Derek Hale is a 19 year old freshman in Beacon Hills University. He’s an Omega werewolf, a particularly beautiful one at that. As an omega, his ass gets slick and loose when he is aroused or in heat. He has great oral skills, with almost no gaga reflex. He has dark stubble along his jaw and lips, and jet dark hair just long enough to really knot your finger into. He is very fit for an omega, with a dry sense of humor. He's been increasingly drawn to his dorm floors RA, a sexy Junior Alpha named Carmelo. Derek tries to keep his feelings in check but one night, late in the night when it's just Derek and Carmelo left in the floors study lounge, Derek is tired of studying and just starts staring at Carmelo and how sexy his face is, how big his arms look in that white tee. He doesn't realize it but he gets very slick, Carmelo's eyes, suddenly extremely heated, find his in the room as the pencil in his hands breaks in half.

Chapter 3: Claimed Again

The taste of Carmelo still lingered on Derek's tongue, rich and salty. He rested his cheek against the Alpha’s thigh, breathing in the potent musk of sex and satisfaction that clung to Carmelo’s skin. The dorm room was silent except for their slowing breaths and the faint hum of the mini-fridge under the cluttered desk. Carmelo’s hand, heavy and warm, rested on the back of Derek’s neck, fingers idly stroking the damp hair at his nape.

"Christ, Hale," Carmelo finally breathed, his voice a wrecked, deep rumble. He shifted his leg slightly. "You trying to kill me?"

Derek lifted his head, meeting Carmelo’s hooded gaze. A smirk tugged at his lips, his dry humor resurfacing through the haze of exhaustion and lingering pleasure. "Just making sure you got your RA duties done, Flores. Resident satisfaction survey and all that."

Carmelo barked a laugh, rough but genuine. He pushed himself up onto his elbows, wincing slightly. "Survey says: five stars. Would absolutely recommend." His eyes roamed over Derek kneeling between his legs, the intensity returning. "Though the reviewer seems a little… spent."

Derek glanced down at himself. The carpet fibers pressed into his knees, sticky with dried slick and sweat. Carmelo’s release, swallowed moments before, sat warm and heavy in his belly. He ran a hand through his own dark hair, feeling the sweat cooling on his skin. "Yeah, well. You kinda wear a guy out." He pushed himself up, legs protesting, and sank onto the edge of the bed beside Carmelo. Their bare shoulders brushed.

Carmelo’s gaze was still on him, intense but softer now. He reached out, calloused fingertips tracing the fading bite mark on Derek’s shoulder, a souvenir from their first round against the wall. A low hum vibrated in his chest, pure Alpha possessiveness. "Good," he murmured, almost to himself.

Derek shivered, not unpleasantly, the touch reigniting sparks beneath his skin. The air between them thickened again, charged with the unspoken pull of their biology. Derek’s body, ever-responsive to this Alpha, began its familiar hum. He felt the telltale slickness gathering anew, a low thrum starting deep inside him. He cleared his throat, trying for nonchalance. "So. Pizza still edible? Smells like it’s been out a while." He nodded towards the half-open box on the desk, the pepperoni glistening congealed grease.

Carmelo followed his gaze, then looked back at Derek, a slow, knowing smile spreading across his face. He ignored the pizza. His hand drifted from Derek’s shoulder, down the curve of his spine, fingers pressing lightly against the small of his back, right above the rise of his ass. Derek’s breath hitched.

"Later," Carmelo said, his voice dropping lower, rougher. "Got something else on my mind right now."

His other hand slid around Derek’s hip, pulling him closer on the narrow mattress. Carmelo shifted, rolling onto his side facing Derek, his body radiating heat. He leaned in, burying his face in the crook of Derek’s neck, inhaling deeply. "Fuck, you smell incredible," he growled, the vibration resonating against Derek’s skin. His lips found the pulse point, sucking gently, sending fresh jolts of electricity straight to Derek’s core. Slick, warm and sudden, dampened his thighs.

Carmelo’s hand on Derek’s back slid lower, tracing the curve of his ass, fingertips dipping into the cleft. Derek shivered, arching back into the touch instinctively. "Alpha…" The title slipped out, breathless.

"Turn over," Carmelo murmured against his skin, the command gentle but undeniable. His hand pressed firmly.

Derek obeyed, rolling onto his stomach. The worn dorm sheets scratched faintly against his overheated skin. His cheek pressed into Carmelo’s pillow, smelling faintly of the Alpha’s shampoo and sweat. He felt exposed, vulnerable, but a thrilling anticipation coiled tight within him. He heard Carmelo move behind him, felt the bed dip.

Then, lips. Warm, soft lips tracing a slow, deliberate path down the knobs of his spine. Kisses pressed between his shoulder blades, down the valley of his back. Carmelo’s large hands settled firmly on Derek’s hips, thumbs digging into the dimples above his ass. Derek moaned, low and needy, pushing his hips back into Carmelo’s grip. He was already slick, embarrassingly wet, the evidence smearing on the sheets beneath him.

"One more time," Carmelo growled, his voice thick with a need that mirrored Derek’s own. It wasn't just lust; it was deeper, hotter. Possessive. Reassuring. He shifted his weight, knees nudging Derek’s thighs wider apart. Derek felt the blunt, thick heat of Carmelo’s cock pressing against him, slicked by Derek’s own readiness and the remnants of their earlier joining still inside him.

Carmelo didn't push in immediately. He held himself there, the pressure maddening, his hips rocking slowly, grinding the broad head against Derek’s entrance, smearing slick. Derek whimpered, pushing back desperately. "Please, Melo…"

The plea broke Carmelo’s control. With a deep, guttural groan that seemed to come from his bones, he pushed forward. The slide was different this time. Slow. Deliberate. Inexorable. Derek’s body, already well-used, opened easily, welcoming the thick invasion, but the sheer fullness, the deep stretch, pulled a ragged cry from him. He buried his face in the pillow, muffling the sound as Carmelo seated himself completely, balls pressed flush against Derek’s ass.

He paused, buried deep, his breath gusting hot against Derek’s back. Derek could feel the powerful tremor running through Carmelo’s body, the thick vein pulsing within him. "Christ, Der," Carmelo choked out. "So fuckin' perfect. So open for me."

Then he began to move. Not the frantic, driving pace of before, but deep, rolling thrusts. Long, slow withdrawals that left Derek gasping at the emptiness, followed by grinding returns that pushed the air from his lungs and sent shockwaves of pleasure radiating through his pelvis. Carmelo leaned over him, bracing on one forearm beside Derek’s head, his other hand splayed possessively across Derek’s lower back, holding him down, holding him open.

The rhythm was hypnotic, almost reverent. Each deep stroke dragged over Derek’s prostate with relentless pressure, building the pleasure not in sharp peaks, but in a slow, rising tide that threatened to drown him. There was no violence now, only a profound claiming. Derek’s fingers clawed at the sheets, his moans muffled by the pillow, becoming higher, more broken as the tide surged. He felt overwhelmed, owned, cherished in the relentless possession.

Carmelo’s lips found the shell of his ear. "Feel me?" he rasped, his thrusts deepening impossibly, grinding hard. "Feel how deep you take me? How fucking good you feel?" His hips snapped forward again, punctuating the words. "Mine."

That word. Mine. Spoken with such raw conviction, such Alpha certainty, it shattered Derek completely. His orgasm crashed over him with silent intensity. His back arched violently off the bed as his body clenched and spasmed around Carmelo’s thick cock, milking it. No cry escaped; his breath was gone, stolen by the sheer depth of the sensation. Pleasure, pure and blinding, flooded his veins.

Carmelo groaned above him, a sound of pure ecstasy. Derek’s fierce internal clenching tipped him over the edge. He slammed deep and held, shuddering, as his own release pulsed hotly into the tight channel gripping him. His forehead dropped onto Derek’s shoulder blade, body trembling with the force of it.

They stayed locked together, breathing heavily, slick and sweat-sheened in the dim light filtering through the blinds. Carmelo’s weight was a solid comfort on Derek’s back. Slowly, reluctantly, Carmelo softened and slipped out. Derek felt the hot trickle of Carmelo’s spend escaping him onto the sheets. He didn’t care. He felt hollowed out, claimed down to his soul, floating on a sea of endorphins.

Carmelo rolled off him, collapsing onto his back with a long sigh. He reached out blindly, his hand finding Derek’s, fingers intertwining. His grip was firm, grounding. Derek turned his head on the pillow to look at him. Carmelo’s eyes were closed, his face relaxed, a small, satisfied curve to his lips. He looked… peaceful. Young.

Silence settled, thick and comfortable. The lingering scent of sex, of them, was heady in the small room. Outside, the faint sounds of campus life – distant shouts, a door slamming – seemed to belong to another world.

"Shower?" Carmelo finally said, his voice thick with sleep.

Derek considered the sticky mess cooling on his skin, the ache deep in his muscles. "Yeah. Definitely shower."

"Cold one," Carmelo added, opening one eye to look at him, a flicker of amusement in the dark depths. "Or I might just pin you against the tiles."

Derek huffed a weak laugh. "Promises, promises." He squeezed Carmelo’s hand. "But food first. That pizza’s calling my name. Starving."

Carmelo grinned, squeezing back. "Deal. Shower. Pizza. Maybe…" He trailed off, the unspoken possibility hanging warm between them, a promise for whatever came next. He started to sit up, groaning as muscles protested. "C’mon, Hale. Up. Before we fuse to the mattress."