#alpha!cal

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Calum was sucking on your clit. His hands were holding your thighs, fingers leaving prints on your skin. His tongue was sliding up and down your entrance, teasing you, making you arch your back, but not entering you. Calum moved his lips to your thigh, kissing and sucking there, while his fingers moved to your core. His thumb pressed on your clit, drawing a long moan out of you. You stretched your arm out, burying your fingers in his curls, trying to move his head back to your already aching core. But he threw your hand off and kept sucking hickeys on your skin. 

“Cal, please,” you begged, not capable of holding back anymore. You felt him smiling into your thigh, his fingers started teasing on your entrance. 

You sobbed at the feeling, one of your hands squeezing on your breasts, while another went back to his hair. This time he gave in and turned back to your clit, his lips wrapped around the little bundle, while his fingers finally entered you. You groaned deeply, feeling all of your tension gather in one spot, where he was devouring you. You kept moaning out his name mixed with lustful yes’s and pushed through your greeted teeth fuck’s. 

His fingers were fucking you with the breathtaking speed. You were so close, the pit inside your stomach burning harder, ready to explode. You felt his free hand find yours on your breast and squeeze. And that moment it happened.

Your alarm went off. 

You opened your eyes to see it flicker with the red numbers. 6.35. 

You rolled on your front, cursing the whole world, Calum and yourself. You hated waking up like that, aching for the release. And it was the second morning in a row it happened. Your body was missing him, longing for him, and no matter how hard you were trying to overcome it, you weren’t any close to it. You couldn’t get him out of your mind. But you also couldn’t give in to your instincts. 

You looked at the clock again. At least you had some time to finish what he started in your dream. You closed your eyes and brought back the pictures, your imagination ready for you, your hand slipping lower on your stomach.

***

Calum opened his house door and bent down to pat his tiny dog. 

“You do have the habit of saving lost souls,” commented Ashton, following Cal inside and closing the door. “First that dog, than Andy.”

“You wanna eat, buddy?” Cal asked the dog not paying attention to what Ash was saying.

The pup ran to the kitchen, two men followed him. Calum filled a bowl with the name ‘Duke’ on it with the dog food, while Ashton poured them two glasses of whiskey. They sat down on the opposite sides of the kitchen counter. 

“Did you have any time to look at the chemicals suppliers offer?” Ashton asked, his eyes not leaving his friends face for a moment.

Calum nodded, spinning the glass in his hands.

“And what do you think of it?” 

Cal shrugged. “Whether we sign it or not, it won’t change much,” he answered finally, his eyes still on the glass. 

Ashton frowned. “The fuck is on with you, Cal?” 

Calum looked up at Ash, but turned his eyes away pretty fast. “Nothing much. Just tired, is all.”

“Tired, huh?” Ash took a sip of his drink. “Is it your omega?”

Calum looked up again, sad smile on his face this time. “She’s not my omega,” he shook his head. 

Ashton’s frown grew deeper. “Hold on, she went into a heat after you two fucked, right?” 

Calum nodded and finally drank from his glass, the liquid burning his throat, distracting him from the memories Ashton brought up. 

“And you were the only one to tame her heat?” Ashton went on with stating facts.

Calum nodded again.

“So you two are mates?”

“Obviously,” Calum muttered, knowing exactly where Ashton was going with that. 

“Then why the hell would you say she’s not your omega? That’s exactly what she is.”

Calum nodded this time too. Ashton was right. And still, she wasn’t his omega. What could he say to that? He took another sip.

“Cal?” his friend kept asking. 

Calum sighed and gave in, “Remember how we could only track her down to the last city she lived in, but never to her original pack?”

“Yeah,” Ashton confirmed. 

“That’s because she ran away from her pack and tried pretty hard to cover all tracks.”

Ashton shrugged nonchalantly, “Not the strangest thing.”

“Taken out of the context, probably, not,” Calum agreed.

“And what is the context?”

Calum sighed again. Then said, “She’s from the Northern Lakes pack.”

“The one with the alphas bloodline?” Ashton gasped.

Calum nodded. 

“Okay, but so what?” his friend obviously didn’t see much problem in that, until an idea popped in his mind. “Don’t tell me- Don’t tell me she was someone else’s omega before!”

“Are you out of your mind?” Calum looked at him, his eyebrows furrowed in displease. “She’s never been anyone’s omega before me!”

Ashton raised his hands, “Chill, man! You’re just being mysterious with that shit and you know things like that happen sometimes.”

“She’s the alpha’s daughter,” Calum dropped the bomb, enjoying Ashton’s dumbstruck face. 

“But that bloodline produced only boys, that’s why they kept their position for so long,” Ashton mumbled. 

“Yeah, well, she was the first, obviously,” Calum shrugged. He knew what people said about that pack. Still, he had his own sources. 

“Did she tell you that herself?” Ashton asked and Calum heard suspicion in his voice.

“I checked her words, if that’s what you’re thinking about.”

“How?”

Calum shrugged again. “I have some friends on the north. They confirmed there was a daughter of the Lakes pack alpha’s and that she disappeared around ten years ago. The description matched.”

Ashton finished his drink and poured himself more. “Why did she ran away in the first place? Her bloodline is probably the oldest in the country and as the alpha’s daughter she could have it all.”

Calum sighed again. “From what I got, her family is pretty crazy.” Ashton chuckled to that. “Her father didn’t even presumed she could ascend as an omega. He was raising her as an alpha, future leader of the pack. So when she did ascend, things got rather harsh. She had to leave not to let her older brother kill her.”

Ashton kept gaping at Cal. “And what did her father think about his son trying to kill his daughter?” he finally asked.

“Oh, he was hoping she’ll kill her brother first.”

“Crazy, you said? I’d rather use ‘sick’ for this family,” Ashton stated, drowning half of his drink in one go. 

“You don’t say,” Calum muttered in agreement.

“So what now? She has issues with her omega nature?” Aston asked some time after.

Calum just nodded, rubbing his chin. “She said she doesn’t have it in her, obeying to the man,” he added. 

They kept silent for some more time, until Ashton came up with one more question.

“Maybe your dick play wasn’t that good?” he asked, smirking at his friend.

Calum looked back at Ashton in disbelief. “My dick play was gorgeous if you need to know! She was seeing stars and tearing up with my name on her lips.”

“You sure those weren’t tears of disappointment?”

“Fuck off, mate!” Cal scoffed to that.

“Just kidding, bro,” Ashton laughed. Calum couldn’t help but smile to that too. That was exactly why he couldn’t imagine his life without his best friend, who was able to make him smile even in the dark hours. 

“What are you gonna do?” Ashton asked all serious again after his laughter went off.

Cal shook his head, “I have no idea. For the first time since I became an alpha I have no fucking idea what to do.” He sighed, finished his whiskey and added, “But not like there are so many options. I can force her into it. Or I can let her go.” 

“You can’t let her go,” Ashton said. “You two are mates, you know it doesn’t work like that.”

Calum inhaled deeply, hiding his face in his hands. “But I can’t force her into it, either. I just can’t do that to her. So what options am I left with?”

“Just give it some time, Cal,” Ashton said with another heavy sigh. “Give her some time. She won’t be able to deny it. She just needs time to, probably, come to terms with that.”

Calum moved his hands off his face and nodded, looking at his friend. That he could do, he thought, while Ashton filled their glasses with amber liquid and raised a silent toast.

***

You strolled down the grocery shop aisles, debating on the fastest and easiest ways of not to die of hunger and still eat more or less healthy. You hated shopping on weekdays, having no power or patience enough for it after work. But as you spent your weekend first on going through the heat and then on bailing your eyes out and cursing on the whole world and your own damn nature, you had to do your shopping today, having a literally empty fridge. You didn’t even have any liquor there, all the bottles finished in an inefficient attempt to forget the past weekend.

You stopped next to the fridge with cottage cheese, thinking it would be the easier meal for tonight, when you noticed him. The wolf was standing next to yoghurts. His basket was empty. You forced yourself to look away before you draw his attention. You took a deep breath and tried to convince yourself there was nothing strange in a grown up man choosing yoghurts. Who said men only cared for meat and beer after all? Fuck the stereotypes and let men like yoghurts. That was logical enough if not for the couple of things. One of them being the fact that he left yoghurts without picking one and followed you to the vegetables aisle, his basket still suspiciously empty. And the other being the fact that you’d seen that wolf at least for the third time that week. And it was only Wednesday. 

You looked back at him again. He was rather tall, but too lanky, so looked more like a teenager than a grown up man. Uneven haircut and a neck tattoo only added to the childish look of his. You felt he was an omega, and frankly his posture and shaky hands only proved you right. You’d expect to see a wolf like that somewhere like an outskirts of a big industrial area, living alone, being an outcast, exiled from a pack by stronger male wolves as a weak element. With bigger integration into human society there were less and less situations like that among your kind. You thought, picking on herbs, how much stronger the pack bonds were becoming in past generations. But there still were some less civilized communities, so the occasion of weak wolves being thrown away, unfortunately, wasn’t that rare. Maybe he was an outcast, you though. A wolf like that being used to hunt you down seemed rather unrealistic and, you hated to admit, offensive. But what if the look of him was delusional? You were an omega yourself, for god’s sake, yet you’d give any pure blood a run for their money. You threw another careful look at the guy. He was an omega, no doubts there, but there was something else in him, which left a taste of danger on your tongue. 

You huffed, picking up a cauliflower and the couple of eggplants and trying to keep him in your eyesight. Were you thinking too much of it? The town was pretty small after all, but the annoying voice in your head was nagging it wasn’t that small. You hadn’t met Calum even once unless he wanted you to, yet you’d seen that guy every day. And even though you knew alpha had his reasons not to cross paths with you, while that wolf hadn’t, you still thought it was too strange for a mere coincidence.

You understood you lost him when you were paying for your food and let yourself relax. Not for long though, as you saw him again on a parking lot. The wolf was getting in his car. His hands empty. He left the shop not buying anything. You felt your hands starting to shake. 

You got into your car and left the store parking, keeping eyes more on the rear view mirror than on the road in front of you. His car was following you all the way to your house. When you parked next to your apartment building, you saw him drive past. Then he parked at the end of the street and stayed in a car. 

You felt danger slipping into your life again, anger raising inside of you. Why would it happen to you again? Why would it happen now?

You found shelter inside your apartment, persuading yourself he’d harmed you already if he wanted to. His task was obviously just watching you. But for how long? You were unloading your shopping bags, while your mind was running up to one assumption after another. 

Was he your father’s wolf? Sent in search for the long lost daughter? The lucky one to come to the Lakes with the good news? In that case you had almost nothing to worry about, except for your past finally finding you, of course. If you knew your father, and you flattered yourself with the idea you did know him, he wouldn’t act spontaneously. He’d wait, look around, figure out chances and dispositions, and only after that he’d act. Which gave you time. And that also was the less horrible option, as your father was undoubtedly a sick bastard, but he didn’t want to see you dead that much.

If the wolf was from your brother, you were much likely to be screwed. Your brother was even sicker than your dad. The only question was if he wanted to kill you with his own hands, or would be satisfied with just your breathless body, brought to the Lakes. You had no idea what had been happening in the pack after your runaway, you could hardly predict your brother’s behaviour and that did leave you unsettled. But if you knew at least one thing, your brother wasn’t the type to send an omega after you. 

The morning didn’t bring you any answers, as you were positive you were being followed to your work. The car was different, but not the wolf inside. And you could swear this wolf’s eyes didn’t leave you for a moment until you disappeared behind the office doors. 

You kept thinking about that while working. As worrying as it was, some wolf following you kept your mind occupied and distracted you from thinking about alpha. The thoughts of him made your heart shrink with guilt and regret, so you were almost glad you got a break from it. 

And then it stuck you. Your father and brother weren’t the only alphas who could have you followed. Could it be Calum? You started thinking. You were absolutely sure you hadn’t seen that guy from the yoghurt aisle before this week. You hadn’t seen that much wolves in general before Calum, they were careful with who they let see them. Could Calum have one of his wolves following you? But why? To keep an eye on you? To control you?

You felt blood boil in your veins. That was the reason why you hated being an omega. Every damn alpha being sure he could take control of your life without asking. You tried not to focus on the fact that the damn alpha in question was your actual mate, still trying to deny that fact. Even that didn’t give him the right to play you so dirty. 

“Heey, sorry to bother, but I need to get your answer today,” you heard behind your back. 

You looked back to see one of your colleagues, Jess. She was looking at you with a question in her eyes. You tried to remember what was that question she wanted an answer to, but your mind was too overwhelmed with all the wolf drama to concentrate on anything else.

“About?” you asked, trying to keep your tone calm.

“The trip we plan for the weekend. You remember, I told you on Monday. A little outing.”

“Yes, sure! Sorry, those reports are basically killing my brain,” you apologized.

Jess smiled in a friendly manner and rolled her eyes, “Yeah, tell me about it!”

“Remind me, please, where exactly it’s going to be?” you asked, having a bad feeling.

“In a campsite not far from the city, about forty miles or so. There’s a national park there, some really beautiful places,” Jess explained.

Your throat tightened immediately. You’d known your answer before it formed in your mind. You were prohibited to leave the town. “Oh, I’m sorry Jess. I thought it would be just for the couple of hours,” you decided to play dumb. “I can’t leave for the whole day, have plans in the evening.”

“Male plans?” Jess smiled to you. 

You felt your muscles relax. You liked Jess, she was one of the first people to actually start talking to you when you just moved here and you felt like with time you could really become friends. That’s why you smiled and said, “Maybe.”

You didn’t completely lie, you told yourself. Even though you had no plans with Calum, he was the reason you had to say no to the trip. Jess left couple minutes later after wishing you luck with your plans. You sighed heavily. You needed something more serious than sheer luck to get out of the mess you called your life. 

Somehow that short chat with Jess distracted you from your heavy thoughts and let you work in peace till the end of the day. But when you saw the same guy from the yoghurt aisle on the parking lot of your office building, all your worries overflown you instantly. You got in the car, understanding there was a simple way of narrowing the number of suspects in organizing this follow. So instead of driving home, you turned to the nearest bar. 

You chose the first guy you saw. It wasn’t important how he looked like, the only thing that mattered was that he seemed to be interested and bought you a drink. Twenty minutes later he was ready to take you on that very bar counter if you pleased. You were mumbling some shit about leaving with him, as he leaned in to kiss you, his hand on your waist. 

Before you felt his lips, a wolf’s hand lay on the guy’s shoulder, stopping him from what he was about to do and giving you all the answers you needed. You grabbed your purse and left the bar abruptly, letting the men sort out the situation themselves. The last things you heard before the door closed behind you were the guy’s exclamations and omega’s surprisingly low voice, explaining how you were “taken”. 

You pulled out of the curb on a racer’s speed. You didn’t really remember where his place was. Leaving in a taxi the only time you were there, you were able to remember the part of the city, but didn’t even try to recall the actual address. But now you realised it wasn’t a problem at all. You didn’t even need to try to find his smell or use your instincts. You just knew where to go. You let out a low roar. If he wanted to be your mate, he had to deal with you finding him anywhere and at any time. Your blood was singing in your veins, your whole body shivered with anticipation as you were getting closer to him. You tried to suppress the longing you felt for him, fueling yourself with anger. Your breath was heated, you hardly could control yourself. But it was his fault. All of it was his fault. 

His parking lot was empty, but you had no doubts he was in the house. You got out of your car not bothering with even closing the door, throwing a look to the garage door, probably hiding his black suv inside. The pictures of fun times in his car flashed in your mind, but you forced them away. You were here not for that. You were here to show that damn alpha who he was messing with. 

You pulled the front door and stormed inside, the sounds of another car parking following you suit. You looked around, dim light of the hall and Calum’s scent messing with your senses. The sound of voices was on your right, so you followed it not losing any time. 

You entered the living room as a little tornado, messy hair around your face with bright already blue eyes. What you didn’t expect, too occupied with your anger and, frankly, lust on the way here, was Calum being not alone. You stopped as four pairs of yellowish eyes turned to you. All the men in the room were wolves. One more alpha, who, you remembered, you saw at the party, where you first met Calum, and two more pure bloods. You had no idea, whose pure bloods they were, but, turning your eyes to Calum, who was already standing and looking at you warily, you understood one thing very clearly. No matter how much you wanted to come up to him and start scratching his awfully beautiful face in a rage of your fury (and maybe fall on your knees and blow him after that, but you did your best not to focus on that idea), you couldn’t do that in front of other wolves. He was not just alpha, he was your alpha, you though, squeezing your fists so hard, your nails were hurting your palms. You could have been furious with him, but you couldn’t do anything to hurt his reputation.

You hesitated for what seemed to be only a couple of seconds, but this time was enough for the yoghurt-less omega to approach you and grab on your forearm. You breathed out and turned your face to him slowly, looking at the bold wolf in disbelief. The fucker thought he had a right to touch you? More of it, to touch you in front of your alpha? You already opened your mouth to inform that idiot of all the things you were about to do to him, when you heard Calum’s low voice.

“Andy, let her go, please. It’s okay.”

The wolf let go of your arm and took a step back. Calum motioned you to the corridor behind him and put his beer bottle on a coffee table. “Excuse us,” he dropped to his friends, while you were already rushing down the corridor. You had no idea, what rooms were behind the doors in that part of the house and you didn’t really care. You just needed the farthest one. You opened the door you were aiming for and found a study behind it. Walls covered in warm colored wood, huge desk, windows looking at a rather wild garden. 

You turned back to Calum and raised your hand to slap him the moment he closed the door. He moved fast, too fast even for you. You didn’t catch the moment he snapped your wrist, the next thing you knew, he was holding you tight, both your hands in his, like in handcuffs. You were pressed to his chest with your back, his scent overwhelming you. 

“Easy, slugger,” he whispered and left a feather like kiss behind your ear. 

You started bucking, trying to free from his grip. “Let go of me,” you hissed, twisting your hands.

“Are you gonna try to hit me again?” he asked, not raising his tone. You heard a smile in his voice, felt his lips linger down your neck. You had to gather all your strength not to dwell into his touch. He was doing it on purpose, you reminded yourself, he was trying to get an advantage of you. 

“Fucking, let go,” you roared, kicking off even harder. 

Calum unclenched his grit and you almost fell into the middle of the room. You felt like you only stayed on your two feet out of dignity. You turned back and just looked at him with all the anger and offence you had in you. He was standing right in front of the door, hands in the pockets of his pants. He met your sight and didn’t flick for a moment, no shade of guilt or understanding in his brown orbs. 

“How could you?” 

He kept silent. Just a quirk of an eyebrow being an answer. 

“Prohibiting me to leave the town wasn’t enough for you? I can’t even go for a day trip with my colleagues, Calum! But your controlling ass decided to make your wolf follow me everywhere?”

“That was for your own good,” Calum finally said in the same low voice, yet you saw in his eyes he was getting angry. 

“For my own good? Are you-” you huffed, not finishing the sentence. There was no point in asking if he was out of his mind. You knew the answer, had all the evidence on your hands. “That’s exactly why I never bother with alphas!” words fell off your lips like poison. “Too high up your own asses to even think you can be wrong!”

“I protect what’s mine,” said Calum and those words sounded more like a roar.

“I am not your, Calum!” you shouted, not able to keep it down anymore. 

“Yes, you damn are! You think I don’t know what you were doing there?” he wasn’t shouting, but his words somehow hit harder than yours. You felt his anger in shivers on your skin, in the metal taste on your tongue. “Andy had a very simple instruction, he should have only get involved if you were about to fuck another human. Don’t you think it’s rather selfish of you to come after me when that’s what you were gonna do?”

“For your information, I wasn’t gonna fuck anyone! I was only checking who that wolf was working for!”

Calum chuckled to that. “I’m sorry, love, is there any other alpha desperate to keep an eye on you?”

“Oh, I don’t know, Calum, how about my freaking father?” you said, suddenly calm, as if all of your emotions were frozen instantly. “Or my crazy brother? How should I’ve known it wasn’t one of them finally finding me?”

You saw his expression change, from accusations to understanding and then to regret mixed with sorrow. He didn’t even think about it, you understood. He had no idea what awful whirl of emotions he put you through in the last 24 hours. 

Calum took a step towards you, you stepped back. 

“I-” he started, but his voice broke. “I’m sorry, love. I didn’t think.”

He took another step and lifted up a hand to touch, but you stepped back again.

“Of course, you didn’t,” you dropped, venom still on your lips. You knew you weren’t that fair to him, but you just couldn’t stop at this point, your resentment pouring out of you. “Because you’re an alpha and alpha’s never wrong, right?”

He shrugged a little, like warding off your accusations with his shoulder, and stepped forward one more time. You mirrored his action yet again and crossed your arms on your chest.

“Just call your wolf off, that’s all I ask,” you mumbled. You felt uncomfortable with him towering over you. You knew you couldn’t trust yourself when he was so close and you were scared of what could happen next. 

“I can’t do that, love,” Calum shook his head, getting one step closer to you. 

“I told you, I’m not gonna fuck anyone,” you sighed and took the last step back, as you bumped into his desk with your back, “if that’s your issue.”

“I need to protect you.”

“I’m a fucking wolf, Calum!” you rolled your eyes. “Living among humans. If anyone needs protection, it’s them, not me.”

“What if your family do find you?” he said quietly, closing the distance that was left between you. 

“If that happens, your lanky little spy won’t stop them,” you sighed, feeling you had nowhere to run now. 

“He’s tougher than he looks,” Calum chuckled and put hands on your waist. “I heard some omegas have that peculiarity,” he finished with the smile and bent down to you. 

You held your breath before the kiss, yet his lips felt like breathing for the first time since Sunday morning. Calum pulled you closer, you had to stand on your tip toes even though you were wearing high heels. The kiss got deeper, his tongue claiming you once again. You tried to fight him, you honestly pushed him away for two seconds straight. You wanted to stop him, say that wasn’t what you came for, but instead you let yourself sink in the kiss. You kissed him back, your arms flew to his shoulders. It was crazy how intense your body’s reaction to him was. Your hands were shaking with lust, bright flashes twinkling under your eyelids, dark pit burning with desire in your abdomen. You were scared your heart would break through your ribcage, it was beating so hard, like it was trying to get close to Calum’s heart. 

He picked you up and sat on the desk, the difference in heights not so prominent now. You felt his hands on the small of your back, wondering when he pulled your shirt from under your jeans. With your leg around his hip you involuntary brought him even closer. His fingers were burning your skin up, you only detached your lips to take a short breath. 

“Please, stop,” you mumbled in one of the pauses like this.

“No,” he whispered back, his lips sliding down on your jawline, “haven’t touched you in too long.”

“It’s been just five days,” you managed to state between your moans, your hands already tugging on his shirt.

“Felt more like five years,” Calum groaned and moved back to you lips. 

He was kissing you hungrily, his hands deep in your hair, his eyes shut so hard there were crinkles around them. He was so soft and felt so much like home at that moment, that you couldn’t keep it inside anymore, all the stress of the last day leaning over you. Your eyes watered up and you failed to suppress the sniff. Calum stopped abruptly, feeling something was wrong. 

“Just stop, Calum,” you asked quietly. But there was no need, he wasn’t holding you anymore. 

You jumped of the desk and fixed your shirt with your shaking hands. Calum tried again to reach you, reassuring ‘Hey’ falling off his lips. But you gained enough self-control to let this happen. You practically pushed him away, being met with sadness in his eyes. You knew he didn’t mean wrong. But you couldn’t let him have it. Not after what he did, not on his desk and not in the house full of wolves with perfect hearing. 

“Call off your wolf,” you didn’t ask this time.

Calum didn’t answer anything, not like you expected him to. You gave him another heavy look and left the room. 

The sound of your heels went around with an echo as you strode down the corridor. The wolves were still in the living room, looking at you with the mix of interest and judgement. You thought you saw another alpha having a ghost of a smile on his face, but you were too much in distress to look at him twice. As you headed to the front door, the lanky omega rose from his seat and made a few steps towards you. You stopped and looked back at him.

“Are you fucking serious?” you growled under your breath.

The guy lifted up his hands in a joking giving up gesture and stepped back to his armchair. 

You huffed and left without another word.

Calum came out to the living room after your car left. His movements were slow and careful.

Omega turned to him immediately. “I’m sorry, alpha, I-”

Calum stopped him with a gesture. “That’s okay, Andy. You wanna beer?”

Omega nodded and looked at the others wolves warily. Calum handed him a bottle and gestured to sit down with them. They sat there in silence for some time, everyone too scared to bother Calum, and Calum too deep into his own thoughts.

Ashton was the first to speak up. “You remember I said it’ll take some time?” he asked. 

Cal nodded.

“Well,” Ashton went on, giggling uncontrollably, “maybe it’ll take a little longer.”

***

Summer breeze was playing in your unruly hair, making them tickle on your cheeks. You spent the whole day on your little balcony, enjoying your book and the rare opportunity not to worry about anything. The serenity of the day relaxed all your tensed muscles and calmed down your mind. Worries of the past week died out inside as abruptly as they emerged, leaving nothing inside you besides the peaceful emptiness. You loved this state of yours, when all the emotions burnt down to the ashes and it felt like nothing in the whole world could ever worry you again. Of course, such calmness was the most temporary thing ever, but you were thankful even for a short break. You knew it wouldn’t last long.

Another wind blow brought you a familiar scent, marking the end of your emotionless pause. You sighed, mentally preparing to a new battle. You heard the car door close down on the street. You didn’t need to look to know it was him, but you did anyway. Calum looked up and saw you standing and watching him. He didn’t smile, as calm and serious as you were. Just looked at you before entering the building, a garment bag in his hand. You inhaled his scent deeper and went to open the door for him. You knew his visit wouldn’t probably end well, but you also knew there was no way out of it except through.

Calum entered your apartment a minute later. He was in a suit, navy blue button down a little stretched on his toned chest. He looked too good for your sanity. Sweat covered your palms, and you had to make an effort to steady your breath. You knew he felt how much of an effect he had on you, but he didn’t show it in any way. 

Instead he handed you the garment, “This is for you.”

“What is it?” you asked, standing still. 

Calum exhaled and put the bag on a hanger next to your door. “It’s a dress.”

“Why would I need a dress?” you asked in the same calm tone. You weren’t trying to provoke him or be a bitch about it. You just wanted to understand and get through it as fast as possible. 

“Because I want you to wear it and go with me to some event,” Calum explained. He put his hands in his pants’ pockets and was watching you intently, like he was trying to see something under your skin. “My pure blood is about to marry Ashton’s pureblood and today is the ceremony of giving her away to the other pack. I want you to go with me.”

“I’m not going there, Calum,” you shook your head. 

He took one hand out of the pocket and stroke his chin. You’d seen this gesture already, a little signal of him being nervous or thinking of what to do. 

“And before you go with all the angry alpha roars and decide to order me to go,” you continued, not giving him a chance to try to force you into it, “I’m not going, because I have nothing to do there. These are not my packs, Calum, I don’t know these people and, even though I do wish them all the happiness, I don’t wanna be at their party.”

“One of these packs is yours,” he said through gritted teeth.

You felt his anger in your spine, but ordered yourself not to react on it.

“No, it’s not.”

“You’re my omega and you’re…”

“But I am not your omega, Calum!” you exclaimed back, stressing every word. 

You thought that’d be it, the moment when you start shouting at each other, not capable of a civilized conversation anymore. The last time you shouted at each other popped up in your memory. Including the heated make-out session on Calum’s desk. Would this one end the same?

Instead of shouting, Calum slowly came up to you and asked, his voice calm, low and soft, “If you aren’t my omega, then why are you dripping for me already?” 

You stared at him, taken aback and having nothing to answer. You were dripping for him, your underwear soaking wet since the moment you saw Calum in that suit. But damn you if you admit that out loud. 

For better or for worse, Calum didn’t need your confirmation. His hand raised up to your face, caressed your cheek, then gripped the back of your neck and pulled you in. His lips were harsh and demanding, as his hands, clenching on your shoulders and leaving bruises on the pale skin. You tried to push him back, your hands pressed to his toned abdomen, teeth biting on his lower lip. His low roar, a reaction to your bite, set your blood on fire. His hands moved from your shoulders, one pressing hard on your back and the other sliding down to your butt and squeezing hard. You yelped in Calum’s mouth, when you felt his fingers slip between your butt cheeks and push into your wet core through your pj shorts and underwear. You tried to slither from that touch, raised to your tip toes and somehow ended up practically hanging on him, only easing everything for his fingers. You felt Calum smirk, not stopping kissing you feverishly, and groaned in displease. No matter what you were doing, it all was somehow helping him. 

You lifted your hands higher and sank your nails into the skin of his neck. Calum lost his breath as your fingers slipped down to his collar, leaving red scratches. You smiled, feeling a little better at your small revenge, picked up the hem of his suit jacket and pulled it off his shoulders. You didn’t want to sleep with Calum, you knew it’d only mess everything even more. But fuck it if you could stop now, when he was sucking on your neck so damn good. 

Calum let go of your body to help you with his jacket, but a moment later his hands went back. One was clasping on your hip and another slipped under the waistband of your shorts and panties, getting where it was before, but with no cover stopping him now. Calum had to lean forward a little for his hand to get to your clit, making you forget how to breath in the process. But that gave you some space to pay him back, as you didn’t waste much time and unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants and let your hand sank down into his underwear, gripping on his already half hard cock. 

“Still thinking you’re not mine?” Calum chuckled, getting back to kissing your lips. Instead of answering, you just squeezed his dick, not afraid of using your nails, feeling it getting harder in your hand. You brought your thighs together, turned on more at how you were turning him on more, and added to the pressure his fingers were producing on your clit. Calum chuckled again and detached his lips from yours, one of his hands pressing on your shoulder. You looked up at him and felt your body trying to sink down under his silent command. You tried to refuse, shaking your head, and scratched with your nail alone his slit. He nodded with the same smirk on his face and pushed you down more. Your knees betrayed you and you finally sank down. You hated the power he had over you and loved it to death. 

Your hands pulled his pants down, your tongue licked on him through the soft material of the underwear, to your surprise, white this time. And you thought he only wore black. His dickhead was peeking out of the waistband, red and leaking precum. You felt your mouth filling with spit at the mere view. Calum pulled your hair up in one hand as in an improvised ponytail and pushed your head towards his dick. You put your hands on his thighs and pulled away, not giving in so easily. You looked up at him, devilish smile on your lips. 

“Aren’t you one damn stubborn she-wolf?” Calum mused back, tugged down on his underwear with his free hand and lined up his dick for you. You shook your head again, same smile on your lips. He wasn’t smiling anymore, his eyes full of anger and lust. He pushed your head closer, making you almost crash into his crotch. You took his dick and let it slide on your cheek, the touch is light and almost innocent. You lightly pecked his head on the way back and looked back up at him. 

Calum bent down to you and roared through his greeted in anger teeth, “You think it’ll help you, being such a fucking tease?” he shook his head in displease and then added in a low alpha voice, “Open your mouth!”

You couldn’t fight his order and so you obeyed, watching him dip his cock in your mouth. You gulped at how deep he went. You only had so much time to get a little air before he sank in again. You held on his thighs and tried to get used to the fast rhythm. Calum was practically fucking your face, like punishing for denying him all this time. You heard low moans falling off his lips, sinful sounds making the fire inside you burn brighter. You were so whipped for him, even now, being pushed on your knees, being forced in sucking him off, being fucking hard in your mouth, you were enjoying that. Just because it was your alpha, you could be that obedient just for him. 

You felt him letting go of your hair carefully. You pushed back to take a breath, but curled your lips around his dick the moment later and kept bopping your head in the same rhythm. He stroked your cheek, whispering, “That’s my omega.  Look how good you’re for me.” You couldn’t help your smile, looking up at him. Calum smiled back and started unbuttoning his shirt. The sight of his bare chest peeking out from under the shirt made you moan from desire, the vibration of you throat drawing a hiss from Calum. You pushed one hand down your shorts and pressed two fingers to your clit. The sensation was so hard, you moaned again around his dick and scratched it with you teeth slightly. 

Calum groaned loudly from your teeth and looked down, trying to see what got you so worked up. He shrugged off his shirt, smiling at the sight of your hand going fast in your shorts, and bent down to you, pulling on your hair again, making you let go of his dick and look up at him. With your mouth open and gaping for air and lips glistering with your spit you looked so unholy, he had to make an effort to keep his moan back. Instead he held on your face, fingers pressing on your cheeks. 

“Shall I cum on your face and leave you without your release for those sharp teeth of yours?” he asked, his sight slipping to your hand pleasuring yourself.

“No, alpha,” you sobbed quietly, his face blurry in front of you, all your focus on your clit. 

He smirked and, giving a light slap to your cheek, ordered, “Hands up.”

You whined at a loss of the contact, but obeyed. Calum pulled your top up, hissing at the sight of your bare tits and pushed you on your back. You fell down on your elbows, watching him freeing you from your shorts and underwear in one move. You widened your legs, making sure your dripping pussy was right in front of him. You almost laughed at how he was looking at you. 

“Can’t live without that cunt now, can you?” you asked, your voice full of mocking.

He looked at your face, growling lowly. Then grippen on your legs and pulled closer to him, hard wooden floor painful to your back. He spread you even more, lifting your legs on his forearms and, leaning down, sank into you to the bottom. 

“And can you live without that dick?” he asked, enjoying your face, eyes rolled up and mouth opened, you lost for breath. 

He pushed again, not giving you any time to adjust, you let out a long moan. Then he pushed again, just as deep. You felt his balls slapping on you, floorboards hitting hard on your body only adding to the pleasure. Calum huffed, going on faster and fasted on your, until your moans went into continuous wheezes, the only sounds you were capable of now. 

A strand of hair fell on Calum’s forehead. He tried to shake it off, but it stuck in a sweat. You raised your hand up, pushing the strain from his face, making him look at you. You left your hand on his cheek, eyes not leaving him for the moment. You couldn’t say who started kissing who first, you hugged on his neck and pressed him even more into yourself.

“God, you drive me fucking mad,” he whispered between heated kisses, not slowing down his pushes into your. “How d’you do this to me?”

His lips sank on your neck, you felt his teeth leaving little marks on your skin. Your heart was beating so fast, legs started shaking. You felt your orgasm coming and closed your eyes concentrating on the feeling of him moving inside of you. You had no time to warn him, your release crushing you hard. “Fuck, keep squeezing,” you heard like from under the water, lost in your own pleasure. You felt Calum going a little faster, pounding into you with all the frustration he had, until he gained his release, coating your insides and roaring into your shoulder. 

You had no idea how much time it took for the both of you to gain consciousness again, a minute or an eternity. Calum tried to lift himself off you as he came, but you gripped on his neck, forcing him to press you to the floor with his weight. Eventually he rolled off you, pressing a light kiss to your shoulder before that. He sat up and pulled on his underwear and pants, tangled around his ankles all this time. 

“Mind if I smoke?” he asked as he finished with fixing his pants.

You shook your head. Calum fetched himself a cigarette and lay back down, taking a drag. 

You wolf senses were in an overdrive. You heard water leaking out of a tap in an apartment above yours, kids shouting on a playground on the other side of the building. Could smell the  gas on the street and Calum’s shaving lotion. 

“How can you live here?” Calum asked, apparently being bothered with too many noises and smells too. 

You shrugged, “Just switch my senses off.”

Calum smirked, “Still moments when you can’t do it that easily.” He handed you his cigarette. “Wanna drag?”

“Not smoking,” you answered, sitting up. 

Calum felt the change in your mood, his hand stroking your bare back. “We can’t go on like that,” he said, his voice low.

“Can’t offer you anything else,” you shrugged. “Fuck me as much as you want, Calum, it doesn’t change anything.”

Calum sighed, finishing his cigarette, and stood up. He picked up his shirt and put it on, looked around for the suit jacket, took it from the floor and stepped to the door.

“Forgot the dress,” you told him, still sitting on the floor completely naked. 

Calum looked back at you, his eyes drained of emotions. “It’s a present,” he dropped and left.

***

Lights hanging from the cedars branches were making this place look like a scene from a fairytale. Calum took another look at the future bride and thought, how fairytale was exactly what Gabbie deserved. She was so beautiful in her pale blue dress and looked so happy, Calum couldn’t help but feel his heart clench with pain. He was beyond happy for her. And still he was losing a loyal wolf tonight. 

The ceremony of betrothal was beautiful and light. Calum persuaded Ashton to take the honor of conducting it and couldn’t be more right about it. Ashton’s joyful temper and his love for silly jokes made this evening as troubleless as it was supposed to be. And Calum was more than happy with his role of giving Gabbie away at the soon wedding, instead of her long late father. 

Now people were just having fun, two packs living in such close connection that most of the times it felt like one big pack, where everyone knew and loved each other. Kids and young wolves were dancing and messing around, making older laugh and mock them. Some couples were sneaking deeper in the woods, risking of troubling the patrol. Guards, who were free from service today, were gathered in a small group away from the centre of a party with water and non-alcoholic beers in hands. Calum looked down at the same bottle in his hand. 

“Not fair, huh?” asked Ashton coming up to Calum, nursing a glass of water. “It’s our own party and we can’t even relax.”

Calum shrugged. He came to terms with his duties long ago and didn’t see much trouble in it. “Life of an alpha,” he said, taking a sip from his bottle. “And it’s not our party, it’s Gabbie and Peter’s.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Ashton frowned, “still.”

They stood like that for some time, observing their wolves having great time and feeling same satisfaction with their lives. That was what they were living for after all, to take care of their packs.

“You have a scratch on your neck, by the way,” Ashton noted after some time. “Got in a fight with a nasty branch?”

Calum let out a humourless laugh. “I know you can smell her on me. Why asking?”

Ashton shrugged, “Just giving you some privacy, mate.”

“Wanted to bring her here,” Calum explained. “But she refused. Again.”

Ashton only laughed to that.

“Seriously, Ash, what’s so entertaining in this for you?” 

Ashton snorted, not able to hold back anymore. “I’m sorry, it’s just-” he broke, taking a deep breath and calming himself down. “Don’t you see the irony?”

“What irony?” Cal scowled even more.

“Remember how you never bothered with omegas?” Ashton went on, explaining. “Said, you hated how obedient to you they were and how never cared about anything but flattering you? Well, I think you found the only omega in the whole world who doesn’t want to obey to you, and she’s your mate. I’m sorry, Cal, but that’s hilarious!” 

Ashton giggled as he finished and Calum couldn’t help laughing with him. As difficult as his situation was, Ashton was somehow right. 

But their laughter died out the very next moment. Calum turned back to the woods behind him, he heard some movement and didn’t like it at all. Ashton’s low roar next to him only proved him right. Two alphas stood still, watching and listening to the darkness. 

Calum understood everything first, the moment before a pair of yellow eyes became visible between trees. 

“We’re under attack!” his voice went above the party like a thunderstorm, bringing everything in movement. Packs, chaotic at the first sight, started acting like a clockwork mechanism. 

Guard, lead by purebloods of both packs, stood right behind Calum, bottles dropped to the ground, followed by jackets and ties. Ashton stepped back, organizing male betas in a circle around the kids and women, his task to protect the weakest in the pack. Calum heard his friend order Gabbie and Pete to stay with him, and to his own satisfaction heard no objections from Gabbie. He looked around, taking in the number of wolves under his direct command and started taking his clothes off, preparing to shift. He roared, seeing more and more wolves coming from the woods. He shook his head and shifted, his guards howling to him. Those fuckers chose the wrong night to attack his pack, he thought. He bent down on his front paws and prepared for a jump. 

***

You were rereading the same page for the third time already, but the meaning kept slipping away from you. You huffed and started from the beginning, trying to concentrate on the plot. Couple minutes later the book flew to the wall, followed by your irritated groan. 

It’s been hours since Calum left. You took a shower after it and cleaned the floor where you were lying and settled on your couch with a book in a feeble attempt to get him out of your mind. But, of course, Calum was the only one you could think about.

You kept replaying his earlier visit in your head. Not the sex scene, unexpectedly rough and filthy, for which you couldn’t blame him. You knew you made him go so hard on you, your stubbornness used to drive wolves with even stronger self-control mad. And you were not opposed to rough sex too, so that part didn’t bother you at all. What bothered you was his request and the way he left you after. You couldn’t help but ask yourself, if that was possible for Calum to actually be that alpha.

He demanded you to go with him, yes. But he never ordered. He knew you couldn’t disobey, yet he still didn’t use his power. He got angry with you, but never forced you. Like he wanted it to be your choice. He needed it to be your choice and not his command. Even in sex, when he was forcing you to get on your knees and ordering to open your mouth, you were pretty sure, you say no out loud at least once and he’d stopped. You knew he respected you enough for that. 

So you kept asking yourself. Him being the alpha who wants you to follow him by choice and not only the instinct, could he be the alpha you’d finally choose to follow? Maybe you’d be able to obey him? Knowing he respected you and took you as a partner and not a slave. Could it be that your alpha mate was also the alpha you’d agree to bent to? You shook your head, which was blowing up with questions without answers. You knew him well already, but you still didn’t know enough.

All of the sudden everything around went black. You felt excruciating pain in your ribs, like something was breaking them from the inside. You heard a deafening shriek, full of fear and despair, and only a moment later you understood it was you, who cried. You closed your eyes and felt wet ground under your paws, the smell of pines and the taste of your blood in your mouth. Only you knew your own blood really tasted different. Your broken ribs were scratching on your left lung with every breath you took. You had a deep bite on your back paw and you were losing consciousness fast. 

You came up to the surface of your illusion. Your body covered in thick sweat, pain still burning on your rib cage. You knew it was Calum. He was somewhere in the forest, hurt and in danger. You tried to think of something logical to do, but all the logic went out of the window under the pressure of your instincts. You almost fell on the floor, your legs were shaking so hard, you held on your left side with one hand. You were positive your ribs were totally fine, still it was impossible to move normally. You slid your feet in the flip-flops you saw near and picked up you keys on the way out. You didn’t care you were wearing the old pj’s or had a messy bun on your head. You gave no fuck about anything right now, except of your alpha needing you. 

You emerged from the building entrance, rushing to your car as fast as you could with the feeling of broken ribs. You pressed a button on your key, your car signaled shortly, when the other thing you couldn’t expect happened. You heard your name being called behind you. 

You turned back abruptly and stared at the wolf in front of you. 

He was taller than you remembered, shoulders more broad and hair shorter. But you couldn’t help recognizing him. You knew him all your life after all.

“Matt?” you called, your voice feeble and shaky.

He nodded, taking in your appearance. Your mind was rushing around, jumping from one thought to another. How could he find you here, you spent so much time, hiding your tracks. Calum was in danger, you had to go. Did your father send Matt or your brother? You couldn’t waste any more time. Why was Matt looking at you so intensely? You really had to go. 

“How did you find me?” you finally asked.

Matt shrugged, “It wasn’t easy.” He thought a little and added, “You weren’t the best of us for nothing after all.”

You shivered visibly. You felt danger, but couldn’t understand, was it your fear for Calum or was the danger you felt coming from Matt. You stepped back to your car.

“I’m sorry, Matt, I have to go,” you told him. 

“You haven’t seen me in ten years and that’s all I got,” he smirked, looking around. “Don’t even wanna know why I took all that trouble looking for you?”

You sighed.”I really have no time right now, Matt. It’s a matter of life and death. We’ll talk later.”

He chuckled to that. “Was afraid, omega instincts would change you, but no, you’re still the same bossy little wolf you were.” 

You frowned to that, opening the driver’s door.

“You do wanna talk with me, trust me!” he tried one more time. 

“I told you, Matt, we’ll talk. Just not now.”

You couldn’t bear it anymore, pain driving you insane. You started the car, throwing the last look at the man from your past. 

“You smell of another wolf,” you heard in the open window. You didn’t look back. It didn’t matter, he didn’t matter. 

You took a deep breath and let your senses lead you, not giving another thought to where you were going. You left the living area and turned to the narrow road between the trees. Fifteen minutes later you saw lights in front of you. It looked like there was a party here, but people, mostly kids and women, weren’t having fun. Tables and decorations were thrown around like by a small tornado, people’s clothes dirty and ripped. There was no music, voices not louder than whisper.

You parked and got out of your car, heading to the centre of the scene. You inhaled deeply, feeling his scent everywhere. He was here not so long ago. Was he in the woods now? You looked around in search for anyone to ask. If these were Calum’s wolves, they could have known something. 

You saw him gathering the younger kids together, the guy from the yoghurt aisle. It seemed like he wasn’t looking at you on purpose, doing everything for you not to see him. Too bad you already did.

“Hey, you, the yoghurt guy!” you called him, coming closer. 

The omega handed kids to the young female pure blood, who eyed you with suspicion, and turned to you.

“First, my name is Andy,” he said. “Second, the hell you need here?”

You would lie if you said you weren’t taken aback by his attitude. You frowned, getting you were quite too bossy for calling on a wolf who wasn’t even from your pack. 

“Where’s Calum?” you asked in a slightly softer tone, your hand still clenching on your side. The pain wasn’t burning so bright anymore, which thankfully let you think. But it was still there, not letting you care about anything else until you find Calum.

Andy shook his head, bitter smirk on his face. “Obviously, not here.”

You huffed and tried to go from the other side, “What happened here?”

The omega just shook his head again, not bothering even with saying anything. He turned to go away from you. You grabbed on his arm and made him look back. “You alpha is out there somewhere in pain and probably unconscious. You better answer me right now,” you hissed under your voice. You tried to be polite, you gave him the chance. Not your fault he chose the hard way.

“How do you know he’s in pain?” Andy looked at you with the same mix of suspicion and displease in his eyes, but a small trace of worry in his voice let you know, you got him.

You sighed, thinking of what you could possibly say to this to make that wolf believe you. “Cause I’m his mate,” you finally answered, settling for truth. 

You saw the shadow of understanding in his eyes, him finally getting why Calum would ask him to follow you. He huffed, looking away, and already opened his mouth to answer you, when some rustle from the woods distracted you. You saw the grown wolves rounding kids and teens, you were slightly surprised by how well their protection skills were trained. You instinctively stepped in front of them, finding Andy and the pure blood girl you’ve seen before next to you. 

When the wolves came out from under the cedars, you felt everyone relax a little. An alpha, whose smell you recognized and five more pure bloods were leading a big group of she-wolves and young pups. You saw some wolves in human shape running to their friends and probably relatives and hugging on the furry necks. The female pure blood, who was just standing next to you, ready to fight, kneeled down to the brown-furred wolf and stroke his back, human eyes looking straight into wolf’s. You turned away from this intimate scene, feeling uncomfortable, like you were peeping through a hole. 

An alpha shifted aside of you, all women instantly looked back. All except of you. Andy was already handing him some pants. Alpha thanked him and turned to you. 

“What are you doing here?” he asked. His tone wasn’t hostile, he was asking purely to get an answer, not to show you weren’t welcome here.

Still, you had no time for this. “Where’s Calum?” you asked him back. 

Alpha frowned, looking around and then turning to Andy, “They didn’t come back?”

Andy shook his head, his eyebrows furrowed. Alpha looked around again, silently counting on pure bloods and guards around, some already shifting back into human forms, some staying wolves. “But they should have come already,” he mused out loud. “He, Luke and Mike left first to clear the way. They should have been in front of us.”

“Ashton, you were the only ones who came back,” Andy said.

Ashton, as Andy called him, turned back at you, being even more at a loss than you were. 

“Why are you here?” he asked again and immediately added, seeing your irritated frown, “I mean, how are you here? Why are you looking for him?”

You sighed, clenching on your side, “I felt his pain.”

“You what?” Ashton asked, your words probably the last he was expecting.

“I felt his pain,” you repeated, getting tired of this talk, feeling burning in your ribs increase with every moment of your delay. “He’s got two or three broken ribs, scratched, maybe already torn lung and a serious bite on his back paw. And he’s unconscious, from what I can feel.”

Ashton was looking at you quizzically, like you were speaking some other language he didn’t understand. “Do you have your mating mark?” he finally asked.

“No,” you answered, wondering where that question came from.

“You don’t have your mating mark, yet you can feel his pain as your own,” he stated, looking at the side you were still caressing. “Damn, you’re more stubborn than I thought.”

You scoffed, “Can we actually concentrate on the fact, that Calum is still out there injured and in danger?”

“Right, sorry,” Ashton rubbed his forehead. “We were having a party, which you so eloquently chose to ignore, when they attacked us. Cal took the guards and fought back, as usual. The fight moved deeper in the forest, Cal always tries to push attackers away from the pack. We thought, it was okay and then men with guns came. They took women and kids and, of course, we shifted and followed them, most of the guard following us.We fought our people back pretty easily, Cal said he’d go forward and clear the way. It was probably just a trap. They only wanted him.”

“Who wanted him?” 

“The Ripper,” you heard the answer from Andy this time, he was looking guilty for some reason.

“Is it some lame nickname or what?” you frowned, not getting the joke.

“He calls himself Ripper absolutely seriously. He’s an alpha of the biggest pack in the south. They with Cal have had bad blood for some time,” Ashton explained to you. 

“Whatever,” you shrugged, that information was just as useless for you. You actually needed just one thing. “Where can I find them?”

“That’s the problem,” Ashton chuckled, “you can’t. They don’t have any kind of base.” 

“Okay,” you nodded, “where did you see them last then?”

“In the northern part of the woods, closer to the town border.”

You nodded again, turned north and took off your top. All the wolves looked away like by the order. 

“The fuck are you doing?” you heard Ashton hiss behind you. 

“I’m going to get him,” you shrugged, like it was the most obvious thing ever. You stepped out of your flip-flops and took off your shorts and panties. 

“You can’t go there! We don’t even know where exactly they are. We don’t know anything!”

You looked back at Ashton, who looked at your side, all blue and purple from the bruise you had there. “The only thing I can’t do is stay here, while he’s there. Anything else I can.”

“Cal’s gonna kill everybody for seeing you like this,” Ashton muttered, shaking his head, a ghost of a smile on his lips.

“Why are you still looking then, Ashton?” you asked with a smirk and shifted. 

It took a couple moments for you to find your balance again. You heard Ashton curse behind you, taking his pants off. “Guard goes with me!” he called out. “Gabbie, Andy, you too. Jeff, divide everybody in groups and send home, all the kids and she-wolves stay with their group leaders until me or Calum come back. No one follows us no matter what! That’s an order!”

You sniffed the ground around, hearing wolves shift behind you, but there were too many tracks to chose one you needed. So you closed your eyes and let your pain show you the way. The pack lined up behind you, naturally choosing you as their lead, even Ashton slowing down his pace. And it just felt so right. Like you were sixteen again, hunting at night on the Lakes, your future pure bloods behind you, ready to fulfill your any order. But it wasn’t a child game anymore, the pain reminded you. 

How do you know where you’re going? you heard inside your head.

You turned right and looked at Ashton, his dark brown fur looked almost red in the moonlight. 

I’m his mate, that’s how.

But you haven’t submitted to him, that just doesn't work like that, he mumbled in your head.

You didn’t answer anything to that. You had no idea how it was supposed to work, but also had nothing against the way it was working now. If not for that bound, you wouldn’t know something was wrong with Calum.

You were running through the woods for some time, when you suddenly stopped in front of the tiny spring and started pacing along it in distress. The wolves ran forward and were coming back in circles around you.

What happened? Ashton asked treadding closer.

Can’t go further, you explained, feeling something stopping you and not letting cross the spring.

What? Why?

You huffed, looking around. It was a damn good question.

Let me guess, you said, we’re at the town border?

Ashton confirmed, wolves around him getting impatient.

Fucking shit, you hissed. Calum prohibited me to leave the town.

Okay, stay here, Ashton agreed far too easily. Less worries I’ll let my best friend’s mate die out of her stupidity.

Don’t even count on that, you stopped your pacing and brought up the memory of the pain you felt at first. The feeling of the ribs being broken, the fragile membranes of a lung being injured. All the despair and anger, you felt it all over again, letting the pain flood your mind, seeing red and not remembering anything besides pain, pain, pain...

You jumped over the spring and rushed forward in an attempt to run from all of that. Breaking your alpha’s order felt like breaking your spine, each backbone separately, but that didn’t change anything, your body already in too much pain to notice that. You heard the wolves following you suit, howls sounded behind you. You sank deeper into your wolf’s nature, feeling the pain step back and free some space for the animal instincts. 

Soon the run was over, you came out to the abandoned industrial looking building on the outskirts of the woods. Ashton came up to you again.

Alright, let’s say, four wolves go first and take over the watch if there’s any. Then we send…

You didn’t let him finish, jumping out of your shelter and rushing to the closest window. You heard Ashton ordered his pure bloods to protect you at any cost and felt them reaching you as fast as they could. You jumped into the window, which didn’t have any glass in it for what seemed like a decade at least.

It was shabby and dark inside. Smells of rot and dirt made you huff. You treadded down the hall, peeking around the corner. Two wolves were there, guarding the door to the other part of the building. You couldn’t even call that a room, the borders of it more of a metaphorical type in the ruins of it all. You had no time to even think what wolf to start with, as two pure bloods passed you and jumped each their own wolf. You strode past them and entered a much wider space. Was here a factory or something? You could see a weak light on the other side of the hall and rushed towards in, more wolves at your side. 

You didn’t see where these other wolves appeared from. One moment you were peacefully running to your goal, surrounded by your guard, and the next you found yourself in a middle of a wolves’ fight. You checked, that Ashton had more wolves than those who were attacking you, and speed up. They had they work, you had yours. 

The room wasn’t empty, just as you hoped. You saw Calum lying away still in his wolf shape. His beautiful black fur was covered in dirt and blood, his eyes were closed. But he was breathing, and for now that was enough. You turned to the man standing above him. A wolf in his human shape, holding a gun in his hand. You growled, stepping inside the room. The man looked at you.

“And the fuck are you?” he asked, stepping away from Cal and turning his gun at your. “This pack had no blue-eyed sluts, I’d known already,” he informed you, like you cared at all. 

You saw big scar running across his face, from his chin to the hairline. That was Ripper, you understood.

Please, just don’t do anything stupid, you heard Ashton asking behind you. 

“And the loyal best friend, just as I expected,” Ripper smiled, looking at Ashton. “What a lucky day. Will finally kill you both and have two packs to myself.”

You looked around the room while that dickhead was talking. Calum was far enough for you not to hurt him in the process. The bulb hanging rather low was the only source of light for Ripper. You scoffed, looking back at him. What a wolf would chose a humans’ weapon over his claws and fangs? He truly deserved everything you were about to do to him.

Go right, you told Ashton. 

He sniffed, not looking at you, displeased to get an order from an omega, but suppressed his nature and did as you said. Ripper, just as you thought, followed his movement, not thinking much of you. No one ever thought much of an omega.

As I jump, run behind his back and wait there, you instructed him. 

I’m not gonna hide, he owes me too much.

Okay, stay where you are and catch a bullet, you mentally rolled your eyes. Always the same story with alphas. Was nice knowing you, Ashton. 

And with that you jumped. Not at Ripper, you aimed at the bulb. It started swinning, shadows jumping on the wall, making it look like a dozen black devils were dancing around the room. As you expected, Ripper started shooting instantly. With satisfaction you noticed that Ashton whisked behind Ripper’s back. You were jumping in crankles, bending to the ground and trying not to catch a bullet yourself. You pushed off the wall in your last vault and aimed to Rippers hand with the gun. You knew you had close to no chances to avoid it, heard the gunshot when you were already in the air. Your teeth clenched around Ripper’s wrist at the same moment the bullet sank into your flesh. You heard the bones crunch and hoped those weren’t yours. Ripper shouted and tried to shake you off, the gun feel to the floor and shot one last time. 

Any holes in you yet? you asked Ashton as you landed on your paws in front of the yelling bastard and prepared to the next jump. 

Nope, you?

You didn’t answer, feeling the burning in your right paw. You jumped again, this time sinking your teeth in Ripper’s soft throat. Even his blood tasted disgusting, you thought, letting his body fall and thumping on his chest. He gurgled with his own blood for couple minutes more and finally died. 

You’re bleeding, said Ashton, coming closer and sniffing your paw.

Just a scratch.

The sounds of the fight were getting lower, Ashton’s wolves kicked away all the wolves of Ripper, as you understood. You looked at Calum, still lying in the far corner of the room. You heart clenched with worry for him and you stomach churned at the thought of what you were about to do. Not like you had that much of a choice, there was only one way of preventing anything like that happen again. You jumped on the Ripper’s breathless body and started tearing on his clothes with your claws. As you were done with fabric, you plunged your claws into his still warm chest. You helped with your fangs, opening his chest up, making sure blood splashed all around you. 

The fuck are you… you heard Ashton’s voice in your head, but blocked it. You knew how it looked like, but you had to do it. 

As you broke through the ribcage, you snatched his heart and ripped it out of his chest, dropping it on the floor nearby. One lung was thrown to the opposite wall, the other to the entrance. You were going on consistently, stomach, liver, both kidneys, his guts, throwing his insides around like in a crazy ritual. You glanced around, as you finished, checking the result. Just the type of picture Ripper deserved, you concluded, shifting back in your human form.

Blood was covering the most of your front and the pain in your arm grew stronger, no animals instincts to suppress that now. You heard Ashton shifting behind you, as you came up to Calum.

“Why would you do that?” Ashton asked, glancing in disgust at the scene you left. 

You carefully took Calum’s snout in your hands, feeling his warm steady breath on your palm. You saw something gleaming in the fur of his neck, stretched your left arm and pulled out a dart. 

“Why would you do that?” Ashton demanded an answer, towering over you.

“To leave a message,” you explained calmly. “And for your information, your alpha voice doesn’t work on me. Look here,” you added, showing him a dart. “He was sedated.”

Ashton nodded, “That explains it all. Cal would never be taken down so easily.”

You dropped the dart and stroke Calum’s neck, his black fur stinky, but still beautiful. 

“Can anybody of your men steal a car?” you asked Ashton, not looking up at him.

“I can,” you heard from the entrance.

You with Ashton both glanced there to find Andy gaping at the scene in the room.

“You said they came in a car,” you said, turning to Ashton again. “If we’re lucky, that car is not far from here. Please, be careful while carrying him there, his lung is fine for now and I’d much rather it stays like that.”

Ashton unexpectedly snorted. You looked at his face in confusion, trying to avoid looking at more intimate parts of his body.

“I thought Cal was exaggerating when he said you were a born alpha. But I see he meant every word he said,” he explained. You smiled shyly, hearing not judgement in Ashton’s voice, but more of a surprise and amusement. 

He turned back to Andy. “Did you find Luke and Mike?”

“Yeah, they were also sedated,” Andy confirmed and then continued with a smirk. “Lara almost bit off the heads of the wolves who were keeping them.”

“Women ripping throats for their wolves,” Ashton chuckled, looking around. “Tell me about it.”

“Andy, please, bring couple more men to take Calum,” you broke into their little conversation. 

You heard omega’s bare feet slopping on the concrete floor. 

“Please, take care of him,” you asked Ashton quietly. 

He looked at you, frown on his face. “What do you mean? You’re going with us.”

You shook your head. “I  need to take care of the others,” you answered. 

Three pure bloods entered the room. You stood up and took several steps from the Calum’s body to give them more space. They lifted your alpha and left without saying anything out loud, only Ashton’s head nodding told you they communicated differently. 

Ashton looked back at you. “They’ve gone, my wolves took care of that.”

“They will come back as soon as you leave, to see what happened to their alpha,” you retorted. “They can feel his death, but they’ll come back to check.”

“Calum is against killing,” Ashton still tried to talk you round. “And I agree with him.”

You looked at the alpha, quirking an eyebrow. “I don’t need them dead, Ashton, that’d be a stupid waste of resource. I need them alive and scared shitless, so they can take a word about a crazy wolf protecting the town and ripping alphas’ throats as far as possible. So no one ever crosses your borders without thinking twice beforehand.” 

Ashton smiled. “You are crazy,” he agreed, “but I like it. I’ll see you later.”

You watched him shift and run away from the room stinking of blood and dirty flesh. You shifted back into a wolf too and sat on the floor, preparing to wait. 

***

Calum opened his eyes, squinted and closed them again. The light wasn’t bright, only a table lamp under a grey lamp shade on, but it was still difficult for him to look. His head was hurting from the sedatives, as he thought. The dull pain in his side signaling of his ribs healing up. He couldn’t remember when he’d shifted back in the human form, but decided it was for the better, imagining the pain shock from the broken ribs. 

He listened to the sounds in the house, ground floor full of his pure bloods and some other wolves. He found Ashton and asked, concentrating his hardest on their mental bond, Have we lost anyone?

Calum sensed Ashton’s smile. You’re one lucky bastard, mate, his friend drawled with a giggle. Both packs are safe. Welcome back to the world of living!

Calum thanked his friend and gave couple of orders to his wolves and then turned to the little frame on his left.

You were the first thing he sensed as he woke. Not the pain, not the dizziness. You. 

You were sitting on the floor, your head on your crossed arms next to his hand, fast asleep. Your right shoulder tight up in bandages made Calum frown, questioning, where could you get it. You were in Calum’s clothes, too big for you and only accenting how delicate you were. No makeup on your face, little frown between your eyebrows. Calum wondered, what was bothering you in your dream. You were the most precious creature Calum has ever seen in his life, mating bond or not. You were the best thing in his life. And that’s why he had to let you go, no matter how much he was aching from that decision. 

You stirred soon, too soon for Calum’s liking, and raised your head, sleepy eyes shining with joy at the sight of Calum.

“How do you feel?” you asked, pushing some hair from his forehead. 

“Like I was beaten up and sedated,” Calum answered with a smirk.

“Pretty accurate,” you smiled at him.

He looked at your shoulder, “Where’s that from?”

You shrugged, “Don’t worry, it’s just a scratch.”

You just sat there, looking at him, basking in the serenity of the moment. Although, you felt Calum had something on his mind.

“Have you been here long?” he asked finally.

“Almost since you were brought back,” you answered, omitting how much of an almost and looking at the dark skies outside his windows, “which has been a day already, I think.”

“Sorry for worrying you,” Calum mumbled, stroking his chin. 

“No worries, I knew you’re tough enough,” you shrugged, sensing there was more to his apologies, than just worrying you with his injury.

“I can’t do this to you anymore, love,” he whispered, looking at your hands on his bed covers. “I can’t force you into being mine.”

“What?” you exhaled, looking at him in shock.

Calum met your eyes and said, “You can leave the town now. Can go away if you want. I won’t be bothering you and won’t try to stop you if you decide to move away.” He sighed and went on, while you were trying to comprehend his words, your brain went numb suddenly. “And I’m sorry for what happened in your apartment yesterday. You didn’t deserve such attitude, and I’m really sorry that I tried to force you into it with sex.” 

You kept gaping at him in total disbelief, feeling a mindblowing mix of fury and adoration raising inside you. 

“You’re such a fucking idiot, Calum!” you whispered, shaking your head. “You haven’t understood, have you? It’s never been up to you if I stay or go. I’m here, because I want to be.”

He looked at you just as surprised as you were, looking at him a minute ago. 

“Don’t you wanna know how exactly your pack found you?” you asked, feeling the anger overcome all the tenderness you had for your alpha.

“They tracked me down,” he shrugged, giving you the most obvious answer. 

You huffed, pushed off the bed and lifted his shirt you were wearing, not caring if you were showing off your breast. His eyes found what you revealed for him fast enough. You saw his plump lips round in a silent ‘oh’. 

“Where’s that from?” he asked, as you lowered the shirt.

“That’s from your broken ribs,” you said what he was already proceeding. 

“But this is…”

“Imposible? Yeah, guess our mating bond went a little deeper than anyone’s expected,” you huffed.

Calum looked up at you again, his eyes are even more full of sorrow than before. “You felt it?”

“All of it,” you confirmed, not trying to sugarcoat it for him. “I was the one to find you, Calum. I broke your fucking order not to leave the city to come for you and trust me when I say that shit hurt almost as much as your broken ribs. I caught a bullet for you. Hell, I killed for you, Calum. Not for you to tell me to leave now,” you finished.

“You killed someone?” he asked, completely taken aback by your tirade. “Who?”

“The Ripper guy, or what was his name,” you shrugged, showing it was the least important thing right now. 

Calum shook his head, muttering, “Unbelievable.”

You shrugged again, “He was standing over you with a loaded gun, not like I had much of a choice there.”

“I’m not saying he didn’t deserve it,” Calum said, his voice slightly defensive, “I’m just  surprised, is all.”

“Well, would gladly do it again, if I could,” you growled, pouting and crossing your arms on the chest and instantly wincing from the pain in your side and arm.

Calum huffed and with an effort sat up, leaning on the headboard.

“Hey, no no no, lie back down, your ribs are still…” you tried to stop him, your pout immediately forgotten.

“Comere,” he motioned on the bed, interrupting your mumbling. 

“You need rest,” you protested, your voice weak. You wanted to come closer to him, to feel his hands on your. But the memory of his wounds and the pain he went through was still fresh.

“Bring your pretty ass up here!” he snapped at you.

You sighed and sat up on the bed as careful not to touch him as you could. Calum rolled his eyes at this, leaned forward, flinching at the pain in his body, grabbed your arm and pulled, making you straddle his lap. He hugged you with both hands, buried his face in your hair, which probably smelled of his shampoo, and finally relaxed.

“Thank you,” he whispered, “for coming for me and saving me. Though, I’d rather you didn’t need to kill anyone for me.”

“He had it coming, threatening my alpha,” you whispered back with a smile.

“You’re a maddening, maddening woman,” Calum sighed into the crook of your neck.

You sat like that for some time, holding each other and tasting the lack of heartache between the two of you. No hard thoughts, no regrets poisoning your bond anymore. You caressed his head, his hair soft under your touch, and looked at him. His lips were too close not to touch them, just once, only for a moment. The kiss grew deeper, soon you were diving in it, making your lungs ache for air. Calum’s arms squeezed your frame, making you writhe from the pain and still asking for more. Soon you felt him getting harder under you.

“Calum, stop,” you asked, it took all of your restrain to detach your lips from his.

He shook his head, reaching for you, “Need you.”

“You need to rest, so your broken ribs can actually grow back together,” you tried to argue. 

“My ribs are fine, comere,” Calum pressed his crotch to your clothed centre, his lips assaulting your neck. 

“You’re insatiable,” you giggled, his lips tickling on your skin. “Calum, stop, I’m not fucking you in a house full of your wolves.”

Calum looked up at you and smiled devilishly. “I sent them away while you were still sleeping.”

You listened to the house. And instantly understood he was right. The fridge was gurgling in the kitchen and Calum’s dog was shifting in his sleep on the couch. Apart from that the house was silent. It was empty. How come you didn’t hear it? 

“You still need rest,” you tried again.

“I still need you,” Calum smirked and pushed you a little back in an attempt to get on you, but you pushed him back. You huffed, giving in. 

“Let me ride you,” you whispered, sitting up and sliding from him. 

“Where you’re going, baby?” Calum pulled you back.

“Wanna fuck me through your sweats?” you snarled back, wiggling out of the pants.

Calum chuckled. “Watch your mouth,” he warned, as you straddled him again. He already lowered the covers and his underwear and you sank straight on his dick.

You both lost your breathes at the first moment, feeling too intense, mixed with pain and pure euphoria of belonging to each other. Calum’s hands slipped under his own shirt, covering you now, to stroke your body, help you keep the balance. You whimpered quietly and lifted yourself, sliding back down and letting him go deeper. You were going slow, as slow as you only could, savouring the feeling. Calum was kissing you deep, his tongue moving in unison with your rocking on him. His hands were torturing your breasts and clenching on your butt. He didn’t try to rush you, taking all you were ready to give, whispering how you were his in your hair, inhaling your confirmations along with your moans. You felt like you lost yourself, becoming a part of him forever. Until you found yourself again, shattered to million little pieces, shimmering with bright happiness.

The sky was getting blue as you two lay in your bliss, your head on Calum’s shoulder. 

“How bad is it?” Calum asked quietly, rubbing your bandage.

“Told you, just a scratch. The bullet barely brushed,” you whispered back, kissing his skin. You felt he had something on his mind again and waited for him to spill.

Calum sighed and asked after a while, “What now?”

“Hm?” you lifted your head up to see him better. “What now?”

“I mean-” Calum stumbled, looking away. “Do you still need time? Can I bring you to the pack? What are we doing now?”

You giggled, amused to see your big bad alpha so indecisive and unsure. 

“Why is everyone laughing?” Calum groaned, rolling his eyes. “What’s so damn funny in all of this for you?”

You hid your smile on his chest, not missing the opportunity to peck on his collar bones.

“Don’t you think we started from the wrong end?” you asked only to be met with his confused sight. “You’re expecting me to spend the rest of my life with you, Calum. How about asking a girl out on a proper date?”

“What, sit in a restaurant, discussing worst childhood memories and favourite books?” he asked skeptically.

“Yes,” you nodded. “And also the names of first pets, what foods we’re allergic to and what political party we vote for.”

Calum let out a short laugh. He raised up a little and pecked your nose. “A date it is then.”

Then he lay back down and closed his eyes, pulling you in closer. You put your head down on his shoulder and closed your eyes too, ready to drift off to sleep. 

Instead you saw a parking lot and a pure blood demanding of your attention. You froze, shivers crept up your spine, the realization striking you. Matt was in the town and wanted to see you. How the fuck could you forget about that?

“You alright?” Calum asked, feeling you shift uncomfortably, his voice thick and sleepy.

“Yeah, just, understood I have to be at work in several hours,” you lied.

“Call in sick,” Calum offered.

You mumbled something what you hoped sounded as an agreement, wishing you could just as easily call in sick to your past, which seemed to finally reach you this time.

***

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“it is your fault, alpha. all your fault”. and he stands up & carries her upstairs, ties her facedown to the bed with a spreader bar, and lights up a cigarette. gets up to her face, blows smoke in her face and she coughs a lil, & he patronizes her. tells her bratty girls get spanked, and beats that ass till it’s red and raw. unties her, flips her over (ouch), and she thinks her punishment is over. it’s not. he grabs her jaw, forces his thumb in her mouth to open it & spits in her mouth. (5/?)

he eyes her expectantly, until she says “thank you alpha” he says “there’s my good girl” and he eats her out & makes her cum a few times (cause even though she was bad, she’s still his omega who he has to take care of) & when he fucks her, he goes hard, she’s crying it’s so good. and when he knots her is when the aftercare starts. he flips them over so he’s on the bottom, and pulls her down so she’s facedown on his chest. “you’re such a good girl for me, my sweet omega. so, so good” (6/?)

“my sweet girl, love you so much. so good for me.” and she’s mewling from the praise. he’s kissing her head, absolutely loving her up. and when his knot goes down, he lays her down on her stomach, and rubs ointment on her, brings her a snack and a drink. helps her eat & drink, while sitting on the floor beside the bed. he dotes on her all that night & the next few days. he loves his sweet little omega so much, but he’s a sadist and he also loves hurting her. also I forgot to mention (7/?)

that when he fucks her, right before he knots his eyes turn red (like the alpha thing) and she completely submits to him. she would do anything for him, even more so because she knows he’d never make her do something she wasn’t okay with. he just loves his baby so much, doesn’t want her stressing over anything. (8/8)

...Okay so FIRST of all this came through while I was struggling through pages of notes and let me tell you it did NOT help me at all to think about Calum trying to get my attention like that and then fucking me raw but god we love a mean dom? He’d probably make her get on her hands and knees with her legs spread so he could spank her ass more easily and hold her hair if her arms started to go and he’d be so mEAN like running his hand over her ass as it’s radiating heat like “aw, looks like that hurts, babygirl” and then smack her right on top of a raw spot so she howls and shit like “gotta take what’s coming to you, baby, can’t blame this on me, can you? take your punishment” and like it would lowkey be so you can’t sit down to study for the next WEEK without thinking of him

Calum’s mouth latches onto your pussy and you feel like you’re on fire from how amazing it feels. You fall onto the bed enjoying the way his tongue and lips work you over simultaneously and you grind yourself against his mouth. Calum hums and you move your arms down as if in an angel wing making motion and he laces your fingers together.

Calum licks up and down your folds in a hungry fashion, moaning and groaning as he does and it only makes staccato moans sound from your own lips. Your eyes roll back into your head when he covers every surface with his tongue and suckles on your clit until you’re coming undone.

You’re arching your back so far off the bed that only your head and ass are on the surface. You’re preening at the feeling of another orgasm and Calum shows no sign of slowing down.

“Mmm, mmm,” he moans, his jaw working furiously and you’re screaming his name.

Your toes curl harshly, you squeeze his fingers painfully and you stop breathing as you revel in the intensity of your pleasure. Calum licks you up slowly as your back lowers onto the bed again. Your limbs feel heavy as you exhale your breath and unclench your toes.

“You taste as good as you smell, beta,” he mumbles.

When you think he’s going to glide his sexy self back to you, he gives you one more lick, then a few more until he hums in satisfaction. You’re left throbbing and sensitive and yet somehow still hungry for more.

“Stop calling me that,” you sigh with a pout.

“Does my beta not like that?” he teases pulling on your lip.

“No, Alpha I don’t,” you retort back and Calum’s jaw snaps shut. You grin. He doesn’t like being called by titles either. “Oh, the big bad Alpha doesn’t like that either, huh?”

“Watch it,” he growls, his eyes flashing. Again, you hear the command in his tone but it doesn’t affect you like it should. Yes, you’re his Beta but you’re also his mate and that makes you equal in ranks.

“Or what, Alpha?” you smile sweetly cocking your head to the side.

“Let me show you how big—“ he pushes himself inside you and you gasp at the stretch but moan in pleasure when he nearly pulls out all the way. “—and bad—“ he thrusts in again to the hilt and your body jerks backwards on the bed “---I can be.”

Calum grabs hold of your knees pushing your legs up to your chest, his hands have a firm grip on your shins as he pounds ruthlessly into you. He glides in and out so easily and with perfect precision it isn’t long until you’re a moaning mess beneath him again.

“There you go, moan for me baby,” he encourages, balls slapping against your skin. “You’re coming for me again already? Hm, should we see how many times you can?”

You squeak your response and he releases your legs and they unfold like an accordion. Calum’s hand squeezes your breast while he rests on his other forearm and fucks into you long and deep. You moan with each push inside, eyes closed as your belly bubbles in heat.

He feels your orgasm around him and then he’s pulling out and flips you over onto your back. He pulls you up by your hips and slides in without warning, his name screaming from your lips. Your face is buried in his sheets, his scent surrounds you and you spread your knees wider so he can fuck into you faster.

He growls above you and your fingers expel from the sheets as orgasm after orgasm rolls and tosses throughout your body. You feel sweat slip down your spine and Calum smacks your ass a few times, the sound echoing in his room.

“Feel so fucking good,” he grunts and jack hammers into you faster and faster.

You’re mewling his name and jerking your body back into his so he hits the right spot each time. Calum pulls out of you and you feel hot ropes cascade onto your back and shoulders. Calum’s groans and pants makes your pussy throb as he releases his load onto you. His fingers release your hips and you collapse onto the bed, body heavy and tingly.

Then you feel a cool cloth on your skin followed by his hot pillowy lips on your spine.

“You’re incredible, pretty Beta,” he mumbles on your shoulder.

You roll over heavily, eyes taking him in. You want to lean up on your shoulder but your body is so spent that you can just lie there admiring this Alpha before you. His blond locks are in every which way from your fingers tugging on them. There’s a sheen of sweat on his brown and all along his chest.

“You’re out of this world, Alpha,” you say, traipsing your fingers down his torso. His muscles clench at your touch. “We broke the rules, you know. We weren’t supposed to do this until night two.”

“I’m an Alpha and we Imprinted,” he says gruffly and pulls you close. His thumb is on your chin and you trace his lower lip with the tip of your finger. “We can do whatever the hell we want.”

He kisses you then, this kiss is slower but still filled with passion and lust. It’s more of a warm glow than a fiery burn and yet your body still craves more of him. Your leg hooks over his hip and then he’s inserting himself inside you once more. You moan from the sensitivity and equal amounts of pleasure.

“Happy Lupercalia,” you whimper just as he rolls you over onto your back.

He fucks into you deep and slow, with lingering kisses in between the two of you marking up each other’s neck. An Imprint sign, so that when (or if) you leave his bed, everyone will know to whom you both belong.

• • • •

***

You’d been riding a guy’s dick for ten minutes straight already. You legs were starting to hurt, yet you were nowhere near to your orgasm. You were bouncing in a steady rhythm, your hands on your own hips, head a little thrown back. You closed your eyes, trying to concentrate on the feeling of the thick cock inside of you. The guy, whose name you wouldn’t remember for the dear life, was holding your waist to help you grind. He wasn’t kissing your breasts as you’d like, wasn’t even palming them, too busy enjoying the fact that the hot girl from the club was riding him right now. But he had a hard dick and that was enough for now.

You leaned forward and put all your weight on your left arm, sliding your right hand down your body to you clit. You started rubbing circles on it, bringing the guy to the extase by the mere view of you doing it. But you cared only about cumming right now. The new angle made you change the rhythm of your moving, your ass motioning smoothly against guy’s hips. You felt his dick going deeper inside you. The sensation was so good, yet not completely enough. You closed your eyes and tried to distance from the guy’s moans. You’ve learned already there was only one way for you to reach the high, so you let your memory bring him back again.

You almost whimpered at the pictures flashing through your mind. His dark skinned torso under you, his tattoos on display. His hands grabbing on your tits as he’s moving up to suck on your nipple. His plump lips on your clit.

That memory of his lips was the last drop. You could swear you remembered how they felt on each part of your body he kissed that night. You cried out and came on guy’s dick thinking about the sex with alpha which happened more than a week ago. You let the guy move you under him and chase his release, riding your high through it.

When you both were done, you just put your clothes back on, smiled to his offer to stay for the second round and left his place without looking at him twice. You felt the same pit in your stomach as before the sex and you knew the second round wouldn’t help you with it. Nothing would.

You sighed as you entered your apartment, kicking off your shoes and slipping off of your dress. That was the fourth guy in a week. You didn’t even feel ashamed, at this point it became almost science. You were gathering statistics, and for now it was frustrating.

You got into the shower, hot streams of water soothing your skin a little, while you were trying to get your mind straight. You fucked four guys in the last six days. You’d never been innocent, you had to admit, but that was a record even for you. And every time it was the same. No matter how good they were in bed, you couldn’t cum without thinking of the alpha. And after the sex it seemed like your hunger got even stronger.

Just like now. You sighed and rested your head against cold tiles. You’ve had a dick inside of you less than half an hour ago. Yet here you were, horny as ever, wishing for the certain hands sliding down your body right now instead of your own. You closed your eyes and gave in. You knew it wouldn’t help you, but you couldn’t resist images of him in the shower with you. You almost felt his hot breath on your shoulder, could hear him groaning in your ear. Your hand didn’t even stop at your clit, fingers going straight into your pussy. Your imagination was already painting you a picture of him pounding in you from behind, his hips slapping at your ass, his hands wandering up to your breasts and then down again to squeeze your ass. He’d be going fast, no tenderness in his movements, each of his thrusts making you stand on your tiptoes. He’d be too caught up in the feeling of your tight pussy around him to even kiss your shoulder as he’d done minutes before, just breathing through his clenched teeth next to your neck, growling at how fucking good you were.

You felt your walls clenching around your fingers, coming in no time, whining so loudly, even water couldn’t muffle the sound. When you could breathe again, you slided down the wall on your shower floor. You clasped your legs, hiding your face in your knees, letting water hit on your back. Was that how it was going to be now? Were you finally doomed? You’d felt the hunger like that before, once, many years ago. That was the moment it all finished for you in the wolves’ world.

You sobbed and felt the salt in the water on your face. There was only one explanation of what was going on with you. But fuck you if you were ready to believe in it. Because if it was, what you were afraid it was… Well, it meant the end for your life as you knew it. So was it the end of you?

Was he the end of you?

***

Calum frowned in his own coffee cup.

He was sitting in his car, outside Ashton’s house, waiting for his best friend, who was late as usual. The hour was too early to function, honestly, and they had a long, boring and difficult meeting with the potential partners in front of them. But that wasn’t the reason of his frowning.

Truth to be told, Cal was off the whole past week. And he would lie if he said, it hadn’t started with him waking up alone and finding out his little omega had just left him. He knew the trick, been putting it up himself one too many times. But she was the first woman who did it to him, and Calum didn’t like the feeling at all. How did she leave without waking him up? How come he didn’t hear her, when several hours before all his feelings had been tuned up with her. But as hard as that pill was, he swallowed it. She didn’t want anything more than one night. Deal, he was on the same page. Not even starting with the fact, that he’d never bothered with omegas. It was supposed to be one night only. Just to satisfy his hunger and interest. And even though her ability to just leave him in the morning regardless of what her omega nature might have demanded from her, still kept his interest up, Calum almost came to terms with the idea of just letting her go.

Almost. One tiny detail still torturing him. He could smell her. Every moment of every damn day since that night he was feeling her scent. In his bed (obviously, as he didn’t change the sheets, but only because he had no time, of course, and not because he wanted to feel her smell), everywhere he went (like he smelled of her now), and especially in his car. That was probably his imagination, he went to the car wash the very next day. Just the memory of her sucking his dick while he’d been driving was making the feeling so intense. But he couldn’t really smell her, that’s for sure. She lived in a different part of the town and Calum tried his hardest to avoid any possibility of crossing ways with her. Still, he smelled her. And it was already driving him mad.

“I know I’m late, shut up,” dropped Ashton, climbing on a passenger’s seat and grabbing his coffee.

Calum didn’t even look at his friend, too deep in his own thoughts. He just started his car and left the parking lot.

“So, I took a look of their offer last night,” Ashton started couple minutes and half of his coffee later, “and it’s total bullshit. I just hope they also understand it. We’re not going to have any business with them on such terms.”

Calum only hummed to that, trying to concentrate on the road.

“Let’s just be civilized, yeah?” Ashton continued. “I’m sure I’ll be able to come to the agreement with them in a diplomatic way. No need to go full on alpha on them from the beginning,” he chuckled.

“As you say,” his friend nodded.

“What’s with you today?” asked Ashtin, finally sparing his friend a concerned look. “And what’s that smell?” he went on, scrunching his face.

Calum’s frown grew deeper, as he looked at Ashton peeking around his car.

“What smell?” he asked with suspicious, stopping at the traffic light.

The very next moment Ashton opened his glove box and choked on his coffee.

“What the fuck, Cal?”

Calum bent to the glove box and let a quiet laugh, as he understood, what Ashton was talking about. Her underwear was crumpled and shoved into his glove box next to his documents and some car stuff, spreading around the wonderful smell of her sweet pussy.

“So I haven’t imagined her smell,” he muttered, sitting back up and setting the car in motion as the light turned green. He felt his mood lightening up.

“Care to explain why you have some omega’s panties in your car?” hissed Ashton, shutting the glove box.

Cal looked at his friend, cocky smirk back on his face. “And why do you think, Ash?”

Ashton rolled his eyes. “I’m not about the gory details, you smartass! I’m about the fact, that you don’t do omegas!”

Calum only shrugged to that. Seriously though, how much did he need to explain to answer that simple question.

“What I find much more interesting, is that you can actually smell she’s omega, yet at the party couple weeks ago you couldn’t even smell she was a wolf,” he noted, again concentrating on his driving. Though he couldn’t help looking at Ashton’s shocked expression.

“That omega? How did it happen?”

“Like you don’t know how it happens,” Calum rolled his eyes and got a hit on his shoulder. “Hey, if you haven’t noticed, I’m driving!”

“No, you’re being a dick,” argued Ashton. “Who is she?”

Calum sighed. “She’s from the north, we tracked her to the last city she lived in, but couldn’t find her original pack. If she had a pack, she must have left it many years ago. Lives among humans, has no contacts to wolves at all.”

“Why?”

“Have no idea,” Calum shrugged. He never really questioned that. He knew this world was full of lonely wolves like her, more often women than men, for that matter. And her lifestyle didn’t surprise him a bit, it only made everything easier. No pack meant no problems in bringing her to his pack. And even though she did leave him that morning, something in Calum made him sure that possibility still existed.

“So you were looking for her?” Ashton continued his questioning, more than just intrigued by the thoughtfulness on his friend’s face.

“Maybe,” Calum quirked an eyebrow.

“Why?”

Calum shrugged, searching for a place to park his car. “Couldn’t really shake her out of my mind.”

Ashton nodded, fully satisfied with that explanation. He finished his coffee and threw another careful look at Calum. “Do you think she may be…?” he didn’t finish the question, knew Calum hated the word.

“I’m trying not to think about it,” Calum admitted. He stopped the car and looked around the street.

“Yeah, but what if she is?”

Calum sighed and turned to his friend. “Then I’m fucked, Ash.”

With that he got out of car, leaving Ashton laugh at him inside.

***

The clinking of the elevator was probably the only sound on this floor, as you were probably the only person left in the building. It was past midnight, and saying you were tired would be an understatement. You were exhausted with the amount of work you’d been doing, the lack of sleep and feeling horny permanently. You’d stopped your sexual escapades lately, getting they were only making it worse and tried another method, abstinence. This didn’t help either, but at least you were getting some extra sleeping time. You were on the verge of tears this last couple days which never happened to you before, and considered you were going mad in much less joking manner.

You opened an Uber app as the elevator doors opened and started to enter your address. You were too sleepy and distracted this morning to drive, so you left your car in it’s parking lot and relied on the Uber. You heard heavy steps behind you and hurried to tap on the order button, switch off your phone screen and get into the elevator. To you dismay, Nick was fast enough to get in the elevator before the doors closed. You kept your sigh inside and tried to act it cool. You didn’t talk much since you rejected him in the bar that night, only if you had no way to avoid it. You leaned on the elevator wall and closed your eyes. You felt he wasn’t going to miss this opportunity, yet you were praying for him to keep his mouth shut.

“Didn’t know you were staying so late,” he started. You clenched your teeth and just shrugged, trying to show you weren’t up to the talking.

“I actually have a question for you,” Nick carried on.

Of fucking course you do, you thought, sighing and opening your eyes. “Can I avoid answering it?” you asked out loud.

“Don’t think so,” Nick shook his head, you heard anger in his voice. “I just still don’t get what you’re up to.”

“Excuse me?” you frowned, questioning again if sex with him was really good enough to bear with all of this now.

“You said, you don’t look for anything serious.”

“No, I don’t.”

“So you’re just fucking around?”

You smirked, “What a rude way to state it.”

The elevator clinked again and the doors opened. You entered the spacious hall, feeling Nick’s intense glare on your back.

“So what about that guy from the bar then?” he kept interrogating you.

“What guy from the bar?” you asked tiredly, god knows there were enough guys from the bars in the last several days.

“That night, when you told me you weren’t interested. You left with the guy,” Nick explained as they left the building and came out to the parking.

“And what about him?” you sighed and opened the uber app to check how far was the car. The next moment you felt the urge to shove your phone against the concrete pavement. You made a spelling mistake in your address and the app was politely asking you to check it. There was no car ordered.

“Is he your boyfriend?” Nick came around and stood right in front of you, demanding an answer.

“I don’t do boyfriends,” you shook your head, correcting the mistake in your address.

“But he kissed you like he owned you.”

Your fingers froze over the phone. You couldn’t fight the smile brought by the memory. He did kiss you like he owned you. And of course your imagination went off at the mere thought of alpha, you swear you could smell him in the night wind.

“So?” Nick questioned again.

You switched off your phone again and looked up at him. Unexpectedly, you met a pair of dark brown eyes instead of Nick’s light blue.

“So what?” asked alpha behind Nick’s back.

Your senses went wild the moment you heard his voice. You could hear alpha’s steady calm breath and human’s heart running faster with every other second, smelled alpha’s scent enveloping you, felt sour smell of Nick’s fear and the unholy sweet smell of your own juices. You saw alpha’s eyes brighten a little with lust as he met your stare.

Nick slowly turned back and looked at the other man. Alpha was slightly taller, but it felt like he was leaning over the human. You looked at Nick’s fingers trembling a little. If you were him, you’d be scared too.

“Back off, man, it’s a private conversation,” Nick scoffed.

You raised your eyebrows in surprise. Sure, Nick had no idea who he was talking to, but still having enough courage to say something like this at this level of fear was impressive. The roar didn’t leave alpha’s chest, but was loud enough for your ears. You felt wetness between your thighs immediately. Oh, what would you do for that roar.

“Why don’t you back off, man, of the lady who’s already said she’s not interested in you?” alpha pointed out with a smug look on his face.

“And how exactly is that your business? Are you her guy or what?”

You groaned inaudibly.

Alpha made one more step towards Nick. “You have no idea, who I am,” he said in a low voice.

You knew there was no way they finished that testosterone rush themselves.

“Nick,” you said, touching his shoulder, “just leave, please.”

He turned to you, looking offended and betrayed. “Fuck you both,” he muttered and set off to his car. A minute later you were left face to face with the alpha, Nick’s car rushing through the quiet streets of sleeping town.

Alpha smiled at you. “That’s why sleeping with humans isn’t a good idea,” he said, the same smugness in his voice.

“Says the guy who fucked how many human girls exactly?” your voice was sweet as sugar venom and you didn’t even try to fight your smile as you congratulated yourself of wiping his smirk off his stupidly gorgeous face.

You opened the uber app for what seemed a thousandth time that night.

“You don’t need that, I’ll give you a ride,” he said and you felt his hand on your arm, motioning you to turn in the direction of his car. He took couple steps towards it and froze, realising you weren’t following. “Omega?” he asked, looking back at you. You looked at him, you almost considered his offer. But you knew getting in his car was a bad idea, probably, the worst ever. The were reasons you left him the morning after. And those reasons didn’t disappear.

“First, I told you I’m not your omega. So stop calling me this. Second, I’m not getting in your car.”

You met his irritated look, your eyes cold and not giving anything away. His reaction was anything but what you were expecting. He chuckled at you and shook his head. “You’re so mistaken.”

You felt anger rise inside. “About what exactly?”

“Everything,” he stated simply. “Plus, you left something in my car the last time you were there. Wanna get it back?” same cocky smile back on his lips.

“Nah, that was a present,” you smiled back and switched your attention back to your phone.

“Well, then, thank you,” he muttered coming back up to you and taking your phone from your hands.

“What now?” you asked, exhaustion filling your voice.

“I told you, you don’t need it.”

“Well that’s just childish,” you said, pointing to your phone in his hand.

“Look who’s talking,” he rolled his eyes on you. “Now get your pretty ass in the car.”

You shrugged, said, “Enjoy the view of my pretty ass then,” turned in the opposite direction and started walking up to the park on the far corner of the street. You heard him exhale irritatedly and follow your steps.

“What now? You think you can just walk away from me?”

“Watch me,” you dropped not even looking back. He would hear you anyway, you knew.

“Come on, omega! I’m bigger and faster and stronger. You can’t just run away from me.”

You snorted to that. “Funny how you think it has anything to do with you. I just wanna get home, alone, lacking the company of you, Nick or anybody else.”

You stepped onto the park grass and kicked off your high heeled shoes. The grass under your feet felt magically, the ground still warm from a hot day, little drops of dew tickling on your toes. You dropped your purse not stopping for a moment, knowing full well he was following you. You had no intention of coming back to his bedroom, but you had to pay him back for stealing your phone and trying to force you into anything. You walked to the tall trees deeper inside the park and started to unzip your dress. The moment you were sure no one except the alpha was possibly able to see you, you picked on the hem of your dress and pulled it up. You dropped your dress on the ground, turning back and looking at the alpha, his stare wander over your body covered now only in a set of navy lingerie. You heard him hiss and saw the bulge forming in his pants at the sight of your body in the street lamps’ light.

“You know you can be arrested for this?” he said, his voice low. You heard danger in his tone and felt shivers running up your back.

“And who’s gonna arrest me? You?” you mocked him, raising your hands up behind your back and unclasping your bra, which fell on the ground next to your dress.

You basked in the way he was looking at you, with hunger and lust in his eyes. You knew you held all the power that moment, could ask for pretty much anything. Yet that would be too easy of a victory for you.

“Like what you see?” you asked, smiling devilishly at him.

He didn’t answer anything, just rubbed his chin, his eyes not leaving you for a moment. So you just bent and pulled your panties all the way down your legs until you were completely bare in front of him. You stood back up, stepped out of your panties, leaving them with the rest of your clothes on the grass and stepped back into the clearing behind the trees. You stopped right under the rays of moonlight coming through branches and painting your skin silver and looked again at the alpha. He took couple of steps in your direction, you heard blood rush in his veins, knew he was hardly holding back. So you just smiled at him, licked your lips and shifted.

You felt defocused for a moment, almost lost your balance, finally standing on all four legs after so many years. But it was only a moment, wolf’s instincts taking over you. You got used to hiding the memory of the feeling so deep inside of you, yet it was never forgotten. You felt so damn free, so happy, so beautiful. You inhaled the night air and turned your face to the other wolf. Alpha was standing on the same spot, looking at you in awe. He took another moment to memorize the way your silver fur was glowing in the moonlight and started to unbuckle his belt.

You knew you had so much of a head start before he’d shift and come after you. You spared him one last look and set in motion. You ran through the park, which almost felt like forest, if not for the city smells and the lack of true forest noises. You could hear alpha behind you before you reached the other side of the park. His paws hit the ground heavier than yours, but with the same speed. You sniffed and raised your speed. You crossed the road as fast as you could and whisked into one of backyards, away from street lamps and late night walkers. You heard him run closer up to you, his roar following you suit. He was an alpha and you assumed he might happen to be pretty fast. But you weren’t your father’s fastest wolf for nothing. So you let go of your fears and all of the issues you had with your wolf nature and just ran, as fast as you could, jumping over fences and enjoying every moment of your freedom.

You heard him slowing down soon enough, not even halfway through the distance. You didn’t flatter yourself with the idea that you really were faster than him. You knew alpha could reach you if he really wanted. He decided to let you go, maybe surprised by your speed, but not outrun by you. Soon you lost his smell, and by the time you came closer to your block of flats, you felt like the only wolf under the moon.

You sneaked a glance on your front door from the dark corner of the building, realising how not thought through was your plan. Sure, you teased alpha, but how you were supposed to get into the building now in a wolf shape and without the keys? Shifting back in a human’s form here on the street wasn’t a good idea either. Even if some lunatic type of neighbour of yours would be coming in or out of the building, how would you explain your naked ass outside at this hour?

You straddled back behind the corner of the building, sat down on the cold pavement and tried to think, which wasn’t easy in a wolf’s shape. One part of you, the bigger one at the moment, was convinced there was nothing better than spending the night under the stars, you just needed to find a softer piece of ground. But this part also wanted to howl at the moon, so you weren’t sure you should have listened to it. There was also one more part of you, made of instincts and dark desires, pulling you to the opposite side of the town, to one certain spacious house. It longed to crawl inside and fall to the feet of the alpha. Though there was no chance you’d listen to that part of yours either. The human part of you raised your head up, to where the fire escape was.

You stood up and tried to aim for the first landing. It was pretty high for a wolf, but four attempts finally brought you there. You had no trouble then, knowing well the door to the fire escape on your floor was never locked. You easily turned off the lights in the corridor, and needed no more than ten seconds to shift back into human, snatch your emergency key and whisk inside your apartment. There you leaned on the door and exhaled. There definitely were certain perks of being a human in a humans’ world.

You realised you left to alpha your phone and purse with all your stuff along with the keys. Thank fuck, your car keys were safely on the table near the door, as you didn’t drive that day. But you really wanted the other stuff back. You rolled your eyes at your own impulsiveness, questioning if teasing the alpha was really worth all the trouble. But you were too tired and agitated to think about it right now. You thought you won’t be able to sleep, your mind rushing with everything that happened today, but the exhaustion soon lulled you into much desired oblivion, leaving all the worries for the morning after.

***

Calum was running back to the park, sniffing at the city smells. He hated shifting inside the town, too many noises and severe smells for the wolf’s senses. But, he had to admit, tonight’s show was totally worth it.

Damn omega was driving him crazy. Calum was positive he never felt this kind of attraction to anyone in his life. And in a wolf shape these feelings only intensified. She was so beautiful, as a human and as a wolf. And she was doomed, just like him, no matter how fast she was running away from it.

As he stepped back into the park, he felt something was different. He couldn’t see or hear anything, but his instincts were on a verge. And Calum learned to trust his instincts long time ago. He slowed down and tried to keep closer to the trees. The first thing he noticed was clear grass, no sight of their clothes anywhere. Calum would have lied, if he’d said he didn’t think about some late wanker stealing their stuff, though he did hope it wouldn’t happen. But there was something else. Calum froze on the spot and lowered his head, trying to get the smell of whatever was lingering on the other side of the park.

“Seriously, dude?” Ashton’s voice was like a thunder in the silence of the night. “Gonna sniff me?”

Calum straightened and walked out of his shelter. Low roar was the answer to Ashton’s grunt. The wolf came up to his friend and looked around, then looked up at Ash in a silent questions.

“They’re in my car,” Ashton answered with a sigh. “Let’s go.”

He walked to his car, Calum running nearby and opened the backseat door. By the time Ashton got to the driver seat, he already had a naked six feet dude in the back.

“The fuck you were thinking?” he started as Cal got into his pants. “Shifting in the middle of a town? Are you completely out of your freaking mind?”

Calum pulled his shirt on and looked at his friend in a rearview mirror, quirking an eyebrow.

“You know the answer to that question.”

Ashton turned back and looked at Calum with all the anger he had right now. Sadly, his friend had just bent down to tie up his shoes, so Ashton had only his nape to burn through. “Since when do you think with your balls, man?”

Cal chuckled and looked up. “She’s in a heat.”

“Wait, what?” Ashton choke on his own words.

“She’s in a heat,” his friend repeated in a calm voice, putting on his jacket and checking the pockets.

“You sure?”

“Yeah, could smell her even while she was yet in a building.”

“Well, then excuse me, but why isn’t she fucking your brain out right now?”

“It didn’t hit her fully yet,” Calum leaned back on the seat and finally looked straight at Ashton, cocky smile on his lips. “I guess, will do in a couple of days. I think she still doesn’t understand what’s going on.”

Ashton nodded, they kept silent for couple of moments.

“So that means…” Ash started.

“Yeah,” Calum returned hastily.

Suddenly Ashton clapped his hands and bursted out laughing. “You are so fucked, my boy!”

“Not yet,” Calum snorted, “but intent to be soon, thank you very much.”

He looked at a pile of her clothes, carefully put together by Ashton. He didn’t know where this feeling came from, but he knew it wasn’t going to be easy for him. He knew she wasn’t going to be easy for him. He sighed.

“Anyway, how come you are here?”

Ashton shrugged nonchalantly, but seeing his friend waiting look, gave in. “Mike’s been at Luke’s, when I crashed. And Mike said you’ve been acting odd lately, so I decided to go and check on you.”

“Mhm, but that doesn’t explain you being here,” nodded Calum, his eyebrows furrowed.

Ashton sighed and admitted, “I may or may not have tracked you down.”

“Un-fucking-believable,” Calum crossed his arms on his chest, looking at Ashton. “My own pureblood gossips behind my back to your pureblood, and after that my best friend tracks me down.”

“Hey, you can’t actually blame us! Not everyday you’re going crazy about an omega.”

“Yeah, right,” Calum hummed, taking his car keys from his pocket. “Now, if you don’t mind, I’ll go and spend some time with my purebloods to show them that nothing’s actually changed. And I’ll take that,” he added, picking up omega’s stuff.

“Are you sure you’ll be able to leave her these and then actually leave her?” Ashton teased looking at the pile of clothes in Calum’s hands.

“Good night, Ash,” Calum only rolled his eyes and got out of car.

“Good night, loverboy!” cheered Ashton in an open window and started his car.

Calum only smirked. He knew Ashton was probably right, but, thank fuck, being an alpha meant having people to do delivery for him. He sighed again as he got into his car. If only other problems with his omega were so easily solved.

***

You woke up feeling awfully. Your whole body hurt, you head was heavy, muscles refused to stretch properly. That was your post-shifting hangover, and truth to be told, you were expecting it. You knew the price for not shifting for so long. Though this time it was totally worth it, you thought remembering alpha’s hungry eyes.

Nor hot shower, neither strong coffee helped you to feel better. While putting on a bracelet, you noticed that your hands were shaking. You frowned. That was too much of a reaction even for such a long pause. You felt so anxious, so unstable all of a sudden. Like a wolf feeling an upcoming earthquake, you wanted to fall on the ground and listen to what the Mother of All would whisper to you. And then run. Run as fast and as long as you only could. Because whatever it was, that was coming, it would uproot trees and make rivers flow backwards and eventually it would crash you. You could hear it coming and you were scared. For the first time in your entire life you were truly scared.

You smelled him, when you were putting your dress on. There was a wolf behind your apartment door. Not your alpha, not even a pureblood. A young beta you were positive you’d never met before. He knocked on the door once and walked away. You put on some flats, absolutely not in the mood for heels, and walked up to the door and opened it. Whoever that beta was, he already left the building. There was a paper bag left on your threshold. You carefully looked inside and smiled against your will. Your clothes were there, folded, your purse on top of a neat pile. You checked your purse and found your cell phone there, fully charged and with one unread message. From ‘Big Bad Alpha’. You chuckled and opened the text.

“Once you’re done trying to fuck me outta your head, give me a call.”

You rolled your eyes. That was definitely not what you were doing. And of course nothing of that was connected to him. But he, typical alpha, thought the whole world was spinning around his precious persona.

You grabbed your stuff and left for work. Thank all the gods it was finally Friday and you had to get through eight hours of work and then you’d have the whole weekend to get back to normal.

But all your hopes were actually in vain. You had just to look at Nick in the office to understand how deep in this you were. All the pictures of the night you’d spent with him were rushing in your mind. His arms, his lips, his tongue, his dick. You felt an urge to grab him by the hand and fuck him in the closest restroom. You shook your head and buried your nose in the financial report you had to analyse for the afternoon meeting.

Things got really harder when one of your colleagues offered you to have some coffee. While everyone were lounging during their not so much deserved break around the coffee machine, you couldn’t help but study men’s crotches and guess what was hidden inside their pants. Your hands were shaking more and more and soon you felt your neck sweating under your hair. Your body temperature was rising, you couldn’t control yourself anymore and at some point, after another hungry look at the man passing by your workplace, you understood you could soon become dangerous to people around. Each time you blinked, you were seeing alpha. You didn’t even need to imagine him naked, the memory of just his stupid smirk was setting you on fire.

You didn’t need to convince your boss in anything. By lunchtime you looked so bad, she didn’t just believed you were having flu, she basically assumed it herself and ordered you to leave the building before you could infect anybody else.

The wisest option was to go home, take a shower and after a glass or two of whiskey think about actually calling the alpha. But you were never that wise. So twenty minutes later you entered the bar you first met him and asked for a drink. Bartender didn’t look at you twice, not having any interest in people downing a double whiskey in one go in the middle of the day. But the guy sitting next to you happened to be more than interested in a girl downing a double whiskey in one go. You weren’t sure what exactly he said, you thought he called you pretty, but you weren’t sure. What you were sure about was how right his lips felt on your neck in the bar toilet, where you shoved him in five minutes later. His hands were a little too rough, but you didn’t care, too busy unbuckling his belt.

You almost came the moment he slid into you. You were leaning over the sink and he was taking you from behind. He was going hard, his hips slapping at yours. You closed your eyes, momentarily forgetting where and who you were with. The mere idea of his yellowish eyes made you moan. His low roars were bumping in your ears, synchronised to your blood flow. You had to bite on your lip to prevent yourself from crying, as you imagined his big but gentle hands on your hips. Soon you were moving towards the guy, trying to get him deeper, where you were aching for, as you admitted now, something much more different then a quicky in a bar. You finished faster than you were expecting, too exhausted by the pining and wait, and slipped off the guy. He tried to protest, but you smiled, taking his dick in your hand and helping him cum like that. You were desperate, but not to the point of letting him cum into you.

He left you soon after he finished, giving you some time and space to clean up. You looked in the mirror and hardly managed to keep yourself from smashing it. You closed your eyes and inhaled deeply. You didn’t feel easier. You didn’t feel anything for that matter. The black pit inside your abdomen was still there and there was only one dick on this entire damn planet to satisfy that hunger now. You finally saw what he was talking about. You were in a heat. What’s more, you were in a heat for him. You were doomed.

You left the bar as abruptly as you came there. The drive home was rushed. You took a shower, threw away the clothes you were in today and sat on your couch. Your phone was on a coffee table in front of you. You fit a cushion under your left arm and let yourself consider your options. Option number one was to call him. Humiliating? Yes. But also solving all of your problems, in a short term at least. Option number two was not calling him and probably spending the whole night humping on a cushion.

You sighed and dialed his number. Alpha picked after the first signal, he was obviously waiting for your call.

“Where are you now?” he asked directly, his voice is quiet and businesslike.

“Home.”

“Will be there in ten,” and with that he hung up on you.

You exhaled as you understood that you were holding your breath through that painfully short conversation. His humorless attitude let you hope he wouldn’t make it more embarrassing than it already were. You had to hold on for ten more minutes now. Ten more minutes that would be probably the longest in your life.

He didn’t need to knock, you heard his steps as soon as he entered your floor and the door was unlocked even before that. He rushed through the hallway and shut the door behind him with a deafening bang, but fuck it if you cared. His eyes were already bright yellow. He felt your need and his instincts were taking over his self control, just like yours.

You somehow missed the moment when he started kissing you. Maybe you blinked or lost consciousness for a moment because of how heavenly his lips felt on your burning skin. His smell enveloped you and finally, fucking finally, you felt your shudder slowing down.

“Could smell you from two blocks away,” he was humming in between heated kisses, all tongues and teeth, your back pressed to your door, his lips slipping on your jaw. “You must be suffering. My poor omega, took you quite some time.”

And that moment, whimpering from just his lips, you realised.

“Name,” you moaned in his ear.

“What?” he whispered, trying to focus on your face. You took the opportunity to dig your teeth in his lower lip, so plump and so red already.

“Your name,” you said again, a moment or a century later, when he lowered his head to your collarbones. “I still don’t know your name.”

You felt his chuckle on your skin, his breath burning you to the bones. He looked  at you face again, then, not dropping the eye contact, he pushed your legs apart with his thigh and basically lowerer you on it. You cried out and closed your eyes, bright flashes flicker under your eyelids.

“Big bad alpha would do, love,” he mused.

You opened your eyes to meet his cocky smile. You shook your head, subtly grinding on his thigh. “I’m not calling you this,” you said stubbornly. You may have been ready to fall at his feet, but you weren’t boosting his ego with calling him that.

He smirked at you, “We’ll see about this when I fuck you nice and deep.”

And to that you could just sob, cause that was basically the only thing you needed right now.

He looked around your living room fast, picked you up with “I got you, love,” and in the next moment you found yourself bent over your own couch. His hands caressed your hips for a second and then picked on your sleeping shorts and pulled them down. The air was cooling your heat down, but it only added to your torture. He didn’t try to touch you or go with any other kind of foreplay. He knew you ached for him. No time wasted, he just took his dick out and entered you.

You choke on the sensation. It hurt and stretched you so much, but also was the best damn feeling in the world. He gave you literally a moment to get used to him and then he went hard. Each thrust was pushing him deeper inside you, where you were burning with your lust. He leaned on the headrest, his hands on both sides of you, not holding you anymore, the only contact between your bodies where he was sinking down into you. The sofa started to move forward with every his movement, making him laugh shortly. You felt your feet slip on the floor and alpha moved one hand back on you waist to pine you down and not let you fall. Not like you’d care much if you did fall. At this point you weren’t sure if you’d even notice, all your senses centred on his dick inside your core. You were moaning yes’s and fuck’s at his every move, it felt better than any sex you’d had before. The only thing you needed now, was to cum. Alpha bent lower, his breath blaze your ear.

“Come on, love,” he whispered, pushing inside harder and harder every time. “Been waiting for so long, just let go now.”

He dropped his head on your shoulder, his chest pressed to your back. You felt vibrations of his low roars with your spine, feeling so intimate and so intense. He sensed how close you were, turned his head and started sucking under you ear. He remembered how you were moaning the previous time from his kisses there. And this time it only made you whine louder. You couldn’t hold it back anymore, you felt the climax bursting up inside you. The heat was burning all your other feelings down. You were finally cumming, forgetting everything. There was only your alpha left in the world. Only him and the sensation he was giving to you.

You were bubbling something uncontrollably, feeling tears in your eyes, moving your hips, trying to ride your high on his dick. You felt his laugh and then he stood up and slid out of you, making you sob.

“I know you wanna ride it out, but I haven’t finished with you yet,” he said, as he picked you up. Yes, he was an alpha and so he was extremely strong, but when he was lifting you like you weighed nothing at all you were almost losing it right there.

“Bedroom is that door,” you snorted, seeing him moving to the bathroom door.

He easily maneuvered, lightly kicked the door open and, crossing the room in two big steps, carefully lowered you down.

“Take off your shirt,” he asked, but not ordered, while getting out of his own clothes.

You happily obliged. You were pretty sure you’d take off your skin if he’d asked you to. He took your naked body in as he freed from his own shirt. You almost moaned from the way he was looking at you. Until his sight stumbled at a thin claw scar on your side. It was the first time he saw your naked body in a daylight. You took he didn’t remember that detail from the first night you spent together. You could feel the question form in his head, but you didn’t have time for that, not now, not while you were still aching for him.

You sat up and pulled on his open jeans, taking them down along with his boxers. He bent to take his shoes off and caught your lips with his lips, as he was done with them. He moved you further on the bed, his lips and hands not leaving your body for a moment. You were clenching on his shoulders, basically hanging on him. His body felt so hard yet so soft at the same time. Muscles shift under his dark skin as he moved you even closer to him. You were kissing feverishly, like you both were dying from thirst and your lips were the only source of water. You were drinking each other, breathing each other, not stopping, not letting go for a moment, your bodies fitting each other perfectly. You felt your eyes filling with tears again. In this moment everything was like it was supposed to be, and you finally were right where you were supposed to be. Your whole life you were searching for this, you were born for this. And now you were fulfilling your destiny.

Alpha lowered you back down on the pillows, clenching on your waist and was holding your pelvis on the same level with his crotch. He bent to you again to steal another kiss and you felt his dick at your enter.

“It’s Calum,” he whispered, detaching his lips from yours. You looked at him, puzzled, too deep into the bliss he was sending you to understand what he was talking about. He snorted and explained, “My name. It’s Calum.”

And with that he pulled your waist a little higher and entered you again.

Calum was going slower, taking his time and enjoying each motion. Your deep moan followed his each push. He dropped his head on your chest, his lips finding your nipple a second later, making you cry out at the sensation. His pace soon became too slow for you, but Calum was holding your waist so tight that there was no chance of moving. All you could do was dip your fingers into his dark hair and press it closer to your breasts. You started whining soon, the feeling too much for you, but he was just hiding his smile in your skin. Your walls started clenching around him again, his groan echoed in your insides. He couldn’t hold it much longer after that. His hips moved sloppier each time, his rhythm fastened. He looked up on you with question in his eyes, and you lost it. Him bending over you, that big bad alpha, and asking for your permission was so intoxicating, you couldn’t hold it any longer. A short nod was the last thing you managed to do before your world exploded and fell into glittery pieces around your shaking in pleasure body. And when you thought nothing could possibly top that, you felt your alpha cum inside you. The pleasure was too much, and with his guttural roar you let go of this world and let the darkness consume you.

***

“Alpha?”

That was the first word leaving you as you came back to this world. You shifted, finding out with the surprise you were lying on your front, your sheets covering you up to your waist. You opened your eyes lazily. Calum was lying on his side next to you, watching you with such softness in his eyes, you felt an urge to die for him right that moment. Thankfully, there was no need.

“Told you, you’d call me that,” he mocked, stroking your hair.

You closed your eyes again, smiling at his remark. You weren’t ready to leave your heaven yet, so you just inhaled deep, basking in the feeling of his tender touch. His hand slipped further, his fingertips caressing the skin of your back. He found deep bite marks under your right shoulder blade.

“Where are these from?” he asked you, his voice half whisper.

You frowned. The memory of that awful night popping up in your mind at the first call.

“Long story,” you said. You definitely didn’t want to speak about that now, not when you felt like that.

You turned on your side and moved closer to him, hiding your face on his chest and clasping your arms around his torso. His arms nestled around your much smaller frame, snuggling you even closer. He smelled of home. Not the one you left so many moons before, but the one you were supposed to find one day, the one that was waiting for you since you came to this life. And he also smelled of something you never even dreamed to find. He smelled of happiness.

“You know what’s going on with you, right?” he asked an eternity later.

You frowned, knowing full well where he was going with this talk.

“You’re an omega,” he said when you didn’t answer anything. “You’ve been in a heat at least once before, so…”

“I’ve been in a heat just once,” you answered bitterly. You looked up at him, his eyes still as soft as they were. Yours were spiky, you were wounded by his remark.

“Well, I’m flattered,” he said and kissed your forehead. “I didn’t mean it that way, love, trust me. I just-,” he paused in search for the better words. “You must know what’s going on.”

Of course you knew. You were scared of it since you ascended. You lived your life threatened by the idea of this day coming. You closed your eyes and shook your head.

“Don’t say it,” you pleaded in a dreadful whisper.

“Whether I say it or not, it won’t change it,” he answered with a sigh. “You can’t run from it. You’ve tried already.”

“Not sure about that, I’m pretty fast.”

He let out a short laugh. “Yeah, I’ve seen.”

You looked at him again, now only sadness in your eyes. “You don’t know what you’re asking me about. I’m the worst candidate ever to be an alpha’s mate.”

You got out of his embrace, stood up from the bed and went out on a small balcony your flat had, throwing a satin gown over your naked body. You weren’t trying to escape him, you just really didn’t want to argue with him. And you would argue, you felt it. He was obviously just as stubborn as you were, he wouldn’t let it go.

You heard the door open behind you and felt the anger rise inside you. Couldn’t he let you breathe for a moment at least? Did he understand you weren’t in the mood to discuss it? You sighed quietly, your mind rushing in search for the better words for all the arguments why you shouldn’t have been his mate, why you shouldn’t have been anyone’s mate for that matter, why you shouldn’t have been an omega in the first place. He wanted an argument, he would get one, you decided, lining up your reasonings.

What you haven’t expected was him coming up to you silently and kissing on your neck. You leaned back on his shoulder a little, moaning at the sweetest feeling. His hands were all over your body, palming and gripping and stroking on your curves. His left hand slithered under your robe and clutched on your right breast, you whimpered on the feeling. His lips were still assaulting your neck. You relished in the sensations, your body completely under his control. You felt his right hand caressing your hip under the soft material, his slightly calloused fingers so tender on your skin. Your slit clenched in pure anticipation, juices slowly leaking out of you.

“Widen your legs,” he whispered as his hand slid lower.

You obeyed, aching for his touch again. You knew it was the heat messing with your head and reactions, but you couldn’t deny how much power he had over your body. Calum hissed through his teeth as his fingers touched your wet folds.

“Look how you’re dripping for me,” he mused in your ear, his fingers stroking through your folds, lightly touching your clit. “Can’t have enough of it, can you?”

You exhaled loudly, your eyes shut and your hands gripping on the balcony railings. “No, alpha, need more,” you confessed, him squeezing on your breast harder at your words. “Please, give me more.”

He chuckled, as his finger stopped at your clit. You felt him pressing on a sensitive nub a little and then he went faster, rubbing it in circles. His lips went back on your neck, leaving a hickey after hickey. Your legs started to shake from this simple stimulation, the pleasure building up inside with the highest speed. You felt Calum’s greedy smile on your skin. The next moment you forgot how to breathe as he pushed a finger inside you. He curled it up, massaging on your trembling walls, and you cried out.

“Keep quiet, love,” he whispered into your neck. “Don’t wanna attract your neighbours.”

You didn’t give a fuck about your neighbours, but bit on your lower lip nonetheless, not ready to disobey. Not when he was pushing the second finger inside you. Calum wasn’t rushing it, his fingers going in a steady rhythm, each movement carefully planned. His every motion was putting you higher. Soon you were grinding on his hand yourself, trying to get his fingers deeper. He chuckled at your action.

“Aren’t you a greedy girl?” he mused with a grin.

“I need you deeper,” you sobbed. “Please, Calum, I really need you.”

You didn’t know what it was exactly. Your pleading or the fact that you called him by his name for the first time. But something really got him, as his grip on your breast tightened  even more and he let out a low roar. He pulled his fingers out of your pussy and turned you to the balcony door.

“On the bed, now,” he commanded shortly, giving your ass a light slap.

You didn’t hesitate for a moment. He followed you suit, freeing himself of the sheet he’d wrapped around his hips before following you to the balcony. You sat on the edge of the bed and leaned on your arms to move beck, but Calum shook his head, motioning you to stay where you were.

“Lay down,” he said. You did as you were told, feeling uncomfortable with your feet not actually touching the floor. But he picked up your legs as soon as he reached you and lifted them on his shoulders. You smiled, getting where he was going with it. Calum stroke your legs slowly with his hands, kissed on your shin. “You’ve got gorgeous legs, have I told you?”

“Not yet,” you smiled. You untied your gown belt and let the material slip on the sides, opening your body for his sight.

“You’re such a tease,” Calum smirked, his hand caressing your belly.

“Look who’s speaking,” you answered, covering his hand with yours and pushing it lower, to your aching core. “I still need you deep inside me,” you whispered, looking him right in the eye.

“Too much sass for a little omega,” he chuckled and slipped his dick into you.

You opened your mouth involuntary, the sweetest whimper leaving you, eyes still fixed on his now light-brown orbs. He pulled back and pushed inside you again, this time pushing his cock almost on the full. You choke on your breath, sure he was gonna break you in two and oh so ready for this. Calum grinned at your reaction and started pumping you, his movements harsh and fast. You gripped on your breasts, squeezing your niples and adding some pain to the pleassure. He leaned a little forward, his hands fall to the bed on both sides of you. The new angle set you on fire. His dick was so deep in you, right where you needed it, right where you were burning for him. You closed your eyes, no longer able to maintain eye contact, seeing bright flashes at his every push. You were whimpering loud, forgetting everything in the world, caring only for his dick inside and the low groans he was letting slip from his plump lips. You didn’t know how long you were going like this, the concept of time completely alien for you now, but soon your legs started slipping over his shoulders, covered in sweat. You clenched on his bitsepts, your nails going deep in his flesh and making him hiss through his greeted teeth. You opened your eyes and saw on his face he was close, a fold between his eyebrows showing he was holding out and soon would let go. You couldn’t fight your smile, your chest full of pure happiness just at the realisation of how good you were for your alpha.

“I still can…” he didn’t finish his question, roaring on your pussy clenching around him. “Right?”

“Cum into me, alpha,” you half-begged, half-ordered, stroking his shoulders, “give it all to me.”

He leaned a little more on you and, pushing his dick all the way down you, started to cum. You saw the pleasure on his face, heard his satisfied moans and these set you off, the pleasure bursting out in your abdomen and covering all around in light flashes and complete silence.

Calum let your legs slip from his shoulders and fell on top of you. You hugged him with your arms and legs and let him catch your breath. His big body was crashing you, but it was the sweetest feeling in the world, to have him like that in your arms, panting and gaining his strength back after the pleasure you gave him. You let yourself to dissolve in contentment, letting go of your consciousness. The last thing you remembered from that day, was him whispering you “Sleep, my sweet omega,” as his strong arms were laying you on the pillows.

***

He looked much younger in his sleep. You put your palm under your cheek and kept examining his face. The frown between his eyebrows disappeared, his plump lips weren’t pressed together and looked even bigger and softer. His jaw wasn’t so vivid as he had no reason to clench his teeth in the sleep. He was so relaxed.

You thought how much you didn’t know about him and how much you wanted to learn. Sad thoughts occupied your mind again. Whatever you wanted, there was no chance for the two of you. So the less you knew, the better.

Sweet little moan escaped him, as he rolled on his back and shifted his arms over his head. You looked down his body, getting fast what was bothering him, the prominent bulge showing from under your bed sheets. Well, that you could definitely help him with.

You carefully moved the sheet from him not to wake him up and slid down on the bed, awkwardly trying to fit between his legs. His dick was all the way up and leaking precum already on his toned belly. Must be painful, you though.

You threw one more careful look at him, making sure he was sleeping, and took his dick in your hand. You pumped him couple times, enjoying his length and curving veins. He was so damn beautiful at every part. You sighed and put his head in your mouth, wishing for him to wake up from that and not your hand. You started from sucking just on the head, your tongue occasionally sliding lower. When you heard another moan leaving him, you pushed your head down as far as you could, and hollowed your cheeks on the way back. Your hand was on the base of his dick, massaging on the parts you couldn’t fit inside. You kept bobbing your head, swirling your tongue around the head, when you heard him moaning your name. He lifted his head up and slid his fingers in your hair.

“Shit, baby, yes,” he muttered, his voice sharp and low from the sleep.

You concentrated on the head again, sucking and kissing on it, and looked up at Calum. His eyes were half-open, lust and pleasure in his sight. You smiled at him and licked with your flat tongue all the way down and up again. His hand in your hair twitched a little as you pushed him down your mouth again. You let your tongue lick and swirl all the way, as you relaxed your throat and pushed his dick further. His other hand flew to your hair as he breathed out, “Jesus fucking Christ.”

You gave him two seconds and lifted your head back up to take some air and repeat it all again. He was panting in no time, tugging on your hair and dropping curse words at your every motion. You felt his dick twitching at the base and went back to bobbing your head and simply sucking, as he was close, his hands helping you keep the rhythm.

“Love, I’m gonna cum,” he whispered, letting you know you could stop, if you wanted to. But you didn’t. You lifted your head again and gave his head one last sucking kiss, which was the end of him.

You were slowly kissing on his lower abdomen, as he was coming back from his high. When you heard his breathing coming back to normal, you sat up and innocently smiled to him.

“Good morning, alpha,” you said.

He sat up in one sharp move and pressed you to his chest, kissing you hungrily. You clenched on his shoulders, surprised and flattered by his reaction.

“You’re a devil,” he whispered, letting go of your lips.

You smiled again. “What do you want for breakfast?” you asked, leaving feather like kisses on his cheeks.

“You,” he stated simply. His hands were stroking your neck, examining bruises he left last night.

“No, Calum, you need food,” you argued softly, trying to unclench his arms.

He sighed, letting go of you. “Whatever you wish, then.”

You left him in the bed, the same gown from last night thrown over you. Your kitchen was little, but had everything you needed. You examined the content of your fridge and decided to go with something easy. Quarter of an hour later he came out of your bedroom to the delicious smells of ham and omelette with veggies and freshly brewed coffee. You put a plate on a kitchen counter in front of him, not missing on how mouth-watering did he look in only his navy boxers.

“Where’s your breakfast?” he asked, sitting down and picking up a fork.

“Oh, I’ve had mine already,” you stated with a chuckle and winked at him.

You poured yourself some coffee and leaned on the counter opposite to him. He shook his head and beckoned you to his side. You easily gave in and sat on the chair next to him. Calum smiled to you and put the plate between both of you. He took a mouthful of omelette and handed you his fork. “Eat.”

“I’m really not hungry,” you smiled, drinking your coffee. His next look made you choke on your drink. You obediently took a fork and picked a little piece of ham with the red pepper. “You have a right for the first bite,” you reminded him.

“I also have the right to decide what to do with my first bite.” He took the fork back, snapped another piece of omelette and lifted it to your mouth. His eyes were serious enough for you not to argue this time. Seeing you chew, he also kept eating. When you two finished, you felt a snatch of guilt.

“Should have cooked more,” you said, clearing the counter.

“Oh, I’ve had enough,” Calum hastened to reassure you. Then he grabbed your wrist and pulled you closer to him, devilish smile on his face. “Now I want my dessert.”

He easily picked you up and sat on the counter, where minutes ago stood the plate and your cups. He pushed your legs apart, his lips on your lips already. You didn’t waste any time shoving your hand in his boxers and palming his already hard dick. Was he always so fast up or was it your heat messing with his reactions too? Whatever the answer was, next moment you forgot even about the question, as he threw your gown open and his lips started their way down to Calum’s dessert.

***

You two were lounging on the bed. It was late in the evening, you were naked and clenching on each other.

Calum spent the whole day in your apartment. After heated sex on the kitchen counter and rather passionate shower together, you settled on the couch in front of the tv. No one cared about what was showing, too busy with your make out sessions and slow loving on each other. When things got heated again, you moved back to the bedroom. And now, one round later, you were just lying on his chest listening to his heartbeat and trying to breathe in unison.

“Tell me something,” he asked softly.

You looked up at him, frowning a little. “What do you want me to tell?”

“Anything. Tell me about your family. Or where did you get those scars,” his hand hovered over your shoulder blades, his fingers caressed your bite marks. “Or why do you say you’re worst omega ever,” he sighed at that. “I just wanna know.”

You moved up from him, rolled on your front and pushed a pillow under you, clasping on it with your arms. You settled and looked him in the eye. “I thought, you knew everything about me,” you mocked him, remembering what he said to you at your meeting in the bar.

He also moved to lie on his stomach, making sure his face was the same level with yours. He didn’t answer anything to your mocking, just looked back at you, his eyes soft, but demanding. You inhaled deeply, lowered your sight to his shoulder and tried to imagine, what could you start that story with.

“My father was, and I assume, still is the alpha of the biggest pack of the north of the country,” you said, feeling his mood shift with his surprise. You knew he got what pack you were talking about. You knew he didn’t expect that.

“The Lakes pack?” he decided to check his guess.

You hummed in agreement. The Lakes… You hadn’t seen them in almost ten years and there wasn’t a day you weren’t missing them.

Calum whistled at your confirmation. “So you’re saying you’re a wolf royalty?”

You rolled your eyes. Little did he knew about real life in your family. You swallowed and went with your story. “Our bloodline were alphas of that pack for decades, if not centuries. And we only ever had boys. I was the first girl to be born in our family for as long as people could remember. Although, when I was born, my father already had a son, so no matter how surprising was the fact that I happened to be a girl, it didn’t actually change anything. Dad had his male heir, pack could be sure in the safe future. I think we were the only pack which survived for so long with the inherited alpha position, it’s so unnatural for our kind. But, we’re also the creatures of habit and tradition. And that was our tradition, so,” you broke for a moment. “I guess, it was really lucky all generations of my family were producing alphas. The younger sons always stayed as pure bloods to protect the family. None of the wolves from my bloodline has ever left the pack. I was the first.”

“How did it happen?” Calum asked quietly when you didn’t continue after some time.

You sighed again. You succeeded in keeping those memories buried deep down your soul for so long, that digging them up now was really painful.

“As I said, we only ever produced alphas. So, when I was born, my father was pretty certain I’d become a pure blood, the right hand to my brother, who, when time comes, will replace my father. I don’t remember my mom at all. I’ve seen her only in photos. She died when I was about three.”

“Do you know what happened to her?”

You felt a lonely tear stream down your cheek, as you shook your head. “My dad never spoke to me about her. Not once. It was a taboo topic in the pack. There was a moment in my early teen years, when I got really curious and started asking questions. But I learned pretty fast, that wasn’t a winning strategy.”

“I’m sorry you never knew her,” Calum said softly, his hand slid back on your body, just to remind you were not alone now.

“Yeah, well, at least she didn’t have to live with my dad, so, I guess, she was lucky anyway,” you shrugged. “I was brought up the way all the boys in the family were. My whole childhood was filled with trainings and fights. If I wasn’t at school, I was probably learning to hunt, or fighting with other future pure bloods, or doing any other shit me father believed I  had to learn to do in order to protect the name of the family. That was the most important, the name of the family, never the family itself,” you inhaled, taking a pause before continuing. “I never questioned what my father was doing to me. When I was little, it was just the fun game. I mean, I had to explore woods and hills with our best hunters instead of learning maths. What kid wouldn’t prefer that? But later things got weird. My brother… you see, he never really was serious about things. He was petty and reckless and arrogant. Too arrogant even for the alpha,” you smirked at that. “No offence though.”

“None taken,” Calum assured you. His hand was gently stroking your waist.

“He’s two years older than me, I think, I didn’t mention,” you huffed. “So, cutting it short, by the time he ascended and, of course, happened to be an alpha,everyone understood he would never be a good leader to the pack. I was fifteen, when it happened. And since then my trainings only intensified. Even more, my father started taking me to meetings and his talks to elder wolves. I wasn’t getting what was going on until I heard one talk between my father and his closest pure blood. They were talking about how the pack needed a better alpha,” you closed your eyes, reminiscing on one of the scariest moments of your life. “They wanted me to kill my brother, Calum. My father wanted me to kill his older son and took his place as soon as I ascend. He even said, I would have had no trouble doing it with how useless my brother was.”

You felt Calum’s hand go harder on your back, trying to reassure you, to calm you down. He didn’t hear the best parts yet, though.

“It was a month before my eighteenth birthday. I cried in pure shock the whole night after that. I think, emotions set the process. I ascended the next morning, during the breakfast. It was only me and my father in the dining room that day. Have no idea, where my brother was. Dad understood everything from the beginning. He sent me up to my bedroom, to go crazy alone, as I thought at the start. I had no idea what was happening, hands were shaking, temperature rising, I was seeing red. Well, you’re an alpha, you know what’s an omega ascending like. It hits you with your first ever heat like a truck with no warning. Half an hour later one of young pure bloods knocked on my bedroom door. He was one of the wolves I was training all my life with. He was a fellow friend. But at that moment I saw only a mature enough wolf in him. As I understood later, my father brought him to help me go through the heat. We didn’t leave my room for three days before it finished. It was pure madness, and what made everything worse for me, I never learned a single thing about the heat before. My father couldn’t even think there was a chance for me to end up an omega. I knew the theory, but no one ever instructed me on what to do. And also, I forgot to say, that was actually my first sex ever,” your alpha hissed at that, but you decided to ignore his reactions, at least for now. “The short times we weren’t fucking, I was so unresponsive out of pure shock, you could think I was in a kind of trance. Matt, that wolf, he couldn’t look at me after that,” you swallowed your tears. “You know who could actually look at me? My father. The first evening he saw me after ascending, he looked at me like I betrayed him, like it was all my doing. He looked at me, said he’d never thought he’d be disgraced to have a whore as a daughter, and left the house.”

Calum moved closer to you, his lips attached to your shoulder. “I’m sorry, love, I’m so so sorry.”

“Oh, wait till you hear the best part,” you let out a humourless laugh. “That night I decided to leave the pack. We were wealthy, I had some money, a car, no idea what to do and where to go, but, like, that wasn’t stopping me. So I packed what I thought was the most important and left the house after everyone went to sleep. Well, i thought, they went to sleep. My brother waited for me in front of the house. I have no idea, how exactly, but he found out my father’s now broken plans about his two children and, of course, he decided to kill me first. Even though I was no threat to him anymore. The scars you see, it was him. I refused to fight him, was crying and begging him not to, but he shifted into a wolf. My dad went out of house to the noise. He looked at us, I was lying on the ground, crying and wounded, my own brother in his wolf shape biting on my back. I was covered in my own blood. I thought he would do something, thought he wouldn’t let his only children rip each other’s throats. But he just looked at us and went back into the house, like saying, he didn’t care what would happen to any of us.

“I got so angry. I’ve never been that angry in my entire life. So I shifted. I think, my brother was surprised. He though, after I ascended I somehow gained the obedience of a typical omega and would never attack an alpha. But, as you already know, that’s not what happened. I fought him back and knocked him out, which wasn’t so difficult. I was fighting him since we were little kids, I knew all his tricks and flaws. I made sure he wasn’t in a state to follow me, shifted back, got in a car and never went back.”

You kept feeling Calum’s lips on your shoulder, his kisses soft and loving. He lifted his body up to linger over you, his lips moving to your other shoulder. You felt your heartbeat, risen at the unpleasant memories, starting to calm down. You closed your eyes, shoving the pictures of your past back where you kept them for so long, trying to relax, drinking in your alpha’s scent, letting yourself forget there were any other wolves or men besides the two of you in the world.

His kisses went lower, drawing heated patterns on your back, covering each part of your skin. When he finished with your back, he kept kissing your ass and then legs. He went all the way down, caressing your one leg with his hands, while kissing on the other. He then moved you on your back and went back all the way up the front of your legs. He went around your core, not bothering it. He wasn’t trying to turn you on with those kisses, his only agenda was loving on you, showering you in his warmth and care. Your fingers slipped in his hair, you were smiling at him.

“These are actually nice,” you whispered, tugging on his dark curls genly.

“Anything for you, love,” he whispered back, kissing on your belly.

By the time he finally reached your lips, you were panting hard from the desire. You couldn’t control your feelings to him, nor physical, neither emotional. You were so enamoured by him, his actions, his reactions to you. You enfolded your arms and legs around his torso, pressing him more into you, like you were trying to merge your two bodies into one. This kiss wasn’t rushed or rough, but somehow it was the most passionate one you’d had so far. You weren’t satisfying your animalistic need for him, he wasn’t claiming his right for you. This moment you were just loving each other.

He didn’t need much time to slip into you again, you sobbed at the feeling, too sensitive after all the sex you’d had before. He noticed that along with your wince.

“I can…” he started, moving from you, “we don’t need to.”

You only tightened your grip around him. “No, Calum, need you.”

And he obeyed. One word from you and your big bad alpha was at your command. You said you needed him, he let you have him. He gave you some time to adjust, his head buried in the crook of your neck, his heavy breathing blazing on your skin. And then he started moving. He raised his head up, his eyes glued to your eyes. His pushes were slow, going full length deep. You were whimpering in synch, not letting your eyes close. You needed him to see you that moment, all of you down to your deepest secrets. You needed to see what he was doing to you, what he meant to you this moment. His eyes were glowing yellow, reflecting your bright blue ones. He wasn’t having sex to your body this time, he was making love to your soul. You felt your eyes filling with tears again and broke the contact, only to feel him kissing on your cheeks, collecting your tears with his lips, not letting you spill any of them. You felt your high build up soon, the wall of it towering over you as his movements got sloppier. You started to clasp your legs around his torso on the feeling, hardly able to stay in consciousness any longer.

“Look at me,” he asked you and you opened your eyes.

That was the last drop for you both. You managed to deal with the crashing feelings inside, but seeing them reflecting in each other’s eyes set you both over the top. You cum around him, crying his name out, feeling him loading you with his own cum, the sounds he was making this moment the most beautiful you’d ever heard in your life.

***

You were standing in your kitchen, nursing the cup of black coffee. You were waiting for Calum to wake up and dreading that moment. Your heart was heavy with what you had to do, but your will was never as strong.

You heard his phone vibrate on your night table. He shifted, disturbed by the sound, but to the time Calum finally sat up in bed, whoever was calling him, stopped. You heard Calum stretch his shoulders and pick up the phone. Not ten seconds later you heard his voice.

“Yeah, Ash, what?” he made a pause after that, probably listening to the explanations that Ash, whoever that was, was giving him. “Can’t you deal with it yourself? Told you I’m off limits this weekend,” he huffed in dismay. You knew the face he had right now and shook your head. How come you learned all that about him in just a day and a half. “Well, that’s important too.” He paused again. You felt your stupid heart pick up it’s pace at realisation that Calum was postponing some of his business to be with you while you were in heat. “Shit,” he hissed. “Alright, alright, I got it. I’ll be in… shit, honestly, no idea how fast. But I’ll come, okay?.. Yeah, see you there.”

You took it he hung up. You listened to him stand up and collect his clothes from the floor, where it was lying since Friday afternoon. He appeared couple minutes later, his eyes scanning the living room in search for you. You cleared your throat and he turned to you. You saw that again, the same softness and adoration in his look you saw last night. But all this drowned really fast at his realisation. You liked it, how fast he picked up on your mood and on what you were thinking. Whatever it was, heat or not, the understanding you two had was incredible.

“I need to go deal with some stuff,” he stated simply.

“Yeah, I’ve heard,” you admitted, trying to look anywhere but him.

“I was about to say I’ll be back as fast as I can, but I take it…”

“Yeah, no need to worry about it anymore,” you interrupted him. “The heat is over.”

You swallowed, feeling his eyes scanning your face.

“Thank you for everything, but, I guess, now you can fully get back to your life.”

You heard him swallow. You could feel he was angry. You didn’t know how you felt it without even seeing his face, but you did.

“Look at me,” he asked.

“Calum, seriously, I think it would be better for the two of us…”

“Look at me!”

You couldn’t fight the direct order. His eyes were dark, almost black. Pain and fury splashing in them.

“It wasn’t about your heat,” he said. “Your heat was the symptom, not the reason.”

You shook your head, silently begging for him not to say it out loud. But he didn’t listen to you this time.

“We’re mates.”

“No, we aren’t! That was just stupid wolf physiology. We were acting on our instinct and only!” you exclaimed.

“Damn it, can you just stop fucking fight it?” he shouted back at you. “Last night wasn’t an instinct! We’re not an instinct!”

“There is no we, Calum,” you felt tears stream down your face.

“If there’s no we, then what are you crying about?” he asked in a surprisingly soft voice. You tried to look away, tried to close your eyes, at least for a moment. But you couldn’t free from his command. “What are you crying about, love?”

“I’m not your love,” you shrugged in disagreement, you eyes giving you away no matter what you were saying. “I’m not your love and never will be,” you repeated trying to convince yourself rather than him. “I’ll never be your mate, Calum, and there’s no happily ever after for us. I won’t obey you, I won’t follow you, I will never become an omega you need. I was raised to rule a pack, not kneel to one man. I wasn’t meant for that life, I just can’t. No matter how hard I’ll try, I will only make you unhappy. And I can’t,” you sobbed, “I can’t make you suffer with me, Calum.”

He sighed, looking at his feet and rubbing his chin.

“Just go, Calum,” you pleaded. “Just go, and forget me, please.”

“I can make you be mine,” he said, his voice careful, like he wasn’t completely sure in what he was saying.

You chuckled through your tears. You knew he would never do that. No to you and not to himself. “You can order me to stay by your side, but you can’t order us to be happy. Your command doesn’t work like that, alpha.”

He looked back at you, no anger in his eyes anymore. He looked betrayed and beaten. You felt your heart clench with pain. You hated yourself for what you were doing to him. But you couldn’t bear the thought of staying with him and making him regret it for the rest of his life.

He sighed again. “I’ll go now,” he finally said. “But I’ll be back as you’re ready for us.”

“Calum, I’m serious…”

“No,” he shook his head stubbornly. “You can try to fight it or run away from it, but you’ll get it. No matter how much time you’ll need, it’ll be my way. You will be mine.”

He put on his jacket and stepped to the door. Then he stopped and looked back like he forgot something. “One more thing, you’re prohibited to leave the town,” he ordered you and left your apartment.

You felt your tears break all the dams inside and flow out of you. You sank on the floor and curled up, clasping on your knees. You had no idea what you were going to do. You wished you rather die than doom him for the rest of his life with you. And you were ready to die without him.

You guessed, dying was the only option left for you.

***

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***

You took a deep breath and smiled. The air was cooling down after a hot day, mild wind playing in your dark unruly hair. The atmosphere around was buzzing with anticipation and music. So many people, so many voices and smells. That’s why you loved to be around humans so much. It was so easy to get lost among them, so easy to forget who you really were. You felt your muscles relaxing more and more with every moment spent there. That was the reason you’ve never missed a party, especially on such nights.

You were standing at a spacious backyard of some house. You had no idea, who was the owner of that house or what was the whole party about. A colleague of yours mentioned they were going to a party earlier that day and you agreed on going way too easily. Though, you had your reasons. This night a party was more of a necessity than a pleasure. You had to be here, surrounded by humans. You had to get drunk and lost.

Your smile weakened as you looked up on the moon. It was round, yellow and bigger than back home. You felt shivers creep up your spine and took a sip of your whiskey in a rather rushed manner. The clicking of the ice in the glass almost as loud for your hearing as the voices of people around.

“So, where did you say you’re from?”

You looked at the guy asking you a question, your slightly dizzy brain couldn't remember his name. Nate? Nick?

“I’m from the north of the country,” you smiled, hoping there were enough details in your answer for him.

“So, came here to warm up a little?”

“Yeah, that’s the plan,” you smiled again and slipped with your eyes to his lips. Just for a moment, but long enough for him to notice. You saw his light-blue irises getting darker, could hear his blood rushing in his veins. He was broad shouldered, pretty tall, with messy fair hair. Cute enough to keep you busy for the night. And even though you were pretty sure sleeping with coworkers wasn’t the best of your ideas, you needed a destruction tonight. You father always blamed you for unnecessary impetuosity. But the memory of him only made you sure you were going to have this guy’s head between your thighs soon enough. You just needed to remember his name.

“Why did you decide to move here?” the girl on the right asked. Her name you remembered perfectly well. Julia worked in the same department and, as you understood from scattered phrases dropped here and there by some people, had been hoping to get your current position. You knew she was a little nasty piece of shit, her look was enough to make your hair move. These were the moments you regretted human society wasn’t actually a pack. You couldn’t turn and show the bitch her place in a decent fight like a true daughter of an alpha. Instead, you had to smile and maintain the image of normal relationship. You liked your new position and this town, you were definitely about to stay. You weren’t jeopardizing all of it because of an envious cunt.

“I mean, we don’t really have people transfer from other branches. Especially people from big cities in the north,” Julia explained after not getting an immediate answer and giggled in such a fake way, you needed all your self-control not to roll your eyes on her.

“Yeah, I just wanted to change everything at once,” you answered with the same smile. You were almost enjoying how jealous she was. Reminded you of a feeling of superiority you used to have.

“That’s cool how some people just stand up and change their life like that,” your blue-eyed cutie snapped his fingers. “Whatever they want, they just go for it.”

“It’s not that difficult,” you mused, looking back at him, your tone getting lower. “Doing what you want is much easier than doing what you have to, actually,” you continued, leaving the emphasis on want. His pulse speed up once again and you couldn’t resist the temptation, saying, “I can show you some time if you want.”

“I definitely want,” he said and unintentionally licked his lips. You could feel how hooked he was already. You did a good job here.

“Hey, Nick! Would you introduce your friend to this gorgeous lady?” Some guy leaned on your pretty boy from the back and without wasting any time started to undress you with his eyes. You swallowed you roar and smiled at him, your eyes narrowed.

“The gorgeous lady would easily introduce herself without any help,” you assured that creep. “If she’d wanted to,” you added, hearing blood in his veins freeze from both your tone and the look in your eyes. You could smell his fear and confusion and almost felt right again. That was the feeling you used to plant in your father’s betas, and you couldn’t help but enjoy it now.

“You’re at my party, honey,” he found enough courage to tell you, “why don’t you try to be polite?”

You smirked and felt your eyes spark with animalistic fury. The guy let go of Nick’s shoulders and involuntary took a step back.

“The party is sick,” you mused in half-whisper, pretty sure he could still hear you.

He dropped some asscrack excuse to the people around and headed back to the house. Your smile grew wider as you understood that Nick didn’t even register his friend’s disappearing, too busy with admiring your hips. You found no guilt of his in that, such hips deserved all the admiring in the world.

You leaned closer and opened your mouth to whisper something promising to him, when a sudden rush of blood in your ears made you exhale. You knew the feeling, could sense the intense look right between your shoulder blades. You took a sip of your drink to mask your confusion and dropped a subtle look behind. You couldn’t really say if you saw him with your eyes or just felt standing there with your whole body. You didn’t even care, all your senses going mad at once and all the instincts screaming to run. The only problem was to understand should you have run away or to him.

He was tall, easily towering over people around. Dark hair and broad shoulders. Boredom and irritation sharing his beautiful face. His hands in the pockets of his black leather jacket. His yellowish eyes on you.

You felt shivers creep up your spine again, as you drew your attention back to Nick. He leaned to you and whispered some half-drunk nonsense into your ear. You smiled, still feeling the burning of that other man’s look on your back.

Or should you have said, that wolve’s look. You could smell him now and with how thick and intense his scent was, you were startled you didn’t smell him earlier. You took another sip of your drink and tried to inhale Nick’s scent deeper to shake that wolf out of your head, but it didn’t work. You didn’t need to look back to see if he was still there, you kept feeling him. And that feeling was too scary for your liking. He was the first wolf you’ve met since you moved here. And even though you did hope for this town to be a wolf-free territory, you were mentally prepared to be proven wrong. But he was also the first wolf you’ve seen in months. And you were surprised to find how easily distracted you’ve got, how little it took to sneak up on you. And you used to be the best hunter in your pack, no one could take you by surprise.

But the worst news was he wasn’t just a wolf, but an alpha. You slightly changed your pose, your legs brought closer together, and felt the wetness between your thighs. Damn omega nature! You could say he was an alpha from the first glance at him. The look in his eyes, his mere posture, everything in him was screaming of power and status. You knew that image. You used to wear it yourself. But the way your body reacted on him left no doubts. He was a damn alpha. And his eyes were still at you.

Now, being more conscious, you felt the second wolf from afar. The guy came out of the house and headed straight to the alpha, two glasses in his hands. He passed you by without even looking at you. That gave you hope that after all these months of staying among people and not shifting into a wolf, you could actually pass off as a human. But the way that alpha looked at you left too many doubts.

Nick bent closer and you felt his lips on your neck. The kiss was soft, like he was asking for permission. But the second one, after you didn’t push him back, held more passion in it. You leaned into his soft body and let his right arm snake around your waist. You were here tonight with one aim only, and you did your best focusing on human’s lips on your neck and the rush of the blood in your ears, so you couldn’t hear anything else.

***

“What kept you so interested?” Ashton asked as he handed one of the glasses to Calum.

Cal took the glass and drank half of his gin in one go, his throat burning of that little omega’s scent. He looked at his friend and turned to the girl again, nodding in her direction. Ashton followed his look.

“Quite hot,” he stated a moment later, looking around the crowd for someone more of his type.

Calum slowly turned his head and stared at Ashton. “What do you mean, quite hot?” he asked with a low groan.

Ashton looked at the said girl, leaning into some dude, kissing her neck passionately. Ash scoffed, finding the scene rather disgusting. “I mean, it’s hard to say about her face, but she’s got a nice butt for a human. Not really your type, if we consider you having a type,” he giggled at this phrase. “Can be not easy to get her from that guy, he looks pretty serious sucking on her neck. But I believe in you, buddy.”

Calum shook his head in disbelief. “Are you pranking me or what?” But seeing Ashton looking back with a total loss written on his face, he added, “Can’t you smell?”

Ashton frowned and looked at the girl again, his nostrils widen a little as he tried to capture any scent his friend could find interesting enough. He huffed and looked back at Calum. “What exactly should I smell? Besides of that dude being horny as fuck?”

“She’s a wolf, Ash,” Calum stated after taking another drink out of his glass. “An omega one.”

“The hell she is!” mumbled Ashton, looking at her again. “Are you sure?” “Of fucking course, I’m sure,” Calum huffed. “Can’t get her smell off my mind.”

Ashton frown grew deeper. “But, Cal, I can’t smell anything. That’s...strange.”

Calum nodded, his eyes not leaving girls back, following every her movement, even the most subtle one.

“So, her smell is what makes you so interested?” Ashton asked a minute later with a smirk back on his face.

Calum shook his head again. “Not really,” he answered and huffed at how obvious his lie was. “Don’t you think it’s suspicious? A new wolf in this town,” he shrugged. “She’s not from my pack or yours. So what is she doing here?”

“Maybe she’s from one of those southern packs?” Ash suggested matter of factly.

“At a human party? In our town?” Calum quirked an eyebrow. “Highly doubtful. Guess, I’ll need to send my guys tomorrow to check who she is.”

Ashton snorted and looked at his friend with a smile. “Well, this here finally sounds like you,” he stated.

“The fuck…?” Calum looked back at him.

“And here was I standing in utter disbelief thinking that you’ve finally decided to give a chance to some pretty omega. Fortunately, the world’s order has been restored.”

“Fuck off, Ash,” mumbled Calum, finishing his drink. “I told you so many times, I’m not fucking interested. And I don’t really see you mating around,” he added in an undertone, looking suspiciously at a group of girls walking past them.

“Oh, I’ll mate the moment I find my omega. I’m just looking for her. But you aren’t even trying!”

Calum sighed to that, looking at the melting ice in his glass.

“Do we really need to have this conversation in the middle of a party?”

“Can’t see any reason why not,” Ashton shrugged. “You’ve got so many omegas at your pack ready to mate with you if only you wish. What’s the problem, Cal? Alpha needs a mate. Alpha needs an offspring. Your pack should see you care about their future.”

“First, no one can say I don’t care about my pack,” stated Calum with anger written on his face.

“ That’s not what I…”

But Calum didn’t give him a chance to finish, “Second, I just don’t like it, okay?”

“Don’t like what?” Ashton frowned, trying to understand what his friend was talking about.

Calum sighed again. “I don’t like how omegas are… obedient and always ready for my attention just because I’m an alpha,” he confessed.

Ashton tried really hard to suppress his laugh. “Aw, Cal, do you want them to love you for who you really are? How sweet!” he cooed at his friend.

“Fuck you, Ash! Seriously.”

“Come on, dude!” Ashton sighed and said, much more seriously this time. “This is how our world works. You can’t blame them for following their instincts. Especially when you’re so unsuccessful with suppressing yours.”

Calum just shook his head looking from his friend to where that unknown she-wolf was standing. She wasn’t there anymore and that somehow irritated him. Or was he angry because of Ashton not being able to drop that mating topic. He could tell so much to his friend, could spend the whole night explaining. Instead he decided to stand there, inhaling deeper that girl’s tailing away scent. It was a shame she left, thought Calum, walking inside the house to get another drink. And it was a shame she was just an omega.

***

You were spread on the cold sheets, darkness around filled with wonderful noises of two bodies caught up in lust. You were deliciously naked, one arm outstretched and holding on the sheet, another massaging your breast.

The way to Nick’s place was short and filled with heated kisses and half-swallowed moans. You felt the driver’s irritation, but with Nick’s big hand gripping on your hips and ass under your oh so short dress, you couldn’t care less. You didn’t remember how exactly you made it from the taxi to the elevator, though you remembered perfectly well ripping his shirt apart inside of it and sucking on his toned chest while his hand found its way to you panties.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he hissed above you, your lips moving up his throat. You knew Nick wasn’t the reason of you dripping, but you wisely kept this information to yourself. After all it was Nick’s finger stroking along your wet folds right now. The clinking of the elevator made him stop and pull you into the hall. He managed to open his apartment’s door without detaching from your lips. And as you both got inside you wasted no time and pulled off your dress, Nick only whistled to your eagerness. But his reaction was muffled with his own moan as you grabbed on his hard member and gently pulled him closer, kissing him once again.

Nick’s hands found they way on your ass and you hissed into his mouth at his squeezing. You started unbuckling his belt, your hands shaking slightly with need.

The moment your back hit the wall he lifted you up, you had to let go of his pants and grab his shoulders not to lose balance. You lifted your legs and crossed them around his waist, his hands never leaving your hips and ass.

“Shit, baby, you’re so damn hot,” Nick whispered and bent a little to kiss your neck. You moved your hips forward, pressed them into his lower abdomen as hard as you could in search for some friction, your motion making him hiss. You knew you were boosting his ego a little too much, but the heat you felt inside didn’t let you any other choice. You needed to feel him there and you didn’t want to wait any longer.

“Can’t wait, can you?” he was whispering between sucking kisses on your collar bones, you could feel his lips stretching in a smirk. “Wanna have my cock inside your little pussy? Want me to fuck you right against the wall?”

Your whole body shivered at his words, the prospect tempting for sure. He could feel your trembling too and thrusted his still clothed member into your pussy. You whined and managed to say, breathing heavily between words, “I want you tongue first.” Nick stopped assaulting your neck and looked you in the eyes, trying to get what you were talking about. “I want you to suck on my pussy and fuck me with your fingers first,” you leaned closer and whispered almost touching his lips with yours and looking him right in the eyes. “I wanna cum on your face and then I wanna be fucked by your dick.”

“You’ve a dirty mouth,” Nick whispered back with an amused expression on his face, “is it as good at work as it is at talking?” “Please me and we’ll see,” you stated and pressed your lips to his again.

Nick pushed you both from the wall and moved to where you supposed his bedroom was. Couple moments later you were proved right as he dropped you on the bed. You liked the roughness of this move, the sudden fall stole the last air from your lungs, cold sheets a pleasant sensation against your heated body. Nick bent over you, pulling your panties down in one rushed move. You arched your back and your bra followed, leaving your body to his admiring.

“Damn, girl,” he whispered, kneeling between your spread legs and kissing on your belly. His hands back again on your hips, piercing you down to the bed. You inhaled at the felling of his hot breath on your skin, ran your hand through his soft hair and pushed down your body where you needed it the most. He chuckled softly at how persistent you were and gave in. The first lick against your dripping pussy left you moaning low. He spread your legs more, one of his hands helping him to open you up. Nick wasn’t the best you’ve had, but he was definitely pretty good. He pressed his tongue to your entrance, teasing a little, and then focused on sucking your clit, your legs were trembling uncontrollably. He smiled at the reaction, your clit carefully squeezed between his teeth. You swallowed a roar, whining through sealed lips, and pulled on his hair, loving the pain mixed with pleasure. He kept sucking on the little bundle of nerves, his fingers back on your pussy, stroking between your lips. You bucked your hips up, pressing your core to his face in a silent begging. Nick chuckled again. “You taste too sweet for such a dirty girl,” he said and licked his lips looking at you panting and dying to feel his fingers again. You groaned at his teasing. “Nick, please,” you moaned, dropping your head back on the pillows. This time he listened, his lips back on your clit. You felt one finger slide into you, the sensation so long anticipated, yet still not enough with how wet you were by now. You needed more and he was so slow in giving it to you. “Ah, more, please, need more,” you whined, pulling on his hair again. He didn’t need to be told twice, as he added another finger.

And then it happened. You closed your eyes, panting feverishly, sinking in the wonderful feeling, and that moment you saw him in your mind. Much broader shoulders pressing your thighs apart, plump lips on your core. You could swear you felt his dark bristlier curls between your fingers. You’ve never had it, never thought about another man being in a bed with one. But now you would happily give everything you’ve had to open your eyes and see that alpha from a party between you legs. You felt your walls clenching around two fingers at a mere idea. Your free hand clenched on your breast, imagination helping you to fantasize of a bigger hand massaging your tits.

“You feeling good, baby?” Nick’s raspy voice brought you back to reality, he felt your pussy trembling.

“Yeah, just don’t stop,” you panted, eyes still closed. “Give me more. I’m close.”

He added the third finger, his frictions getting faster and harder, just as you wanted. You pulled gently at his hair, motioning him to get back to sucking on your pussy. You opened your eyes, your lips wide apart in a silent scream at the sensation. His eyes fixed on your face, satisfaction and lust in them. You blinked and your mind showed you a picture of much brighter eyes, glowing yellow in the dark. And that was enough to send you over the edge. You cried out his name, falling back on the pillows, feeling Nick sucking on you through your orgasm. You closed your eyes shut knowing full well they were glowing they real bright blue color.

The bliss was great, yet too fast gone. And you couldn’t help the thought of much darker tone body in front of you, when Nick, god knows when managed to lose his pants, started lining his dick up to your entrance.

***

To say you’ve had the worst beginning of the week would be definitely an overreacting. You’ve seen worse weeks. Much worse. Yet this one proved to be a hard one and that was enough for you.

You’ve been working a lot, often staying late. Being a new person in the department required to learn a lot of new stuff, even though you weren’t new to the company. Being second to the head of the department at the same time required that learning to be done in a record time. And with the ongoing work it was safe to say your ass was on fire in the most unpleasant meaning.

Nick was also giving you problems with not getting any of your hints. The sex was good and you were really thankful for the night. Though after you left his apartment before the dawn, not sparing his resting body another glance, and ditched all his texts and calls the next two days, you thought he’d get the idea. But on Monday he brought you coffee and asked where you’d disappeared for the whole weekend. He obviously got offended with your lack of response and shoving him off saying you’ve had too much work to waste time on meaningless chatting. That didn’t stop him from sitting with you and couple other people at lunch and giving you puppy eyes. You tried to ignore him, hoping maybe that would give him a clue. As cute as he was, he was just a human. And even though you abandoned pack life long ago, you could never date a human, that much you knew.

And on top of it all you felt like you were going mad. You kept seeing him every time you closed your eyes. Not Nick, of course. The alpha. His yellow eyes were looking at you like from inside your soul. You couldn’t shake his scent out of your system either, always feeling him whenever you left the office or was just walking downtown in search for a good take away. You knew it was only your imagination, you couldn’t really smell him. You haven’t seen him since that party and it was almost impossible to cross paths with him again. The town was smaller than what you were used to, but it wasn’t that small after all. Your instincts were just playing with you, as they were toying with your senses every night, making it hard to go to sleep with all the right reactions to a man who wasn’t even with you at the moment. But every night you were hot and bothered and needy, knowing well no human would be able to satisfy that thirst. Damn omega hormones! This was one of the reasons you left your pack. It wasn’t the main one, god knows your father made it almost impossible for you to stay. But it still was the reason. You hated how your body reacted to every alpha who wasn’t your father or brother. And you hated how it was always happening against your will. Although you had to admit that level of reaction you had never experienced before.

So with the enormous amount of work, pouty coworker you probably shouldn’t have slept with after all and the lack of sleep thanks to your horny omega body, it was no surprise you were ready to kill on Wednesday night. You left your company building at almost midnight after rewriting the same report twice because of the other department workers stupid mistake. The road you left your car at was empty due to the late hour, though working street lamps and tree leaves soughing of a light wind made you feel more than just safe. Until that moment.

You dropped your keys on the ground. Of course you’d do something like that, you thought, rolling your eyes and bending down to pick them up. The wind grew stronger, and the very first blow of it brought the scent. You could have thought it was your imagination again, but it was so much stronger that before, so there could be no mistake. He was near. You almost jumped up, keys in your hand, and looked on your left, where the wind came from.

He was standing there, right in the middle of the road. Broad shoulders, head tilted a little back, true alpha posture. He was wearing simple black jeans and a black tee. His left arm covered in tattoos, tugged in a jeans pocket, and his right was holding a cigarette. He was just standing there looking at you with his bright yellow eyes, not bothering with hiding his true nature. You scanned the street with your wolf senses to make sure no people were there to see him. And immediately you felt the urge to hit your own head with something heavy. That damn alpha was standing there like a damn king of his damn kingdom and you were scanning the street in case nobody sees him? Not even starting with how he had to track you down like a dear on a hunt. A low roar bursted out of you. He narrowed his eyes and took another drag of his cigarette, the moving of his hand the only reaction. He wasn’t trying to come closer or say anything. Just looked at you. Like a true hunter watching his prey. You felt your whole body shiver with anger and fear. No wolf had the right to behave like that to you. He could have been a damn alpha, but you weren’t just some omega to fall to his feet at the mere look of his.

You pressed an alarm button, the car signal sounded like thunder in the silence of a moment, walked around the car and got in. You wasted no time with starting the car and driving away in the opposite direction. You could see him standing on the same spot and looking at you car, could decipit his smirk in a rare view mirror, as he was finishing his cigarette. You turned right and soon drove up a bigger street, rushing past each traffic light to get home.

You were not just angry, you were pissed. What right did he have to behave like this? If he thought you were violating his territory borders, he could have just let you know. Any beta of his could have done it, no need to spare precious alpha time. But what if he wasn’t a local pack’s alpha? A strange thought popped up in your mind. Could he be one of your father’s pure bloods? Could he be sent to find you?

You parked next to your apartment building and looked around before getting out of car. The street was empty, no people or wolves. You covered the distance between your car and the entrance much faster than your dignity would require. You could truly exhale only as you closed your apartment door behind your back. You locked the door, thinking how silly it was. If that alpha would really want to get past this door, no locks would be able to hold him.

But could he really be sent to find you? You crossed the living room and looked out of the window at the sleeping town. No, he couldn’t, you understood. You knew all your father’s wolves, you’d never forget the face like that. And he couldn’t be just a pure blood, he was a pack’s alpha. You knew one when you saw him. And if dragging you all the way back north was his agenda, why would he wait? No, the meeting at the party was accidental and there was no hidden meaning to that.

And yet, why was he waiting for you on the street? Why just stood there and looked?

You took off your shoes and jacket and fell into an armchair. You didn’t bother to turn on the lights when you entered the apartment, feeling more than just comfortable in the darkness. And the moon behind your window was still bright enough. The image of him boldly standing in the middle of a road wasn’t leaving your mind. You were so tired and so confused, emotions overloading you with a strange mixture of anger, anxiety and something else you weren’t ready to name.

You felt your whole body shudder. Adrenaline was leaving your system, but your breathing wasn’t calming down. You felt sweat cover your neck like the temperature rose. But the temperature was the same, you were pretty sure of it. You felt familiar pulling in your lower abdomen and choke on your breath. You couldn’t fucking believe it. The fucker was almost following you and it turned you the fuck on?! You groaned loudly and put your hands on your face. But as you closed your eyes, you saw him again, standing on that street and looking at you so intently. You couldn’t help your moan. You could lie to anyone, but never yourself. You were furious with him and yourself right now. But you wanted him, and that was the simple truth.

You pressed your legs together and felt wetness between them. You huffed and slipped out of your jeans, tagging on your panties too. Your shirt followed suit leaving you just in a camisole. You huffed again and moved your right hand down your stomach. It was crazy how sensitive you already were. You slid your middle finger gently between your folds, your left hand already under your camisole working on your tensed nipple. You closed your eyes and let your imagination do all the work for you.

You moved your fingers to your clit, wondering how good at this he might be. Those plump lips looked so promising, must be a sweet torture to be kissed by him. And imagining this lips kissing on your pussy was exactly what made your clit throb. You moaned, almost feeling his stubble brush against your thighs, and pushed one finger down your dripping hole. You were moving it carefully in and out, not to scratch on the walls with your nails. He wouldn’t have this problem, you thought. The image of him, taking a drag of his cigarette popped up in your memory once again. His fingers were so long and thick, like they were made for working a girl up.

You moaned again as you added one more finger, giving yourself a minute to adjust, your left hand restless on your tits. You started to move your fingers, getting a steady rhythm, picturing that alpha again the way he stood in front of you less than an hour ago. His left arm was covered in tattoos and so deliciously well-built, must be so good to have this arm work on your pussy. But to have his torso underneath you, that would be an experience. With this pictured in your mind, you moved and stood on your knees, your chest against the backrest. You lowered yourself back on two fingers and whined a little at the scratchy feeling. Your left hand was clenching on the armchair fabric, your forehead reated on the backrest. You started to move your hips up and down, imagining how you could ride him. Would he, the big bad alpha, let you ride him? Would he submit to an omega? Just picturing this drove you almost mad. The room was full of your quiet whines and moans and whispered curse words. You kept moving your hips up and down on your fingers, imagining his broad shoulders beneath you, his big hands on your breasts, his eyes on your face. Your breath got sporadic, you were so close, yet couldn’t reach the high.

You moved on your back again and put both legs on the armrests. Your right hand got back where it was a moment ago, while you lowered the left to your clit. You gasped at the feeling. You tried to work both hands in the same rhythm, but you were too far gone for that. The fingers inside your pussy were going as fast as you only could, the left hand drawing circles over your clit. Your legs were trembling and you kept gasping for air, as you were getting higher and higher. The picture of him smirking in your rear view mirror was the last thing you saw before crying out. You could swear the darkness was full of stars as yellow as his eyes. You fucked yourself all the way through your high and when you finally got back to earth you stroke your folds gently several more times.

You swore you’d never came so intense from your own fingers before. But one question was still bothering you. How would it be to actually fuck him?

***

Friday night in a bar could have been a great idea to have fun and make friends with some of your colleagues. Could have been, if you hadn’t been so distracted.  

You haven’t seen that big bad alpha since that night. And you couldn’t stop calling him big bad alpha in your mind, which annoyed you to bits. But obviously your subconscious declared a war on you, and there was nothing you could do about that. You haven’t seen him, but you started bumping into wolves everywhere you went. Grocery shop, laundry, cinema parking lot. You’ve even seen one in your company, he was from some other department, you guessed. Most of them were betas, but at least seven were pure bloods. And that information left you uneasy. How big was the pack and how powerful was its leader to have more than three pure bloods under his command?

You frowned into your gin. You couldn’t help but question your moving here. It might be rather dangerous to live near the pack you weren’t a part of. Especially when you weren’t sure about their position on tolerating a lonely wolf around. You could have just transferred back. Of course, your hr would very much dislike it and it would probably look not very nice in your personal record, preventing you from moving up in your career for some time. But choosing between career and possibly your life? Your answer to that question was a little too fast.

You smiled to some nonsensical story about a new client Julia was telling. Didn’t even know what it was about, just everybody around laughed, so you followed their example, too deep in your thoughts to register your own actions.

Leaving was an obvious answer, you thought. But was it so necessary? You tried to remember all the encounters with wolves from the passed week. And what really surprised you, they never spared you another glance. You felt like some of them didn’t notice that you were a wolf at all. Not the purebloods, of course. They smelled you perfectly well and followed you with their eyes, but never said a word and never tried to act in any odd or dangerous way. Weren’t you a little overreacting? Maybe you should have just sat on your ass and let them get used to you? Maybe you’d never need to interact with them as they understood you weren’t dangerous to their pack or interested in becoming it’s part?

You huffed, looking at the melting ice in your empty glass. You glanced around in search for a bar counter and excused yourself. You felt him following you and your frown grew bigger. You didn’t need this talk at all, but especially right now. You had enough time to ask a bartender for a second round when he finally came up to you.

“You seem a little off tonight,” he said, stroking your forearm gently.

You moved a little to look at him while talking and also to get your arm out of his reach. “The week was difficult, Nick.”

“Yeah, i guess,” he muttered as the bartender put a glass in front of you. Nick made a move to reach for his wallet, but you already paid. You saw his frown while taking a drink and suddenly felt irritated. Who did he think he was?

“Listen, I actually wanted to talk to you,” he started and you had to suppress your groan. “I don’t know what I did wrong, I actually thought that night was great. And I’m sorry if I did something out of line, but I just…” he stumbled, and it was a perfect opportunity to stop him here and now. Yet you decided to let them speak. It was always easier that way. If they say it all at the beginning, they’ll argue less with what you could answer with. “I just really like you,” Nick found his courage to continue, “and I’d like to take you on a date. What do you say?”

You sighed, looking him right in the eye.

“I’d say, thank you, but no. I’m sorry, Nick. There’s nothing you’ve done wrong, the night was great. But it was just one night. I thought we were on the same page about this.” You saw his face sink, but didn’t feel anything. He was cute for a human. But dating him? There was no second thinking to that. “I’m not looking for anything serious right now.”

“Yeah, I get it,” Nick nodded, avoiding looking you in the eye. “Sorry to bother,” he dropped and, still not looking at you, went back to where your colleagues were seated.

You shook your head. Going back there seemed like the worst idea now. Maybe you should just stick to the bar counter for some time?

“Not looking for anything serious, huh?”

You felt your blood froze and your knees go weak at the sound of that voice. It was so low yet so powerful, and somehow you felt like you knew it. You could swear you’d never heard it before, but you knew it. His smell enveloped you, making you question how you didn’t feel him earlier. You took another sip of your gin, more to give yourself a second to calm down than because you really wanted it, and turned around.

“Well, I’d say it’s wise if we talk about humans,” he continued, looking in Nick’s direction.

He leaned on the bar counter, the same black jeans and leather jacket, some band tee underneath. A subtle smell of cigarettes, short stubble. You made yourself breath in a steady rhythm and met his eyes, dark brown now, without a trace of yellow glow. He was just looking at you, confidently and with a ghost of a smirk on his plump lips. You were looking back, giving nothing away. He was obviously waiting for some reaction and he was getting none.

He chuckled, “Too much sass for a little omega.”

You couldn’t hold back your scoff. “I am not your omega,” you stated looking him right in the eye, “so it’s not very polite of you to point out my nature.”

He shrugged to that and took a sip of his drink, his eyes not leaving your face.

“So what now,” you asked getting a little bored, “you’re gonna ask me dull questions like what’s my name or where I’m from?”

He chuckled again. “I’ve got enough betas for that. Know everything about you.”

“Everything?” you narrowed your eyes at this bold statement. And he accused you of having too much sass!

“Including how many times you screwed that human,” he nodded.

“Should I be flattered?” you mused, feeling the anger rise inside once again at how arrogant he was in getting into your business. He slightly frowned at your question, not fully understanding where it came from. “Well, a big bad alpha’s interested in who I screw,” you explained with a sigh.

He smirked again and again said nothing. Which pissed you off even more. You weren’t looking for this meeting, he came up to you. He could just say what he wanted and you’d be done with it.

“If your betas have done all the dirty work, why are you here now?” you asked, ready to finish this conversation and flattering yourself with an idea that you’d be able to do it.

He scoffed and looked again at where you colleagues were. You knew Nick probably watched the two of you. You had also no idea why it bothered the alpha.

“Come on,” he said turning back to you and moving closer. Not much, half a step, but enough for you to notice. “You know who I am. I know who you are. And we both know you aren’t looking for anything serious,” he mused, his voice somehow lower and deeper. “How about not wasting time on pointless conversations?”

You almost choked on your breath. All this following you and sending betas to track you down just to fuck you? You wanted to push him away, to tell him to go fuck himself. You wanted just to turn over and leave. Instead you kept standing where he wanted you, pinned down by the power in his eyes. You were so angry at yourself, and only more so, as you felt the knot tie inside your belly. You knew the feeling, you wanted him more than you ever wanted anything in your life.

“And what gives you an impression that I’ll agree?” you asked, still not ready to give in.

“Because I know something else, what no beta could tell me,” he said smiling at you hungrily and bending down to your ear. “That every time you’ve been cuming around your fingers this week, you were thinking about me.”

And you couldn’t hold it anymore. You gasped at how bold, yet how true his words were. You inhaled his scent, his flesh so close to you, you could feel the heat coming of him. Your mind got dizzy with his smell and your legs started to tremble. You lost your concentration for a moment, but that was enough for him, as he bent a little lower and kissed you.

You weren’t sure if you’d ever been kissed like this. He didn’t hesitate at your lips opening them and filling your mouth with his tongue. His hand grabbed your waist and pulled you closer to him. Your arms flew to his biceps, merely to prevent you from falling. He was sucking and biting on you lower lip and then pushing your tongue with his again. You felt your lungs burn, asking for air, but kept your lips on his like your life dependent on it. Because at this moment you were absolutely sure, your life did depend on him.

He stopped kissing you as unexpectedly as started, just letting go of you and smirking at your startled expression. He offered you his hand and looked at you with a question in his much brighter now eyes. You hated yourself for what you were doing. But you couldn’t help it. You took his hand and let him pull you out of that bar.

The air outside was chilly enough for your heated skin. Alpha pulled you down the road to the black Range Rover parked further. You thought he was about to open the car door for you, instead he pressed you to the car and attached his lips to yours once again. This kiss was slower and much more sensual, but his hands on your waist as firm as before. You felt his knee push between your thighs and moved them apart, feeling your skirt roll higher. He pushed his body more into your frame and you sank down a little to feel his thigh under your core. You moaned into his mouth at the feeling, grinding in pursuit of friction. You felt his smile with your lips.

“What is it, omega? Wanna ride my thigh?” he mocked you.

You opened your eyes and looked boldly at him. “Wanna ride your face.”

He only laughed to that, then opened the passenger’s door and shoved you inside. You watched him close your door and walk round the car to his side. You had no idea why you did that, a strange impulse making you act so shamelessly. You arched your back and pushed down you panties, crumpled them and pushed down his glove box. You had a mere second to close it as his door opened and he got inside the car, watching with a smirk as you were wiggling on the cold leather seat.

“Eager much?” he asked.

But you just smiled with your wicked smile as you lifted your body and kissed him with all the lust you had inside. You felt his amusement, his fleeting hesitation. A strange idea emerged in your mind. Was he enjoying your resistance and sass?

“Wanna have that thigh riding session in a backseat?” he asked.

You shook your head and licked your lips. “I’m not fucking you in your car.” With that you took his hand with a car key in it and motioned to the keyhole. You pushed his hand to insert the key and turned it to start the car. The whole movement somehow turning you both on more than it should have. “Drive,” you whispered into his lips before leaning back in your seat.

He didn’t answer. Just rushed his car out of the parking lot and down the street. His eyes were on the road, but all his senses were set on you. It felt like he was touching you without actually touching you. You felt your breath break and at the first traffic light he stopped you grabbed his neck and moved him closer, kissing him deep. His lips were exactly what you imagined them to be, soft, but still rough and greedy. You heard car horns behind, signaling you that it was green again, and laughed shamelessly as he cursed, setting the car in motion again.

But you weren’t in a mood to stop. You moved up on your knees and pressed your lips to his toned neck, your right hand sliding down on his prominent crotch. You started sucking on his skin and palming his dick through his jeans in the same rhythms. He hissed, “Stop or I’ll take you in the car no matter what you say,” he almost roared, his voice echoing in your insides. You smiled to his threat, “Come on, alpha, I’m sure you’ve got some stamina.” Your giggles died out to the sound of his low roar, your hand involuntary squeezed harder on his dick, making him hiss. You knew your eyes were turning blue and soon would glow. God, how could you forget, how much hotter was sex with an actual wolf?

At the next traffic lights he abruptly grabbed on your jaw and moved your head up so he could suck on your neck. You whole body shivered at the feeling of his teeth bite on the sensitive skin and then his tongue lick on the same spot. You started sinking in the feeling and the next moment he just stopped, practically dropping your head. You almost lost your balance, while the fucker continued driving, both his hands on the steering wheel.

You quirked your eyebrow. Was he trying to point out your place? He had no idea who was he messing with, you thought as your right hand slowly pulled down the zipper on his jeans. You shoved down his boxers (black again, did that man wore any other color?) and took his dick in your hand. You had to hold back your moan at the look of it. Long, with prominent veins and drops of precum on the head, it fit so perfectly in your hand. You turned your eyes back to his face in search for the reaction and started pumping him. You’d never been so turned on by a simple hand job on somebody’s dick before, but the next moan breaking out of you, you didn’t hold back. You wanted him to hear, wanted him to know how much you were enjoying his dick in your hand.

The next you couldn't predict, though. The car slowed down again and he looked you in the eyes, hip pupils dark yellow now and glowing. He didn’t say a word, yet you felt his command. That had never happened to you before, even your father had to use his words, so unsubmissive you were. The wolf inside of you had never obeyed to anyone. Until that moment, when under his look you lowered your head and licked on his dick. You huffed at realisation of the power he had over you, as you lowered your hand to lightly scratch his balls, while your tongue was dancing around his dick head.

“Either suck my dick or sit up and keep your hands to yourself,” he said, you heard irritation in his voice. It left you satisfied. You did submit, but at least you got him a little. You grabbed his dick at the bottom and pushed him all the way up your mouth, hollowing your cheeks. You heard him hissing and started moving you head, making sure he reaches the back of your throat every time. You guessed you reached another traffic light, as the car stopped and his hand dropped on your head to set you in a faster pace. Soon you felt him stroke your hair, the car wasn’t moving. You slowed down and felt him pulling your head up.

“I thought you said you aren’t fucking me in the car,” he reminded with the same smirk.

“Not my fault you’re taking so long,” you whispered back, your lips must have glittered with your spit.

He just smiled wider and kissed you again, rushed, but deep. “Get out,” he dropped as he finished the kiss. You fixed your skirt and climbed out from the car, glancing at his frown as he tried to put his, must be painfully hard, dick back into his jeans. You smirked and walked in front of the car to get a look of his house. It wasn’t too big, yet pretty spacious for a lonely alpha. Garage for two cars, terrace at the back. You heard a car door open and shut behind you and then a hand grabbed on your arm, pulling you to the entrance.

He didn’t waste any time pushing you to the wall and pressing his lips to yours. What was it with the men pressing you to the walls, you though. The lights were off, none of you really needing them. His hand went all the way down from your jaw, paying particular attention to your breasts, to the hem of your skirt. He didn’t bother with the zipper, just rolled it up to your waist. And hissed at the feeling of absolutely bare skin of your hips.

“Where did you lose your panties?” he hummed with amusement. He knew you had them at the bar, he felt them when you were grinding on his thigh next to his car.

“Somewhere along the way,” you smirked.

“Aren’t you a dirty little slut, my omega?” he mused and pressed his fingers to your clit. He watched closely at your reactions, your open mouth with broken breath and darkening eyes. He started rubbing circles, using one finger to slide through your folds. You couldn’t bear that slow torture and you bucked your hips up. He just chuckled and without a warning inserted a finger inside you. You whimpered and bent forward, your head rested against his shoulder. His fingers were so much better at it than yours. In no time you felt his second finger and that was it for you. You leaned all your weight at him, your legs shaking too much to hold you up. Every thrust of his fingers drawing a hiss out of you.

You found yourself so close to the edge with his two fingers inside of you and his thumb on your clit. You thrust your hips into his hand to get his fingers deeper, where the desire was burning your insides up. He only chuckled and pulled his fingers out of you. You didn’t even try to protest, knowing full well you were in his power now. He threw you over his shoulder, his right hand on your ass, fingers wet with your juices, stroking and squeezing. You didn’t try to get a glimpse of the house, focusing fully on his hand and the anticipation inside of you. You took it he went up the stairs and then inside his bedroom, apparently, as a minute later he laid you down on the bed. He was surprisingly careful, holding your neck and lowering your head not to hurt you. You frowned at this, not sure where it came from. But the next moment he shrugged out of his jacket and pulled his tee off and you forgot everything. His chest was a perfect combination of toned muscles and soft lines, with tattoos on his collarbones. You bit on your lip, wondering if you’d be able to see that chest below you.

He clasped your hips and pulled you closer to the edge, kneeled down and froze for a moment, just enjoying the view of your dripping pussy. “Do you have any idea how deliciously you smell?” he asked all of a sudden. You looked down at him, but he was still watching your pussy. “Best fucking scent in the world,” he added so quietly, you weren’t sure you heard him correctly, and bent to your core.

You thought you’d die that very moment. How one could feel such bliss and still survive? His tongue was all over you, licking your folds flat and slamming inside right after that. His lips so soft around your clit and so demanding. You lost the moment when your moans turned into cries, maybe it happened when he pushed his fingers back inside you, or maybe when he started curling them inside, making you arch your back and pull on his hair. You were right at the edge when he demanded you look at him. You had to gather all your will, to lift your head up and open your eyes. His lips were glistening and his eyes glowing bright yellow. You saw surprise in them at the color of yours. You smirked, that was the only thing you had strength for before he started sucking on your clit again.

You came like this, looking right at him. Your toes curled and thighs press to his face. You couldn’t help it, you had no control over your body anymore. It felt like it was acting on his command and pure instincts now. You felt him pulling your thighs apart to stand up and realised you eyes were closed again. You looked up to see him pushing down his jeans and boxers.

“Your eyes are blue,” he said. You heard a question in his words. You knew it was rare for your kind, more natural for a pup than a grown up wolf.

“They’ve never changed their color,” you shrugged. There wasn’t much to say about it for you. You felt odd about it when you were little, but then got used to it. It wasn’t your only peculiarity.

You rolled on your side to get an access to your skirt zipper and felt his hands on your hips again. He dragged your skirt down your legs and took your hand to help you sit up. He put his knee down between your legs and bent to kiss you, gently this time. You felt your taste on his lips, a little salty and tart. “They’re beautiful,” he whispered, looking you right in the eye. He freed you off your shirt and bra, and tried to lay you down. You knew what he was doing, but you had a better plan.

“Let me,” you asked, pushing on his chest. He stopped for a moment, not getting what you wanted. But then he saw you standing up, got the idea and fell on his back. “You don’t have to,” he muttered, and you understood that he actually didn’t get the idea. You smirked, thinking how predictable it was, and threw your leg over his waist. You saw amusement in his eyes as you straddled him and took his dick in your hand to line him up.

“So you do wanna ride me,” he chuckled.

You left it without response, too busy sinking down on him. It was too much, he was too much. Too long, too thick, filling you as nobody could feel you. You closed your eyes, your nails digging into the soft skin over his ribs. You heard him groan at the feeling, cursing at how tight you were. You knew you had to take it slow. And so you did. You moved your hips up and sank once again, feeling him going deeper. His hands grabbed on your wrists and almost crushed them. You started rocking in a steady rhythm, his hands move to your waist to help you grind on him.

You felt his gaze on your breasts, them jumping up a little with your every move. He couldn’t just lay like this for long, you knew you were lucky enough to just get on top of him. He pushed himself up and lowered his head, kissing on your neck. You leaned back to give him better access and put your hands on his thighs for the balance. He started sinking his way down your throat to your chest, until he reached your left breast. You lost your rhythm for a moment at the feeling of his lips on your nipple. Your hands flew to his shoulders, his right arm snake around you to keep you up. You started move again and he started to assault your right nipple with his fingers. Your moans got louder again, your moves got sloppy. You felt your high build up and started losing it. He felt it to, letting go of your nipples and pulling your body to his chest. He started thrusting his hips up in you as fast as it was only possible in this position until he felt your teeth sink in his shoulder and your walls clench around his dick. The very moment he pressed your hips to his not letting you move at all. You were whining into his skin, your whole body one big bundle of nerves. Your skin literally burn where he was touching it. You probably lost your senses for a moment or two, as you were positive you opened your eyes, yet you still couldn’t see anything.

“You alright?” he whispered in your ear, you felt like even his breath was burning your skin.

“Yeah, I-” you couldn’t finish. Was there even a word for this? You more felt rather than heard his laugh, his chest shaking so nicely against yours.

“Think you can take one more?” he asked. You felt him still inside of you, hard as ever. He didn’t cum yet.

“Yes, just, not like that,” you could only hope he’d get what you were saying, unable to produce a better answer. You felt his laugh again, and then his “I got you, baby,” as he lifted you up from him and laid you on the bed again, this time on your stomach.

You frowned a little. You couldn’t take another one on your hands and knees for the dear life, your limbs too shaky and weak. You had no time to protest though, as he lifted your ass, making you tuck your knees, and sank into you again. You almost cried at the stretching, different angle making it even more intense. You felt him bend over you, his left arm picking you and lifting you up. He pulled you closer to the headboard, putting his right hand on it for the balance. He leaned you both a little forward for a better position and started moving. You lost your voice in no time. He was going on you at the highest speed, thrusting his hips into you with loud thumps. His left hand was squeezing on your breast, his head rest on your shoulder. You felt his roar burst out from his chest as he was chasing his own release. He dropped his hand to your clit, you had to lean over the headrest at the loss of support.

“Baby talk to me,” he demanded, you gather all the will you had to hear him, “can I cum inside?”

“Yes, fuck, please, yes,” you moaned as his fingers got faster on your clit. You wanted it so much, you both were so fucking close.

He came first with a long low roar. The best sound you’d heard in your entire life. His roar was probably what set you off for the third time this night. He dropped his head on you shoulder again, growling at the feel of your walls clenching around his dick, milking him to the last.

You whimpered as he sank out of you, feeling like you lost much more than just the contact. He picked you up again, making you wonder how he had strength for anything after that, and lowered you both on your sides, pulling covers over you. The last things you felt before falling into darkness were his arms pressing you into his chest and his lips leaving kisses in your hair.

***

The morning was gloomy, sun not risen yet over the horizon. You were sneaking around his bedroom in the gray light picking up your clothes of the floor. You didn’t worry about waking him up. The hardest part was getting out off his clench. When you were free and he didn’t even stir, you knew he was sleeping deep enough for you to leave without trouble. You put on your clothes and grabbed your shoes and turned to look at him one more time.

You could see your bite on his shoulder and smiled. You suddenly realised you didn’t get to know his name last night. And somehow you felt it was right. You were pretty sure that was the last time you saw him so close. And it was okay if he’d stay just a big bad alpha for you. That was exactly how you wanted to remember him.

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