The Unicorn And Her Mysterious Mate

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Skye POV

I felt off, my body buzzing with an uncomfortable warmth. At first, I attributed it to overexertion, my lack of control making it difficult to harness my other powers. Sometimes, it would result in me burning out and my unicorn falling silent. But as she woke this time, the sensation in my body only intensified. It was something else entirely.

My body radiated heat, a primal, instinctual urge. Before my unicorn could even communicate, I already knew what was wrong. I was in heat, or rather, a unicorn version of it. My body was urging me to mate with Chaos. Perhaps I had triggered it with a simple kiss or maybe the stress had caused it. There was a chance he didn't even know, as I was different from him. But there was still a possibility that my scent had changed.

I closed my eyes, hoping to sleep it off. I was grateful he was by my side, grateful to have a mate. However, I wasn't truly ready to mate with him. Despite being confident, the mere thought of it terrified me. It shouldn't, it was natural, and as a shifter, our bodies craved the connection even more. There were so many reasons why we needed it. But I couldn't shake the worry that I would be overwhelmed and panic during our first time together, which should be perfect and special.

Yet, here we were, in the last place I wanted to be, and my body seemed to be working against me. "Our body does not hate us," my unicorn reassured me. "We are sensing our mate's emotions. You feel it just as I do. His lycan is trapped and it hurts him that he can't mark us. I'm sure his lycan is going wild. Our bodies ache to solidify the bond, the scent of our mate driving us wild when we meet. Claiming each other is the next best thing, to feel the bond and strengthen our connection. And we must mate, to leave our mark on him as well, Maybe it will release his lycan, for he suffers daily, not fully himself," Nyx explained in my mind

"I understand," I responded to her, my voice trembling in my mind. I tried to get more comfortable, shifting in my sleep, but restlessness consumed me. Suddenly, a surge of warmth pulsed through my entire being, jolting me awake. My eyes met Chaos's, and I felt my face flush crimson. He sensed a change in my scent, his thoughts echoing loudly in my mind. He desired me, but his concern for my well-being overshadowed his desire. He didn't know I was in heat yet, but my scent was driving his lycan instincts wild. It was only a matter of time before he realized.

"I didn't mean to startle you. You seemed to be in pain," Chaos said, breaking the intense eye contact between us.

"It's okay," I managed to reply, my words barely audible. My heart pounded in my chest, my nerves getting the best of me. He was my mate, yet I couldn't shake off this overwhelming nervousness. I needed to regain control.

"I'll let you sleep," Chaos said, preparing to leave. I took a deep breath, mustering the courage to sit up and grab his hand before he could go. Surprisingly, I didn't feel overwhelmed. Instead, I felt a wave of relief wash over me. His anger seemed to fade away, replaced by a sense of calm.

"Your skin feels hot," Chaos noted, his gaze fixed on me, concern etched on his face. My scent didn't reveal that I was in heat, but I couldn't keep it a secret any longer. It wasn't fair for him to worry.

"I'll be fine. It's just... well, I'm a shifter like you, and I'm going through heat," I stumbled over my words, my voice faltering. Chaos's chest rose and fell a little faster, his emotions visibly shifting.

"I... I'm..." I choked on my words, struggling to find the right ones. Chaos sat back down on the edge of the mattress, his eyes filled with understanding.

"Take a deep breath. You can tell me, Skye. You can always be open with me. I'll never judge you or be upset when you share what's troubling you," he reassured me.

"I'm afraid of mating," I blurted out, finally voicing my fears. I let out a sigh of relief, feeling a weight lift off my shoulders.

"I understand," he whispered, his voice soothing and gentle. "I won't pressure you. If it helps, I can stay close to you to help calm your heat from hurting you or becoming too overwhelming. I can control myself. And if I can't, I can simply leave the room so nothing happens."

I nodded, grateful for his understanding. "Stay," I whispered, my voice barely audible. He nodded in response and slid into the bed next to me.

"Is my touch okay right now?" he asked.

"Yes, it's helping a little," I admitted.

"Okay, then how about you sleep against me?" he suggested, removing the shirt I had given him and placing it on the bedside table. He moved closer to me, and I leaned against his chest. Despite his warmth, his touch soothed the heat within me.

"Just let me know if being like this starts to hurt you," he said gently, his presence calming and comforting.

"Thank you," I whispered.

"He won't hurt us. We won't overwhelm. Can't you tell, he controls his emotions now that he knows they hurt us? He calms himself so he can be with us," Nyx spoke in my mind.

"I know you speak the truth," I responded silently, holding onto her words as I shifted in Chaos's embrace.

"Are you okay?" he asked, concern lacing his voice.

"A lot better, thanks to you," I replied.

"How old are you?" I asked, hoping that learning more about him would help ease my nerves.

"I don't know. I've lost track of how long I've been here," he admitted.

"I was twenty-four when sentenced, so I would assume I am around thirty now. But my body slowly ages. My kind is close to immortal." he explained.

"How old are you?" he inquired, curious about my age.

"I just turned eighteen a few days ago. But, like you, I'm basically immortal. Frozen to remain this age," I confessed.

"So you just got your unicorn then," he remarked, a hint of fascination in his voice.

"I've had her for a long time. I should have gotten her when I turned eighteen, but I was under a Fae spell as a child, which kept me young for a really long time. But my unicorn still came to me after eighteen years. I started aging when my parents saved me," I shared, feeling a slight tension in the air. Yet, he managed to control his emotions.

"It's in the past," I admitted to him, the memories of my haunted past lingering at times. But I chose to focus on the happy moments, allowing them to wash over me and bring solace. As I shifted my body, a peculiar sensation washed over me, an ache that grew with each passing moment, relentlessly tormenting me until I satisfied its hunger.

"Let mate help us, Skye. It's only going to worsen. We feel more intensely than other shifters, and if we don't act now, it could harm us," Nyx pleaded urgently in my mind. She was right, but confessing this to Chaos felt daunting. "I-I think we may need to mate," I stammered, feeling embarrassed by my own vulnerability.

"I can control myself for now, Skye, but if we start, I might lose control," Chaos warned, his voice filled with caution. "I'm aware, it's okay," I whispered, trembling with anticipation. Chaos moved closer, causing my body to shiver momentarily. "Are you sure?" he asked, his eyes locking with mine. His restraint, his presence here, offering comfort, eased my nerves. I knew he would do everything to make this experience as comfortable as possible.

"Yes," I whispered, my voice barely audible. His intense gaze never wavered as his fingers traced the hem of my nightdress, inching it up my body until it slipped off completely. Assisting me back down, he loomed over me, his lips meeting mine in a hungry kiss. With each touch, his desire for this connection consumed him, evident in the way his hand explored my body with a mix of possessiveness and tenderness. The pleasure and soothing sensation overwhelmed me in the most exquisite way.

"He was made for us, Skye, just as we were made for him. His touch will always be what makes us feel the best," Nyx whispered in my mind. I reciprocated, my hands exploring his upper body, tracing the contours of his form. A groan escaped his lips as my hand glided against his side. Pausing for a moment, he broke the kiss. "Your touch is addicting, Skye," he reassured me, his lips finding their way back to my skin, starting at my neck. As his hand ventured into more intimate places, his gentle caresses against my breasts and the way he kissed and teased my skin ignited a wildfire of pleasure within me, intensifying his desire with each reaction I displayed.

A soft, pleasurable moan escaped me as he continued. "Tell mate, we can mark him," Nyx urged in my mind. Overwhelmed by the sensations from his mouth alone, I struggled to find my voice. "Chaos, I know you can't mark me, but I can mark you if you want," I breathed out, my body trembling. "I want your mark, Skye," he responded, his voice low and seductive.

His mouth continued its tantalizing journey, causing me to shiver with anticipation. Slowly, he spread my legs, sending a surge of nerves through my body. His lips brushed against my thighs, and then his tongue against my sensitive flesh, catching me by surprise. I hadn't expected him to do that, but the sensation was undeniably pleasurable.

My lack of experience with intimacy made me nervous, but his expert touch quickly eased my worries. His lips and tongue worked skillfully, flicking and kissing, sending waves of warmth and tingling sensations throughout my body. As he moved back up, pressing his body against mine, I could feel his arousal straining against the fabric of his pants.

Driven by my overwhelming need for him, I acted out of character. My hands moved to his pants, feeling his hardness through the fabric. A deep growl rumbled in his chest as I undid his pants, freeing his very hard, very large arousal. The sheer size made me gulp, wondering how it would fit.

Sensing my fear, he reassured me, "I won't hurt you, Skye. There may be brief pain, but I promise I'll make it go away quickly. Afterwards, you'll never feel pain again." I nodded, trusting his words. His lips met mine once more, and his fingers began to explore my now very wet entrance.

He surprised me again, pushing two fingers inside me. A small yelp escaped my lips as he moved them skillfully, his lips devouring mine. The taste of him was absolutely exquisite, sending me into a whirlwind of pleasure.

I was engulfed in his passionate kiss, losing myself in the moment. It took me a second to register that his fingers had withdrawn from me, only to be replaced by a new sensation at my entrance - his throbbing tip. "Focus on my eyes," he whispered against me, our gazes locking intensely. Waves of desire and longing flowed through me as I absorbed his thoughts, but they were clear and not overwhelming. His focus was solely on how incredible this felt for him, how desperately he craved this connection to grow stronger between us. As I fixated on his eyes, a slight painful sensation momentarily filled me, as he penetrated my body, filling me in a way that was entirely new. I felt a sense of fullness, of being stretched, as his impressive size overwhelmed me. "Relax, Skye. Just take deep breaths. You'll adjust," his reassuring thoughts echoed in my mind as he slowly began to move, initiating a gentle rhythm.

As the waves of pleasure washed over me, my body succumbed, melting into a state of bliss. His rhythm intensified, filling the air with the sound of our passionate connection. Each thrust ignited different pleasurable sensations, caressing me like the touch of a seasoned expert. Amidst this euphoria, I knew he had been waiting for this moment, just like me. His perfection was undeniable, and as his lips met mine once more, I surrendered myself completely to the overwhelming pleasure that consumed me.