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Jensen was excited about the hiatus and more than ready to have Y/N home. There, they began to correct and make things right between themselves. Y/N had already spent time packing and shipping some items, so come morning, all they had to do was grab their travel bags and go.

Y/N made sure that she strictly followed the laws. Her collar was on and clearly visible. She kept her head down, mouth shut, and followed Jensen's lead, which she noticed put him at ease. He'd have less to worry about when she 'acted right,' and she tried not to beat herself up over doing that to him, even if she didn't mean to.

The studio had arranged a smaller, private flight for Jensen and Jared, so they didn't have to worry about traveling with an Omega like before. However, they couldn't avoid the paparazzi entirely, who were outside his condo building and waiting at the airport. With all the pictures, he knew someone would catch his mark, and the news would likely blow up by the time they landed in Texas.

Jared, Jensen, and Clif worked to shield Y/N as they boarded the small jet, and soon enough, they were in the air. Jensen let out a long breath, finally feeling like he could relax, if only for a moment.

Jensen relaxed in his reclined seat as Y/N and Jared chatted together. She seemed utterly comfortable around Jared, relaxing and laughing as he talked with her. He'd never seen her quite so animated and alive. The thought made jealousy bubble up again that another Alpha could have that effect on her.

But he knew Jared was only trying to make her feel better and included. He was looking out for her because he considered them family and pack. Except it occurred to Jensen that he was the only thing Y/N had. If something happened to him, she'd be alone and in danger.

He thought it might be in her best interest if they were a pack. Jared could be registered as an alternate Alpha—instead of a father, brother, or uncle—and could be a legal pack member. Jensen was confident that Jared would take care of her if anything happened.

When Y/N excused herself to the restroom, Jensen took the opportunity to talk alone with Jared. While he would need to speak with Y/N, he could start with Jared and see if he would be willing to do so.

"Hey, Jare?" Jensen spoke as he settled next to him. "I was just thinking, you know, about how alone Y/N and I are or feel."

"Hey man, you know I'm here for you. Both of you."

"We're practically pack," Jensen nervously chuckled. "But I was thinking maybe we could make that legal."

"What?" Jared chuckled.

"I want you to be her alternate Alpha in case anything happens."

Jared was quiet for a moment as he thought it over. "Have you talked to her about it?"

"Not yet."

Jared nodded, "I need to talk to Gen, but I think it's a good idea."

Jensen smiled and patted Jared's thigh before returning to his seat just as Y/N returned. She paused to peck his lips before returning to her seat and talking with Jared. This time, Jensen wasn't jealous. Instead, he was grateful and settled in for a nap.

-

While all three were well-rested on the flight, it didn't take long before the guys were full-on Alpha, and Y/N was panicking. She focused on the laws and what was required of Omegas. The overwhelming scents of angry and protective Alphas filled the sealed cabin, soothing and choking the Omega.

As feared, news of Jensen's claim had gone viral. When they landed, his phone was flooded with social media messages and messages from friends and family. Most of the messages he received were supportive. The media and public had mixed reactions, further fueled by the international debate over Omega's Rights.

Thankfully, Clif got them from the plane and took them to their respective homes without incident. As the doors of their homes closed, shutting out the world behind them, Jensen and Y/N let out a collective sigh of relief.

"I'm so happy to be home," Y/N sighed.

The last time they were here was like a honeymoon. The trip to Vancouver hadn't been as great as they had hoped. Back in their home, their nest, where their family would one day grow, they could move past the ugliness and into a happy normal.

"Me too," Jensen agreed, wrapping his arms around her from behind and kissing behind her ear.

She tilted her head as he brushed her hair to the side, gently removing her collar before carelessly tossing it somewhere in the room. Her eyes followed where it landed, and she fought the urge to retrieve it. Instead, she gave in to the sensations that jolted through her as her Alpha kissed sweetly over his claim.

Turning in his arms, her eyes landed on her claim on his neck. Gently covering it with her hand, she fought back tears. Once again, he was facing worry and ruin because of her.

"Don't," Jensen interrupted her thoughts, feeling as if he could hear her through their renewed bond.

"I feel like I just make things worse for you. If I just behaved-" She cut herself off, sobbing.

Jensen kissed her, deep and passionate, trying not only to chase away her invasive thoughts but to show her how wrong she was. He was grateful for her, loved her, and would do anything for her happiness.

Jensen scooped her into his arms, delighted in her surprised squeal and giggle. She buried her face against his neck as he carried her upstairs. Teasing him, she kissed and nipped at her claim. He growled as he burst into the bathroom, putting her on her feet only to cup her face and kiss her fiercely.

"Get naked," Jensen spoke against her lips, and he hastily removed his clothes. She grinned and followed his command, knowing it was a request. One she was all too eager to comply with.

The moment she was nude, Jensen had her in his arms, kissing her as he ushered her into the shower. He turned on the water, kissing and caressing as the water cascaded down upon them. He needed her to feel and know he wasn't upset with her, disappointed, or having regrets about anything between them. It was the world that was wrong, not them.

Driven by a desperate need to prove himself, Jensen turned Y/N against the tiled shower wall and dropped to his knees. She gasped and clung to him as he lifted one of her legs on his shoulder, opening her up for him. He places kisses from her knee and up her thigh, building her up for what was coming.

It didn't take long for him to have her coming, her sweet tang on his tongue easing his cravings for her. He left her leaning against the wall, catching her breath, watching her with a sly grin as he hastily washed himself.

Once Y/N gathered herself, she was flushed and hungry for her Alpha. Returning his grin with a coy smile, she lowered to her knees, desperate to taste him. Jensen stopped her, lifted her to her feet, and kissed the pout from her lips.

"Not yet," he spoke as he turned, putting her under the warm spray. "Let me?" he asked, holding a washcloth.

Y/N bit her lip and nodded, letting Jensen bathe her from head to toe. He lingered, kissing in various spots, gently washing her skin. It both relaxed and aroused her. Once the water was off, Jensen dried them off before scooping Y/N in his arms. He carried her into the bedroom and laid her gently on the bed, climbing over her as he did, keeping them close.

The silence enhanced every look and touch. Neither of them needed words to understand what the other wanted and needed. They moved in sync, changing positions and taking turns giving and taking pleasure, driving it out until the need to release was too much to bear.

With a final change, Y/N was on her knees, legs wide and belly pressed into the mattress as she presented and mewled for her Alpha. Jensen groaned in approval, sliding deep within her core, a feeling of coming home. Angling his hips, Jensen fucked Y/N hard as he drove them both toward their final release.

Y/N came first with a shout, Jensen's knot popping and locking them together as they rode their highs. Kissing her claim, Jensen carefully moved them to their sides to spoon while they waited for Jensen's knot to recede.

-

Leaning her hip against the frame, Y/N gazed out of the glass doors into the backyard, sipping at her coffee as the sun began to rise. She had already made breakfast, knowing her Alpha would wake soon.

As if thinking him into existence, she smelled her Alpha before his hands slid around her waist from behind. Her eyes fluttered closed, and she hummed content, tilting her head as Jensen placed featherlight kisses around his claim.

"Morning, Alpha," she whispered, turning in his arms. She handed him her mug, giggling as he mumbled something that sounded like "mornin'" and chugged the remainder of the coffee. Without a word, Y/N took the mug and maneuvered around Jensen, pouring two fresh cups and handing him one.

"You cooked?" Jensen asked, finally awake enough to speak and notice the food.

Y/N simply smiled and prepared him a plate. Setting it on the table, she ushered Jensen to sit, kissed him on the head, and headed to make herself a plate.

Before Jensen could take a bite, a knock on the door interrupted their morning. Glancing at the clock, Jensen saw it was only nine in the morning. Looking through the peephole, he saw a large man with an OE badge hanging on a lanyard around his neck.

Y/N could sense the presence of an Alpha other than Jensen. She took a deep breath and rushed to retrieve her collar. Another series of knocks sounded as she secured her collar in place, and Jensen opened the door to greet the man.

"Jensen Ackles?"

Jensen huffed as he stood tall and squared his shoulders, nodding minutely to the Alpha on his doorstep—a threat to him and his Omega. The man smirked at Jensen's display.

"My name is Gus Fowler, Omega Enforcement Officer assigned to you and your Omega's probationary cases. May I come in?"

Jensen wasn't sure if he had given access or if Agent Fowler had forced his way in as they moved in sync, granting him entry to their home. He couldn't refuse him if he wanted to, not without causing even more trouble for Y/N and himself. Jensen closed the door, focusing on the Alpha in their home as Agent Fowler glanced around the place.

Y/N stood still in the foyer, her head bowed and hands clasped in front of her, silent and waiting. Jensen hadn't even seen her out on the collar. He'd never seen her so obedient, which made him feel sick and enraged. She knew Jensen was uncomfortable and decided to take the lead.

"Welcome to our home, Agent Fowler," Y/N greeted, her eyes and head lowered to the ground as she spoke. "I have just made breakfast and coffee."

"Coffee would be great," he answered, following Y/N with a satisfied smirk.

Pulling out a chair, Y/N gestured for him to sit as she moved to the kitchen. Jensen sat at the table, focused entirely on the Alpha in his home. Y/N brought coffee service to the table, setting the tray between the men and standing off to the side like a servant awaiting orders.

Now, Jensen was thoroughly confused. First, he had no idea they even owned a coffee service, but it was a pleasant and seemingly useful surprise. Second, Y/N was acting entirely out of character. She was the picture of an obedient Omega and wife, to a point that made his stomach churn. It was everything he didn't want for her.

He knew she had been studying. Now, he could see that put to work, playing her part to the legal letter. She was sending him soothing vibes to keep him calm, but it was only helping so much.

Agent Fowler smirked as he looked over Y/N and prepared a cup of coffee for himself.

"Can your Omega join us?" he asked Jensen as he sipped.

Nodding, Jensen gestured Y/N to him on his side, out of reach of the other man. Agent Fowler grinned at the action, opening a file and sipping his drink. Y/N kept her gaze on the table. Jensen kept his hand firmly on her thigh, both protective and possessive.

"So, as I mentioned, I'm here on behalf of the OE to explain your probationary terms now that you're home and on break."

Jensen tried not to scoff. This man represented everything Jensen had come to despise. While making it seem like a courtesy call, he knew it was anything but.

"I'll start with the Omega."

"Y/N," Jensen spoke through gritted teeth.

"Very well," Fowler jotted down notes with a huff before continuing. "Y/N. As of now, you are not to leave this property unless you are with Jensen or another authorized Alpha."

"I understand," Y/N whispered, trying to fight back her emotions and remain calm for her Alpha's sake. She could feel he was on edge, and she didn't want either of them to suffer further.

"I'd like to add an alternate Alpha," Jensen requested.

"Are they blood or pack relation to you or Y/N?"

"We're a pack," Jensen responded. "Just not on paper yet."

"Alright," Fowler nodded, pulling papers from his file and handing them to Jensen with a pen. "If you fill out these forms, I can submit the pack and Alpha registrations for you."

Jensen huffed but began completing the forms. Perhaps naively, he thought this would be a quick visit. He hadn't even talked to Y/N about his talk with producers. The OE wasn't messing around and determined that he and Y/N would comply with their terms.

As Jensen completed and returned the forms, Agent Fowler put them away and focused on the Alpha.

"Mr. Ackles, you have been ordered to complete Alpha Ownership and Rut Management classes. The OE has coordinated through your manager and lawyer on your schedule, so there are no overlaps, and you can complete the legal requirements without issue."

Jensen growled under his breath as Fowler jotted more notes. He was constantly making notes as he spoke, questioned, and observed.

"As discussed with your team, you cannot leave the state until the classes are completed; all other things fit around that."

Jensen sat a little taller, and his eyes narrowed at the Alpha across from him. Fowler’s eyes drifted to the claim on Jensen’s neck, his disapproval evident.

“I recommend you cover that,” Fowler said as he jotted more notes, gesturing to the claim with his pen. “At least while you’re attending classes.”

“Is it illegal for an Alpha to have a claim?” 

Fowler sighed, dropping his pen and clasping his hands together as he looked between the pair before him. 

“No. No laws prevent an Alpha from being claimed by their Omega. But it is frowned upon and might make things harder for you, especially with other Alphas.” 

Fowler sighed again, some of the tension and assertiveness going out of him. “Look, I’m not here to judge you. I’m here to enforce the law. Whether I or you agree with it or not, the law is the law.”

Agent Fowler jotted down a few more notes before finishing, standing from his seat and tucking the chair back in. “I’ll visit with your Alpha friend and complete the Alternate and Pack establishment registration. You’ll receive official copies, which should only be a few days, a week at the most. Here’s a copy of the schedule for your classes.”

“I’ll show you out,” Jensen grumbled, kissing Y/N’s head before following Fowler to the door. 

The second the door closed behind him, Y/N took a deep breath, relaxing a little from all the stress. She dashed out the back glass door into the garden, inhaling a deep breath with her eyes closed. The overwhelming stench of Alphas in a pissing contest wasn’t doing her any favors. Jensen was so angry and on edge with having an unwanted person and Alpha in his home. It took everything she had to keep her composure and not whine over her Alpha’s distress.

“Omega?”

Y/N turned to see Jensen approaching her with an inquisitive gaze, though he was still agitated, and his scent was thick.

“I’m so sorry.”

“For what? You were fucking perfect in there,” Jensen defended. “Which, by the way, really freaked me out.”

“You have to go through all of this because of me because I wasn’t a good and proper Omega.”

“Y/N-”

“I’m so sorry,” she whined, and Jensen could no longer resist the urge to have her in his arms.

He hugged her tight as she dealt with her surge of emotions. He could feel the rollercoaster inside her and gave her the comfort she desperately needed, taking the chance to scent her, her essence calming him.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about my talk with the producers, Jared, or any of it,” Jensen softly spoke. “I was going to this morning, but I didn’t know he was coming, so he just dropped all that.”

“It’s okay,” she said. “I knew after everything and the claim that you’d probably have to talk to someone about it. Again, my fault.”

“Stop.” Jensen insisted, pulling back just enough to capture her gaze and hold it firmly. “The world is wrong, Baby, not us.”

Y/N nodded and smiled, tucking herself back into his hold, her head under his chin as she soaked up his warm and rich scent, now less angry and more just him. One way or another, they’d get through this. Together.

PART 12

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And then his lips are on yours, a hungry fire behind his kisses. He’s been gone, filming halfway across the country, but now he’s home. He’s home and he’s with you and your body churns at the thought of him. You feel his hand wrap around your wrist, then slide to your hand. He closes his palm around the outside of your hand, fingers intertwined with yours around the base of the silicone dick you’ve been using in a failed attempt to sate yourself. 

Jensen moves the dildo in and out of you, twisting his wrist and changing the angle as he pumps his arm. His breath is in your ear, warm as it ghosts over your neck. Teeth scrape at your pulse point, and he can feel your heart beating in his mouth. “Fuck.” It’s the first word you’ve heard him speak since he entered the room, and it shoots straight through your body.

You whimper while your hips swivel and swirl under Jensen’s touch. The side of his index finger is wet from where it’s been rhythmically rocking against your core. You tense your thigh muscles and you grind down against the faux cock while your fingers circle your clit. Throwing your head back, you lose yourself in a leg-trembling orgasm.

Still, even as your climax sends convulsions through your lower belly and the apex of your thighs, your body is desperate. Your body is desperate for more, for another orgasm, for Jensen. And he knows it.

“Son of a bitch.” He gravels when you reach for him and pull him into a harsh kiss. As your hands find his clothes and begin tearing at them, his hand splays across your lower back and holds you tight against him, chest to chest. He peers down at you and brings his other hand to cup your jaw and you let out a pathetic half-whine of his name. “I know.” Jensen whispers against your jaw. “I know.” He moves his lips to your forehead and presses a sweet kiss to your hairline. “I knew as soon as I walked through the door.”

You’re in your heat, and apparently the candle you lit in the kitchen did nothing to disguise the scent of it from Jensen. He pulls back and your eyes meet, his pupils blown with desire. His top lip snarls up and you feel the growl radiate through his chest. “Oh fuck.” Your eyes widen as you realize what happened. 

You sent Jensen into his rut. He’s still in his boxer briefs but you can feel the rigid line of his cock straining against the fabric where it’s pressed against your hipbone. There’s a wet spot barely formed but already growing where precum is leaking from his tip.

“You have no fuckin’ idea what you just did to me.” Jensen grunts as he hovers above you.

You nod, because you are well aware of his body reacting to yours. “I…” You’re cut off by his teeth clashing with yours. The desperation you felt is doubled inside of Jensen as he reaches down and palms at his length through his underwear. In the same motion, he hooks his thumb into the waistband and shoves the garment down his thighs. Before you can think, you’re under him, his hips wedged between your thighs.

“The way you smell,” Jensen noses along your jawline, “the way you sound,” he nips the skin just under your ear, “the way you taste.” Jensen’s tongue trails down the side of your neck until he reaches the junction of your neck and shoulder. “The way you feel under my fingers, under my tongue, around me…” He pushes his forearm under the small of your back and draws your hips closer to his. “It’s so fucking…” An exasperated groan leaves his lips. You’re clouding his mind, overtaking his every thought. “You’re fucking intoxicating.”

It’s not the first time he’s said it, using exactly that word. You get him buzzed. His eyes glaze over, his head starts to spin. You’re his one-too-many at a dive bar. He knows he should stop, but he never does.

You arch your back up into him, the roll of your body pulling him back to reality. Jensen’s lips are everywhere all at once. He’s surrounding you, pinning you down with his hips. Your head tips back, leaning to the right and exposing your sensitive neck to him. Jensen takes his cue and attaches his lips to your pulse, sucking and nipping at your skin. You moan his name, setting a new fire within him.

It takes everything he has, but Jensen pulls himself away from you. He looks down at you, and you meet his gaze. Then Jensen’s eyes move down your body to where your pelvis is connected to his. His eyes find yours again, and you give him a solid, singular nod.

“Out loud.” He coerces. 

“Please, Jensen.” You nod again, but it’s not the answer he wants. “I want this, Jensen.” You swallow thickly. “I want you.”

Something snaps inside of him, the flip of his control switch, and it’s like he’s gone rabid. He grabs your hips with hands that forever have you confused. They’re rough, but soft to the touch. Calloused and worn, but gentle. And they fit perfect over your hip bones. His fingertips bruise your flesh as Jensen continues to restrain himself - barely. He pulls his hips back and lines himself up as your thighs fall farther apart. 

Slowly, but in one swift motion, Jensen pushes his length inside of you. Despite the warm-up you’ve had in your alone time, Jensen stretches you. He’s long, but he’s also thick, and the feeling of him pushing you to your limit is delicious. As soon as he’s fully sheathed, your eyes roll into the back of your head and you’re ready to scream.

You need him.

Jensen thrusts, slowly at first, but then his pace builds. He becomes erratic, and you’re growing frantic. Your head thrashes from side to side while your nails dig into his shoulders, his triceps, down his sides and back. You can feel his muscles moving under your fingertips.

“Close.” He manages through gritted teeth.

“Please.” You’re shameless, unabashedly begging him to slam into you harder, faster, deeper. And he’s happy to oblige. The sound of Jensen’s skin slapping against the inside of your thighs echoes around the room. You cry out wildly, stretching up and digging your teeth into Jensen’s bicep to keep yourself quiet. He reaches up and twists his fingers into your hair, jerking your head backwards so you’re looking up at him.

“Y’ready?” He grunts low in your ear, and you nod quickly.

“Please.” You roll your hips to match his thrusts, his rhythm gone, lost to his desperation. He forces the full weight of his body down into you, and with one final thrust, he swells and locks himself inside of you. You gasp and let out a muffled scream into the crook of Jensen’s neck as the two of you ride out your highs. 

After a few long minutes, Jensen’s chest heaves with labored breaths as he falls beside you. You’re left writhing on the sheets, whining at the loss of him inside of you. Jensen’s fingers trail lightly over your stomach, your muscles fluttering under his touch as you smile. 

“I love you.” You exhale, voice still shaky. “I,” you chuckle, shaking your head, “have been waiting all day for that.”

“I know you have.” He smirks, then clears his throat. “I’m gonna go grab a drink.” Jensen throws his legs over the edge of the bed and makes his way to the kitchen. You lay in bed until you hear the refrigerator door squeak open. Then you swing your legs off the side of the bed, find his discarded Henley, and pad toward Jensen.

You step into the kitchen and stand behind him at the island in the center of the room. Wrapping your arms around his torso, you lean your head against his back between his shoulder blades. Jensen hums as you press a kiss to his freckled skin, dragging your lips across his muscles. He drops his head and closes his eyes, a small groan catching in the back of his throat.

“Hmm?” The sound leaves your lips and vibrates off of Jensen’s back. He turns around and grabs you around the waist. Jensen spins the two of you so your back is pressed against the edge of the countertop. You reach up and wrap your hand around the back of his neck, pulling him to you for a kiss.

“Again.” He mutters against your lips, and you bite his bottom lip as you nod your agreement. Jensen spins you around and lifts the hem of his shirt from your left hip. You reach down and fully discard the garment, crossing your arms across your chest and ripping it up over your head before tossing it onto the floor. Jensen’s lips instantly find your shoulder, his chest pressed against your back. As Jensen’s kisses flutter across your shoulder blade, the scruff on his face scratches at your skin. He scrapes his teeth along the ball of your shoulder and grabs a handful of your ass. 

Instinctively, you bend over, pulling yourself away from his mouth. His fingers trace the line of your spine, sending goosebumps crawling across your skin and a shiver through your body. Within a second, his gentleness is gone, replaced by wild desire. His hand wraps around your hair and yanks your head backwards while the other hand is firmly planted around your hip. You feel the prodding of his cock against your entrance.

Jensen slides into you, your body ready and waiting for him, drawing him in deeper. You clench around him as the front of his thighs meet the globes of your ass. He’s seated fully inside of you, but it’s not enough; you both need more.

Jensen draws back and begins his methodical movement. Your chest is pressed against the countertops, your nipples hard against the cold granite. You reach down and grip the edges as Jensen’s thrusts grow harder, slamming into you. He’s relentless, his hips slapping against your ass. You feel the warmth pooling between your legs, creeping down your thighs and into your feet.

Releasing the countertop, one of your hands travels to the apex of your thighs and you trace circles over your clit. Jensen tugs on your hair, still wrapped tightly in his fist. He continues rutting into you until your knees buckle and a wave of pleasure rocks through you. Jensen catches you when your legs give out, picking you up and sitting you on the countertop. He fucks into you again without hesitation. 

Wrapping your legs around Jensen’s hips, you urge him deeper into you, let him find the pace and angle that gives him the most pleasure. You lean back as Jensen looks down, watching his dick slide in and out of you. The sight of your bodies connected sends him careening toward the edge. As he pistons his hips recklessly, you lunge forward and wrap your arms around his neck, attaching your lips to his. The two of you kiss until you’re breathless, panting as he desperately clings to what’s left of his stamina.

Jensen feels the base of his cock swelling, and he knows you need him to knot you as badly as he needs to do it. He leans his forehead on your collarbone and grips your thigh as he empties himself into you. You gasp and cry out as he fills you, clinging to him like he’s your lifeline. He breathes deeply, bringing himself down until he can slowly back out of you.

“Shower.” Jensen huffs, and you giggle and nod, sliding off the counter and taking Jensen’s hand as he guides you into the bathroom. He turns the water on and lets it warm up as your eyes linger on him. Once steam is filling the room, Jensen steps back and ushers you into the shower before stepping in behind you and closing the door.

As water cascades down Jensen’s back, you watch him with eyes filled with adoration. You find every freckle on his tanned skin, counting them like you haven’t done it hundreds of times already. He runs his fingers back through his hair and you smile at him when he turns around to face you. As your lips curl upward, Jensen’s eyes open and meet yours, then fall to your mouth. Within seconds, he’s backing you against the wall and cupping your jaw in his hands.

His lips mold with yours, slotting perfectly together before he pulls away and pulls at your lower lip with the pad of his thumb. He exposes your bottom teeth before his thumb breeches your barely parted lips. Jensen looks down at you as he tilts your head up to meet his stare, and you can see his eyes darken when you seal your lips around his finger.

All you need is Jensen. Your Alpha. And now that you finally have him, you feel at peace - sated, even. But he isn’t. Jensen is just getting started.

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"Please, be careful," Jensen pleads, strapping Jared into his four paw chair.

With a yip, Jared says both yes and let's go!

They went for a run yesterday and the day before that. Jared believes he just might have the stamina to match Jensen's for the outdoors. There are endless things to see, smell, touch, and taste in the forest. Everything is familiar, but also incredibly new.

The second Jensen shifts into four paw form, Jared sprints. His front paws slap and thud against the ground, while his wheels speedily spin forward. Down the path and into the forest he goes--where the trees grow closer together and the air smells richer. The soil is soft and unspoiled here. Jared slows down to a trot and starts sniffing his favorite maple tree. The sap inside smells so sweet.

Jensen catches up and immediately starts chiding Jared for running ahead--nipping at Jared's ears and gently biting his muzzle. Jared responds with a few licks to Jensen's nose, indicating that he isn't trying to be reckless. He's just too damn excited to not only be outside, but to be outside in four paw form. It is cold out, but their fur and the exercise keeps them warm. It'll be a long winter--they need to enjoy the outdoors as much as possible for the time being.

Side by side, Jared and Jensen begin scratching at more trees. There's something so satisfying about digging their claws into the bark. Doing this serves two purposes: to mark their territory and to sharpen their nails.

It's been an interesting--and welcomed--change thinking of his territory as their territory.

Jared stops scratching a tree just to lick Jensen's muzzle and the back of his ears. Jensen pants, tongue out, and whines when Jared stops. Barking once, stretching his paws forward, Jared challenges Jensen to another run. This time, Jensen bolts ahead.

For the rest of the early afternoon, they race each other and hunt down two rabbits--one a piece. After that, they find a small clearing and groom each other under a patch of sunlight. Jensen shifts only to let Jared out of his chair and curl up. Finished with that, he shifts back. Jared stretches out, placing his head over Jensen's flank.

Unfortunately for them, the sun begins its descent all too soon. Jared takes a few minutes to play like a pup and run in circles around Jensen, followed by bows forward to get him to play too. Jensen obliges him, but barks and looks towards the setting sun. Jared huffs. Damn the sun. He could stay out all night if given the opportunity. Unfortunately, the weather doesn't agree with Jared's desires. A cold wind picks up, rustling the grass and leaves beneath their paws. Ears pointed down, Jared reluctantly admits that it's best to head back to the yurt.

Jensen shifts to his two paw form and walks alongside Jared, carrying the two rabbits in his hand. At a leisurely trot, they make their way out of the forest.

An hour or two later, in his two paw form, Jared curls up in bed, under a pile of blankets and alongside as many hot rocks as Jensen could make. Jared caught a chill, and as a result, his muscles have started spasming. Jensen boils water and pours it into a hot water bottle. He closes it and places it on the small of Jared's back.

"Thank you," Jared murmurs, peeking out from his mountain of blankets.

Jensen frowns and nods. He holds back a lecture... for now. After rubbing his hands together, he starts gently massaging Jared's legs. Jared coos and sighs in relief.

"Hey." Jared looks up at Jensen. "Guess what."

"Hmm?"

"You get to kiss me."

"Oh?" Jensen perks up, no longer frowning. "I do?"

"Yes," Jared says. "You get to kiss the only part of me that doesn't hurt."

Jensen stops massaging and climbs into bed next to Jared. Soft, green eyes look back at Jared. "What part of you doesn't hurt?"

Jared slips his hand into Jensen's. He smiles, comfortable and warm--all thanks to his mate. Slowly, Jared guides Jensen's hand to settle on his abdomen.

"Here," Jared whispers, bumping their noses together. "Right here."

Jensen returns the smile. He disappears under the covers and plants a kiss right where Jared's hand is. He nuzzes the spot with his nose, and leaves a trail of kisses on his way up to Jared's lips.

The further into the club he moves, the more oppressive the wet heat and the stink of pheromones becomes. You’re supposed to take some sort of suppressant before you come, otherwise everyone’s scents can easily become overwhelming considering the sheer volume of sex everyone is having or preparing to have as soon as they move somewhere more private. Jensen is glad he remembered to take his blockers this morning, because they’ve dulled his sense of smell as well as masked his own alpha scent. Hopefully, that will prevent any overly needy omegas propositioning him.

Jensen knows it may be old fashioned, but he prefers to make the first move. He likes the thrill of the chase, the challenge of earning his omega’s submission, not having it thrown carelessly at his feet. Even if it’s a one night stand, which is what he’s after this evening, truthfully, he likes the experience to mean something. He has needs like everyone else, and he doesn’t see the point in denying himself and enduring the needless pain that would result in, but he secretly wishes he could save himself just for his mate. Whenever he meets her, he’s going to work to make their first time together as special as he possibly can.

You take one last look at yourself in the mirror, deciding to add a touch more of the shimmering body powder you have to your shoulders and collarbones. Turning this way and that, all the high points you want to accentuate catch the light beautifully, and you know the effect will be even better when you’re out on stage. One last shake of your chest to make sure your breasts are sitting as high as they can in your strapless bustier, and you’re ready.

Down the hall, loitering behind the curtain, is your Dom for the night – Chris. You’ve worked with him before, and you perform well together. He’s very strict, but there’s always a hint of a smile on his dark pink lips, even when he’s meant to be serious.

Chris gives you a beaming smile when he sees you, taking your hand and spinning you around for him so he can admire your lingerie. He growls playfully and pulls you into a one armed hug, nuzzling against your neck to reacquaint himself with your scent.

“It’ll be a shame to tear this one, you look ravishing,” he whispers huskily, his stubble and his breath tickling your skin, and you squirm against him.

“You know, you could not tear my clothes off,” you remind him with a giggle. “I can always strip for you.”

“Yeah, but that’s much less fun,” he grins, nipping at your neck.

“Get off,” you roll your eyes and shove him away lightly, and Chris laughs and shakes himself out. You turn and look at him curiously, suddenly catching a scent you don’t recognise. “Are you wearing cologne or something?” you ask, and Chris looks at you, confused.

“No, why?”

“You smell different,” you mumble, grabbing his wrist and scenting him where his pulse is stronger. He smells how you remember though, fresh and bright, like sunshine on pine trees. But when you pull your head back you smell that other scent again, something deeper – dark and spicy and alluring – and you have no idea where it’s coming from.

“Did you take your suppressants?” Chris double checks, and you nod slowly.

“Maybe they’re just being slow to kick in tonight,” you shrug, brushing off the thought when you hear the music change on the other side of the curtain to the entrance song for your performance.

“That’s you ‘mega,” Chris grins, pulling back the curtain and swatting you on the ass to propel you forward onto the stage, to be met with the customary applause and wolf-whistles of a room full of horny spectators.

“Don’t keep me waiting too long, Alpha,” you shoot him a wink, then turn to your crowd.

Jensen has wound his way through several of the back rooms at Instinct, but found nothing and no one to pique his interest. Deciding it’s time for a drink, he makes his way to a bar that has one empty seat left right on the end, closest to the stage. He imagines that’s due to the very nearby speakers, but he isn’t trying to hold a conversation with anyone just now, so he makes his way to the bar stool and slides on, flagging down a bartender and pointing at a bottle of whiskey with two fingers. The barman pours him a double of the deep honey coloured liquid, and Jensen waves away the ice when it’s offered to him, taking his drink neat.

The music changes abruptly to something with a slow, jazzy fanfare, and Jensen looks up to see a curtain opening to reveal a stunningly gorgeous omega stepping through. The crowd cheers loudly, egging her on as she shimmies herself toward the pole in the centre of the stage, her hips swaying enticingly. Jensen feels his throat go dry, and he quickly takes a sip of his whiskey to alleviate the sudden difficulty he’s having breathing. His heart is beating louder than the base rhythm thumping through the speakers, and he can feel his hands start to shake.

What the hell is happening to him?

The omega – Pearl, the announcer had introduced her as – winds herself around the pole intricately in time with the music. Every time she spins in his direction Jensen feels his chest tighten, and embarrassingly, his slacks tighten too. Of course, clubs like this are meant to be erotic, are meant to arouse the senses, but Jensen has been here plenty of times and he’s never gotten more than a semi until he’s taken his chosen prey back to a private room, or out into the night. Sporting a full on erection while sitting at a bar in a room full of people is not his usual style. And ‘Pearl’ hasn’t even taken any of her clothes off, yet.

Christ, what is it about this girl? Jensen gulps down the remainder of his whiskey and signals to the bartender for another.

Pearl drops to her knees on stage, spreading her thighs wide and laying all the way back until her head is touching the floor, pushing her breasts up enticingly in the pearl encrusted bustier she’s wearing. There’s whistles from the crowd and applause as the music dies down. The omega stays in her ending pose, breathing heavily. Jensen is close enough to the stage that he can see the sweat beading on her skin, catching the stage lights as her body settles gently into the floor, and she swings her legs out from beneath her, rolling over and pushing herself up on her hands and knees, then bowing her head down and presenting to the crowd.

Jensen feels something shift in his world at that exact moment. A waft of the sweetest, strongest scent he’s ever encountered drifts across the room, and he breathes it in deep, his lungs shuddering when the air hits them. Suddenly it’s like all of his senses are heightened, and the aroma magnifies a hundred fold. His eyes focus in on Pearl’s body, specifically between her legs, where her panties are stretching tightly over her holes, barely disguising them beneath the lacy fabric. And now Jensen swears he can see the slick that’s staining them and beginning to spread around the edge of the fabric to glisten on the skin of her thighs.

Fucking hell, this omega is up on stage, presenting herself to a crowd of strangers, and she’s practically fucking dripping from how wet it’s making her.

The curtain parts again and an alpha strolls on to the stage, but Jensen doesn’t notice his presence until he uses the riding crop in his hand to tilt Pearl’s chin up and make her look at him.

“Good little Omega, waiting for your Alpha on your knees,” he croons, voice magnified by some microphone Jensen can’t see. Pearl nods eagerly, staring up at the alpha adoringly.

“Do I get my reward, Alpha?” she asks sweetly, and her voice is the most beautiful sound Jensen has ever heard. But her words make something inside him snap viciously. Before he knows what he’s doing, Jensen has leapt out of his chair and vaulted himself up onto the stage.

“No,” Jensen growls, pushing the blonde, muscley alpha out of the way. Jensen drops down on one knee and grabs Pearl’s face, forcing her to meet his eyes. When she does, they both gasp, and Jensen sees her eyes go wide in astonishment. Her skin is burning hot under his fingertips.

“Alpha,” she whimpers, breathless, staring at the man before her.

“That’s right, ‘mega,” Jensen growls, dropping his hand to her throat and yanking her up so her face is level with his own. “You’re mine aren’t you?” And it’s a genuine question. Jensen thinks he understands what’s just happened, he thinks he knows who this girl is to him, but he needs to hear her say it, and he’s fighting every instinct in his body by forcing himself to wait until he can hear those words.

“Yours, Alpha, your-” Jensen doesn’t let her finish the word and crushes his lips to hers.

You surge into the Alpha in front of you, the rest of the world falling away in favour of him; his eyes, his hands, his voice, his body, his lips. His tongue curls itself around yours possessively, teasing into your mouth and stealing your breath for his own.

His hands comb over your body, molding you to him, possessing you. You feel his lips tear from yours and drag down to your throat as he scents you properly for the first time. Teeth gnash gently at your skin, and you can feel the restrained strength that the alpha is clearly struggling to hold back. He wants to bite; to claim you. And in your fog of burning desire, you want that too – you crave it, actually.

You arch your neck, baring more of your skin to him, and you feel his growl rumble through his body in aggravation. Yet he still holds himself back, presses his teeth into your veins but doesn’t draw blood.

“Alpha,” you whimper, and you sound pathetic even to your own ears. Your voice seems to jar him from whatever trance he’s been suspended in since your kiss. He stares down at you, eyes dark and expression hard.

His gaze drags down your body, lingering over the parts of you that are still covered, and clearly unhappy about something he’s looking at. A hand traces from your back down between your legs, and when he touches the wet skin of your thighs you realise just how badly your slick is dripping. It only gets this bad when you’re in heat usually… oh. That explains why every place the alpha touches you burns.

“What the fuck is this?” He asks, voice rolling from his chest like it’s been raked over gravel.

“A-alpha?” You stutter, not wanting to upset him but unsure what he means.

“You’re fucking soaked, ‘mega,” he continues to glare at you, and you feel yourself begin to quake in his grasp. “You get this turned on just from doing your slutty little dance for all these people?”

His words send another gush of slick rushing to your core, and you’re sure he must feel your reaction dripping over his fingers.

“No, Alpha, for you. I promise, just for you,” you plead, trying to make him understand, but you recognize the grim set of his jaw. You’ve seen it on the other alphas you’ve performed with dozens of times – you’re going to be punished. Your pussy clenches desperately at the thought, already impatient for it.

“Don’t fuckin’ lie to me, sweetheart.” Your alpha stands, his hands going immediately to his belt, pulling the heavy strip of leather temptingly through the loops of his slacks. Now he’s standing, you’re face to face with a very visible bulge between his legs. You gulp, swallowing the saliva that floods your mouth at the thought of getting him in between your lips.

A loud crack echoes through the room as the alpha snaps the loop of his belt on his palm, testing the impact, and you see him smirk when you flinch at the noise; but what he doesn’t know is that it’s from anticipation, rather than fear. Though maybe he can sense it, he can probably smell the arousal rolling off you, and you doubt there’s any of the bitter tinge that fright brings to people’s scents.

“Stand the fuck up!” He orders you, and you scramble to your feet, standing in front of him with your head bowed demurely. You can hear the smile in his voice when he speaks next. “So you do know some manners, huh?” He walks in a slow circle around you, trailing his fingers over your skin, testing your response to his touch, but you look resolutely at the floor, refusing to break your composure, wanting to make him proud.

“Are you gonna be a good girl for me, ‘mega?” he asks calmly, his voice rumbling in his chest, making you shiver.

“Yes, Alpha,” you answer quickly.

“Louder! I want the whole crowd to hear what an obedient little bitch I’ve got myself,” he sneers, bringing the belt down across your thighs. You cry out, feeling the sting shoot a different kind of tingling directly between your legs.

“Thank you, Alpha,” you force out around your deep breaths, trying to get your urges under control so you can stay still.

“Aw, you’re very welcome,” he pouts condescendingly and strikes you again, on the ass this time.

The force of the hit sends you staggering a little, and you catch yourself on the pole so you don’t fall to your knees.

“You just can’t stay away from that thing, can ya’ slut?” The alpha growls and marches towards you, spinning you so your back is pressed against the pole and you’re facing the audience. Their eyes are all watching you hungrily. The next moment there’s hollers and cheers as the alpha grips the front of your bodice and tears. His strength is terrifying, ripping right through the fabric and boning, sending pearls skittering across the stage floor.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it? Wanted to show off your body to all these people, watch them want you? Well that’s not fucking acceptable, sweetheart. Because you. Are. Mine.”

He spins you around and bends you over, and your hands shoot out and grab the pole so you don’t topple to the stage. You barely manage to hold yourself up as the beating starts. He’s ripped your panties off too, and every slap of his belt lands squarely across both your cheeks, sending a beautiful prickling pain radiating throughout your body.

After every stroke you utter a small ‘thank you, Alpha’, but you know your words are becoming less and less distinguishable the more your brain clouds and the arousal takes over. You can feel yourself beginning to shake, and you know any moment now you’ll be dropping to your knees and begging for your alpha’s cock. You can’t wait any longer, it's absolute torture being this empty.

“Please, Alpha,” you sob, and it’s only then that you realise there’s tears running down your cheeks, dripping to the floor. “Please, fuck me, need you. Need my Alpha, please!” You don’t know if anyone can understand what you’re saying through your whimpers, but your alpha seems to. His arms circle around your waist and pull you up into his chest.

“Good girl, baby, tellin’ me what you need,” he comforts you, dropping a small kiss to the top of your head. “I’m gonna give you what you need, sweetheart, don’t you worry. Just get down on your knees for me, yeah?” You nod shakily and drop, using his body for support as you make your way to the floor.

“Present,” he instructs, and his voice is firm but there’s an underlying care, almost reverence, to his tone.

You bend and rest your head on the floor, spreading your knees to show your holes to your alpha, knowing he’ll find them soaking, and ready for him to use however he wants. From the corner of your eye you see his shirt flutter to the ground, quickly followed by his trousers, and then you feel him behind you. His skin is burning hot where his thighs touch the backs of yours, and you emit a shocked groan when you feel the heat of his cock slip between your thighs, rubbing along your pussy, but careful not to slip inside. This is not what you need.

Jensen holds out for one more second, thrusting himself between the girl’s slick covered thighs and relishing in the heat of her body, and the torture he knows the teasing is causing her, but he can’t resist any longer. On the next pull back he presses against her entrance and sheaths himself in one stroke, bottoming out quickly and pressing the skin of her ass into his hips, still bright red and beautifully warm from the punishment he’d given her.

All thought of teasing gone, he begins to fuck her with abandon, letting instinct take over as he ravishes his omega for the first time. He feels his knot begin to swell and he eagerly forces it inside her, loving the sound of her screaming out for him.

“Oh my god, Alpha!” she cries, fucking herself back onto his cock eagerly. “Please can I cum? Please please please…”

“Fuck, such a good girl, remembering to ask permission,” he moans, atonished she’s coherent enough to manage that. He wouldn’t have blamed her if she’d just let go, but the fact that she’s asked him, that she wants to please him with her own pleasure, has Jensen reeling. It’s overwhelming, really, the feeling of devotion that simple gesture has spread through him. “Cum for me, ‘mega. Need you to cum on my knot, baby girl, please,” he begs in turn, and he’s overtaken by his own release.

Jensen bends down, blanketing his omega’s body with his own as he fucks her through their orgasms, relishing in the feel of her convulsing around his cock, squeezing his knot so fucking tightly. He nuzzles breathlessly against her neck, and when she squeezes around him next he grunts and feels his teeth scrape across her skin. Without thinking, he bites, claiming her while they’re still bound together, and his claim seems to draw another ripple of pleasure out of her as she shudders and cries out beneath him.

He doesn’t know how long it takes them to come down, but eventually he looks up and notices the room has been emptied. Looking back down, he smiles at the omega, resting peacefully in his embrace, still cradling his cock inside her, her legs wrapped around his waist. His omega, he thinks again happily, and then his smile drops painfully, because he realises why he keeps calling her Omega – he doesn’t even know her name.

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