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  His eyes traveled back up to the alpha’s face, staring at the man’s wide jaw and sharp cheekbones. The handsome face coupled with the rock hard body made the alpha almost ridiculously attractive. Derek looked like he’d stepped right out of an action movie. He was the ideal physical specimen. The ideal alpha.

  Scott licked his lips, staring at the alpha’s wide mouth, remembering what it had felt like to have Derek’s sharp teeth digging into his shoulder. He reached his hand up to his neck, tracing his fingers down over the scar, shuddering and jerking in surprise when his ass clenched and he could feel the sheets under his ass get wet.

  Slick.

  Something hot curled low in Scott’s belly, his mouth filling with drool as he tried to clench his ass shut. It was no use. His cock was growing steadily harder, his whole body coming alive with want. Derek was still sleeping, and before he knew that he was going to do it Scott made a small noise, hoping to wake him up.

  It didn’t work. Derek was breathing evenly, chest rising and falling calmly despite the state of his cock. Scott whined, wanting to go to his alpha. He slipped out of bed, startled when he felt a sharp pain. He looked down and saw that the IV was half ripped out of his hand. He slid it all the way out. He was bleeding, but he didn’t care. The lure of his alpha was too strong to ignore.

  He scurried across the short distance between their beds, crawling up and draping himself over his alpha, tucking his head under Derek’s chin. Derek’s chest was wide and hard underneath his head, his mouth just inches away from the alpha’s flat little nipple. Scott, unable to help himself, put his mouth over the pink nub, sucking on it hungrily. The feel of the nipple between his lips had Scott’s cock leaking almost as much as his hole, drenching the sheet covering Derek's body with slick and pre-cum.

  Scott could feel Derek’s erection pressing up against his stomach, but no matter how much he wanted the powerful cock inside of him, he wanted to be fucked. Taken. Derek needed to be awake to claim him, and until then all Scott could do was inhale his alpha’s scent and bathe his body with his tongue.

  Scott stopped sucking on Derek’s nipple, realizing with a start that just because he couldn’t be fucked by his alpha, didn’t mean that he couldn't suck his perfect cock. Moving with desperate frenzy Scott crawled down Derek’s body, his ass in the alpha’s face, and tore the sheet off his body.

  Derek’s cock was magnificent. Ten inches, angry and hard, veins running up the sides leading to a thick mushroom-shaped head. Scott wanted to worship it. Tentatively, reverently, he leaned down and touched the swollen tip with his tongue. The taste—sweat and musk and salty pre-cum—was delicious, making him shudder in pleasure. He dove back down, licking and sucking the huge cock, working his way down the shaft and over the fat base of his knot. Scott grew more and more desperate, losing himself in the pleasure of Derek’s body, pushing down to lick between his alpha’s cheeks and into his ass before moving back up, this time parting his lips wide and taking as much of the cock deep into his mouth as he could. He bobbed his head up and down, not caring when the cock poked the back of his throat and made him choke, drool running down and coating his alpha’s balls and crotch.

  Scott got so lost in the pleasure of his task that when a large palm came to rest on the back of his head, pushing him down further, he thought nothing of it.

  ***

  The last thing Derek remembered was being shot by the paramedic, then suddenly he was waking up with the scent of his omega’s slick just inches away, a hot mouth working his cock with more enthusiasm and joy than anyone had ever shown it. Still groggy, he grabbed the head going down on him, pushing it even further down on his raging erection. The sound of choked gagging filled his ears, but the body giving him such pleasure didn’t fight him at all.

  “What?” he mumbled, fog lifting from his mind as he realized that his omega was in bed with him and clearly going into heat. Heart racing, Derek pulled the boy off his cock, eliciting a mournful howl, and flipped him down onto his belly—straddling him and lining up his cock with the slick entrance before pushing into the boy’s virgin hole with one brutal thrust.

  The boy screamed, clutching at the sheets and pushing his ass up as he mumbled incoherently. Derek ignored him, fucking into him like his life depended on it.

  Thrusting hard, Derek lost himself in his omega’s body, pounding into him and dominating him completely. When he started to come, grunting and slamming home with a powerful thrust as his knot expanded, Derek opened his jaw wide and bit down on the boy’s neck.

  The mix of pain and pleasure, knot stretching his hole and plugging it tight, had the omega convulsing in an orgasm of his own, clenching down even harder on Derek's knot and intensifying the feeling of his balls emptying their load deep into his omega.

  Derek let the omega take his weight, curling his arms around the boy’s neck and holding him tight. He kissed and mouthed at the boy’s neck, licking the salty skin and scraping it gently with his teeth. He couldn't leave the scarred-over mark of his bite alone. He traced the raised ridges of pink flesh with his tongue, enjoying the way his omega shivered and clenched down on his knot at the reminder of his ownership.

  “What’s your name?” he asked once his knot had been buried for about half an hour, feeling more and more in control of his instincts.

  “Scott,” the boy under him answered, voice breathy, as though speaking were an effort.

  “Call me alpha,” Derek ordered, possessive and hot.

  “Yes, alpha,” Scott answered right away, sweet and submissive.

  “Good boy,” Derek praised him, biting down on his mark, licking the skin between his teeth with his rough tongue. Scott shuddered, body tensing as another orgasm was ripped from his balls, crying out with a needy moan, “Alpha!”

  “You like that, omega? Taking my knot like a good boy, breeding your tight hole so full. My omega.” Derek growled into Scott’s ear, arms curled around his neck, knot still as engorged and hard as when it first expanded. He wondered how long it would last, not caring if it went on forever. It just felt too good.

  Tied together, Scott’s hole milking his cock of every drop, knot keeping it all inside, Derek closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

  ***

  Scott woke up in the middle of the night, his whole body feeling sore, his sticky thighs and aching hole a vibrant reminder of the previous night. His new alpha, Derek, was curled around him, arm heavy over his waist, thigh thrown over his legs, pinning him to the bed. He had to pee, he was too hot, and Derek was snoring. There was no way he’d be able to go back to sleep. Looking around he could see only one exit, but he knew there must be a bathroom somewhere nearby.

  He squirmed out from underneath Derek’s heavy body, the alpha frowning in his sleep as Scott slipped quietly away. He made it to the door when he was pushed to his knees, crashing to the floor as a huge weight smashed into his back.

  Heart hammering, Scott listened as Derek crouched over him, trapping him beneath his hulking body as he growled angrily into Scott’s face.

  “What are you doing?” Derek demanded, pulling Scott up and pinning him to his chest. Scott could barely breathe, the grip around his torso and arms so tight. Derek carted him back to bed and lay them both down, not easing his grip on Scott in the slightest once he had them spooning.

  “I have to go to the bathroom,” Scott said, as Derek buried his nose in Scott’s neck and huffed in his scent. Scott squirmed when the alpha’s hand came to rest over his bladder, pushing down gently, as though he was testing the honesty of Scott’s claim.

  “In the morning,” he said, shifting his body, pulling Scott’s back to his chest and tucking his head under his chin. He lifted his leg, using it to pin Scott’s lower body to the bed. Scott couldn't believe it.

  “I have to pee!”

  Derek didn’t answer, but instead clamped a meaty palm over Scott’s face, cupping his jaw and holding his mouth shut. Scott couldn’t believe it, but when he tried to struggle Derek l
et out a menacing growl that had the omega in him cowering in fear.

  Scott stilled, trying to go back to sleep, wondering if Derek was just teaching him some kind of weird lesson before letting him go to the bathroom. But Derek wasn’t. The muscular alpha was breathing deeply, nose buried in Scott’s hair, once again sleeping heavily. Scott couldn’t believe it. He was so mad he could burst. When he tried to wriggle out of Derek’s grip again, the alpha tightened his hold, curling his body so that his chest and hips were on top of Scott, making it impossible to move.

  Bladder full to bursting, Scott tried to fall back asleep.

  ***

  Derek woke up slowly, warmth curling in his stomach, feeling inexplicably happy. When he remembered that he had bonded with an omega—biting and knotting him, and thus sealing their fates—he grimaced. Derek had never wanted to be saddled with an omega, much less a teenage brat. God only knew how much discipline the boy would require.

  A few seconds after waking up Derek realized that Scott was awake as well, lying tense in his arms. Feeling awkward and needing to piss like a racehorse, Derek released the omega from his embrace and hopped out of the bed. He stretched, his whole body feeling amazing. His cock was sticky and dirty with Scott’s slick and his own cum, and his balls felt drained in a way they never had before, but it wasn’t a bad feeling.

  “Get up, Scott. I’ve got to piss,” he said to the omega still lying in bed, his back to him and looking tense. Derek hoped he wouldn’t have to deal with any attitude first thing in the morning. He felt great, but that didn’t mean he would let anything slide. Scott was his omega. Derek would accept nothing but good manners, submission, and obedience, or there would be punishment. Derek had no intentions of being a soft alpha, and though he knew it would create even more problems with his family, he had every intention of keeping the boy leashed and collared.

  Scott turned around stiffly, crawling out of the bed with a wince. He reached back to touch his ass, hissing when his fingers found his hole.

  “Sore?” Derek asked with a laugh. Scott’s expression was mutinous. “Turn over and let me see.”

  Scott obeyed, bending over the bed and showing Derek his hole. Derek pulled his cheeks apart, exposing his puffy rim and well-used hole. It was angry and red, but there was no tearing or damage. Derek’s cock hardened as he traced the rim, finger slipping inside and making Scott bite his teeth as he hissed in pain.

  “Looks okay, Scott. Now be a good boy and come with me.”

  Derek took Scott by the wrist and marched out of the room. They were both naked, but Derek didn’t expect to see anyone. They were in the mating rooms at the local hospital, and nobody would come for them until Derek called them.

  Derek found the bathroom without incident, standing over the toilet and pissing as Scott stood by and waited.

  “You need to go?” he asked, stepping away and turning on the shower.

  “No.” Scott was looking at the floor, sounding sullen and angry. Derek felt anger bubbling up inside of him. He puffed out his chest and stood up tall, crowding into Scott’s space.

  “I don’t tolerate attitude, Scott. And I thought I told you to call me alpha?” Derek felt like a god, Scott small and powerless before him. It was an intoxicating feeling. That there were alphas who shunned this feeling, this superiority, was beyond his understanding.

  “Yes, alpha,” Scott replied, the attitude replaced with something small and timid. Derek grinned, stepping further into Scott’s space, chest bumping into the boy’s forehead.

  “So what’s the problem?” Derek asked, voice hard and mean. He was feeling almost high.

  Scott startled him by starting to cry, turning his head and hiding his face in the crook of his elbow. Derek stepped back, the smug feeling of dominating his omega vanishing, replaced by confusion.

  “What’s wrong?” he asked, feeling belligerent. He didn’t know why Scott was crying, and that bothered him more than he cared to admit.

  “You made me wet the bed,” Scott cried, snot dripping from his nose as he turned to face the wall.

  “No I didn’t!” Derek protested angrily, furious that Scott would accuse him of something he hadn’t done.

  “Y-Yes you did! You said I had to hold it until the morning, but that was too long and I wet myself!”

  Derek could vaguely remember getting up in the night and bringing Scott back into bed, but it felt more like a dream.

  “Stop crying!” he demanded, feeling guilty. He might have told Scott to hold it, but Scott should have told him if he couldn’t. “And I told you to call me alpha. From now on it’s ten licks with the belt for every time you forget, do you understand?”

  Scott didn’t reply, standing with his body to the wall, face still hidden in his arm. Derek grabbed him, spinning him around and holding him with a cruel grip on his neck.

  “Do you fucking understand?!”

  “Yes, alpha,” Scott replied, looking down.

  Stepping back, Derek couldn’t help but feel that things had gotten away from him. He wanted to be firm with his omega, not cruel. He didn’t want the boy to fear him. Feeling like an ass, he forced himself to calm down.

  “I’m sorry I told you to hold it. That was wrong of me. But I do expect you to be respectful and to call me alpha when you talk to me. Okay?”

  “Yes, alpha.” Scott had stopped crying, but his shoulders were hunched and he was looking at the floor. Derek shook his head. He would be firm with Scott, but he was confident that he would be a good alpha. Scott was an omega. Routine, rules, and clear expectations—with firm and consistent discipline—would have Scott feeling content and happy in no time. Derek was sure of it.

  ***

  Scott showered with Derek, the big alpha soaping him up and cleaning him off with firm hands, gently washing him between his legs and up his crack, the soap stinging and making him jump when it came into contact with his sore entrance.

  “That’s good,” Derek said, voice deep and needy when Scott returned the favor, hands soaping up and cleaning off the alpha’s huge balls and massive cock. The feel of him in his hand was amazing, and though Scott might have been saddled with an alpha supremacist asshole, at least he was hot.

  “You want to blow me?” Derek asked when he’d finished rinsing him off. His eyes were hot and knowing when they looked down at Scott, who was sitting between his knees with a hungry look on his face. Scott blushed, realizing that he’d been staring. He nodded his head, his alpha’s clean skin beckoning. He might despise Derek as a person, but his instincts were screaming at him to please the older man.

  “Hold my balls in your hand and take the head of my cock in your mouth,” Derek ordered, spreading his legs a little, huge feet planted on either side of Scott’s body.

  His balls hung low in his loose sac, full of cum, cock standing erect and huge. Scott licked his lips, cupping his alpha’s balls in his hands and rolling them in their sac. They were hard and smooth, the skin around them loose and inviting. Scott rose up on his knees a little, catching Derek’s cock in his mouth, pulling his lips over his teeth and letting the huge cock slide over his tongue. Silky and soft, but hard as steel underneath, Scott closed his lips over the magnificent member and sucked. Derek’s hips stuttered, pushing his cock deeper, and the alpha curled his big fingers in Scott’s hair, holding him tight.

  “Fuck, you’ve got a hot little mouth!”

  Scott felt himself flush, pleased with his alpha’s dirty words, and pushed his head down further to try and take more. He gagged and tried to pull back, but Derek held him still.

  “You can do it, Scott. Just relax your throat and take it.”

  Derek’s voice was deep and demanding, confident and in control. Scott did as instructed, relaxing his throat and letting Derek slide his huge length down past his tonsils and into his throat. He could feel the cock filling him up, the knot at the base pushing his lips impossibly wide once Derek managed to push all ten inches of meat down his throat.

  “
Such a good boy, Scott. So good for me! Taking my cock down your hatch like a good little cunt!” Derek pulled out slightly, aggressively slamming back in. Scott let go of Derek’s balls, steadying himself on the alpha’s muscular thigh.

  “Play with my balls, Scott. I didn’t say you could stop!” Derek gritted out, fucking into Scott’s mouth with his huge cock.

  Scott let go of Derek’s thighs, once again taking his huge balls in his hands. It was hard to keep his balance, but Derek’s grip on his head was firm and unforgiving, and he didn’t fall. He could feel Derek’s balls tighten just as Derek pulled out of his throat, letting him breathe, blasting his face with spurt after spurt of gushing hot cum. Scott opened his mouth, greedily swallowing what cum he could, closing his eyes and letting Derek paint his face white. It felt good, his throat raw and used, with Derek’s pleased grunts making his inner omega croon with happiness.

  “Good boy. Now clean your face. I think it’s time we got going.”

  Scott blinked, cum catching on his lashes, Derek’s words taking a moment to sink in. The alpha stepped to the side, the spray of water no longer blocked by his back and hitting Scott full on. Scott was hard as a rock, his six inches of cock erect and ready to cum, but Derek ignored it. As he turned his face to the spray, Scott grabbed a hold of his cock and started jerking it as Derek’s cum was washed off his face. He could still taste his alpha’s seed, could feel the echo of him in his throat, and as he jerked himself off he could feel his balls getting ready to come.

  Derek grabbed his wrist, stopping him from jerking off any more. Scott turned to him, a confused look on his face. He was so close, and Derek’s stopping him was unwelcome and irritating.

  “Only on my knot,” Derek said, voice commanding and serious. Scott blinked, taking a moment to understand. When he did, he blanched.

  “But alpha, I—”

  “Only. On. My. Knot.” Derek growled, yanking him out of the shower and pulling him into a wet embrace. Scott didn’t reply right away, feeling mutinous.