#sub!omega

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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