Bound to the Alpha

by D. J. Heart

  “Thanks,” he said, taking the slice and taking a tentative bite. He moaned, the sound going straight to Derek’s knot, and started stuffing the food into his mouth. Derek stilled, watching as Scott’s cheeks bulged, the omega stuffing his face like a hamster. It was gross, fascinating, and adorable.

  Derek wanted to tell him to slow down—to make a joke and laugh with him—but he stayed silent, lifting his own slice to his lips and starting to eat.

  When they were done, Scott licked his fingers in a guileless way that had Derek itching to shove his fingers—or his cock—into the omega’s wet mouth. It was obscene. Derek wiped his own fingers on a napkin, lifting his arm and placing it around Scott’s shoulders. Scott went still, fingers slipping out of his mouth as Derek leaned down and kissed his neck. Getting no objection, Derek reached down with the hand slung over Scott's chest to tweak a nipple and roll it between his thumb and forefinger. Scott shuddered, face turning into Derek‘s body with a whine. Still shirtless, sweat dried on his skin, Derek could feel Scott’s nose in the crook of his arm. It tickled, as something hot and pleasing curling low in his stomach at the thought of his omega burrowing in under his arm. Of his omega finding shelter in his body.

  “You going to be a good boy for me, Scott? Going to take my knot and squeeze it tight with your hot little ass?”

  Scott moaned, his lips on Derek’s skin electric, which sent sparks shooting down his spine and into his cock. Horny, powerful, and strong, Derek felt on top of the world as Scott’s lips parted to let his tongue slip out, tasting the sweat on Derek’s skin.

  “You like that? Like tasting me? You want to taste my cock, Scott? Want to swallow it down your dirty little throat before I knot your hole?”

  Scott pulled away with a gasp, still held tight by Derek’s arm over his chest.

  “I need to call my parents.”

  Still a little annoyed that Scott had pulled away, it took Derek a few seconds to process the total shift in gears. “What?”

  “I need to call my parents. They’re probably worried about me.”

  ***

  Derek stood by the phone as Scott talked to his mom and dad, listening to him assure them that he was okay and that he and Derek would be over as soon as their bonding period was up. He didn’t complain about the collar or Derek’s views on omegas, but that might just have been because Derek was hovering behind him, listening to every word.

  “Are you in the mood to have sex now?” Derek asked when Scott hung up the phone, looming over the omega, the bulge in his pants pushing into his stomach. Scott looked up at him, pupils wide and dilated, biting his lips.

  “Not right now,” he said, looking right at Derek’s huge cock bulging out of his sweats. He quickly looked to the side, trying to step back, the wall blocking him. Derek took a step forward, pressing the length of his erection against Scott’s abs, separated only by two layers of cotton.

  “We just bonded, Scott. Our bodies are telling us to fuck. Your body is telling you to fuck. Do you really think you can keep this up?”

  Scott didn’t answer, looking at the floor.

  “When you’re ready to take my knot, to stop this stupidity, let me know. I won’t punish you or make you wait, Scott. I’ll be a good alpha and give it to you hard, just the way your body needs.” Derek leaned down, speaking into Scott’s ear, hands slipping down the omega’s back and inside his pants. His fingers slid down the cleft between Scott’s cheeks, coming to rest over his twitching hole. It was wet, leaking slick, desperate for Derek’s knot. Breathing in, Scott tense in his arms, Derek withdrew his hand and stepped away.

  “If you don’t want to fuck I’m going to get some work done. There are books in the office and living room that you’re welcome to read, but I don’t want you on the phone, computer, or watching TV.”

  With that Derek stepped away, balls tender and full to bursting with unspent seed, wondering just how long he would be able to wait.

  ***

  Scott was surprised when Derek didn’t push for sex again. He slunk around the house, looking through the bookshelves in the living room for something to read; settling on an old thriller he’d seen his dad reading on the beach the year before on their family vacation. It was an interesting book, but Scott couldn’t focus properly. The aching emptiness in his ass was getting more and more unbearable.

  Derek sat in his office, shirtless and muscular, working on his computer with a bulge the size of a baseball bat tenting his pants. When Scott walked nervously into the office, looking over the books on the shelves, Derek ignored him. He didn’t like it; his instincts were screaming at him that his alpha should only be paying attention to him.

  He was on the couch, reading the same passage for the third time, when Derek appeared in the doorway.

  “It’s time for bed.” Derek waited for him to get up, placing a hand on his lower back and leading him toward the bedroom. Walking next to him, Derek’s smell was overwhelming and intense. Scott wanted to push his nose into the alpha’s body, wanted to find where the smell was strongest and just stay there, but he shied away from those thoughts. Just because Derek was letting him get an education didn’t mean he wasn’t still a total asshole. Scott needed to remember that, no matter how good Derek smelled or looked or felt.

  But Derek didn’t make a move. They brushed their teeth, Derek herding him into the bed and lying down behind him. The muscular alpha pulled him into his warm body, draping an arm over his chest, lying his head down on the pillow before closing his eyes.

  Scott waited for something to happen—for the cock pressed up against his back to move lower, or for Derek’s mouth to land on his neck—but nothing did.

  There was no way Scott would be able to sleep. His hole was throbbing, the rim of his ass twitching as slick leaked out to soak the sheets around him, and the collar around his neck itched. There was no way Derek couldn’t smell the slick, the scent cloying and intense, but he didn’t make a move, despite the fact that his cock was hugely hard and leaking copious amounts of its own fluid.

  Scott almost wished Derek would break his word and fuck him, just so that he wouldn’t have to ask for his alpha’s fat knot.

  “Derek?” he finally said, the throbbing need making him feel empty. It hurt; the absence of Derek’s cock was a tangible thing.

  “Yes?” Derek’s voice was hoarse, tight.

  “I just… I need…” Scott didn't want to say it. Didn’t want to give in, but his body was making that impossible. “I need you to fuck me.”

  Derek pounced, wasting no time and pushing him down on his stomach, planting himself between his thighs and spreading his legs wide. He aimed the head of his huge cock at Scott’s gaping hole, pushing in with one impatient thrust.

  It burned; the pain was the most exquisite pleasure Scott had ever felt, like putting out a fire and starting a bigger one. Derek grabbed his hips, pulling out before slamming back into Scott’s hole with a grunt. He set up a punishing rhythm, sweat dripping down on Scott’s body as he plowed him with his dick.

  “Fucking take it! Take my fucking cock, Scott! I knew you needed it, knew you were being a stubborn little bitch. But your body knows. Knows who your alpha is. Knows what. It. Fucking. Needs!” Derek slammed home, spilling his load deep in Scott’s ass, knot inflating and locking his cock in place.

  It felt amazing.

  “You want to come, Scott? Want to shoot a little omega load all over my sheets?”

  Derek reached under him, finding his rock hard cock and palming it. The dual sensations of being filled to the brim—more and more come filling him up as his inner muscles milked Derek’s cock of come—and having his dick jerked in Derek’s fist was almost too much. With a strangled yell he came, shooting his seed into Derek’s hand.

  “Here you go, Scott. Taste yourself.” Derek lifted his big fingers to Scott’s mouth, pushing them past his lips and wiping them off on his tongue. Scott had tasted himself before out of curiosity and not been particularly impressed
, but eating his come off Derek’s fingers was a different experience entirely. Derek’s fingers were thick and long, and had a salty taste all of their own. Scott lapped at the invasive digits, hollowing his cheeks and sucking them clean.

  “The mouth on you,” Derek whispered, wrapping him up and spinning them so that they were spooning, the alpha’s fingers still resting in his mouth.

  Filled to bursting with Derek’s knot, sucking sleepily on his fingers, Scott was exhausted and drained. That Derek was letting him go to college was a huge weight off his shoulders, but the rest of Derek’s alpha supremacist bullshit was still a heavy load.

  But he was too tired to worry.

  As Derek slipped his fingers from his mouth, wiping them on the sheets next to them before tucking his arm around his chest, pulling him in, and tucking him under his chin, Scott fell asleep.

  Part Three: Feral Omega

  Derek came back to himself with a groan. Buried balls-deep in Scott’s ass, muscular arms wrapped around the younger man like a vise, Derek felt like he had been run over by a truck and then gone two rounds with a prize fighter. His knot throbbed, and though it felt amazing, the fact that he couldn’t remember the past two hours at all was disturbing to say the least.

  Scott seemed fine, sleeping peacefully in his arms with his head resting on Derek’s bicep, and Derek let out a sigh of relief. The last thing he remembered was Scott finally giving in to his heat, coming to him with a dripping hole, a hard cock, and a grimace like he was doing Derek a huge favor. Derek had pinned him to the bed, rutting into him with his big cock and pounding his hole for all he was worth. Then… nothing.

  While Scott seemed just as out of it while they fucked as Derek—all frenzied instinct and animal rutting—he still refused to give in and admit that they were bound together. That defying your instincts and delaying sex for as long as possible—delaying bonding sex—was just monumentally stupid. At this rate the bond would take weeks to settle, and when it did they risked all kinds of problems.

  But no matter how Derek phrased it, no matter how rationally he laid out his argument, Scott dunked his head in the sand and refused to listen. It was driving Derek crazy. Other than saying no to sex, Scott was toeing the line, never disobeying Derek or saying anything disrespectful. It felt like the young omega was making a mockery of him, and Derek didn’t have a clue what to do.

  Scott shifted in his sleep, breathing even and relaxed. He looked happy and well sated, but Derek knew the minute he woke up he would be angry and sullen, going off to be by himself unless Derek specifically ordered him not to.

  Derek shifted his hips, pulling at his knot to see how much further it would have to go down before he could pull out of Scott’s ass. Not very much, it would seem, judging from the come and slick leaking past his cock to moisten the space between Scott’s thighs. The fact that he was almost ready to pull out meant that he’d been feral for a good fifty minutes. An alpha could be forgiven for going feral in the moment of climax, but beyond that it was considered pathological. Weak. Derek needed help. The risk that next time his feral state would last beyond the time it took his knot to go down was too great, and Derek shuddered to think what would happen if Scott woke up and found him like that. Or what he could do to Scott if the omega persisted in acting sullen and ungrateful.

  Cock slipping out of Scott’s welcoming hole, glistening and wet, Derek released the omega from his arms and let him roll gently onto his stomach. With a disgruntled little sound, Scott allowed himself to be moved and buried his nose in the pillow. No matter how annoying Scott was when he was awake, sleeping he was adorable.

  Going to the bathroom for a washcloth, Derek wiped off his cock and balls before sinking down into the space between Scott’s legs and cleaning his firm thighs and gaping ass. The worn-out rim of Scott’s hole was an angry red, swollen and puffy, refusing to close all the way and still leaking Derek’s come. Worries about going feral and Scott’s impossible behavior faded away at the beautiful sight. Derek couldn’t resist pushing his chest down into the mattress between Scott’s legs, lowering his face to the boy’s ass and inhaling the scent of slick, omega, and his own seed. He grabbed Scott’s rounded cheeks and pulled them apart, leaning down to lick over the gaping opening. Scott shuddered but didn’t wake up, a small mewling sound escaping his lips and going straight to Derek’s cock.

  Derek didn’t know how much time he spent eating out Scott’s hole, but by the time he wrenched himself away his lips were puffy and his tongue was sore. Scott’s cock was hard and leaking pre-cum, but his breathing was deep and even and his eyes closed in sleep.

  Knowing that something had to change, Derek headed into his office to do some research.

  ***

  Derek was wary of confessing—even online—that he’d gone into a feral state for almost an hour, no matter the fact that he was using a fake name and would be deleting his browser history the moment he was done. But there was no helping it. Derek needed a solution to his problems with Scott, and if the internet didn’t pan out he would have to go see a doctor.

  A conservative doctor, of course. One who specialized in omega training.

  The first ten responses to Derek’s post were all variations of man up and fuck him. None of them seemed to find it relevant that Scott was actively saying no, and so Derek kindly explained that he didn’t want to force Scott. He wanted to know how to get him to say yes.

  None of the alphas on the forum had any real solutions, mocking Derek for being a pussy, and Derek was close to giving up on the web as a lost cause when he stumbled over a link on How to Tame Your Omega. Clicking the link, Derek expected something seedy and cruel, which he was coming to realize was the default on these forums. To his surprise, what the article suggested didn’t seem seedy at all. His sister definitely wouldn’t approve, and his parents would have a fit if they knew he wanted to try it, but Derek felt comfortable that what the article suggested wasn’t needlessly cruel. It was necessary, even.

  The article suggested using the omega’s heat against him, leaving him hanging until he’d be willing to do anything for his alpha’s cock. It was basically the same tactic Scott had been trying with Derek, but Scott didn’t have the option of buying heat suppressors to aid him. Once Scott was appropriately worked up, Derek would give in and give him what he needed.

  His knot.

  Scott would come to realize that if he tried to use withholding sex as a weapon in their relationship, then Derek would retaliate with more of the same. If simply withholding sex didn’t do it, Derek would do as the article suggested and move on to using an omega box. The box could be bought at any omega supply store and was made of simple wood lined with padded leather. An alpha would lower his omega into the box, lining the walls around the omega to be trained with laundry and sheets that smelled like the alpha. Surrounded in the tight little box with his alpha’s scents bombarding his senses, the omega would slip into a feral state where his instincts to please his alpha would be brought to the surface.

  With enough time in the omega box, Scott’s instincts could be brought closer to the surface permanently. It was a last resort option, but Derek didn’t know what else he could do. Scott’s instincts were his own, and Derek didn’t see what harm it brought the boy to get more in touch with them.

  It would help him, even.

  Feeling happy that he finally had a plan, Derek called his doctor, and after explaining what he wanted, had a prescription waiting for him at the pharmacy. If he left right away he should have everything he needed before Scott woke up.

  He got going.

  ***

  Scott rolled up the sleeves of the over-sized sweatshirt Derek had given him, glancing up to make sure the alpha wasn’t looking before lifting the collar up over his nose and inhaling its scent.

  It was frustrating and annoying how good the musky aroma of alpha and mate made him feel. Like everything was right in the world, as long as that scent danced in his nose.

  Like an
addict, Scott just couldn’t help seeking Derek out. Even now, when Derek was being a jerk and refusing to acknowledge him, Scott still wanted to be close to him. Wanted to sit at his feet and make him happy.

  It was disgusting.

  “What are you doing?” he asked, aiming for casual. They were in Derek’s office, Scott having grown bored of watching TV by himself and sought Derek out. He was feeling horny, again, and he knew that Derek must be feeling the same. It had been almost five hours since they’d fucked and Scott was getting antsy.

  Usually Derek would have sought him out by the third hour without sex and started nagging him for another round. Then by hour number four Scott would be feeling the pull of the bond strongly enough to give in. Without Derek’s badgering, however, he’d made it almost five hours without giving in to his body’s demands, but now he was unsure of how to proceed. He’d never had to ask Derek for sex before. Derek shouldn’t need asking.

  “Working. There’s been a problem with one of the accounts I manage. Are you feeling hungry?” Derek looked up from his computer, his face relaxed as he leaned back comfortably in his chair. Scott tried to get a look at his crotch, just to see if his cock was as hard as Scott’s, but he couldn’t manage it without being too obvious.

  “No, I’m…” Scott stalled, not sure how to say I want you to bend me over your desk and fuck me silly and still maintain the illusion that having sex with Derek was him somehow doing the alpha a favor. If he asked, it would be admitting that he needed it just as bad as Derek, and he wasn’t ready to give up his leverage that easily. “No, I was just wondering what you were doing in here, that’s all. Will you be done soon?”