Chapter 14: Backseat Claiming
The walk back to the frat house was a blur of hazy streetlights and the cold night air doing little to cool the fire still simmering under Derek’s skin. The scent of Peter and Scott was a brand on him, a mingled musk he knew would be as obvious as a neon sign to anyone with a wolf’s senses. He felt raw, used, and profoundly satisfied in a way that twisted his stomach with guilt.
The sleek black SUV was parked in its usual spot, engine off, dark and silent. Derek’s steps faltered. He considered slipping in the back door, heading straight for the showers.
The driver’s side door opened with a soft thunk. Nate unfolded himself from the interior, his large frame blocking the path to the house. He leaned against the car, arms crossed, his expression unreadable in the shadows. “Get in.”
It wasn’t a request.
Derek’s heart hammered against his ribs. He slid into the passenger seat, the rich smell of leather and Nate’s cologne filling his lungs. It was a scent that had become a twisted comfort. Nate got in, closed his door, and the interior light went out, plunging them into darkness broken only by the faint glow from the porch light fifty yards away.
Nate didn’t start the car. He just sat there, the silence stretching, thick and heavy. Derek could feel the weight of his gaze.
“So,” Nate said, his voice dangerously low. “You had a fun night.”
Derek stared straight ahead. “It was alright.”
“Don’t.” The word was a whip crack. Nate shifted, the leather seat groaning under his weight. “You think I’m stupid? You think I didn’t smell your slick the second you got in this car? You’re dripping with it. And it’s mixed with them. Peter. Scott. All over you.”
Derek’s mouth went dry. He said nothing.
“After everything,” Nate continued, his voice dropping to a venomous whisper. “After I took you in. After I showed you what it means to belong to an Alpha. You go and let them use you like some common bitch in a bathroom stall.”
“I didn’t—“
Nate’s hand shot out, gripping his jaw, forcing his head around. His eyes glinted in the dark, a faint, predatory gold. “Don’t you fucking lie to me. I can smell their come on your breath. I can smell it in your ass. You swallowed for them. You came for them.”
He released Derek’s face with a shove. “Get in the back. Now.”
A jolt of pure, undiluted fear and arousal shot through Derek. He fumbled for the door handle, his movements clumsy. He stumbled out and climbed into the back seat, the space feeling suddenly claustrophobic. Nate was there a second later, sliding in after him and pulling the door shut with a final, ominous thud.
Nate didn’t hesitate. He shoved Derek forward, face-first into the cool leather of the seat. He yanked Derek’s jeans and boxers down to his knees in one rough, efficient motion. The cold air hit his exposed skin, followed by the heat of Nate’s palm smacking his ass, hard. The sting was sharp and bright.
“You like being everyone’s whore?” Nate snarled, his voice a guttural rumble. He spat into his hand, the sound crude and wet in the quiet car. He didn’t bother with more preparation, just slicked his own hard cock and positioned the thick, blunt head at Derek’s entrance. “You gonna come for me like you came for them?”
He drove into him in one brutal, tearing thrust.
Derek cried out, his back arching, his fingers scrabbling against the smooth leather. It was too much, too fast, a searing stretch that bordered on pain. Nate didn’t give him a second to adjust. He set a punishing rhythm, his hips slamming against Derek’s ass, the car rocking slightly with the force of it.
“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” Nate grunted, one hand fisting in Derek’s hair, pulling his head back. “You wanted me to find you like this. You wanted me to claim what’s mine.”
“Yes,” Derek gasped, the word torn from him. The fullness was overwhelming, the friction igniting every nerve ending. The shame, the degradation, it all fed into the pleasure, twisting together until he couldn’t tell them apart.
Nate’s thrusts became more erratic, more possessive. “You’re mine, Derek. Say it.”
“I’m yours,” Derek choked out, his own cock hard and leaking against the seat beneath him.
“And no one fucks my Omega but me.” Nate’s voice was ragged with his own impending release. He pistoned into him, deep and hard, the sound of their bodies connecting a wet, rhythmic slap in the confined space. The windows were completely fogged now, sealing them in their own private, humid world.
The coil in Derek’s gut tightened unbearably. The pressure, the raw dominance, the sheer animal force of Nate claiming him—it was too much. His orgasm ripped through him with a silent, convulsing intensity, his cum splattering onto the leather beneath him as his body clamped down violently around Nate’s cock.
The constricting spasms were the final trigger. Nate buried himself to the hilt, a low, possessive growl rumbling in his chest as he poured his release deep inside Derek, filling him up, marking him from the inside out.
For a long time, the only sounds were their harsh, ragged breaths fogging the glass. Nate finally pulled out, and Derek collapsed onto the seat, boneless and spent. He felt Nate’s hand, surprisingly gentle, on the small of his back.
“Clean this up,” Nate said, his voice back to its usual calm authority. He tossed a pack of tissues onto the seat beside Derek’s head before climbing out of the car and walking toward the house without a backward glance.
Derek lay there, trembling, the evidence of their encounter cooling on his skin and on the seat. He was utterly ruined, completely owned. And as he finally pushed himself up, his body aching in the most delicious way, he knew with a terrifying certainty that he wouldn’t have it any other way.