Page 56 of Unbreak Me
My eyes landed on his intimate place hungrily. It was wet now, bright pink; the tissue was slightly swollen and smooth. I leaned down and dragged my tongue along his crease, licking his opening as well. Day moaned softly and didn't stop me. For a while, I took my time caressing that part of his body, massaging it with my tongue, and sliding into his warm insides. Day began to make quiet, sweet noises.
Very soon, his dick became hard again (it never went completely flaccid anyway), which further surprised me. I liftedmyself up on my elbows and took him back into my mouth, starting to suck on his shaft. At the same time, my finger slid down to his opening and made small circling movements around it. Day started to rock his hips slightly, pushing them forward, as if encouraging me to put it in. So I paused bobbing my head for a moment and mumbled quietly, "May I?"
Day nodded, so I slowly inserted one finger, watching his face. He was breathing deeply, but calmly. Being strangely in sync with him, I knew he wasn’t scared. Only after making sure he was fine with this form of penetration, did I slide in the other finger. Simultaneously, I kept blowing him, while easing my digits into him, and rhythmically pressing my fingertips against his prostate.
If I thought it would take much longer the second time, I was very wrong! I don't know if I did it for more than a minute and a half before he moaned again and a stream of warm fluid erupted in my mouth.
Swallowing it, I felt pretty amazed. It was hard to explain, after all, neither of us knew each other that well to be so in tune sexually. The only other possibility was that Day had a naturally high sexual potency, a strong libido? What else could cause such strong arousal? I also had trouble controlling myself and involuntarily pressed my stiff dick against the sheet.
But this was not the moment to think about it too deeply. I teetered on the brink of orgasm myself, so while simultaneously nursing his dick in my mouth (it was still hard, by the way), I unzipped my pants and, in a few strokes, brought myself to the finale as well.
After I was done, I moved to the edge of the bed and lay down next to him. Day was motionless, his eyes stubbornly closed. I pulled him against me so that his head rested on my shoulder while I tightly hugged him.
We stayed there in silence, and I stroked his back gently and patiently, feeling that there was no need to talk about what had just happened. We remained in each other's calm presence, and it gave me a feeling of deep satisfaction.
DAY
What happened completely overwhelmed me—I didn’t know what was going on. I felt like I was spinning on a carousel.
Jan’s behavior initially left me unsure whether to be angry with him or fall in love with him. Many omegas might see it as audacity, an attempt to meddle in their lives, but Jan did something crazy courageous—something I secretly yearned to do myself: attack the bastard!
And then, just a few hours later, two million dollars appeared in my account.
Could I really be mad at him for having the determination I lacked?
I’d spent my whole life trying to show initiative. My omega dad drilled that into me—he was determined I’d be independent and strong. His own life was proof of why it was necessary; his husband was a useless drunk. So Dad kept repeating that I should never relax, never depend on anyone, and earn as much money as I possibly could.
After Nico left me, my dad sat me down and said,"See? That’s what happens when you rely on an alpha.Omegas are better off without them. These scumbags always leave."
He didn’t bring up the fact that his own dad—my granddad—left my grandfather for his High Mate and divided the family.
Feeling pressured, I made a series of tough decisions, all aimed at securing financial stability for myself and my parents—starting with surrogacy. But almost every single one only brought me more stress, pain, and disappointment. I was exhausted from thinking for others, paying my parents' bills, helping my brothers, and supporting authors whose books I published for free. I felt like I was dragging a gigantic weight behind me, with no one to share the burden.
Just for a moment—I needed a holiday, a vacation, and… someone competent who would lift the weight of a lonely existence full of never-ending struggles.
And then there was the other thing—the supportive,lovingpart.
I so wanted someone to hold me and say,"Everything will be okay. You don’t have to fight so hard anymore. I love you. I got you."
My dad hated it. He wouldn’t even let me say I missed Nico."You’re stronger without him!"he yelled when he saw me feeling down.
I quoted John Donne back at him,"No man is an island."We’re not meant to be alone. We’re strongest when we work together. But Dad didn’t understand me, he only got angry.
Now, lying in Jan’s arms, all these chaotic thoughts were running through my head. I had two choices: keep fighting, stressing out, and trying to control everything in my life—or maybe just accept that I wasn’t cut out for that. I wasn’t the ‘Type A’ personality my dad wanted me to be. I wasn’t a perfect businessman, and the high-achieving life only brought me stress.
I took a deep breath and told myself:It’s okay not to always be in control. It’s okay to just be myself—a shy homebody. That doesn’t make me a loser; it’s just me, and I’m… still good enough!
Clenching my eyelids shut, I whispered the words, pushing them out as if I were giving birth. It was so damn hard.
"I really value your help, Jan. I appreciate what you did with Ferguson. It feels like a weight’s been lifted off my shoulders."
Wow. It felt so good to say that. And guess what? The worlddidn’tend.
Jan shifted slightly, his hand brushing a strand of hair away from my cheek.
"Some crimes just can’t be left unpunished," he said softly. "I refuse to accept that nothing can be done."
I sighed. "I’ve known that since the day Ferguson walked out of my room and left me there, and my world fell apart. I carried that wound; it was eating me alive. I smoked more, ate less—punishing myself without even realizing it. I’m glad Fate put you in my life because you brought exactly the kind of different energy I needed to move on. Thank you."
