Safe Haven

The man was impossible, refusing to see how closed off he was being. If I didn’t know him, I’d think that was just who he was, but underneath this asshole mask, Tallon was incredibly smart and funny as hell.

Tallon: I’m coming up there. Don’t fucking leave.

My eyebrows furrowed as I stared down at the text, confused. The closest hotel was twenty minutes away, so how the hell was he going to get here?

Less than three minutes passed before the door swung open. Just from his look, I knew what he wanted, and my dick immediately hardened at the prospect. Both of us had held on to far too much tension in the last few days and needed a release. Thankfully, that was something we could always find in each other. Tallon was the beta that had a perpetual chip on his shoulder. I liked his fire, and I saw the more vulnerable sides of him that he refused to show anyone else. I liked to think he provided the same safe space for me. We’d been together since this odd pack of ours formed, and I hated to see him cast out like this. I was willing to help him fix it, but getting him to agree would be the real challenge.

“You know you’re going to have to ask Beckham for forgiveness,” I told him the moment he was close. “Maybe Miles too if you ever want to smooth shit over in our pack.”

“I fucking know, okay?” he seethed, chest heaving angrily as he stripped out of his clothes. He handed over a bottle of lube and stared me down in challenge. His cock was already hard, and I didn’t need any more invitation. My body was already responding with a thrum of need I couldn’t ignore. The intoxicating scent of my beta hit me, and I reached out, roughly grabbing his neck and yanking him forward. I might be gentle with our omegas, but Tallon never wanted gentle. He needed to be pushed around to truly get his tension out, and I ate up every fucking moment of our volatile passion.

Crushing my lips to his, I took what I wanted, sweeping my tongue into his mouth to taste every inch of him. There was a sharpness on his tongue from alcohol, but I didn’t point it out now, not with him releasing those soft whimpers as I roughly gripped his cock, stroking him as I dominated our kiss.

Pulling away, I dropped my clothes in the pile, not giving a fuck if anyone decided to walk in. This was our place, and it was after eleven.

“You going to submit for me, beta?” I barked out the question, my voice harsh and my eyes full of heat. His hackles rose, goosebumps flowing over his skin at my order. “On your knees.” My tattooed beta obeyed, lust filling the air in a fog that had my head spinning and my cock leaking precum. His mouth fell open, and I smirked down at him. Ice blue eyes blinked up at me, begging me to calm his racing thoughts.

Taking a step forward, I ran the tip of my cock over his lips. His pink tongue darted out, licking it up before I slid into his warm mouth. I let out an involuntary groan as he swallowed me down, his throat constricting around me. As I pulled back, he slid his tongue around my dick, teasing me in the way he knew drove me crazy, but this wasn’t about my pleasure. This was taking my beta rough and fast like he needed.

I rested my hand on the top of his head before I ruthlessly fucked his mouth. He tried to keep up, gasping for air around my thick cock, eyes streaming as he fought against his gag reflex. For a brief second, I pictured Briar next to him, kneeling at my feet as he did, my beta guiding her through this as they took turns letting me fuck their sweet mouths. I shouldn’t be thinking of her like that, but after one look from her green eyes, one breath of her coconut and guava scent, and she was stuck in my head. Sure, I kept up my protests, knowing this likely wouldn’t end well, but that didn’t stop me from craving the omega I knew I couldn’t have.

Before my knot could swell, I stepped back. Tallon tried to regain his composure, taking in lungfuls of air while wiping the saliva from his chin and tears from his face. I grabbed the lube off of the ground and walked over to the closest weight bench.

“Bend over.” The authority in my voice echoed in the gym. He took a shaky breath before moving himself into position for me. His complete submission usually took a bit of work, but he was desperate for it tonight. My hands hungrily ran over his ass, squeezing and teasing him before I poured lube straight into his crack. He groaned as I teased a finger over his hole, easing inside before stretching him properly for me. He might like it rough, but I wouldn’t actually harm the guy, so prep was a must.

When he was panting and gripping the bench for dear life, I slid my four fingers out, wiped them on the towel I’d left nearby, and guided my cock to take their place. His tattooed body shuddered as I slowly pushed inside of him, inch by slow inch, until he’d taken everything I had to offer.

“Fuck,” he groaned. His back was heaving with strained breaths, and in mere moments, he was wiggling against me, silently begging me to move.

“Say it,” I ordered, amusement in the words. He knew damn well I wasn’t taking orders from him, silent or otherwise.

“Please fuck me, Wells,” he begged, voice strained, and that was all I needed. My first thrust had him crying out, and I never let him catch his breath from there, fucking him as ruthlessly as he needed. His fingers clawed at the leather of the workout bench, and sweat beaded along his skin, all signs he was losing his grip on reality and giving in to the blissful peace this brought him.

My hands grabbed his narrow hips as I pounded into his perfectly rounded ass. He felt so fucking good around my cock that my knot was already swelling, pushing my beta to his fucking limits. It was never as easy for them to take our knots as it was for omegas, but Tallon liked that sweet mix of pleasure and pain.

“So tight,” I groaned as I swelled further. Tallon tried to relax as my thrusts faltered, my knot filling every inch of his ass. It wasn’t as easy for him to take an alpha, but we’d had a fair amount of time to figure out the right strategies for prep. Now that he was used to it, it was still more difficult than it would be for an omega, but he liked to feel every sting or burn. but he felt amazing. I knew that he was enjoying it by the keening cries he was letting out. Claiming bites only truly worked for alphas and their omegas, but I sank my teeth into his flesh, loving the sounds that followed. The marks would heal, but until they did, I would have a reminder of the pieces of his soul that were mine. And, in any case, it was always fun to leave new ones behind.

“Yes,” he breathed out like a prayer as he rolled to the side. A soft smile curled his lips as I fucked my knot into him. Seeing him like this was so fucking sexy. There was just something so damn satisfying about bringing such a force of nature to their knees.

“You’ll come home tonight,” I told him. “And tomorrow you’ll apologize and actually fucking listen. You got it?”

“Yes, alpha.”