by D. J. Heart
Scott moved forward, leaning his cheek against Derek’s powerful thigh as the alpha pushed his cock into Scott’s mouth.
Even half hard it was big, almost reaching the back of his throat. Scott had to concentrate on not gagging. His mouth felt full and used, Derek’s flavor potent on his tongue. The taste of sweat and pre-cum, combined with the scent of Derek’s crotch and balls, had Scott’s senses in overload. He wanted to bathe in this scent, to roll around and envelop himself in it.
It reminded him of the omega box.
Scott pushed that thought away quickly. It reminded him of his alpha. Derek was here, warm and strong, and he wasn’t alone. It was nothing like the box.
“Good boy,” Derek said, hand landing on Scott’s head and brushing his hair gently. “Such a good cockwarmer for his alpha…”
***
Scott had no clue how long he sat under the desk, but it couldn’t have been long because he wasn’t stiff at all when Derek nudged him with his foot and pulled back.
“We need to stop for a little while. I’ve got a meeting.”
Derek studied him intently. Scott felt drunk and sluggish, and he wanted to be back between Derek’s legs with his alpha’s cock in his mouth. He had felt so good, all floaty and happy, and Derek’s scent and taste were the only things in his mind.
“You really liked that, huh?” Derek asked with a wide smile. Scott nodded, not feeling like talking.
“Good. After my meeting you can warm my cock all the way until lunch. How does that sound?”
“Very good, alpha,” Scott said after a few seconds. Derek grinned wider.
“That’s good. Let’s go find Mike. He can keep you company while I’m busy.”
Scott nodded, getting up and taking Derek’s hand as the alpha led him out of the office to find the other omega.
***
Mike was… boring. There was no other word for it. He had no opinions, no likes or dislikes, nothing. It was like talking to a picture or a Magic Eight Ball.
“So what do you do for fun?” he asked, when it became clear that Mike did not have any hobbies or things he liked to do.
“I don’t know,” Mike shrugged, “I just do what Jacob does.”
“Well, what does he do for fun?” Scott asked, frustrated. He looked around. The office was quiet, and Mike had already showed him around so that all they could do was stand and talk as they waited.
“He likes dirt bike racing, football, going out… a bunch of things.” Mike looked confused by Scott’s questions.
“Well, do you enjoy any of those?” Scott asked. The answer was clearly no, but Mike didn’t seem willing to say it.
“What did you do for fun before you were bonded to him?” Scott asked, leaning against the wall. Mike scrunched his face up, thinking intently.
“I used to like skiing, but Jacob isn’t any good at that.” Mike said it as though that was reason enough to give it up entirely.
“So? Can’t you ski without him?”
Mike looked at him like he’d grown two heads. He shook his head.
“I’m Jacob’s omega. I go where he goes.”
And suddenly Scott was happy that he got Derek and not Jacob. I go where he goes? Really? Scott wondered how he would cope if Derek wanted him to go with him everywhere and refused to do anything he didn’t personally enjoy. Would he rebel more, or would Derek just crush his resistance that much faster?
He wondered what Mike had been like before Jacob got his hands on him.
“So you and Jacob, you’ve been together how long?” he asked.
Mike seemed more than happy to talk about his alpha, face lighting up at the mention of his name. It was creepy.
“Six years. We met when I was seventeen and he was twenty-five. He thought he wasn’t going to bond, but then he met me.” Mike was obviously very proud of this accomplishment.
“That must have been a relief,” he said.
“I guess,” Mike said, smiling.
“What was it like in the beginning for you guys?” Scott asked, curious. Maybe Mike was just a sweet, submissive, and very boring omega. Weirder things had happened.
“What do you mean?”
Scott thought about how to phrase it. “I just mean… Derek and I didn’t really get along the first few days, but now we do. Was it like that for you or did you always just click?”
“I didn’t always know how I should behave back then. But now I do.”
Scott nodded. He didn’t know why he wanted to know, but he was morbidly curious. “Did Jacob have to punish you?”
Mike gave him a strange look, then looked toward Derek’s door as though he wondered when Derek would relieve him of Scott’s curious presence.
“Sorry, that was invasive. You don’t have to answer that,” Scott said, feeling insensitive.
“He didn’t have to punish me,” Mike said. “He had this box, though…”
“An omega box? Derek has one of those. I hate it.”
“Yeah. One of those. But that was years ago. I have a much better attitude now he says.” Mike was quiet for a few seconds, Scott still processing. “I heard Jacob and Derek talking about it on the phone. Jacob said it would make you better for Derek.”
Scott was startled. The fact that Derek had sought advice on how to deal with him made him feel shame and fury in equal measure. Scott didn't know why Mike told him. It didn’t seem like the submissive omega particularly agreed with his alpha that what Scott needed was the omega box.
“Yeah. Better,” Scott said, the memory of the box making him feel cold.
After that Mike and Scott didn't really talk. Mike had nothing to say, and after a while a semi-comfortable quiet settled over them. When Derek finally came to get him, he was honestly relieved.
***
“Are you okay?” Derek asked him when they were back in his office. “You look a little off.”
Scott felt off, but it was mostly just his mood. Still, he didn’t want to tell Derek that. No use getting Mike in trouble.
“I have a little headache,” he lied. Or almost lied. It was true he had a tiny headache.
“Oh,” Derek felt his forehead with a concerned look on his face. Scott felt guilty.
“It’s not a bad headache. I’m fine,” he reassured his alpha. Derek still didn’t look convinced.
“How about I drive you to your parents’ house and let you get some rest,” he asked.
Scott thought about it. On the one hand, losing himself to the scent and taste of Derek’s body as he served as a hole for his alpha had a certain appeal, but on the other hand, he wasn’t feeling particularly good about acting the submissive right now.
He decided to go home to his mom and dad. His mom would be at work, but his dad should be home. If they weren’t, he could just let himself in with his key.
“Okay,” he said, leaning into Derek’s touch. The alpha smiled down at him with a fond look in his eyes. Scott couldn’t help but feel warmed.
“Let me just get my keys.”
***
Derek was in a good mood. Even though Scott had come down with a headache, it had been a good day. He had landed a new account for the firm, his mom hadn’t complained when he turned down her dinner invitation, and Scott’s submissive omega behavior wasn’t showing any signs of abating. The fact that Scott had liked being his cockwarmer was just the icing on the cake.
He picked up Scott promptly at five, the omega looking much better than he had earlier in the day at the office. Derek was relieved.
“How was your day?” Scott asked, putting his hand on the dial for the radio and looking to Derek for permission before turning it on. Derek nodded that it was okay.
“It was good. I missed having you between my legs, though. You were very good for me today.”
Scott blushed, a small smile curving his lip.
“I liked it. Can we do that at home sometime, maybe?”
Derek let himself grin, wide and predatory. Scott’s scent was sw
eet with arousal.
“Sure. Any time you like.” Derek started driving. The sooner they were home, the sooner he could sit on Scott’s face before knotting him good and tight.
Scott nodded, leaning back and closing his eyes, head bobbing along to the music on the radio.
Derek knew that he and Scott had a lot to work out, but Derek was confident that everything would work out for the best.
He would accept nothing less.
Part Six: Feral Alpha
Derek was on the border between sleep and waking. Warm and cozy, he hugged Scott’s body closer, feeling enormously happy.
He had an arm and a leg slung over Scott’s chest and lower body, the boy’s head tucked in under his chin. His cock was hard, and as he breathed in the scent of his omega, he unconsciously started humping his erection into the cleft between the cheeks of Scott’s ass.
It was amazing. Scott smelled sweet and ripe; the scent of slick and arousal drenched the sheets. It mixed with Derek’s own scent, making his bed smell like mate and success. It made the alpha in him purr in satisfied pride.
Scott shifted, turning his face sleepily into the mattress as he tightened his hold on the arm across his chest. Derek recognized the instinctual need of an omega to have his alpha close—of seeking protection—and it only made his cock harder.
Sleepily, Derek kept huffing in the scent of Scott’s hair, the soft locks tickling his nose and upper lip. He was still humping Scott’s ass, hips getting more and more active as the fog of sleep lifted from his brain.
Scott let out a needy little whimper, pushing his ass back into Derek’s raging erection in his sleep.
Fully awake, Derek grinned. Humping Scott’s plump little ass was nice, but Derek wanted more.
Scott let out a discontent grunt as Derek pulled away, rolling the omega over on his stomach and throwing away the covers. Still asleep, Scott frowned at the loss of warmth. He was adorable and sexy, and all his.
Derek sat on his knees over Scott’s body, taking in the sight of him. Ass on display, firm and ripe, he looked like something out of an alpha magazine spread. A fantasy too good to be true. Derek moved down the bed, grabbing Scott’s legs and spreading them apart so that he could lie down between them. The sheets were warm and soft, smooth and silky against his naked chest.
Taking one of Scott’s cheeks in each hand, fingers gripping the smooth flesh, Derek pulled them apart to expose Scott’s beautiful hole. The rim was pale and pink, glistening with slick, and Derek marveled that it could stretch wide enough to take his huge cock and still look like this the next morning.
Omegas were wonderful creatures.
“Derek…” Scott mumbled, waking up. Ignoring him, Derek dove in with his mouth, skipping the niceties to eat his omega’s hole out like he was starving. He could taste the beginnings of Scott’s slick on his tongue. Moaning and whining, thrusting his ass up into Derek’s face and moaning nonsense, Scott came fully awake.
Derek ate him out until his juices were flowing, his writhing so lively that Derek had to pin him to the bed, and he was ready to be fucked and knotted.
“My turn,” Derek growled, lifting up so that he was sitting on his knees, grabbing Scott by the hips and pulling him down on the bed. Scott slid down with a shocked exclamation of surprise, laughing as he landed between Derek’s spread thighs. Derek flipped him over, looking down into his eyes with a cocky smirk. He was looming, Scott looking up at him with his lips curled in a smile, pupils blown wide with arousal.
Derek felt like a god. Like an alpha. Crawling up Scott’s body, all the while maintaining eye contact, Derek straddled Scott's surprisingly wide shoulders, balls dangling over his face.
“Show me what a good boy you are,” Derek teased, sinking down so that his heavy balls landed on Scott’s lips. The feel of Scott’s tongue poking out to lick across his big balls made his cock twitch with pleasure. Wet and a little rough, Scott’s tongue was perfect.
“That’s it, Scott. Now take it into your mouth.”
The tongue lathering his sac with spit pulled away, his balls swinging in free air. The wet skin felt cool, missing the heat of Scott’s mouth. Scott reached up and sucked one full orb into his mouth, parting his lips wide, cheeks bulging. The suction almost hurt, but that was eclipsed by the sheer pleasure of Scott’s hot mouth around the most vulnerable part of his body.
Scott sucked and slurped on Derek’s balls, lips glistening with spit, his enthusiasm letting Derek know that Scott was having every bit as much fun as him.
Derek couldn’t take it anymore. Though what Scott was doing felt amazing, he wanted more... wanted to feel Scott’s mouth on his ass. He pulled his balls up and out of reach. Scott tried to lift his mouth up to catch them, and Derek shifted forward slightly before dropping them down on Scott’s face. His balls came to rest over Scott’s eyes and forehead, his firm cheeks parting to allow Scott’s mouth access to his unbreached sphincter.
“Eat me out,” he commanded aggressively, grinding his ass down on Scott’s face. Scott obeyed, his tongue pushing past his lips to lick and slobber over Derek’s hole. It felt like an electric current from his ass to his cock and all the way down to his balls. It was almost too much, it felt so good. Scott pushed his tongue against Derek’s rim, trying and failing to gain entry, Derek’s cock leaking all over his hand as he furiously jerked himself off.
He was going to knot Scott’s hole eventually, but for now this was everything he wanted.
***
Scott woke up with Derek’s tongue in his hole, swiping over his rim with broad strokes, and the next thing he knew he was on his back, Derek sitting on his face and demanding he lick his balls and eat him out.
Scott had no complaints. The musky, sweaty scent of Derek’s crotch filled his senses, heady and overwhelming, tasting just as good as it smelled.
“That’s it, Scott. Just like that,” Derek growled, pushing his ass down and smothering Scott so that he couldn’t breathe. He kept licking, Derek’s pushy aggressive behavior turning him on. He let go of Derek’s thigh, reaching down to his hard cock and started jerking himself off furiously. He wanted to be fucked—knotted—but he would make do until Derek gave him what he really wanted.
The sound of his and Derek jerking themselves off mixed with the sounds of grunting and moaning, and by the time Derek abruptly stood up and flipped Scott over onto his belly, Scott was just about ready to spill his load.
“You ready?” Derek asked, not waiting for an answer before lining his cock up with Scott’s hole. The alpha was poised over him, one hand on the mattress next to Scott’s head, keeping off Scott’s body, his demanding cock already pushing for entry.
“Yeah,” Scott moaned, but Derek was already pushing inside. It burned—the stretch—but more than that it felt good. Derek filled him up just right, fucking into him hard and fast as he dropped his chest down on Scott’s back, curling an arm around his neck in a possessive hold.
Derek licked and kissed his way down Scott’s neck, but it was his alpha’s teeth on his mating bite that sent Scott over the edge. He shot his load into the mattress beneath him, the small wet spot quickly forgotten as Derek fucked him right through his orgasm.
“You gonna take my load?” Derek growled into his ear, fucking him faster. Scott moaned and whimpered his encouragement, loving it. He wanted Derek to fill him up and make him take his knot.
“Alpha, yes… fill me up,” Scott mewled. Derek sped up at Scott’s words, snarling as though he was enraged and had something to prove. Scott felt a flare of hot satisfaction in his belly. His alpha was strong and virile, fucking him better than any other alpha could ever hope to achieve.
“Mine!” Derek growled, slamming his cock in to the balls and shooting his load. Scott could feel the seed flowing into his body. Hot and warm, filling him, marking him as Derek’s.
The knot expanded quickly in his ass, locking Derek’s cock in place. Derek was breathing heavily, crushing Scott into the bed, but after a few
moments he rolled them over.
Scott let out a sigh of contented relief. He felt amazing, his whole body tired and sore, his hole clamping down on Derek’s knot like his life depended on it.
Derek was still growly and half feral, licking Scott’s neck and huffing into his ear. It was almost as cute as it was hot.
Scott grabbed Derek’s arm, pulling it over his chest and clutching it tight before closing his eyes. He was asleep in seconds.
***
Derek dozed as his knot tied him and Scott together, jerking awake at the sound of his alarm going off at seven a.m.
Getting up for work was much harder than getting up to fuck Scott senseless. He dropped his arm from around Scott’s chest, wondering how the boy managed to sleep through the alarm.
Eyes closed, Scott made a disgruntled face when Derek pulled away, but he didn’t wake up. Derek had to shake him gently, then not so gently, to even get him to open his eyes.
“What?” Scott asked, blinking up at Derek. His hair was mussed, his lips swollen from working Derek’s ass and taint with his tongue. Derek leaned down and kissed him, tasting himself. It was a little gross, but he didn’t mind.
“I need to go to work. Do you want to come with me today? Maybe spend some time under my desk…?”
Scott looked confused for all of ten seconds, then he blushed redder than a tomato.
“I was…can I… do you mind if—”
Derek cut him off. “You don’t have to. Did you have something you wanted to do today?”
Derek would like having Scott with him at work—the feel of him under his desk, waiting between Derek’s thighs as he warmed his cock was heaven—but Derek knew that it wasn’t something Scott could do every day. It wasn’t something he would want to do every day. He’d just hoped Scott would want to on this day.
“It’s just… I haven’t seen my friends Jackson and Ellie in a while. I wanted to visit them and let them know that I’m okay.” Scott looked up at him with hopeful eyes. There was nothing demanding in his tone—no sense of entitlement—he was just asking his alpha for permission. Like a good omega.