neck gland while, at the same time, Jared sinks his into mine.
A sweet, powerful mating orgasm shakes our bodies, spreading through us like a wave of hot lava, coursing through our nervous systems, binding them together, surging along our spines before finally exploding in a burst of bliss.
At that exact moment, a wave of blood rushes toward my groin, impossible to stop, and my knot swells inside Jared. The feeling is breathless, dizzying, almost divine, but then…
I sense a faint wave of panic from Jared.
He pulls his teeth from my gland, his big green eyes snapping wide open.
"Oh, no! What if Tommy wants to come here—"
"Shhh…" I whisper inside his head, using our telepathic connection. "My body knows you’re expecting a child. It will subside quickly. It expanded because… of the mating orgasm. I couldn’t control it."
Jared’s eyes remain wide as we stare at each other. I know this is the moment when those words, about him expecting, have passed between us for the first time.
Since we’re firmly locked together by my knot and can’t exactly move, I guess we can talk, right?
"Did you know from the beginning that I would get pregnant?" Jared sends me.
"No. I knew you were on birth control. I would never have taken that kind of risk without your consent. I could smell its distinctive scent coming from your glands."
Jared sighs softly. "I was, actually. Alex gave it to me, although he pointed out that it might already be expired… It had been sitting in his closet for quite a while."
We look at each other for a moment.
"Jared… I really didn’t think you would get pregnant. It was only when Renato said there would be a new guardian that I heard about it for the first time." I hesitate, then add, still speaking inside his mind, "But I want you to know that this fills me with joy. I want to have this baby with you."