New Beginnings Omega!Miguel O'Hara
Summary: You’re a female Alpha, the first of your kind. When you scent your mate, based on the scent, you expected to find another woman, not the Male Omega that has been talked about from the neighboring dens.
Tags: Omegaverse talk, Miguel goes into heat, reader is the possessive one, Miguel wants to please the reader whenever he can, wounded Omega, p in v, knoting, thigh job, praise 6.3k words
A/N: This is something a lil new (but not really); nonetheless, I hope ya'll enjoy this one!!! Mwah<333
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You hate living in a backwards society. It’s taken you tooth and nail to try to make a name for yourself. You’re an Alpha—a Female Alpha to be exact. The first one of your kind, at least that’s what you know of. Alphas rule in pack hierarchy, then it’s Omegas, and then there are Betas. Mostly, if not all, Alphas are male, so when all of the neighboring packs became aware of your existence, some saw you as a threat or an abomination that needed to be put down. Most, on the other hand, have not, but with the short end of the stick that you’ve been handed, you managed to create a little den behind you. There are only about 10 wolves, but they are your family; you wouldn’t change a thing about your group.
While you're washing dishes after dinner in the dining hall with Amanda, a new wolf that has joined your den, you pause mid-rub when something that smells so delicious nearly knocks you off your feet. You sniff the air once, then twice, when the scent of cinnamon and freshly baked bread clouds your senses. Without meaning to, your fangs begin to throb, and your nipples begin to stiffen through your shirt.
No. Fucking. Way.
Your Mate is nearby.
Letting go of the dish in your hand, you immediately take off running, and midway, you shift into your wolf, shredding your clothes in the process. You run at full speed using the sweet, delicious scent of your mate to guide you. The branches tickling your fur excite you, urging your wolf to go faster. The wolf inside you is happy; she’s excited to finally find her mate, too. Finally, right between two large trees, you see them a wolf with brown fur and red eyes.
That’s odd.
You’ve never seen a wolf with red eyes.
Your wolf wants nothing more than to pounce on your mate, but you know better. Panting with your tongue rolling out of your mouth, you stalk around them. The wolf—your mate is on guard, not challenging you but ready to pounce if you do. Using your mind, you speak to them. If they are your mate, they should be able to hear you.
“Yield. I will not harm you.” Since this is your mate, you won't use your bark on them.
It takes a few seconds, but then you hear a voice filtering into your mind. “How do I know that?” The voice sounds pained. You use your eyes to inspect them more thoroughly now that the excitement of finding your mate has lessened.
As your eyes roam over their legs, you realize they aren't standing on their back right leg. Damnit, this is your mate here. How can you not even realize they are in pain? Just when you're about to look back at their face, your eyes land right between their legs.
Oh. This is a male.
Based on the scent, you thought this was a female.
“Do you not feel the bond? I would never hurt my mate,” You try to say with a gentle voice. “Who hurt you?” Your feet moved on their own, and slowly you stepped towards him. “Someone has hurt my mate; they need to pay.” A whimper fell from his lips, and finally he yielded, baring his neck before shifting into his human form.
You shift back into your human form, the two of you naked as the day you were born, and you both stare at each other with newfound interest. Despite his injury, his eyes roam across your body from head to toe, and you do the same. As you stare at his dick, your eyes widen slightly as you watch it ever so slowly grow hard. You can't help but look up at him with a smug look on your face. Wolves aren't new to nudity; we don't even react to it before or as we begin to shift, but when it comes to your mate, on the other hand.
That's something that no wolf can resist.
You place your hands on your hips as you tilt your head, your curls bouncing to the other side of your head. “Are you coming back to my den so I can fix you up?” He says nothing but nods his head.
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When you arrived back with your mate by your side, you introduced him so the others in your den could know that he's off limits. Tucked away in your small but more than cozy room, you allow him to sit on your bed while you clean his wound. “Are you not going to tell me who did this to you?” You say quietly as you begin to press alcohol onto his leg.
You look at him briefly before turning your attention back to the task at hand. “A bunch of Alphas smelt me, and when they found out I was a man, they attacked.” You stop dead in your tracks.
No, it can't possibly be.
Your mate can't possibly be the male Omega that everyone has been whispering about. Ironically, male Omegas aren't as rare as Female Alphas; however, Male Omegas are often targeted by male Alphas. It doesn't happen often because of the low number of Omega Males; however, when it does, the Alphas are quick to be upset by them. Some Male Alphas don't want a Male Omega submitting to them, only Female Omegas. The more you think about Male Alphas, the more you can feel your anger rising. They are controlling and think that they can dominate anyone, all because of rank. When you started your den, the first thing you told the Omega women and Betas who joined you was that there would be no dictatorship here. Everyone is equal and shall get equal chores. No one should have to get your meals and shine your shoes.
Before you can stop yourself, the words come tumbling out of your mouth. “What an unnatural pair you and I are,” You jest as you finish bandaging his wound and watch the side of his mouth twitch as if he tried to smile. Rising to your feet, you notice the slight increase in his scent. His cinnamon and soft baked bread bloom so much that you feel like you can taste it. Now you pick up on the faint smell of butter and blueberries, but the more you smell, the more you take note of his natural male scent. With just a hint of musk….and clove?
You watch as he looks up at you, his eyes looking around the room before landing on your face. “What will you request of me…mate?” He says the last word slowly as if he's testing it. As if he's hearing it for the very first time on his lips. You stare into his eyes, realizing that they are no longer red but a deep brown.
You tilt your head as you regard him. Why would he ask that? “What do you mean, what will I request of you? There's nothing you need to do as my mate. I am just as much your mate as you are mine.”
His head rears back, clearly astonished. You're sure that if he were in his wolf form, his ears would perk up in surprise. “I've met plenty of Alphas who have tried to bend me to do their will and I-” You cut him off, not wanting him to say another word; the last thing you need is hearing about everything that Alphas have put your mate through. Once time passes, you'll make sure to put those males in their place.
You rest your hand on his upper arm. “It's okay; there will be no need for you to relive those moments. You are safe with me. By the way, what's your name?”
You watch in amazement as he rises to his full height. You knew he was taller than you since you first saw him; however, he's not limping. How can you forget that shifters heal quickly? Easily, he's 2 heads above you, and that's saying something because you are a very tall woman…and of course an Alpha.
Your nipples harden against your tank top for the second time, and you can feel your underwear growing damp. All because of the sight of him. God damnit, when was the last time you felt like this? “It's Miguel—Miguel O’Hara. I was a part of a Den but then...” His words trail off because he assumes you know what happened to him, and unfortunately, you do. Your mate has unfortunately been dealt a horrible hand, all because of designation.
While you speak, your eyes move from his face to his neck. His neck is currently on display for you. Your fangs twitch and almost itch; you want nothing but to sink your teeth into his neck and stake your claim. He will wear your bite proudly around the den, and all the women here will know that he's yours. But you shake your head, freeing yourself from these thoughts. It's best if you don't get ahead of yourself.
Clearing your throat, you take a step back from him. His pheromones are clearly getting to your head, slowly turning you into a horny mess. “You are welcome to stay in my Den if you accept the bond”
He nods again. “I would like that; I just need some time to settle in, is all.” You turn to leave when he clears his throat. You look at him expectantly, trying to figure out what he may need before making note of his very naked frame. Your wolf begins to growl at the thought of your mate walking around naked in front of all the other females. After all, the only other Alpha and male here is your dad. You begin to look around the room for anything of your own to give him. Pulling open drawers and closets, you stop, thinking to yourself for a brief moment. “Would you like my dad’s clothes? They might fit you better”
“No, your clothes shall be all right; whatever you have, I shall wear it with pride.”
You raise your eyebrows to call his bluff. “And if I give you a dress to wear?” He puffs out his chest as if to appear even manlier. “I shall wear that too with pride; whatever my Alpha wants, she will get”
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His mate Den might be small, but it's probably more lively than any other den he's been around. You run your Den well, he thinks to himself as he watches you interact with your people around the campfire. His Omega instincts are beginning to take over. When you found him that night, his last heat suppressant had finally worn off. That's how you were able to scent him from far away, and if he’s being completely honest, he’s glad that it did because he would've never found you. Miguel is more than glad to know that you aren't like any other Alphas he’s come across. You are actually kind, caring, and a little demanding when you need to be, and he loves every second of it. The more he looks at you, the more his wolf keeps on running around in circles, glad that after all this time and all of the hardships he’s found his mate.
You're wearing one of those thin tank tops of yours with a V-neckline with a lace trim, and it’s cropped, showing off your midriff. Your breasts are practically spilling out of the shirt, and the warm glow from the fire makes them look so tantalizing. Your scent is not helping either; you smell like sweet caramel and freshly baked chocolate chip cookies. His desire and need for you spike the longer he stares. His cock hardens in his pants shamelessly, and your head snaps in his direction. Of course, you can smell his arousal; his cheeks heat up at the knowledge that you're aware of his desire for you.
Miguel can’t wait for the moment you sink your teeth into his neck, staking your claim. Truly, he can’t wait until you’re above him, riding him until he can’t take it anymore. As an Alpha—as his Alpha, his pheromones can drag you into a rut so both of your sex drives may be heightened; both of you might want to just fuck each other into abandon without showing signs of stopping until you both are satisfied.
Although Miguel is enjoying his time undressing you with his eyes, if he stays here another minute longer, he’s going to embarrassingly bust in his pants. Excusing himself to the bathroom, he makes a beeline to your house instead. His hard dick makes it almost painful to walk. “Fuck me,” He breathes out as he sags in relief when he presses his back against the wall of your house.
His precum spills onto the grass as he begins to stroke his cock hard and fast. He thinks of you, and the outfit you wore today, and the outfits he’s seen you in the past few days, and gives himself small but fast strokes. Another whimper falls from his lips as his body begins to grow hot. Not expecting anyone to hear him, he breathes out. “I need her so badly it hurts, please please please.” He chants the words over and over again as a mantra so much he almost didn't hear the footsteps to his left nor the tug in his chest. It doesn’t take a genius to guess that his mate is nearby.
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The sight of your mate standing against the house that you built with your own two hands, jerking off, stops you dead in your tracks. You knew his heat was coming based on the way he smelt and the way he’s been acting, constantly wanting to remain in the house, not washing the clothes you gave him or the clothes that you wore because it has your scent on them.
This is your mate; of course you’re going to know these things. Rubbing your thighs together as you watch him whimper and cry out your name, you slowly walk over to him, not wanting to spook him. But unfortunately, you fail cause his head snaps in your direction the second he cums.
What a glorious sight to see.
You watch with lust-filled eyes as he walks up to you, but you decide to meet him halfway. Immediately, he rests his head into the crook of your neck where your scent is the strongest. Threading your fingers through his hair, you say, “You think you can cum again for me, baby?” Rapidly he nods into your neck, and you almost laugh at the feeling. His hand moves with quick precision as he brings himself to the brink of orgasm again. You graze your nails along his back to encourage him. “C’mon baby, one more time cum for your mate you can do it” Your words egg him on with the slight jerk of his hips. “I want to cum so badly, I want to feel you all around me, please Alpha”
“I know, soon just give—yourself some time. I can’t wait to feel you cum inside me either, Mate.” You moan at your own words and nibble on his ear that's right next to your mouth. Suddenly, the need for you to remove the layers between you became unbearable. While he becomes a whimpering mess, you forcefully tug down your top to free your breasts, and you pull his top as high as you can. You feel the second he cums, so you press your bare chests together.
His skin is burning up so much that it feels like a sauna. You both wait so your breathing can calm down. His spend is covering your stomach and his, and the longer you stay out here, the more likely someone from the den or even an Alpha nearby can pick up on his orgasms. “Let’s go and get ourselves cleaned up, shall we?”
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It’s been 2 weeks since you found your mate in the woods. You’re pretty confident that his heat can happen any day now, just like your Rut. You’re not exactly sure what heat can look like for a Male Omega and a Female Alpha. Male Omegas usually pair up with Male Alphas. Since you're the first of your kind, there has never been a mate pairing like yours before. Your Rut is fast approaching; you’ve been snapping at your girls in your den, and not to mention you want to sink your teeth and rip out Stacey’s neck for currently having a conversation with your mate for far too long. Who does she think she is? Then she does the unthinkable, gently resting her hand on his shoulder, and he has the nerve to laugh along with her.
Without wasting a second, you speak to him through your mind. “Remove yourself from her, or I'll do it for you.” His head snaps to you as your words come off more as a growl than an actual sentence. “We are only conversing-”
“I don't care. Get away from her, Miguel. I'm going to break her face.” As soon as the last words fall from your lips, you're already up, storming in their direction. When she sees the fury in your face, her eyes go wide, and she immediately backs away from him. She is still young, and she doesn't understand how possessive shifters get when it comes to their mates. But unfortunately, she's going to learn today.
“Alpha, please, I meant you no disrespect!” She exclaims, putting her hands up to surrender; she bares her neck just as Miguel steps into your path. This makes you even more mad. He’s protecting her from you! Your mind is clouded by so much rage that your wolf isn’t even making things better because she’s just as angry as you are, maybe even a little more. You can feel her growling and pouncing around in your chest. You side-step Miguel and lounge at the woman, baring your teeth, but he catches you, wrapping his hands around your waist before hoisting you over his shoulder. Suddenly the world sounds like it’s far away. You know your mate says something if the vibrations in his chest are anything to go by, but you can’t make out a single word.
Despite your dazed state, you know the second you're back in your house because all you can smell is your scent and his. Your scents are so strong when mingled together that it almost makes you…horny. Which makes no sense because he's been staying here for a few weeks now and the combined scents have never made you feel like this.
Miguel deposits you on the bed, and you have a hundred things you want to say to him, but your words get stuck in your throat. He goes to climb into the bed now turned nest with you but stops before his knee even touches the bed. He takes off his shirt and throws it into the burning fireplace in your room.
“I can't have her scent messing with our nest,” He admits. “Our nest?”
He nods his head slowly. “Yes, our nest. It's as much mine as it is yours.” He looks away and opens his mouth to say something when he doubles over in pain, clutching his stomach.
This time your mind clears, and the anger seemingly leaves your body as if it was never there. Panicked, you say, “It's happening, isn't it? You're going into heat?”
“I-I think so fuck.” He looks up at you with a pained expression. Oh god, you hate to see that look on his face; you can't stand that your mate is in pain. Getting out of the bed, you reach over to help him inside the nest.
Although it has been a few weeks since you’ve met him, you feel like there’s still so much of him that you don’t know yet. Depending on the person, a heat with their mate can be very special to them. Omegas either wait out all of their heats until they find their mate, or they use suppressants to stop them from ever going into heat. You already know he was on heat suppressants from before, so this will be his first heat in well….forever.
He’s fully in the nest now, and your head snaps in his direction when he begins to take off his shirt. “Whatever you’re thinking about, stop it; we’ll be okay.” He gives you a sympathetic smile before working on his pants, lifting his hips so he can pull them down his legs. You watch your mate as he lies there in just his underwear. You're his Alpha; you're supposed to know what to do at this moment, but for whatever reason you can’t help but feel unsure, and it’s not like you to feel this way at all.
Miguel's nose twitches as he tucks a curl behind your ear. “Why do you smell like that? What’s going on?”
“I don’t know,” you say earnestly. “I just hope I can make this heat memorable for you, especially given that we just met.” This time he rests his hand on your cheek and brings you closer to him. “There’s nothing that you can do that will make this a horrible experience for the both of us. You’ve given me more of a reason to trust you than all of the other Alphas I've met before you.” He brings your forehead to meet his, and he nudges your nose with his. “We’ll be fine”
With no surprise, his words give you the encouragement that you need. Slowly, you place your hand on his jaw and guide his lips to meet yours. The kiss is slow and almost hesitant as you both explore each other for the first time. His skin is hot to the touch, so gently you swing your leg over his hips to straddle him. Breaking the kiss, you trail a path with your tongue from just above his underwear to his neck. He lets out a hiss and grabs your hips, grounding them onto his pelvis with a jut of his own hips. Miguel bites his lips as it barely conceals his whimpers; you have to stabilize yourself by placing your hands on his chest to keep yourself from falling forward. Although you're wearing denim shorts, you suddenly feel extremely wet between your legs, and it’s not from your own slick.
Oh my gosh, did he just….
You're about to open your lips and say something when you feel his chest beginning to vibrate.
Slowly, he opens his eyes, blinking them rapidly before his cheeks begin to redden. “I didn’t mean for that to happen?” He says it more as a question rather than a statement.
You tilt your head to the side. “You didn’t mean to cum in your pants, or you didn’t mean to pur?” You jest, making sure to keep your tone as light as possible. “Both; all you did was lick me, and I almost lost it.” You can feel your pride growing by the second as you take in his words. You barely even cared for your omega, and he’s already reaching his peak? Now this could just be the heat talking, but either way you’re going to bask in this praise.
“And do you need to cum again?” You’re mainly asking this question for him, but truthfully, this time you want to make him cum, whether that be by your own two hands, mouth, or with him deep inside of you; you both are going to enjoy it either way. “Please, Alpha, make me cum”
Without wanting to waste any more time, you reach behind, peel off his underwear, and begin to stroke him lightly. He reaches up and begins to pull at your clothes. “P-Please take these off it’s making my skin itch”
“Oh I’m sorry I didn't mean-” You words die in your throat as you hear the sound of your tank top being ripped in half. When he begins to pull at your bra you reach behind to unclasp it yourself. You'll be damned if he rips your bra in half given how expensive it was. Then you rise up to remove your shorts and your underwear. Finally you are completely skin to skin with your mate when you go back to straddle him your pussy is resting right at his pelvis. His hard dick is already resting on your ass.
Gathering some of your slick that's dripping onto him you mix it in with his cum and stroke him once more before you line him up at your entrance. The moment his head pushes into your entrance you both inhale at the feeling. It takes you a few seconds to adjust to the feeling of him stretching you out involuntarily your walls clench down on him. You're positive you've never had anyone this thick before. It probably takes you longer than expected because he wraps his arms around your waist pressing your chest into his.
You look down at him in confusion, your curls covering your eyes at the new sudden angle. “Omega?” At the sound of your voice he buries his head into your neck and gently bites down. But not hard enough to claim you and his hips begin to move. His whimpers are muffled but it still has the same effect on you as if it wasn't. You let out a whimper of your own and begin to move with him.
Your Omega he needs you right now. You can even feel your wolf reaching out to his.
Prying yourself away from his arms you lift yourself up back into your original position with your hands resting on his chest. Before he can whine at the loss of contact you move up and down making sure to roll your hips every time your pelvises meet. His hands leave your waist traveling up and down your body from your thighs to your stomach and your breasts. Miguel hands lingers on your breasts he squeezes and kneads them as they bounce with every shift of your hips. You moan at the feeling and increase your pace oddly enough the base of his knot feels thicker than it has ever been.
“A-Alpha, please make me cum. I wanna cum”
Ironically, you and your wolf whimper at the same time. “I know, baby, I know. Are you going to give me your knot?”
He lets out an animalistic sound that comes from deep within his chest. He's growling, you realize. “Yes, Alpha, please take my knot. I was made for you.” As the words leave his lips, you both lock eyes before pulling each other in for a kiss. Your mouths clash, causing you both to moan into the kiss. Emotions begin to override it; it's like you can feel his desire for you, and based on his sudden intensity, it feels like he can feel yours too. You both increase the movements of your hips, and it's not long before you're both reaching a mind-blowing orgasm.
You feel the moment his knot locks you into place as his cum fills you to the brim. Rope after rope e of his sperm is spilling inside of you; there's so much of it that it begins to leak out of you, dripping between your thighs and onto the bed. Using the back of your hand, you wipe away the sweat from his forehead and smile down at him. “How are you feeling?”
He returns your smile with one of his own. “A little better now, just tired”
Brushing his curls away from his face, you place a quick kiss on his lips before wrapping your arms around him. “Sleep. I’ll stay awake for the both of us and get you cleaned up.”
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It’s been a few hours since your first encounter with Miguel. He’s in the nest, resting. You’ve been checking in on him every thirty minutes just to make sure that his temperature stays down. You’re in the kitchen getting a snack when you feel a tug in your chest. Your mate emerges from around the corner, and your eyes light up as you see him.
“You’re supposed to be resting. Go back to the-” He silences you with a kiss, his fingers tangled in your curls as he presses your body against his. You can already feel his hard cock pressing against your stomach; truthfully, you're surprised he has the ability to walk right now. Without warning, he positions himself between your thighs and begins to move.
This is… new.
He grabs your ass to urge your hips to move even faster, and bares his neck for you.
“Mark me, Alpha. Make me yours, please.” You can feel your slick slowly dripping down your thighs; it makes the friction feel oh so wonderful. But you shake your head at his words. “Now's not a good time; when this is over, and your mind is clear, I’ll mark you as soon as you say the words.”
“But why not now do you not want me, Alpha?” The hurt in his voice almost brings tears to your eyes. “No, no, of course I want you; it’s just I need you to be sure about this. I don’t want you to regret it.” You pull his face to meet yours to look into his eyes. When you notice the stray tear, you immediately begin to purr for him before licking the tear away. Even your wolf lets out a howl of despair. No one wants their mate to think that they aren’t wanted.
Despite his words of worry, the hitch in his breathing signals that he is almost there. You guide his face into your neck where your scent is the strongest and slowly place kisses along his scent gland. After the fourth kiss, he cums, biting down on your shoulder but not hard enough to claim you. He needs to give himself more credit; he has a lot more self-control than most. He has bitten you twice now on your neck, but not hard enough to claim you. When you feel his shoulders sag in relief, you help him straighten up and guide him to the nest.
You can feel it in the bond that he’s sad but satiated. He wants you to mark him, claim him as your Omega, but you’re not sure if you can just yet. He’s not in his right state of mind, and you don’t want him to wake up out of his lust haze, regretting that he is now bonded to you forever.
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It has been 4 days since his heat started. You don’t know how to explain this, but suddenly your wolf has been wanting to come out more and not just in animal form. It’s like she wants to come out and speak to Miguel directly, or maybe his wolf is thrashing loudly around in his chest too, and he hasn’t said anything yet. Between the sex, the cleaning up, sleeping, and the eating, there's only so much you get to say to each other. As you sit there placing a cold rag on his head, a wave of lust passes over you. A gush of slick comes out of you; it rushes down your thighs and pools onto the floor below. You’re not sure what’s happening to you, but all you can think about is the need to be filled.
The need to claim.
And the need to be claimed.
You want to be filled by your mate.
You look over at his sleeping form but then quickly look away. He is sleeping, and as much as you need him, you don’t want to wake him; although his heat is dwindling, he really needs to rest. Without dwelling on it, you open one of your drawers and pull out one of your dildos that has a knot at the end of it.
You're wet enough that you don't need any preparation. As soon as the dildo is in, you piston it in and out of you rapidly. Biting your lip to conceal your sounds, you spread your legs even wider. This makes the feeling even more intense, but for whatever reason it’s not enough. But you need to cum; you want nothing more than to cum at this moment, but you just can’t.
Maybe you just need….
You shove the knot inside of you, hoping to get some sort of relief, but instead it makes you feel even worse. It makes you feel empty despite being full to the brim. The wolf in your chest lets out a cry, and you assume that only you can hear, but then you hear movement coming from your left. Your mate—Miguel is sitting up, resting on his forearms as he stares at you. Your eyes roam across the length of his body with newfound interest; you look at his face in order to gauge his reaction to seeing your legs spread open and a dildo buried deep inside you, but… you don’t catch anything. You're about to say something when you notice the color of his eyes.
They're red.
The last time you saw that his eyes were that color was back when y’all first met in wolf form. Surely his wolf is not in control of his body right now… right?
“Miguel?” You say hesitantly, unsure of what you should say or do at the moment. You slowly pull the didlo out of you, and his eyes track the movement. You even swear that his eyes turn a shade darker. There’s a feeling deep within you that makes you want to present yourself to him, but you don’t; you're his Alpha, not the other way around. So he must present to you. Rising up from your spot on the floor, you make sure not to step in the mess you made on the floor and stop at the edge of the bed.
The closer you get, the more the wolf in your chest moves around; she’s prancing around all over the place. It’s like she can sense that his wolf has taken over now. You haven't heard anything about a wolf completely taking over its host in human form; maybe this is something unique to your pairing.
“If you wanted my knot, all you had to do was ask.” This time, Miguel’s voice sounds deeper than usual, so this is all the confirmation that you need that his wolf is in control right now. “Is he okay?” You question.
His wolf tilts his head to the side. “Why would I hurt him? Without him, I can’t see my mate.” You raise your eyebrows, questioning him. “....And I have grown rather fond of him, so no, I don't plan on hurting him at all. Now give me my mate”
You fold your hands across your chest as you look down at him on the bed. “Are you forgetting that I’m your Alpha? Ask me nicely”
He lets out a scoff before slightly lowering his neck. “Please allow me to see my mate, Alpha.” You nod, not sure how you're supposed to give yourself over; you try to speak to the wolf in your chest and give her the permission to take over.
Everything happens in a blur. It's like you can see and hear what's happening, but you're in the background. The two wolves embrace, and they playfully yip at each other. They roll around in the nest before sharing a kiss.
Miguel's wolf rolls on top of yours and spreads her—well, your legs wide. They nudge noses, stare longingly into each other's eyes, and press their foreheads against each other.
It takes you a few seconds to become aware, but you rapidly blink your eyes. You're now in control, and you assume it's the same for Miguel. Your wolf now sleeps soundly in your chest, and when you gaze up at his eyes, they are no longer red but brown.
He calls out your name, and you respond with a smile. “They left us in such a lewd position.” You spread your legs even wider, and he takes that opportunity to put them on his shoulders. “Is your heat over?”
“Yeah, I think so”
“So it's just us right now?” He nods and then leans forward and places a kiss on your lips. He ends the kiss by sucking on your bottom lip. “I didn’t know that our wolves could do that.” He admits. “Neither did I.” You're about to open your mouth to say something else when slick begins to drip out of your pussy and onto the nest. That intense feeling of lust for your mate comes back in full swing. You’ve never experienced a rut before, so you’re unsure how this is all going to play out. Right now you just know that if your Omega doesn’t begin to fill you up, you’re going to lose it.
“Miguel, I need you,” You whine, slightly shifting your hips so you can feel him throb against your core. He shushes you and presses into you. You arch your back at the feeling. Yes, this is what you’ve needed. “You’ve taken care of me through my heat; please give me the honor of taking care of my Alpha during your Rut. I’ll treat you well.” You nod rapidly as you urge him to move. “I am yours. There's nothing you could ask of me that I wouldn’t do. I am your body and soul. I cannot wait for the day you officially make me yours,” He says in between kisses as he picks up the pace, helping you reach what your body desires.
