#crazyforsims

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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