When they returned home, Dallas was eager for the dessert he’d been promised. They’d been close all night, as if they were a couple. Roman had been warm and comforting. He’d been almost desperate for the Omega’s touch, and when they returned home it had not changed. He’d teased the Omega enough, that as soon as Roman sat on the couch, the Omega was straddling his lap, grinning down at him.

“Hungry, still?” Roman asked innocently.

“For more of you, yes. You kept grabbing my butt! The waitress was horrified.”

Roman gave a deep and throaty chuckle, amused as he thought of the woman who had watched with big doe eyes as he’d grabbed the Omega and held him for longer than strictly necessary. He’d been eager to let everyone know that Dallas was with him. The other patrons had been uncomfortable—this woman had been downright dying. He’d wanted to show her how deeply the Omega was in fact his.

“She wasn’t horrified. She was aroused.”

“No, she was horrified—she certainly couldn’t look me in the eye!”

“It was because she kept thinking about what we’d look like fucking.”

“You’re so crude.”

“Don’t like it?”

“Not at all, you big jerk.”

Dallas eyed him, but Roman couldn’t help his eyes rolling as he rocked his hips so he could grind against the Omega. Dallas responded with a sharp inhale and a rock of his hips in return, his eyes closing as he let himself enjoy the touch of the Alpha. Immediately he could feel himself stir; not for the first time since they’d left for dinner. Roman had a way of encouraging arousal.

“Want something?” He teased, while Dallas ground down against the bulge he could feel forming in the Alpha’s pants.

“Yes. I want something, for sure.” purred the Omega. This time it would be his turn to drive the blonde mad. Without another word, his mouth found Roman’s, and his hips began to rock and grind against the man beneath him. He didn’t stop until Roman began to buck into him, and then when he had, the Omega decided to slip down to the floor, eyes still on the Alpha. He nuzzled at Roman’s crotch through his jeans, dragging a hiss from the man. Roman was already impatient, and unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, shimmying them down so that his erection was freed.

Dallas for once had decided he didn't need to tease, and instead took the head of Roman’s cock into his mouth, sucking deeply and wrapping his mouth firmly around the thick shaft. Roman’s gasp was reward enough, but Dallas was feeling greedy. One hand slid down to tease the base of Roman’s shaft, pumping where his mouth did not touch. His other hand slid lower to play and tease his testicles. Roman positively melted, groans filtering from his lips as he leaned back into the couch.

Dallas continued, until he’d felt the Alpha begin to buck against his lips. He wasted no time standing and dropping his pants. Stepping out of them he easily straddled a surprised Roman who eyed him with amused curiosity. Dallas slid his hand behind himself and gripped the Alpha’s cock, positioning it at his entrance. The resulting inhale, or the almost cry of ecstasy that sprang from the Alpha’s lips was just as arousing as he’d thought it would be.

Roman gripped the Omega’s hips to steady him as he sank down, inch after inch of Roman’s cock disappearing inside Dallas. He trembled as he felt himself being squeezed by the tightness of the smaller man; his body shuddering as he was fully enveloped by his lover. Dallas ground down on him for a moment longer before the blonde began to pump into him; body trembling as a moan finally slipped from the Omega’s lips.

“You fill me up s-so good, Roman…”

“You feel so fucking good on my dick. This is where you belong—full of my cock!”

Roman growled, his mouth enveloping Dallas' in a hungry, demanding kiss. Dallas could feel Roman’s ardent need to possess every inch of him, as if by instinct alone. He began to pump almost feverishly, slamming up into the Omega again and again as Dallas rocked his hips to take every punishing blow of Roman’s strong hips.

Their orgasms didn’t take long; and this time when Roman came he fucked himself up into the little Omega anew, and tilted his head back, hellbent on feeling the exact moment he came for his lover. His hands gripped at Dallas' thighs, and Dallas rode him as hard and as fast as he could. The lewd slapping sound of his rear colliding with Roman’s thighs was audible between their mingled moans, pants, and cries of pleasure. Finally, Roman gripped the Omega and drove into him in several short, sharp thrusts until finally he buried himself to the hilt, and came again. They could both feel the thick ropes of his come coating the Omega, and as he stroked Dallas, Dallas found his release while bucking into Roman’s hand.

When they were both spent, Dallas lay with his head on Roman’s chest, panting; he hadn’t pulled off the Alpha, instead choosing to allow him to press into him, keeping his seed deep within the Omega. Even as he lay still against the Alpha, Dallas' wolf was satisfied and pleased with their union. He seemed to feel as if that was indeed where he belonged; full of Roman’s cock and seed. Dallas' own seed lay sprawled between their bodies, cold and dry now as they both tried to get their breath under control.

Eventually, Roman’s member had softened enough for the two to replace their clothes, and Roman snuggled up to the Omega. For a long moment neither seemed to want to separate, until at length Roman slid his hand into Dallas' and pulled him close to kiss him sweetly.

“Come to bed with me.”

“In the loft?”

“Mmhmm. I’ll make sure you don’t fall.”

Dallas gave a amused smile and started up the ladder, Roman following after. The two crawled into bed together, with Roman snuggled up to Dallas' back, pressed tight against his body. His arms slid comfortably around the Omega, and he let his fingers drift over Dallas' side.

“You should stay. I want you to stay. With me. I want to raise these pups with you.”

“Pups?”

“Yes. There’s no way you’re not pregnant now. I’ll have my heir. I want you, too, Dallas.”

For a long moment Dallas froze. In the heat of the moment earlier he had forgotten all about the pact they’d made. He did his best to keep his breathing under control as he stilled, realizing that he’d forgotten the pact completely. Within just the last hours he’d had Roman twice—and the Alpha was right, if Dallas' own wolf was any judge. The mating had been a good and strong one—and both Roman and Dallas were in prime condition to breed.

Cold dread settled along the Omega’s spine as he realized that what Roman had said had been twofold—not only did he want the Omega’s child, he wanted the Omega as well. Suddenly he felt as if he were being suffocated—there was no room in his old life for the child he’d bear or the relationship that Roman had suggested. Where would they be in his old life?

He had wanted to move; leave the whole state if he possibly could. He wanted to run to Canada or maybe to Asia—not that he spoke any one of a smattering of languages common in Asia, he simply wanted to get away from the werewolves. From the fact he too was a werewolf. He hated himself in that moment, if only because he’d been desperate to leave before. Confused, he wondered if perhaps his wolf had had some sort of influence on him and his choice on whether or not he’d wanted to stay.

He sought the answer, only to feel his wolf bewildered and confused as to why he wanted to leave. They were likely pregnant with fine, strong offspring fathered by a fine, strong mate who cared deeply for them and wanted nothing but the best for them. The wolf clearly wanted to stay; to hunt with not only the Alpha and their offspring—but the pack as well.

Despite the obvious good will of his wolf, Dallas found himself feeling particularly betrayed, unaware his wolf had wanted it. Yet if he thought back to it—of course his wolf would want it. It was normal, natural even to want something like this. Dallas had just never felt as if he should have it—that quintessential family that he’d never truly had.

Even as the thought occurred to him, he realized the silence he'd lapsed into was far too long. He listened for any sign of tension from the Alpha, and found relief when he realized that Roman had dozed off some time ago. Upon this realization, the plan formed. Dallas eased his arm from behind the Alpha's head, carefully moving so that Roman didn’t wake from his slumber. It wasn't likely he would wake up—not much could wake the wolf in such a deep sleep, but Dallas didn't want to test it.

He slowly moved to the end of the loft and down the ladder. He used the restroom, biding his time as he slowly prepared for what he was about to do. He found himself pacing in circles, unsure of his next move. When he heard Roman rumble in his sleep he realized his anxieties were likely something that would wake Roman, so he put his boots on, and slipped outside.

On the porch, he stood staring out at the clearing. There was no sound just now, and for a moment the wolf wondered if perhaps he’d only mistaken his fears. If perhaps in this gloom, he certainly couldn’t simply learn to stay. Yet even as he thought of it, his stomach squeezed uncomfortably. He couldn’t stay here—wouldn’t. It was too close to a home, and he was sure that a home would simply abandon him in time. Roman may have wanted him for now, but after he’d had the heir the Alpha so desperately needed? Dallas doubted Roman would have much care as to what happened to the Omega. No matter how much Roman seemed to care now, he didn’t know the Omega. Not well enough to settle down for life.

He took one more glance back at the door of the tiny cabin. He looked at the jeep in the carport and thought of the meal they just had. Of the days Roman had spent comforting him and building him up to prepare him for the test ahead. He thought of the lives that might already be quickening inside him. Could he subject them to this life? To changing and running, and changing again? What if they were no more able to pass the tests than he was?

He took a step into the snow and paused, a noise catching his attention. It was likely just a rat, for the sound had been so fleet. Still, he listened carefully. Upon hearing nothing more, he began to take steps away from the cabin; he could not linger anymore—he had to leave. For a long few moments he stopped at the treeline, again looking at both cabin and car, and trying desperately to commit these things to memory, to at least remind himself what they looked like to him. What they had meant to him.

The Omega began to move through the treeline, his eyes sharper in the dark now than they had ever been before. In fact, most of his senses were rather sharp now. His nose had become more acute, as had his ears. Yet as he cleared the first treeline into a wider expanse of yard near the manor house, he had the distinct itch at the back of his neck that signaled someone was watching him.

He didn’t stop, or even consider turning around—whoever it was, it certainly wasn’t Roman. Roman would have either not given himself away at all, or would have pounced him to the ground already. Whoever was following him now, they wanted him to run—of that he was sure. He continued walking, heading back into the treeline as leisurely as he could. Perhaps it was a couple of sentinels, and he’d only be watched so long as he was being suspicious. He made himself act leisurely, despite the hairs prickling along his neck.

Internally, his wolf was desperate to change. To fight or flee from whoever was pursuing them. He could understand now why Roman had been so intense on his own control. If he hadn’t been in complete control, he would have changed. No amount of comfort would help his wolf just now—the beast was all instinct, and Dallas was a man; one who could think.

As he walked, he tried to formulate a plan. He’d walked at night a few times, around the property. Well, at least within a short distance of the cabin. He wondered why tonight of all nights there were wolves close enough to track his progress. Had someone sent them? He was beginning to near the edge of the property and stopped to relieve himself against a tree, trying still to buy himself some time.

When he neared the tall wall he’d climb it, he decided. That was probably his best chance of escape, to go deeper into the treeline. He thought he had heard as many as four wolves, though no fewer than two. He’d heard the scratching of paws on the dirt and knew that the sound alone was different for each wolf.

As he got to the barrier he prepared himself. He wasn’t sure if he’d make the leap, let alone actually succeed in it. When he found the edge of the property, he strolled along its edges for a few short minutes, casually keeping an eye out for a spot that might be a good one to try to get over the fence. When he found a low hanging but tight cluster of branches, he decided this would be his chance to act.

He couldn’t give a second thought to the decision, lest the wolves following him knew something was happening. They hadn’t gotten any closer, but they hadn’t left, either. It was now or never, Dallas decided—if he didn’t take the leap now, he never would. With a last deep breath, he suddenly took off to the right of the path, and leapt with all his strength. He caught the first tree branch and heard the snarl of impatient wolves as they charged after him. For a harrowing moment, the Omega thought he might not make it—that they’d grab him and yank him down from the tree.

Dallas scrambled up the tree with adrenaline pumping through his body, making his heart hammer and his chest constrict. He felt the snap of teeth just under his shoe, and pulled his foot up just in time for the next animal to leap at him. From there, he had a home stretch.

Dallas tried to run across the tree branch that reached over the gap and to the wall and leapt. He felt himself scrabbling against the stones, the purchases on the wall had long since been worn away. He could hear the angry snarls behind him as he tried to surmount the wall. His fingers found a grip at the edge of the precipice, and for a moment he thought he’d be over the wall before the wolves caught up to him.

He felt the snap of teeth inches from his ankle, the hot breath on his skin sending a terrible spike of adrenaline up his spine. With renewed vigor he began to scrabble, trying his best to get up and over the wall as far as he could. His waist was over the wall and he would be over the wall in just one or two more seconds. He just needed a couple more seconds.

Those seconds never came.

He felt the teeth knit in his pant leg, digging painfully into his skin without quite drawing blood. He felt himself falling, and in a strange moment of adrenaline he could see everything as if it were happening in slow motion; as if someone had suddenly slowed down the world to near nothing and kept him from doing more than just watch as he slid from the wall.

Dallas hit the ground, and felt the teeth of another wolf grip his jacket and shake him violently. He was sure the wolves would rip him apart; tear him into little pieces and splatters to be found by someone in the morning. One wolf picked him up by the front of the jacket and with force he hadn’t realized was possible, slammed him into the ground as Dallas' wolf began to force the change.

The last thing he remembered was a sharp pain in his head, and then blackness.