Charles should have known that pretending like he wasn’t in his room wasn’t going to deter the most stubborn man he had ever met. He just hadn’t expected things to escalate the way they had, or to end up in his bedroom. 

Myron was like a storm moving fast and violently, and as soon as Charles thought he’d been passed over, he would find himself in the hurricane’s eye again. From his shaggy auburn hair to the look in his eyes and the custom tailored suit he hadn’t even bothered to button up properly, everything about the man said, “I spent all of two seconds to look like your dirtiest dreams and I’m about to become your sweetest nightmare.”

Fuck me, indeed, thought Charles. Myron peeled off his coat and threw it aside like he had a personal grudge against it. He hadn’t even bothered with the tie Charles had picked out for him, so that was one less article of clothing to be strewn on the floor. It occurred to Charles that if they were going to do this thing his body craved and his mind wouldn’t stop fantasizing about, even if his heart knew it was a disaster waiting to happen, there was something Myron needed to know.

“Wait,” he said urgently as Myron settled next to him on the bed, his godlike torso fully uncovered and making it hard for Charles to remember exactly what it was he needed to say. 

“What is it?” Myron asked, taking the time to look over Charles’ robe like he was already picturing the quickest way to get it to the floor. 

Charles’ mouth was dry as he swallowed, but the sight of Myron was solving that problem fast. Humiliation and lust were in a constant battle. “Before we do this, there’s something you need to know. You may not even want to after.”

The omega listened impatiently. “Well?”

“I don’t… I’ve never per se… knotted anyone.”

Myron blinked. “Never?”

“No. I’m not sure I can,” he admitted. “I can’t shift, either, so I assume it’s related.”

“You can’t? Have you ever?”

“No. I never have,” Charles said, drowning in his own humiliation. “If I hadn’t been taken in by other shifters years ago, I probably wouldn’t even know I was one. I’ve tried everything, but none of the usual methods have worked for me. Not even hypnosis.”

“Jeez. That’s…”

“Weird,” Charles muttered. 

“Unusual,” Myron corrected. “But hey, it’s not like I can shift, either.”

“You’re an omega. You’re not supposed to be able to. At least, you weren’t until you met me.”

“Well, you’re definitely my destined and I still haven’t, so maybe we’re both outliers.” Myron arched an eyebrow. “But you have had sex, right?”

“Yes.” Charles’ face felt like it was on fire. God, he hated this. At least if he kept going, he wouldn’t have to worry about disappointing Myron in bed. He’d just chase him off with his words. “I just don’t… do that.”

Myron listened and Charles found himself wishing he wasn’t incapable of reading expressions. “Oh. Well, good.”

“Good?”

“I don’t get fucked by anyone, knot or no knot,” Myron said firmly. “I fuck. Period. And sometimes, I go down if you ask real nice and the mood strikes. Is that a problem?”

“N—no,” Charles stammered. The Alphas he’d been with had never particularly cared either, even if a couple of them had made a remark about it, but he hadn’t been expecting Myron’s nonchalance. 

“Good,” the omega said, taking Charles down onto his back and kissing him the way he had the first time. Charles was relieved he was lying down this time. His head was spinning, and Myron’s muscular body settling on top of his and crushing the breath out of him wasn’t doing anything to increase his oxygen intake. Then again, who needed to breathe? 

Myron tore open Charles’ robe and the Alpha suddenly wished he’d worn boxers. Anything to delay Myron’s awareness of how unimpressive he was. His lean, wiry build made him feel like a pasty mannequin next to the bronze glow of the omega’s built body. The image of Myron’s fully erect cock was still burned in his mind, and while Charles was reasonably well-endowed despite not being able to knot, the omega had him beat there too. 

Nonetheless, the look in Myron’s eyes as he studied what he’d revealed was far from disappointment. Myron gave the Alpha a rumbling growl of approval as he climbed between his legs and pushed them apart, taking Charles by surprise. Somehow he hadn’t imagined the omega would be quite so comfortable in control. Even the more dominant ones who’d been casually drawn to him over the years tended to enjoy handing over the reins in the bedroom, but Myron seemed to know exactly what he wanted. The omega seemed intent on taking it, too, even if the plan changed by the moment. 

Charles was unprepared for the same spark that came whenever they touched to be present tenfold when the omega’s hand wrapped around his shaft. Myron laved him enthusiastically, his tongue dancing around the head of Charles’ cock and teasing out drops of arousal as he worked him like this was a nightly occurrence. The Alpha’s whole body tensed up with his cock and he found himself entirely at the omega’s mercy in a surprisingly pleasant way.

All his fears of disappointing the one man he actually cared to impress seemed for naught as Myron made it clear that he was taking matters into his own hands. And his mouth, apparently. 

“Oh!” Charles cried out as Myron stopped sucking him long enough to dip his own fingers into his mouth before working them into the Alpha’s hole. He wasn’t quite gentle, but Charles could tell he was more than used to using his skill to prepare his lovers. He more than made up for his roughness with skill and Charles had to struggle to catch his breath as Myron finger-fucked him to the point of unintelligibility. Just when he thought he was going to black out from the bursts of color that tinted his vision every time Myron’s strategically angled fingers hit his prostate, the omega had the timing to pull out and rolled him onto his stomach. 

“Where in the bloody hell did you learn to do that?” Charles groaned, still catching his breath as he tried to readjust on the mattress. It was much too soft to accommodate the kind of ruthless lovemaking Myron seemed to have in store, and Charles was sure they were going to sink all the way to the floor.

Myron laughed huskily, shoving a pillow under the Alpha’s stomach to elevate his ass and arranging him into an undignified position. Charles’ face flamed with embarrassment at being humiliated for the other man’s pleasure, but there was something about it that made heat travel to his core. “That was just the foreplay, babe,” said Myron. “You’re in for it now.”

Charles trembled with anticipation, his stiff cock grinding up against the rough fabric of the pillow Myron had wedged beneath him. The omega wasn’t even inside of him yet and he was ready to burst. 

Sex had always been something Charles only craved because his loneliness had reached the point where he needed to feel someone else’s skin against his own, and sex was the easiest way to achieve that. When Myron’s length slid into him, hot and stiff like a burning steel rod, he melted. He didn’t just want it, he needed it, harder and faster and slower and more.

The way Myron shuddered deep inside of him, pushing himself in even deeper, told Charles the omega needed it too. The omega’s agile fingers dug into the Alpha’s sides, keeping him in position as he gave his partner time to adjust.

“You okay?” Myron asked, his voice rough and breathless.

Charles tried to respond, but he must have taken too long to collect himself because Myron shifted to get a better view of his face and the movement made the Alpha cry out in ecstasy. 

“Oh,” Myron purred in understanding, beginning to grind his hips into the other man’s ass. “I see. That good, huh?”

“God,” Charles moaned, his legs close to splitting as Myron fucked him harder. 

The omega’s strong hands massaged Charles’ tight back appreciatively as he kept thrusting. “You’re gonna be calling me the devil before the night’s over, pretty boy.”

“I’m not—” Charles gasped before he could finish the thought as Myron started hitting him from a different angle. Maybe he really was the devil, or at the very least a demon who was perfectly suited for tempting him beyond his ability to resist. When Myron’s hand clutched his hair and pulled him back, arching his spine, Charles felt like he was going to die then and there and it would be perfectly alright. There was nowhere to go but down. 

“Your ass is so fucking tight,” Myron growled in his ear, still gripping the Alpha’s hair as he fucked him with calculated abandon. “How much you wanna bet I can make you cum without touching you?”

Charles let out a quivering breath. He didn’t need to bet, he knew. Myron was the one in control, and the thought of taking it back again when the fantasy was over seemed exhausting.

“Please,” Charles gasped, writhing since the omega had gone torturously still inside him. 

“Beg me,” Myron ordered boredly, as if he was perfectly content to stay there all day, leaving Charles hanging over the brink of satisfaction. “Beg me to fuck you.”

“Please. God, please, fuck me,” Charles pleaded, his voice and body shuddering. He knew how pathetic he sounded, but it was nothing compared to the need for Myron to keep doing what he did so absurdly well. 

Myron was growling possessively again, grinding hard into his momentary mate to reward him. “That sexy accent of yours makes desperation sound so good. But you’re going to have to be patient,” he drawled, pulling out like the cruel fiend he was. He flipped Charles over, his eyes dancing with twisted amusement as he dropped down between the Alpha’s legs and slid his hands underneath Charles’ head to cradle him. “I’m not an Alpha, and you’re gonna have to go at my speed. Right now, I feel like taking my time.”

Charles’ moan of protest was drowned in the omega’s kiss. Myron’s thick cock dangled between his legs, the tip of it teasing his slick perineum and making him squirm. “What made you this way?”

The bitter question made Myron laugh, a sadistic yet pleasant sound he smothered in Charles’ neck as he teased and kissed and nipped at the Alpha’s flesh with the same tender aggression he’d inflicted on his cock. “Eager, are we?” he taunted, grinding up against Charles’ package. Charles grimaced. He was so close to coming it hurt. “You know, you sure whine like an omega.”

“And you’re as much of a prick as any Alpha I’ve ever been with,” Charles muttered. 

The grin that split Myron’s devilishly handsome face said he didn’t take that as an insult. His fingers walked down the Alpha’s chest, teasing and lightly twisting his sensitive nipples. Charles’ cock jerked up against Myron’s thigh and his back arched into the touch. How could something meant to torture him feel so fucking good?

“You’re sensitive,” Myron murmured, his eyes darkening with lust as he watched the way the Alpha responded to his experimental caresses. He acted like he was trying out all the buttons on a new car just to figure out what they did. “I like that.”

Charles wasn’t sure what to make of the omega’s candor any more than his touch. He’d never met someone who spoke so plainly, for better or for worse. What he wanted, what he didn’t, what he happened to be thinking at any moment. Purely by accident, Charles realized he had chosen the perfect representative for his company. Myron was everything he wasn’t. Confident. Shameless. Unapologetic. 

Myron’s lips found their way to Charles’ again and this, too, was improvisation. The Alpha felt it in every sporadic caress of the omega’s searching tongue, every accidental brush that elicited far greater pleasure than Charles had ever given himself. By the time Myron pushed into him again, Charles was right where the omega wanted him and they both knew it. 

The sharpness in the omega’s eyes turned glassy as he finally reached the point where playing with his prey had turned serious. Myron pulled Charles’ body close and the Alpha wrapped himself around the tense omega, worn out limbs and all. His cock was pressed up against Myron’s heavily defined abs, but it was the pressure inside his ass that had him on the verge. Of orgasm, of blacking out from pleasure, of falling in love. All he could do was wait to see where he landed when Myron finally pushed him over the edge. 

“Charles,” Myron growled, the Alpha’s name jagged on his lips as he clutched his body and slammed his hips into Charles’ bruised ass over and over again. The entire time, they’d been playing Myron’s game, and the omega clearly took as much delight in predicting and manipulating his opponent’s pleasure as he did in taking his own. But something had shifted in the last few moments. Charles felt that, for once, they were on the same team and Myron was taking from him what he needed while giving Charles more than he had bargained for. He kissed Myron hungrily, desperate to prove that he would do and be and say whatever the omega wanted.

“Come for me.” The whispered order was processed by Charles’ body before his mind. With a pleasured gasp of Myron’s name, he shook hard and felt himself tighten around the omega’s sizable cock as his own shot streams of pleasure between them. 

“Oh, fucking hell,” Myron whispered, ramming hard into the Alpha’s tight passage. He came the way he fucked, deep and aggressive and always in control. As Charles gave himself over to the conquest, he could no longer remember who was in heat and who was in rut.

And then, something impossible happened. The base of Myron’s shaft swelled and locked them together, sending waves of blinding pleasure and pain over Charles. Myron seemed as bewildered as Charles himself was. They both froze, save for their heavy breathing, and Charles stared up at the omega with tears of bewilderment and pain and bliss making it hard to see him clearly. 

“How…?”

Myron shook his head, his breath still coming in shallow huffs and the flush of orgasm still warming his sun-kissed skin. “I have no fucking idea. Are you okay?”

“I—I think so.” It wasn’t the first time Charles had been knotted, but it was the second. He’d learned that he wasn’t especially fond of the amount of pain it took to get to the pleasure, and unlike an omega, he couldn’t self-lubricate to take it without serious preparation.

“I’m sorry,” Myron whispered, no longer the demanding and rakish lover he’d been a moment earlier. He was still in control, and for that, Charles was grateful because panicking was only going to hurt them both. He looked over the exhausted Alpha in concern, his touch gentling as he stroked his lover’s shoulder. “Try to relax. Fuck, I think I hurt you.”

“A little,” Charles admitted, wincing. “I’ll be alright, just please try not to move. Give me a minute.”

Myron nodded, his once confident expression melting into guilt. “Charles, I swear, this has never happened before.”

“No,” Charles said with a breathy laugh. “I would imagine not.”

Now that he’d had a moment to adjust to the pain, Charles was having a difficult time managing his breathing for a different reason. Myron was doing his best to hold still, but the steady pulse Charles could feel through the textured veins on the omega’s shaft was making it hard not to squirm. Myron’s knot was as thick around as his fist, and as it pressed up into the Alpha’s prostate, grinding and throbbing with every slight movement, Charles found himself unable to think clearly at all.

Myron’s eyes lit up with understanding. “Oh…” He stroked Charles’ hair with far more affection than he’d shown before. “I felt you relax a little. Does that feel good?”

Charles’ cheeks were flushed and burning as he nodded. “Yes… yes, it—” He moaned when his own movement sent another aftershock through him.

The omega’s eyes glazed over and he let out a rush of breath that sounded like pure awe. “Here, baby. Trust me,” he pleaded. 

Trust me…

Charles nodded, afraid to move much more than that. Myron pulled him close again, holding him tight to keep him as still as possible as he rolled over so the knotted Alpha was on top of him, straddling his lap.

Charles gasped, but the pain became a memory as the new angle flooded him with pleasure. 

“There,” Myron said in a tone that was unusually gentle for him as he stroked Charles’ half-erect cock. Charles wasn’t sure if he was starting to get hard again or if it had simply never gone down, but it was impossible to stop getting aroused all over again with the knot filling him up. “Now you can control it.”

“Won’t it just take longer for your knot to go down?” Charles asked warily, even though he was already starting to rock down gently on the omega’s swollen shaft. 

“I’m just figuring this out as we go, but uh, I don’t think it’s gonna go down anytime soon.”

“Noted,” Charles gasped, planting his hands on Myron’s firm chest for balance. “God, it’s… do you feel that?”

“I’m so deep inside you I can feel it when you blink,” Myron answered in a throaty voice.

“No, not that. The…” He tried to think of a word for it. Heat wasn’t quite right. Buzzing, maybe. Little patterns of electricity dancing over his skin. “I don’t know what it is, it just feels so good.”

“Oh, yeah,” Myron murmured, taking Charles’ hand. “I feel that.”

The tears in Charles’ eyes fell free because the warmth inside of him became too much and it all spilled over. Myron reached up to brush them away, offering words of consolation, but he didn’t understand. It wasn’t pain, it was perfection Charles couldn’t put into words. He decided to let his body do the talking and one orgasm after the other led them both into sleepy bliss. When Myron’s knot finally went down enough for him to pull out, Charles missed the closeness that came with it even if the omega had him wrapped up in his arms. 

“Hell,” Myron moaned, running a hand through his sweat-drenched hair. “And I thought satisfying an omega in heat took a lot out of me.”

“You’re the one who got stuck,” Charles mumbled into his neck. 

“Mmh,” Myron grunted, palming the Alpha’s firm ass to pull him closer. “Still no clue how that happened, but I’ve never felt anything as good as that.”

“No,” Charles agreed wistfully. “Neither have I.”