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 6: Rough Ride

The stale scent of sweat and sex still hung heavy in Scott’s cramped room, a tangible reminder of the raw intensity that had crashed over them barely an hour before. Derek lay sprawled half atop Scott, one leg hooked possessively over his hip, their breathing slowly syncing in the dim lamplight. Scott traced idle patterns on the sweat-damp skin of Derek’s back, the heat radiating off him a familiar, comforting thrum against Scott’s chest. Derek’s cheek rested on Scott’s sternum, his dark hair tickling Scott’s chin.

"Fuck," Derek mumbled, his voice thick with sated exhaustion and the rasp of overused vocal cords. "Liam’s gonna smell me a mile off tomorrow." He shifted slightly, wincing as muscles protested. "Feel like you rearranged my insides."

A low rumble of amusement vibrated in Scott’s chest. "You asked for harder." He tightened his arm around Derek’s waist, pulling him closer, inhaling the complex scent – ozone, rain, Derek’s own musk, and now, undeniably, him. The possessive alpha part of him purred satisfaction. "Told you I’d fill you up."

Derek tilted his head back, meeting Scott’s eyes. His green gaze was still hazy, pupils wide, but a familiar spark of dry wit flickered there. "Yeah, well, mission fucking accomplished. Think you left a puddle." He gestured vaguely downwards with his chin. "My ass feels… liquid."

Scott chuckled, the sound rough. He slid his hand lower, fingertips skating over the curve of Derek’s ass, encountering the warm, sticky mess cooling between them. Derek hissed softly at the touch but didn’t pull away. "S’all right," Scott murmured, the caring part of him surfacing through the post-coital haze. He pressed a surprisingly gentle kiss to Derek’s temple. "You okay?"

Derek hummed, closing his eyes. "Been worse." He paused. "Been better." A small smirk touched his lips. "Mostly better."

They lapsed into a comfortable silence, the only sounds their breathing and the distant thump of music from another part of the frat house. Scott’s hand remained on Derek’s hip, his thumb rubbing slow circles. The protective urge was strong, layered thickly over the simmering lust Derek always ignited. This closeness, this vulnerability Derek allowed only with him, was a drug. He wanted to wrap him up, shield him… and simultaneously pin him down and fuck him senseless all over again.

Derek seemed to sense the shift. He pushed himself up onto one elbow, looking down at Scott. The lamplight caught the sharp angle of his jaw, the dark stubble shadowing it, the sheen of sweat still glistening on his collarbones. His green eyes were clear now, assessing. "What?" he asked, his voice a low murmur.

"Just looking," Scott said, his gaze tracing the lines of Derek’s body – the defined pecs, the flat stomach, the lean muscle of his arms. Fit for an omega, sure, but strong. Resilient. Beautiful.

Derek held his gaze for a beat, then a slow, knowing smile spread across his face. It wasn't the goofy smile Scott was known for; this was Derek's brand of confident, almost predatory charm. "See something you want, Alpha?" he breathed, deliberately emphasizing the title, a challenge wrapped in velvet.

The embers flared back into a blaze. Scott’s cock, previously softening against his thigh, began to thicken with alarming speed. The scent of Derek’s slick, faint but unmistakable, bloomed in the air again. His omega body was already responding, almost preternaturally attuned to Scott’s arousal. Scott’s hand on Derek’s hip tightened instinctively.

"Always want you," Scott growled, the roughness returning to his voice.

Derek’s smile widened. He swung his leg fully over Scott’s hips, straddling him in one smooth, fluid motion. The movement brought their groins flush together. Scott hissed as his hardening cock pressed against Derek’s firm ass, the heat radiating through the thin layer of cooling mess and sweat. Derek braced his hands on Scott’s chest, his dark hair falling forward as he looked down.

"No rest for the wicked, huh?" Derek teased, his hips making a small, deliberate roll. The friction sent sparks up Scott’s spine.

Scott gripped Derek’s waist, fingers digging into the muscle. "You started it."

"Did I?" Derek arched an eyebrow, feigning innocence. He lifted his hips slightly, just enough to position himself. Scott could feel the slickness, hot and abundant, against the head of his cock. Derek’s entrance, relaxed and still open from their earlier pounding, was slick and inviting. He didn’t need preparation; his body was ready.

With a slow, deliberate sigh of satisfaction, Derek sank down.

Scott groaned, a deep, guttural sound torn from his chest as Derek impaled himself. He was hot, impossibly hot, and slick, the velvety walls tightening around Scott’s girth like a perfect, wet fist. Derek took him deep in one smooth glide, seating himself fully until Scott’s balls pressed against his ass.

"Fuuuuck," Derek breathed out, his head tipping back, exposing the long line of his throat. His internal muscles fluttered around Scott’s cock, adjusting, welcoming. "Still so fucking big. Feels like you’re splitting me open all over again."

Scott could only grunt, his hips lifting instinctively, driving himself even deeper, relishing the choked gasp it pulled from Derek. He felt drunk on the sensation, the tight heat, the sight of Derek above him, lost in the feeling of being filled.

Then Derek moved.

He didn’t start slow. He slammed down hard, driving Scott’s cock impossibly deep, the wet slap of his ass meeting Scott’s thighs echoing sharply in the small room. He did it again. And again. Setting a punishing rhythm right from the start. Up, then down with brutal force, using the strength in his thighs and core to piston himself on Scott’s thick shaft.

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

The sound was obscene, rhythmic, relentless. Derek’s body became a blur of motion above Scott. Sweat beaded on his forehead, tracing paths down his temples and chest. His eyes were squeezed shut, mouth slightly open, breath escaping in ragged gasps and low moans. His hands roamed Scott’s chest, fingers digging into the hard muscle.

"God, Scott!" Derek cried out, the words punctuated by the impact of his body. "Your cock… fills me… so fucking good!"

Scott gripped Derek’s hips hard, helping to guide the furious pace, meeting each downward plunge with an upward thrust. He watched, mesmerized, as Derek rode him with wild abandon. The flex of his stomach muscles, the bounce of his heavy cock against his own belly, the way his ass cheeks clenched with each powerful descent – it was raw, primal, breathtakingly erotic.

"Yeah, Derek! Take it!" Scott growled, his voice rough with lust. "Take every fucking inch! Ride me! Fuck yourself on my cock!" He could feel the power coursing through Derek, the omega strength channeled into pure, desperate need. "Your ass… Christ… sucking me so deep! Made for this!"

Derek’s rhythm grew more erratic, more frantic. His cries became higher, tighter, bordering on screams with each deep penetration. "Harder! Scott, fuck! Please! Need you… deeper!" He slammed down with bruising force, grinding his hips in tight circles when he was fully seated, milking Scott’s cock. "Feels… too good! Gonna…!"

Scott saw the tension coiling tight in Derek’s body, the frantic flutter of his inner walls signaling his impending climax. The sight, the sensations, the sheer abandon with which Derek was fucking himself on his cock pushed Scott perilously close to the edge.

But the alpha urge surged, demanding dominance. Mine.

With a roar that was more wolf than man, Scott exploded into action. His hands clamped onto Derek’s hips like vices, arresting his frantic descent. Before Derek could even gasp in protest, Scott used his immense werewolf strength to flip him bodily onto his back. Derek landed with a soft whump on the mattress, momentarily stunned, legs splayed.

Scott didn’t give him a second to recover. He surged forward, driving Derek’s knees towards his chest, spreading him wide. He plunged back into Derek’s slick heat in one brutal stroke, burying himself to the root.

Derek screamed, a raw, shattered sound of pure, overwhelming sensation. His hands flew up, scrabbling uselessly at Scott’s shoulders as Scott anchored himself, planting his hands beside Derek’s head, and began to pound.

This wasn’t the rhythmic riding. This was raw, uncontrolled force. Jackhammer thrusts that slammed Derek’s body into the mattress with each powerful drive. Scott fucked him with a relentless, punishing pace, his hips pistoning, muscles straining under sweat-slicked skin. The wet slap of their bodies colliding was constant, deafening in the enclosed space, punctuated by Derek’s choked cries and the obscene, slick sounds of Scott’s cock plunging into the drenched, yielding heat.

"All mine, Derek!" Scott snarled, his face inches from Derek’s, eyes burning with fierce possession. He drove deeper, harder, each thrust aimed to conquer, to claim. "This ass… this fucking perfect ass… belongs to me! Say it!"

Derek writhed beneath him, overwhelmed, tears beading at the corners of his squeezed-shut eyes. His head thrashed on the pillow. "Yours! Scott! Fuck! ALPHA!" The admission was ripped from him, torn between agony and ecstasy. "Yours! Only yours!"

The words, the desperate surrender, sent a jolt of pure, primal triumph through Scott. He felt Derek’s muscles clamp down in violent, rhythmic spasms as the omega convulsed beneath him, crying out incoherently as his own climax tore through him, hot seed splattering between their stomachs. The intense, milking pressure on his cock was the final trigger.

Scott buried himself impossibly deep, grinding hard as he roared his release. Thick, hot pulses erupted deep inside Derek, filling him, claiming him completely. He collapsed forward, pressing Derek firmly into the mattress, chest heaving against Derek’s back, the frantic pounding replaced by the deep tremors of aftershocks rocking both their bodies.

The room filled with the sounds of ragged gasps, the scent of sweat, sex, and raw satisfaction thick enough to taste. Scott’s arms trembled where they braced his weight. Beneath him, Derek lay utterly still, boneless, his breathing shallow hitches. The only movement was the frantic thud of Scott’s heart echoing against Derek’s spine. The silence stretched, heavy and complete, broken only by the distant, oblivious bass thumping from another brother's room.