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In theory, mating runs are always gussied up to be something animalistic, and returning to your roots to find the one that’ll chase you, want you so much that they’ll rush through a forest to find you, and consummate the new beginnings where our ancestors did, in such a primal and powerful way. They’re this idealistic idea that gives people who can’t find love through proper means a way to find it when the moon is fat and low in the sky, the air is crisp and electric with excitement, and the ground is cold underfoot, and the prospect of finding a mate like their ancestors did makes your legs pump harder, scent oil drip from the glands to leave a teasing trail so an Alpha who likes your scent enough will follow it, work for it; for you.

But that’s all in theory—or, in actuality, it only happens in a very small percentage of cases; that idealistic, picture-perfect mating run only happens to a few, with a hungry Alpha following your scent long enough to stay interested, to want you. Most Omegas spend hours camped out under a fat, full moon, slathering their scent on every leaf, tree trunk, or shrub they pass, hoping the sound of thundering footfalls is of an Alpha following their trail. Most of the time, those Alphas lose interest, or are chasing another, prettier, nicer-smelling Omega, and all you can do is watch in barely-contained jealousy, the confidence in how appealing your scent is wavering as hours pass. Then, you have the humiliating experience of dragging yourself back to the starting line so you can check out and not think about this failed mating run.

It’s exactly what happens to Buck. He’s left standing in a clearing with another Omega, both of them lamenting about the fact that they got passed by several Alphas who barely spared them a cursory sniff and a single fleeting glance over their bodies before rushing off to follow the scent trail that didn’t lead back to them, disappointment building as the Alpha’s footfalls grow distant.

Buck puffs out a breath, shoving his hands in the pockets of his thin, linen pants. “One of the Alphas even told me good luck! Like, I know I’m tall for a Male Omega, but… I… ugh, I knew this was a bad idea,” Buck grumbles to the woman, Mary, who is a short, pale Omega with dark red hair, thick glasses perched on her pointed nose, and gemstone green eyes.

“Tell me about it,” Mary huffs, kicking a stray stick out of her path as they trample through the forest on their way back to the starting line to lounge around the large bonfires that have been crackling on for hours to warm up newly mated, exhausted and sated pairs, lone Omegas who have given up, and lone Alphas who also gave up chase after thundering around the forest for hours to no avail. “One of the Alphas told me I smell like olives. Olives! I don’t think I’m ever going to come back from that,” Mary groans as she runs a hand through her hair, grimacing when she finds a stray leaf in it. She plucks it, crushes it in her palm, and discards it as Buck grimaces beside her.

“I think you smell wonderful, Mary. You smell like a bakery, honestly, like warm bread,” Buck says as he ducks underneath a low-hanging branch that Mary glides underneath effortlessly, seeing as she’s about a foot shorter than Buck. “Those knotheads are idiots for passing you up,” Buck holds his hand out to shove away a shrub to clear a path for them, the smell of crackling smoke getting thicker as they get closer to camp.

“Same goes for you,” she huffs, looking at him with piercing gem eyes. “Don’t let being tall get you down, Buck. You’re sweet, caring, and anyone who interacts with you will see it. You’ll meet your match, I just know it.” Mary smiles at him as she walks past him, skirting through the thick shrubbery. She adjusts her glasses, opening her mouth, but no words come out. They die out as the sound of footsteps comes closer, the rushing grunts of an Alpha panting as he crashes through shrubbery and snaps sticks underfoot.

All the hair on Buck’s body stands, head swiveling as his eyes sharpen, looking for which direction the Alpha is coming from. Buck isn’t sure if the Alpha is chasing an Omega who came around this way—not likely, because Buck hasn’t heard any footsteps, or smelled another Omega other than Mary within a hundred feet that isn’t an hours-old scent trail from the beginning of the run—or the Alpha is chasing after his or Mary’s scent trail. Buck opens his mouth to speak, but before he can, he’s barreled into and taken to the ground by a huffy, growling Alpha and shoved into the dirt. Buck chokes on his yelp as the Alpha looms over him, Mary’s sharp gasp ringing in his ears as she nearly topples over a bush in her haste to back away from the Alpha.

Buck freezes underneath the Alpha, instincts and thoughts going haywire, body trembling as he tries to suck in greedy breaths to return the lost air back into his burning lungs. Oh, god, has he been mistaken for an Alpha again? Is he going to get his throat ripped out, or is he going to have to fight off the Alpha over him because he wants Mary and thinks Buck is standing in his way?

Oh, god, Buck can’t think straight—panic flushes his cheeks as his instincts howl at the smell of the Alpha pushing him deeper into the ground, dirt sticking to Buck’s sweat-slick cheeks and chin. “I-I’m an Omega!” Buck wheezes as he feels the Alpha settle over his back, getting close to his bared neck. Buck can’t really pick his head up much, not wanting to bring more attention to his head, but he can see Mary half-hidden behind the bush she nearly tripped over, obviously worried about him. “I-I’m not an Alpha! Don’t hurt me, oh, god, I-“

Buck freezes completely, body locking up as the Alpha’s nose brushes against the shell of his ear, and all Buck can do is swallow and try not to bask in the weight of an Alpha on him—stupid instincts, he might die, and he’s getting wet at the feeling of a big, strong Alpha strong enough to topple Buck. “I know,” a rough, husky voice laced with an Alpha growl croons in his ear, and there’s a hard cock pressing between his asscheeks. One of the Alpha’s hands slips down to grasp Buck’s waist, sinking into the softness there, and Buck’s mind goes completely blank.

“Oh! Have fun, Buck! See you… maybe!” Mary yelp and hasty retreat through the forest back to the starting point makes the Alpha above him chuckle, the vibration against his ear making Buck’s breath hitch. He almost wants to say something, maybe shout a goodbye to Mary, but the words are stuck in his throat as his instincts yelp and chirp in his head Strong Alpha! Strong Alpha! Yes, yes, strong Alpha.

Buck chokes on a noise that comes out soft and wanton as the Alpha ruts his cock between Buck’s asscheeks, the sharp points of claws on the Alpha’s hand—which are giant, from what Buck can feel—catch on the thin fabric of his linen pants, toying with the threads like he’s just waiting to tear them apart. “Omega,” the Alpha croons in his ear, a call to his inner-omega to rouse his instincts and choose whether the Alpha is a suitable mate for him. Buck notes that the Alpha’s voice is raspy from exertion, and Buck’s tummy flutters, wondering how long the Alpha had been tracking his scent. Buck is embarrassed to admit he got turned around a couple of times during his traipse through the forest, stumbling over his feet like an inelegant fawn and brushing his hands over every tree he saw in some daring hope an Alpha would follow his scent trail that was confusing even to Buck’s own nose.

If the Alpha found him, it meant he worked for it; worked for Buck. Nobody has worked this hard for him, and Buck feels a gush of slick drip from his hole, a shiver rushing up his spine. His head feels fuzzy, his mouth parched, and his lips dry as his instincts mewl at the thought of a strong, competent Alpha following his trail for hours to find him, to hunt him down in a way that’s movie-worthy. “A-Alpha,” Buck whispers, heeding the Alpha’s call to his instincts, and approving of it. Heat rushes through his veins, the warmth pooling in his tummy as slick oozes from his cunt, no doubt clear to the Alpha’s keen nose—Buck’s body is also heeding the call, and telling the Alpha how very, very ready he is.

Buck jerks slightly as the Alpha groans, inelegantly stuffing his nose in the crook of Buck’s neck, sharp fangs a teasing hint for what’s to come, and Buck happily smushes his cheek into the dirt to show more of his neck to the Alpha, eager and wanting. Buck can feel the way the Alpha’s cock throbs against his ass at the action, soft croons and gentle growls pressed into his skin along with open-mouthed, all-teeth kisses. The Alpha laps at his skin, dragging the tip of it through the scent oil his gland is weeping.

Buck’s breath hitches, heart hammering in his chest as the Alpha laps at his scent gland, coaxing more oil out of it like a bear licking into a beehive, coaxing more honey out of the honeycomb with gluttonous licks. “So sweet,” the Alpha moans, the heat radiating from his body warming Buck’s body marrow-deep, little mewls leaving Buck’s mouth as the Alpha sucks a hickey into the border of his scent gland. “Taste so fucking good, mierda,” the Alpha groans, the soft lilt of Spanish making Buck’s tummy warm even further. Then, without any hesitation, the Alpha pulls away and roughly rips down Buck’s pants, making him squeak as his ass and thighs are exposed.

He helps the Alpha, lifting his hips to help shimmy the waistband out from underneath him, dripping cock pressing into the loam underneath him, weeping precum in the space between the earth and Buck’s belly as his pants are tossed to the side. He’s thankful the Alpha didn’t decide to rip them, because Buck would like to not walk back into the clearing naked from the waist down, dripping an Alpha’s cum, showing that he had been claimed so blatantly and brazenly, an intimate display that, while not uncommon, makes Buck shudder at the thought of.

A hand comes up to clasp around his mouth as Buck mewls into his palm, suddenly shy—don’t get Buck wrong, he’s wanted and thought about this for years, being chased and hunted down like he’s worth the effort, being claimed on soft dirt in such an animalistic and pure way, but he’s not sure what to do now that this day has come. He feels so, so very shy and out of order, almost ashamed with how goddamn wet he is because all the alpha has done is rub his freakishly big cock against the swell of his ass. God, he looks desperate, doesn’t he?

Buck hopes the Alpha doesn’t realize that Buck isn’t a good mate.

-

Eddie cannot believe his luck. He signed up for the mating run after one too many unsubtle mentions about it from his family, something always along the line of it’s time for you to settle down. If not for yourself, for Chris. So, Eddie did—if only to go, do it, and say I went and nothing came out of it so they could stop mentioning it, or figuring out a way to work it into any conversation with him.

His mother had been the biggest peddler of the mating runs during mating season, always painting a picture of finding the one the same way our ancestors did; the same way your father and I did. She and his father told stories about it like some heaven-sent blessing that’d guide you to the one your mind and instincts sing in harmony for, chasing them down to show your dedication and want, and claiming each other underneath a full, fat moon—for fertility and propserity. Eddie doesn’t really believe in that kind of thing, just like he doesn’t believe in the universe or fate that his parents and happily mated couples all around him peddle.

Though after tonight, Eddie might need to restructure his outlook on his beliefs, because halfway into the first hour in the forest, ambling about and half-heartedly sniffing at the air with disinterest, Eddie got hit in the face with the most mouth-watering scent that made his cock twitch and his instincts roar in his brain to follow, follow, find Omega, find mate. Eddie’s never been a slave to his instincts, but tonight, his fast-moving feet and sniffing nose were all instinct-driven, following the warping and complicated trail almost blindly.

With each circle or backtracking that the Omega Eddie following did only fanned the flames burning in Eddie’s chest, eager and nearly foaming at the mouth with each inhale of sweet peaches, sun-warmed sand, and rich vanilla that covered pieces of bark that Eddie had to resist shoving his face into, or fallen leaves Eddie trampled underfoot as he followed the trail like a bloodhound. He ran forward with a single goal in his mind, the scent of sweet peaches, vanilla, and sand in his nose blocking out all of the other scents.

Throughout his run, he found himself passing a handful of attractive, lithe Omegas who didn’t even hold a torch to the scent trail he was following. Some smelled similar, but his instincts and keen nose after a cursory sniff told him they weren’t the one he was looking for, so he never acknowledged them past that glance and sniff. Of course, some of the Omegas tried to follow behind him, chirping and purring in that seductive lilt that’d make any lesser-brained, knothead Alpha drool, but Eddie brushed it off by picking up his pace until they couldn’t follow him anymore.

Eddie didn’t know how long he's been searching, but it’s been hours since the start of the run, that he knows—the fat moon was beginning to sink past the canopy of the trees Eddie stalked beneath, pre-dawn starting to lighten the sky. Frustration licked and nipped at his ankles like he was standing at a beach, letting the cold ocean water swirl around his feet before it slithers back into the ocean, leaving nothing but salty froth rings around his ankles.

It reminds him of the Omega’s scent, warm sand, sweet, almost too-ripe peaches drizzled in expensive vanilla; the smell of it makes Eddie drool, swallowing down thick wads of saliva that makes his throat click as he soldiers on, knowing somewhere deep in his chest, beyond the exhaustion building in his muscles and frustration making a sharp, taut like of his shoulders, that he’s getting closer. He doesn’t know what he catches first: the voices, or the scent of the Omega he’s been hunting for hours that grows stronger and more concentrated.

All that Eddie knows is that he’s found the Omega, and all previous exhaustion is forgotten as his feet sink into the leaf-covered earth, legs working as he rushes forward, crashing through shrubbery and feeling his pants snag on the branches without a care. He follows the heady, strong trail right into a small clearing, his nose filtering through the scent of another Omega he previously had ignored, so focused on his Omega, it hadn’t registered. Time seems to slow for a singular moment, Eddie’s brain working in overdrive as two Omegas come into view. One is a short woman with dark, fiery hair, thick-framed glasses, and cream-colored linen clothing hanging off her frame, loose-fitting and made to be ripped off with ease.

The other is tall, towering over the other omega walking by his side, blonde curly hair catching the sunlight. Eddie can't help but let his eyes wander, taking in the plushness of the omega's hips, the way his ass jiggles with each step, those mile-long legs, and his nose points toward the taller, male Omega as the one Eddie has been chasing, and not the smaller female. Surprise builds in his gut, but it’s quieted by the arousal and accomplishment that Eddie has been chasing for hours of finally finding his Omega—Eddie doesn’t bother questioning the Omega being the same sex as his, because his instincts know.

Eddie’s nose wiggles as he picks up the subtle scent of sadness and disappointment in the—his—Omega’s scent that sours that sweet scent. His instincts hiss at the disappointment marring his Omega’s scent, wanting nothing more than to fix it, love and care for the Omega until nothing but happiness comes through. It’s clear to Eddie that his Omega had been clearly heading back to the starting point of the run, likely to sign himself out and show that he’s voluntarily giving up before dawn hits and the run is officially considered over. Eddie almost wants to growl that the thought of the Omega thinking that nobody wanted him, but he almost finds it good—because that leaves the Omega for Eddie and Eddie only.

Time snaps back into regular speed, Eddie’s legs carry him forward, and Eddie tackles the Omega. He takes them to the floor, crushing the blond to his chest and smelling the surprise color that sweet scent as Eddie accidentally knocks the wind out of the blond. Not his finest moment, but his instincts and growling and howling at him to take the Omega right there, even when the other Omega is standing right there, watching them.

Eddie’s eyes cut up to the red-haired woman, watching green eyes widen behind thick frames. Eddie’s lip curls slightly, and the Omega’s feet carry her backward so far that she nearly trips over a shrub behind her. Eddie huffs slightly, instincts soothed at the distance, wanting just him and his Omega alone in the clearing. “I-I’m an Omega!” His Omega’s words cut through the fog in Eddie’s mind, making him swallow thickly. Does the blond seriously think Eddie doesn’t know that? He’s hunted him for hours, followed his complicated scent trail even when it made no sense to his nose and took more brainpower than his instincts would allow to figure out, and finally got him here. “I-I’m not an Alpha! Don’t hurt me, oh, god, I-“

Oh, Eddie sees how it is—his sweet Omega was probably mistaken for another Alpha, and he thinks that Eddie wants the red-haired Omega. Amusement curls in his chest, soft and warm, but it dims at the rigid, sharp edge of panic burning harshly in the Omega’s scent, smelling like low tide and rotten fruit. Eddie’s lip curls slightly, wanting to diminish the panic, his cock hard and throbbing in his pants as he finally has his Omega underneath him.

Unable to stand the smell of panic any longer, Eddie leans forward, running his nose along the sweaty shell of the blond’s ear, nosing past a stray curl along the way. “I know,” Eddie rasps, panting slightly against the Omega’s ear as he tips his hips down, settles his weight along the Omega, and slots his hard cock between soft, fat asscheeks. One of Eddie’s hands slides against the ground to come down and rest on the Omega’s hip, dirt-covered fingertips sinking into the softness there, and his claws begin to emerge, ready to rip the Omega’s clothes off and ravish him right here.

Panic bleeds out of the Omega’s scent, rotten fruit and low tide replaced by even sweeter peaches, vanilla, and the smell of warm, sandy shores. It makes arousal coil in Eddie’s core, a rumble crawling up his throat, pleased with himself for ridding the Omega of his panic. Pride swells in his chest, pushing against his ribs as he breathes in cool air to soothe his burning lungs, soaked in the Omega’s scent. It makes Eddie want to slice open a hole in the Omega’s pants, shove his own down, and sink into the tight, wet heat that he can smell with how much slick the blond is weeping.

He can’t do that, though, with the other Omega here.

His eyes slide over to her, watching her cheeks flush under Eddie’s dark, strong gaze. She’s half-hidden behind a shrub, looking unsure of what to do, frozen in place. Thankfully, when their eyes meet, she gets the memo. Thankfully, the woman rushes away with words that Eddie doesn’t catch as he leans down to snuffle at the blond’s neck, wanting to chase the sweet scent from the source. “Omega,” he calls first, rousing the inner-omega, and laying his desires on the table: claim, mates, love.

He can hear the rough, rattling breath the Omega takes and breathes out, little keens and Omegan sounds floating in the air. Eddie waits, trying to keep his body from tensing or showing signs of anything but want that could be perceived as annoyance or frustration that the call to his claim and desires is taking so long to be assessed. Honestly, Eddie is happy to loom over the Omega, breathing in the scent of peaches and vanilla.

“A-Alpha,” the Omega mumbles softly, desire and wanton need coloring his shaky declaration. Eddie groans, rutting his hips forward to slide his bulge between the Omega’s asscheeks as he stuffs his face in the blond’s neck, which he can do because his claim has been accepted. He smells so goddamn sweet, and Eddie’s sweet tooth is singing in happiness as he laps up the scent oil bleeding from puffy, sensitive glands.

The first taste is like sugar and honey, the sweet oil with a pleasant zing coating Eddie’s tongue; he can already tell he will be easily addicted to the Omega as he dips down for more, pressing all-teeth kisses along the gland to express more oil out so his awaiting tongue can lap it up.

It’s messy, oil and saliva dripping down Eddie’s chin as he groans, ravishing the blond with tongue and teeth that have him shaking underneath Eddie. “So sweet,” Eddie groans, unable to hold his oil-slick tongue. Eddie nuzzles into sweaty flesh, nipping at it and watching the pale skin bloom red. It makes something deep and primal inside of him croon at the sight of his marks standing out so clearly on the Omega’s pale skin, wanting to add to them until there is a galaxy painted upon the column of his neck that’ll surround the mating bite that’ll rest there soon.

The thought of sinking his teeth into the blond’s neck has his cock throbbing as he laps at his lips, chasing the sweet oil there. “Taste so fucking good, mierda,” the Spanish slips off his oil-slick tongue with ease, making him groan softly as the Omega’s hips tilt up into his rutting cock, the overpowering scent of slick reaching Eddie’s nose. Eddie’s eyes nearly roll back into his head at the smell, wanting nothing more than to sink his cock into the blond’s dripping cunt, lock his knot, and sink his teeth into pale flesh before the moon is replaced with the rising sun.

Eddie’s hands scrabble for the Omega’s waistband, leaning back to give himself room to work down the blond’s pants to expose a valley of smooth, pale skin that Eddie wishes to mark up. That’ll have to be for another day, because Eddie’s weeping a waterfall of precum into his pants, and it’s getting uncomfortable. He’s going to start chafing at this point, and it’ll ruin the entire experience, in his opinion. The Omega squeaks when his ass and thighs are exposed, but he dutifully lifts his hips to allow Eddie to shimmy the waistband out from where it’s stuck underneath him, working the linen pants down mile-long legs speckled with little white scars and golden freckles.

The ripe, drool-worthy scent of slick colors the humid air, making Eddie’s brain feel fuzzy as he tosses the pants off to the side for future use. He knows that sometimes newly mated pairs march out of the forest as naked as the day they were born, unashamed to show off the remnants of sex and bonding on their bodies, but Eddie has a possessive streak—his Omega and the signs of their mating beyond the fresh bite mark that’ll soon lay upon a long, pale neck is for his eyes only.

The Omega whines softly, trembling slightly as slick gushes from a pink pussy hidden between strong tights and supple asscheeks. “Look at you,” Eddie whispers softly, unable to keep his hands to himself—not that he needs to, honestly. His hands grasp big handfuls of the blond’s round asscheeks, dimpling the flesh and gaining a soft whimper from the blond as Eddie gropes him eagerly. “Dios, just… look at you. So fucking gorgeous, ¿cómo tuve tanta suerte?” A soft gasp leaves the blond, shy arousal coloring the Omega’s scent as Eddie breathes in greedy lungfuls; he’ll be tasting peaches, sand, and vanilla on the back of his tongue for days, if not weeks, after this.

Maybe his whole life, if he’s lucky.

“I-I, annnh,” a soft mewl leaves the Omega’s mouth from where he has his hand pressed against it, muffling his sounds. Eddie’s ministrations pause when he realizes the blond is deliberately muffling his sounds, making him frown.

His hands fall away from supple asscheeks to press into the ground on either side of the blond’s torso, looming over him as he nuzzles into a sliver of uncovered shoulder, staring at wide, teary blue eyes. “Why are you hiding your sounds? I want to hear you,” Eddie murmurs, canine catching on skin and leaving a dark, blooming welt behind. The blond jumps slightly, hand falling away, and what looks to be an apology on his tongue that Eddie silences with a croon. “Don’t apologize, pretty boy. I just wanna hear you feeling good,” Eddie soothes, nose sliding a long, slow path along a sweaty cheek, interrupting a tear in its sharp, downward path as it falls from the blond’s eye.

A weary sigh leaves plush lips, and instead of pressing his hand back to his lips, the Omega presses it flat against the earth, looking bashful and a little embarrassed. “Good,” Eddie mumbles as he presses a kiss against the Omega’s right brow, snuffling and crooning into sweaty skin. “I want to hear all your pretty sounds as I make you feel good,” Eddie whispers, watching the ruddy flush coloring the blond’s face deeper at Eddie’s rough, husky words. “Do you want that, pretty boy?” Eddie mumbles, a soft groan leaving his mouth as his cock throbs in his pants.

“U-Uh-huh,” the affirmative comes along with a sugary moan that makes Eddie groan, cock pulsing in his thin pants. “Wan’ it, please,” the desperation, the want in the Omega’s voice makes Eddie’s shoulders shake slightly, groaning as a crashing swell of arousal pumps through his body.

“I’ll give it to you,” Eddie groans, a soft growl rumbling in the back of his throat. Eddie walks himself back with his hands, cock heavy and dripping in his pants as he hooks his thumb in the waistband of the linen pants, dragging it down until his cock springs free, balls flopping out as Eddie snaps the band underneath them. His cock is hot, flushed, and dripping thick globs of precum, dark head slick with the viscous liquid. Eddie groans softly as he takes himself in his hands, using the oozing precum to slick up the rest of his shaft as he stares between the blond’s legs, gazing at a shiny pussy. “Dios mio,” Eddie whispers as he licks his lips and shuffles forward, pinning quivering thighs to the forest floor with his weight as he straddles them to get the right angle.

Eddie nudges his cockhead against the blond’s folds, sliding through a waterfall of wetness that has Eddie hissing through his teeth, lust heavy in his veins. His hips jerk forward involuntarily, bumping his cockhead against a weeping hole that feels molten. “Please,” the Omega cries, shoulders hunching, and hips popping out a little more to nudge Eddie’s cockhead deeper, desperate to take him. “I-I c-can take it, please,” the blond pants into the loam, want and need an undeniable undercurrent coloring every word he mewls.

“Fuck,” Eddie whispers to himself as he nudges his cockhead against a dripping hole, trying to steady himself as he presses one hand into the ground while the other keeps his heavy, throbbing shaft steady. Eddie doesn’t hesitate, looking at the tense, bent bow of the Omega’s spine, and Eddie knows if he wasn’t sitting atop the blond’s thighs, pinning them down, he’d be ass-up, face down in a perfect presenting position. The thought makes Eddie drool as he shoves his hips forward, forcing his cockhead into the tight, dripping cunt of his Omega. The heat makes Eddie feel like he’s melting, like an ice cream left out in the heat to sweat and melt under the sweltering sun.

Eddie’s trying very hard not to shove the entirety of his cock inside the shivering, sobbing blond and not act like a pussy-driven knothead. Saliva floods his mouth, and Eddie has to press his lips into a thin line to keep any from seeping out and drooling down his chin as he sinks deeper with each slow, jerking rut of his hips. Eddie didn’t think the Omega could get any more perfect, but clearly, he’s been proven wrong—his cunt is like a damn vice, suffocating Eddie’s shaft. He’s tight, warm, and driving Eddie insane with each squeeze and clench as Eddie finally sinks in balls-deep.

A thin line of drool escapes down Eddie’s chin as he pants, trying to swallow it all before there’s a waterfall of it rushing down from his mouth. His mind feels fuzzy as he listens to the wanton moans and keens leaving the blond’s mouth as he trembles underneath Eddie. Eddie sits still for a moment, relishing in the tight vice around his cock while he allows the Omega to adjust to his thick girth. As much as the blond promised that he could take it, Eddie doesn’t want to hurt him by jumping the gun and fucking him before he’s fully adjusted.

“M-Mooove,” the blond whines, hips trying to tilt and maneuver in a way that allows him to ride Eddie’s cock shallowly, cunt squelching as it pulses around his shaft. Eddie growls, planting his hands into the earth, feeling the dirt compact underneath his fingernails as he drags his hips out until only his cockhead remains. Then, without any preamble, Eddie snaps his hips forward, beginning a sharp, devouring pace. Eddie fucks him in short, sharp snaps of his hips, driving his cock deep inside the Omega, displacing slick in torrents.

Each thrust punches a pretty, breathless unh, ungh, anh, ahhn out of popped-open, plush lips. The noises echo in the small clearing carved out of the forest, the smack of Eddie’s balls hitting the blond’s dripping folds, and his abdomen making contact with jiggling asscheeks accompanying the wanton keens. Eddie groans as he continues to fuck deep, feeling with every thrust that he’s slowly losing it—the heat, the way the blond takes him perfectly, and the sounds he makes… Dios, the sounds are like a symphony to Eddie’s ears, crooned opera, and the tandem of string instruments makes a beautiful harmony that Eddie could listen to forever.

Eddie’s fingers curl into the earth, raking long, dragging lines in the loam as his instincts roar in his ears just like the blood that pounds there does—he can feel himself losing his iron-clad hold he has on his instincts as he mates with the Omega Eddie wants to spend his life with. His teeth grow sharper in his mouth, nicking his lips and pushing into his tongue that still holds the taste of delicious, honeyed scent oil.

Then, his claiming fangs descend out of his gums with a sharp, slicing motion, the rich tang of blood momentarily mixing with his saliva before he gulps it down, chasing the taste of oil that remains in the crevices of his molars. His claws come out with a snick, sinking deep into the ground, sharp blades at his fingertips as he loses himself to the animalistic instincts they talk about—underneath a fat, full moon, Eddie feels more beast than man as his hips pound forward, chasing the rich, sweetening glut of his Omega’s scent that permeates the air.

Inside his head, beside the thought of keep this rhythm, he likes it, the chant of breed, claim, breed, claim replaces half-sane thoughts that float in the back of Eddie’s head, that are along the lines of he’s so tight, so perfect; he sounds beautiful and smells like fucking sin. Thoughts become a construct Eddie doesn’t care to remaster, want heavy on his tongue as he continues to work his hips forward, an abundance of lust filling his core.

Eddie feels heavy with it, encumbered with the heavy weight of singing pleasure as he continues to chase the feeling, gluttonous and unstoppable. His Omega’s cunt tightens around Eddie’s cock, squeezing him in tight, uncoordinated pulses as his pretty boy hitches his hips up slightly, a beautiful bend in his back, to give Eddie a better angle to pound his cunt. Eddie growls, the sound ripping from somewhere deep inside of him as his knuckles flush white as his fingers curl deeper into the ground, digging deep grooves there.

“FFu…uuuck,” Eddie groans, drool slipping down his chin in slippery rivulets, pants puffing from his mouth, making him feel like a dragon pumping out ember-filled smoke from his throat. Eddie feels red-hot with lust, akin to the way he feels when he’s in rut. He knows that mating season generally coincides with the first heat or rut of spring, generally weeks before it hits, so newly mated couples may spend it together after the mating run. Something about ensuring a lot of well-bred Omegas, and upping the population, or something. Eddie’s rut isn’t too far off, and he’s likely feeling a pseudo-rut wave, a taste of what’s to come when he spends the real thing with his Omega.

“U-Unngg-ooood, s-so good, so good, I-I, I-“ his pretty boy sobs beautiful sounds of pleasure as Eddie pounds him into the ground, pushing them closer to their orgasms with each sharp, strong snap of Eddie’s hips. His cock throbs deep inside the Omega, sweat pouring down his back as he pants into the sex-humid air. Eddie feels like he’s losing his mind, higher thoughts slipping through his fingers like water, but he still can’t help but think about how lucky he got.

-

Buck doesn’t think he’s aware of anything but the Alpha fucking deep inside his cunt, pressing him down into the forest floor, that thick cock sinking in and out of him without mercy, displacing slick with each thrust. He feels fuzzy, his head filled with a haze of fog that leaves him floaty, detached from everything but the pleasure he feels and his Alpha—his world begins and ends with the Alpha; his Alpha.

Tears pour down his face, weak cries of pleasure and sobs of need leaving his cocked-open mouth as he’s jerked back and forth with each thrust. He knows he’ll be sore tomorrow, maybe he’ll carry the satisfying bone-deep ache with him until his last dying breath, bruises and hickeys blooming on his skin like stars lighting up the dark sky. Dawn still hasn’t broken, but Buck had lost all concept of time hours ago, as he had been forbidden to wear his watch to keep track of time. Apparently, watching the minutes tick by without any interest from Alphas is distressing for a lot of Omegas, so any item that could tell time was forbidden to be had out in the woods during the run. Plus, it made the county not liable for any items broken during the run.

Buck’s fingers dig into the earth, desperate for any sense of purchase as he’s pounded into the ground, orgasm building; he feels like a house on fire about to experience a flashover, hotter than the surface of the sun, and unable to focus on anything but his Alpha and the cock forcing his cunt open. Sobs leave his mouth, and Buck can feel the vibrations of the sounds traveling through his throat, blood rushing in his ears as his orgasm builds, builds, and builds.

Dirt clings to his chin as his body is moved with each thrust, nearly boneless in the height of pleasure. His pussy spasms, his cock throbs where it’s been weeping a deluge of precum against his belly, and his mind goes beautifully blank as his orgasm hits—heat rushes through his body, and Buck feels one strike away from lighting ablaze. Pleasure burns in his core as he shivers and shakes apart, sobbing and mewling into the soft loam that he’s drooling and crying on.

His cock throbs and spurts sticky cum on his clenching stomach, while his pussy gushes slick, squirting; he drenches the earth and his inner thighs with it. His Alpha groans as Buck orgasms, pace wavering for a breath before it returns to the same rhythm as before, stroking the flames of arousal in Buck’s belly, and fucking him through his orgasm.

The heavy fog of pleasure clogging up Buck’s mind lifts, and the thoughts drift in, filling his nearly blank mind with alpha, alpha, alpha as that thick, throbbing cock fucks in and out of his cunt, ruining him for anyone else. Not that Buck would get with anyone else, of course; his body has already been claimed by the Alpha—he’s just missing the mating bite, honestly—and Buck doesn’t think anyone would ever compare to his Alpha. He doesn’t think anyone could live up to that perfect cock forcing his walls to stretch for it, the tease of a fattening knot that’ll surely ruin Buck for anyone and anything, including his knotted dildo & inflatable knot that he uses during heats. Not that he’ll need them with his Alpha being there.

Buck tries to gasp out words—what words, he does not know; every attempt at conjuring any is thwarted when his Alpha sinks deep inside him—through his sobs and mewls of pure ecstasy, but he can’t. All he can do is sink his fingers into the ground, rock with each thrust, and whine his pleas with desire coating every sound, making it very clear what he wants: his Alpha’s knot and his bite.

His head tilts to the side, the long path a homing beacon for his scent gland that the Alpha greedily pushes his face into, thrusts never wavering as teeth glide across the swollen gland, teasing for what’s to come. Buck can feel the lazy half-smirk, half-smile that presses into his skin when Buck whines his want, a stuttered ple-plea-plea-…see drooling from his open mouth. His entire body jerks when the knot at the base of his Alpha’s cock presses in, pops out, and teases his hole with each snap.

“Close,” his Alpha rasps, dark brown hair falling in Buck’s cloudy view, tears making it hard to get a good look at the man that’s fucking him like a beast with reckless abandon. Claw-tipped fingers squeeze his hips, keeping Buck’s body still; he can feel the sting of sharp, red lines being carved into his flesh, but the pain adds to the pleasure. “S-…. So fu-fucking close,” he groans, and Buck moans his desire, cunt cinching tight around that throbbing shaft, wanting to tease that knot to fullness so it locks deep inside of him.

His Alpha heeds his desire, fucking his knot in and out of Buck’s pussy, teasing and grinding on each in-thrust as the knot bloats more and more with each pound. Buck gazes listlessly in front of him, unable to see past his tears as he rides the burning pleasure in his core, overstimulation, and his second orgasm racing forward to see which one will overwhelm him first.

Mewls and sugary ah, anh, unghs leave his mouth as the Alpha fucks impossibly deeper, the tip of his cock nudging Buck’s cervix. It makes him tremble, his hips trying to tip upward a little more to ensure each thrust knocks against his cervix, drool working down his chin to nourish the earth underneath him. Growls slip from his Alpha’s mouth, hot breath puffing against Buck’s neck and scent gland, making his shoulders shake.

Above him, his Alpha sound rabid—growls that’d make anyone near them turn back from fright spill from his mouth, sharp, claiming fangs press into Buck’s neck, the fronts of pearly whites like hot knives against his skin, and his strong thrusts speak to a strong, virile Alpha in-tune with his instincts and not afraid to lose himself in them a little. It’s hotter than it should be, but mating runs are always advertised as the time to lose yourself to your instincts, and return to your animalistic roots.

Buck drools openly, unable to stop it as his Alpha’s knot catches, pulled out harshly once before it’s shoved back in, allowed to fatten to its full thickness and lock deep inside of him. The pressure of a fist-sized knot spreading him wide makes Buck shake apart, sobs and gurgled shouts of pleasure leaving his mouth as his orgasm seizes him once more, losing his mind as he squirts again.

His mind is stuffed with cotton, and his ears are no different, as his body is torn apart by the vicious howl of victory muffled in his neck before fangs descend on his neck, sinking into the fat gland there and claiming Buck completely. Hot cum splashes against his cervix as Buck’s eyes roll upward, sobbing out choked sounds that leave him gasping and trembling due to the lack of air from all the stimulation.

Buck feels claimed inside and out, and it’s glorious.

-

Eddie feels rabid, a vicious beast unmuzzled as his knot sinks into the feverishly hot pulsing walls of his omega's cunt. A roar bubbles in his throat as he opens his mouth, letting the sound free; it echoes loudly in the forest, startling the few birds that remain in the forest from their roosts in the trees as Eddie roars in victory and claim. It’s letting any remaining Alphas know that the Omega is his, and will be his forever, with Eddie’s cum painting his cunt, and his neck exposed to perfectly take Eddie’s bite. His mouth opens wide as his roar tapers off against the Omega’s neck, fangs scraping against delicate skin as Eddie carves a short path to the dribbling scent gland that is going to look perfect bearing his bite mark.

Eddie bites down with enough force to break the skin and sink his teeth into the delicate gland to pump it full of claiming venom, the bitter-tasting liquid mixing with the honeyed oils. Eddie groans into the blond’s neck, feeling soft whimpers vibrate against his fangs. Eddie’s hips grind forward, unable to move much thanks to his knot locked deep inside a quivering cunt, but he can still grind it deeper, stimulating both of them with the movements of his hips. Eddie pants against the blond’s neck, unwilling to pull his teeth out just yet, ensuring that Eddie’s claiming venom mixes fully to claim his Omega.

Eddie groans when he realizes his thick, virile semen is being expelled from the Omega with how much he’s pumping inside the blond, dripping into the earth to mix with the slick and squirt already there. He croons softly into the Omega’s neck, where he remains latched, soothing the soft, disappointed sound that comes from the pretty thing.

A moment passes as Eddie croons and chuffs, tugging his teeth free to gaze eagerly at the puffy, bloody bite mark marring the blond’s nape. Eddie looks at it for another moment before he shakes his head, chastizing himself—he can look at it later, but it must be tended to first. Carefully, he laps up blood, oil, and venom, slathering his spit over the wound. Alpha venom mixed with spit creates a clotting agent that’s used to staunch the bleeding and seal the bite wounds, keeping his claiming venom in the inflated scent gland to ensure a strong bond. Eddie licks over his teeth, tasting the mix of blood, claiming venom, and scent oil on them. It’s an odd, but not unwelcome blend of tastes that Eddie gulps down.

His beautiful Omega groans softly, collapsing further into the ground, spent and boneless. Eddie grinds, the warm feeling of a budding bond blooming in his chest as he slowly begins to grind his hips to rouse beautiful whines from the Omega he’s pumping full with his cum, the desire for another pup is crawling up his spine and burrowing deep into muscle and bone. He’s never considered having another kid, probably because he’s never been with someone long enough to think about it—he’s always been focused on keeping the one he does have safe, sound, and cared for.

Well, Eddie can’t really say he’s been with this Omega long, seeing as he met him… who knows how long ago; it couldn’t be more than two hours ago, so his instincts might be jumping the gun here. But, his instincts do seem to know best, having sought out his Omega’s scent through dozens of others in the forest, and pushed Eddie to chase him, so. He might have to give them a little credit.

However, he can’t say the option for a second kid is off the table… well, that’s a conversation for after Eddie tells his Omega about his first kid.

Maybe he should’ve talked to his Omega before tackling him to the ground and taking him right there. Whoops.

Despite the claws on his hands, he pets at the Omega’s sides, gentle as he runs over pulsing red lines—that haven’t bled, thankfully—along where his hands were, clawing at the Omega’s hips as he fucked him with reckless abandon. Eddie croons softly as he leans down to press a soft kiss next to his mating bite, smiling at the syrupy sound the action pulls from the Omega. Underneath him, his beautiful Omega whines softly, face smushed into the dirt, breaths even and soft; he smells like a properly fucked, sated Omega, and pride almost crushes Eddie’s chest at the knowledge that he fucked his Omega into that happy, blissful state.

Now that Eddie feels less rabid—his fangs are beginning to recede, he knows his claws will follow after, and his mind is clearing of that animalistic fog—he finally remembers the necklaces they’re both supposed to wear with identification cards with information on them—Eddie’s is tucked underneath his shirt, as he put it there so it didn’t snag on anything while he darted around the forest on a wild goose hunt for his Omega—and goes searching for it.

He finds the soft twine after a moment of searching, pulling the Omega’s shirt collar down to snag it, and pulling until the laminated identification card comes into view. His Omega doesn’t move much, but one blue eye pops open to see what Eddie is doing. He doesn’t stir or make a fuss once he realizes Eddie has his identification card in hand; in fact, he closes his eyes again, happy to bask as he hangs off Eddie’s knot, full and sated.

Eddie holds the card in his hand, flipping it over to find what he’s looking for. It’s basic information: height, weight, designation, name, unique identification number, and other technical things, more for the mating run’s records than Eddie himself. Eddie skirts past height and weight, uncaring about either of them, and gets to the good stuff. Designation: Omega, duh. Eddie already knows that. Kind of obvious. It’s what is underneath name that Eddie wants to know.

Name: Evan Buckley; prefers Buck.

Buck. The nickname is a bit odd, but if that’s what Buck likes to be called, Eddie will call him that. “Buck,” Eddie mumbles the name to himself, tasting it on his tongue, and testing the word in his mouth. It tastes as honeyed as Buck does, and Eddie smiles before setting the identification card back down. Slowly, Eddie dips back down to nose a slow line up Buck’s neck, kissing the skin between his bite mark, and feeling Buck shiver.

He laps up sweat and the traces of blood, oil, and venom greedily, swallowing it and letting his hips roll forward, trying to fuck his cum past the cervix his cockhead is pressed against, and right into Buck’s womb. “Buck, huh?” Eddie croons, feeling the shiver that races down Buck’s spine, the Omega letting out a crackled, hitched sound—it tastes like honey and hope on Eddie’s tongue.

Eddie hadn’t even realized the Omega had gone slightly rigid underneath him, too engrossed with reading the identification card and wanting to know the name of the Omega Eddie hunted through the forest for hours. “Buck?” Eddie mumbles softly, a little worried about the rigid line the Omega has become, a complete one-eighty from the blissed-out thing he was a moment ago.

Tension seeps out of Buck’s shoulder at the call of his desired name, and he seems to sink deeper into the ground, a pleasant, cock-drunk sigh leaving his mouth. Eddie rumbles, pride swelling in his chest at the thought of pleasing his Omega so quickly into their mating by using his desired name, or nickname; it’d be hypocritical of Eddie not to, considering he regards himself with a nickname as well. “Nnhh,” Buck’s soft, breathless sound makes Eddie smile. Slowly, draping flaxen lashes split to reveal Buck’s bright blue eyes that gaze at Eddie with something warm that has Eddie feeling like he’s on top of the world.

Eddie smiles, nuzzling into Buck’s temple, and dips back down to check on the bite mark once more; he laps at a few of the spots that still well with blood, the taste of iron welcoming on his tongue. “’m Eddie,” Eddie whispers as he kisses a line up Buck’s neck, nuzzling against the bolt of the blond’s jaw, and kissing Buck’s cheek. “Eddie Diaz, amor,” the pet name gets a delicious shiver from Buck and a stammered attempt by Buck trying to form Eddie’s name on his sex-loose tongue. It’s an attempt, that’s for sure, but Eddie’s entire body rolls with heat at the sound of his name on his Omega’s tongue.

Eddie presses another kiss into Buck’s skin, savoring the bond that grows stronger by the minute between them.

-

Buck feels far too drunk off his orgasms and the claiming to actually speak—his horrible attempt of trying to say Eddie’s name being an example— but his mind is filled to the brim with his Alpha’s name: Eddie. Thoughts of Eddie, Eddie, Eddie, Alpha, my Eddie bleed through the sated fog, deeply pleased to finally know his mate's name and to hear his own from the Alpha's lips. Not his name, not Evan, but Buck—knowing that his Alpha respects his preferred name without blinking, or a why do you go by that? makes Buck feel giddy. It feels like coming home.

He'll surely feel gross and wet at some point, but right now, the ground feels like the most luxurious bed with his mate above him.

Despite not being able to speak, he answers Eddie's words with purrs and sighs of delight and pleasure, content to just lay under him. He reaches blindly behind him to take one of Eddie's hands in his and brings it to his lips, pressing a soft kiss to the knuckles. Despite the sweetness of the moment, Buck can't help but notice the difference between their hands—Eddie's large palms and long fingers intertwined with his stubbier digits—and imagine those same hands between his thick thighs playing with his cunt, squeezing his pecs, or even holding him by the wrist.

He's not even seen his alpha in full yet, but his scent and general demeanor have already charmed him beyond belief. He doesn't regret this. He knows he's in good hands, pun very much intended.

Eddie’s soft, warm chuckle and the jerk of his hips make Buck flush slightly, his thoughts straying back to sex showing from the quiver of his cunt around the fat knot stuck there. Instead of dwelling on it, he desperately tries to soak up the earth's coolness to cool his overheating body, his Alpha like a furnace above him. He doesn’t mind it much, and it’ll very much come in handy because Buck runs cold, and having an Alpha to stick his cold fingers and toes on will be a very big bonus. The thought of it makes Buck smile softly, laying underneath Eddie, content to be there until his knot finally goes down.

-

Eddie can’t help how much holding Buck’s hand makes him happy—to feel their fingers slot together, to be able to squeeze Buck’s calloused fingers and pet along worn knuckles, Eddie wonders what his mate does for a job. It’s clearly something with some sort of physical labor due to the callouses on the high of his palm, the roughness of his fingers, something that only comes through being hands-on for multiple months, if not years. Eddie’s gleaned the fact that his Omega is tall, built, and beautifully muscular, and it makes him curious as to what job title he holds. He wants to know all about his mate, get to know every detail, because he has full intentions of this not being a one-way bite that ties only the Omega to the Alpha, and not the other way around; he wants to wear his Omega’s mark proudly.

The thought of seeing his mate’s flushed face, those pretty pink lips split open to reveal Omegan fangs soon to sink into Eddie’s neck has his cock throbbing inside of Buck, which elicits a groaning, sharp keen from the blond, the Omega’s hips rolling back slightly to grind against his knot and try to drive him deeper despite the fact that Eddie is pressed right up against his cervix and he cant really go any deeper.

His knot pulses slightly, and Eddie grimaces at the feeling of it deflating, a curl of disappointment fluttering in his gut. A rush of cum spills out the moment his knot begins to weaken, splattering onto the ground, and making Eddie’s lip curl in annoyance—he’d kill to have a knot plug to keep all his cum inside Buck, but they’re in the middle of the forest, and Eddie doesn’t even own one of those. “Shit,” Eddie whispers as he pulls his cock free, the length dripping sticky cum and slick, flagging underneath its own weight.

Buck sinks to the ground once Eddie’s cock pops free like a marionette that has had its strings cut, weak pants and soft keens leaving his mouth as his thighs tremble with leftover overstimulation. Eddie shifts off to the side, flopping onto his butt next to Buck as he gazes at the blond’s cunt that oozes his cum like a leaky pipe, making Eddie feel flushed with pride.

Carefully, he tucks his softening cock back into his pants, grimacing at the feeling of the fabric against his cock. Then, he flops down next to Buck, brushing his hands off on his pants before dragging a mostly clean hand through sex-damp curls and catching the attention of tired, but radiant baby blue eyes. They’re the prettiest damn thing Eddie has ever seen, and Eddie feels his breath stolen away for a scarce moment as he takes in his mate’s face—beautiful, flushed apple cheeks, long lashes that flutter and drape against his skin when his eyes slip shut, curls that Eddie wants to nuzzle into and tug, and plush lips that are so fucking pink, Eddie almost believes if he swipes a thumb over them, lipstick will smear.

“Gorgeous,” Eddie whispers, eyes tracing every detail that he can see under the dark blanket of night, the moon so low that its light barely slips through the canopy. Eddie feels like there are about a thousand more things he could say, but he’s struck silent by the beauty of his mate—the beauty of Buck. Just… everything Buck, and Eddie can tell he’s already falling hard, if he hasn’t fallen already. Buck flushes, the blush on his face darkening under Eddie’s wide stare that takes in his face in picture-perfect detail, or as close as it can get with how dark it is. Carefully, Eddie extracts his hand from Buck’s curls, rubbing a knuckle along the side of Buck’s temple and cheek, dimpling the ruddy flesh underneath his digit. “So, so handsome—look at you,” Eddie murmurs, awestruck. “Look at my mate… so perfect, so fucking beautiful.”

Buck purrs softly at Eddie’s words, blue eyes flicking down toward the ground as the flush on his face gets deeper. His scent gets sharper—sweet peach, vanilla, and a sandy beach tinging with the sweetness of elated embarrassment and drool-worthy arousal. If the way Buck’s scent colors with his emotions doesn’t lead Eddie onto the fact that Buck has a praise kink, it’s the hitching mewl and deepening flush on his cheeks that does when Eddie tells him how pretty he is, how pretty his mate is that does.

Eddie tucks that information away for later to exploit the hell out of—everyone needs a bit of praise in their life, and Eddie thinks Buck would relish in some.

Still purring, Buck carefully shuffles out of the wet patch and crawls closer to him, moving in stilted motions. Eddie waits until he knows what Buck is doing, and realizes Buck is crawling into his arms when the blond is inches away from him. He breathes in deeply, a smile playing on his lips as he eagerly welcomes Buck into his arms. Trembling fingers carefully grasp at Eddie’s shirt as Buck tucks himself into Eddie’s embrace, chest-to-chest, as the blond rights himself. Eddie closes his arms around Buck as long legs work between his own to slot in with his, a curl-covered head resting on Eddie’s bicep, and sleepy blue eyes gazing at Eddie with the same look that’s on Eddie’s face: love.

Eddie thinks a lot about how Buck perfectly slots into his arms, and he realizes he’ll never get enough of having the blond in them; the way Buck tucks himself close, a little purr continuing to rumble on in his chest, and radiating the glow of a satiated, well-fucked Omega. Eddie thinks he could live and die out here in the forest so long as he doesn’t need to move, so he can have Buck in his arms for an eternity.

Buck looks at him for a while, hand coming to rest on Eddie’s cheek as blue eyes catalog Eddie’s features just as he did to the Omega. Buck’s thumb pets back and forth, and Eddie lets his eyes flutter slightly, coming to rest at half-mast. Buck continues to look at him for a long while, a tiny smile playing on his lips as he pets Eddie’s cheek with his thumb. Then, he shuffles impossibly closer and opens his mouth. “Ed-Eddie… Alpha,” Buck whispers, his voice a soft, crackled rasp, but it’s perfect. Eddie didn’t think he could hear his name said in such a way that makes his heart stumble in his chest, thundering on behind his ribs. Eddie has to swallow to hold down the howl that bubbles in his throat, breathing it out through his nose and moving to press his and Buck’s foreheads together.

“Buck,” Eddie whispers, “Omega.” Buck chirps softly, breathing in deep to suck in lungfuls of Eddie’s scent—smoked cinnamon whiskey, dark chocolate, and polished leather—just as Eddie is doing to Buck’s scent.

-

Eddie pants against Buck’s lips, kissing with tongue and teeth as he fucks the blond while they face each other. His hips pump forward, steadily shifting against the loam, and making bursts of the earthy scent to overwhelm Eddie’s nose. His hands rest on Buck’s hips as the blond mewls into the air between them, rocking his hips forward to help Eddie drive his cock deep into his cum-slick pussy. They’ve been kissing long enough for dawn to begin pulling back the dark blanket of night and the sun to slowly light up the sky.

Eddie groans, cock throbbing deep inside of Buck as he continues to drive his hips forward. Buck moans, his hand tight where it’s wrapped up in the front of Eddie’s shirt. “Wan’-“ Eddie’s throat clicks around his words, a deep groan choking them for a moment as his sensitive cock is enveloped in an addictive heat he doesn’t think he’ll ever get tired of. “Want you t-to bite me,” Eddie pants, pushing the words out with a little more force in his voice, making them husky and rasped.

Buck’s body jerks as if he’s been zapped with electricity, back bowing and pushing his chest against Eddie’s until he can feel the blond’s thundering heartbeat against his ribs. Eddie watches glossy blue eyes pop wide in shock, lips coming apart and moving like Buck has suddenly become a fish out of water. Buck stares at him like he’s grown a second or third head, then the sincerity of his words hits, and Buck clamps around him like a vice. Eddie spits a curse, gargled enough to not know if it’s in english or spanish.

Buck’s eyes find his, and Eddie keeps eye contact as he continues to work his cock deep inside of Buck, fingers iron around Buck’s hips, tugging him closer, closer, closer. Eddie wants to breathe Buck in, blow him out, and suck him back in. He growls slightly, sweat caked in the divots of his spine, and making Eddie regret not peeling his shirt off earlier as it sticks to his back uncomfortably. He almost wants to make a movement to tear at the collar, but he doesn’t; instead, he holds Buck’s gaze.

It’s obvious that Buck is reading his expression for deceit or anything that’d make Buck shy away from biting Eddie—typically, Omegas only bear the marks of their Alphas, and not the other way around. And if so, it’s usually on like a wrist gland or somewhere that can’t be seen by others… so Eddie wanting Buck to bite him in the neck, let Eddie wear their mating bite loud and proud—well… it stirs something inside of Buck, something that Eddie can see in those big, expressive blue eyes as Eddie holds his gaze. Buck will find no deceit or anything of the like in Eddie’s eyes—the only thing he’ll find is sincere want, and love, because Eddie wants to wear his Omega’s mark just as Buck wears his.

The mating bite gleams in the early-dawn light that begins to break through the clearing, painting them in a soft, deep blue that makes Buck look ethereal. Eddie groans softly as Buck squeezes around him, the Omega’s cock—which is quite large, and Eddie wants to get his hands on it at a later date—throbbing from where it’s half-trapped between their smushed bodies, blurting precum all over their shirts. Eddie tugs one hand off of Buck’s hips, the rhythm of his thrusts stumbling slightly as he catches his clothes in the collar of his shirt before he tears it open, baring the tan skin of his neck to halfway down to his collarbone to Buck as a show of I want this, and I’m not messing with you.

Emotions coil in Buck’s eyes and scent that Eddie reads as if he’s reading a book: doubt, want, hope, lust.

Love.

Buck looks hopeful and hopeless, but his fangs drop, one sharp fang pushing into plush lips as Eddie gets a good look at them. They’re long and big, just like how he is compared to other Omegas—Buck is a one in a million, and Eddie feels infinitely lucky; maybe he should go play the lottery later with how lucky he feels. Eddie doesn’t recoil at the sight of fangs that’d rival his own; his cock throbs inside of Buck as he rests his hand back on Buck’s hip now that he’s not tearing open his clothing, looking at his big, beautiful, and strong mate. Buck’s fangs aren’t dainty, nor are they needle-point things that’ll leave tiny teeth marks behind; instead, they rival Alphas, and might even be bigger than some other Alphas, too.

Buck’s jaw works slightly, looking a little hesitant, but Eddie doesn’t back down—he wants this, and he’s going to drive that home. His scent burns with arousal—whiskey-sharp and spiced chocolate, smelling rich and inviting—as his thrusts get quicker, growls and groans of pleasure leaving his mouth. Carefully, Eddie’s hand leaves Buck’s hip again, coming up to cup the base of Buck’s skull, thread through curls, and guide the blond’s head close to Eddie’s throat. He bares it for Buck, who is panting against Eddie’s tanned skin, lips pressing just underneath Eddie’s scent gland. Eddie groans, the sound guttural and from deep within his chest, moans leaving his mouth as his hips pound forward and up, driving his cock deep inside Buck’s cunt. He’s so fucking close, and the feeling of Buck’s fangs sliding against his skin is driving him even closer to his orgasm.

“Do it,” Eddie groans, nearly pleads with Buck as pleasure-filled growls leave his throat as his knot flares and pushes in and out of Buck, giving him a tease for what’s to come. One knot and he’s already obsessed, wanting to have Buck hanging off his knot forever. “C’mon, amor, I want to bear you mark; show the world that I’m mated to a beautiful Omega,” Eddie groans, his thrusts harder and making Buck’s mind melt. He’s whining into Eddie’s throat, warm ahn, ah, ahs leaving his cocked-open mouth as his fangs scrape lightly against Eddie’s scent gland, lapping up scent oil greedily—Eddie knows that his scent oil tastes like chocolate, and from the way Buck laps at it greedily, he’s realizing exactly what Eddie tastes like.

Buck sucks a kiss against the edge of his scent gland—exactly like Eddie did—and Eddie’s entire body goes rigid before his hips snap faster, harder, driving both of them closer to an orgasm. Buck’s eyes threaten to roll at the roughness of Eddie’s thrusts as he sways closer, fingers trembling as they bunch Eddie’s shirt in his hands before he sinks his teeth into Eddie’s neck. The sharp stab of pain blooms into pure, unending pleasure as Eddie chokes out a half-cocked roar, the vibration rumbling through his chest. Buck moans and mewls into his skin, jaw locked with his teeth firmly nestled in Eddie’s neck as he pumps claiming venom into Eddie’s scent gland, solidifying their bond.

The bond feels like an iron chain between them, warm, not cold, and strong—the tie between them is unshakeable, and the orgasm is insane as it hits suddenly. Halfway through one out thrust, Eddie’s knot fattens at the base of his cock so quickly that he aborts the movement and shoves his hips forward, knot swelling inside Buck the moment it pops in. Eddie pants and groans, fingers trembling where they’re buried in Buck’s curls, eyes wide and slipping past his lashes as they attempt to roll up into his skull.

With his knot shoved deep inside of Buck, he takes Buck into his third orgasm of the night, and he makes a mess of both of them, squirting around Eddie’s cock, with his own pumping thin, watery ropes of impotent cum all over their shirts. Buck’s muscles are wracked with spasms as he moans into Eddie’s neck, jaw locked as he pumps the—his—Alpha’s scent with claiming venom just as Eddie did. It’s glorious, and Eddie wouldn’t change a thing.

Eddie trembles, a single tear slipping from his eye as Buck purrs into his neck like a happy tabby in a sunspot. He clings to the blond, hand coming away from the base of his skull to rest in the low dip of his back, tugging him impossibly closer; any closer, and their atoms will merge together. Buck pants softly, and Eddie bites down a hiss of pain as his teeth shift in Eddie’s scent gland before they pull out of it. A warm tongue dripping with spit laps at his neck, making Eddie sigh shakily, the saliva like a balm on the hot, burning mating bite. It’s primal, and perfect; Eddie wouldn’t exchange it for a damn thing.

Buck pulls away after licking every tooth mark of the bite at least four times over, with a small smear of Eddie’s blood on his lips that catches Eddie’s eye. Eddie croons softly, chest heaving with pants, as a breathless “Buck… Omega,” falls from his lips. Buck chirps back and crushes their lips together. The kiss isn’t fireworks and all things glamorous—their first kiss hadn’t been that, either, as they were busy trying to devour each other—but it’s perfect in its own regard. Their lips meld perfectly, with Eddie lapping and chasing the taste of his own blood and Buck’s claiming venom on pink lips and sharp fangs; Buck’s keens are as sweet on Eddie’s taste buds as they sound, slick with blood and spit as they kiss.

Eddie’s hand cups Buck’s jaw, guiding the kiss. Despite the fact that they're tied together thanks to Eddie’s knot, on a cold forest floor, and reeking of sex, the kiss is gentle and slow now—the hurried crush of lips turns into a languid meld of love.

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Pulling apart is hard, for both of them; it feels like there’s a magnet in their chests, tugging them together and keeping them in one another’s orbit. Eddie has to breathe harshly because he got distracted kissing Buck and forgot he needed to breathe, and the blond pants and moans softly against his lips, lashes fluttering and eyes bluer than any sky Eddie has ever witnessed. "So pretty," Eddie whispers, unable to help it; the praise rolls of his tongue, and the bond that burns bright between the two of them ripples with pleased embarrassment from Buck. The cunt locked around his knot tightens, squeezing slightly due to the praise that falls freely from Eddie’s mouth.

Eddie smiles and presses another kiss to Buck’s lips, soaking up the love that floods the bond as Buck kisses back. "Ed-Eddie," Buck whispers, and Eddie is simply entranced. His name on Buck’s tongue makes him think of prayers and gospel, speaking your god’s name with such fervent love. Something ripples and blooms in his chest, heavy and weightless at the same time. He’s absolutely enamored with the Omega, and Eddie wants to make it very, very clear to the blond how damn over the moon Eddie is with him.

"Pretty boy," Eddie croons back, cupping Buck's cheek with his hand and feeling how hot Buck's face is from his praise. Underneath the brightening sky as dawn welcomes the morning, Eddie can see the individual lashes, and Buck looks more and more beautiful with every sweep Eddie takes to memorize his face. "When my knot gives, I'll give you my shirt so we can get out of here, because yours is covered in dirt. As much as I want to fuck you again, I’d rather it not be on the forest floor again." Buck laughs softly, a sweet huff of amusement leaving kiss-swollen lips. “Plus, I think we both need a long shower to get all the dirt off us.” As much as Eddie doesn’t mind smelling like earth and loam, he’d rather smell like his Omega and not rest on the forest floor. He’s not old, but damn, his back is going to hate him, and make that fact well known soon.

"Mm, same," Buck mumbles, pink tongue poking out to lap at his lips. "As hot as forest sex is, I don’t think it’s the best for my knee," Buck says and draws Eddie a little closer, fingers wrapped up tight in Eddie’s shirt. He’s sure there are a few tears in there, but he doesn’t mind. It was given to him by the mating committee, and he’s not going to miss it.

"What’s wrong with your knee?" Eddie asks, a tint of concern in his voice; has his fervent fucking hurt his Omega? He didn’t know, so he couldn’t have gotten them into a better position that would put less pressure on the omega's knee, but he can do that now.

"Hmm? Oh, I got blown up and then got my leg crushed by a fire truck," Buck says with a light shrug of his shoulders as if he isn't shattering Eddie’s world view because what.

"What...?" Eddie croaks, eyes wide, as his brain desperately tries to compute what Buck had just said nonchalantly, like it was no big deal. Like being blown up and getting crushed by a firetruck—oh, dios, his mate is a firefighter, isn’t he?—is no big deal.

Because what! "Buck- That's... dios mio," is all Eddie can manage, and Buck laughs at the look on his face. Eddie pinches the bridge of his nose, breathing in slow, slow breaths as he tries to come to terms with what the hell his mate just said.

“Oh, you should see the look on your face! But, yeah, that big scar on my left leg? Yeah, that’s from the surgeries I had to have ‘cause I got blown up and crushed. Not fun, really don’t recommend,” Buck snickers, grinning at Eddie’s incredulous look. “What? I don’t like keeping secrets, and you’re my mate now, so. Plus, you literally can’t run away right now, so I thought I’d let you know about the crazy shitstorm that my life is,” Buck shrugs, and Eddie laughs despite the insanity of the situation.

Dios mio, what the hell is wrong with his mate?… and more importantly, what is wrong with me, and why am I so endeared by this. Eddie muses to himself as he shakes his head and lets Buck rest on his bicep. “Alright,” Eddie says, steeling himself, “lay it on me. Tell me all the secrets and the crazy life you’ve lived, amor. I’m here for it.”

“Oh, really? Uhh, okay, so it all started when I basically ran away from home at nineteen and was pretty much homeless until I moved from Peru to LA with an old friend to live in what was basically a frat house, and found my calling as a firefighter. Became a probationary firefighter at the 118 after passing the fire academy with flying colors. Uhh, I’ll tell you all about the wild and crazy stuff I’ve seen in my nearly two years as a firefighter, but once on a date I choked on bread, and my date had to do a tracheostomy on me with a pen, crazy stuff,” Buck says, looking completely at ease as he recounts how absolutely insane his life has been before Eddie came into it.

All Eddie can say is that he was not prepared. Not even close. Eddie might become a knothead Alpha and keep Buck in his house, all wrapped up in bubblewrap to keep the blond from being blown up again, or something even worse.

Or, better yet, Eddie can tell Buck that he just accepted a job offer at the 118 as a Firefighter-Paramedic, and he’s pretty sure the guy the captain was selling so hard as Eddie’s partner, if he accepts, happens to be his mate, who is telling Eddie in startling detail his horribly depressing life story.

Maybe Eddie needs to start believing in fate. And the ability to punch the hell out of Buck’s parents if he ever meets them.