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Sam might have lost his damn mind. Maybe. Possibly. Okay, it was, in all likelihood, a high probability event. Like 99.99% or some such shit. That was the only logical explanation he could find for why he was standing by the bar, with slick slowly sliding down his inner thigh, his heart pounding like a drum in his chest, and the raging desire to lick every single inch of skin that covered the Alpha he had just met.
The Alpha, or Jay as the bartender had called him, was big. Fucking huge honestly. Shoulders so goddamn broad that Sam’s leaking ass almost sighed with joy. In a perfect world, the Alpha who sat before him would be proportional, and since he was easily just as tall as Sam, if not a little bit taller, that would mean that Sam had hit the metaphorical jackpot. Possibly also the real jackpot, assuming that Jay could be convinced to make their union permanent.
Slow the fuck down. We still haven’t even seen the goods. What if he isn’t hiding a monster cock in those jeans?
Sam usually listened to his inner Omega, because more often than not, they were the voice of reason pulling him back from the brink. But as of this moment, he feared that they might be drunk. Or that they’d gone insane. Because how could the straining bulge that was trying it’s damnedest to escape his jeans be anything but the mere beginnings of an erection that Sam would gladly worship for the rest of his life?
“Hey.” And fuck! Why did he have to sound so fucking breathless?
“Right back at ya.” The Alpha said with a bright smile, which was a nice change of pace, because Sam might have actually burst into flames if he’d been given a look full of smoldering intent. He extended his hand, offering a handshake of all things, and it was then that Sam knew he needed to lock his shit down because he would not miss out on the opportunity to be with an Alpha that might treat him like an Omega who was worthy of respect.
“Wanna take a seat?” The Alpha asked, his silky-smooth baritone sliding down Sam’s spine and taking root in his belly. The squeak that accompanied the fresh burst of slick gave Sam some insight into how he wanted the rest of the evening to go. But he had no idea how to accomplish the task without sounding like the sluttiest slut to ever slut it up.
But the Omega Goddess must have been looking out for Sam, because the Alpha took off his jacket, and placed it over the seat of the stool next to him, with the silk lining facing out. Sam was so addled that it took him a moment to realize the Alpha must have known what was going on inside Sam’s pants, and that if Sam were to sit down, he would ruin the bar’s upholstery, while also proclaiming without words that he wanted Sam to mark his jacket. To coat the inside with Sam’s uniquely scented slick so that he couldn’t possibly be forgotten.
The revelation left Sam moving on shaky legs, to take the offered seat, and he blindly grabbed for the beer that was slid in front of him by the bartender. The ice-cold drink did little to quell the flames that were raging deep inside of him. “Thank you,” Sam murmured once he’d swallowed down half the bottle and thought that he might be able to get coherent statements out once more.
“You’re welcome.” The Alpha replied, “I’m Jared by the way. It’s nice to meet you.”
“I thought Benny called you Jay?” Sam stated in a questioning tone, because Sam needed his confusion to be dealt with, because he was getting too far along to have to backtrack now. And he didn’t want to, not at all. What he wanted to do was drop down to his knees, in front of the Goddess and everyone, and start mouthing at the bulge that had only gotten bigger in the past minute. Just soak those jeans with his drool, until the Alpha was forced to bend Sam over the bar and have his way with the rowdy Omega.
“Oh, he did. It’s my nickname.” Jared said with a smile that caused Sam’s heart to skip a beat. Dimples? Did his Alpha have dimples?
For fucks sake? YOURS? Did you just say that he’s yours? Sam’s inner Omega practically screeched the questions inside his head.
Sam chose to ignore the outrage that was slowly brewing inside him, because he knew what he wanted. He’d spent his entire life going without. No mother, no home – unless you count the backseat of the Impala, no attachments, no stability. Sam had lost what little was left of his family when he had decided to seek out a higher education. He’d effectively orphaned himself by seeking a better life.
Sam wasn’t going to lose what he’d just found. Not this fucking time. Sam barely knew more than the Alpha’s name, his preferred nickname, and his wonderfully intoxicating scent. But still, this Alpha had already demonstrated that he had manners and that he respected Omega’s, and those two facts counted for a whole hell of a lot.
“It’s nice to meet you, Jared.” Sam managed to get out before he was forced to take another drink, so that he might quench his suddenly parched throat.
“So, what brings you here tonight?” Jared asked, before he took a drink of his own beer and Sam was treated to the incredible sight of his head thrown back, his long neck stretched out, and the muscles beneath moving so sensually with every swallow.
Sam was forced to convulsively swallow, lest he flood the bar top, like he was currently flooding his pants, and by default, Jared’s jacket. Sam was still staring, absolutely mesmerized, when Jared lowered the bottle and winked at him. Fucking winked! Sam could feel his face going up in flames, and a fresh gush of slick began to soak into the jacket that was either forever ruined or would be kept and treasured until the Alpha’s dying day.
Sam really hoped it was the latter. And that it was far in the future, and that Sam was by Jared’s side, and still so disgustingly in love with Jared that complete strangers passing them by would become jealous just seeing them interact with each other.
“It’s my birthday. I was just looking for a good time.” The blush devoured every single inch of Sam’s exposed skin, plus a few inches that were covered by his best clothes, which honestly, weren’t all that great. But they would have to do.
“Well, happy birthday!” Jared exclaimed and raised his fresh beer in a toast. “How old are you?”
“Twenty-one,” Sam replied, even as he clinked their beer bottles together.
“And an amazing Omega like you is still single? How does that happen?” Jared asked quietly.
Sam appreciated Jared’s discretion. Most Alpha’s would have raised a fuss. Created a spectacle while they railed that Sam shouldn’t be out drinking alone, that he should be at home with his mate, caring for their children. Sam glanced up to see Jared still staring at him, clearly waiting for an answer to his question. “Um, I wanted to go to college first, before I considered settling down.”
“Really? What’s your major?”
“Pre-law. I want to be a civil rights attorney, help to level the playing field for all the Omega’s in the world.” Sam replied and then anxiously waited for Jared’s reaction. Because a lot of perceived faux paus could have been forgiven, and Sam’s behavior, which some considered to be wildly inappropriate, could have been overlooked. But for Sam to come right out and state that he would be working to make the world a better and safer place for the designation that some considered lesser or little more than a stupid animal, couldn’t possibly be overlooked.
“Why do I have the feeling that you’re going to accomplish amazing things?” Jared asked with a warm smile, his dimples on display once more, before he chuckled. “Damn, I really did hit the jackpot tonight, didn’t I?”
Sam froze. Jared seemed sincere. And Sam damn well knew what he was. And that most certainly wasn’t anyone’s idea of a prize.
“Don’t do that to yourself.” Jared softly chided, leaning closer, “You. Are. Amazing. Fine, you aren’t wearing designer clothes. I mean, am I? No. And I have the feeling you wouldn’t judge me for that.” One large hand moved to cover the one of Sam’s that was resting on the bar, “You’re out here all alone, trying to show the world that you can make something of yourself, and your plan is to help others along the way. That is selfless behavior that needs to be rewarded. And I applaud you for being strong enough to try to tackle such an endeavor.”
Sam felt the tears begin to slide down his cheeks, and he wasn’t surprised in the least when Jared gently wiped them away with the pad of his thumb. “Hey. Don’t cry. I just want to see your gorgeous smile.”
It was official. Sam wasn’t going to let Jared go. Ever. Even if he needed to chain the Alpha up for the rest of his life. No one had ever spoken to Sam like this, none of his teachers, none of his guidance counselors, and certainly no one that he cared about or loved or had made countless sacrifices for.
“Really?” Sam’s voice cracked, and the tears began to flow in earnest, a virtual torrent released from behind a recently demolished dam.
“Yeah, really.” Jared’s smile was so full of warmth and confidence, and he freely bestowed it upon an Omega that he had just proclaimed to be amazing. Sam felt lightheaded. Like he could breathe for the first time in his life.
The jukebox kicked on, and when the first notes of the song began to fill the air, Jared tugged at Sam’s hand to lead him to the dance floor. Sam hesitated, because his pants were a sticky mess, but Jared seemed to understand before Sam could say anything.
Jared stood and moved the couple of steps over, spun Sam around and helped him to stand. And it must have been the sudden change in position, right? That must be why Sam felt dizzy, because he was now face to face with an Alpha that was bigger and broader than Sam was, and Sam was huge for an Omega. And that was part of the reason that he was still alone. No Alpha wanted his Omega to tower over him. At least, not any of the ones that Sam had encountered.
Jared smiled, all sweet and assured, before he reached behind Sam, and retrieved the jacket from the seat of the stool, and proceeded to wrap it around Sam’s narrow waist, before tucking the sleeves around each other. With this simple act, Jared was helping to protect Sam’s modesty, to hide the wet patch that was rapidly spreading across the back of his jeans.
“Thank you.” Sam whispered, and Jared nodded before he grasped Sam’s smaller hand and led him across the bar. The opening chords of the song had faded, and Sam decided that he could indulge, since it was his birthday after all. He laid his head against Jared’s shoulder and moved closer, their hands still clasped, before Jared’s free hand slid around Sam’s waist and pulled him closer.
Oh, what a night
Late December back in sixty-three
What a very special time for me
As I remember, what a night
Sam swayed to the music, allowing himself to be led by Jared, who wasn’t so much dancing as simply holding Jared close. Wrapped up in a tender embrace. Until Jared pulled back slightly and crooned out the next lyrics.
I felt a rush like a rollin' ball of thunder
Spinnin' my head around and takin' my body under
Oh, what a night
Sam could feel a fresh spate of tears coming on, but Jared leaned in and kissed him before they could begin to fall. Just a gentle press of lips, nearly chaste. But the sentiment that Sam absorbed was anything but. He was pressed tight against Jared and could feel the obscene bulge that held a wicked promise that Sam could hardly wait to explore further.
The song finished up, and neither made any attempt to move apart. They stayed just like that, holding each other close, through two more slow songs. The opening chords of AC/DC’s Thunderstruck were filling the air, when Jared leaned in and whispered, “You want to get out of here?”
Sam nodded, but then reiterated, “Yes, please.”
Jared guided Sam across the bar, his arm around Sam’s back, his hand resting easy on Sam’s hip. Jared wasn’t pawing at Sam or being pushy and aggressive, merely showing the others that Sam was under his protection until such time as Sam rescinded his invitation.
The cool night air helped center Jared, until they approached the electric blue Chevrolet Camaro, and Sam felt a moment of hesitation when Jared opened the door for him. This car was well cared for, the leather seats gleamed under the fluorescent lights of the parking lot. How was Sam supposed to sit down and not ruin the interior of this classic beauty?
“Hey. Don’t worry about it. I can’t wait to be able to smell you every single time I take my car out for a spin. To remember how you look right now and feel joy when I think of what you’re going to look like soon.” Jared’s voice was sweet like honey, and he was freely drizzling it all over Sam, lulling him towards the possibility that the thought of having something more together wasn’t an insane notion dreamed up in the crazed brain of a desperate Omega.
Sam felt that little of Jared’s intent was being left to the imagination, but Jared was still being so polite and undemanding. Sam had never experienced anything like it before, and he knew he needed more.
Sam had years of experience folding his large frame up, until he was compact and could fit in spaces that had never been designed for someone of his size, so he was pleasantly surprised when the Camaro proved to be quite roomy and afforded him plenty of leg room to stretch out and get comfortable.
Jared closed the door gently, then walked around to the driver’s side and slid behind the wheel. “So, back to my place?” he asked as he turned the key in the ignition and fired up the car.
Sam felt no hesitation whatsoever, at the prospect of going back to Jared’s home, and nodded his acceptance of the request. After a lifetime of caution and vigilance, something just felt right about this moment. Like the stars had aligned and Sam was about to be rewarded for the first time in his life.
The drive to Jared’s house was quick, Sam felt like he had blinked and missed the trip. Jared parked in the garage, and was out of the car, to walk back around to the passenger side and open Sam’s door for him. And Sam just knew that that shit wasn’t going to get old.
They entered the barely lit house through the interior garage door, and Jared was surprised to see a sprawling home with an open concept design. Overstuffed couches, plush ottomans, and a single person and a half extra wide recliner. Sam’s eyes were drawn to it, and what lay beyond. A fenced in backyard with a pool. Steam was wafting up from the surface, and Sam realized that it must be heated.
A shiver raced up his spine, when he fully realized the implications. How he would look with water sluicing down his long torso, what it would feel like to be buoyant, how it would encourage a more vigorous encounter with his Alpha.
Sam’s inner Omega said nothing, remaining blessedly silent, apparently already signed up for a long-term commitment even though they still hadn’t laid their eyes on the goods. And for once in his life, Sam knew that he really didn’t care what might be lurking in Jared’s pants. Because Sam was so far beyond physical considerations by this point. Oh, he still had his preferences, of course, but with the way that Jared was treating him, Sam knew that his endowments (or lack thereof) were the very last thing that would be considered when decisions were made.
Jared seemed to think that Sam was amazing and special. Well, Sam shared that sentiment towards the Alpha. Jared was one in a million and Sam needed to see where this could go.
“Do you have any idea how gorgeous you are?” Jared’s husky words were breathed against the back of Sam’s neck, before he shifted and pressed a soft kiss against Sam’s mating gland.
Sam couldn’t control his shivers, or the low moan that escaped, he fell back, landing against a muscular chest, which left his hand reaching out, and finding the smooth skin of a naked thigh. Deft fingers were untying the borrowed jacket, allowing it to fall to the floor, before Sam felt his shirt getting untucked and unbuttoned. Fingertips trailed up, exploring every inch of his own ripped abs. Sam had never stopped his exercise regimen, because he always wanted to have a fighting chance, should he encounter an Alpha that refused to take no for an answer.
Jared seemed to appreciate what he had discovered hidden under Sam’s plain button down. “I think that you would look incredible, with the moonlight shimmering down, caressing your skin, highlighting your long lines, how graceful and elegant you would look with your body all stretched out, with your hands held high above your head, while I traced the dimples on your lower back, admiring the perfect arch-”
Whatever else Jared might have wanted to relay was lost when Sam decided that he couldn’t take another moment of being described as if he were a priceless work of art. His mouth found Jared’s, and he sank his teeth into the full lower lip of the Alpha, nipping before he pulled back, so slowly, cherishing the sigh he earned with his playful aggression.
“What am I going to do with you?” Jared asked, his warm hazel eyes locked onto Sam’s.
“Whatever you want?” The words slipped out before Sam could think better of them. But even then, as he stared back into eyes that were hauntingly familiar, he couldn’t bring himself to regret the rash words. Because Sam was serious. He would do. Anything. For Jared.
Sam had never felt as safe and secure as he did just then, so treasured and acknowledged, so… seen.
After a lifetime of being told to stay behind, to keep back, to get out of the way, lest he was hurt or injured or distracted the real hunters, Sam was reveling in the newfound joy of knowing that he wouldn’t need to do that ever again. Jared would never make Sam feel as though he were occupying space that wasn’t rightfully his. Jared would never demand that Sam make himself small or compact.
Jared was a goddamn revelation, and Sam knew that he was never going to give him up. Sam would fight to the death if he needed to, to keep a tight grasp on the best thing that had ever come into his life.
“Who was he? The one who hurt you? Who made you think you didn’t deserve happiness?” The soft words were breathed out against Sam’s neck, just before soft kisses were pressed against a few of the many scars that littered Sam’s body. Blatant evidence that he hadn’t always been fast enough or strong enough or brave enough to fight through the pain and emerge triumphant.
“Someone who can never hurt me again.” Sam whispered back, his voice shaking. The pain was still too stark, too fresh, even three years later. The night that had changed Sam’s life forever was one he would never forget, even though he wanted to, frequently prayed to be able to forget the events that had transpired and left him without a family to call his own.
“Good. I would hate to think of what I would be compelled to do to him.”
Sam turned within the circle of Jared’s arms and finally took in the complete picture of the Alpha that was about to change his life. For the better.
Jared was a couple of inches taller than Sam. While Sam’s hair was unruly and shaggy, Jared’s was neatly trimmed and combed back like it behaved for the Alpha effortlessly. Short, curling, little flippies made their presence known and helped to frame a face that might have been carved by a Renaissance artist. It was Sam’s carefully considered opinion that Michaelangelo’s David didn’t have a damn thing on Jared.
Broad shoulders that were wider than Sam’s own tapered down to a waist that Sam knew he would be wrapping his legs around, heels of his feet digging into the small of a back with a sinfully wicked curve. Jared’s legs were long and lean, but still muscular where they counted, which meant that he would be able to go for hours, until he had finally satisfied the Omega that he was gazing at with such open adoration on display.
Sam was certain that his own face mirrored the complicated mix of emotions being directed his way and he could hardly believe his turn of good luck. He’d gone out to the bar to get a drink, one cold beer on his birthday. And somehow, he’d stumbled across a miracle. An Alpha that respected him, admired him, and would always help to elevate him. And all he seemed to want from Sam in return was that Sam see himself as Jared saw him and that Sam accepted that he was worthy of what Jared wanted to give him.
Sam reached out with a trembling hand, until his fingertips could trace over taut skin, flexing against resilient muscle. He finally looked down, acknowledging the fact that he needed to know, even if the size of Jared’s cock no longer played any part of Sam’s calculations for how he planned to spend the remainder of his life, he just needed to see. What he would eventually be treated to. When he was lucky enough to come together with Jared.
Sam’s eyes went impossibly wide, and his mouth dropped open, and Jared reaching out to catch him was the only reason Sam remained on his feet.
“It’s not gonna fit.” That was the broken whisper that elicited a deep chuckle and was followed up by a ticklish kiss.
“Trust me. It’ll fit.” Jared assured, before he went down to his knees, looked up at Sam, winked, and pulled Sam’s cock from his half-open pants. Sam was shocked when Jared placed a kiss on the head and took Sam into his mouth. Sam quickly shoved his pants further down his thighs before he placed his hands on Jared’s wide shoulders, not just because he wanted to and would use any excuse to lay hands upon Jared, but because he needed to.
Jared had done this before. That much was certain. His tongue was tracing along the fat vein on the underside of Sam’s cock, before he swirled the tip of his tongue around the head of Sam’s cock and poked at the slit. Sam’s gasping cries were the only sound in the otherwise silent room. Jared cupped and massaged Sam’s balls, while he continued his pleasurable assault on his cock, before he shifted and sank one long finger into the leaking hole that would have embarrassed Sam ordinarily, but not tonight.
Jared was freely offering Sam an amazing gift, using his mouth to give Sam a peek at the bliss that would be his to know, forever, if he wanted. And goddamn, Sam fucking wanted this. Every single night. For the rest of his damn life.
Jared was slowly fucking Sam, with two fingers now, and Sam had never gotten this turned on this fast before. It had always taken time, sometimes up to an hour before he was ready to be fucked without pain or discomfort. He’d always been given a side-eye or taunted for his perceived failure as an Omega to not be able to accommodate an Alpha in a timely fashion. So, what did this mean?
Was Jared really something that special? Was he the one? That magical, mystical soulmate that an Omega would spend their life waiting to arrive, just so that they could sweep them off their feet?
Sam’s fingers were sheathed in silky hair, and Jared now had the head of Sam’s cock buried in the back of his throat, and he was swallowing convulsively, while his finger stroked over the sweet spot that no one had ever bothered to find, and it was all too much for Sam.
“Alpha, I’m… I’m gonna… gonna come.”
Jared’s obscenely stretched lips clamped down even more, and his already hollowed cheeks drew in further, and his fingers shoved deeper, and Sam realized his Alpha was giving him permission to use him as Sam saw fit. Sam bit into his lower lip when he lost the battle and could no longer hold back.
Jared hummed in pleasure with the first hot splash of come against the back of his throat, and then Sam was lost in a sea of sensations that he had never experienced before. Not once. He’d been fucked and knotted and gone through heats with Alpha’s and he’d never felt this level of ecstasy before.
And once again, the only reason Sam remained upright was because of Jared’s forethought. One well-muscled arm had been wrapped around his hips, to keep him from collapsing.
Jared helped to ease Sam back, until he could sink down against the sinfully plush cushions of the couch. Sam barely noticed when Jared pulled off with a wet pop, but he’d have to be dead to miss the kiss that was shared with him, when he was able to taste his release that had coated the inside of his Alpha’s mouth.
Sam clasped onto Jared’s cheeks with his hands and tried to pull him even closer. Needing the kiss to never end, at least not until Sam was satisfied.
A playful nip to his lower lip prompted Sam to open his eyes, and he met a steady gaze, one that was wordlessly asking to be released. Sam reluctantly let go, but Jared simply slid his hands down to Sam’s narrow waist and hauled him up, so that Jared could sit down, and then he hauled Sam across his lap.
Sam could feel the throbbing cock that was pressed against his undefended hole, now so relaxed, that he could understand why Jared had been so confident.
“Do I need to wear a condom?” That question snapped Sam out of his stupor, and his hand moved reflexively to his bicep, and the implanted birth control device that kept him safe, not just from consensual encounters, but the unruly Alpha’s who sometimes didn’t want to take no for an answer. Sam had always been able to show them the errors of their ways, but he could never be too careful.
“Hey, are you alright?” Jared asked, his voice still mellow, even though his body had tensed.
“Yeah, I’m good.” Sam assured, leaning down to give Jared a tender kiss, to show the gratitude he felt, that Jared was willing to defend him, even from the phantoms that sometimes haunted his memories.
“Let me get one.” Jared said, and his hands were on Sam’s waist, like he was going to move, which, no.
“Hey. Jared, Alpha. You don’t need to wear it for me. I mean, I’m good for another three years anyway and I mean, I kind of…” Sam knew he was going up in flames, that his face must be brighter than a ripe tomato, and he could feel the flush spreading down his chest.
“Hey. Sam.” Jared cupped his cheek, and Sam nuzzled into his palm, enjoying the cool feel of it against his flaming face, “I’m not going to put you at risk for no good reason. It’s not a big deal. It would make me feel better knowing you were protected.”
Sam felt a tear slip down his cheek, he’d never been treated like this before, and he knew he should have expected it, but the words, the intention was still all so new and shocking.
“But, I mean, I really want to feel you, when you come inside me.” And now he was going to die, or explode from embarrassment, or simply burst into flames. Either way, Sam knew he was fucking this all up and he just couldn’t seem to stop. No Alpha wanted to be contradicted or argued with. Especially by some Omega that they had just met. In a bar. On a Saturday night. Near a college campus.
Jesus. Sam was beginning to panic, began to fear that he had misread the entire situation, when arms wrapped around him, and Jared stood up effortlessly.
“Wrap your legs around my waist.” Jared urged, and as soon as Sam did, Jared moved to the hallway and then carried Sam towards a door that opened to reveal a massive bed. King size and then some.
Jared sat down near the nightstand and flicked on the lamp. Sam watched as he opened the top drawer to reveal a large box of condoms. And now it was Jared’s turn to flush red in embarrassment.
“It’s not like I was going out every weekend and picking Omega’s up. It was mostly for my ruts.”
Sam threaded his fingers into silky hair, and tilted Jared’s face back towards him, and gave him a gentle kiss.
“Hey. I think we’ve both misunderstood each other. I know that most Alpha’s hate condoms and prefer to bareback, so at the first available opportunity, I went to the clinic and got myself protected. And since no Alpha has really asked me, I just did what they wanted, because I knew I would be good.”
“It shouldn’t have been that way.” Jared interjected.
“Yeah, but it was, and I can’t change that now.” Sam pressed another soft kiss against Jared’s lips, before he continued, “And I think you, with all these quaint notions of being chivalrous and engaging in politeness can’t understand why an Omega wouldn’t jump at the chance to have an Alpha wear a condom. And I can tell you, from personal experience, it can heighten the pleasure, knowing that there’s a chance that something more might happen, even when its guaranteed not to.”
“And that shouldn’t be that way either.” Jared reiterated.
“You really are that amazing, aren’t you?” Sam asked, wonder thick in his voice, because Jared wasn’t just one in a million, he was a goddamned unicorn. And there was no way that Sam was ever going to let him go. “I think I need to ask you something. Important.”
“Ask me anything.” Jared replied, sliding one large hand up Sam’s gracefully curved back, fingertips gently scratching, offering a little soothing comfort, like it was second nature to be generous with his physical affection.
“Where do you see this going? Like is this just for tonight? Or do you think this could be something more?” Sam barely got the words out, because Jared was staring at him so intently, his eyes screaming out a wordless answer, one that Sam had been praying to hear.
“As far as I’m concerned, I never want to let you go. I want you to remain by my side, until death do us part.”
Sam felt his chin quivering uncontrollably, and then he was burying his face against the side of Jared’s neck as his arms wrapped around, and Sam was left feeling as though the dam had burst yet again. Strong arms wrapped in corded muscle came up and pulled Sam closer, before Jared sank back against the sinfully soft mattress. He held Sam against him, cooing nonsensical noises against his ear, while Sam sobbed.
All of Sam’s wildest dreams were on the verge of coming true. All the impossible dreams that he’d been told were ridiculous and insane and unattainable. That an Alpha existed in this world who could look at Sam and see someone special, someone worth knowing and caring for and maybe even loving. An Alpha who would prioritize Sam’s needs above his own.
Between the earlier orgasm and the emotional release Sam felt exhausted. And Jared was holding him so tenderly, and asking for nothing in return, before Sam knew it, he’d fallen asleep, draped across Jared like he was a living blanket.
*****
Sam woke up with a start, frantically trying to remember where he was. He knew he couldn’t possibly be in his dorm room, because the mattress was amazingly comfortable and not filled with hard lumps. The arm that was draped across his waist was the second clue Sam’s frazzled brain latched onto, and then he felt the firm cock that was currently nestled against his firm ass.
Jared. The Alpha that Sam had met at the bar was what Sam’s brain finally supplied to the weary Omega. He’d never fallen asleep in a strange Alpha’s bed before. All of his heats had been taken care of at the Clinic on campus, under strictly monitored conditions, with a built-in safety net surrounding him that could be activated in multiple ways.
Almost against his will, Sam’s brain made a quick bodily assessment and came to the shocking realization that Jared had been a perfect gentleman. Nothing other than Jared’s fingers had been inserted the night before. Because if Jared had fucked Sam, even with a condom on, Sam would have felt the effects. Well into the following week.
“Do you want some water?” Jared asked from behind Sam, his voice still thick with sleep.
“Um, yeah, please.” Sam responded, once he’d found his own voice.
The bedside lamp flickered on, and Sam’s eyes were given a wonderful treat. The sight of Jared’s incredibly firm ass flexing and jiggling with each footstep when he crossed the room and went out the door. Sam could hear rustling coming down the hall, the refrigerator door opening, a cupboard being opened, a glass being filled with ice, and then Sam watched as Jared entered the room.
What he’d seen the night before had been cast in shadows and low light. Now he could truly see what Jared was packing, and the fear once again bubbled to the surface.
“I always thought it was fascinating, how much an Omega’s body could adjust, especially when they were paired with the proper Alpha. One that their body recognized as belonging to only them. But even without that, if an Alpha properly prepares an Omega, there should never be any issues. The Omega should only feel the sweetest pleasure.”
Jared had cracked open the bottle of water, poured enough into the glass to cover the ice, and then held the glass out to Sam. The entire time Sam had been staring at a cock that could probably rip him in half if it ever decided to engage in violence.
Jared clearing his throat made Sam focus, and he accepted the glass of water, drinking down the contents quickly. Because he was getting overheated, at the mere sight of Jared’s cock, let alone what would happen once Jared crawled back into bed and placed his hands on Sam’s body. His skin was itching and he could feel his hole beginning to leak slick, and it wasn’t until Jared reached out for Sam’s now empty glass, in order to refill it, that Sam even realized what was happening to him.
Sam was going into heat. Way, way ahead of schedule. And there were very limited reasons as to why that could happen. But at the top of the list was the magical one, when an Omega found their Alpha. Not just an Alpha, but their destined soulmate. The one divined for them by the Omega Goddess herself.
“Yeah, I noticed the signs last night. And you seemed like you needed the rest, so I just let you sleep, and kept you safe while you were out of it.”
Jared was worth his weight in gold. That was the first thought that skittered across Sam’s brain.
“Sam. I really need you to say something. I need to know if you understand what’s happening. Because if you don’t, I’ll go sleep on the couch, and I’ll take care of you, but I won’t take advantage of you. I’ve never been with an Omega who didn’t ask me to help them.” Jared’s voice was strained, like he was already fighting his own urges, and Sam realized that Jared was indeed doing just that. He must be, because he had to be feeling what Sam was experiencing.
True mates, soulmates, whatever you called them, they were special and unique and what one felt so did the other.
Sam swallowed hard, wondering how he could possibly have a parched mouth already, when he’d just drank down a large glass of water, but then again, this was just par for the course. He wasn’t going to feel right unless he was touching his Alpha. His pheromones were demanding that they be allowed to take control of the situation.
“Jay, Alpha. Please. Don’t go. Stay with me, please.” Sam pleaded, from where he was still half hidden beneath the covers.
“Stay and do what?” Jared pressed.
“Make me yours. Mate me and never let me go.” Sam breathed out the demand, and his words clattered into the nearly silent bedroom, and it only took a moment for Jared’s entire demeanor to change, to adjust to the new rules of engagement.
The covers were ripped away, a hand circled Sam’s ankle, and then he was being dragged across the sheets. Jared covered him instantly, pressing Sam down against the cool sheets. Jared’s mouth was on Sam, anywhere that he could reach. Kissing, nipping, biting, and Sam thought he might have died and gone to Heaven.
Sam had thought that Jared had smelled amazingly incredible the night before, an intoxicating mix of leather and fresh cut grass, but now that he had surrendered to the possibilities, Jared’s scent was driving Sam crazy. Pushing him into an almost frenzied state that was demanding Sam be given what he deserved. An Alpha that could match his passion, his drives, and help him to fulfill all of his dreams.
Jared had sunk lower, and his mouth was giving Sam a repeat performance of last night’s amazing deed. But Sam could feel the difference, he knew his muscles were relaxed, his hole was opening up naturally to help facilitate what would come next, when Sam was impaled on Jared’s monster cock.
Sam’s head was thrown back as he writhed against the bed, his body almost overwhelmed by new sensations, reveling in the ecstasy that he’d never dreamed would be his. Jared, even with his passions running high, was still being considerate and attentive to Sam’s needs so he could give Sam an encounter that he would never be able to forget. And that when Sam looked back upon would hold nothing but joy for the Omega.
An intensely powerful orgasm ripped through him, and Sam was left feeling drained and limp. His head lolled against the sheets, and he wasn’t sure how much time had passed when Jared suddenly appeared above him, looking almost feral when he pushed one of Sam’s legs up, and then the moment of truth was upon them.
The head of Jared’s massive cock was pressing against Sam’s loosened hole, sinking in, meeting no resistance, and Sam gazed up to meet blazing hazel eyes and a smirk that screamed out a smug and victorious I told you so.
On any other day, and with any other Alpha, Sam knew he would have felt bitter resentment bubbling up, more than likely enough to ruin any pleasure he might have felt coursing through him. But goddammit. The fact that his gentle Alpha had been proven right, after having given Sam two earth-shattering orgasms, and having taken no pleasure for himself, was just one more reason why Sam knew he would never give Jared up.
“Do you feel that?” Jared asked, his deep, husky voice sounding so fucking sexy, and Sam was ready to feel any damn thing that Jared wanted him to. But that wouldn’t be right. So instead, Sam tried to focus, to give his Alpha an answer, but nothing was forthcoming.
Jared glanced down, between their bodies, and Sam followed his gaze, eyes going wide, before he reached down with a trembling hand. His abdomen was distended, where the head of Jared’s cock was creating a bulge in Sam’s belly. And Sam had been so relaxed after he’d come that he hadn’t even realized. His fears had been completely unjustified. And his Alpha had been absolutely correct.
“I dreamed of you, ya know.” Jared rasped out, before he drew back and Sam was left almost bereft by the feeling of emptiness he experienced. A slow roll of Jared’s hips remedied the situation, and then the words clicked.
“You dreamed of me?” Sam’s voice was filled with wonder, because the thought that he was anyone’s dream Omega was almost too farfetched to believe.
“When I had my first rut, and the assigned Omega couldn’t satisfy me, they had to sedate me, and I had the most vivid dream. You were there, looking so ethereal and perfect, and you promised that you would find me one day.” Jared’s voice was filled with wonder, even as he kept up the slow, sweet drags of his cock. “You told me that I would be the best birthday present you ever received. I just needed to wait until you turned twenty-one.”
Sam could hardly believe what Jared was telling him. With each deep thrust the memories flooded back and Sam thought back to when he’d just turned twelve and was hospitalized with a mysterious illness. At the time he thought that he’d experienced a fever dream. The doctors were left totally baffled. But Sam had finally come out of it after he had met and talked to a young Alpha that had been suffering through his own illness. And somehow, Sam had known to give him a message promising that they would meet again in the future.
“I didn’t think it was real at first, but then I could see you, from time to time, sleeping in the backseat of a car, or in some dirty motel, and I knew I needed to wait for you. Because I knew that I needed to give you what you truly deserved out of this life.”
If Sam hadn’t experienced his own strange dreams from time to time, he might have thought Jared was completely full of shit, but he had. Jared had always been cloaked in shadow, or all Sam could see was a profile. And maybe that was why he had stopped next to Jared, when he’d seen him sitting at the bar. Because he had recognized the Alpha that he’d been dreaming of for years.
Sam reached up and cupped Jared’s face, encouraging him to close the distance that still separated them, and when Jared’s lips met his, Sam felt a jolt like electricity course through him, and it left him clinging to Jared, demanding all.
“Please, Omega.” Those soft words accompanied a look of yearning so intense that Sam reflexively turned his head to side, leaving his neck exposed and his mating gland defenseless.
“Thank you.” Jared growled out, and Sam’s cries filled the room, when sharp teeth sank into tender flesh.
Sam’s entire body jolted when the pheromones were released into his system, and then he came so fucking hard, body convulsing with the intense pleasure. Which only increased when Jared thrust deep one final time, and his knot caught, locking them together.
Sam could feel each hot pulse pumping deep inside him, when fingers gripped his chin gently, and guided him to a bared neck. And a whispered plea.
“Please, Omega. Make me yours.”
Sam didn’t waver. He felt his teeth descend and without hesitation he sank them into the long column of his Alpha’s neck. At the first swirl of tangy copper across his tongue, Sam came again, and he could feel Jared tense, before he emptied more of his release into Sam’s willing body.
They clung to one another, both trying to come to terms with how their lives had changed so radically in less than twelve hours.
Jared was the first to break the silence. “I love you, Sam.”
The words and the sentiment were expected. They had just bound themselves to the other for the rest of their lives. But Sam immediately burst into tears, unable to control the torrent of emotions that flooded through him. Because all of his impossible dreams had just come true.
Soft, butterfly kisses were being placed against his cheeks, his eyelids, and his mouth, when he finally calmed and cleared his throat. And found the words that he had wanted to be able to speak his entire life.
“I love you too, Jared.”
The smile Jared gifted upon Sam was filled with such joy and love that Sam found it almost impossible to breathe.
But Sam also knew that he would enjoy getting used to being the recipient of such devotion and learning to share his life with a partner who would cherish him. Always and forever.
This was the first day of the rest of his life, and Sam couldn’t be happier.
The End