"I'm not a princess!"

      “ it’ll help soothe it, princess. it’s only going to get stronger, and you’re going to need the feeling of being knotted to stop you crawling out of your own skin. it’ll help, baby. i promise, it’ll help, ” he really means what he’s saying, despite the circumstances with which they’re being said. he’s claimed this omega in his mind, and his inner alpha is determined to make the union official so that he can care for him and protect him. the very idea of anyone else doing this makes him growl loud against nathan’s nape. “ do you know any other alpha’s? do you get slick like this for any of them? because you’re so wet for me, baby. feel how wet you are? ” he’s smirking now, feeling the way nate’s thighs spread for him instinctively. his hand is by his heat a moment later, and he’s pressing two digits deep inside. he’s so wet and ready that they slip inside with ease, and there’s a groan from him at how good his baby feels hugging around them. 

      “ you really don’t know, huh? ” he ponders the possibility for a moment, surprise evident in his tone despite how gruff and low it remains; dominant alpha. “ you’re in heat, darlin’. my little omega. that stuff you can feel between your thighs? that’s your body preparing you to have me inside your pretty little hole. it’s your body begging for it, craving and needing it. you need to be knotted, baby. and i’m gonna give it to you, ” he has the younger’s belly pressed up against the car, and his free hand is moving to unfasten his pants, making quick work of tugging them down and revealing the slick soaked underwear beneath. “ fuck– you really want this, don’t you princess? ” he chuckles darkly, because that’s what the alpha in him is telling him. it’s telling him that this sort of response to his presence is begging to be filled by him. it’s the only thing that makes sense in his pheromone addled mind. 

      gabriel can smell it. the moment he touches him, the scent of slick comes pouring into the air, so thick and overwhelming that he feels light headed from it, and from his desire. he needs to be buried inside of him, and he needs it right fucking now. “ don’t want anyone else. just you, baby boy. want to mate you, mark you, make you mine. you’ll smell of me and only me once i’m done with you, ” he promises it like it’s a gift, and for any willing omega it truly would be an honour to bear their alpha’s scent and wear it proud. the promise of nathan’s virginity is some other level of arousing that has his cock straining against the fly of his jeans, and he isn’t wasting another moment before climbing out of the car and rushing around to nate’s side, tugging the passenger side door open and listening it to it click as the childlock gives in to him. he’s gripping the younger by the nape then, tugging and dragging him from the car just to press him against it.  

      it’s taken him this long to realise what’s happening here. it’s when nate moves to unbuckle his seat belt and attempts to escape that gabriel finally catches a whiff of his scent, and suddenly his human side is catching up with that of his predatory instincts. never before in his life has he forced himself on anyone, not even an omega in heat, which appears to be what’s happening here. he doesn’t quite understand why the need has been so heightened with nathan, especially when, by the smell of things, he’s only just coming into heat. he can’t even smell any slick yet. but for some reason, even as his human half figures out why he’s doing what he’s doing, his animal counterpart is taking over once again entirely and blocking out any part of him that would question if this is right ( it isn’t ). “ shh, princess – i know you want this too. it’s okay, you don’t have to pretend, ” he breathes, reaching over toward him and grazing his fingers over nate’s skin. “ i know your body aches for me. aches for me to knot inside of you – breed you like a good little bitch of an omega. and i will, darlin’. i’ll take such good care of you. ”

      he barely pays attention to the fact he’s driven past the younger’s home, so lost in his thoughts of where and how and when that it takes nate speaking to pull him back into the here and now. “ don’t you trust me, nathan? ” he questions, voice low. he shouldn’t be trusted, yet his words drip with the way he still expects to be, as though he’s the most trustworthy man nate could have gotten into the car with, and that he knows what’s best for him. that’s what he truly thinks, the latter part at least. it’s deluded and fucked up, but his feelings toward nate go beyond just a crush. he wants to protect him from all others, wants to keep him, and he wants to claim him. he’s going about it in all the wrong ways, and it’s a testament to the state of his mental health and just how twisted he is that he thinks forcing himself on him will do the trick. but deep down, he believes nate will grow to enjoy it. to want it. that he’ll understand gabriel’s motivations entirely. “ you’re safe with me, ” he hasn’t looked at him since he got in the car, and he doesn’t now as he moves to park beside the road, away from any streetlights or passersby. the doors are locked from the inside, and he waits for an answer as he cuts the engine.

      gabriel has to turn his face away to hide the fact he’s smirking as the boy climbs into the passenger seat. he looks so relieved and so happy to be getting a ride from him, and it has a throb of excitement flooding his veins, pulse increasing rapidly as he thinks of all the things he could do to his small frame and his beautiful behind; he’s caught himself admiring it many times in class, though luckily no one else seems to have noticed him doing so. he just doesn’t seem that type of teacher – he’s relatively young, and that tends to earn him his students’ favour. “ alright love. all buckled up? ” his concern for the other’s safety isn’t feigned, he does feel a certain attachment toward the younger. he wonders if nate will still be calling him sir when he’s buried inside of his sweet ass with nathan begging him to stop ( or to continue ). he starts the car back up, heading along the road his company had requested and making it seem as though he plans on following through, when in reality he’s trying do decide if he should drive them home or just stop off by the roadside and risk the awkward angles of fucking in a car. maybe he could drag him out and fuck him against the hood of it. 

       he’d been working late, grading test papers from students that he’d swear couldn’t add two plus two together. it’s tragic, really, that this is what he’s working with when he has so much potential to teach brilliant minds and help them be successful in life. he’s frustrated, in a godawful mood, and he’s ready to let out the stress in any way he can. he’s pent up, knuckles white as he grips his steering wheel far too hard and surveys the road through the beams of his headlights. it’s so dark already, and he barely even notices the young boy walking alongside the road at first. he has to slam on the breaks and reverse up to stop level with him, rolling his window down hastily and yes. fuck yes. it’s exactly who he’d thought it was, though he’d been convinced it was his mind just making him see what he wanted to. nate is stood there, alone and looking vulnerable, and he offers him his most convincing, charming smile. “ hello. need a ride home? it’s not very safe to be walking alone at this hour, ” he advises, knowing full well that all of the danger is very much inside of the vehicle.