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I woke up with my head pounding and my throat dry—my need to see Damien was getting downright terrifying. My hands were trembling, and my heart was racing like I’d just sprinted a mile. Even a cold shower barely brought me back to my senses. My head was still spinning. What was happening to me?

This shit was really starting to feel like the legendary Pull that True Mates supposedly felt for each other. It wasn’t normal to be so fixated on someone! I’d never felt anything this intense with any of the guys I’d slept with before. This was something else entirely—my whole body felt strung out, like a guitar string pulled way too tight.

I tried distracting myself by going online to read more about this phenomenon. Turned out, the Pull greatly intensified after a few days. And Monday was the fourth day since I’d last seen Damien. Beyond that, it was supposed to get even worse physically: headaches, nausea, dizziness, spiking stress hormones. If it went on too long—say, ten more days—True Mates could even risk losing consciousness, falling into a coma, or… dying.

I stared at the screen, panic bubbling up, but at least there was one comfort: Damien had to be feeling this too. There was no way this was one-sided.

Or… was it?

My answer came soon enough.

While I was half-sitting and half-hanging off the side of my desk, my phone buzzed with a text notification. That little beep shot straight through me, setting my hands trembling even more. I scrambled to grab it and read the three words on the screen:

"Come ASAP!"

Fuck!

I shot up instantly, throwing on a T-shirt mid-run. I fired off a quick text to Mr. Ragu, telling him the situation I’d mentioned was confirmed, and I’d be offline for the next few days. I knew omega heats varied, usually lasting two to five days depending on stress, age, and hormone levels.

Heart pounding, I drove through the city like a maniac, probably breaking a few traffic laws, but I made it in record time—twelve minutes, way faster than before. I sprinted to Damien’s door and pounded on it, not letting up for a second.

Inside, I heard muffled voices—a heated argument I could make out with my heightened hearing.

"…are you crazy?"

"Get out of my way!"

"This is twisted! What’s your problem?"

"I changed my mind—now move!"

My anxiety spiked with every passing second.

"Like hell I’m letting him in—aaagh!"

A strange sound followed, then a man’s high-pitched scream. My pulse skyrocketed, and a tingling sensation in my neck glands told me my body was gearing up to fight. But just then, the door creaked open, and there he was: Damien, looking at me from behind his thick glasses.

The scent of his starting heat hit me like a freight train, sending shivers down my spine. I could even smell his slick.

Damien was only wearing a pale pink T-shirt, and the sight of him like that made my chest ache. It looked like he’d been fucking with someone else. But if that was the case, why had he changed his mind?

"Hey, Damien," I whispered, forcing my voice to sound calm.

I glanced past him and spotted a young alpha, probably around Damien’s age, lying on the floor and glaring up at me with pure fury. He was only in his boxers, and I couldn’t help but grimace. The thought of them hooking up stung, but I had no claim on Damien, so I kept my feelings in check.

"What do you want, loser? Get out," the alpha sneered.

"Well, I was invited," I shot back. "And I’m not going anywhere unless Damien says so."

The alpha growled and tried to push himself up, but he just slumped back down, shaking. I turned to Damien, raising an eyebrow.

"What happened here?"

Damien glanced back at the guy. "He tried to stop me from opening the door. So I… zapped him."

I looked at Damien’s hands, half expecting to see a taser, but he shook his head slightly, smirking.

"I don’t need one."

He held up his hand, and tiny arcs of electricity danced across his fingertips.

My jaw dropped.

I’d heard that some rose omegas had ‘powers’ coming from the genetic legacy of our alien ancestors. Supposedly, the extraterrestrials used telepathy and could discharge electric currents like electric eels. But the rose omegas’ powers weren’t well-studied and varied wildly from one rose omega to the next—some weren’t that obvious, kind of like how purple alphas all had slightly different traits.

I smirked back at him, then turned to the young alpha.

"Now get lost. Damien doesn’t need you anymore."

"No, he doesn’t need you!" the guy spat, his voice shrill and childish.

"If I hear that from Damien, I’ll leave," I said, stepping closer.

The guy growled low in his throat—a guttural sound only alphas could make—a clear warning. But Damien shut him down with a sharp look.

"Garrett, just get out," he said, tossing the clothes over to the alpha. "It’s over."

Garrett growled again, still fuming. "There’s no way I’m letting this slide! I’ll tell your brother—"

Before he could finish, I grabbed him by the arm, yanked him up, and shoved him toward the door. He stumbled into the hallway, but I barely glanced back, ready to shut the door when he yelled:

"Damien! Why the hell did you even call me if you don’t want me? You begged me! I skipped my trip! And now this? Bringing in some other guy? What’s with these stupid games?"

Damien sighed, closing his eyes for a second.

"I'm sorry, Garrett. I didn’t know how to cancel on you after you’d gone to so much trouble. But now that the heat’s started, I realized I can’t do this with you. My body’s resisting it too much. I’m sorry—I didn’t mean for things to turn out like this."

I kicked Garrett’s clothes toward him. He muttered something under his breath, grabbed them, and turned around, but not before throwing me one last glare.

"You’re beyond words! I drove here at dawn, fought through traffic for this? Un-fucking-believable!"

Feeling partly responsible, I stepped in. "Look, this is on me, not Damien. He called you because I turned him down first. If anyone messed things up, it’s me."

Garrett muttered something I couldn’t make out, yanked on his T-shirt, and stormed down the hall. I shut the door and glanced toward Damien.

He was watching me, biting his lip. Then, without saying a word, he turned and walked toward the bedroom. I followed him.

There he sat on the bed, hunched over. His nest was partially trashed, like there’d been a fight—or sex. The sight twisted something deep in my chest, but I couldn’t say anything. I had no right to demand answers from him.

"So, you called, and here I am," I said, trying to keep my voice steady and mask the regret bubbling inside me.

The air was thick with his scent—his heat had definitely started. Even with my suppressants, I could still catch the sharp, sweet pheromones. Seprudin 750 only blocked the Allure, not the heat scent.

I closed my eyes briefly and said with sincerity, "I’m really sorry about all this. I know the mess I dragged you into—"

Damien snorted. "Doesn’t matter now. Garrett’s a hothead, but he’ll get over it. He went through a lot of trouble to be here, which complicated things for me—there was no easy way to tell him I was canceling."

I hesitated before asking, "Is he… your boyfriend?"

He let out a light laugh. "No way. If I had a boyfriend, I wouldn’t be calling your company. Garrett’s just my brother’s friend. I only contacted him because I was desperate after Mr. Ragu told me you wouldn’t take my commission. Garrett didn’t even want to come at first—he thought my brother would kill him if he found out. But I literally begged him, and he canceled a family trip to the mountains for me. This was before you showed up on campus. I felt like crap about it, and didn’t know how to fix things. Then, when the heat started, he showed up, and… I realized it was a bad idea."

"Did he… try to force you?" I asked cautiously.

Damien raised an eyebrow, smirking. "Force me? No one could force me. I’d zap them with my electricity." His tone was cocky, but honestly, it was kind of hot. Even back on campus when I’d followed him into the bathroom, he wasn’t afraid—I understood now why.

"Actually," Damien continued, "the second he tried to hug me, I started to squeal, almost involuntarily. It felt damn wrong. The poor guy had no clue what was happening, and we just ended up quarreling like idiots. I texted you while we were still arguing." He sighed, rubbing his eyes, frustration etched on his face.

I glanced at the bed again, relieved they hadn’t actually fucked.

"Your nest is a mess," I said softly, lowering my gaze to the disordered fabric. Without thinking, I sat at the edge of the bed and started fixing the damage.

Damien stared at me, wide-eyed. "You don’t have to fix it," he whispered.

"But I want to. This is my fault—my refusal screwed it up for you. You probably won’t get it, but I didn’t want things to spiral like this. I just… I wanted to sleep with you because I desired you, not because you paid me."

He looked at me, his face flushed. My eyes roamed over the rose-shaped birthmark on his cheek.

"I appreciate it now," he said quietly. "Before, though… I was so all over the place, upset, having no idea what to do."

"Fair enough," I admitted. "I knew you might see it as rejection, but that wasn’t it. I just wanted more with you than a… business arrangement."

Damien snorted lightly. "You have no idea how happy I am about this—but only now. Even the fact that you returned the payment. And you did it knowing the money wasn’t a problem for me—you could’ve just taken it and been done with the debt."

"No, I couldn’t, Damien. Nobody seems to get it—not Ragu, not my cousin, not even you. But what we had… there’s no price for that."

His cheeks flushed deeper, his eyes glistening slightly.

"I’m grateful. In a way, you’ve removed the stain I had on my first time. The fact that I had paid for it kinda tainted it, but you restored it. You made it… more normal."

Not knowing what to say, I just stared at the side of his nest.

Then, suddenly, Damien turned his head toward me, swallowing hard. "This is my first heat," he muttered, letting out a deep exhale. "I don’t even know how this is supposed to go."

His previous, slightly cocky attitude softened, and I saw uncertainty in his eyes—and maybe even fear.

"Trust me," I said gently. "I know it’s weird to ask that from a stranger, but I’ve assisted with heats before. I’ll do my best to help you if you’ll let me." My voice surprised me—it was so soft, tender. I hadn’t spoken like that to anyone in a long time, since my first time with an omega I dated in high school. But with Damien, it felt natural.

His big, wide eyes behind those glasses made him look innocent, almost vulnerable.

"I promise I’ll take care of all your needs," I continued. "I want you to feel safe and comfortable, even though we don’t know each other well. I’ll never cross any line you don’t want me to."

We again locked eyes for a long moment.

He swallowed hard, then looked down at my hand resting on the side of the bed. Biting his lip, he slowly, almost shyly, slid his hand toward mine.

I stared at this small hand, inching closer before taking it in mine. A shiver jolted through me as our skin touched, like a spark of electricity. Damien let out a tiny breath, like he’d felt it too.

Without thinking, I leaned in and kissed his warm palm, turning it up to press my lips against it. I moved slowly toward his wrist, where his little scent gland was.

He trembled, his sweet scent intensifying in the air.

My rut was starting—I felt it in every cell of my body. The fragrance of heat always triggered a strong sexual drive in alphas, giving them the stamina needed to keep up with an omega during their heat.

Damien’s breathing grew quick and uneven, his body trembling slightly.

"I’m a little scared," he admitted, his blush deepening. "But at the same time, I can’t stop thinking about one thing."

"What’s that?" I asked with a soft smile.

He rolled his eyes. "You know what."

"Not a clue… reinstating Pluto as a planet?"

"Come on! That’s never happening," he scoffed, but he was smiling now.

I chuckled and said, "We’ll argue about that later. Let me finish fixing your nest first—I want to make it right."

Damien blinked, looking at his partially destroyed rose-petal nest. "Why do you care so much? Alphas usually make fun of nests. My brothers sometimes kick it, just to mess with me."

Shame washed over me, remembering how I used to treat my ex’s nest. But this was different. There was something about Damien’s nest that made me want to protect it—and him.

"They shouldn’t do that," I said firmly. "And I don’t know why, but I just want it to be whole. People say a nest is an omega’s magic, the imprint of their soul."

"Do you really believe that?" he asked softly.

"Maybe I do," I admitted, letting go of his hand and finishing up the repairs. It didn’t take long, but in that time, Damien’s demeanor shifted even more.

He watched me with reddening cheeks, biting his lip. The room filled with the most delicious scent as he fidgeted, like he couldn’t find a comfortable spot. I could tell now, with absolute certainty, that the next wave was coming. I glanced at his pelvis, noticing how he was starting to tilt it slightly back, making small, frantic moves.

Then, he let out a loud huff and unexpectedly leaned back, pulling off his shirt and lying flat on his back. I gaped.

In the light of dawn, I could finally see his whole body, all of him, bare for the first time.

It was a small body, with soft, round, delicate shapes, his breasts were almost translucent pale pink, the tips of his nipples were large and stiff, protruding. The skin of his neck was slightly reddened around the glands, and his small dick was fully erect.

I fixed my eyes on that part, paused my work on the nest for a moment, and immediately felt a strong temptation to take his dick in my mouth. So I sped up and finished the repairs as quickly as I could, my own cock hardening even more. Damien was watching me intently, his lips parted slightly, and in addition to the scent of his pheromones, the sweet smell of his slick hung in the air.

My whole body tensed like a bow ready to shoot; the rut was about to hit me in full force.

Damien seemed to sense this and made a low sound in the AO mating language, signaling his readiness. As I moved along the line of his nest, circling around it, feeling a bit like a preying beast with my eyes focused madly on him. He very slowly, almost imperceptibly at first, began to move his thighs aside, parting them so that I could see what was hidden between them; a treasure waiting for me to claim. My hungry gaze landed on it. I couldn't miss the fact that his entrance looked very different now than it did five days ago. It was more puffy, deeply pink, and the delicate petals surrounding his hole seemed slightly swollen and open. The whole thing was covered in slick, and I just stared… stared at this gate that he had just presented to me in such an extremely erotic way.

"You know, what I said on Thursday was true. All true. Your hole is stunning, perfect and so inviting…" I murmured, my voice hoarse.

"I want you there, deep inside my hole," Damien said breathlessly, his cheeks turning red, I knew he desired this, that this burning need was growing inside him with every passing minute.

In a few quick moves, I managed to get rid of my t-shirt and pants, and I had nothing underneath because I ran here as fast as I could, even my hair was still wet from the shower.

Damien's eyes wandered over my body, curious and slightly embarrassed. I was always self-conscious about my appearance because I didn’t look like a typical alpha.

My body had long lines of purple-pink tissue, similar to dense gelatin, running along all my limbs—top, bottom, and sides. I could push bony spikes through it without damaging my muscles; the tissue was like thick but pliable rubber. My chest also had thin pink lines along my ribs because, in moments of great danger, I could push out extra bone plates to protect my chest and organs.

My body was almost three times as heavy as a typical alpha male’s, due to the hidden extra bones and their unusual density from extreme hypermineralization.

"You’re… impressive," he breathed out, but I couldn’t tell which part of my body he was referring to, since his gaze was flickering between my face and my crotch.

"Are you inviting me into your nest, omega?" I asked, my voice dropping even lower.

"I invite you into my nest, alpha, and into my body."

I took a deep breath and climbed onto the bed, careful not to knock over his rose-shaped nest again—though I suspected it might not survive the next few hours anyway.

My pulse quickened, and Damien’s breathing was rapid and shallow.

The first thing I did when I kneeled between his thighs was to lean forward and take his dick in my mouth, which of course concluded after exactly ten seconds—my mouth being immediately filled with sweet liquid and Damien let out a lovely, prolonged whimper.

However, knowing that this kind of orgasm would only give him temporary relief, I raised my eyes to him and said with a smirk, "You taste delicious, and don't worry, we're just getting started."

His eyes were wide open and staring at me, and he just mumbled, "Please take me. I need more."

Could I refuse? Absolutely out of the question, I bent down, pulled back a bit and slid my hands under his buttocks, our eyes meeting again, "First I have to savor you."

His breathing was already accelerated as I lowered myself and planted a kiss on the protruding folds around his entrance, my tongue making several circular motions, sliding over his swollen petals. His slick was as sweet as liquid sugar; I slid my tongue into him with ease, feeling no resistance there, his pucker fully open.

This signaled that the heat had already begun in full force, he probably had to endure the first wave alone before Garret came. He was loose, the small dildo lying on the blanket next to him certainly helped—now I didn't have to prepare him as much as I would have outside of heat time. I gently slid two fingers inside, and Damien accepted them with ease. He only exhaled slightly with the third, but I knew that was not a problem for him, that the heat was loosening the tissues in the area, preparing his passage to receive the alpha cock.

"I'm going to knot you again," I muttered breathlessly.

"I know, do it, do it," he groaned, spreading his legs even wider and pulling them up to his chest. This inviting, submissive gesture only heated blood in my veins even more.

I moved closer and pressed my cock against his entrance.

"So, shall we begin?"

He nodded, his eyes wide open, defenseless, so accepting.

The next moment, I put the head of my dick against his pink hole and started to push…

What a divine feeling, it was wet, warm, so slippery; I wanted to squeeze in there… But suddenly, I realized I didn't have a condom!

I immediately backed out, angry with myself.

"Damn, I came here in a hurry, I don't have any rubber!"

Damien, also fully immersed in the passion of the moment, cursed under his breath and muttered, "But the company checks you out, they don't hire sick people, right?"

"Well, yes, I had a series of tests when I started working. And I haven't had sex with anyone since."

"And I haven't done it with anyone but you."

I hesitated, what did he mean? "Right… So what's your decision?"

I knew the chances of getting pregnant in the first heat were slim because the uterus wasn't fully mature.

"Do you want to do it without a condom?" he mumbled, wiggling his ass impatiently, his hole opening even more.

"Yes, absolutely, and in any case, as a purple alpha, I have a pretty strong immune system and tissue regeneration anyway, you won't catch anything from me."

"Then… fuck me," he breathed out.

I didn't need any more encouragement, just pressed the head of my cock against his entrance again, and slid into him, drawing a sigh from his throat, and then I thrust—going deeper and finding myself at the very bottom…

…the next second, my body was rocked by the most powerful orgasm I had ever experienced in my life!

A blue-white light flashed in front of my eyes, a burst of sparks spread around our bodies like a wide circular wave! My body tensed like a string, spewing streams of cum as a jet of fireworks flew high above us, the sound I made was not even like anything that had ever left a human throat.

"Fuck!" I groaned, shaking.

What had just happened? How could such a powerful orgasm have taken place, unless we were indeed… True Mates.

Damien wasn't in much better shape, but his eyes were shut tight so he probably didn't notice the whole burst of light, he just let out a long, moaning yelp and his dick shot a fountain of cum high into the air, even though he had just come in my mouth two minutes ago!

"Damn, that was… powerful!" I groaned loudly, and then I felt my knot expand rapidly, filling him in a matter of seconds.

"Fuck, fuck…" I mumbled desperately. It wasn't optimal to stretch him from the beginning, but I couldn't help it. So to keep him from seeing my stunned, confused face, I lowered myself and hid my face on his neck.

Still feeling overwhelmed, I had to think quickly, even though the middle of intercourse wasn't exactly the best time for deep reflection. I knew that during heat, it was quite common for partners to come almost immediately after penetration—and Damien was in heat, after all. So, maybe this was just that—a simple heat orgasm?

But on the other hand, this felt far more intense than anything I'd ever experienced before. And the… fireworks? Hmm.

Wait. Damien's ability to control electricity might explain it! I once read an article about an omega who could make his skin glow, and during climax he would lose control and start emitting intense light. It sounded like a perfect, logical explanation, right?

And, after all, I was on strong suppressants that would have blocked the natural TM fireworks experience anyway, so it had to be Damien's rose omega abilities that manifested when he lost control.

A tough dilemma to resolve, huh?

Still, my gut feeling wouldn't let go. No matter how much I tried to rationalize everything that had just happened, my heart was stubbornly convinced that this was IT!

The only question was, did Damien even notice? If so, did he attribute it to the heat increasing the intensity of the orgasms?

I felt kind of stupid, almost lost, it was too unbelievable, right?

Given our unusual situation, I didn't want to embarrass myself by bringing it up, although I was hoping that one of us would eventually say it out loud; I just didn't want it to be me!

So I said nothing and waited for my knot to subside, making shallow, gentle movements. I couldn't see Damien's face because my own was buried in his amaranth curls, right next to his swollen neck gland, which I began to lick and kiss gently, feeling the nagging urge to bite him, but that was out of the question, of course.

For a good ten minutes, I just rocked over him in silence. It was kind of awkward, but I couldn't push myself to start a casual conversation after such an epic orgasm, with my knot still dilated. It would just be too much.

When I finally felt it receding, I began to dive inside him more intensely, making much deeper thrusts but still keeping a moderate pace, enjoying how warm he was and how tightly he held my dick. Only then did I shyly look up at him. Damien kept his eyes closed, his head tilted to the side, exposing his red gland. He submitted completely to my rocking, only breathing quickly. When I looked down, his dick was stubbornly hard, rubbing against my lower abdomen—a typical sign of heat. It was normal to stay aroused throughout the entire wave as the heat increased.

Feeling almost high, I drove into him, gradually speeding up. I knew that omegas could come many times during this period, and I wanted to deliver him as much pleasure as possible.

Soon I was thrusting even more vigorously, but still without using much force. My movements were very smooth in his slippery insides. I leaned forward on my elbows and tried to look into his eyes, but he kept turning his face to the side, as if self-conscious. From time to time, his dick would throb and release tiny amounts of cum as he experienced several small orgasms, one after the other.

My lips moved along his earlobe, nibbling at it, sliding down to his swollen glands, making long lapping motions. I made a point to lick them thoroughly, knowing that omegas loved that kind of stimulation.

Again, when my mouth was directly over the sensitive spot, I had to fight the overwhelming urge to bite him. It was quite a heroic struggle to control myself, especially as I felt a half-voluntary AO sound rise in my throat—one that meant asking for permission to mark. But with a gigantic effort, I managed to stop myself. Something like this should not be done outside of a stable relationship.

To my astonishment, Damien seemed to tilt his head even more, as if to give me full access to his neck, but… I knew better. Such reflexes were no less instinctive than the AO sounds—he must be struggling with them as well. It would be reckless of me to take advantage of his moment of weakness.

But I couldn't stop myself from sucking on a multitude of hickeys on his neck. He kept making soft, sweet sounds, and his dick continued spitting out a few drops every two or three minutes. Apparently, even this subtle form of stimulation gave him a great deal of pleasure, adding to his overall bliss.

So I proceeded to sink into him, enjoying how incredibly wet and hot he was; it was a wonderful, welcoming feeling. I closed my eyelids and just let myself dive, drown in him, realizing that I was not only immersing myself in his body, but to some extent in his mind as well.

The wave of his mental energy flooded my mind.

With a strange sense of clarity, I discovered that he was in deep ecstasy, but somehow, he was holding himself back, as if he was fighting against fully surrendering to the pleasure. It was almost as if it… troubled him!

It hit me—he was still hung up on the fact that this was heat sex with a stranger. We weren’t in a relationship, not even a casual one. All he knew about me was that I had a shady job. This wasn’t how he’d imagined his first heat, and while the sex was great, it wasn’t what he wanted the situation to be.

I could feel his emotions bleeding into me, pulling me into his headspace. The conflict inside him was so raw and tangible. His sadness palpable—he hated that he couldn’t share this moment with someone he truly loved and trusted, not even knowing if I’d stick around after the heat was over—or just disappear, leaving him in the dust.

This was how he saw the whole thing: to him, our epic climax was just an intense orgasm, a first-heat reaction—it could be nothing more, since I was on suppressants. His eyes had been closed the whole time, so he didn’t even register the electrical discharges.

Unfortunately, it wasn't exactly the right time to dive into our relationship—or the lack thereof. I couldn’t start talking about it mid-sex.

But I had to help him deal with it somehow!

So I made a low, calming, soothing sound—the kind alphas use to comfort omegas in distress. It was vibrating, resonating in our bodies, syncing them in a way.

To my shock, such a simple thing, and yet it somehow worked. His mind seemed to clear a bit, and he began to focus on the sensations, on how my shaft was rubbing against his prostate… so I sped up, wanting to increase his pleasure, make him forget the anxious feelings.

A few minutes later, he let out a deep moan and came… but that wasn’t the end!