Page 170 of Claim Me
Part of me feels strangely calm and focused, and at the same time I’m intensely excited, everything inside mestretching, expanding, like I might explode into a shower of colorful bubbles in every direction.
I lower him onto the bed carefully, then look into his face, into his eyes. "Blue, tell me you’re sure. Absolutely sure. I need to know."
Blue’s face looks beautiful, shimmering light slipping through the porthole and falling over his silky skin and hair.
"I am. Also, I have strong reasons to believe that you and I are very highly… compatible."
I stare at him, hovering above him on my elbows, those sapphire eyes carrying a faint, mischievous spark.
"Hey, seriously? You believe that too?"
Blue smiles a little, something almost melancholic in it, his hands lifting to rest gently on my sides. "Storm told me that I should go to that fair because I’d meet someone very special there, someone who would solve my problem with feeling unsafe…"
There’s a moment of silence, our gazes locked.
"Does that mean we’re about to find out?"
Everyone in our world knows that when fated mates have sex for the first time, their souls connect, an energy circuit closes in their bodies, and a swirling ring of electrical discharges appears around them, a once-in-a-lifetime kind of spectacle.
"I didn’t know you were also considering that," I whisper, my fingers brushing lightly along his cheek. "But I really want it to be true."
"I think it is, but we'll see."
"Wait…" Something doesn’t feel right. "What if we’re not? What if you get disappointed? If you decide to do it only because you hope it will be confirmed…"
Blue snorts, lifting his hands higher, this time placing them on my face in a soft, almost fleeting touch.
"Gabriel, don’t worry. No matter if we are fated or not, I still want it with you. Everything about you… I like all of it. You’re so real, unfiltered, wild, and innocent, so open, and you can admit when you’re wrong, which is rare. You make me feel different, lighter, more relaxed… that’s why I’m choosing you for my first."
I swallow hard, listening in disbelief. So Blue feels something for me after all and it's pretty amazing…
"So… really? You like me?"
Blue lets out a soft, amused chuckle.
"But of course! How could you think otherwise? You’re cute!"
"No one’s ever called me that before," I whisper, leaning in to kiss his cheek gently.
"You simply…" he interrupts himself as if realizing something, his expression turning slightly pensive. "You make me happy…" he finally whispers, as though discovering it only now, and then our lips meet.
This time the kisses are different, more deliberate, full of hunger, anticipation, and heat.
I have a plan for how to make this perfect. I start mapping my way down his body with my mouth, beginning at the soft skin of his neck, carefully avoiding the spots where his glands used to be, then tracing his collarbones with my tongue as I slowly move toward his hardened nipples.
I take my time with everything, almost lazily, my lips and tongue playing with the tight peaks, while at the same time my hand slides between his thighs, slipping there gently, teasing around his entrance for now, circling without touching it directly.
Blue’s eyes are closed, but his cheeks are flushed, his hands tangled in my hair, occasionally gripping more firmly, then hedrags his fingers over my scalp in uneven motions, his breathing quickening, his heart racing.
I kiss his flat stomach, then of course I have to make a brief stop at his penis, pressing a kiss to the top of the shaft, taking him into my mouth for a moment, but I don’t stay there long because there’s somewhere else I need to focus on, something I need to prepare properly.
Blue appears to be waiting for it almost impatiently, pulling his knees up high toward his chest and spreading them apart in a clear signal of what he wants.
I have a lingering feeling he approaches it almost as a scientific situation, curious and excited. But I fully intend to take a key part in this experiment.
So I settle between his thighs, and my mouth lands on his already swollen petals, and the advantage of his unusual anatomy is that I can actually see his arousal building in real time, watch it deepen, intensify, as the blood makes them swell.
What’s even more striking is that the ring of petals, much like in rose omegas, can expand more than in the case of a typical omega, through the tension of the ring-shaped muscle tissue, widening his entrance to a significant degree, which matters given my size.
