That declaration, the way that Derek explains how this isn't rape, it makes Scott shake. Because he can feel the heat in his body, and he disagrees with the way the Alpha says he can't rape him. Fuck biology. There's no way that he needs Derek, not like this. It's a hard defiance to hold onto, his heart racing as Derek holds him down against his crotch, fingers finally loosening.
He didn't understand just how risky the game he was playing was. How omegas were usually lost or orphaned, that very few chose to be Omegas. He ignored the urges, the way his wolf ached every time he refused Derek, every time he made that distinction that Derek wasn't his Alpha. Instinct wanted him to be in a pack, and there was something else, a connection he couldn't deny that wanted it to be Derek.
The Alpha's fingers move to pop the button on his jeans, and his first instinct is to tell Derek he's wrong. But, when his scent is stronger in the air, filling Scott's senses because of how close he is, his second instinct is to nuzzle into Derek's cock. There's an utterly shameless whine that hums on his lips as he tries to hold himself back, his body shaking. It's sudden and overwhelming, that moment when it hits him that it's not just teenage hormones, that his body wants Derek.
He's not sure exactly when his restraint breaks, but it somehow ends up with him yanking Derek's boxers down with his teeth. It occurs to him that he's not being particularly convincing, and he tries to pull himself out of it, glaring daggers at Derek as he presses his cheek against the Alpha's length.
"Stop.." His voice sounds less than convincing, even hissed through clenched teeth.
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Date: 2013-07-15 05:46 am (UTC)He didn't understand just how risky the game he was playing was. How omegas were usually lost or orphaned, that very few chose to be Omegas. He ignored the urges, the way his wolf ached every time he refused Derek, every time he made that distinction that Derek wasn't his Alpha. Instinct wanted him to be in a pack, and there was something else, a connection he couldn't deny that wanted it to be Derek.
The Alpha's fingers move to pop the button on his jeans, and his first instinct is to tell Derek he's wrong. But, when his scent is stronger in the air, filling Scott's senses because of how close he is, his second instinct is to nuzzle into Derek's cock. There's an utterly shameless whine that hums on his lips as he tries to hold himself back, his body shaking. It's sudden and overwhelming, that moment when it hits him that it's not just teenage hormones, that his body wants Derek.
He's not sure exactly when his restraint breaks, but it somehow ends up with him yanking Derek's boxers down with his teeth. It occurs to him that he's not being particularly convincing, and he tries to pull himself out of it, glaring daggers at Derek as he presses his cheek against the Alpha's length.
"Stop.." His voice sounds less than convincing, even hissed through clenched teeth.