#alpha!ruby

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Ruby and Dean two alphas fighting over their omega (Sam). Ruby (and Jess) is an alpha and I take no criticism.

Sam really is the ultimate Omega

Everybody wanted to fuck him so bad, no way everybody would be thirsting so bad over him of he didn’t smell like the sweetest trophy

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: “Y'know, nobody is going to know I’m your omega if you don’t mark me as yours.

“Now why would you wanna belong to me Sam?” 

Not that the idea wasn’t appealing. He was meant to be the BoyKing. Meant to rule Hell, and if he belong to her, was her Omega, she’d hold more power than she would know what to do with. He already had the obedience thing down, one little hint of Alpha voice coming out and he was on his knees. This could be interesting, sure, but did he deserve it?

“Don’t know if you’ve got what it takes to be MY Omega. Ya have a hard time keepin’ up already and I haven’t even decided if I want to mark you yet.”

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xdemonclaus:

Sam let his eyes slip closed, a whine rumbling in the back of his throat at her touch. Just the brush of her fingers through his hair made a shiver rake through his body. His fingers curled into her shirt, each breath sucking in her scent. “No.” He muttered, and his gaze lifted up again to watch her face. A flicker of gold glowing in his eyes, “I was, I don’t…I don’t think they’re-” He flinched, and his fingers twitched against the fabric of her shirt. “They don’t work anymore.”  There was no hesitation as he followed behind her. Climbing onto the bed, his hands searching for her. Fingertips brushing over each inch of newly exposed skin, before pulling back into himself. Head bowing, he glanced up at her “Touch,” He sucked in a breath, chest heaving slightly.  ”I need touch, I need…” he licked his lips as he talked, eyes raking over her like she was the first meal he’d seen in weeks. 

Ruby smiled as his fingers danced over her skin; she could feel the heat pulsing off of him, like he was made of fire. As each layer of clothes stripped away, her instinct to push him back on the mattress and take what she wanted from him grew stronger, and her eyes flared with red when he spoke.  "It's okay, we'll figure it out later. Let's just get you taken care of."

Touch. She could do touch. Her hands reached out again to trace over his face, then down the side of his neck to rest on his shoulders. "Lay back Sam, just try to relax." She pushed on his shoulders until he was laying back on the pillow, sweat making his skin shine in the light from outside the window. He smelled amazing though, and it was getting harder and harder for her to hold herself back.