Chapter 1

Stiles had to be tied up to be removed from the shop, which was something he hadn’t actually been aware of. He knew that unbonded omegas had to be restrained almost all the time to stop them from throwing themselves at Alphas, but he’d never thought he’d be leaving the shop with his wrists cuffed and an Alpha leading him on a leash. He’d always imagined that he’d be paid for and then thrown down on the floor and taken right then and there. That certainly would have made sense from a strategic standpoint. Once he was properly claimed he’d be bonded to Derek and all interest in anyone else would halt. He would crave Derek’s touch only for the rest of his life.

That meant that his ardor was still flying high when they left the shop, crossed the parking lot, and climbed into Mrs. Hale’s car. Stiles’ legs were shaking; his cock achingly hard, and the loose kaki overalls the shop attendant had given them for him were drenched with his slick. That aside, he was staring around himself with wide, excited eyes for a very different reason.

“It smells different than I thought,” Stiles stated, scenting the air, “We just had a courtyard to hang out in, and it had bars over it.”

“That’s depressing,” Derek stated flatly.

“It’s for their own good,” Mrs. Hale pointed out, “They’d be raped otherwise, and end up with someone who might not treat them right or didn’t really want them. Until omegas are bonded-“

“I know , mom!” Derek snapped irritably, opening the car door and guiding Stiles in with a hand to the top of his head and one on his lower back.

Stiles lost control of his body, keening and collapsing onto the floor of the SUV to present his ass to the two alphas arguing behind him. Derek gasped and reached for his fly, but his mother’s sharply growled words stopped him with a needy growl in the back of his throat.

“This is torture!” Derek raged at her.

“We’re not far from the hotel,” She reminded him, “I’ll leave you two alone and you can bond with him, okay? This isn’t the sort of thing you want done in public. Frankly it might not even work outside of your territory, but I hope it does. Flying with an unbonded omega? I have no idea how that would even work .”

The woman shoved Derek aside and pried Stiles up from the floor, using her superior strength to manhandle him into the nearest seat. She fastened him in with the same uninterested touch that the shop keepers had used, and her lack of eye contact or facial response settled Stiles by bringing some normalcy to the situation. He was still panting for it, but he didn’t fight her. Derek climbed in after she stepped aside and sat beside him, eyes wide and focused on Stiles with his pupils blown with arousal. Stiles glanced down into Derek’s lap at his tented jeans and keened, arching his back and grinding his ass into the seat shamelessly.

Mrs. Hale shut the door and clicked the lock button before heading to the driver’s side, unlocking just her own door, and stepping inside. She quickly locked her doors and Stiles felt an odd creeping sensation that had him turning his head to glance out his window. He nearly screamed at what he saw. Several young men and women were gathered outside the car, one of them close enough to press his face to it. HE had no idea when they’d arrived but the first thing that crossed his mind was zombie apocalypse , and he spat those words out while groping for Derek’s hand.

Derek laughed, loud and long, and his mother glanced over her shoulder at them fondly.

“They’ll back off in a moment,” She stated, pressing the horn, “Your scent drew them in. That’s why we practically ran to the car.”

“Oh,” Stiles replied, feeling bad that he’d fought the leash and dawdled for a chance at fresh air. He’d have that regularly once he was bonded- assuming Derek allowed it- so he shouldn’t have been so greedy, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault,” Derek soothed, reaching out and turning his head towards him.

Stiles focused on Derek again, and he had to struggle to remember they weren’t alone or in his territory. He wanted to climb him like the trellises in the courtyard, sniffing at him like he had a fresh summer breeze through the bars that kept him separated from the world. He was suddenly intently worried that he wouldn’t be able to bond with Derek at the hotel.

“Where’s your territory?” Stiles asked, voice cracking as anxiety pitched up in him.

“Shh,” Derek soothed, stroking his cheek with one finger. He had a slight bit of stubble coming in on his chin, just starting to shadow the fading baby fat. Stiles wanted to rub his face all over it and leaned in to do just that. Maybe if he tried hard enough they could manage to bond without having to fly to Derek’s territory.

“It’s in California,” Mrs. Hale answered for Derek since he was busy snuffling at Stiles’ hair and groping his thigh, “Keep it PG, boys. I know my son’s growing up, but I still don’t want a front row seat.”

“Wait,” Stiles’ head flew up, knocking into Derek’s nose and making him grunt in pain, “We’re in Ohio. ”

“Yes, it’s a rather long flight with several changeovers,” Mrs. Hale nodded, “That’s why I’m hoping you two will bond here.”

“Damn, you really did cross the country going to every shop to look at omegas!” Stiles exclaimed, “How the hell was I worthy?”

Instead of answering both Mrs. Hale and Derek chuckled. It was Derek who explained.

“My mother travels for work,” Derek grinned, “And I work for her. We went to the shops in between cases because I ran out of shops near our territory.”

“Oh,” Stiles slunk down in the seat, embarrassed by his assumption, “So you were joking back in the shop?”

“We have a dry sense of humor in this family,” Mrs. Hale replied with a smile as she glanced in the rear view mirror, “You’ll get used to it.”

Stiles nodded and glanced out the window. They were at a red light and he wanted to see more of the world. He doubted Derek was the sort to lock him up, but it was a possibility. Just because he bonded with the young Alpha didn’t mean he’d want anyone seeing Stiles again. He was smiling out at a sign with a funny advertisement on it when someone detoured off the sidewalk and punched right through the window without any warning. Stiles shouted in horror as the man in a nice suit reached in and tried to haul Stiles out by his overall strap. Stiles opened his mouth to scream for Derek but what came out was a needy moan. The man was a powerful Alpha and his scent hit Stiles like a ton of bricks. So far anticipating Derek had kept him from being too frantic, but the very idea of an Alpha this powerful trying to claim him had him writhing in desire. Derek’s arms went around Stiles’ waist and he shouted for his mother to stop the man.

Mrs. Hale slammed her foot down on the gas while Derek held Stiles tightly and they barreled through the red light. The Alpha held on until Stiles’ overalls tore and even then he grasped the doorframe for several seconds. Then he was gone and Stiles was left panting and whining in agonizing need.

“Damn it,” Mrs. Hale swore, “He’s potent, isn’t he?”

“Like a fine wine,” Derek groaned, nosing at Stiles’ neck, “Mom, we need to hurry .”

Lights flashed and Mrs. Hale let out an anxious swear, “Okay. I’m getting pulled over. Take him into the back and start the bonding process. I’ll get out and tell the officer what’s happening.”

Derek pulled Stiles free of his seatbelt and bodily dragged him into the back where he was stuffed down amidst an umbrella and a few reusable bags for shopping. Derek swept them aside and tore the overalls in half to get to his flesh. Stiles cried out, spreading his legs and arching his back wantonly.

“The officer’s an alpha and he understands. He’s going to put on his sirens and get us to the hotel fast ,” Mrs. Hale told them as she climbed into the vehicle. She double-checked the locks and they started following the loud wail of the siren.

Derek undid his fly and Stiles’ jaw dropped at his first sight of an actual Alpha dick. He was long, uncut, and shockingly thick for someone his age. Stiles had a moment of panic that was quickly squashed by his unending need to be bonded. He whined in the back of his throat and Derek abandoned any attempt at removing the rest of his clothes to launch himself at Stiles. Derek had Stiles’ legs around his hips and was pushing into him without hesitation, Stiles’ slick having long since drenched him to make way for this very action. Stiles wrapped legs and arms around the young Alpha above him and gasped as his body was stretched in a way he’d never experienced. An omega was still considered virginal if they’d only ever been penetrated by another omega- a necessity when dealing with heat without an Alpha- and now Stiles knew why. Derek was twice the girth of an omega and his own slim cock was put to shame by the monster pushing into his body. Derek groaned, pulling out after only managing to get halfway in and then pressed in again while panting frantically. They turned sharply and the two were flung onto their sides. Derek’s cock slipped out and Stiles let out a frantic cry and used his well-placed leg to drag him back. Derek gripped his hips with painfully strong fingers and pulled Stiles in until the babbling young man was wrapped around his cock again.

“Oh my gods! ” Derek cried out, voice ragged and eyes wide with shock.

Stiles came. Hard. His entire body convulsed and his cock emptied across Derek’s nice Henley as he let out a strangled scream of frustration. It didn’t even feel good . It was just a reaction to being overstimulated that left him with a deeper ache in his body that he swore moved up into his very soul .

“I need… I need… I need…” Stiles whimpered pathetically, hips flexing weakly.

His climax had done one good thing, it had spurred his body on to tenting further and Derek’s throbbing shaft slid into him with his next eager thrust. Derek let out a chain of swears and rolled them back over, thrusting into Stiles desperately.

“Oh gods,” Derek moaned, biting at his neck.

Stiles bared his neck eagerly, waiting for the swelling to start. If they were going to bond two sets of erectile tissue would swell, one at the base of Derek’s shaft and the other a soft lump on Stiles’ neck. When Derek came his knot would inject fluids into Stiles’ body that would claim him as Derek’s own omega for the rest of his life, and Derek who would drink it down in similar fashion would bite the gland at Stiles’ neck for his claiming fluids. The fluids Stiles produced would heighten his sexual attraction to Stiles while making it easier for him to smell him from far away.

Derek was moving over him fast, his balls slapping Stiles’ ass loudly despite the sirens outside, but his knot didn’t swell. Stiles cried out and clawed at him, making the keening sounds instinctively as his body screamed for a mate. Any mate . He knew he’d be calling in every Alpha around him for miles if he kept it up, but he couldn’t manage to stop himself. He felt his face and body change, beefing up a bit as he wolfed out, and Derek snarled above him and bit at his neck. Stiles hoped but… nothing catching happened. There was no gland to bite. Without it being a ‘safe’ location neither of them could bond. It made sense in a world where bonding involved being tied together for a lengthy period of time by a spongy protrusion on Derek’s member.

Derek let out a frantic sound, and growled out that it wasn’t working. His mother sounded a bit frightened as she reassured them that the hotel would be enough. She’d make sure they felt safe there. She’d get the entire police force involved if she had to. She’d shut down a wing of the hotel. She’d pull the fire alarm and have it evacuated.

They squealed to a stop and Stiles heard the cop shouting at Mrs. Hale to get the two of them wrapped up while he cleared the lobby. Mrs. Hale threw her coat at them and Derek pulled out of Stiles’ ass with a groan of frustration before wrapping Stiles in his mother’s coat.

“This is good,” Derek panted, face flushed and twisted in anxiety, “As an Alpha her scent will help. It establishes a micro territory to ward off other Alphas and help us both feel safe enough to bond.”

Stiles had never heard of that, but was too far gone in lust to argue. He knew what was happening. He was going on heat early. Derek’s partial claiming had kicked it in and Stiles’ mind was going fuzzy with unbridled need. He doubted he could walk and he slurred that fact out to Derek. The young man buttoned his fly but didn’t bother to tuck his swollen dick back in, then he lifted Stiles into a bridal carry without another word.

Stiles was shaking by the time they got to the elevator, and before they entered Mrs. Hale did indeed pull the fire alarm. She stepped into the elevator and pushed the button to shut the doors, giving the police officer- who was holding a hormone resistant mask over his face to keep himself sane- a curt nod of thanks. He muttered a good luck to them and then turned away. Stiles whined and moaned in Derek’s arms, fighting him without meaning to as he tried to twist free so he could get back to the hardness he needed inside his body. Mrs. Hale was flushed and panting a bit, apparently equally aroused by Stiles, but her maternal instincts were keeping her from trying to claim her son’s future mate. That and she was likely bonded as well, so she had a more stable mindset than a bachelor would.

“Hold still ,” Derek growled as the elevator halted.

“Alphas make up five percent of the population,” Stiles babbled, trying to calm himself with facts from his lessons, “They are the ruling class and generally have higher intelligence than most other genders.”

“That’s right, sweetheart,” Mrs. Hale soothed, “We’ll take care of you.”

“ I will,” Derek snarled, inching away from his mother.

She didn’t respond, just walking forward with a powerful set to her shoulders. The hallway was deserted, doors hanging open where people had fled them to avoid being burned alive in the ‘fire’. He doubted she’d encounter much resistance from anyone who chose to face her down, not with her Alpha presence firing all over the place. Stiles buried his face in Derek’s neck and clung to him as a powerful surge of arousal had his body all but convulsing. He let out another cry for a mate despite all attempts to stop it from crawling up his throat.

“Omegas make up seven percent of the population and are physically, mentally, and emotionally weaker… which is bullshit because I’m smart as fuck.”

“Yeah you are,” Derek whispered against his ear, “Just look how well you’ve done. My sweet, gorgeous, smart omega.”

“Mine,” Stiles moaned, scratching weakly at Derek’s chest, “Please, Alpha. Please .”

Derek moaned at his pleas, his step faltering as his urges nearly overwhelmed him, but he kept up his gait until he got to the doorway that his mother quickly opened with a keycard.

“Get in there and mount him on my bed. The scent will help establish a temporary territory. Worry about changing the sheets later. I will guard this door, Derek. Do you trust me?”

“Yes,” Derek ground out, his voice ragged. Stiles knew their exchange was more for him than for Derek. The omega hearing Derek’s acceptance of his Alpha’s protection should help his mind settle into a safe zone.

Derek staggered through the door and practically threw Stiles onto the nearest bed before swearing and dragging him off of it and onto the other one. He tore off his mother’s coat and the remains of the overalls before thrusting home with a ragged grunt. Stiles wasn’t even aware of spreading his legs and lifting them up at the knees. He’d done it all automatically and with a great deal of needy cries for a mate.

Derek stood at the side of the bed and fucked Stiles into oblivion, grunting and moaning as he leaned forward to breathe in his scent and sniff at the bed as well. Stiles knew what he was doing and buried his own nose in Derek’s throat to breath deep. He had a mantra going in his head that was something along the lines of ‘mine, mate, safe’ and when he felt Derek’s cock stutter against his hole, suddenly too big to fit inside, he let out a triumphant cry.

Derek, however, let out a suddenly pained and frantic shout.

“Oh gods, it hurts! ”

“Welcome to hormones, baby Alpha,” Stiles snorted.

Not even heat and a need to bond could stop him from rolling his eyes. Stiles had been dealing with the agony associated with heat his entire life, but Derek was getting his first knot now , and it was probably akin to a tooth coming in… on his dick, which was an Alpha’s prize possession. Derek, sadly, didn’t take well to his sass and bit down on the soft flesh of his shoulder with an angry snarl. He missed the firm swelling of Stiles’ mating gland by a mile and now it was Stiles’ turn to make pained whimpers.

Derek shoved hard with his hips, using his grip on Stiles’ shoulder and the two hands digging into his hips for leverage, and pushed his knot into Stiles’ body. He was fueled by rage, but once Stiles’ hot, tight muscles were fluttering around his knot he forgot his insult and let go of his shoulder to frantically seek out his mating gland. Derek’s cries were loud enough to hurt Stiles’ ears, but his own needy moans were probably overwhelming them. He arched his neck and gripped Derek’s hair, guiding him to the spot that felt swollen to the point of pain just between neck and shoulder. Derek let out a soft growl and bit down, his sharp teeth piercing the gland and spraying the inside of his mouth, Stiles’ neck, and the bed with a tangy fluid. It must have tasted divine because he latched on more fully and suckled while moaning and rolling his hips.

The rolling motions did it. Stiles felt his prostate grazed properly for the first time in their frantic coupling as the knot rubbed him in all the right ways. His eyes rolled back into his head and his entire body shook with a full body orgasm that took away his very ability to make a sound. Stiles’ entire body locked and released over and again as Derek continued to grind into him and moan while suckling on his throat. Stiles knew he’d have a big purple welt on his neck for days , and a faint scar for the rest of his life, and the very idea of the claiming mark being seen by all left him gasping as his pleasure sank into satisfaction.

“Derek,” Stiles sighed.

Derek moaned softly, rolled his hips a few more times, pressing his balls tight to Stiles’ ass. He could feel them drawing up and let out a few sharp gasps as he realized what was about to happen. Then Derek thrust against him sharply, his mouth broke the seal at Stiles’ neck, and he threw back his head to howl his possession and release to the world. Stiles could feel the hot pulses as wave after wave of Alpha seed flooded his greedy passage. His muscles along his abdomen worked without him telling them to, burning as unfamiliar body parts woke up and began directing that flood of semen to his womb. Stiles gasped and writhed and another pulse of fluids shot out of his cock. Derek lowered his head to stare down at Stiles, eyes wide and expression glazed as he continued to tremble through the longest, most drawn out orgasm of his life. Stiles knew that Alphas only knotted with omegas, and they only came small amounts outside of a knotting, so Derek was likely drunk on pleasure. He reached up and ran his hand over the fluttering pulse points revealed to him by Derek’s shirt riding low on his neck where Stiles must have torn it in the heat of the moment. It was already destroyed so he had no reservation in drawing his claws down it and separating the fabric like a vest. He ran greedy, possessive hands over Derek’s defined chest and the beginnings of a six-pack on his young body. He’d be gorgeous and ripped in a year or two, that was for damn sure. He was already gorgeous!

“You’re gorgeous,” Stiles muttered, used to saying whatever popped into his head.

“Yeah,” Derek panted, mind still half gone with lust. He rolled his hips again and let out a cry that sounded as if it was torn from him as the pleasure and surges of come started up again, “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!”

“I know,” Stiles breathed, rolling his own hips and milking a whimper from Derek, “It’s so good you almost want it to stop because it’s scary good. Like… overwhelming and almost painful but still so, so good.”

Derek reached down and grasped Stiles’ cock and he let out a sound like a startled dog. Derek was too far gone to speak, but he narrowed look and deepened eyebrows said enough: if you’re still talking I’m not doing this right . Stiles silently agreed. After all, it was the first time he’d had an Alpha’s hands on his dick, though he had understood the previous urgency. Now, however, with bonding almost complete and their bodies tied together for the next half hour or so, it made more sense to enjoy each other. Derek worked his shaft the way he probably did his own; with rough, firm strokes that had Stiles gasping for breath. He twisted his hand on the downstroke, right around the head, and then surged up fast. Stiles was completely wrecked. He was filled up, his prostate was being prodded whenever Derek’s hips rolled, and his most sensitive parts were being stroked with a possessive grip. He shook through an unbelievably satisfying orgasm, his toes curling and his neck arching as if he wanted to be bitten again. His body was out of fluids to produce for anything besides slick, but that didn’t stop Stiles from moaning as pleasure shot up and down his spine. His clench on Derek’s cock milked his knot again and the young Alpha let out a savage snarl before biting down on an unmarked place on Stiles’ neck. He gnawed at him like a bone and Stiles whimpered as the pain only fired up his desire. He surged into another climax and sobbed as his body shook and burned. Derek gave his hips another firm roll, pushing as deeply into Stiles as he could, and let out a long, low, almost pained moan.

“Oh gods,” Derek choked out, pushing up to give himself more room, “Oh my gods , you’re sucking on my dick!”

Stiles wanted to argue that he was not sucking, he was being well and thoroughly fucked, thank you very much, but then he noticed his muscles had started to roll in his abdomen again and they must have gotten it right this time because Derek was shaking above him. A line of drool dripped from the Alpha’s slack jaw and Stiles snorted in amusement, reaching up to wipe it off and then wipe his hand on the bed.

“Breathe, my Alpha,” Stiles soothed. He knew that Omegas tended to be out of it before mating and aware after, and that Alphas were the reverse, but this was ridiculous! Had he been a salivating ball of hormones during the car ride? Stiles thought back and decided that yes, he probably had done a bit of drooling and heavy breathing. Thank goodness Alphas liked a bit of mindless rutting when claiming was upon them. He knew in time they’d both become less animalistic in their urges, but for now it was all he could do to sooth the flushed Alpha above him.

“Stiles,” Derek moaned softly, dropping his head to his shoulder, “ Stiles .”

“I’m here,” Stiles soothed, stroking his hands along his back beneath his tattered shirt, “I’m here, my Alpha. Derek. My mate .”

“Stiles!” Derek shouted suddenly, and let out a wrecked sob as his entire body shuddered.

The knot began to deflate and Stiles let his body relax as the hormonal tide ebbed. Derek popped free and simply slid to the floor, head resting on Stiles’ thigh where his legs had dropped to hang awkwardly off the bed. Every muscle in Stiles’ body hurt but he was pounding with energy that hadn’t been present before hand. It was the nesting urge starting up. He was feeling an intense affection for Derek, and the urge to get up and pamper him was overwhelming the discomfort in his stretched tendons and aching joints. He pushed himself upright, fighting off the dizziness as his blood tried to remember it’s normal day-to-day job and settled other places besides his swollen ass and now limp cock. He reached down to stroke Derek’s hair and the disoriented Alpha looked up at him with glazed, heavy eyes.

“Mine?” Derek mumbled.

“Yours,” Stiles promised.

“Hungry,” Derek replied, and sagged sideways to collapse on the floor.

Stiles chuckled and stood up, joints protesting loudly and muscles getting in a some silent complaint as well. He stretched, ignoring the fluids running down the back of his legs, and headed for the bathroom. He stuffed a towel between his legs and behind his bollocks to catch the mess and washed his hands before waddling to the small fridge in the room. He pulled out a wrapped salad and a bottle of juice and headed for Derek. He had no way to lift the heavy Alpha, so he sat on the floor, guided Derek’s head to his lap, opened the food and drink, mixed the dressing, and began to gently feed his tired Alpha. Derek was asleep, but his instincts to eat after mating were in full effect. He opened his mouth like a hungry bird, chewed thoroughly, and swallowed obediently. Stiles recalled his training and kept a careful eye on Derek, knowing some Alphas choked in this state. He slept deeply but ate without issue, so once the salad and juice were gone Stiles lay him flat, checked his mouth for stray morsels, and then covered him up with a blanket. He found a shirt and some boxers in a suitcase that smelled like Derek and put them on before hesitantly opening the front door. It wasn’t fair to leave Mrs. Hale standing out there.

“Ma’am?” Stiles chirped, flushing red as she turned her head and sniffed the air loudly, “Um… we’re done… he’s sleeping…”

“Did you feed him?”

Stiles nodded, eyebrows furrowing in insult, “Carefully, and I got him some fluids, too.”

“Good omega,” She replied absently, entering the room to check on Derek and making a face at the scent, “I think I’ll request another room for the duration of our stay. Your heat is on strong so it wouldn’t make sense to move you now. Do you need anything?”

Stiles opened his mouth to reply, but his stomach beat him to it and growled loudly. He grinned sheepishly and Mrs. Hale gave him a fond smile.

“What was your name again?”

“Stiles, ma’am.”

“It’s Talia or mom now, your choice for which. I’ll go downstairs and get you two some proper food. I’m sure there wasn’t much in the fridge.”

Stiles shook his head in acknowledgement and she pecked a kiss to his forehead, “Welcome to the family, Stiles.”

She turned and left the room while Stiles stood there feeling warm inside and out. His Alpha snored loudly on the floor and he let out a sigh of happiness. His life was about to start and it looked as if his Alpha were a strong and intelligent man who Stiles could respect and adore. He could picture himself kneeling at Derek’s feet while he helped his mother with whatever important work she did. He’d be so smart for him. He’d remember important details so Derek didn’t have to and eat from his fingers and bring him coffee…

Stiles let out a happy sigh and crawled onto the bed that smelled more like Derek rather than Talia (mom?). He curled up, pulled the blankets over himself, and let himself fall into the deep slumber of a sated omega after caring for their Alpha.