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Hours ago, Timothy Drake-Wayne danced with an Omega that wasn’t Jason Drake-Wayne at the latest Wayne Gala. Intellectually, Jason understands building connections and social niceties. Instinctually, well, that’s another matter entirely.
He hates seeing his Alpha’s hands on other Omegas.
Now, hours later, Jason can finally take his revenge.
Jason smirks and says, “Tim, Timmy, Timbit, if you’re going to put your hands on another Omega, you don’t deserve to touch me at all.”
With relish, Jason handcuffs Tim to their headboard so tightly that Tim will know Jason expects his Alpha to stay exactly where Jason put him.
“I’ve never wanted to touch any Omega but you,” Tim states, flooding the room with earnest-honesty.
He’s telling the truth. There’s no doubt about that. But Jason can’t get the sight of the dainty, blonde Omega out of his head. She’s everything an Omega is supposed to be. Nothing like Jason at all.
And even though Tim and Jason have been mated for months now, even though their mating was the social event of the year, that didn’t stop people at the gala from whispering about what a picture-perfect well-bred pairing Tim and the blonde were as they danced.
“I know.”
He keeps Tim entirely dressed, only unzipping his bespoke tuxedo trousers to pull out his Alpha’s cock. By the time Jason is done with him, it’ll be absolutely ruined with sweat and slick and other bodily fluids.
But Jason? He strips entirely. And when he’s nude, he painstakingly hangs his own bespoke tuxedo on a hanger and places it in a bag to be sent to the dry-cleaners, just to be extra cruel.
“Now, where was I?” Jason taunts as if he’s forgotten.
(Of all the things Jason could forget, his Alpha being hard and desperate for him will never be one of them. Could never be one of them. Tim is everything to him. Everything. There never has been and never will be another Alpha. No one replaces perfection.)
“Jason!”
With every ravenous pass of darkening blue eyes over his skin, more slick gathers between his legs, dripping down his flesh. Jason never feels more powerful than when his Alpha smells like he wants to eat Jason until he begs for release.
Tim sounds and smells utterly-desperate as he growls, “Jason, please let me—!”
“No,” Jason interrupts. “You’re not touching me with her on your hands.”
He denies Tim entirely, though he’s honestly not sure which of them he’s punishing now, and climbs on the bed. He swings a leg over Tim’s hips and leisurely sinks onto his Alpha’s cock. Slow, slow, slow. As if he’s never taken it before. As if he’s not sure it will fit. As if he’s a virgin and worried he’ll hurt himself.
(Jason isn’t a virgin. Not anymore. Tim took such good care of him on their mating night. He was slow, patient, gentle. It seems only fair for Jason to treat Tim with just as much gentle, loving care.)
It takes all his not-inconsiderable self-control to keep from impaling himself on Tim’s cock and riding him rough, hard, and dirty.
“I don’t want her,” Tim says, all brutal-honesty with a whiff of distaste. “Why would I want her when I have you?”
Jason’s heart skips a beat and his hips fall still.
Because Tim said “you” like he’s the luckiest Alpha alive, like he still can’t believe Jason wants him, even though Jason wears his claiming-bite scars with pride. Tim said “you” like Jason is the only person in all of existence, as if Jason is the sun of Tim’s galaxy and everything revolves around him. Tim said “you” like it was a prayer to a deity, like Jason is worthy of all his love and reverence and obeisance.
“Please let me—!”
Jason pets Tim’s gorgeous black hair and rises glacially slowly on his Alpha’s cock. He loves how it feels, loves how thick it is, how it stuffs him full, how deep Tim reaches. He loves having Tim inside of him, making them AlphaandOmega instead of Alpha and Omega.
One. Together. Complete.
“Be a good Alpha for me and take your punishment for touching another Omega,” Jason purrs, smirking as avaricious-lust floods his nostrils. “You can be good for me, can’t you?”
Jason licks up Tim’s neck and nibbles on where his mating gland would be if Tim were an Omega. Tim whimpers.
“Can you be a good Alpha and keep your knot to yourself, Tim?” Jason whispers, relishing the thick, hot length inside of him as he rides his Alpha’s cock as if he has nowhere else to be for the rest of eternity.
“Jason!”
“Because if you keep your knot to yourself, Alpha, I’m going to use you until my thighs shake from the strain.” Jason bites down hard enough to leave a bruise and smothers his Alpha in possessive-love-mine-forever.
Tim’s eyes are wild and his scent is feral. “Omega!”
Jason smirks against Tim’s skin and licks his scent glands, bathing his Alpha in his scent. “So I guess the question is, Alpha, how long do you want to be inside me? Because the second you get close to knotting, I’m going to stop moving until it goes away.”
Tim whines like a greedy, starving pup.
Jason sinks a little lower on the thick cock filling him, a blush rising on his cheeks as slick squelches out of him in waves. The front of Tim’s trousers are ruined. The bottom of Tim’s shirt is so soaked that it’s transparent, clinging to well-defined abs.
He wonders how long Tim will last before giving in. How long it will take Tim to break. How long before Tim pops his knot like a teenager playing with himself for the first time.
“How good are you going to be for me, Alpha?” Jason purrs as he nibbles up Tim’s jaw.
“The best! I’ll be the best for you, Omega!”
Jason kisses Tim hungrily because he’s never been able to deny himself his Alpha’s mouth when he wants it. Tim kisses back like he’s dying in the desert and Jason’s mouth is the only well for four hundred miles in any direction.
Tim growls when Jason pulls back and teases his way up on Tim’s cock.
“Now, Tim, lie back and think of me,” Jason Omega-commands.
Tim’s hooded eyes send shivers down Jason’s spine as he snarls, “I could never think of anyone else, Jason.”
And Jason trusts him. Loves him. Believes him.
Still … he can’t make things too easy for Tim.
“If you want to knot me tonight, you’ll have to earn it, Alpha,” Jason purrs as he nibbles Tim’s earlobe. “So be good for me.”
“Yes, Omega,” Tim keens, all ironclad-resolution-desire.
Jason smirks an evil smirk and breathes against Tim’s lips, after locking gazes with him, “If you last an hour, I’ll let you fill my belly with pups.”
Tim yanks on the handcuffs so hard that the headboard screeches in protest, though it doesn’t break. WANT! fills the air so thickly that Jason can taste it.
He wriggles up Tim’s cock with a leisurely, sedate pace, and then eases back down just as unhurriedly. “Will that be worth the wait, Alpha?” Jason asks, head tilted to the side in submission even as he stuffs himself full of his Alpha’s cock.
Tim nods once, sharply.
Smug-triumph oozes from Jason. He’s driven his Alpha non-verbal and primitive with the offer to knot and breed him.
Without a doubt, he will feel this tomorrow. Frankly, he will probably feel the aftermath of the coming knotting for the next week or more. Because Tim looks and smells like he intends to fill and use Jason until he can’t possibly take any more … before wringing even more out of him.
Jason can’t wait.
(But Tim is going to have to.)