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  "That isn't what you meant?"

  I snapped out of my thoughts. Neil kept looking back at me. "So you just never got into that music, or you don't like it?"

  I swallowed and said, "Jonathan doesn't really like me listening to music. He thinks I might get a crush on a singer or drummer or something."

  "That jealous?"

  "That's why I'm not feeling too good about this. I'm cheating on him with you."

  Neil sighed and said, "It's not cheating."

  "Hmm?"

  "I mean, okay... Technically? If you want to talk about the absolute particulars? Yeah, that's true. But what does cheating really entail? Two partners are supposed to love each other, and then one party decides to betray that trust. Jonathan? He already betrayed you. He abuses you and controls you like an object. He doesn't love you. At least not as a person or a mate." He looked right into my eyes. "You looking for someone else isn't cheating. It's taking back control. Control that never should've been taken from you."

  "I..." I still didn't like the feeling of it.

  So he eased my worried mind once and for all. "If I cheated on you or you cheated on me, is that not because one of us care about the other? How does Jonathan care about you if you're running away from him in fear of your life?"

  To that, I didn't have a good answer. Or any answer. He was right. It was just me trying to shift the blame of the situation onto myself, as I had essentially been programmed to do. And the more I thought about it, the more outrageous it became to me.

  I ran away from Jonathan. Only because we still had a soul mate bond could anyone possibly think I was in the wrong for falling into Neil's hands.

  And that brought up again the same thing I thought of from before: if the soul mate bond didn't actually require two people to be 100% soul mates, then why was it called a spiritual soul mate bond? It was like whoever named it knew it would be used to keep bonded people together for longer than they had any right to be, because who would ever seriously want to sever a bond with your soul mate?

  Though I didn't want to dwell on that issue any longer, it definitely dampened my enthusiasm for getting home. Why did it? I had already accepted that I wasn't cheating.

  Once I realized that I realized that I was still worried, I knew that it was just yet another one of those lingering aftereffects of living with Jonathan for so long. God, I wanted to be free. But would I ever? Would I really be free if every little thing I did was still stained with his abuse?

  Fuck it.

  I was going to be free. Who cared what Jonathan thought? If he was upset over my self-emancipation, then who gave a damn?

  My spirit renewed, I eagerly awaited turning into the parking lot of Steamy Cups.

  And I told Neil, "I am just so nervous right now."

  "That's a good thing. You're about to start a new life for real."

  "I mean, I've just been thinking about a lot of things even on this car ride."

  He paused for a second. A red light stopped us, and he looked at me. "That sounds like you're in pre-estrous."

  My eyes widened. He was right. This maelstrom of emotions and inability to figure out my thoughts was indeed a side-effect of when pre-estrous was getting unbearable close to a full heat. All I needed was just a few more days and I'd be in the thick of it, desperate for cock deep inside me.

  So I asked him: "Do unicorns really knot?"

  Green light.

  "Yeah. That's one of the ways we do things. Sorta like wolves, I know. Why, did Jonathan knot?"

  "Of course. And I don't think he knew how to do it well because it was always so loose or too tight to the point it actually hurt. And not like a good kind of hurt, where you'd get a little pleasure out of it. No, his dick was defective, I think."

  And Neil laughed all the way home. To be honest I didn't even mean for that to be funny. It was the truth. Jonathan thought he was a sex god, but he couldn't fuck his way out of an orgy.

  When we got out and went inside, I was eager to feel the embrace of the heater. That was the one thing about living up here: it wasn't going to get deathly cold, but the weather didn't know what "hot" was either. Maybe it was because I spent so much of my life indoors that explained I wasn't able to handle that Pacific coolness very well.

  At least Neil had a lot of warmth to go around.

  I sat in the lobby at first before Neil said, "Ah, you probably shouldn't do that because then people are going to think we're open and start harassing us."

  I nodded and went upstairs, the elixir sloshing about and the knife resting nervously in my pocket.

  Neil pulled out a folded piece of paper and said, "So here are the instructions. Drink half of that, then speak your desire to leave and say the name of your old mate. Then drink the rest, and I'll bring this knife down in front of you."

  I blinked. "You mean, like you're going to cut me?"

  "No. I'm going to slash down like I'm cutting a ribbon, but I'm not actually going to touch you."

  I didn't quite understand how that was the way it worked, but I was too anxious to get it over with to care. I pulled out the cork and downed what I thought was about half of the elixir, though when I looked, I figured it was more like a third.

  "Is that enough?"

  "Eh, good enough. Unless you want some more."

  I smacked my lips because the bittersweetness kicked in. The elixir on my tongue tasted like lukewarm water, but aftertaste was completely poopy. Once I really started tasting it, I felt like vomiting. "Ugh, that's... ooh, that's not good at all." But I powered through and drunk a bit more, forcing it down. Thank goodness that the flavor didn't hit immediately!

  "Okay! So..." He pulled the knife above his head, both his hands on the grip. I loved him. I respected him. And I believed that I needed him. But Goddamn me, some inner fight-or-flight part of me didn't appreciate Neil holding a knife like that. "Say what you will."

  "Oh! Ummm... How would this go?"

  "There's no special saying. Just say that you don't want to be Jonathan's mate anymore."

  I nodded. "I no longer want to be mated to Jonathan Grover!" Then I pulled the flask to my lips again and downed the last of it. Once I was finished, Neil brought his hands down, the knife severing the invisible bond holding me to Jonathan.

  Just as I expected but perhaps didn't think would happen, I felt as if something really had been cut. My whole body lurched backwards as if a weight attached to my chest had been taken off of me, and my mind exploded as a rush of blood went into my head.

  When I came back to, the first thing I saw was Neil's hazel eyes, scraggly blond hair, and stubble-fuzzed chin and thought that I was looking at the sexiest man who ever lived.

  "You think it worked?" he asked.

  I threw myself on him and kissed all over that mouth. He returned the favor, and we threw each other down onto the bed.

  I'd never been happier in my life. It was like an epiphany or a spiritual orgasm, or maybe even a baptism. I didn't know what exactly happened, but it was everything I wanted and more. Jonathan no longer worried my mind. All I cared about in that moment was loving Neil. He was my soul mate. And not in the wishy-washy sense of 'he said all the right things and looked kinda cute.' This was the real deal. Our souls were like Legos, perfectly made for each other and no one else.

  It manifested as heavy gasping and even a sort of panic to the point that he pushed himself off and asked me, "Are you alright?"

  I pulled him back down. "You don't understand how much I need this," I told him. We're in a territory I've never even known before. Not even when Jonathan was nice to me."

  Alas, he pulled himself off again and said, "I'm sorry. But I can't. Not just yet?"

  I sprawled out on the bed and asked, "Why?"

  "It's not you. It's just that... I want to consummate this. You're very sexy, undoubtedly. Possibly the sexiest Omega I've ever seen. And that's why I want to actually mate with you."

  I smiled brightly. Mating? Jonathan never mated with m
e. He never cared whether or not he fucked me when I was in heat or when I was tired. Maybe that's why we never conceived a child, something which didn't make sense to me before now. Omega bodies are tricky things, especially kitty cat Omegas.

  Still, I felt selfish. "Are you sure you don't wanna go at it? You know, just for some practice?"

  He laughed, and I loved it when he laughed. I loved it when I made him laugh. "Ah, that would be nice. But we'd need protection."

  "Honey, that's just it. Jonny never impregnated me even when he tried."

  "Even when you still loved him?"

  "I guess maybe that's how it works."

  He chuckled under his breath. "I ought to ask Artemis about this. I've never heard of that, of certain Omegas flat out not getting pregnant. Are you sure that's not because you're..." He rolled his hands.

  I went, "Uh! If that were the case, I wouldn't get any more heats in the first place."

  He nodded and pursed his lips. "You got me there. But I dunno. My unicorn side wants to breed."

  "Why can't you tell it to have fun?"

  And he didn't answer. That meant he was running it through his head. "You know, that's a good question." Jackpot. "You've got a real good point."

  He ripped off his shirt in one single flick of the wrist in the single hottest move in the history of mankind. I was amazed because it was like a magic trick. One minute it was there. The next, it was on the floor.

  "I've been waiting for this for a good long time, Tommy."

  "Are you gonna use that unicorn dick on me, big boy? Get some knotting going?"

  He pulled me back on him and said, "Maybe. Just maybe, if you present that bare ass to me." He fondled my neck and ear lobes, and we spent another few minutes exchanging real bubbly sweet talk.

  "Are you experienced?" I whispered. "I like a man with skills."

  "I've gotten around a little bit. And I bet you're desperate for someone to show you what love's really like."

  I arched my back, pulling my body up like I was a stretching cat. "Oh me-ow!" I play-scratched his face and bit my lip. "We've only known each other for wo weeks and yet you know me so well."

  He scratched the back of my neck and rubbed my back and sides, and I lifted my chin for him. Immediately, he obliged and scratched the underside of my chin. This nearly brought me to cum by itself. Instead, I nearly felt myself shift. My cat self wanted to come to the forefront just so it could get some of that scratchy rubby love, especially on the chin. And once he had his fun there, he started rubbing my tailbone, pushing me further up his body so he could get a better position. This, too, was more than I could bear for long. Anyone who's ever been around a cat knows that the chin and the base of a tail are where you form the friendship. And he knew better than to start with my belly. All my life I've been nervous about people touching me there or leaving it exposed, which is why Jonathan always put me in tube tops.

  But once I was ready and willing for Neil to have his fun, I rolled over and pulled him on me and directed his hands towards my belly button. Then I pulled my arms and hands back in a submissive pose and let him have his way.

  His horn appeared, and I knew better than to let it go to waste. Though it made me look less submissive, I reached out and wrapped my fingers around it, and he moaned.

  "Ohhh, this is something else."

  He started seething and gasping every time I rubbed his horn.

  "Does it squirt?"

  "Not that one."

  So I decided to simultaneously go for the better horn, feeling around and finding the rock-hard shaft.

  My hands aren't that big, but the fact I could just barely touch my fingers shocked me. If he tried to put that in me, would it even fit?

  "You're touching the knot," he said, whimpering. When I looked down, I saw that I was indeed holding a part of his shaft that looked like there was a ball of muscles and cum inside. It looked weird even though I've seen a knotted penis before. Maybe it was just because I was seeing it for the first time in real life: old Jonny boy always kept it inside and shrunk it before I got a chance to see how small it really was. Neil's was substantial.

  "Does that hurt?"

  "Not at all." He pecked my forehead with a kiss. "Not at all. I just wanted to show you what it looked like." Immediately, it twitched and started to shrink back into the regular form of the shaft. And though he cried out as it did, it wasn't a pained cry. In fact, I thought he had accidentally orgasmed at first before I realized there wasn't any of those milky ribbons. At least not yet.

  Then I realized that I wasn't even ready for penetration. If he tried, he'd probably just make me bleed like Jonathan always did.

  Yikes, that didn't sound so good when I thought about it. Just more proof that Jonathan was the real bloody asshole! And since we obviously didn't want to engage in such a bizarre kind of foreplay in that sense, I decided to sprawl myself back out and spread my cheeks.

  Neil then looked at my entrance and said, "You're gonna need some lube."

  He was right. Because we decided to do this before my heat began, I wasn't going to be able to lube myself naturally. And you know what? Fuckin' fine! I wanted all of Neil. And it would be so amazing if he had to work to enter me. Get the lube, the Vaseline, and whatever else he had. Get some real fun stuff ready to loosen me up and let that horn in.

  And he looked into his drawer and said, "I don't think that I even have any lube in here."

  I threw down my hands and sighed. "Oh well! I guess we won't be able to get to that really fun stuff tonight, then. Unless you wanna try to go in dry."

  His eyes twitched. "Tommy, what's that? All around your ass? Is that..."

  He rubbed his hand around my entrance. "That's lube! You're actually self-lubricating!"

  How hadn't I noticed, you might ask? It's not that I was incontinent or anything. I guess I was just so damn nervous about everything that I thought I was afflicted by swamp ass (and no, you don't wanna know what that is!). Here I find out I was actually lubricating. And if that was the case...

  "When does your heat usually begin?" he asked.

  "First week of October."

  He grinned. "You know, that's the fun thing about this. It's not like you're actually on a clock or anything. Whenever your body's ready to do it, it's time."

  I slapped my face with both of my hands, increasingly embarrassed. Lubrication was one of the messier parts of an Omega's heat, something we really couldn't control sometimes if we were super horny and even if we weren't, we'd lube ourselves up. That I had somehow misinterpreted my own body's signs when it was my fucking body made me feel like an idiot, and I said as much to Neil.

  He leaned on the bed by his elbows and said, "No, don't say that. You're not an idiot at all. Especially considering the choices you've made."

  I smiled and pulled my cheeks apart again. Because my heat had just started, the self-lubing wasn't particularly overwhelming. Sometimes, your first self-lubing of a heat season might be the messiest one, but usually you were going to have to get into a really hot loving session or get fucked several times before you got the one where the shaft and balls alike could slide right in.

  It was good enough for us, though. A humble start to what I hoped would be a long and wonderful relationship.

  It started when he popped in a single finger, just to see if he could get it in there. My whole body quivered, and if I were in my cat form, all the fur on the back of my body would bristle in a wave. I lifted my ass, which I knew after the fact probably made it a bit harder for him to keep it in there, but it was involuntary.

  He then kept thrusting in and out, getting the lube spread all about until his finger was moving without resistance. Then he got the second finger in there, and this brought a renewed-- though lesser-- rush of pleasure. He wasn't quite hitting the G-spot, but the more he pumped his finger back and forth, the more I hoped he reached it.

  Then went in the third finger, and then the fourth finger, until finally he managed to get his
whole fist in there. And yes, oh YES, he rubbed the G-spot. He knew exactly where it was, and as soon as I felt that finger go, I nearly came. I had to hold myself back just to keep it all in, but he wasn't making it easy. Further tempting me was when he slapped my asscheek over and over again, finally pulling his fist out and preparing to mount.

  "You ready for it?"

  "Yes!" I cried. "Yes!" I didn't want the pleasure to stop so soon, especially after I felt the initial pulse of what I knew was his shifter form's spirit start tangling with mine. I'll explain what that is later, because holy fuck, I was high on Neil.

  He pulled me back and pushed me down in order to find the best holding position, and finally he decided to go full doggy mount (or unicorn mount in his case, ha!), slipping his massive cock in and out, in and out, bucking and bouncing me all over the place.

  "Oh shit," he said. "I didn't think you'd be this tight after all that! You're spasming right now."

  Hearing his sultry voice caused me to blow ribbons of spunk all ahead onto the bed. Of all things, THAT was the tipping point. If I could've seen myself in the mirror, I knew I'd be red.

  Once I was done, I said, "Don't stop now, Secretariat. You've gotta keep going!"

  He had momentarily paused just so I could get all the cum out, but once I was finished, he instantly started up again. It was going to be his turn, and I couldn't wait to feel his seed.

  It was while I was coming down and being bucked-- with the reduced pleasure of the post-orgasm high still lingering-- that I finally realized that I was about to have a seed planted in me.

  "Whoa, whoa," I said, gasping and wincing. "Wait a sec."

  Like a boss, he stopped.

  "What's wrong?"

  "I just..." I needed a moment to catch my breath, and I knew he must've felt extremely shocked when I scooted forward to get his throbbing cock out of me.

  Concerned, he said, "What's wrong?" with more force.