#alpha!jack abbot

Tonight is no different. If Jack took a shot every time you rolled your eyes, scowled, or talked back to him, his name would be up on the patient board.

He should find it infuriating. Part of him— the most basic, primitive part— does. You give him the urge to snap his teeth and growl, make you show him some respect.

The rest of Jack finds you… interesting. Exciting. Jack loves a challenge, and you pose a very fun one. He’s determined to figure you out.

Jack tracks you down after shift change. He finds you in the empty room of the last patient you discharged. You’re hunched over your rolling computer cart, finishing up some charting.

When he walks in you look startled, then cornered, then extremely irritated.

“You know, I came in here for some peace and quiet.”

“Do you have some kind of problem with me?” Jack asks, choosing to ignore your snide greeting. You eye him for a moment, like you’re deciding whether you want to tell the truth or not. He raises a brow and waits.

“You clearly don’t trust me with the patients.” You eventually say, stony. Not true. “You’re always— hovering. Like you’re waiting for me to slip up. But I’m not gonna slip up”

Anxiety and vulnerability roll off you in waves, souring your scent. When Jack smells it he desperately aches to soften. To gather you in his arms and rumble out assurances. I know you won’t, little omega. You do such a good job. You’re so good. It takes everything in him to stifle the urge.

“I’m your attending,” he says calmly, careful to keep his voice even. “It’s kinda my job to keep an eye on you. Y’know, to attend.”

Your eyes narrow. “You’re not my attending.” You grind out the words, and maybe Jack’s reading into it, but you sound… bitter? Jealous? “You and Shen are the attendings. Supervising me isn’t your personal little pet project.”

“You want it to be?”

You look taken aback. Just for a second. Jack can’t help but revel in it– you’re not easy to shake.

“I just want you to fuck off and stop breathing down my neck so I can actually do my job!”

Jack doesn’t respond for a moment. He barely manages to stifle his surprise at the fact that an omega just, essentially, cursed him out and spat in his face. He stares down his nose at you, intentionally allowing the silence to feel thick. Studying you.

He sees you catch on. You straighten up, even puff out your chest a bit, trying to look strong and sure and unbothered.

It’s a good attempt, he’ll give you that. You’d have plenty of alphas fooled.

But Jack catches the way your head tilts back for just an instant like you’re about to bare your throat. Sees the flash of doubt in your eyes, like your instincts are begging you to just give this up already, roll over, and show him your belly. Oh. That’s new. He feels his cock swell.

“Yeah? You want me to fuck off?” He lets his voice drop an octave. You make a choked, barely-there sound that he’d like to call a whimper. Your scent shifts sweeter.

Jack steps towards you, big and slow and imposing, and is surprised again when you don’t back up. Ballsy little thing.

“You know what I think?” His voice is smooth, low, almost a purr. Dripping with alpha condescension.

Jack sees your throat bob as you swallow. You just glare up at him without a word, and he knows it's because you don’t trust your voice not to waver. He smirks.

“I’ll tell you, sweetheart.” He watches you shiver. He’s so close now that he’s almost touching you. “I think you know that I’m good at what I do. I think you respect me. Maybe even like me a little. And all this attitude you give me…” he raises a brow and leans down, letting his breath fan over your face, “Is you trying to overcompensate for the fact that what you really want is to be bent over and put in your place.”

It’s bold, Jack realizes. Might be too much. Could make you turn tail, but he doubts it. You’re braver than that.

He watches you stiffen. There’s a flash of blatant hunger in your eyes— bingo— but it’s quickly snuffed out by stubborn defiance.

“I’m not just some needy ommie who’ll give it up to any alpha with a pulse.” Your voice only wavers a little.

“Oh, I know.” Jack nods. He feels, looks, and smells painfully smug. His voice is like velvet. “But you’ll give it up to me, won’t you?”

That breaks you. You practically collapse in on yourself, all small, and breathe out an involuntary “alpha.”

“There it is.” Jack coos. The praise makes you preen, and you extend your neck, baring your throat for Jack to brush his lips against. You smell fucking delicious. “Sweet little omega. You don’t have to fight it.”

“You’re such a douchebag.” You bite out. Sure, it’s weak and shaky, but it impresses Jack regardless. He has his nose pressed against your gland and you’re still talking back.

“Ooh, you don’t quit.” He rumbles. He pulls back slightly, his big hand coming up to cup the side of your neck. His eyes rake shamelessly down your body, not even trying to hide his desire. He’s sure you can smell it on him anyway. “What’s it gonna take, baby? Do you need my cock inside you to finally start behaving yourself?”

“You tell me, Abbot.” You sneer. “What’s it gonna take, in your professional opinion?”

Jack smiles, challenging and predatory in a way that would make most omegas wither. But not you. Your lip curls up, showing off cute little canines. He can’t help but groan and grind down against your abdomen.

“Fuck, baby.” Jack growls. “So cute when you act all tough.” He grips around your hip with a big hand and backs you up against the hospital bed while the other works hastily at the waistband of your scrubs. Once he has them loosened, he shoves his hand right down the front of your panties.

The second he gets his fingers inside you, you melt. Slick practically pours onto his hand. The strong, heady scent of it is overwhelming. It makes his nostrils flare.

If the way you’re squirming around on the bed and whining incoherently tells him anything, it’s that he’s not gonna need to get his cock involved to make you behave. The realization hits him like a truck, right through to his ego.

“There you go, little omega. You like that?” He taunts.

You nod, finally eager and obedient. It’s like a victory after all the fight you’ve given him. Jack didn’t know that submission from an omega could feel quite this good. It usually comes too easy.

“Yeah. Good girl. I’ve got you, sweetheart. Let me take care of you.”

“D-Dr. Abbot— alpha— please.”

You sound fucking broken and Jack can’t stand it. His instincts whir— make her happy, make her feel good, fill her up.

“I’ve got you.” He repeats in the low, steady voice he reserves for omegas in distress. He pulls his fingers out of you, and it’s only so he can free his cock from his scrubs, but you whine anyway.

“Fuck— hurry up.”

“Shh. Easy.” Jack murmurs. His free hand reaches up, intending to stroke soothingly across your cheek— but he has to yank it away when you turn your head and nip at his fingers like a kitten. Fucking brat.

“Settle down.” He growls. The tone squeezes you tight, wrings out any fight you have left. You’re left lax on the bed below him– boneless, pliant, willing. Good, his alpha purrs. “That’s better. Just take what I give you.”

Jack slides his hard cock through your slit once, coating it in your slick, before he pushes into you.

You feel like heaven— the hottest, wettest, tightest fucking pussy he’s ever had. And the sound you make when he stretches you. That high pitched, keening moan of pleasure. Jack wants to bottle that sound.

“Good omega.” He purrs, leaning down to press hot kisses along the column of your neck. He’s possessed by the need to ensure you smell like him for days.

You arch into it, exposing your throat further, pushing your hips down on his cock.

“You feel so fucking good. You were made for this.”

You whine at that, and Jack can see your mind wrestling with the sentiment despite the way it makes your pussy gush and your instincts sing.

Jack hushes you. “It’s okay.” He holds you still by your hip and litters more wet, soothing kisses across your jaw. “There’s nothin’ wrong with it, sweet girl. Let yourself enjoy this.”

“Abbot—“ when you say it, Jack can’t stifle his choked laugh— “feels so good.”

“Call me Jack, baby, my fuckin’ dick’s inside you.” He shakes his head before he briefly connects his lips with yours. “Jesus. I woulda done this ages ago if I knew you wanted it this bad.”

His cock sponges over your g-spot and his tip kisses your cervix with every thrust. He can feel you getting close— your pussy’s clenching, you’re whimpering louder, slick is dripping down your thighs and onto the bed below. Your hands grapple desperately at his freckled sides, arms, and shoulders, nails leaving indented crescents in their wake.

“Come on, sweet omega.” Jack purrs in your ear. His hand finds your breast so he can thumb circles on your nipple as further encouragement. He fucks into you relentlessly. “I want you to cum for me. Milk my cock.”

“Jack— Alpha— fuck.” You sound broken as your orgasm washes over you. You shake below him on the table— lips parted, brows furrowed, eyes locked on his. Jack growls.

“There you go, that’s it. You’re so good.” He means it more than he’s ever meant anything. You’re so fucking good. You look good, you smell good, you feel good, you sound good. Jack’s not gonna last much longer. “You’re such a good omega.”

“Yours,” You keen— and fuck, you’re still cumming. “Your omega.”

“Mine.” Jack nods. His hips falter. “My good girl. Doing so well for your alpha.”

Jack lets his teeth ghost over your mating bond, grazing the tender, unbroken skin there.

The whimpery sound you let out sends him over the edge. His hips snap forward one more time and he spills inside you with a long, low groan. It takes everything in him to hold back and not bite you right then.

“Babygirl,” Jack grits out once he can speak, breathless. Your walls are still fluttering around his softening cock. “You’re fucking incredible.”

You don’t say anything. He lifts his head from the crook of your neck. “Hey. Look at me. You okay?”

“Jack…” you murmur. You’re looking at him like he hung the moon and the stars, and he feels like he could start glowing. Still, your scent sours with uncertainty. “Jesus, this is— we shouldn’t have—“

“Why not?”

“This is completely unprofessional—“

Jack scoffs. “Yeah, doll, we’re well past that.”

“This is exactly what I’ve been trying to avoid!” Your voice is raised. “And you make it very difficult!”

You’re clearly dismayed, and Jack shouldn’t grin, but he does.

“Do I?” Jack leans down to nose against the gland on your neck again. He smells only himself there, mingling with your scent, and goddamn he could get hard again. His tongue darts out to soothe over the area, and you melt. “Do I make it hard for you to conduct yourself?” He lets a mocking lilt bleed into his tone. “Is that why you insist on being such a pain in my ass all the time?”

“Don’t be mean.” You grumble. You're trying, and failing, to maintain your contempt. The words come out far too pleading.

“Attagirl. Now you’re getting it.” Jack coos. He leans down and gives you a kiss. “If you want me to be sweet on you then all you have to do is ask.”

You scowl at him. You still smell anxious, and that won't do at all.

You’re purring in your sleep against Jack. Your nose is still in his scent gland, and you seem perfectly content in your sleep. Jack is still running his hands down your back to soothe you. His wolf is still on high alert for any potential dangers against you. 

A knock sounds on the other side of the door, and Jack growls in warning. 

“It’s just me, brother,” Robby calls from the other side of the door. 

He knew that Jack was going to be extra territorial and possessive of you, especially with your heat still being present. 

“What is it, Robby?” Jack calls back. He has no intentions of opening the door for anyone at the moment. 

“I just wanted to come and check in on you both. The cops came and got the prick. They want to talk to you and her, but I told them that now wouldn’t be a good time. Also, I figured it’d probably be a good idea if you both went home. I can smell your rut starting,” Robby explains. 

As an Alpha and doctor, Robby had to learn to get advanced with his sense of smell. It was important, especially in a high-stress environment where there were literally pheromones and hormones radiating through the air. 

It was just better for everyone if he always reminded himself to stay on his P’s and Q’s. 

Jack looks down at your sleeping face. You look so calm and at peace lying on his chest. He hates the fact that he’s going to have to wake you up from your sleep. 

“Hey, sweet girl. I need you to wake up,” He says softly in your ear. 

You shift and bring your body closer to his. Your sleepy eyes blink a few times before finally landing on his face. You smile sheepishly at him, given your current situation.

Jack offers his own smile, “We gotta go. I’m gonna take you back to my place for your heat. Does that sound okay?”

You nod, “Okay. Are you gonna stay with me?”

Jack’s heart clenches at the sight of your little pout. “Hey, I’m not going anywhere, babydoll. It’s me and you from here on out.” You smile brightly at his words. For you, it solidified that he was okay with this situation. You know that there’s still a lot to be talked about, but you wouldn’t rush it for now.

You sniff the air and curl yourself back into Jack’s chest. He runs a hand down your back, “It’s okay. S’just Robby. The guy from earlier is already gone.” 

You calm down at the words and lean up so that Jack can sit up. Wordlessly, he passes you your top to put back on. The last thing he wants to do is have to beat Robby up for looking at you. He pulls his t-shirt back over his own head, and you both stand up from the on-call bed. Jack grabs your hand to exit the room. When he opens the door, Robby is standing on the other side of the hallway.

He smiles politely at you, “I grabbed all of your stuff from your locker. And I got this too.” He holds up your Stanley Cup. Your wolf is still on high alert from the earlier situation, so you hesitate to reach out and grab the items. In response, Jack moves forward to grab them. 

Robby leans against the wall, “Don’t worry about work. I already submitted all of the paperwork for you both to be off for rut and heat leave. We’re gonna have to file paperwork about the assault, but I don’t want you to worry about that now. Just take care of yourself, okay?”

“Thanks, Robby.” You reply, finally smiling at the man. 

Robby turns his gaze back to Jack, “I’d suggest taking her out the back entry way. Limits both of your smells.”

You wince as the cramps begin to radiate throughout your body. A small whimper leaves your mouth and Jack perks up at the sound. Without a second thought, he picks you up in his arms and your arms wrap around his neck with your legs crossed at this lower back. 

“Shhh, it’s okay baby. I’m gonna get you home soon,” He said, voice low in your ear. 

He throws Robby one last look of appreciation before walking down the hallway with you in his arms. Robby watches dumbstruck at the display between you and Jack. He can’t believe that you and Jack are this attached to each other without having properly mated yet. 

You and Jack were definitely an anomaly that he would love to study. 

Once you’re outside, Jack walks with you in his arms like it’s a completely normal situation. Anyone that passes by the two do you have enough sense to clear a path for Jack. It’s clear to them from his body language and scent alone that he’s prepared to tear anyone apart for you. 

Jack unlocks his truck and places your bag on the backseat along with your Stanley. He goes to set you down, but you wrapped his limbs around him tighter. 

“I’m not going anywhere, doll. I just need to get into my truck. You can sit in my lap while I drive,” Jack said, running another hand down your back. 

You detach yourself from him and it’s only a brief moment when Jack sits in his truck that you’re back in his lap. He starts the truck and hums a gentle tune to keep you calm on the drive. 

You’re peering up at him curiously while he’s driving and a smug smirk crosses his lips, “You watching me, sweet girl?” 

You nod, “You’re really pretty, Jack.”

His chest rumbles at the words. It also amuses him a little bit because he knows that your wolf is turning up the charm to get him to mate with you. “I’m not nearly as pretty as you, honey. That’s Bible.” 

You laugh lowly before wincing as another cramp hits your stomach. Jack takes one hand off the steering wheel to place it on your stomach. He moves the hand beneath your scrubs bottoms and places it on your stomach. You close your eyes in relief. 

“Just a few more minutes baby, and I promise I’ll take care of you.” 

Your body tingles with excitement. All of this back and forth with you and Jack had been building for weeks. You were excited and slightly nervous at the prospect of mating with him. 

Growing up, you’d always been fascinated with the idea of having a mate. Someone that was basically preselected and fated to be your person for life. You didn’t mind have Jack as a mate. It didn’t bother you that he was older either. 

You only wondered why you had been predestined as his mate so much later in his life. Those were questions that you’d probably never get answers to. 

Jack pulls the truck in front of a beautiful two story home. He exits the truck with you in tow. When he unlocks the door, he ushers you in first. You toe off your shoes at the front door. 

Jack moves past you, but stops once he notices that you’re still standing by the front door. “Come on, baby. I can give you a tour of everything.”

He grabs your hand and intertwines your fingers. He gives you a run down of where everything is before settling in the living room.

His nose perks up at the smell of your heat picking up again. He can feel the beginnings of his own rut being triggered by you. He suspects the fact that he hasn’t been mated or been with an Omega in years is causing his body to react to you. 

Your own pupils begin dilating at his scent changing. You can see him taking deep breaths to not lose control. 

“We should talk first before we go forward,”Jack states, fists tightly gripping the couch.

For a second, you start to worry that he’s planning to reject you. Jack can read the thoughts as they play across your face and he quickly moves to sit closer to you. He grabs your hand in his, “Hey, it’s definitely not that. I want you. I want every single part of you more than I think you know.”

He pauses and lets out a deep sigh, “There’s just something I know I should tell you beforehand.”

You can smell the small tingles of stress radiating from the man in front of you. You squeeze his hands in yours, “It’s okay, Jack. You can tell me anything.”

Jack looks at you—genuinely looks at you and he can tell that you mean every word. 

He stares at you and then looks down at the table, “I used to be mated before I met you.”

He feels you freeze, but you nod your head for him to continue. “Her name was Leah. I met her when I was in the hospital after I had lost my leg. She was the nurse that took care of me. We found out not too much longer after that we were mates. We were together for years. Then somewhere down the line, she got sick. Cancer. It was a lot more aggressive than either of us could imagine. Then I just woke up one day and she was gone.”

Through your bond, you can feel the grief and sorrow. You move closer to Jack and grip his hands tighter in yours. His teary eyes meet your empathetic ones, “I’m not telling you this to hurt you. I just wanted you to know because I never even conceived that having another mate would be possible. I miss Leah, but I’m open to starting on a new future with you.”

You take a second to take his words in. It definitely raised more questions in your mind with the knowledge that he had a prior mate.

“How is it possible that you can have me as a mate when you’ve already had one? I thought this was a once in a lifetime thing,” You said, confusion clear in your tone. 

Jack shakes his head, “It’s not normal. In fact, it’s an anomaly, but I’m not upset about it. I want this if you do.”

You can sense that he’s nervous to hear your response. “Jack, you’ve been taking care of me for weeks now. I really care about you and I want this. I want to be mated to you.” 

Jack smiles and you can feel his relief and joy radiating through the bond. 

He stands and holds his hand out to you, “Just you and me, sweet girl. Let’s go get mated.” 

He takes his hand in yours and electricity radiates through your being. You know this means that your wolves are prepping to be mated with each other. 

As you walk up the stairs together, it all hits you at once. You’re about to officially be mated the man of your dreams. Smart. Caring. Gentle. Jack Abbot. 

Jack pushes the door open and you’re greeted by a scent that smells vaguely familiar. You catch Jack’s sheepish look. “Um, I went out and bought that perfume that you wear all the time. I needed to feel like you were here with me.”

“You don’t have to explain. I was practically only sleeping in your quarter zip that you leant me,” You replied. 

Jack’s mind flashes to the picture of you in his jacket. “I’m well aware. You remember that day you were showing me pictures of your pottery? Well I accidentally strolled and saw the picture of you in my jacket.”

You smirk and walk closer to stand in front of him. Your fingers trail down his chest that is straining against the black t-shirt. 

“I know you did. I made sure that you saw it that day.”

A wide grin crosses his face before his eyes darken. The height difference between the two of you makes your body shiver. Even the way that he squares his shoulders back to look down on you has you ready to kneel at his feet. 

“Take off your clothes,” Jack demands, voice stern but still holding an air of softness reserved for you. 

You slide the socks off your feet followed by your top. Soon, your bottoms join the rest of the clothing. Your undergarments aren’t the most exciting, but you had silently thank earlier you for choosing a cute matching pair. 

Little do you know, you could be wearing granny panties and Jack would still want to hit. 

Jack steps forward, “Can I touch you?”

“Yes.” 

His hands trail up your sides until he pulls you firmly to his body. Jack leans down and brings his nose to your neck to smell at your scent gland. You gasp as his tongue runs along the column of your throat. 

He lightly nips at your throat while squeezing your backside in his hands. Your own hands make their way up his shirt to feel his skin.

Jack turns your body so that your back is against his chest. His fingers work on the clasp of your bra as you let the material fall to the floor. Both of Jack’s hand come around to grasp your breasts in his hands. You moan as he continues nipping at your neck while massaging your breasts in his hands. 

Jack slides a calloused hand down your stomach to reach your panties. By now, the material is soaked with your slick. Jack groans at the feel of slippery folds between his fingers. 

“You’re so wet for me. My sweet girl. My sweet Omega.” You moan at the title. Jack slides the material down your legs and moves to stand in front of you again. 

He leads you to you the bed to lay you down gently on it. You were only a little surprised that he was being this gentle. You had heard many stories from other Omegas about how their first time with their Alphas had been rough.

Jack takes a minute to fully gaze upon your body. He memorizes every curve and contour of your body. 

He leans forward to connect his lips to yours, “You’re beautiful.”

You smile up at him, “I want to see you too.”

Jack pulls back to toss his shirt over his head. Your hungry gaze travels down his form. He knows that he still looks good for his age. You sit up and your fingers go to the button of this pants. You help Jack with taking his pants off. He suddenly stop when you get closer to his leg. 

You trail your hands up his chest, “I want to love every part of you, Alpha.” 

A shift snaps in Jack’s chest and he sits next to you to remove the pants fully. He doesn’t feel any shame as your eyes take him in fully. He can feel the pure love and adoration that you have for him. He doesn’t think he can fall in love with you more until you slide off the bed to kneel in front of him.

Wordlessly, you take off his prosthetic and even go to the bathroom to procure a towel to wipe around the limb. His little Omega was already dedicated to taking care of him. The thought brings him more joy than he knows.

“Come here, sweet girl,” Jack said, pulling you next to him in the bed. 

His lips press against yours again as his hand travels down to your core, which is wet with your slick. Jack drags his fingers up to caress your clit. Your soft moans enter his mouth. He guides his fingers down to your entrance to fully submerge them inside you. 

“I gotta prep you to take my knot,” He whispers against your lips. 

Your hips hump against his hand, while Jack continues to curl them inside of you. His palm rubs at your clit and your moaning increases. Soon, your walls tighten around his fingers as more of your slick coats his hand. 

Jack gives you one more look to check if you’re ready to which you nod eagerly. He drags his briefs down his legs before settling between your legs. Your greedy eyes take in how beautiful his dick is. Your wolf is even more excited at seeing his knot already beginning to swell and eager to have it lock inside of you. 

You spread your legs wider for Jack, who guides his tip to your entrance. Your teary eyes meet his, “Please, Alpha, I need you.”

Jack’s brain short circuits at hearing his title from your mouth and he fully sinks inside of you. Loud purrs radiate from both of your mouths. Your back is arched and Jack can feel your walls gripping him.

He groans, “You feel so good for me, my sweet Omega. Made just for me.” 

Jack pulls back to thrust inside of you again. Sparks of electricity shoots up the base of his spine and he knows that you can feel it too. He continues his rhythm of thrusting into your body until you pull his face down to yours. 

Your blown out and dark pupils meet his, “Harder.”

Never one to not give you what you want, Jack pulls one of your legs higher, which causes him to sink deeper inside you and he roughly starts to fuck you. You can feel his knot starting to catch along with the crudeness of his balls slapping against you.

By now, your nails have sharpened and Jack winces as the sharp claws pierce his back. The pain is only momentary as his pleasure increases with you. 

You look up at him, “You feel so good.” 

“Yeah? I’m making my sweet girl feel good? You want my knot baby?”

Your wolf moans at the thought of having Jack’s knot inside of her. The thought alone triggers your orgasm. Jack continues fucking you through it and watches your face the entire time. 

You push lightly at his chest to which he stops his movements. He pulls out of you which causes you both to whimper. 

You surprise him when you roll over onto your stomach and lift your hips for him. A deep arch settles into your back. Jack’s wolf growls in delight at seeing his Omega present herself for him. From this angle, he can see your slick fold and the way you clench in anticipation. 

You look back at Jack and move your hips side to side teasingly. Jack take his place behind you and guides himself back to your entrance. You both moan at how much deeper he is inside you. He grabs onto your hips and begins his rough pace again. He admires the way that your body ripples against his. 

Jack’s own claws have elongated and have sank into your hips to ensure that you can’t get away from him. You don’t even seem to mind the claws digging into your skin as you keep moaning. 

Jack leans his body over yours to connect your lips. You can tell his release is near by the way that his movements get shakey and how his knot is catching more and more at your entrance.

“Please give me your knot, Alpha,” you whisper against his lips. 

Jack moans loudly at your words and a burst of pleasure ripples through his body as his release overtakes him. His knots locked in place inside you and you moan loudly as this triggers your own orgasm. 

His warm release pumps inside of you as it causes your belly to bulge. 

Through the haze of your orgasms, you turn your head to Jack, “Claim me.” 

You move your hair to the side and present your neck to him. Jack can feel his teeth sharpening in preparation. He moves his mouth over your mating gland and sinks his teeth into the mark. 

The whole room bursts into a bright amalgamation of colors for you and Jack. The only thing you both can feel is each other. You feel Jack’s heartbeat as if it were your own. Jack can feel your the pleasure as it courses through your body. His body becomes hyperaware of the emotions you’re feeling. Joy. Ecstasy. Peace. Love. 

You and Jack become one.

Jack removes his mouth from your neck and glances down at the mark. His tongue runs across it gently to soothe the mark. You were officially a mated Omega.

Since you and Jack are still knotted together, he lays you both down gently on your sides. His hand comes around to caress at your stomach. You don’t even think he realizes that he’s doing it.

“Thank you for giving me this, sweetheart,” Jack mutters in your ear.

“Thank you for being gentle with me, Jack.” You answer back. 

The older man pulls you closer to him and moves his head to your recent bite. He placed gentle kisses upon it, which sends jolt of pleasure through your body.

“I love you, my sweet girl,” Jack announces.

You turn your head with a wide smiles on your face, “I love you too, Jackie.”

Your bodies both start to settle down and the sleep starts to overcome both of you. Jack rests his arm around you while you close your eyes. You breathing slows and Jack can hear that you’re asleep. 

He nuzzles his face against your mark, “Thank you for showing me that I deserve this.”

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Jack wakes up to your smell permeating through the room. He can feel his rut has fully been triggered by you, but your heat is far from over. 

At some point in the night, his knot had gone down and slipped out of you. Your combined releases are slipping down your thighs. 

Joan’s groans as you keep pushing your hips back against his. 

“Jack, I need your knot again,” you whimper. 

He can feel your desperation and want through the bond. Suddenly, you straddle his thighs and pin his arms down. Jack smirks at you trying to dominate him. “My sweet little Omega, you’re desperate for me aren’t you?”

He grabs his hips to start grinding you along his dick. Your moans increase as your clit bumps against Jack’s knot. Jack lifts you up and notches his tip at your entrance. 

You both look down as you sink down on him. Now with your shared bond, everything feels tens time more intense. Your pleasure and Jack’s are mutually exclusive. You lift your hips and bring them back down. Jack moans at the feeling of your warm, slick walls enclosing around him. 

He places his hands in your stomach, “You took me well last night, sweet girl. Are you gonna take my knot again?”

You start grinding against him, “Yes Alpha.” 

Jack leans up to connect your lips together in a messy kiss. His lips trail down where he starts licking and sucking at your still tender mark. 

He pulls back, pupils dark, “I want to you to mark me.” 

An Omega claiming an Alpha wasn’t an unheard of phenomenon. Occasionally, Alphas were known to let their Omegas bite them back, which strengthened their bond. 

However, a lot of other Alphas were too prideful to let their Omegas bite them. Jack definitely wasn’t one of those. 

Upon hearing his words, a loud growl tears from your chest. Your wolf is delighted with the idea of Jack wearing her mark. 

You move you head to Jack’s neck to sniff at his mating gland. You lick a wide stripe along the gland. Your teeth are starting to elongate. 

“Go ahead and claim me, baby. Please, I need it,” Jack orders. It turns you on how desperate he sounds to have your mark. 

Your teeth sink into his neck and the bright colors are back again. Your mutual pleasure along with the bond causes you and Jack to both release. His knot slips inside of you. You’re humming around the mark while Jack is moaning.

When you pull back, you soothe the wound by licking your tongue over it. Jack lays down with you against his chest. You both fall asleep together once again. 

Once you and Jack are awake again, you shower together. Jack holds you in the mirror as you both admire your matching marks. He cooks you breakfast and then roughly takes your over the kitchen counter. 

You had both opted to wear as little clothing as possible especially considering that your heat and his rut would be lasting for a week. 

Jack checks your wrist as you’re laying on the couch together. The harsh purple bruising is there, but the pain and swelling have went down. You can feel his anger when he looks at the wound. 

“I should’ve been there to protect you,” He said gruffly. 

“You couldn’t have known that I was going to have a crazy patient that day, Jack. Plus you’ve been working in the healthcare field for a long time, you know things like this are an occupational hazard.” 

Jack shakes his head, “No. Some asshole thinking he can hurt my mate isn’t just an occupational hazard. It’s a death sentence.”

Your body tingles at the warning in his voice.

“How did you know to come for me? Robby said you were already there?”

Jack pauses, “I felt it. I was sitting here and I just felt an overwhelming amount of fear coming from you. Then I heard you whimper.” Your brows furrow. He had heard your wolf whimpering all the way from his house to the hospital. Your bond with him was a lot more stronger than you knew. 

You look down to where your stomach is still slightly bulging from being connected, “Do you want pups?”

Jack tenses but calms once you start to play with his curls. “Yeah, I do want pups……With uh…with Leah, we found out that we couldn’t have pups. Doctor said she was infertile, which looking at it in hindsight, I think it was the beginning of the cancer.”

“I’m so sorry Jack. For you and Leah.” You rub your nose against him as one of comforting him. 

Jack smiles, “It’s okay, sweet girl. I don’t wanna focus too much on the past. I wanna stay present with you. I should be asking you, do you want pups?”

A shy smile crosses your face, “Yeah, I do.” Then your smile drops, “I don’t know if any of your knots will take since I was taking suppressants. Some of it could still be in my system.”

Not only did the suppressants block your scent and heat, they also acted as a form of birth control for Omegas. 

Jack can feel your sadness and fear that you’ve disappointed him. He reaches up to cradle your face, “Hey, I’m not mad at you. I understand why you were taking the suppressants. It’s your body. As your Alpha, that doesn’t mean I have control over your decisions. As long as you’re happy and healthy, I’m fine. We have plenty of time for pups.”

Your eyes water slightly at how sweet he is. You had gotten so lucky to have a mate like Jack. 

You nuzzle your face into his neck, “I love you, Jack. I can’t wait to spend our lives together.”

“I love you too, sweet girl. It’s you and me.” 

He didn’t reply but his shoulders eased a notch. He led the way to his room, pausing to strip his scrubs and toss them in the basket by the door. You followed suit, undressing down to your underwear and adding them to his. You always washed the scrubs separate from everything else on the hottest setting you had.

Jack sat at the edge of the bed and removed his prosthesis, setting it where he always did. He removed the liner and you took it from him. “It’s due for a deep clean,” he told you. You nodded and tossed it in the basket with the scrubs so you’d remember to take care of it later. Jack groaned. “If you leave it on the bathroom counter, I can get it later.”

You ran a hand through his hair. “Let me take care of you, alpha. It’s easy for me to do in the utility sink while I do laundry.”

He sighed but nodded as he slid out of his underwear. “Thank you, baby.”

You stripped the rest of the way and added it all to the basket. You heated under his gaze as dark eyes ran over your form. He grabbed one of his crutches and used it to get to the bathroom, setting it just inside the door. Grab bars ran the length of the wall to the zero-entry shower with the extra wide doors. More bars were strategically placed inside along with a built-in seat.

You slid past him letting your hand trace his waist so you could turn on the water and let it heat up. It didn’t take long and you stepped inside. Jack eased himself onto his seat and you slid the door shut. He motioned you closer, knees apart, making space.

You stepped between his thighs, tilting your head back to let water stream over your scalp. Jack’s hands found your hips, fingers tightening as if anchoring you there. He said nothing, just watched as you worked shampoo through your hair, eyes tracking your every movement. When the suds ran down your front, Jack reached past and grabbed the lower wand from its perch and rinsed you with careful, circular motions. He was gentle, almost clinical, but every so often he’d let his thumb drift along the edge of your ribcage or the soft skin at your waist and you’d shiver, even in the heat.

You opened your eyes and found him staring, something raw and defenseless flickering in the depths of his gaze. “You ever get tired of being beautiful?”

You laughed. “You ever get tired of pretending you’re not?”

Jack rolled his eyes but a faint flush across his cheekbones betrayed him. He passed you the wand then tipped his head back, waiting. You combed your fingers through his hair, massaging the shampoo into his scalp until his whole body seemed to unwind by degrees. Only then did you rinse him, using your hand as a shield to keep the soap from his eyes. You returned the wand to its perch and traced the line of his jaw with your thumb.

“Turn for me,” you said.

He obeyed, shifting so you could get to his back. You lathered body wash in your hands then worked it in slow, circular motions kneading the muscles. A groan escaped him as you moved down his spine.

“You’re tense,” you murmured and he huffed. You pressed a kiss between his shoulder blades when you bent to wash the small of his back and down the curve of his ass.

He stilled as you lowered yourself to your knees. You worked your way down the left leg first, massaging as you went. Then you moved to the right, taking special care when you reached the end of the limb. You cradled it in both hands, thumb tracing the puckered edge of the scar. Jack tensed and looked down at you, water streaming from his jaw. “I can do that part.”

“I know, but I want to.” You took your time massaging the flesh as you washed away the sweat and the day’s discomforts, your touch as much comfort as cleansing until the muscles beneath your hands finally relaxed.

He watched you in silence, something in his stare as if he was trying to memorize the exact way you held him. When you finished, you pressed a kiss to the scarred skin once, then again, softer. You kissed the inside of his knee and then higher on his inner thigh, following an invisible path.  His breath caught, sharp and desperate. “Jesus,” he muttered.

You smiled and kept working your way up, tongue tracing lines as you went. He shifted, leaning back against the wall, hands coming to rest on your head. “Not going to last,” he warned, but you just bit his thigh and rolled your eyes. You took him in your mouth, slow and deep. His hips jerked as his fingers flexed. You held him there, tongue and lips working in tandem, pulling every involuntary sound from his throat.

True to his word, he came quickly. You felt him pulse, tasted the salt and heat of him and swallowed. You ran your thumb across your bottom lip to catch any stray trace. You rinsed him off with care and climbed to your feet. He grabbed you by the waist and pulled you down into his lap, burying his face in your neck until the water started to cool.

 When you turned off the water, you grabbed a towel for each of you and dried yourself off before turning so he could get your back. He drew the towel over your shoulder blades, along the dip of your lower back then dropped it and let his fingers follow the path instead. He took your hand in his and pulled you toward the bedroom, pausing only long enough to get his crutch.

You climbed onto the unmade bed, sprawled on your stomach and grinned up at him. He set the crutch aside and crawled over you, tracing your spine with his lips, teeth grazing your shoulder until you squirmed beneath him. He flipped you onto your back, straddled your hips and rocked forward until you could feel every hard line of him pressed between your thighs.

“Lie back.” His voice was calm but held a note of command that sent a shiver across your skin. You obeyed as he watched. He stared for so long you thought he might never move, but then he bent and started to kiss you. Collarbone, jaw, the hollow beneath your ear.

He lowered his face to your neck and inhaled and you knew he was looking for any trace of fear or uncertainty in your scent. You gave him none and he rewarded you with a lick, a slow deliberate stripe from the base of your neck to your jawline. You arched into the sensation and his hand pressed you down gently.

He found the slope of your neck, just above the collarbone on the right side. He bit hard enough for you to feel it in your toes. The bite wasn’t deep enough to draw blood, but the promise ached all the way down your spine just the same.

You moaned and clutched at his shoulders, nails digging in. He kissed the mark, licked it again then moved lower. Every inch of your skin was accounted for. He took his time, first with his hands, then with his mouth. He worked his way down your body, lavishing you in wordless praise and sharp little bites. He made you gasp with his fingers, arch with his tongue.

When he reached your breasts he took his time there, tongue circling, teeth grazing then a mouth closing over your nipple until you gasped.

You tried reaching for him to pull him up and in but he caught your wrist and held it to the mattress. “Not yet,” he murmured and the words vibrated against your skin. You shuddered and Jack looked at you, reading your face. Whatever he found there had him smiling, slow and feral. “Good girl.”

He worked his way down your belly, planting a line of kisses that became nips before he sucked a small bruise into the soft skin of your hip. He watched you, eyes dark and ravenous and you shivered again. There was nothing gentle about him now. He wanted and he was going to take.

He settled himself between your thighs, the stubble of his jaw rough against your skin as he nudged your knees apart. You didn’t need coaxing as you opened for him. His arm came down across your waist, pinning you in place.

Jack’s tongue ran a slow careful path up your slit and your whole body jerked. He didn’t tease, didn’t make you beg, he just took, mouth hot and greedy. Your hands flailed for something to hold and found the sheets twisting them as he worked you open. He set a relentless rhythm and you couldn’t stop yourself from moaning. Jack grinned into you. He only paused for breath and when he did, he kept his thumb pressed at your entrance, spreading slick and heat. He slid in one finger, then another working you open.

“How you doing, sweet girl?”

“Don’t you dare stop,” you ordered, bucking into his hand.

He smirked, eased you back down and resumed working you until you were teetering on the edge. You were almost there, almost, when he pulled out leaving you empty. You whimpered.  “Please, Jack. I’m ready, so ready. Need you.”

He pushed himself up and kissed you hard, tongue slick with your taste. He pinned both your wrists above her head with one hand and looked you in the eyes. “We don’t have to do this, Omega. We can stop now. You don’t owe me anything.”

You glared and yanked at his grip. “Jack, if you stop now, I will actually murder you.”

He laughed, low and deep. “Well, we can’t have that.”

Jack ducked his head and latched onto your collarbone, biting down hard enough to leave a mark just below the first. You gasped and he soothed the bite with his tongue, moving lower until he took your nipple in his mouth. He rolled it between his teeth slow and deliberate before switching to the other side. Every nerve ending in your body lit up. You pulled at his hair trying to get him to move faster. He refused.

“Alpha, please,” you begged, voice unrecognizable.

He made a sound that was half growl, half moan and lined himself up. He grabbed your hip and finally, finally pushed in. You were so wet you felt him bottom out instantly, the stretch almost too much but exactly what you craved. Each movement drove him deeper and he groaned into your neck, clutching at your body.

He started slow, controlling every inch, every thrust. He watched you, eyes never leaving yours like he wanted to burn the memory into his retinas. You tried to kiss him but he kept dodging, intent on watching you instead.

“God, you feel good,” he rasped, voice cracking.

You arched into him, meeting his thrusts and wrapped your legs around his waist. He upped the pace, hips slamming against yours but pain blurred into pleasure. He knew exactly how to push you, where to angle, how hard to go. Every time you gasped, he grinned.

He let go of your hip and slid two fingers between your bodies, rubbing your clit in tight circles. You nearly screamed, the sensation too much. He didn’t stop, fingers moving faster. Your vision went white as the orgasm hit, harder than you expected. You clenched around him, nails digging into his shoulders. You didn’t care if it hurt, wanting him to feel it for days.

He lost composure then and fucked you like he was built for it, hips snapping into yours. He kissed you again, hard and messy. His jaw clenched as he locked eyes with you, pupils blown wide. “God, you’re perfect. So fucking perfect.”

You locked your ankles behind him. He shifted the angle, one hand bracing beside your head, the other gripping your hip so hard you’d probably wear the marks for days. His cock thickened, the knot at the base swelling. The thought of being trapped by him, filled and unable to escape, sent a fresh jolt of arousal through you.

Jack groaned low in his throat and you knew he was close. You could feel the tension in his body, then he ducked his head and bit down on the right side of your neck, directly over the scent gland. The pain was an immediate white-hot spike that flared then turned molten, pleasure radiating from the center. His teeth broke skin and you felt the warm trickle of blood as the clamp of his jaw held you in place.

You screamed, not from pain, but from the intensity of the sensations pouring through you. You climaxed again, harder than before, clenching around him as your body went rigid beneath him. He rode it out, hips stuttering until the knot at the base of his cock locked him deep inside you, pulsing as he filled you. The smell of him, the scent of blood and sex overwhelmed everything else. You felt him in every cell of your body.

You were still shaking when he released the bite, licking the wound with slow careful strokes. His tongue was gentle, almost apologetic. He collapsed to one elbow then shifted so your positions were reversed, you laying on his chest as one hand cradled the back of your head.

“Hey, you okay?” he asked. You nodded, not certain you were up for speech just yet. He traced a line down your spine before running two fingers over your mark. “You did so good, baby. So good for me, Omega.”

He stayed knotted inside you, a solid, possessive claim. The pain of the bite faded to a low throb, replaced by something else. Pride, maybe. Contentment. Love. Jack nuzzled your cheek, lips brushing your ear. “Mine.”

You smiled as your eyes slipped closed. “Yours.”

The claim made you feel whole. He held you as your heart slowed. You drifted off, wrapped in the scent of him, the memory of his name on your tongue and the certainty this was exactly where you belonged.  

“Dr. Abbot?” You both looked over, seeing the nervous fourth year medical student holding an iPad with an X-ray on it. “I think there might be another hairline fracture.” Jack crossed his arms as he looked it over with the student, and you bit the inside of your cheek at the bulge of his biceps. Probably the real reason Gloria wouldn’t approve of you being in the ER more was for fear the on-call room would be misused.

“You good?” Bridget murmured, leaning over her desk.

Caught staring, you met her eyes with an abashed shrug. That wasn’t professional, but he was your husband, mate, and Alpha. You liked what you saw. “Third night shift in a row together, and he had a 24 yesterday. You’ve seen more of me than he has these past few days.”

“Room 3 can wait a few minutes,” Bridget advised, turning away and then pausing and looking back over her shoulder. “And if you want to grab a few Coflex from the supply closet for me…”

You snorted to hide the flutter in your chest at the thought of just a few minutes alone with Jack. Hospitals had to have scent-deadening technology to function, and you’d grown used to the constant feeling of being congested at work. If anything it made you that much needier when you were off. Your eyes wandered back to his crossed arms, imagining tugging him into a supply closet so you could bury your face in his chest, breathe him in, maybe steal a kiss—

“Y/N?” Your eyes shot up guiltily, and Jack started walking over. He looked unbothered, but you knew that worry line on his forehead. “Here for room 3?”

His sharp eyes hadn’t missed the way yours lingered on his arms. Usually you weren’t that distractible at work, but even at a distance he could sense something was off, and as he got closer he noticed the faint flush of your skin, the hair coming loose from your bun you hadn’t fixed, and the way your badge was askew.

“Yeah. Male teen, presenting heat?”

“And not a happy surprise to the mother,” he added, then in a quieter tone leaned in. “You alright?”

“Just miss you,” you admitted softly, turning your cheek and eyes fluttering shut. It was a silent ask for a scent mark, something from him to ground you, and your Alpha didn’t disappoint. Jack immediately leaned in, brushing his cheek against yours, his scent in your nose. Normally a more intimate touch like that wouldn’t be done at work, but in the hospital things were different. Hands and wrists had to be washed and de-scented so often the cheek was the only easy mark to make. It wasn’t enough, but you already felt a little better. “What’s her dynamic? Do I need—“

Jack’s hand went around your waist, and he buried his nose in your throat. You heard someone faintly whistle as you flushed. They were in the middle of the ER. There was perfunctory scenting and then there was the equivalent of making out publicly. “Jack—“

“Your heat’s coming on,” he murmured, voice gruff and lips brushing against the sensitive gland in your throat he’d sunk his teeth into when he’d claimed you a couple years ago. A hot flood of arousal ran straight to your core, making your knees shake. You grabbed his forearm to steady yourself, squeezing the taut muscle. Jack breathed in again and his fingers tightened at your back.

He didn’t have to say a word. Keeping you pressed to his side, he guided you around a corner to a quieter hallway between sheet carts and a rack of glove refills. You didn’t even make it to the supply closet before he was pressing his nose into the curve of your shoulder, hand holding you steady at mid back. He pressed you against the wall and blocked the rest for the world out with his body, making a safe spot for you to melt.

“Came on a little fast,” he muttered to himself, breathing deep as you nuzzled into the curve of his shoulder, sucking in his scent too. Relief, embarrassment, and a deep yearning made your hands squeeze his forearms before sliding up his triceps, searching for something you couldn’t have here at work. Jack pulled back with an assessing look at his Omega wife: dilated pupils, parted lips, slightly swollen gland in the throat with the scar of his teeth, piloerection on the arms, and the faint whiff of that heady, intoxicating perfume he knew well.

“I’ve got time, only 2 more hours left today,” you told him, his hazel eyes burning into yours when he’d finished his visual inspection. “It would take James 30 minutes to get here, and we can’t let room 3 sit that long without a specialist’s eyes on them.”

Jack cupped the back of your neck, searching your gaze, but you didn’t seem as aware of your oncoming heat as he did. If he had to guess, focusing on work and not bumping into each other had stemmed the tide a little, but he’d undone that now. Arousal primed an Omega for the oncoming heat. “Finish this consult and go home.”

“Jack, I’ll be fine.”

“I wasn’t asking, baby. I’ll walk you to the truck myself.” He squeezed the back of your neck in warning when you opened your mouth to argue, his voice firm. “Last consult. Home.”

You pressed your thighs together, slick pooling between them at his authoritative tone. Your alpha wasn’t in a teasing mood tonight, and he was never wrong about your heats. Jack’s sense of smell was uncanny, and he knew you far too well.

“Any chance we can go home together?” you asked softly, biting your lip the way you knew got to him, then dropping your eyes low—low enough to see his pants weren’t sitting quite as loose as they should be. It wasn’t quite a beg, but his eyes darkened and he pulled you into him, nipping your earlobe sharply.

“Don’t be a tease,” he breathed, his voice gruffer, with a dark edge. “I’ve had two Alphas in rut in here tonight, and if you’re trailing that scent around I’ll pop a knot right here. Go home before I do something that will get us both fired.”

You whimpered softly pressing your body against his just long enough to feel the slightest nudge of his erection, and then he was pulling away. You could tell he was on edge now, his scent sharper and more potent. He never took his eyes off yours.

“I’m going to walk you to heat room 3, you’ll do your job, come right back out, and wait for me in that nurses station. Got it?”

Shit, your panties were soaked when you locked eyes again. “Yes, sir.”

Jack didn’t say it, but you both knew if he called you a good girl right there you’d drop to your knees. An approving rumble escaped his chest, and then he slid his hand down your back and walked you back over to the nurse’s station.

“Bridget, page me when she gets out of heat room 3,” Jack ordered, then leaned in behind you and murmured in your ear. “I know you don’t want to, but put on the de-scenter for me, baby. You smell too damn good.”

“Your nose is too damn good,” you murmured back, but dutifully grabbed the de-scenter lotion. Protocol said you should put it on any glands or marked areas if you were perfuming, but no one else seemed to have noticed your faint pre-heat scent yet, and you didn’t want to remove Jack’s scent again. The teenager would already have a drug in their system to dull their nose until heat arrangements were made, so they wouldn’t notice if you just dabbed de-scenter on the collar of your scrubs and coated you hands instead of your actual throat.

“Sure thing,” Bridget nodded to Jack, and he took a swipe at the puddle of lotion in your hand for himself, then let his full body brush against you as he walked away. Bridget looked at you with a knowing grin. “Ran out of Coflex? I haven’t seen him that worked up since the last time we all went out.” She winked as your cheeks heated up. You’d worn a new skirt for the last ED bar crawl, and it had kept riding up over the course of the night. Jack had kept his hand practically on your ass, tugging it down and growling in your ear anytime you bent over, and you’d both ducked out earlier than anyone who worked a night shift should have. He hadn’t even fully shut the front door before he’d hiked it up and fucked you in the entryway of the house that night.

Your cheeks turned red as you recalled that. “It snuck up on me,” you defended, grabbing more de-scenter lotion and reapplying as you remembered his hand gripping your ass, that bulge in his jeans pressing to your bare skin when he got bold. Bridget hummed sympathetically, but her eyes glinted.

Your heats weren’t very regular despite having a mate, and Jack had a protective and possessive streak a mile wide. You loved him for that and knew it was how he showed his love for you, but it also made you very hot and bothered. Clearing your throat and trying desperately to banish those thoughts, you slipped a scent plug over your nose, grabbed your iPad, and knocked on heat room 3’s door.

“Hi, I’m Dr. Abbot, an Omega specialist. Can you tell me what you’d like to be called?”

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You finished the chart off at a computer in the nurses station, putting in the typical orders for a presenting heat, and shot a message to your supervisor about leaving the early. She sent a thumbs up emoji, and when you tacked on the 5 day heat leave request she sent you three more thumbs up.

You smelled Jack before you saw him, rekindling that swirl of arousal in your stomach you’d just quieted as he reviewed something outside a patient room with two students. You rubbed the back of your neck, casually stirring up his scent still there. Maybe you could get him to walk you to the truck and talk him into something quick to take the edge off? You’d both made use of the backseat before…

You crossed your legs, realizing too late the direction of your thoughts yet again. You’d hoped having the sobering experience of talking down an angry mother and a horny teen would distract you, but you were as bad as the teen it seemed. Jack was right to send you home. Being in that heat room, even with the blockers on, hadn’t helped.

“Dr. Abbot, may I ask for your help with a matter?” Mel asked, approaching cautiously.

“Sure,” you said, brightening at the distraction.

“I have some hormone labs for one of the Omega patients, and I’m not sure what it’s indicating.”

“Let me see.”

As soon as she was close enough to hand you her iPad, Mel’s pupils dilated and her grip tightened on it. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know this would be a bad time,” she corrected hastily.

You glanced over at Jack, but he was talking to family members of a patient now, hands in his pockets. “That bad, huh?” you joked. You knew you should put on more of the de-scenter lotion, but the thought made your skin crawl. You’d be wiping Jack’s scent off too with so many layers, and scents in heat were important to confirm safety, comfort, and communication. Right now his scent on you was telling any nearby Alphas you were taken—and it was either strong enough, or you were perfuming enough, to alert even Betas like Mel.

“I’m sorry. I know heats are perfectly natural, and, physiologically, fascinating, but, uh…” Mel winced uncomfortably, and you smiled encouragingly at her.

“It’s okay. I don’t want to know when my beta coworkers get their periods either.” Mel laughed, nervously, but she didn’t have quite a death-grip on her iPad now. “Let me take a quick look at those labs while you grab my mate? I think I’d better get out of here.”

“Oh! That must be why Dr. Robby is here early.”

“He is?” You perked up. Maybe no quickie in the employee garage would be needed after all.

“Let me get Dr. Abbot,” Mel said hurriedly, giving you her iPad, then jogging over and making eye contact with Jack. He finished things off quickly with the family and came right over, the curl of his lip and the way his eyes darted around for threats clearly showing he could smell you too.

“Robby’s here,” he said, taking your elbow and helping you out of the chair. “I’ll call him for the handoff in the truck.”

“Great. Mel?” You handed the second year resident her iPad back. “Think pituitary.”

She lit up and clutched the iPad close to her chest. “Thank you Dr. Abbot. Abbots. Doctors. Uh, well, have a good day?” She flushed, then beat a quick retreat.

“Bridget?” Jack asked.

“I’m on it.” The charge nurse held up a spray bottle and you turned your head into Jack’s shoulder, embarrassed.

“This is your fault,” you muttered to him.

His lips twitched up as he put an arm around your shoulders and steered you to the lockers. “My fault? The calendar’s on the fridge. You knew it might be today.”

“I was fine until I saw you,” you replied, letting a bit of a whine sneak into your voice in the empty hallway. The combination to your locker was his birthday, and he flashed a raised brow at you as he spun the dial.

“You were wet before I even touched you, baby,” he purred low. You sputtered, but he was already grabbing your bag and coat and then his camo backpack, before ushering you to the elevators. He let you press your cheek to his shoulder to find his scent under all that antiseptic, sighing into him when the doors shut.

“You don’t get to be all overbearing protective alpha and not expect the consequences.”

“That it completely soaked your panties?” he whispered across your brow, trailing his lips over your temple and cheekbone in a mark. “Or how fast you’ll be spreading your legs and presenting that dripping pussy to me?”

You fisted his scrub top, hissing, “Jack!” at him as your knees threatened to buckle.

“This is the white scent elevator,” he said in a more normal voice as the bell dinged, pretending to check what floor they were on. “Had to take advantage.”

“You’re the worst.”

He guided you out into the garage, a rumble in his throat of laughter, and walked you over to his big truck, one corner of the backseat taken up by a mini-emergency room’s worth of supplies. He opened the passenger door for you and helped you in, smiling a little to himself as you unconsciously nuzzled the seat, the familiar scents of you and your mate grounding you after the bleached tang of the hospital.

Jack hopped in a moment later, plugging in his phone and starting the car. “Now, I gotta talk to Robby, so I need you to be quiet, baby girl. Hands to yourself.”

“I’m not that far gone,” you insisted. “But if Robby hadn’t come in I meant to seduce you into a quickie in the truck.” The crotch of his pants was definitely tight, and you licked your lips as your eyes dropped to it. Jack’s fingers caught your chin, making you look at him.

“Be a good girl for me or I’m gonna edge you for an hour before you get my knot.” He didn’t drop his gaze from yours until you lowered your eyes submissively, your pulse pounding between your legs at the threat.

“Yes, alpha.” Only then did he squeeze your hand, bringing your wrist up to his mouth to kiss the pulse point.

“Good girl. You smell amazing.”

He drove and talked to Robby about the patients still in the ED while you drank him in, your eyes wandering but not touching, even though you were imagining it a thousand ways. Jack rubbed his thumb over your radial pulse, his scent expanding in the car as the hospital de-scenters wore off, keeping the arousal in your core burning steadily. The second time you squirmed in your seat he shot you a warning look, which did nothing to quell the slick between your tightly clamped thighs. Thankfully you didn’t live that far from the hospital, and Robby finished the conversation with a teasing, “See you in 5 days, brother. Try to get a little rest.”

“Shut up.” Jack hung up and turned off the car, turning to you. He cupped your cheek, flicking over your glassy eyes, the noticeable swelling of your throat glans now, and the restless curve of your legs. It seemed like he’d gotten you out just in time. “My good omega, keeping her hands to herself,” he murmured softly. Your lips parted in a shuddering moan and you blinked some of the daze away, your gaze still fixed to his and full of begging want.

“Jack…” you whined. Part of why you two meshed so well was how dopey being obedient made you when the hormones were high. Every omega reacted to alpha dominance differently, but Jack craved that control as much as you loved giving it up—sometimes with a small fight to make the submission that much better.

“Inside, sweetheart,” he ordered. He helped you out of the car and into the house, dumping your bags in the mudroom and turning on the lowest lights. “Go get naked on the bed for me, baby. If you wanna build your nest do that. I’m gonna set us up, okay?”

You nodded, stripping as you walked. Normally you showered after a shift but your skin was hot and buzzing, and the scent of you and Jack and the sex you’d had in this bed last night made your head spin. You didn’t need a pile of pillows or blankets for your nest now, not after so thoroughly saturating your home in each other. You peeled your underwear off and dipped your fingers between your legs, coming away shiny and wet. In a moment of inspiration, you swiped some of the fluid on the door jamb at Jack’s height.

A few minutes later he found you on the bed, shamelessly nude with legs spread, face buried in his pillow, cupping your breast. His head turned sharply to the slick on the door, nostrils flaring. He could wash sheets and pillowcases, but he knew already he’d be turning his head whenever he entered the room for weeks.

“Fuck, gorgeous,” he cursed, dropping the bag of heat bars, protein snacks, and water bottles on to the dresser and prowling to the foot of the bed. His intense stare locked with yours, and the desire and lust on his face made you arch your back.

He set one knee on the bed, barely ripping his eyes from your dripping center as he unstrapped the prosthetic with one hand, letting it clunk to the floor. Then he crawled up the bed and buried his face in your pussy, shocking a moan from your lips.

The first orgasm of your heat was messy and loud. Your hips canted up against his face as his tight grip on your thighs held your shaking legs open, electricity sparking straight from the suction of his mouth on your clit. You moaned almost constantly, gripping his curls and thrashing in the mattress when he pushed two fingers to the knuckle inside you and curled up, knowing exactly what spot would make you scream.

You came with your mouth wide open, panting as the tongue flicking your clit was so fast it almost had you in tears, thighs shaking, and his slurping, growling mouth lapping it all up. When you finally collapsed he cleaned you up like a patient tiger as you tried to catch your breath.

“Back with me, sweetheart?” Jack asked after he pulled away, lips shiny. You met his eyes, dazed, but the fog was clearing up a little.

“Yeah.”

“Almost lost you there in the car.” He sat up and you realized he hadn’t even taken off his scrubs.

“Wouldn’t be the first time,” you replied, voice a bit rough.

Jack liked to joke that he could predict the rhythm of the ER by the weather, Robby’s mood the next week based on Gloria’s last meeting minutes, your choice of sock color based on which tea you drank that night, and any other countless small details his incredible mind could put together. But your heats refuse to conform. He could drive you into the mattress every night a week before, and you’d still wake up in desperation, past the point of nesting or clinginess and careening into a full heat, waking him up with your lips around his cock coaxing his knot to form. Other times he could be gone for a conference three days in advance and your heat would take it’s time, hitting every heat mark over the course of 3 to 5 days: the higher appetite, the cocooning, sensitive skin, wet dreams, increased scent marking, and he’d still have time to see the closing remarks before coming home. He made it a personal mission to find any patterns he could, but they never stuck around for long.

Jack kissed the inside of your thigh over the femoral gland, subtly enlarged in the low light of morning, then sat up. He stripped off his scrub top as you sat up too, reaching for his toned chest and rucking up his undershirt. When both layers were off you leaned forward to lap at his nipple, hands tracing over all that skin you’d missed, drawing out a huffing laugh from him.

“What set you off this time?”

You pulled back, getting to you knees and tucking two fingers into the waistband of his pants. “Your arms. When you cross them your biceps bulge.” You tugged in the waistband and Jack crossed his arms, looking down at you.

“That so?”

You licked your lips, eyes dropping to the sharp tendons of his strong forearms and into the flex of his upper arms. Arms that could pull bones back into place, suture up sternums, and hold tiny babies with the gentlest touch.

“Yeah.” You’d totally lost your train of thought.

“Omega, is that all it took this time? Am I gonna have to keep you locked in our bed, days before your heat, just so I don’t set you off by innocent acts?” His tone was far too smug as you stared up at your alpha.

“If it had just been that I’d have been fine.” You yanked down his scrub pants without ceremony, reaching in for the erection that twitched eagerly into your hand, his knot starting to form at the base already. “But when you grab me by the back of the neck we both know that’s not innocent.”

You gave him one long stroke and his stoic face didn’t crack, but he dropped the crossed arms to curl one rough palm over the back of the neck. “I’m your alpha,” he murmured, grunting as you squeezed a bit tighter, swirling your thumb over the head of his thick cock. “I have to give my omega whatever she needs.”

“And right now?” You panted, shuffling forward until the tip of his cock kissed your navel, smearing precum. The thick scent of your alpha’s lust was making slick run even harder down your legs.

“Ask me for it.”

“Jack,” you whined, sliding your hand up and down his cock, other hand slipping under the scrubs at the back to hold his tight ass, your eyes locked in each other as he held you in place with that simple grip. “I need you.”

“Need me where?”

“Fuck,” you cursed, heart racing, so hot and sticky inside and out that it felt hard to breathe. “Inside me. Please, Jack, your knot, please.”

“Hands and knees,” he ordered, squeezing your neck before letting go. You turned to present as he shuffled off the edge of the bed long enough to strip his pants and underwear down, perfecting the balance necessary over many years.

“You’re beautiful, my omega,” he murmured, transfixed by the wet spread or your pussy as you pushed your ass up, moaning shamelessly at the praise.

“Alpha, I was good…”

“You were a very good girl in the car,” he praised, and you felt your arms shake to hold you up, looking over your shoulder at his force gaze fixed to your dripping core. He thumbed you open, admiring, and then fitted the head of his cock, sliding in the mess for a moment between your lips, his tip slipping over your clit just to see you quiver before he breached you. The heat was incredible, like a warm glove, and Jack panted, holding still as he buried himself to the hilt, his knot nudging at your clit. “Fuck, don’t move. God you feel good, baby.”

“More Jack, I need you. Fuck me, Alpha, breed me, fill me up.”

You knew more than anything words could be Jack’s undoing. He hissed, sliding one hand over your back to your hair, the other holding your hip in a bruising grasp. He adjusted his hips, shifting so a little more of his cock slipped inside you.

“One day you’re gonna mean that,” he warned, pulling back and thrusting in without warning, relishing in your choked out cry.

“I do, I do! That baby for the fever. Two—two nights ago,” you groaned when he yanked back on your hair lightly, pulling your head up so he could mouth at your gland.

“You liked that? These arms you so admire holding a 6 day old baby?” He demanding, starting to thrust in earnest, his knot catching at the edge of your hole.

“Jack, yes—“

“Fuck sweetheart, I’ll breed you up, fat with our babies, how’s that sound?” Your heart was hammering as hard as his thrusts as he dropped your hair to hold on to your hips, the bed slamming into the wall. “Cum in you so much you’ll be leaking all over the house, have to plug you up with my fingers or let you grind on my soft cock to keep it all in ’til I harden back up.”

“Want that— want that so much,” you panted, delirious at the thought. Jack holding a baby, Jack’s hand under your pregnant belly, Jack’s cum inside you right now, laying down the literal seeds… It made you dizzy with want, your orgasm so painfully close.

Meanwhile he kept pointing into you and promising filthy things, the words blurring into white noise as his calloused fingers spread your pussy lips apart and his knot swelled, his gaze fixed to where it tried to lock with each thrust.

“You ready for me yet, omega?”

“Jack, Jack, Jack,” you chanted, and he rubbed your clit just right between his fingers, knot pushing into you, and you were gone, screaming over a precipice.

He grunted, the vice of your cunt clenching down on his knot in eye crossing ways, and he came hard, hand automatically going to cup your belly to feel how full he made you as he dick pulsed inside you. For a moment he couldn’t breathe, pleasure rebounding into his bones, and then he came back to see your heaving chest collapsed to the bed.

Catching your breath, you turned a bit on to your side, Jack’s rough fingers soft on your stomach, massaging the bulge of his cock. He flashed you a grin over your shoulder before helping to turn to your side and spoon you from behind.

“Good, babygirl?”

“Mm-hm,” you sighed, falling into the peaceful, happy buzz of your husband and mate deep inside you, locked in tight, muscles burning with leftover pleasure, safe inside your home. There was nothing else you could ask for.

He peppered your neck with soft brushes of his lips, and slowly something about his touch on your belly changed. It went from massaging where he was inside you to a more possessive hold.

“Been thinking about it?” he asked quietly.

Your hand went down to his slowly, lacing your fingers together.

“Yeah. You?”

He kissed the back of your neck then around to the gland with his teeth impressed on it forever. “Pulled a box out of storage last month. Hand me downs,” he admitted, voice low. “Saw you eyeballing the aisle at the store.”

You squeezed his hand tight, the sudden urge to cry about this wonderful man fighting to break free. Now that was the hormones, you knew. “I’m that easy to read?” You teased, turning to look over your shoulder at him. You couldn’t unlock yet, but you could kiss him, if a bit awkwardly. He pulled back afterwards with a half smile.

“Sometimes. And sometimes you treat four omegas who are new mothers in a shift, including handing me one of the 6 day old babies, and then jump me when we get home.”

You bit your lip, remembering again how tiny that baby had been in Jack’s burly arms, how comfortably he’d cradled the small body, their eyes staring up at him in wonder. You’d almost thought your heat would be early with how antsy you’d been when you’d gotten home after seeing that and breathing in all the omega mother hormones. When Jack had shown up thirty minutes after you got home, you hadn’t let him make it farther than the living room.

“When do you think…?” You mumbled softly, feeling the curl of lust rising inside you again. Babies, Jack, and his cock still spearing you open was a heady combination, and you dragged his hand up to your breast before you could think about it. He kneaded it and started to grind his hips against your hole.

“Get the implant out after this,” Jack growled. “Might take a heat to reset, but we’ll practice.”

Your laugh turned into a moan as his knot rubbed against that sensitive spot inside you, and all questions about parenthood disappeared into a wave of moaning pleasure, his rough fingers tugging on your nipple, knot so big it hurt just right, and his lips sucking on your gland until you crested the next peak.

The next three days were more of the same: bruises on your hips, hickies on both your necks, sweat and slick soaked sheets. Jack was always an attentive partner, never making a fuss about getting up with his crutches for the peanut butter snack you were craving instead of a heat bar, and massaging your hips and thighs and stretching the muscles out after being locked together in various positions for hours. You took full advantage of his shower chair to suck and lick his cock in appreciation of your alpha until his whole body was trembling and curses echoed against the tile. As the heat slowed down you snuck in time between waves to just cuddle on the couch, or sit curled against him in bed, drowsing in a comfortable haze, one of his hands cupping your pussy casually, the other holding a medical journal. One a few occasions you caught Jack napping lightly, letting you stare at the perfect bow of his lips, the freckles across his shoulders, the scattered scratches and love bites that didn’t even begin to tell the story of how much you loved this man. Then the last hurrahs of the heat would take you and you’d wake him up to urgent kisses along his throat and jaw, or even a tongue at his slit, and he’d fuck you into the mattress again until you both couldn’t see.

When you blinked awake on day four, exhausted and very sure the hormone craze of heat was gone, you both slept 10 hours. You cleaned each other up in the shower with gentle touches, then tag-teamed the bedsheets into the wash and remade the bed, the familiar rhythms comforting.

As Jack made breakfast and you stood by the coffee pot you scrolled your phone, answering texts that had been ignored, and shooting a scheduling request to your own omega specialist.

“Will you come with me? To have it out?” You asked as he transferred bacon to a plate.

Jack looked over his shoulder, eyes flashing to the phone and your nervous gaze. “Of course.”

Your smile made his heart flutter. It was impossible to forget in moments like these how thankful he was to have you. He knew he had sharp edges, traumas he was afraid to poke even with his therapist, and a job that chewed people up and spit them out, but you loved him anyway, and he’d do anything for you. Even jump into the terrifying pit of parenthood, because you’d be doing it together.

“Do you think Dana will mind being my proxy for the betting pool?” You asked, carrying over two coffee mugs. Jack snorted as he put the plates down and took his seat at the kitchen table. “If it’s big enough we could get one of those fancy running strollers.”

“When exactly do you plan to take up jogging? Third trimester?”

“I’ll actually have time since we’ll be off work.”

Jack grunted and snapped off a piece of bacon. He liked his practically burnt, but he always made a few soft—or “undercooked” as he put it—for you. “Do you remember Langdon when his wife was pregnant?”

You bit your lip to stifle a snort. “He was unbearable by the end.”

Half of your job was advising and managing omega pregnancy complications, and taking time off work early was a key way to avoid bad outcomes. Not because the omega couldn’t work due to the actual pregnancy, but because the neediness and the hostility of their alpha could get out of control, and that could impact an omega’s mental wellbeing. Especially if the omega’s job was at all dangerous or involved a lot of other alphas around.

Langdon had taken the bare minimum of leave since it had been early in his residency, and it had shown by the end: authority issues with other alphas, especially Robby and Jack, aggressive posturing with alpha patients, frequent breaks to call his omega to check on her to the point that she turned off her phone, and so on.

“I’m gonna be worse,” Jack admitted, and you smiled.

“I know, so we’ll have to keep you busy. The second trimester can be building the nursery from scratch to keep your hands busy. Then we’ll take up jogging in the third trimester when we have to shop so much.”

“The only cardio you’ll be doing at that point is bouncing on me, sweetheart,” he argued, pleased when you kissed the corner of his mouth.