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It was then that you noticed a little note written on paper lying on the pillow. It was folded in half, and on the outside the words, “OPEN ME!” were scrawled. You opened the note as instructed and read what was inside:

If you find this before I come back, I promise I didn’t leave. I wake up earlier than you, I suppose, and I’m told that I’m not a pleasant person to be around without coffee, so I figured I should not subject you to that. There’s a very good local coffee spot around town. I will pick something up for you, too. Not sure if you even like coffee, or what your order would be if you do, but if you don’t like it, I promise I will make it up to you later. — Jack

The angry feeling ebbed, and you felt remorseful for making such a hasty judgment. He was getting coffee for you after all; it was a sweet offering for someone who was just a fling.

Placated for now, you stretched your arms far above your head and sat on the edge of the mattress, letting your legs hang over the edge. The sweat from the exertion last night had you feeling more clammy than you were comfortable with. The shower called your name. Shaky steps led you to the cold tile of the bathroom, and you flicked on the light and turned the shower handle to get a head start on warming the water. You turned on your morning playlist on your phone, and once the temperature was how you liked it, you breathed a deep sigh as you stepped into the stream and let the warmth partially ease you from your grogginess.

When you were nearly finished shampooing your hair, you heard a muffled thud that must have been the hotel room door. You turned off the music. Footsteps came closer to the bathroom door, and there was a hesitation before you heard a knock. You pushed back the curtain just enough to see the door slightly ajar. Jack tried to say something behind it, but whatever he tried to tell you, you couldn’t make out over the sound of the water.

“What?” you yelled, sticking your head outside the shower. He tried to say something again, but it was still incomprehensible.

“Just come in here! I can’t hear you, and it’s not like you haven’t seen me naked.”

Jack walked into the bathroom, two coffees in hand, saying, “Mornin’, I got a coffee for you. It’s an iced French vanilla frappé-something-or-other. I dunno. It was on the specials board and looked decent.”

“Morning. It sounds good. Do you mind bringing it over so I can have a sip?”

He did, and you parted the curtain enough to stick your head out and take a sip from the straw. The coffee wasn’t just good; it was damn good, and your eyebrows shot up in surprise.

“Wow, that is great,” you exclaimed. “Thank you. You’re a lifesaver.”

You got a better look at Jack up closer, and he still wore the same clothes from yesterday, just more wrinkled this time around. It seemed he made himself just presentable enough to make the short trip to the cafe and back, because his hair was still mussed in a way you found charming. His eyes, though— they were fixed on your face once it had emerged from the shower, but they soon followed the beads of water that trailed from your neck down to your bare collarbone and breasts.

You picked up on his wandering gaze and smirked. “A little distracted, are you?”

“A little hard not to be,” he said. He hadn’t looked away, and you certainly didn’t mind.

“Want a closer look?” you asked.

Jack’s face lit up at the question. After a giddy smile, he reached back to grasp his collar and draw it over his head.

You drew back into the humid air of the shower and awaited his entrance. You heard some thuds and movement from Jack as he stripped himself of his clothing. Finally, it was his turn to look behind the curtain, and he drew it back and stepped in with you. He not-so-subtly left a wrapped condom on a ledge built within the wall, and your heart did a little leap of excitement.

Turning around to face him, you finally had time to appreciate every inch of his form. You had seen him topless with his pants undone, but seeing him fully nude was new to you. Sure, you saw him close to this state last night, but you hadn’t had much time to admire him, as you were far too busy feeling him up rather than observing.

There was that familiar hair you had felt on his chest and stomach and (thank God) that happy trail you loved. But now, in the light of the shower, you could see new things to appreciate. Fine light scars that were long but too shallow to feel with your hands became evident in the new light, and stretched from the center of his stomach down to his hip. You found new freckles that scattered across his chest and shoulders, just like the ones on his nose and cheeks. You followed the line of the scars and intended to get a good view of the sight between his legs, but you got distracted by a small black mark on his upper thigh. It looked like a tattoo, perhaps? What it was supposed to be a tattoo of, well, that was a mystery, and curiosity was getting the better of you.

“What is that?” you asked, pointing at the mark.

Jack, up until this point, seemed pretty pleased with himself that you were admiring him, but when you asked about the tattoo, he shrank away slightly and covered it with his hand. “It’s nothing,” he blurted out. “I wouldn’t—”

“I’m not making fun of you,” you said, reaching out to touch his arm to try to move it. “I’m just curious, is all.”

Jack closed his eyes and lifted his hand off of the mark. He seemed to brace himself for what he said next. “It’s a stick and poke I did on myself when I was 16,” he explained, cringing at the words that came out of his mouth. “It’s supposed to be a gun. I poked it too deep, and it’s upside down because I had no idea what I was doing… I thought it was really badass back then.” He opened his eyes again to look at you and gauge your reaction.

Now that you knew, you could see the upside-down gun. Parts of the shaky lines had blown out so that it was difficult to make out, and the ink had faded some since it was initially done. It was bad; your first instinct was to giggle at it, but you knew Jack was self-conscious enough that you choked it back for his sake. Instead, you got down on your knees— a gesture that made him take in a sharp breath— and left a gentle kiss on the misshapen gun. His muscles seemed to loosen under the tender purse of your lips.

“There,” you said, looking back up at him. “That make you feel better?”

He put his hand on your cheek, and moved his fingers to the wet hair clinging close to your temple, pushing it behind your ear. “Yeah.”

You continued your discovery of his body, and you swore you could feel him shudder when you peppered more kisses going up his hip, until you reached the bottom of his scars. Pausing, you reached out and traced the line with your fingertips. Jack stood still, like a statue.

“And this one?” you asked innocently.

“Bear huntin’ by myself,” he said, far more confident in his delivery this time. “Another young, hormone-fueled bright idea of mine.”

That fact took you aback, but you didn’t let it show. “I’m sure you were very brave,” you cooed against his wet skin. A slight smile curled at the corner of his lip in response, and he dug his fingers deeper into your hair.

You continued to follow the lines with your lips, leaving kisses and small nips in your wake. Towards the end of them, closer to his ribs, you ended the teasing by tracing your tongue along his skin. Your efforts pulled a very quiet hiss from between his lips.

You needed more. That’s why you were here, wasn’t it? Isn’t that why he stayed as well?

So you followed every mark, every divot, any perceived imperfection all the way up his ribs, past his chest, until you had journeyed to the side of his neck. You pushed his mousy brown hair out of the way and bit down on the spot where it had collected in a soggy pile in the groove of his shoulder, and he moaned much more audibly. His cock throbbed, and you began to feel it grow against the lower part of your stomach.

As you nipped and suckled at the side of his neck, he panted and continued to make those little noises you couldn’t get enough of. Jack started to explore you as well, as his hand fell from your cheek to the small of your back. His free hand joined the other, but slid upward to pull you closer into him. The lower hand moved downward again, and Jack took the opportunity to grab a handful of your ass, making sure to brush his fingers past your pussy as he did so.

You jumped back at the sudden contact, and he took the opportunity to spin you around and press you to the cold shower wall. You slipped on the floor, but Jack made sure to catch you and right you once again. The tile was so cold that it drove the breath from your lungs.

Jack kissed your shoulder as well, and left a trail of his own up until he pinned your earlobe between his teeth. You moaned in turn, your pussy feeling very empty and neglected since his fingers had brushed past it. A hand moved from your back and grasped a handful of one of your tits, and he rolled a thumb over the nipple at the peak.

“You’re somethin’ else, sweetheart, you know that?” he whispered before returning to giving your neck all his attention. Your chest fluttered, and the odd feeling came back, but only just for a second.

By this point, he was fully hard and stuck up against both of your stomachs, and every push and pull of your bodies against one another smeared precum between the two of you that washed away in the water. He looked at you, searching your eyes for an answer to his silent question.

“I want you,” you said.

He reached up and grabbed the condom, tearing the top of it off between his teeth before spitting it onto the bottom of the shower floor. You grabbed it from him, and before he could protest, you plucked it from the packaging and rolled it onto his hard length, making sure to take your time. He dropped his head onto your shoulder and held onto your hip tightly while you worked. When you pushed it up to the hilt, you guided him forward so that his dick brushed past your clit and entrance without entering you. The lubrication from the condom, the water of the shower, and the thick arousal leaking from you allowed him to slip between that apex of your thighs with no friction. It was delicious.

You braced against him, gasping, and he bit down on you slightly where his mouth rested to muffle a deep groan. Jack pulled back and thrust again, and you dug your nails into his back and moaned louder when his cock rubbed against your clit again in just the right way.

This continued for a time, as you both allowed this tentative exploration of one another. Something about this felt amazing and different. The other experiences you had with him were much less intimate. It wasn’t that you didn’t like him taking you from the back or riding his face— on the contrary, you loved it— but it was the way you were confined in such a small space, holding each other close while you enjoyed one another that felt wonderful. The feeling it gave you didn’t come remotely close to anything like love. You were simply someone who needed comfort in a very specific way, and he was the person more than happy to provide. It just worked, like two lonely puzzle pieces that fit together.

There came a point where it all became too much for both of you, and Jack’s thrusts became more frenzied as his desperation increased.

“Please, can I—”

“I was never stopping you,” you said, your voice tinged with lust. You wrapped one leg around his back, allowing him access, and he took it without much thought.

He pulled back a bit to see if you were positioned stably, and looked in your eyes as he split you open with his dick, taking his time and allowing you to acclimate to every inch of him. You gasped, and he returned his hand to your cheek, rubbing his thumb along your bottom lip. He pulled out very slowly and pushed back in, and the noise you made was obscene.

Jack pulled himself into the crook of your neck again, bringing his thrusts up to a good speed. Your nails dug into his back again, and they sunk in even more when he hit a spot within you just right; it must have hurt, but his cock only throbbed heartily inside of you, and he bit down on your shoulder with some strength. Your pussy clenched around him, despite the rush of pain. Another surprise.

Was there any end to the self-discoveries with this guy?

The two of you only became more and more wrapped in one another as you both moved in a desperate attempt to reach that glorious end. You may as well have been animals with the way you clawed, bit, and snarled. Your peak was coming, and you tensed in anticipation.

Jack’s jerkier movements clued that he was not far behind. He thrust into you once, twice, and on the third, he keened loudly and held the back of your head as he spilled himself into the condom he wore. It was too dangerous, but you wished that he could have just done it into you instead so you could feel the thrill of his cum leaking out of you again.

Simply the thought of that combined with Jack’s orgasm sent you over the edge, and you clung desperately to him, moaning his name in his ear.

You both held one another like this while you recovered from being cum drunk. He supported you from simply slumping down onto the shower floor like a rag doll. Your legs felt like jelly, and you played with his long hair while you waited for the world to come clearly back into view.

When you looked down, you were distracted by the water turning a bit pink as it flowed into the drain.

“Wait,” you said. “Turn around for me.”

He lifted his head off you for good, and his cock slipped out of you. When he turned, you were shocked to discover that the clawing at his back had indeed broken skin. Multiple scratches from his shoulders to his sides looked raised and very angry, and the blood that came from them beaded rapidly.

“Oh God, I’m so, so sorry,” you said.

“What is it?”

“I clawed the absolute shit out of you, and you’re bleeding. I am so sorry—”

Jack reached around and touched his back. He laughed once he saw the blood smeared on his palm. “Well, how ‘bout that.”

“It doesn’t hurt?” you questioned.

“Well, yeah,” he said. His chest swelled with pride. “But that just means I did a good job.” When he turned around to face you, he noticed the worried expression you carried. You refused to look at him in shame, but he used a finger to push up your chin to have your eyes meet again.

“Look, I liked it a lot. And now the back of me matches the front,” he explained, gesturing to the scars from the bear. “I doubt what you did would stay on me forever, but if it did, at least those scars would have a better story than that gun…”

You shook your head at him in disbelief. “And you say I’m something else.” It felt better knowing he was proud of his new marks. Maybe too proud, perhaps.

“Ain’t takin’ that back, either.” He paused to feel the water with the back of his hand. “Water’s gettin’ cold, do you wanna finish up and get out?”

You nodded in response.

So you did. He washed himself as well, making sure to take off the used condom and chuck it into the trash nearby. When you were both done, you stepped out and reached for your abandoned coffee. The ice had melted and watered down the drink somewhat, but it was still satisfying, and Jack gulped down the rest of his as well. His drink was hot rather than cold, like yours, so you couldn’t see what he had.

“What did you get, anyway?”

“Just a black coffee,” he replied in between drinks.

“I should have figured you were a black coffee kind of guy.”

“My whole family used to drink it, and I think they would have passed out if I had anything else. Ma still drinks it, too.”

Used to, you thought. There was that again. It was his Dad that had passed, wasn’t it? But his Mom was still around… It’s probably a good idea not to bring that up.

Jack checked his phone and sighed disappointedly. “It’s eleven o’clock.”

“Do you have to be somewhere?”

“Yeah.. I promised my Ma I would be back by now. I have to help her with some things on the farm, probably the cows again…” he trailed off, but he lit up again suddenly. “Hey, if I go home, do what I need to do, get changed and shower again, do you want me to show you around Blackwater some while you’re still in town? There’s neat historical places all around this hotel, just a few blocks away, if you’re into that.”

He was a farmer and a rancher. It figured.

“Sure!" you replied. “How much time did you need?”

“Give me three hours, maybe?”

“I can do that.” You looked at him again, digesting all this new information about him. “So, a cowboy, huh? I’m sorry that you just got clean, just to go back to farming again.”

“Yep. And don’t worry about it; that’s my life. It’s not like I was goin’ into the shower because I wanted to get clean, anyway. I had higher priorities.” He started towards the door, slipped his shoes back on, and you followed with a towel wrapped around you.

"I hope you can tell me about it when you come back.”

“Sure,” he said. He adjusted that old hat on his head once again, and tipped it in your direction. “I’ll text when I leave.”

“I don’t have your number, remember?”

Jack pulled out his phone, pulled up his contacts, and handed it to you so you could fill it out. You did the same.

“See you,” you said.

a/n: I hc when an afab Alpha has a knot, their cunt tightens to lock their omega inside them. that's what's happening here. enjoy xoxo

"C'mon gorgeous, you're okay. You're here with me, aren't you?"

Grace mewls and cants his hips beneath you but doesn't verbally respond. You squeeze your thighs around him just tight enough to bring him back into the moment. He's hazy and fuck-drunk right now, in the midst of his heat and totally fluff-brained. All he can think about is being taken care of by his Alpha.

It's your honour to do so. He puts so much trust in you when he's like this. You'd never break it.

His cock lets out another warm squirt of come deep into your cunt and you smile down at him. He's already orgasmed twice and seems to show no sign of stopping, spent dick still as hard as it was when you found him humping his pillow this morning.

Silly little thing. He knows he can always come to you to help him out with this. Just he sometimes gets so caught up in his urges he forgets to use his words. All he can think about at this time of the month is putting a baby in you, it's so cute that you just can't stand it.

"You wanna come again properly, Omega?"

"Fudge… ah, y-yes," he whines, powerless against the sweet but ever-so-slightly condescending way you use that term.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes please, Alpha..."

His cock kicks as he forces the words out. You continue to ride him, rolling your body slowly against his, enjoying every moment of his neediness. He paws at you with weak hands and you graciously thread your fingers through his, your knuckles squeezing together as he tries to hang on for dear life.

"Gonna breed you, Ry. We're gonna have a kid together. Gonna let you put your little Omega baby inside me, get all round and heavy with it. Would you like that? Showing the other Omegas you did such a good job pleasing your Alpha?"

The noise Ryland makes is downright pornographic and he floods your cunt properly this time, cock spurting out load after load. It's enough to set you off, too. You feel yourself begin to knot him, cunt squeezing tight and locking him in place, making sure none of his spend has even a chance of leaking out.

He seems finished for the moment. You feel him finally soften inside you, but your knot doesn't let him slip free. Instead you just lean down so you can bring him into your embrace as the two of you are locked together in that most intimate of ways. You pepper his face with kisses.

"You okay, Ry?"

He groans.

"Use your words, baby. I need to hear it."

"I'm okay. That was… wow. Geez.”

"Was that too much?"

"That was perfect," he whispers as he finds the energy to drag his arms around you. You nuzzle your face into his scent gland, that place in his neck where you can mark him as yours and only yours. "I love you. Thank you for taking care of me..."

You capture his lips in a sweet, slow kiss.

"Love you too, Ry."

He sighs, content, and without even thinking about it, his hands come to rest on the sides of your stomach. Like he's willing you to be pregnany even though he's just come.

"A baby... our baby..." he whispers, in rapturous awe. His cock begins to perk up again. Oh, it's gonna be a long night...