Scott McCall is a Junior at Beacon Hills University and is an Alpha werewolf, age 21, possessing supernatural strength, endurance, and recovery, and one of the leading members at the fraternity Delta Chi. He is ruggedly handsome, very muscular, has moppy dark hair and brown eyes and a big, girth, uncut cock. It's his third year at university and he has never felt so disoriented, ever since Freshman omega werewolf Derek Hale, age 19 started pledging the frat. Derek, beautiful, dry witted and strong willed Omega, has made him have to fight every instinct to crowd against him or make some kind of pass like half the frat has made which Derek has politely (to varying degrees) turned down. It's a few weeks before the end of first semester and the pledges officially have been invited to be brothers. Scott and Derek are hanging out, Derek, always friendly and attentive to Scott, says he's going to finally let loose one big time before it's time to start studying for finals hardcore. They have a great time, Derek getting looser and looser and as he drinks more and more, after drinking games and then Derek dances until the party starts dying down, pulling Scott into the dance party once it's well past 2 am, dancing close before Derek starts to get a little wet, Scott trying to act decent, against every alpha instinct, and not comment on it, until the other frat brothers start telling people its last call. Derek looks at Scott then and says he's too drunk to walk home, asks if he can stay the night. Ultimately Scott tells Derek he doesn't want to sleep with him until the morning cause Derek is drunk and Scott doesn't want to take advantage. Derek is very touched by this and then drunkely ashamed a bit and gets embarrassingly emotional but Scott holds and kisses him through it, Derek falling asleep in his arms. No knotting in this world.

Chapter 3: Waking Heat

The first sensation was the dull, insistent throb behind Derek’s temples. Morning light, sharp and unforgiving, sliced through a gap in the curtains, landing squarely on his closed eyelids. He groaned, low and guttural, and buried his face deeper into the pillow. The scent that filled his nose wasn’t his own stale dorm smell; it was cedar, earth, and the warm, clean musk of Alpha. Scott.

Memory slammed back: the party, the dizzying rush of whiskey, Scott’s unexpected refusal, the raw vulnerability of tears, the tender kisses before sleep. He cracked an eye open, wincing against the light.

Scott lay beside him on the double bed, the confined space forcing them close. He was shirtless, the patchwork quilt tangled low around his hips. Morning light sculpted the powerful lines of his chest, the defined ridges of his abdomen, the strong column of his throat. Dark hair was mussed, lips slightly parted in sleep. He looked… peaceful. Utterly, devastatingly beautiful. Derek’s breath hitched, a sharp intake that scraped his dry throat. The throb in his head receded, momentarily drowned out by a surge of heat low in his belly. A familiar slickness bloomed, a warm, insistent pulse against the fabric of his boxers. God, not now.

Almost without conscious thought, his hand moved. He reached out, tentatively, his fingertips hovering for a heartbeat above the smooth, warm skin of Scott’s bicep. The muscle was solid even in sleep. He traced a single, feather-light line down Scott’s arm, following the curve from shoulder to elbow. The contact sent a jolt through him, electric and grounding.

Scott stirred. A low rumble started deep in his chest, not quite a growl, more like the purr of a waking predator. His eyelids fluttered open, revealing warm brown eyes that were instantly alert, instantly focused on Derek. There was no confusion, only a slow, dawning heat that mirrored the fire igniting in Derek’s veins. A slow, knowing smile spread across Scott’s face, lighting up his features with a warmth that chased away the last shadows of the hangover for a blissful moment.

"Morning, beautiful," Scott murmured. His voice was thick with sleep, rough and intimate in the quiet room. It resonated deep in Derek’s core.

Then Scott moved. One strong arm slid beneath Derek, pulling him close, effortlessly shifting their bodies together on the narrow mattress. Scott’s hand cradled the back of Derek’s head, fingers immediately tangling in the dark silk of his hair, exactly as Derek remembered from the night before. The kiss wasn't tentative. It was searing. Scott’s lips met his with a hunger that stole Derek’s breath, hot and demanding yet achingly familiar. Derek melted into it, his own lips parting willingly, a quiet moan escaping as Scott’s tongue swept against his. The slickness intensified, a molten ache pooling low, the scent of his arousal mingling headily with Scott’s cedar-earth dominance in the small space.

Scott’s free hand slid down Derek’s back, strong fingers splaying possessively over the curve of his spine, pulling their hips flush. Derek gasped against Scott’s mouth, arching instinctively into the hard press of Scott’s body against his own. He could feel the unmistakable, thick ridge of Scott’s cock, already hard and straining against the thin barrier of their boxers, pressing insistently against Derek’s hip. The contact sent a shockwave of pure need through him. His hands scrabbled over Scott’s bare back, tracing the powerful muscles, nails scraping lightly in desperate encouragement.

The kiss deepened, became a frantic exploration. Scott rolled them slightly, pressing Derek deeper into the mattress, his larger frame a comforting, arousing weight. His lips trailed fire down Derek’s jaw, nipping lightly at the stubble along his jawline before finding the sensitive spot where neck met shoulder. Derek’s head fell back, baring his throat with a choked gasp. The low growl vibrated against his skin this time, primal and possessive.

Scott’s hand slid lower, slipping beneath the waistband of Derek’s boxers, his palm rough and hot against the smooth skin of Derek’s ass. He cupped a cheek, fingers brushing the slick heat gathering there. Derek shuddered violently, gasping Scott’s name.

Scott froze.

He pulled back just enough to look down into Derek’s face. His golden eyes, burning with intense desire, searched Derek’s, holding him captive. His breath was ragged, his chest heaving against Derek’s. The hand on Derek’s ass didn't move, but the pressure eased, becoming a steady, grounding presence rather than an escalation. The raw need on Scott’s face was tempered now by something else – fierce concentration, a desperate kind of control. His thumb stroked a slow, deliberate circle on Derek’s skin, just above the slick heat.

"Derek," Scott rasped, his voice gravelly, strained almost to breaking. He swallowed hard, his gaze never wavering. The question hung in the charged space between them, vital, necessary. "Is this okay?"

Derek’s throat felt tight, the throb behind his eyes momentarily forgotten under the intensity of Scott’s gaze. The heat radiating from Scott’s hand on his ass, the demanding pressure of Scott’s thigh against his hardening cock, the sheer rightness of Scott’s weight pinning him down – it flooded his senses, drowning out the hangover. He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing, and gave one sharp, definitive nod. "Yes," he rasped, the word scraping out. "God, Scott, yes."

A slow, predatory grin spread across Scott’s face, transforming his features from concerned Alpha to pure, primal hunger. "Tell me," he demanded, his voice a low growl vibrating against Derek’s skin. His thumb pressed harder against the slick cleft of Derek’s ass, a deliberate, teasing pressure. "Look at me and tell me what you want right now, Derek."

Derek’s cheeks flushed crimson, the vulnerability terrifying and thrilling. He forced himself to meet Scott’s burning golden eyes. His voice was barely a whisper, laced with shyness and raw need. "Keep... keep doing what you were doing before."

Scott’s answering laugh was a dark rumble. "Fuck, baby, you got it." He didn’t hesitate. His mouth crashed back onto Derek’s, swallowing any further words in a kiss that was all teeth and demanding tongue. Derek arched, moaning into Scott’s mouth, his fingers digging into Scott’s shoulders as Scott’s hand slid firmly back down, palming the full curve of his ass.

Scott’s fingers didn’t linger on the surface. His middle finger found the slick, yielding heat of Derek’s hole, tracing the rim slick with Derek’s arousal. Derek gasped, breaking the kiss, his head falling back. "Scott!" Scott pushed in, one thick finger sliding easily, deliciously deep into Derek’s molten core. Derek cried out, hips bucking. "Oh fuck! Fuck, yes!" Scott curled the finger, finding that spot instantly, wrenching a choked sob from Derek.

"Like that, Omega?" Scott growled against his neck, biting lightly at the tendon. He didn't wait for an answer, adding a second finger alongside the first with ruthless efficiency. The stretch was intense, perfect, driving Derek wild. Scott scissored his fingers, stretching him open, the obscene, wet sound filling the small room. "So fucking wet," Scott breathed, awed, his fingers pistoning deep. "Made for taking cock, aren't you?" Derek could only whimper, lost in the sensation, his hole clenching desperately around the invading digits.

Abruptly, Scott pulled his fingers out. Derek whined at the loss, the emptiness agonizing. Scott leaned back, his chest heaving, eyes blazing. "Turn around," he commanded, his voice rough, leaving no room for debate. "On your knees. Face the headboard."

A shiver of anticipation ran down Derek’s spine. He scrambled, clumsy in his haste, turning his back to Scott and pushing himself up onto his knees. He gripped the cool metal of the headboard, his knuckles white. He felt exposed, vulnerable, his slick hole presented. He heard Scott shift behind him, the rustle of fabric. Then Scott’s large, warm hands were on his hips, thumbs sliding under the waistband of his soaked boxers. He dragged them down Derek’s legs in one smooth motion, the cool air hitting Derek’s wet skin making him gasp. The boxers caught briefly at his ankles before Scott impatiently tugged them free and tossed them aside.

Silence hung for a beat. Derek could feel Scott’s gaze burning into his exposed ass, the slickness glistening. He heard Scott inhale sharply, a low, appreciative growl rumbling in his chest. "Christ, Derek," Scott breathed, the words thick with lust. "Look at you. Fucking gorgeous." The raw admiration in his voice made Derek flush deeper. "So fucking slick. Smell like heaven." The scent of Derek’s arousal, sweet and musky, was heady in the confined space.

Scott couldn’t hold back. "Need a taste," he groaned. Then he dove in. His tongue, broad and hot, laved a broad stripe right up Derek’s cleft, from taint to tailbone. Derek cried out, his back bowing. "FUCK!" Scott’s tongue circled Derek’s hole, probing shallowly before spearing deep inside, fucking him with it. The sensation was electric, overwhelming. Scott feasted, devouring Derek’s slick with hungry moans, his tongue working Derek’s hole open, plunging deep and then swirling around the sensitive rim. Derek writhed, his moans escalating into desperate cries, fingers clawing at the headboard.

"Scott! Oh god, please!" Derek begged, his voice cracking. Scott’s answer was to add a finger alongside his tongue, pushing back in effortlessly, stretching him wide. He fucked Derek slowly with his tongue and finger, the wet, slurping sounds obscene and thrilling. Derek’s cock hung heavy and leaking between his legs. "More! Scott, more!" Scott growled his approval and slid a second finger in alongside the first. The stretch was immense, divine. Scott’s fingers curled, scissoring, rubbing relentlessly over Derek’s prostate while his tongue continued its filthy assault.

The pressure built impossibly fast, a coil tightening deep in Derek’s belly. Scott’s other hand left Derek’s hip and shot forward, grabbing both of Derek’s wrists and pinning them together against the headboard. The added restraint, the loss of control, sent Derek hurtling towards the edge. Scott’s fingers pumped harder, his tongue lapping furiously. "Gonna come, Derek?" Scott gasped, pulling his mouth away for a second, his voice ragged. "Gonna come all over yourself while I eat your sweet fucking hole?"

The words, the relentless stimulation, the sheer filthy perfection of it tipped Derek over. "SCOTT!" he screamed, the sound raw and broken. His body locked, arching violently. White-hot pleasure detonated through him as he came untouched. Thick ropes of cum painted the sheets below him, his cock pulsing wildly. His ass clamped down hard, a vice-like grip around Scott’s probing tongue and the three fingers still buried deep inside him, milking the orgasm as wave after wave crashed over him, leaving him shuddering and gasping, held up only by Scott’s grip on his wrists and the relentless pressure against his prostate that Scott maintained until the last tremor subsided.

Derek trembled violently, collapsing forward against the cool metal headboard as Scott slowly withdrew his slick fingers and tongue. Whimpers escaped him, raw and oversensitive. Scott’s strong hands released Derek’s wrists, instantly shifting to steady his shaking shoulders instead. "Easy, baby," Scott murmured, his voice rough with restraint. He guided Derek’s boneless form down onto his back against the rumpled sheets.

Derek’s eyes fluttered open, hazy with spent pleasure and the lingering ghost of his hangover. Scott hovered above him, thighs deliberately apart to avoid grinding his own hard-on against Derek’s spent cock. He leaned down, capturing Derek’s lips in a slow, tender kiss that tasted of salt and shared need. Derek sighed into it, his mouth opening languidly beneath Scott’s, his trembling subsiding into a deep, exhausted relaxation.

Then Derek’s hand slid down, fingers trailing over Scott’s sweat-slicked abs. They dipped beneath the waistband of Scott’s boxers, wrapping around the thick, uncut length straining there. His grip was urgent, demanding. "Fuck me now, Scott," Derek rasped, his voice wrecked. "Need your cock filling me up. Please."

A feral grin flashed across Scott’s face. "Anything for you, beautiful." He shoved his boxers down past his hips in one sharp movement, his heavy cock springing free, flushed and leaking. Scott positioned himself between Derek’s legs, his broad hands spreading Derek’s thighs wide. The slick, glistening evidence of Derek’s arousal glistened invitingly. Scott lined up the thick head, pressing against Derek’s stretched, wet hole.

He pushed inside with a single, controlled thrust, burying himself to the hilt. Derek’s back arched off the bed, a guttural moan tearing from his throat. "Jesus Christ! So fucking big!" Scott stilled, letting Derek adjust, his own jaw clenched tight against the overwhelming heat and tightness. He braced himself on his forearms, caging Derek in, and kissed him deeply, swallowing his moans. "Taking me so fucking perfect," Scott growled against his lips. "Feels incredible, Derek. So tight and wet. My perfect Omega."

Scott began to move, pulling out almost completely before driving back in with powerful, grinding thrusts. The bedframe creaked in protest. Derek’s legs wrapped around Scott’s waist, pulling him deeper with every snap of his hips. "Harder, Scott," Derek gasped, breaking the kiss. "Need it harder!" Scott obeyed, his pace becoming relentless, the slap of skin against skin loud in the small room. Sweat dripped from Scott’s brow onto Derek’s chest as he fucked him with deep, punishing strokes. "God, your cock," Derek panted, his eyes half-lidded. "Feels like you’re splitting me open. Fuck, yes!"

Scott hooked his hands under Derek’s knees, his biceps flexing as he effortlessly lifted Derek’s legs high, folding him nearly in half, Derek’s calves resting on Scott’s broad shoulders. The angle shifted brutally, Scott driving down now, each thrust spearing directly into Derek’s prostate. Derek screamed, his body locking rigid. "RIGHT THERE! SCOTT! FUCK!"

The scream ripped from Derek’s throat, raw and ragged, as Scott plunged relentlessly into that sweet, abused spot. His body arched off the rumpled quilt, spine bowing, fingers clawing uselessly at the sweat-slicked skin of Scott’s shoulders. "FUCK! RIGHT THERE! FUCKING POUND IT!" Every deep, grinding thrust hammered his prostate, sending shockwaves of white-hot pleasure up his spine, obliterating the lingering throb of the hangover. Scott held him folded, calves pinned high on his shoulders, driving down with piston-like force, the thick, heavy head of his uncut cock battering Derek’s core with brutal precision. The slick squelch filled the small room, mingling with their harsh gasps and the frantic creak of the cheap bed frame.

"Yes! God, yes! Just like that, Alpha!" Derek babbled, voice cracking, tears of pure sensation pricking his eyes. He felt stretched impossibly wide, stuffed full, every nerve ending screaming. Scott’s grip on his thighs was iron, holding him open, taking exactly what he wanted. "Clench on me," Scott growled, his voice thick, ragged, his own control fraying. "Squeeze my fucking cock, Omega. Show me you fucking want it." Derek obeyed instinctively, his hole spasming tight around Scott’s invading thickness, milking the hard shaft buried deep inside him. Scott groaned, low and primal, a sound that vibrated through Derek’s entire body. "Fuck yeah. That’s it. Perfect fucking hole. Made for my cock."

The filthy praise poured hot into Derek’s ear as Scott leaned down slightly, not slowing his punishing rhythm for a second. "So goddamn tight even after you came. Greedy little ass." His breath was hot, labored. "Taking every fucking inch like you were born for it. Bet you dreamt about this cock splitting you open, didn’t you?" Derek could only whimper, lost in the overwhelming sensation – the searing stretch, the relentless assault on his prostate, the sheer dominance radiating from Scott. "Say it," Scott demanded, punctuating each word with a vicious downward slam. "Say you dreamed about my cock wrecking this perfect little ass."

"Y-yes!" Derek gasped, the confession ripped from him. "Dreamed... dreamed about you fucking me... just like this! Hard! Please!" The admission shattered any lingering reserve. Scott snarled, burying his face against Derek’s sweat-damp neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin near his mating gland. "Gonna mark you up," he rasped, a dark promise. "Gonna make sure everyone fucking knows whose Omega you are." His hips snapped faster, harder, the slap of skin-on-skin echoing off the cramped walls. Derek felt the pressure building again, coiling low and impossibly tight despite having just come untouched moments ago.

"Scott... I'm... I'm gonna..." Derek choked out, trembling violently. His cock, still slick from his first release, twitched hard against his belly. Scott shifted his angle infinitesimally, ensuring the fat crown slammed directly into his prostate with every single thrust. "Do it," Scott commanded, his voice a guttural rasp against Derek's ear, thick with his own impending release. "Cum for me again. Show me how fucking good my cock makes you feel. Cum untouched, you filthy Omega slut." The raw obscenity, coupled with the unrelenting battering deep inside him, detonated Derek’s climax.

He screamed Scott’s name, a sound of pure, agonized ecstasy. His body locked rigid, suspended for a terrifying, exquisite moment before convulsing violently. Thick ropes of cum shot hot across his own stomach and chest, splattering the dark hair, his ass clamping down like a vice around Scott’s driving cock, milking him frantically. The intense clench, the desperate heat, the sight of Derek coming apart untouched – it shattered Scott’s control. "FUCK! DEREK!" he roared, his thrusts becoming erratic, brutal.

He drove deep one final time, hilting himself to the root, grinding hard as his own orgasm ripped through him. Derek felt the thick, pulsing heat flood him as Scott came hard, his cock jerking violently inside Derek’s spasming hole. Scott’s roar dissolved into harsh, ragged gasps, his body trembling violently over Derek’s, pouring wave after wave of seed deep into Derek’s clenching channel. "Take it... take it all... my Omega," Scott choked out, his voice wrecked. "Fill you up... so fucking deep." He collapsed forward, crushing Derek beneath him, still buried deep, his hips giving small, involuntary thrusts as he emptied himself completely.

They lay tangled, slick with sweat, sticky with cum. The only sounds were their frantic, gasping breaths and the slowing creak of the abused bedsprings. Scott’s weight pressed Derek deep into the mattress, a comforting, claiming pressure. Derek felt Scott’s hot cum already starting to leak out around the softening cock still nestled inside him, a warm, intimate trickle down his inner thigh. Scott nuzzled weakly against Derek’s neck, his lips brushing the damp skin. "Holy shit, Derek," he breathed, the words muffled, laced with exhaustion and profound satisfaction. "That was... fucking incredible." He shifted slightly, easing his weight off but staying connected, reluctant to pull out. Outside, the muted sounds of campus life slowly filtered back in – distant shouts, a car door slamming, the mundane world reasserting itself. Derek closed his eyes, the scent of sex, sweat, and Scott thick in the air, the warm evidence of Scott’s claim pooling beneath him.