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We pulled up at my place and I ran from the car, needing to put as much distance between Dean and me as possible. I was already starting to sweat, and I could feel my stomach twisting in knots.

Please, not now!!” I muttered as I threw myself on the couch and curled up into a ball.  

“Dammit, Y/N! Would you stop running from me! We need to talk about this!” Dean had taken off his jacket, and he was breathing heavily as though he had run from the car.  I could tell my heat was starting to affect him.

“She was so desperate, I could see it in her eyes.  How many other Lisas are we going to run into? How many other women are out there who want to lay claim to you?” I jumped off the couch and got right into his face, my heat fueling me with anger and aggression.

He grabbed my arms, holding me against him. “I can’t change the past, Y/N. But I don’t want any of them.  I just want you.”

I jabbed my finger into his chest.  “You’d better be sure Dean. because I don’t share.  It’s all or nothing with me.  I refuse to compete with every Omega you screwed while you were with Alpha4. What’s to stop you getting bored with me and calling one of your old fucks?”

Dean didn’t reply, but I could tell by the dangerous glint in his eyes that I had pushed him too far.  He picked me up and tossed me over his shoulder, carrying me off towards the bedroom.  When he threw me onto the bed and began taking off his shirt. I scrambled into a sitting position, shoving my hair out of my eyes, torn between annoyance and arousal.  “What the hell was that for?”  I demanded.

“It shut you up, didn’t it?” He said with a smirk.

My face softened. “Come here,” I whispered. He climbed onto the bed, leaning into me as I put my arms around him. “I love you, you know that, right?”  I whispered as our lips met in a breathless kiss. I could feel him tremble as his hands slid down my back to cup my ass and pull me against his erection.  

My head was spinning as we shared a hot, open-mouth kiss that was equal parts anger and passion. I had so many conflicting emotions fighting for dominance at the moment, I didn’t know which end was up.

“That dress has to go.” He snapped.  “Get it off or I will.” My nimble fingers made short work of the many buttons on the dress and slipped it from my shoulders, along with my bra and panties. I threw my clothes into the corner, the coolness of the room making me shiver slightly.

Dean’s eyes looked me over possessively as his hand reached out to caress my shoulder.  He loomed in front of me, large and dominating.  That apple-pie scent of him just washed over me, and I could feel the slick smearing against my thighs. My stomach clenched hard, and I whined with need.

“Lay down and let me take care of you, Omega.” He growled in that deep timbre that turned my bones to complete jelly.

I shook my head, holding my hand up against his chest.  “No, YOU lay down.”

His eyes flew to mine, surprised.  “You wanna take the wheel tonight, ‘mega?” He whispered in a husky voice.

I nodded slightly.  “That okay?”

His grin was instant.  “Hell yeah!’ He said with enthusiasm. I pushed against his chest, and his laid down on the bed, his thick cock standing tall and proud.  It made my mouth water. I scrambled into his lap taking his face in my hands and kissing him passionately.  I rocked in his lap my slick allowing the head of his cock to slide through my pussy lips over and over, and he groaned as I teased him.

Pulling my lips from his to take a gasping breath my mouth latched onto one of his nipples and tugged as I continued to grind on him and he almost fell off the bed.  His eyes were closed, and he was moaning softly. His hands came up, tangling in my hair and he spoke, “Need you, Y/N”

I reached down and guided him to my entrance, impaling myself on his hard shaft and I gave a choked cry. I began to work him over, twisting my hips and sliding myself incredibly slow up and down on his cock, and Dean began to shake and curse. He wanted hard and fast, I could tell, but that just made me go agonizingly slower. I wanted him to feel every movement.

“Stop teasing, Y/N.” he warned, his hands coming up to rest on my hips and pull me down, harder and deeper as our hips smacked together.

I looked deep into his eyes as I raised myself up so that just the tip of him remained inside me.  “I  need you to be all in with this, Dean. 100%. I need all the Lisas of the world to know that you are my Alpha and no one else’s.” And with this, I slammed myself down on his cock and began to ride him with a bruising rhythm.

“Dammit!” He swore. “I’m yours, Omega. Always.”

My orgasm was approaching, and I could feel his knot swelling, making it more difficult to ride him. My pussy clamped down on him like a vice, and I started to collapse on his chest with a hoarse scream of pleasure. My lips were very close to his neck, so with a quick twist of my head I leaned into him and sank my teeth into his neck and bit hard until I drew blood.  

His eyes widened in surprise, and he hissed slightly in pain. I ran my tongue over the bite, lapping up the blood, the coppery taste of him filling my mouth.

“Now you’re mine,” I said smugly, blood dripping from the corner of my mouth.  Dean stiffened, and a roar of pleasure escaped his lips, as he came hard, filling me with his hot cum. He quickly pulled me down to him and bit me, his teeth marking me, binding us together forever, and triggering another smaller orgasm for me.  He poured into me for what seemed like forever.

I lay on his chest, small aftershocks running through me, trying to catch my breath.  When I finally had control of myself I slid off and lay down next to him. I didn’t move for a long moment because I was actually afraid to look at him. When I finally turned in his direction, his eyes were warm and he was smiling.  “So this happened,” I whispered with a small grin.

“You taking control like that was incredibly hot, Y/N. I’ve wanted this for so long.” He told me, his hand holding mine.

“Me too,” I whispered back. It just felt right. We fell asleep holding hands, knowing that when we woke up everything would be totally different.

My apartment was bigger and Dean’s lease was almost up, so we decided he would move in with me.  After much arguing and compromising we were able to whittle our stuff down to one home’s worth.  Believe me, it wasn’t easy.  Dean is very attached to his stuff.

Time flew by as he worked long days getting the garage in order, but he always had me to come home to.  Next week Sam is on spring break, and he is coming to visit, and I am finally going to get to meet him, not as Dean’s “friend” from Harvelle’s, but as Dean’s Omega and his mate.

Today is my one-year follow up with the Turner-Singer specialist.  Dean really wanted to be there, but there was some issue at the shop that he had to deal with personally.  “It’s no problem, babe.  Terri said she would go with me.”

“But I’m your Alpha, I should be there.” He said stubbornly, crossing his arms.

I rolled my eyes at him.  “It’s no big deal. I’ve been feeling really good. I haven’t had any further episodes. I promise I’ll tell you everything.  Terri knows my entire history with this.  It will be fine.”

He pulled me to him, and hugged me, kissing the top of my head.  “Call me as soon as you are finished.”

“Yes, Mom. Now go to work!” I laughed, practically pushing him out the door.

He turned in the doorway before leaving. “I mean it, Omega. Call me.  As soon as you are done.”

Terri met me at the office since the hospital was close to her house.  This place brought back very bad memories for me.  They took a bunch of tubes of blood as soon as I got there, and then we sat in the waiting room for what felt like an eternity waiting for the doctor.

“So how are things with you and Dean?” Terri asked.

“Really good. He’s been working a lot.  Sam is coming to visit next week, so he’ll be home for that.”

Terri put her hand on my arm.  “It’s nice to finally see you two in a good place.”

The nurse called my name and we were escorted to the doctor’s office.  It was filled with books and leather and diplomas and just screamed pretension. His bedside manner hadn’t improved. “So Y/N. I ’ve had a look at your labs. Everything looks good, except for one thing. Your HCG came back positive.”

Terri and I looked at each other.  “And that means?”

“You’re pregnant.  Pregnancy is contraindicated for Turner-Singer patients. Given the difficulties you have had in the past, I don’t believe your body will be able to tolerate the hormone changes of pregnancy.  I suggest terminating the pregnancy right away.  Have you been using birth control?”

“Yes,” I said immediately. “Well, there was one time, maybe two. But I wasn’t really worried about it because I was told a few years ago I most likely couldn’t have children.  I had some gynecological issues when I was younger……” My voice trailed off.

“You didn’t tell me any of this!” Terri snapped.  She was right. I didn’t want her to feel sorry for me, so I hadn’t shared this with anyone. After Dean’s rut, I’d angrily told him I could have gotten pregnant because we didn’t use anything.  I said it more to hurt him than because I’d actually believed I could be pregnant. I still felt guilty about that.

“Thanks, but no,”  I said suddenly.

“Excuse me?” The doctor said, confused.

“I said no. I am not terminating this pregnancy.”

“Ms. Y/L/N….” The doctor began in a condescending voice.

“What she means is she needs to discuss this with her Alpha,” Terri said, glaring at me as she grabbed my arm and pulled me out of my chair.

“I want to see you back next week. The sooner we terminate, the better.” The doctor said, shuffling his papers.  I was clearly being dismissed.

“What are you going to tell Dean?” Terri asked me as soon as we were in the hallway.

I just stared at her, because I had absolutely no idea.

Part 10

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The restaurant Dean picked was a little Italian place that smelled amazing.  Within a few minutes, we were seated in a cozy alcove and the waiter had brought us both glasses of a heady red wine.  I laughed out loud at something Dean said, the conversation flowing naturally and easy between us as we perused our menus.

I happened to glance up from my menu and I noticed Dean’s eyes on me. His expression was soft and warm.  “What?” I asked with a smile.

“I’ve dreamed about doing this with you since I met you,” he told me, an adorably bashful grin on his face.

“This?” I questioned, mirroring his smile.

“Going on a date, doing normal couple stuff.” Dean paused, his eyes darkening, darting around the room before focusing on me. “I want everyone to know your mine.”

As I started into his handsome face, I could feel my heart beat a little faster. I licked my lips deliberately, eyes on him the whole time.  “Buy me dinner first, Alpha, and I’ll show you later how much I’m yours.”

Dean groaned softly, reaching out to take my hand as he scolded me playfully. “You need to stop that, Omega, or we’ll never make it to dinner.”

“But I’m very hungry.”  I knew I was pushing my luck, but I was in a teasing mood.

“So am I. And we’re eating,” he said firmly, squirming a bit in his seat - I couldn’t hide my grin at the effect I knew I was having on him but before I could take the game any further, the waiter returned to our table with a basket of complimentary bread and pulled out his notepad.

We gave our order and Dean quickly took the opportunity to change the subject, aiming for more traditional “first date” questions, keeping the topic away from the things we already knew about each other. It kept going throughout the meal and I was pleasantly surprised that he was such an interesting and intelligent man.

It dispelled any notion that he was just a dumb caveman Alpha with only one thing on his mind.

I sat back in the booth, dropping my fork onto my plate. “I can’t eat another bite.  I’m stuffed.”

Dean chuckled, running a last crust of the bread around his plate, collecting his steak sauce. “So no dessert then?”

I shook my head with a fond smile, watching him pop the last morsel between his plump lips and it prompting an unbidden groan.  “If I eat dessert you won’t be getting any tonight,” I warned.

“What about to go?” he suggested. “You really gotta try the fudge cake here.” Dropping his voice and leaning in, a lewd smile spread over his lips. “We could always eat it in bed later.”

The thought of Dean feeding me cake in bed was kind of a turn on, to be honest. but I knew we wouldn’t be eating in bed. But the thought of missing out on that fudge cake…

Two foil swans later, we were about to leave, just as another couple was being seated next to us. The woman stared at Dean, catching my attention with her intense look and I frowned, just as Dean noticed her and his face drained of color.

The woman said something to her companion and walked over to us. “Dean?” she purred, reaching out to touch his arm.  He jerked it away as though her touch burned.

“Hey, Lisa,” he said in a tight voice.

“I was wondering what happened to you. They wouldn’t tell me anything when I called. Just that you left. I’ve missed you.”  Dean looked so uncomfortable, like a trapped animal. I was confused for a moment. Who was she?

“Dean?” I asked tentatively.  His eyes came up to meet mine, and they were filled with such pain.  And then it hit me who she was. This woman…..this Lisa, was one of Dean’s Omega clients from Alpha4.

“He’s retired,” I snapped angrily. “Just leave us alone, please.”

“But I need….” she began to say in a desperate voice.  Oh, I knew what she needed.

And just like that, our perfect first date was ruined as reality reared its ugly head.  “Come, on. We’re leaving.”I told Dean as I turned my back on that Omega who could have been me and walked away head held high as the tears began to flow.

Part 9

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He groans at the contact and his arms go around my neck, pulling our faces as close as possible so he can kiss me deeply.  “Finally,” he breathes out, and I know what he means. I am feeling a little tipsy myself with the sensation of Dean’s tongue swirling against mine, and the hot, open-mouthed kisses are making me drunk with desire.

His hands glide down my back, cupping my ass and lifting me so my now-soaking core is against his rock-hard erection. I grind into him shamelessly, wrapping my legs around his waist while simultaneously shoving my tongue in his mouth.

He carries me into the bedroom, his hands squeezing me to the point of bruising, every inch of him vibrating with desperation. I’m feeling exactly the same way. My sister’s words are echoing in my head, but I can’t see past how much I need him, and right now, I don’t want to think about anything but his touch.

He drops me on the bed, and he yanks my shirt open in his haste to get it off me, and the buttons fly everywhere.  I don’t think he even notices, he is that far gone.  He’s panting hard, and his hands are everywhere at once. I somehow manage to shimmy out of my leggings and panties before he destroys them and his clothes are gone in the blink of an eye.

The sound he makes is guttural, deep and positively thrilling as he covers my body with his, enveloping me in his heat.   His lips descend to mine again and again and he nudges my legs apart with his knee.  The urgency is unreal, unlike anything I’ve ever felt before, and Dean’s looming over me, his cock brushing against my soaked pussy.  I know somewhere in the back of my mind I should stop him, tell him we need protection, but the feel of his skin against mine is intoxicating, and I can’t focus.

He slips one arm under my knee, lifting my leg high as he sheaths himself inside me, the angle just enough to provoke a high pitched cry from my lips. Dean grunts as his hips come flush with my ass, and I feel like I can see stars behind my eyelids. He’s thick and hot and everywhere at once - the world feels like it’s closing in, leaving us the only two people in the universe.

At some point, I whimper his name, followed by “Alpha”, but he doesn’t seem to notice anything beyond my skin, and my body taking him over and over. His knot is already half swollen and I want to be filled by him so much.

All rational thought is out the window as I rake my nails down his back. It barely slows him down.  The scent of his rut is calling to me, consuming me.  He’s biting my chest and neck and the thought that he could claim me right now barely registers. This is risky and stupid and it feels so fucking good.

He doesn’t stop moving, his urgency overcoming anything else, and he’s hungry for his own climax and mine. I whimper and cry out for him, biting my lip hard enough to draw blood when he reaches between us and runs his thumb over my clit.  “Come for me, Y/N,” he demands.

My body bucks against his, and our eyes meet for an instant as Dean and I both scream out our pleasure. I can feel him filling me to the brim with his hot cum, and I cling to him as I tremble with the aftershocks.

I have barely recovered when he is on me again, wanting more.  He is completely insatiable, taking me so many times that by the end I am barely able to keep my eyes open. We fall asleep wrapped in each other’s arms.

When I wake up, disorientation leaves me instantly confused, struggling to put the pieces together.  Why can’t I move? And why am I so hot? The answer to both the questions is the same: Dean. He is sprawled on top of me, our legs all tangled together, and he gives off heat like a furnace.  Then I feel the tenderness between my legs and the whisker-burn on my face and the memories of last night come screaming to the surface.

“Dean, wake up!” I say sharply, shaking his shoulder. He doesn’t move. With a sigh of annoyance, I try to push him off me. It’s like trying to move a boulder, but after a few minutes of wiggling, I manage to untangle myself and slide out of bed.

Throwing on Dean’s shirt since he destroyed mine, I head into the bathroom, and when I stare at myself in the mirror, I am shocked at what I see. My cheeks are red with whisker burn, and my neck and chest are covered with bite marks and bruises, and my thighs are sore and sticky. What have I just done? My stomach is tight with nerves. I need coffee. Staying still for a moment, I listen carefully, padding quickly to the kitchen when I hear no sign of Dean being awake.

As the coffee is brewing, I keep stealing anxious glances towards the bedroom, waiting for Dean to suddenly emerge, but he doesn’t. When the pot is done I polish off my first cup in about three swallows, and I start to feel human again. I pour myself a second cup, and one for Dean, and steeling my shoulders, I head into the bedroom to face the music.

When I walk into the bedroom, Dean is sitting up with his head in his hands. “Here,” I say, handing him the coffee and a bottle of Advil. My voice is an embarrassed whisper and I can feel the redness in my cheeks.

“So I didn’t dream this?” Dean says with a groan, popping several Advil and washing them down with the coffee. He’s purposely avoiding eye contact but manages to notice that I’m wearing his shirt.

“Nope,” I reply shortly popping the “p”. “You want to tell me what that was last night?”

He won’t meet my eyes, and his cheeks flush with color. “I’ve been in rut the past few days, trying to drink my way through it. I just… lost it.”

“And why did you come here?”

“I think you know why, Y/N,” Dean snaps angrily, and the display of emotion has me pausing for a split second.

I sit on the edge of the bed, keeping a good distance between us. “I really don’t. You said a lot of things last night. But you were drunk, and rutting badly.” It’s hard to look him in the eye, but I need to see the truth as well as hear it. “Tell me why you came here.”

“Because I didn’t think I was going to see you again, that’s why!” he exclaimed, his voice loud and high pitched. Surprise has me leaning back, blinking at him furiously: I wasn’t expecting him to say that.

“What? Why would you think that?” I ask quietly, tearing my eyes away because looking at him is too much.

“Because I saw the way that asshole Pete was looking at you.” His voice cracks and there are goddamn tears in his eyes. “Like he couldn’t wait to get his hands all over you. You found yourself an Alpha, so you won’t need me anymore.”

I stand up, panic filling my chest, fuelling my retreat. Quick steps carry me back away from Dean, and I put my hands up to try and get a grip on both the situation and my feelings. “So you’re telling me you showed up here drunk because you were jealous that I went out with Pete? And this….” I waved my hand towards the bed; the rumpled sheets the smallest piece of evidence of our night. “All this was just what? Marking your territory?  We didn’t use any protection last night, Dean. I could be pregnant.  Did you think about that?”

His eyes widened - clearly, he hadn’t. “I went out with Pete just that one time, and I wasn’t planning on going out with him again, not that it’s any of your business. If you wanted to see me again, how about asking me out like a normal person, instead of showing up here like a caveman and dragging me off by my hair?”

Dean looks a little shell-shocked, to say the least; he’s genuinely never considered that. “This has gone way beyond the job for me.  You know that, right?” His honesty stings me where I don’t want it to.

I nod as a tear slips down my cheek. “I have feelings for you, Dean.” The admission causes a flare of hope in his eyes, but I can’t consider that right now. “And I think I need to figure out exactly what that means for us. You should go. I need time to think. This isn’t about just getting through my heats anymore.”

“Can I have my shirt?” he asks, his familiar smirk turning the corners of his mouth up. I grab a shirt from the drawer and slip off his shirt, handing it to him without touching him.  He dresses quickly and when he has finished, he approaches me slowly, handing me a small slip of paper with messy writing scrawled across it. “My cell number,” he mutters, still not looking me in the eye “Call me when you’re ready to talk.”

I take the paper from his hand and nod slowly, feeling a lump in my throat. Can I really let him walk out the door with that spark diminishing?

Dean goes still as a rock when I grab his shirt and pull him to me, kissing him hard with everything I have. His fingers brush my cheek when he tugs away, a sad smile on his face. And then he’s gone.

For a few seconds, I just stand on the spot, staring at the closed door. When I finally shake myself from my stupor, I turn and head for the shower, crying under the warm spray until I have no tears left.

(Part 5)  (I can’t get this link to work, sorry)

The nurse grabbed Y/N’s shoulder to keep her from falling onto the floor. “She’s seizing! We need to get her in the back, quick!” The doctor barked.

The two men ran through the doors with the stretcher. I went to follow them, but the nurse blocked my way.  “You need to wait here.  Someone will be out to get some information from you.”

“I’m am not leaving her,” I replied in a hard voice, my fists clenched tightly.

She laid a hand on my arm and her tone softened. “The best thing you can do for her is stay here and let us do our jobs, okay? We will take care of your Omega.”  She pointed towards the empty waiting room and I sighed in annoyance, fighting every instinct I had to charge through that door after Y/N. It wasn’t until after she’d walked away that I realized she’d called Y/N my Omega.

After sitting for a while it dawned on me that someone would eventually be coming to ask me questions.  Questions I couldn’t answer.  I knew Y/N’s name and her address, but that was it.  I thought for a second, then fired off a text to the one person I knew who could help me.  

My friend Charlie was one of the schedulers at Alpha4. She was 90 pounds of fiery redheaded Beta who loved to tease me about my popularity with the Omegas.   She liked to joke that the only reason she was immune to my charms was the fact that she was a lesbian.  She had a great sense of humor and always made me laugh.  

Charlie was a bit of a hacker in her spare time.  The company kept access to the client files limited to a select few to protect the clients’ privacy.  All we were ever given was the name and the address.  Since I had quit so abruptly, I had lost what little access I did have. But if anyone could help me, Charlie could.

Dean: Hey Charlie, are you in the office? I need your help.

Charlie: Dean! I heard you quit! What happened?

Dean: The short story? I met someone. I’ll fill you in later. I need your help now.

Charlie: What’s up?

Dean: I need you to hack into a client’s file.  Can you do that?

Charlie: Is that all? I thought you were going to ask for something hard.

Dean: CAN YOU?

Charlie: Seriously? Of course I can. Who?

Dean: Y/L/N, Y/F/N

Charlie: Wait a minute…. She called for you and flipped out on Rachel when she told her you weren’t with the company anymore.  Is it her?

Dean: Yes

Charlie: OMG

Dean: I need her emergency contact please

Charlie: Is everything okay?

Dean: I don’t know. I’m at the hospital.

A minute later, Charlie texted me Y/N’s sister’s full name and her phone number.  I thanked her and promised I’d explain everything as soon as I could.  No one had been out to talk to me yet so I decided the best thing to do was call her sister.

She must have lived nearby because she was flying through the ER doors less than ten minutes later.  She looked frantic. I knew she recognized me from Harvelle’s because she came right over as soon as she saw me. “Dean? What happened? Where’s Y/N? How did you get my number?”

I motioned for her to sit down. “It’s Terri, right?” She nodded. “Which question do you want answered first?”

“What happened to my sister?” she said immediately.

“She left me a voicemail asking me to come over right away.  She said it was an emergency.    When I got to her place, the door was unlocked, and I found her unconscious on the floor.  She was burning up.  So I brought her here.  When we got here she had some kind of seizure or something. They took her away.  I got her emergency contact info from work and called you.”  I knew I was treading on thin ice here, but I wasn’t gonna lie.

“She’s not in heat, is she?” Terri snapped at me, arms crossed, and eyes shooting daggers. She looked just like Y/N when she was angry.   “You know with her condition she has to keep her heats under control or those sudden fevers can kill her, right?  So have you finally gotten your head out of your ass and told Y/N that you’re in love with her yet?”

I stared at her in surprise.  She wasn’t pulling any punches.  “Is it that obvious?” I asked with an embarrassed smile.

“I have eyes, Dean. I saw the way you were looking at her at Harvelles.”

My smile faded when her words finally registered, and I grabbed her arm. “Wait a minute….What did you just say? What condition? What fevers? Am I missing something?”

Terri gave a short bark of laughter and rolled her eyes towards the ceiling. “Let me guess.  My stubborn, pig-headed sister didn’t tell you, did she?”

“Tell me what?” I demanded, my voice sharp with frustration.

“Believe me, Dean, I would LOVE to enlighten you, but it’s just not my story to tell,” Terri said mysteriously, and before I could press her for an answer, a nurse came out to talk to us.

“Who is with Miss Y/L/N?” she asked, looking up from her clipboard. Terri and I stood up. “Can you come with me please?”

As we walked over to the door, Terri whispered to me, “Let me do the talking.”

“And you are?” the nurse asked, looking up at her through lowered lashes.

Terri immediately spoke up. “I am Y/N’s sister.  And this is her boyfriend.  Is she okay? Can we see her?”

I try not to let my surprise show at hearing Terri call me Y/N’s boyfriend.  But I got why she was doing it.  They might not let me see her otherwise.  The nurse walked us through the curtained bays of the ER, and in the very last bed, was Y/N. She was awake,  and her cheeks had some color in them.  She looked very upset, but then she saw me, and her whole body relaxed, and she smiled.  “Dean, you’re here,” she whispered.

I was so relieved to see her awake.  Every muscle was screaming at me to go to her. I took a step in her direction, but then the doctor came over and introduced himself and we did the same. “I’ve been reading over your chart, Miss Y/N.  I see you have had multiple hospitalizations for complications from Turner-Singer, is that correct?”

I was listening to the doctor, but my eyes were on Y/N. “Yes,” she answered softly. Turner-Singer? I had never heard of that. Could that be the “condition” Terri was referring to?

Y/N

My eyes flew to Dean when the doctor mentioned my condition out loud.  He looked so confused.  This was not how I wanted him to find out, but there was nothing I could do about it at the moment. He wasn’t saying anything, and he was just looking at me, and I didn’t know what he was thinking. I just wanted him to hold me, and tell me we were okay.

The doctor was writing notes in my chart as he was talking, and not really looking at me; I hate when they do that. “I would like to keep you overnight for observation, Y/N.  Your heat starting caused your temperature to rise very quickly, and you had a febrile seizure.  We brought your temperature down, but…..”

“No,” I interrupted, “I’m not staying. I want to go home.”

This finally made him look up, his thick eyebrows raising almost into his hairline. The corners of his lips twitched in displeasure. “I don’t think that is a good idea.”

“Dammit, Y/N, don’t be difficult!” Terri snapped at me, leaning on my bed with one hand. “Do what the doctor says!”

“T, I don’t need a hospital.  I….I just need Dean,” I admitted, the flush in my cheeks having nothing to do with my fever. My sister stepped back, a multitude of emotions crossing her face, from surprise to happiness.

Dean finally spoke. “Can you guys give us a minute, please?”

“Of course,” the doctor replied, and he and Terri left us alone.

As soon as they were gone, Dean came over to me and took my hand.  “Look, Dean, I know you have a lot of questions.  I know I should have told you. I don’t really have a good reason for why I didn’t but…..”

My words were cut off as his lips covered mine, and he cradled my face in his hands as he kissed me hard.  My hands immediately came up around his neck as I deepened the kiss. I couldn’t stop the low moan that escaped my lips as my body responded to his scent.  He pulled away from me, breathing hard.  “I got your message,”  he growled in my ear, the sound of it sending shivers along my skin.  “I love you too.”

He stood back and pushed the curtain open, waving the doctor and Terri back.  I stared Terri down. “Dean’s taking me home.”

She threw up her hands in defeat.  “Fine, whatever.”

As the doctor wrote out my discharge instructions, he commented to Dean,  “Your Omega is a very stubborn young woman, isn’t she?”

“Yeah, she sure is,” Dean replied with a smirk.  His Omega.

Our eyes met, and I felt the heat in his gaze.   I know there is so much between us that is undecided, but all I can think about is how much I want him. We’ll figure the rest out.

Part 6.5

I ponder this for a moment.  “One kiss?”

“We can start with one,” he says noncommittally.

“Okay.  Deal.”

The surprise on his face is evident as his knot loosens and I slip out of the bed and into the bathroom.  He clearly never expected me to agree. But one kiss is worth the price of knowing a little more about what makes Dean tick.

When I come back, he is already dressed as usual and sitting on the bed.  I come back and slide in next to him.  “Do I have to kiss you before you will answer my question?” I ask in an irritated voice.

He grins at me. “You drive a hard bargain, Y/N.  I’ll use my kiss when I come back, but I’ll answer your question now.  Sound fair? So you want to know why I do this? Why I work for Alpha4?”

“Yes.”  I can’t believe I won this easily.

“Two reasons,” he begins.

“Are you gonna tell me both?” I question him.

“For two kisses, I will,” he says with a smug grin, and I realize at that moment I have just been played.

“You sir, are a con artist!” I snap.

Dean gives me a toothy, faux-innocent smile.  “Do you wanna know or not?”

“Fine,” I huff angrily, all too aware that I sound like a child. He keeps grinning and I feel an odd mixture of irritation and lust in my belly.

“First reason:  I have a younger brother named Sam.  He’s in college and this is what pays his tuition.  Second reason: I’m a mechanic by trade, and I’m saving up to buy the garage where I used to work.  I don’t plan on doin’ this forever, Y/N.  This is just the means to an end. Satisfied?”

I can tell he is uncomfortable talking about himself, and our dynamic has shifted slightly.  “For now,” I say with a hint of a smile.

He doesn’t say anything for a few seconds. When his demeanor shifts and he moves suddenly, my stomach drops. “I have to go. I have another appointment,” He tells me as he stands up, and my smile fades. “I’ll be back in eight hours.”

“Can you make sure you shower afterward?  I don’t like it when you come here smelling like another Omega,” I bite out, unable to focus my gaze on him when I hear the jealousy in my voice.

“Yes, Ma’am!” he replies cheekily. “Don’t worry, Y/N. I’ll have plenty left for you. I just phone it in with her.”

There’s no way for me to tell if he’s joking, and I wonder if he’s phoning it in with me too. “I didn’t need to know that, Dean,” I say in a low voice, trying to conceal my irritation.

“But you wanted to,” Dean says, giving me a smirk as he walks out of the bedroom.

When he returns eight hours later I am practically crawling out of my skin, I need him so badly.  I notice his hair is wet and he has changed and all I smell is his delicious apple pie scent.  He is barely in the door when I am tugging on his hand and pulling him towards the bedroom.

I yank off my clothes impatiently and start to get on the bed when I feel his hand on my arm. “Lay on your back this time,” he orders.

“What? Why?” I immediately respond, my eyes darting to his in surprise.

“Do it, Omega. I want the kiss you owe me.”

I lay down on the bed, enjoying the glorious sight of Dean taking off the rest of his clothes. He really is beautiful. The bed dips as he lays on his side facing me, his hand tracing down my hip to my waist, dipping between my legs.

He runs a finger through the slick already gathered on my thighs, and slips the digit into his mouth, those plump lips of his licking it clean.  “You taste so good, Y/N,” he murmurs, and I moan softly.

“Need you, Dean,” I whimper.

“I know you do, baby. But you made a deal fair and square, and I mean to collect,” he says, his low voice full of intent. I can barely breathe with the anticipation of having those plush lips against mine. I close my eyes because I don’t want him to see how much I want this.

And I gasp when I feel Dean’s lips at the junction of my thighs, his big hands gripping a thigh in each hand as he holds my legs apart.  He buries his tongue deep in me, his mouth latching onto my clit and sucking hard.  

The sudden and intense pleasure makes my spine go rigid and my hands grab the sheets, twisting them into knots. It’s almost more than I can take, but he is relentless.  I come hard, sobbing his name, and he tongues me through my orgasm until I am so sensitive I beg him to stop and he lets me go.

“What….the…..fuck….was that?” I manage to gasp when I am finally able to speak again. “You tricked me!”

He just shrugs, his lips shiny with my sIick. “I never specified where I was going to kiss you, did I?”

“Fine. So let’s clarify,” I say shortly, so furious I can barely speak. “The other one must be a regular kiss. On my mouth. Is that clear enough?” I ask coldly; I don’t like the way I am feeling right now.  This is getting too personal, and it scares me.

“Crystal.  But I think I’ll save the other one.  You know, Y/N, you don’t have to fight me so hard,” he whispers as he reaches up and caresses my cheek, but I shove his hand away.

“I’m never going to stop fighting you. Never,” I whisper vehemently, wishing I could believe my own words.

Smiling a sad smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes, Dean reaches for his discarded clothes. The words he spoke next made me think he was in my head, too close, that this had gone too far already.

“Who are you trying to convince? Me, or yourself?”

I’m checking my reflection in the mirror for the third time when Terri walks into my bedroom. “You look great, Y/N! Would you hurry up! You’re gonna make us late!”

“I’m sorry! I’m just really nervous,” my admission was sheepish as I finished up, turning the lamp off. “I haven’t been out with an Alpha in ages.”

There’s no lie in what I’m saying. A double date with Terri, Chris and Chris’ coworker Pete; the Alpha in question.  Pete is new in town so Terri decided to fix us up - according to her, he’s a catch. We’re meeting them across town at Harvelle’s for drinks, and I’m shaking like a leaf at the thought of what I’ve agreed to.

“I have a good feeling about tonight, Sis,” Terri comments as we walk to her car. “Maybe Pete will be the one and you’ll finally have an Alpha of your own. Then you can stop using that service for good.”

“Yeah, maybe,” I say with fake enthusiasm, determined not to think about Dean tonight.

Things start off promising. Pete is tall and dark haired with pretty blue eyes. I like the look of him, and he seems to like me, and the conversation flows easily between us. I try to ignore the twinge of annoyance when he orders me a drink without even asking me what I want.

“So Pete, where are you from originally?” Terri asks him.

“St. Louis.  I was in a relationship that ended, and I wanted a fresh start, so I took the job here.”

I don’t know what prompted me to blurt this out, but I immediately say, “I’m so sorry! What happened?” Terri gives me a hard look like ‘what the fuck, Y/N’?

Pete looks down at his drink. “I wanted her to quit working after we got married like a good Omega should, and she wanted a career.”

“Like a good Omega should?” I said quietly.

Terri’s eyes got wide and she gave me a pleading look that screamed: “please don’t freak out, we are in public!”

I was about to tell Pete that he could take his “good Omega” and stick it where the sun don’t shine when I suddenly smell cinnamon and apples. It’s like a fresh breeze on a humid day, and I know; Dean is here somewhere. I start frantically scanning the room for him when I hear his voice behind me. “Hey, Y/N.”

Whirling around with a stumble, I shriek his name a little louder than I should have.  “Dean!”  He’s with another man, even taller than him, younger with longer hair and a kind smile. There’s a resemblance there - is this the brother?

“Introduce us to your friend, Y/N,” Terri interjects, giving Dean a big smile and a look that tells me there will be an interrogation later.

“Um, Dean.  This is my sister, Terri, and her boyfriend Chris.  And this…this is Pete.” It’s always smooth to add your date almost as an afterthought.  “This is my” gigalo…. Fuck buddy….casual sex partner… “…my friend, Dean.”

“Her date,” Pete interjects, locking eyes with the other Alpha, and I swear Dean growls at him under his breath.

“This is my brother Sam.  It’s nice to meet you all.  Sorry to interrupt.”  Dean tears his eyes from Pete’s and gives me a long look that makes me shiver.  “It’s nice to see you, Y/N.  I’ll let you get back to your DATE.”  He doesn’t move until Sam yanks his arm and they walk away.

Shortly afterward I fake a headache and end the night early.  Pete seems disappointed, but know he is looking for an Omega to sit home and wait on him and have his pups “like a good Omega should”.

I’m very quiet during the drive home. And Terri can’t help herself. “So, how do you know Dean? I would have remembered you mentioning being friends with an Alpha who looks like THAT,” she commented.

My heart is pounding in my chest; I have never been able to lie to my sister, and I knew this time would be no different.  “I….We…Well….. I don’t want to talk about Dean,” I stammer, blushing scarlet and avoiding her eyes like she was Medusa.

Terri has always been way too smart for her own good. “Wait……You only act like this around guys you….Oh my god, Y/N! Have you SLEPT with him? You have, haven’t you?”

“I…What? Shut Up!” I try to laugh her off, but it sounds fake even to my own ears.

“If you were sleeping with a hot Alpha like him, then you wouldn’t need that service……”  I see the exact moment when she puts two and two together and figures it out.  I immediately burst into tears, sobbing so hard she pulls over.

Her arms are around me before I can say anything, and she knows my secret. “Oh, Sis.  This is so screwed up.  Have you fallen for him?  What are you going to do?” she asks, pulling back and looking me in my swollen and red eyes.

What could I do?

I sob harder.

(Part 4)