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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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I surfaced from sleep with the scent of Alpha so heavy in the air I could taste him on my tongue.  Groaning at the sensation of warm, wet lips pulling against my neck, I dragged my hands over his ass, grinding into Dean’s morning hard-on.

“God, Y/N, if you don’t stop that I am going to claim you right now.” He growled in my ear in a ragged voice.

“Would that be so bad?” I panted.

“Remember what your sister said,” he told me in a regretful voice while at the same moment unclasping my bra with one hand. Talk about mixed messages! My brain grew foggy with endorphins as I struggled to remember just what Terri HAD said.

I gasped as Dean’s big hand closed over my breast. “Ahhh, right there, Dean!”

But he was right.  This was part of our problem.  If I didn’t stop this now, hours later I would wake up under him, and we would be no better off then we were before.  It was time for that talk. When I pushed hard against his chest he let me go with a look of surprise.

I untangled myself from Dean and hugged my knees to my chest as I took a deep breath, gathering my courage.  He didn’t speak, he just laid his hand on my knee, waiting expectantly.

“I have something called Turner-Singer Syndrome,” I began. “That’s how I wound up at Alpha4.”  Once I started, the floodgates opened and I couldn’t seem to stop.

I told him how the specialist who had diagnosed me recommended hiring an Alpha to keep my heats in check.  “Being forced into this situation really pissed me off.  And you got the brunt of it,” I explained with a quiet voice, guilt making my eyes sting.  “I’m sorry for that.”

“So that’s why you were so hostile in the beginning,” he commented. “Don’t sweat it, sweetheart. I have a pretty thick skin.” There was a lopsided grin on his face that radiated warmth, and I felt relief that he was taking it so well.

“Yeah. I felt pretty powerless. And you were far too smug for my liking,” I told him with a hint of a smile tugging at my lips.

“Don’t let my cool exterior fool you,” he said, his grin widening. “You threw me for quite a loop. I kept thinking about you long after I’d left you. It got to the point where I began to resent the time I had to spend with other clients.”

“Really?” I exclaimed, unable to keep the delight out of my voice.

Dean chuckled, his hand squeezing my knee, his body leaning into mine a bit more. “The idea of being with another Omega makes me sick, Y/N. That’s why I finally gave my notice at Alpha4. I just couldn’t do it anymore.”

“I used to imagine you with them. I was so jealous I wanted to rip their throats out,” I admitted in a low voice, running my hand up his arm.  “I got hysterical when they wanted to send me another Alpha.”

“I need to tell you something,” he began. “I saved enough money to buy the garage. I signed the papers three days ago.” Dean looked at me nervously, waiting for my reaction.

I threw my arms around his neck, hugging him hard. “Dean, that’s wonderful! I’m so excited for you!” Something crossed my mind and I deflated a little.  “What about Sam?”

He sighed. “I have enough saved that he can finish out the year, but if you I are going to work, I need to come clean with him…..About you, about Alpha4, about everything. I’m meeting him for lunch.”

I nodded in agreement.  “Do you want me to come for moral support?” I asked tentatively.

“As much as I would love to have you there, I think it’s best if I do this on my own.  You understand, right?”

You nodded in understanding, before looking at him curiously. “Of course. How do you think he’ll respond?”

He shrugged, his eyes not quite meeting mine. “I’m not sure. This is gonna be a lot for him to take in.”

I laid my head on his shoulder. “At the end of the day you’re still family. Family messes up sometimes.”

“I hope Sammy sees it that way,” Dean muttered glumly.

“So where does that leave us?” I whispered, tentative about the question.

Dean leaned in a little more, brushing my hair out of my face.  Our eyes met, and I saw the emotion brimming in them. “As far as I’m concerned, Omega, I don’t plan on leaving you long enough for you to ever need to hire an Alpha again.”

“I love you,” I whispered before I leaned in to kiss him - just a gentle brush of my lips against his at first, but with the promise of so much more.

He pressed his forehead against mine, and closed his eyes, just savoring the moment. “I wanna take you out tonight, like for dinner,” he whispered.

“You mean a date?” I replied with a silly grin. “We’ve had sex how many times and NOW you want to take me on our first date?” There’s a teasing glint in my eyes, and he notices it, shrugging.

“Yeah, It’s a little backward, I get it. You in or what?” he asked.

“Oh I am so in,” I replied, enthusiastically despite the less than romantic proposal.

“I’ll pick you up at seven.  Wear something nice,” Dean requested, leaning in to bestow a chaste kiss on my cheek before jumping out of the bed.

Part 7

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)