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Wait, what’s going on? We're not ordinary ABOs. We never experienced the so-called First Orgasm and the spectacular fireworks that are supposed to accompany it.

So what are those things drifting through the air?

Am I actually seeing a glimpse of those fireworks now, tiny sparks of light dancing around us? They only appear when fated mates unite their souls during their first sex. So how do I explain this?

Fenn begins to work his hips rhythmically, starting a sliding motion, diving halfway in, and pulling back to the serenade of my panting and moaning. The thrusting falls into a hypnotic rhythm, accompanied by the sound of skin slapping.

"Yes, yes, yes," I mutter, the words pleading, needy.

It’s a constant begging, pushing my hips upward and demanding more. My fuck tunnel creates strong, intense ripples that inexorably pull him deeper, partially blocking him and refusing to let him withdraw. But he tries anyway, forcing his way back before slamming back into the hotness.

I gasp sharply as white flashes begin dancing behind my eyes, my whole body deep in abandon, and I let out another call that seems to rise from the very core of my being, repeating my demand to be marked yet another time.

This time, however, Fenn answers.

The sound that leaves him is low, resonant, and unmistakable, a particular variation of the AO call used during mating that carries only one meaning.

It's a demand to claim.

A moment later, I hear something else, a sound like silk sliding across a knife blade. I turn my head and see it. Teeth are extending from Fenn's jaws, but they look nothing like the mating fangs regular alphas have! They emerge from both his upper and lower jaws, long, thin, and incredibly dense. A shiver of terror runs through me, part excitement, part panic, because I know exactly what's about to happen.

The mantis is going to bite me.

A thin, high-pitched cry escapes me, but I’d rather throw myself headfirst into this wild experience than run away from it.

Then, with a violent movement so fast I barely even register it, Fenn pulls his dick free and flips me onto my back.

My knees are forced upward as he drives into me again with full momentum.

Now I stare up at his face. It's so changed and wild, his maw hanging open and filled with countless needle-thin teeth hovering above me. His eyes have changed. They seem multicolored, almost otherworldly, looking at me with obsession.

And I do the only thing my soul wants to do. I turn my neck to the side, exposing my gland to him in a gesture of complete surrender.

Fenn throws his head back as though preparing to strike and releases a long screech. The sound is sharp and utterly inhuman, echoing through the room and beyond it, racing through the house and cutting straight through me. Then he moves. With a lightning-fast lunge, he sinks those teeth into my gland, biting down from above and the side at once.

The pain and bliss mix in an explosive way, and I shiver, feeling like my cum is splashing all over his abs… fuck, the mating orgasm just feels so crazy intense, as I’m endlessly shuddering in ecstasy.

Oh, I knew my marking was going to be unique!

But that's not the only thing happening.

My own body responds. My mating fangs slide free, triggered by his bite. I twist my head enough to find the right angle and sink my teeth into his swollen, waiting gland, every bit as untouched as mine had been.

And suddenly, there we are.

Locked in a so-called bite grip, both of us clamped onto each other's necks.

Another wave of sweet mating orgasms crashes through us, rippling through my nervous system and sending trembling vibrations through every nerve as though some invisible musician has plucked every string inside my body at once.

But this is not the peak, oh no!

Something even more incredible happens.

A true miracle.

The thing we missed the first time, the thing everyone dreams about when they find their fated mate: the joining of our souls.

The room explodes with color!