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Consciousness returns with the speed of lightning, and he breathes in so deep that the air invades his lungs at once, making Jared sit on the bed in absolute terror. He thinks he will hyperventilate, but strong hands on his arms and a deep voice have a calming effect, although he doesn’t know why.
“Calm down, sweetheart, it's okay. You'll be fine.”
Sweetheart? What the fuck is going on here?
“Take a deep breath. Slowly. C’mon.”
He focuses on the voice and does as he’s told, finally being able to breathe right after a few minutes.
When Jared opens his eyes, the same emerald green gaze is the first thing he sees, but there is no blood on that sinful mouth.
Blood. Son of a bitch.
He struggles to free himself from the other man.
“Don’t touch me! Back off!”
Jensen releases his arms, pulling away and raising his hands in surrender as Jared moves away from him until his back touches the headboard. It's as much as he can get away from the man for now.
Jared remembers the bite and brings a hand up to his shoulder.
“What did you do to me? Who are you?”
Under his fingers, there is only one sore spot, and what he thinks is a scar – teeth marks.
How is that possible?
“How long have I been out?”
“His ability to talk too much hasn’t changed at all,” the other warrior says with a grin, which leaves Jared even more exasperated. “Calm down, sweetheart, and I'll explain everything.”
“Don’t call me that, or I'll kick your ass.” How did everything go to hell so fast?
Jensen's expression still retains some amusement, despite the seriousness of his voice.
“You've been out for about an hour. The transformation was fast.”
“Transformation? What are you talking about?” Jared starts to panic again. What did the other man do to him?
“Jesus Christ, Captain! If you shut up, I'll be able to explain.” Now the other man looks annoyed, and Jared forces himself to be quiet, though there is still a challenge in his posture.
“I’m an Alpha.”
“The mark on his neck,” Jared talks without thinking. He knew he had seen that before. Now he remembers, in the history books. “But you were not extinct?” Why the hell can’t he keep his mouth shut?
Jensen rolls his eyes, but doesn’t rebuke him again, and continues to speak.
“My pack is the last, and we have done an excellent job in perpetuating our lineage. But the victory of his Kingdom was unexpected, and I was without options. I knew I would be part of the terms of the alliance between your King and my older brother, who is the Alpha Pack. But everything changed when I was given to you and got even better with your announcement that the claim would be private. I knew it would be so much easier to fight you alone. So, I decided to wait. Except I didn’t expect a change of plans.”
Everything is surreal, but Jared is curious about what Jensen has to say.
“When you got close, and I smelled your scent for the first time, I had to make a huge effort to control the wolf in myself and avoid claiming you in front of everyone.”
“You bastard! You said I was stinking. You wanted to cut me down in front of my men.”
“Humor was just a distraction. You still don’t understand the effect of scent for us, but it's compelling. All I could think about was ripping your clothes off and fucking you, making you mine. My wolf only wanted to dominate, regardless of the consequences. I regained control in time, but it was a close call.”
“You wish! Did you think I was just going to lie down and take it?” The other man’s audacity is annoying.
“It's the rule between us, sweetheart. You’re my Omega, and we are true mates. We’re meant to be together. You’re a formidable opponent, and it’s a privilege to have fought against you. It will be a privilege to have you as my Omega.
“Omega? What did you do to me?”
“I gave you a gift. I’ve been looking for my true mate for years and never imagined he would be a human. The transformation was necessary; only then can we live the fullness of our lives.”
Anger takes over him again, and there is a sense of betrayal and manipulation as well.
“I did not ask for that, asshole!” Jared screams. “I had no choice.”
The accusation, however, falls flat with the Prince's next words, “Did you give me a choice, Captain? The claim was never my option either.”
The other warrior has a valid point, of course, but it's all too recent for Jared to be rational about it.
The next thing he knows is there’s a fire on his body that hadn’t been there before. It's a heat that runs through his body, and he just wants to rip off the robe Jensen must have put on him when he passed out.
His cheeks burn, and he's all sweaty. The erect member in the middle of his legs is only now perceived by him, and he needs something, but he can’t define it. And when a strong musky – spicy and pine – invades his nose for the first time, he can understand what the Prince was talking about the scent. It's the most tempting smell he's ever felt.
“Damn it, Jensen! What's happening to me?”
“Considering your age, it’s normal to get in heat soon after the turn.”
Jared feels offended.
“If you wanted someone younger, why bite me?”
“I had no choice. You’re my true mate.”
“Asshole! He grunts.” And, by the way, he notes his asshole is an essential part of this crazy story. He feels abnormal damp in it. Something that has never been there before and is soaking his robe. The truth is that his hole needs to be filled whether Jared wants it or not. He needs this, as much as his lungs need air, and he’s mortified with that.
“Oh, God! What the hell did you do to me?” He complains again as he pulls the robe off his hot body.
Jensen’s smile is broad and predatory, and the Alpha is sniffing the air, probably being affected by the smell that Jared is exhaling. The huge cock is standing hard against the Prince’s belly.
As much as his brain doesn’t want to, his traitorous body is reacting to the Alpha's scent as alcohol reacts to the fire. It’s irrepressible, and Jared is about to beg. There is no need for that, however, because Jensen is on top of him with the same speed a kissing flower takes to move its wings.
Now his mouth that is invaded by the other man’s one and the perception about everything is more accurate and exciting. Maybe it’s triggered by his new status as an Omega.
The Alpha grabs his jaw, kissing him. It’s not gentle, but it’s hungry, raw, and animalistic. All that he has lived so far is unimpressive compared to the intensity of Jensen's mouth and the substantial body above him.
A trail of liquid runs out his entrance, and he breaks the kiss reluctantly.
“What the fuck is that dripping from my…?” He doesn’t have the guts to finish the sentence.
Jensen looks at him in shock. “I will never understand how I was to end up with the most inappropriate Omega on Earth.” But Jensen’s smiling when he completes, "That's slick, and all omegas secrete it when they're excited. It’s similar to what happens to human women, sweetheart."
“STOP CALLING ME THAT!” He feels outraged. "And if you haven’t noticed yet, I'm a man." He lifts his hips from the bed, rubbing his erection against Jensen.
“I'm very aware of this, swee...Jared.” The sound comes out a little strangled, and Jared can see how much the movements are affecting the other man.
Jensen isn’t the only one, however, because Jared’s body seems to burn even more when the Prince drags the full lips along his jaw, breathing into his ear before burying his nose against Jared’s hair. The Alpha inhales deep, and Jared no longer thinks the humidity in his ass is strange.
“Please…” The urgency for something else makes him beg.
Jared hears a growl coming from the other man, and it’s of satisfaction and possessiveness. Without delay, he’s flipped on his stomach, and Jensen's cock is rubbing between his buttocks. And it's a prelude to what's going to happen inevitably.
He’s a mixture of anxiety and fear. Anal sex is nothing new to him, but he hasn’t been fucked for years. And whenever that happened – as a fundamental requisite of the training to be a warrior – his pleasure was never a partner's priority. So, he never saw the appeal in this kind of sex.
Besides that, the unusual size of Alpha's cock makes him believe this won’t be good for him. Still, his body seems to act on its own, and his legs open even further, allowing full access to his leaking hole.
Strong fingers close over his wrists, pinning them down to the mattress.
“Don’t move.” It’s an order, and Jared is tempted to disobey, but then his buttocks are being opened, and something hot and wet touches his hole.
“Holy shit, man!” He didn’t expect it, and his first reaction is to close the legs, embarrassed, but Jensen isn’t having any of that. A well-placed slap leaves his ass burning.
“Do not move, Jared! And for fucks’ sake, relax.”
As much as rebellion is tempting, Jared obeys. Maybe this kind of behavior is typical in Jensen's Kingdom.
Submission makes the alpha growl, and it’s a sound of contentment.
The soft and wet licks soon give way to sink the tongue deep into Jared’s opening. A burst of delightful shot through his whole body when he allows himself to feel the new sensations without shame. And it’s indescribable, making Jared arch his back and moan loud.
He’s sure this isn’t the first time the Alpha does it, and there is a twinge of jealousy in Jared’s stomach. But Jensen pulls his tongue out and swirls it around the rim, driving any other thoughts out of his mind. The Prince alternates between licking and pushing the tongue in and out of Jared's ass. There is plenty of slick coming out of him, and he feels some of it dripping down his thighs.
A new wave of heat hits his body, and Jared writhes on the bed, whining helplessly, torn between the talented tongue in his ass and the friction of his hard cock against the bed. Drops of sweat trickle down his neck and the embarrassment comes back from knowing he needs Jensen's cock inside him now.
Realizing his affliction, his mate gives one more lick over his hole before placing himself on top of him again. And the Alpha’s perception of his emotions is something unexpected, but welcome.
Nervousness comes back when Jensen lines up his huge cock, nudging it against his weeping and hungry hole. It only takes time for Jared moan, and the Prince’s entire length fills him in a unique movement.
The expected pain doesn’t come, but he screams anyway, and Jensen purrs against his ear, “It's all right, Jared. Your body is ready for this now.”
And Jared believes in him.
In seconds the other warrior is pounding into him while strong hands press his shoulders against the sheets, and the only sensations he feels are waves of pleasure through his body.
The pace the Alpha sets is brutal, and Jared moans, burying his face on the pillow.
Jensen brushes the hair from the back of his neck, kissing and licking his sweaty skin. This should be disgusting; however, it makes Jared’s body vibrate, responding as if it has a mind of its own.
“Don’t do that, sweetheart. Don’t hide from me. I want to hear you,” his mate's voice came out hoarse and breathy as a result of the physical exertion being demanded of him, and the warm against the back of Jared's neck sends goosebumps down his spine.
There is no hesitation in Jared as he leaves his hiding place on the pillow, allowing the moans to come out of his mouth shamelessly.
“That’s it, baby.”
The Prince maneuvers him on all fours, fucking with abandon. Then Jensen closes his teeth over the scar on Jared’s shoulder, and nails dig into his hips. Instinct kicks in, and his body responds naturally to the rude treatment. Jared moves his head to the side, exposing his neck to his Alpha. The bite doesn’t hurt so much this time, and the fire that consumes him from the inside out comes back in full force.
When they leave the nuptial chamber, there’ll be no doubt about who Jared belongs to.
The Alpha is the perfect representation of dominance. He is all sweat and lustiness, fucking like he was born to it. And Jared is his perfect match, the strong constitution capable of receiving what Jensen has to offer with equal intensity.
Jensen pulls his cock almost the whole way out, shoving back in, all the way, and Jared begins to accept the Prince is his Alpha, understanding the enormity of what’s happening. The huge cock inside him is a reminder of ownership.
“You’re mine, Omega.” The statement is unnecessary. Jared knows that and his body too.
Jensen puts a hand in the center of his back, forcing his chest against the sheets; the change of the angle making the Alpha’s cock hit that spot inside him again and again.
The next thing he knows is the pressure of something growing inside him.
“What is that?” He asks, turning his head in Jensen's direction.
“My knot.” The answer is simple, and the pride on the Alpha’s face is apparent.
“Knot? Like a dog?” Jared doesn’t even think about the comparison he’s making.
“I'd rather not be compared to a pet.” Now Jensen seems offended and laughing isn’t appropriate while Jared has a fucking growing knot inside his ass.
“My God!” The pressure is strange initially, but he does his best to relax, which works because it gets better. The knot continues to swell, stretching his inner walls, and when it starts catching the ring of his hole, Jared comes unexpectedly and it’s so hard that he blacks out for a few seconds.
When he regains consciousness, Jensen is nuzzling against Jared’s neck. His mate’s scent is much more familiar and comforting now.
Mine.
The word suddenly pops into his mind, and he freaks out.
Mine forever.
It happens again, and then does he realize it’s Jensen sending the words to his mind.
Jensen? He tries.
I can hear you perfectly, Omega.
Cool. It's not his smartest moment, but the news are so many that Jared is a bit stunned.
“This kind of communication is very useful. But you will need the training to avoid great mental effort and inappropriate thoughts at the wrong time.”
“Okay,” he agrees, already feeling fatigued from the effort he is making to communicate with Jensen and not wanting to think about the awkward situations that this particular ability can cause.
He’s still lightheaded when the Alpha maneuvers the two on their sides; the position is more comfortable without Jensen's weight over him.
It's the realization that Jensen is filling him with come that makes him try to pull away. But this is painful.
“Don’t move, man. We’re knotted.”
“Knotted? Like dog…”
“Shut up, Jared. Enough of insults to my kind. And don’t forget you’re one of us now.”
The rude tone loses its impact because of the sniffing and small licks on his neck.
“Every time that we…”
“Yeah. It will be the same.”
“How long it takes?”
“About an hour.”
“Oh, God!”
“You’ll still have some orgasms during that time. So, there's no reason to complain.”
Jensen moves his hips, emphasizing his point and the pressure on that place he discovered just today sends new waves of pleasure into his groin.
He has to admit the sex is fantastic. Jared thinks about all his previous sexual experiences and how they were unsatisfactory when compared to what he’s feeling now. There’s a fullness he has never experienced before. And that's something he wants to have for the rest of his life.
“Is it normal to like this a lot?” The question is stupid, but he needs to know.
Jensen laughs, the cock inside him pulling against his rim and making Jared get hard again.
“Absolutely, baby. So are my instincts to breed you.”
“Breed? What do you mean by that? Shit! I will get pregnant?” It would be the ultimate act of humiliation. As if it isn’t enough to get wet like a woman, there is also the possibility of getting pregnant.
“Well…I don’t know yet. You’re the first human I turn.” An angry look from Jared and Jensen completes. “And the last one, you can be sure of that.”
Jared’s expression softens. The sudden jealousy is unusual for him, but he feels the Alpha is his and no one is going to change that.
“Listen, let's not worry about it now. We have at least five days of heat ahead.”
“Five?” He asks shocked. “I won’t survive that.”
“You’ll, sweetheart. I’m sure.”
“Fuck. And my men? Our Kingdoms? What happens now?”
Pillow talk was never interesting to him. However, with Jensen, he doesn’t seem to be able to keep his mouth shut.
“Too bad my cum doesn’t have sleeping properties. Maybe the Kingdom’s healer can fix it,” Jensen says, his voice amused.
“Dumbass!” Jared sounds exasperated and involuntarily contracts the muscles of his hole, provoking a growl from Jensen.
Ah! Interesting. The powerful Alpha is also affected by Jared. He does this once more, forcing another growl from the Prince and muscular arms tighten around him.
“Answer my question, Alpha,” he says, putting an emphasis on the last word.
“Okay, man. So calm down!”
Jared relaxes his anal muscles happily knowing he can have control over the Alpha, although minimal under the circumstances.
“Thank God!” Jensen sighs in relief, loosening the grip around him.
“The peace treaty is still valid. Nothing changes about that. The only difference is you are my consort and not the opposite.”
The implications of Jensen's words are obvious.
“We go first to my Kingdom. I'm sure my brother will be delighted that I found my true mate. There is an official mating ceremony in front of the Kingdom’s subjects, and after that, we can present ourselves before your King.”
Fuck! Jared prefers to ignore the mating ceremony for now. His immediate concern turning to his men and friends. What will everyone think about him? It’s likely that Jared will be the eternal motive for jokes from now on. Jared Padalecki, the mighty warrior who went out to claim a Prince and came back as his bitch.
“There is no shame in what happened to you, sweetheart.”
Damn Alpha and his ability to perceive Jared's emotions.
“You’re a formidable warrior. There's nothing we can’t do together, my beautiful Omega.”
The Prince pulls Jared's head gently until his lips touch. The intense kiss transmits all the pride and respect that Jensen has for him. Gradually he surrenders to his Alpha, soothing his fears and insecurities. He knows Jensen will be by his side every step of the way.
There are still two kingdoms to deal with. The mark on his shoulder is something he didn’t expect, and he still has a knot inside his ass, yet he thinks he can get used to the solid body against his back.
Only time will tell!