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If anyone can hear this, gods, I want to get fucked tonight.
It’s Noah’s normal phrase whenever he goes into any place he might meet his mate, and tonight’s visit to the dance club is no exception. Call him thirsty, call him a slut, call it a consequence of being in pre-heat, Noah doesn’t care.
He’s been alone for so long, and he just wants to meet The One.
The One who’ll be able to hear his plea, who will take care of him and nurture him and fuck him until he sees stars.
He knows a half dozen couples who aren’t mates, but he’s holding out for his One, because he’d seen the kind of volatile relationships that could form otherwise. And everyone always says that you don’t have to be soulmates to fall in love, and that platonic soulmates exist, and yada, yada, yada. As a thirty-year-old virgin, Noah’s heard it all.
He doesn’t care.
He’s going for soulmates or nothing.
I’d let you fuck me right on the dance floor, he thinks as he moves out onto it and starts dancing. He loves dancing, loves the winding of bodies together, the play. Knows that once he finds his mate, it’ll be the best dance of his life, for the rest of his life.
Some of his friends call him a romantic and some call him delusional.
I want you to use me, fuck me, knock me up and love me forever. I want your cock balls-deep in my hole, gods, I’m so slick for you-
You gonna be loud for me, omega? You’re loud enough in my head right now.
The male alpha’s voice echoes through Noah’s brain right before a broad body crowds in behind him on the dance floor. “Here you are, hmm?”
Noah almost reels in shock, his body going still in the alpha’s arms.
Are- are you real?
“Very,” the alpha murmurs, leaning down to brush his nose over Noah’s neck. “And you smell so good, so ripe.”
“‘S’almost my heat,” Noah replies, though it’s lost in the beat of the music.
Gonna send me into rut, little one.
Noah.
The alpha’s arms squeeze him in a comforting hug. Chase. I can’t believe you’re here. You’re real.
I can’t believe you’re touching me right now.
Chase’s hand runs over Noah’s flat stomach, his fingers dipping down below the waistband of the skintight leggings Noah is wearing, bypassing his small omega cock and dipping into his dripping folds.
I need more, Noah thinks, and can’t help hiding his whine even telepathically.
I’ll give you everything you need, little one. Can I bring you home? Do you want to text anyone for safety?
Noah blinks away the haze of his preheat and the intoxicating aroma of the alpha behind him. He still doesn’t even know what Chase looks like, but he already loves how much Chase wants to take care of him.
When he turns in Chase’s arms, his jaw drops. The alpha is rugged, covered in tattoos peeking from underneath the collar and sleeves of a leather jacket, black hair spiking up messily as if the alpha has run his hands through it a million times, and maybe not what Noah would have imagined for himself, but now that he sees him, he’s perfect. Chase is perfectly, exactly what fate needed to send Noah.
Hi.
Hey.
And then Chase smiles, perfect white teeth shining in the black lights of the club, and Noah captures the moment with his phone to send to his bestie Nick.
Noah: Hey, so, this is happening right now. I think I’m going to be unreachable for the next few days getting my brains fucked out for my heat by this guy at this address, but if I don’t call you by Wednesday, send the cavalry.
He asks Chase for the address and sends the text off, letting Chase guide him off the dance floor as he fields a few excited text messages from Nick.
“Did you have a coat?” Chase asks as they make it to the relatively quieter lobby.
Noah shakes his head, still not believing this is actually happening.
Chase shrugs out of his leather jacket, holding it out for Noah to slip his arms in. The inside is warm and soft, the alpha’s scent wafting around him in a cloud, and now Chase’s full sleeve tattoos are on full display, intricate patterns winding up his arms before being covered by the tight white t-shirt Chase is wearing. Noah can feel himself starting to slip into heat, a pleasant glow warming from inside him. His yearly heats have never felt like this before, like he’s actually going to enjoy himself.
“I can’t believe you exist,” he murmurs, unable to help himself as he stares up at the alpha.
Chase is quiet for a moment as he leads them away from the club, his hand warm on the small of Noah’s back. “I’ll admit, I had given up hope that you were out there, little one.”
“Will you be offended if I say you weren’t what I was expecting?”
Chase grins down at him, then pulls him in for a hug. The size difference makes Noah’s stomach swoop. “You weren’t what I was expecting, either,” he whispers as he brushes a kiss over Noah’s hair. “But it’s like you were made for me.”
“What do you mean?”
“You fishing?” Chase teases as he unlocks the passenger side of a delivery truck that reads ‘Johnson’s Fresh Produce.” He opens the door for Noah and helps him hop up into the truck, then crosses around the front and slips behind the steering wheel.
“What if I am fishing?” Noah flirts back, his insides pleasantly squirmy with lust.
Instead of starting the truck, Chase leans over the bench seat, crowding into Noah’s space and pressing kisses up Noah’s neck. “I’ll chalk it up to us being new acquaintances, because my omega will definitely know exactly how much I find him attractive.”
Noah sighs happily, feeling a low pulse between his legs at the alpha’s words. The musky smell of his slick permeates the air, mixing with the alpha’s scent in a way that goes straight to Noah’s head. And then Chase reaches for the seat belt and buckles Noah in, and Noah’s heart goes all fluttery. “I like how you take care of me,” he admits easily. “I’ve always wanted someone who takes care of me.”
“And I think I’ve been looking for someone to take care of, Noah.” His lips brush over Noah’s forehead before the alpha goes into a more serious driving mode, his senses obviously on high alert. It makes Noah feel like precious cargo.
If anyone can hear this, gods, I want to get fucked tonight.
Chase’s heart stops mid-delivery, his biceps straining under his jacket from the box of produce. He shakes his head, almost thinking he imagined it, before setting the produce on the hand dolly, locking up the truck, and rolling the cart inside the club’s kitchen.
“Thanks again for saving my ass, Chase. Taco Tuesday is a crazy hit and my sous chef forgot to put in the weekly order before going on his spouse’s heat leave, the knothead.” From Angel’s smile, the alpha chef is joking, and Chase laughs as he passes over the delivery slip for signing.
I’d let you fuck me right on the dance floor.
Chase nearly drops the slip as the words float through his head, whiny and perfect and-
Gods, at thirty he’d never expected he’d find his mate, but there can’t be any other explanation. He looks toward the swinging doors connecting the kitchen to the bar. “Mind if I go out that way and get a drink?”
“Go ahead,” Angel says with a nod, already unpacking boxes and getting his kitchen help to start washing the veggies. “Tell Marlene your first round is on me.”
Chase bypasses Marlene, though, and heads straight to the dance floor, not even knowing who he’s looking for. His scan eliminates couples and groups of friends, though, and that really only leaves one little omega dancing by himself.
He’s maybe a head shorter than Chase, lithe and graceful in his movements. Enticing. Chase is kind of surprised no other alphas areencroaching on his territory, and at the thought, fiercely protective feelings spring up in Chase’s chest.
The same type of feelings that his former boyfriends had always found overbearing.
I want you to use me, fuck me, knock me up and love me forever. I want your cock balls-deep in my hole, gods, I’m so slick for you-
Chase can’t stop himself from sliding up behind the little omega, and the rest, as they say, is history.
“Okay, so I know this is going to look bad, but I promise I’m not taking you out here to murder you,” Chase says as they drive out of the town and pull off on a country road.
“You’re like a farmer or something, right?”
Noah sounds amazingly unperturbed…and a lot turned on, Chase realizes as the smell of his slick wafts toward him. He sneaks a glance in Noah’s direction to see the omega stroking his cock through his leggings, a wet spot growing there.
Chase growls, his rut spiking through him, his need to get his omega home and safe and claimed rising.
“How’d you know?”
“The sign on the side of the truck, and you smell…earthy. Not quite sure how a guy who looks like a biker bad boy ends up out here growing produce, but I’m not complaining. I’ve been wanting to move out of town forever, but I couldn’t quite give up my hunt for my soulmate and that felt like giving in.”
“What do you do?” The little omega seems endlessly fascinating to him, and once again he marvels at fate and soulmates and how natural it all seems.
“I’m a programmer, but I work from home.” Noah’s eyes flick over at him, even as he’s still rubbing his cock. “Which means I can work from your home.”
And why doesn’t that feel like he’s getting ahead of himself? But it’s all Chase can imagine, now, the perfect, spunky little omega in his bed, on his farm, in his life. Making a spot for himself easily because Chase has subconsciously been building him one there.
“I had high speed internet installed years ago because…well, I never really knew why, even though it’s super expensive, I just- just needed to do it.”
Noah’s eyes are still on him, a blush high on his cheeks. “I put in a month’s notice on my apartment lease the other week. Don’t know why I did that either, but I told myself it was because I didn’t like the neighborhood and wanted to look around. I haven’t even lined up a new place,” he says with an awed laugh. “The universe really does know what it’s doing.”
They finish their rumbling advance down Chase’s gravel drive to his farmhouse, and Chase hops out - his dogs barking their greeting as they meet him at the truck - before hurrying around to the side and helping Noah down.
Noah doesn’t stand, though, but instead uses the opportunity to wrap his legs around Chase’s waist and grind their cocks together. “I need you inside me yesterday,” he gasps, throwing his head back in wild abandon.
Chase’s rut claws at his insides again, but he must - he has to get his omega home, and this isn’t close enough. Groaning, he places his hands on Noah’s ass, hiking him up into a better position as Noah starts attacking his neck with biting kisses. Chase hips the truck door shut and walks them as carefully as he can over to the farmhouse and up the small set of steps to the porch.
That’ll have to do.
Somehow he gets them both to the floor of the porch, Noah’s small body underneath his, his surprisingly strong legs still wrapped around Chase’s waist like a vise.
And for the first time, Chase allows himself to taste Noah’s lips. The omega tastes like heaven, like home, like everything he has been waiting for. The need to take him from the inside, take him wildly, washes over him, his rut in full control now. And from the wild way Noah claws at him, he’s fairly sure Noah has joined him in his heat.
He tears his lips away so that he can pull back and lower Noah’s soaked leggings. Noah groans but lets him, kicking them off completely and opening his legs like the blooming of a flower. And sometime when Chase’s knot isn’t threatening to pop before he’s even inside his omega, he’s going to spend a long, long time getting to know every nook and cranny of Noah’s center.
He can’t do that now, though, too taken by rut to think of anything but sinking inside. But he forces himself to pause, to cup Noah’s flushed cheeks until Noah’s heat-glazed eyes are on his. “Are you sure? I have a private bedroom, some toys you could use. You don’t have to do this with me.”
“Are you kidding?” Noah bursts out, then really meets Chase’s eyes. “You’re not kidding.”
He reaches up and pulls Chase down for a long, drugging kiss, then cups Chase's cheeks just like Chase is doing.
Yes. Enthusiastic yes, yes, yes, yes. Please, please fuck me. And when we’re done and my brain is working again, you’re going to tell me all about why you have toys.
Chase grins. Let’s just say I’m not one of those alphas that’s afraid ass play makes me unmanly.
Fuck yes. Now get in me, I’ve waited forever to be knotted and I think I might die without yours.
You’ve never been knotted?
“Never done this before, period.” Noah sounds worried Chase might judge him, but all Chase can do is surge forward and press their mouths together again, their tongues dancing the same way their bodies had on the dance floor before.
Panting, Chase reaches down to pull his hard, leaking cock out of his pants. He tests Noah’s opening with two fingers, but there’s no need - the omega is so turned on, his fingers slip in up to the knuckle with no resistance, gushing slick down onto his hand.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, baby, you feel so good.
He can’t hold back anymore, his heartbeat pounding inside him telling him to mark, to claim, to breed. He lines himself up and pushes carefully inside, trying to wait for any sign of pain or hesitation on Noah’s face.
Instead, Noah moans, arching his hips up and taking Chase faster than he’d intended. Biting back a shout, Chase sinks fully into the omega’s slick, tight heat, until his heavy balls are resting against Noah’s skin.
Noah does yell, reaching up and above to grab the banister of the porch to ground him. He’s still wearing Chase’s leather jacket and the sparkly top he’d had on in the club, and Chase both can’t wait to get him fully naked and also revels in the feeling of his omega wearing his clothes.
“I’m ready, I’m ready, I’m ready,” Noah pants, his legs coming up around Chase’s waist again.
Beyond words, Chase withdraws, then slams inside again, making Noah scream with pleasure. Slick gushes around his cock, easing the way even more when Chase’s next thrust finds Noah’s prostate.
In rut and heat, there’s no way this session is going to last, and Chase can feel his knot already starting to catch even as he sets into a rhythm as old as time. His only thought is bringing the beautiful omega below him the greatest pleasure he can, and from the high flush on Noah’s cheeks, the way he’s mewling Chase’s name, the way his legs are wrapped around Chase’s waist like they’ll need a crowbar to pry them off, Chase is fairly sure he’s doing a good job.
The first time his knot resists coming back out, stretching Noah’s rim, Noah sobs and comes, his cock shooting over his stomach as his muscles clamp down and try to keep Chase inside him. Chase gasps, shoving his knot back inside. Two more pumps into the impossibly tight heat and he’s coming in long, slow pulses, Noah milking his knot for all he’s worth.
He buries his face in his omega’s neck, feeling tears prick at his eyes at the amazing feeling of finally claiming his mate. When he pulls back, he sees that Noah is crying, too, though his grin stretches from ear to ear.
“I found you,” Noah whispers, his voice hoarse from yelling his pleasure. “I can’t believe I found you.”
Chase rolls them and sits up, settling Noah in his lap while his cock still pulses inside, his knot locking in the cum and forcing it on its way to do the job in Noah’s womb. There’s no way they won’t be joined by pups soon, not with the astronomically high fertility rates of soulmate couples. “You found me, and you can keep me. I’m all yours.”
Sighing, Noah melts into his arms as they wait for the knot to go down.