Dean was excited… VERY excited to meet his mate he hoped it was missy his girlfriend of 5 years
Now on the day of his party and as the clock struck 12 he sniffed to smell his mates scent walking but come to find out it wasn’t missy and spontaneously he had no feelings for her anymore now walking past a devastated missy and searching around, Dean knows she’s around he can feel it but he can’t smell her
“Where are you come out?!”
Marcus stood on the terrace, leaning against the railing, gazing up at the sky, enjoying the beautiful starry night, lost in his own world. He didn't particularly like these ridiculous parties, not to mention the whole 'mates' thing. Marcus knew he and Dean were mates, and that's why he took scent inhibitors, so the other guy wouldn't find out. It was for the best; Marcus was a man, and he couldn't give Dean the family he so desperately wanted.
"Wherever you are show yourself!"
Dean snarled out, his golden eyes narrowing as he scented the air again.
"You're mine and I won't let you hide!"
The crowd parted as he pushed his way through them, searching for any sign of her. His wolf prowled restlessly beneath his skin, growling low in his throat at the thought of losing her before they could truly be together.
Marcus stepped away from the railing and sat on a bench on the terrace, relaxed and enjoying the beautiful starry sky. Footsteps approached through the door behind him. It was Dean, who came out onto the terrace huffing in annoyance and sat down on the bench next to Marcus. Marcus glanced at the other man for a moment before turning his gaze back to the sky; the less he interacted with him, the better. Dean still didn't seem to realize they were mates, thanks to the scent inhibitors.
"So... are you enjoying the party?"
He asked casually, trying to make small talk, even though he was completely focused on him. The man sitting next to him seemed like any other man, except for one thing: he had no scent, and that bothered him more than anything else. Dean's golden eyes remained fixed on Marcus, as if waiting for him to reveal himself somehow, to show him that he was his mate.
"You're so quiet... are you bored?"
He added, studying his face for any sign of emotion.
"Don't you like these parties?"
He pressed, unable to shake the feeling that something was wrong with the whole situation.
Marcus let out a small sigh.
"Yeah... they're not my style,"
he said indifferently, his gaze fixed on the beautiful sky.
Dean's golden eyes narrowed slightly at that reply, but he didn't push it further. There was something about Marcus' indifference that made him uneasy... as if there was something more going on beneath the surface. He shifted closer to Marcus, their shoulders touching lightly. His wolf prowled restlessly inside him, demanding recognition and submission from his mate.
"I could always take you somewhere else..."
he purred softly,
"somewhere quiet where we can be alone."
Marcus glanced sideways at Dean.
"I'm fine here..."
he said softly. He ran a hand down the other man's lower back, gently stroking him, before slipping it under his pants and squeezing one of Dean's buttocks softly but possessively.
"...and we're the only two up here..."
he purred, narrowing his eyes slightly.
Dean let out a soft moan as Marcus' hand moved underneath his clothes and squeezed his ass. His eyes widened slightly in surprise before narrowing into slits as his possessiveness rose to the surface, mirroring that of his mate.
"Don't try and deny it,"
he growled lowly.
"I can feel us... connected."
He leaned closer, bumping their noses together.
"You are mine, Marcus, whether you accept it or not."
His wolf prowled restlessly inside him, wanting nothing more than to claim his mate and show him the depths of their connection, both as individuals and as wolves. He nuzzled against Marcus' neck, inhaling deeply, hoping that somehow the scent would break through the damnable inhibitors.
"Tell me..."
he murmured huskily into Marcus' ear,
"why are you hiding from me?"
"For one simple reason..."
Marcus said softly, sliding two fingers between Dean's buttocks, teasing his anus.
"...because I wanted to."
He grunted, before inserting the pair of fingers into the other man's ass, pulling them in and out with a firm rhythm.
Dean growled at the same time as he arched his back into Marcus' touch, pressing himself harder against his fingers.
"You don't get to make that decision!"
He practically spat the words out, his golden eyes blazing with anger and possessiveness.
"I'm your alpha! You belong to me!"
His cock was hard as steel in his pants, leaking pre-cum against Marcus' hand where it rested on his thigh.
"You can't deny this any longer,"
he growled, his wolf clawing at the surface, demanding acknowledgement and submission from its mate.
"I will have you... I will make you mine!"
The possessive claim echoed through the night, unmistakable even to those who couldn't hear it with their ears. His body moved instinctively against Marcus' fingers, thrusting his hips in a desperate attempt to feel something, anything that would tell him he was on the right path.
Marcus frowned in annoyance.
"You're so fucking annoying,"
he growled, pulling his hand away from Dean's ass. He shoved the other man hard, making him lie back on the bench. Before Dean could react, Marcus tore a piece of fabric from his shirt and shoved it into Dean's mouth.
"Shut your fucking mouth right now, bitch,"
he growled as he positioned himself between the other man's legs and gripped both his wrists tightly with one hand.
"You're not my fucking alpha... you're just the alpha of the pack,"
he growled, and with his free hand, he ripped Dean's pants, leaving him naked and exposed from the waist down. He pulled down his own pants, revealing his large, thick cock, and guided it to the other man's anus.
"You're MY bitch,"
he growled, before forcefully thrusting into Dean's ass.
Dean roared as he was taken by surprise and pinned down, his hands restrained above him. The pain was almost unbearable as Marcus' cock stretched him wider than ever before, filling him in one brutal thrust. His golden eyes widened as the realization sunk in; Marcus truly did see him as nothing more than a submissive to be used and abused at his will. The knowledge both infuriated and aroused Dean, making his own cock throb with need even harder against his pants.
His wolf clawed its way up from the depths of his soul, snarling and spitting in rage as it struggled to break free.
"You bitch,"
he growled around the gag in his mouth,
"I'm going to fuck you so hard..."
Another thrust, deeper this time, cut off his words, sending a shiver of pleasure down his spine despite the pain.
"Mark... my... mate!"
He snarled through clenched teeth as he thrashed weakly beneath Marcus, unable to break free from the strong grip holding him down.
Marcus used his free hand to spank Dean hard.
"You're the only bitch here,"
he growled, fucking the other man's ass hard and deep.
"You wanted this, didn't you? This stupid bond?... Well, here it is,"
he said through gritted teeth, relentlessly violating Dean's ass, Marcus's grip on the man's wrists tightening.
Dean growled and thrashed against his bondage, unable to break free as he felt himself being used mercilessly by the man who had been claiming him as his own. His golden eyes narrowed into slits of rage and pain as his wolf fought desperately to escape its bonds, the urge to dominate Marcus overwhelming everything else.
"I'm not yours,"
he grunted through clenched teeth, each word accompanied by a sharp slap against his ass that only fueled his anger further.
But beneath it all, there was something more: need. The deep and aching desire to be claimed and owned, even if it meant being used in such a brutal way. And as Marcus continued to fuck him hard and rough, the other man's possessive growl sending shivers down his spine despite himself, Dean knew that there was no escape from this bond... no matter how much he wished there were.
"Let's see if you still say that..." Marcus said coldly, taking off his shirt with his free hand, releasing his scent like a bomb. It was strong and dominant, overwhelming Desn's senses, almost knocking him out. "...you're my bitch... say it," he growled, as he continued to violate the man's ass. He gave him a hard slap on the buttocks. "SAY IT," he ordered fiercely.
"I- I'm your bitch..." Dean gasped through clenched teeth, the pain coursing through his body as Marcus slapped him again and again. His golden eyes watered from the sting of each blow, but still he couldn't help but feel a strange thrill run through him at the dominance and possessiveness in the other man's voice. He was his... he wanted to be his. As much as it hurt, as much as it angered him, he belonged to Marcus now.
"Call me master," Marcus growled, punctuating each word with another vicious slap against Dean's ass. "CALL ME MASTER!" He demanded harshly, his grip on the other man's wrists tightening painfully as he fucked him relentlessly from behind.
"M- Master..." Dean panted out through a grimace, finally giving in to the inevitable truth of their bond. As much as it killed him, as much as it went against everything he was... he was Marcus's now. And there would be no escape from that reality.
The moment the word left his lips, a surge of triumph and dominance filled Marcus' body, and he thrust hard into Dean's ass one final time. With a roar that echoed through the night, he released himself deep inside the other man, painting their bond in warm, sticky fluid. His hands shook as he gripped Dean's wrists tightly, his fingers digging painfully into the other man's flesh as he came down from his high.
As soon as he felt Marcus empty himself inside him, the pain and stinging all over his ass subsided, leaving behind a strange sense of warmth spreading through his body. He was... complete. Dean let out a shaky breath, trying to process what had just happened and where it left them now. Despite everything, he couldn't deny that he wanted Marcus, needed him in a way that went beyond simple dominance and submission. And as much as it hurt to admit it, even with the taste of tears on his lips, he knew there was no going back from this point. He belonged to Marcus... whether he liked it or not.
With his final thrust, Marcus leaned down and pressed his lips against the back of Dean's neck. "You are mine," he growled roughly into the soft skin there. "Nobody else's." His hips relaxed as he pulled out slowly from behind the other man, leaving them both breathless in the night air. A smirk tugged at his lips as he leaned back against the bench, watching Dean carefully. "And don't you ever forget it."
Dean groaned and arched his back as he felt the other man's weight leave him, leaving behind an aching void that he could feel even more keenly than the lingering pain in his ass. He lay there panting for a moment before sitting up slowly, carefully moving to face Marcus. His golden eyes met the others, unwavering despite the emotion churning within them. "I won't," he murmured softly. "I can't forget you... master."
Marcus grabbed Dean's chin, staring intently with an unreadable expression. "Good bitch," he growled softly before letting go. "Now lead me to your room... I want to sleep," he ordered, getting up from the bench.
Nodding once, Dean stood and followed obediently behind Marcus, leading him deeper into the estate until they reached his room. He opened the door and stepped aside, gesturing for Marcus to enter first. "In here." His voice was soft but steady as he waited for Marcus's reply before moving inside himself. Once they were both inside, Dean moved closer to the bed and sat down on the edge, looking up at Marcus expectantly.
When Marcus closed the door behind them, his dominant scent filled the room. "Take off your clothes, bitch," he ordered, beginning to undress himself until he was naked. "I want to sleep comfortably," he grunted, walking slowly toward the bed. With each step, his scent seemed to grow stronger.
Dean hesitated for a moment before beginning to obey. He stood and slowly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing the smooth expanse of his chest and flat abs before moving on to unclasp his pants and push them down along with his boxers. "Master," he whispered softly as he sat back down at the edge of the bed, exposing himself fully for Marcus' inspection. His heart raced in anticipation of what might happen next.
Marcus pushed Dean onto the bed and quickly climbed on top of him, positioning himself behind him and wrapping his arms around his back. Without warning, he thrust his cock deep into Dean's ass. "Now we can sleep," he growled softly against the other man's neck, his grip tightening as he pressed his firm chest even closer to Dean's back. He lay still, his cock buried deep inside the other man's rectum, beginning to drift off to sleep.
"Yes... master," Dean whispered softly, his eyes closing as he relaxed against the bed beneath him. He felt so warm and protected in Marcus' arms, even though he knew that they weren't together in the traditional sense. The weight of Marcus' body atop him was comforting, like a heavy blanket on a cold night. He let out a soft moan as his ass was filled again, unable to deny how much this connection meant to him, despite everything else.
"Good bitch," Marcus murmured softly into the crook of Dean's neck before finally drifting off to sleep, his cock still buried deep inside the other man's ass.
Dean smiled softly in his sleep, curling into Marcus as their bodies relaxed together. He dreamt of warmth and protection, his bond to Marcus growing stronger with each passing moment, no matter how much it hurt to admit it. In his dreams, they were mates... destined for eternity to be together. For now, he'd take whatever scraps fate offered him, content to bask in the faint glow of their connection while he could.
The next morning, as the sun slowly streamed through the window, Marcus began to stir. He opened his eyes slowly, glancing around before noticing Dean still asleep in his arms. His gaze drifted down to where his cock was still buried deep inside Dean's ass. He let out a small sigh before snuggling closer to the other man's back, running a hand down his side, stroking one of Dean's buttocks, and without warning, giving it a sharp slap. "Wake up, bitch," he growled sleepily.
"Mmm... what time is it?" Dean murmured lazily, his voice hoarse and groggy from sleep. He shifted slightly in Marcus' arms, reveling in the warmth and comfort he provided even now.
"Time for you to get up," Marcus said gruffly, squeezing one of Dean's buttocks again before giving it another sharp smack. "We have pack duties." He let out a yawn as he spoke.
Dean squirmed slightly at the sensation of being spanked, his cheeks burning red with embarrassment and arousal. Despite knowing better, his ass instinctively clenched around Marcus' cock in response to the stimulation. "Yes... master," he murmured softly, reluctantly starting to stir beneath him.
Marcus gripped Dean's hips tightly. "But first..." he said, before starting to fuck Dean's ass. "I'm going to fill that pretty ass of yours." He growled, thrusting hard.
Dean let out a moan as he was penetrated once more by his mate's cock, his body arching instinctively into the sensation. The heat of Marcus' touch sent shivers down his spine, making him feel both violated and wanted in equal measure. He closed his eyes tightly, trying to focus on the pleasure instead of the reality of their situation. "Master... please," he whimpered, his hips moving with each thrust in an attempt to deepen the contact between them.
Marcus turned Dean over, leaving him face down on the bed, and climbed on top of him. He gripped the back of Dean's neck tightly, pinning him to the bed as he resumed his rhythm, squeezing his ass hard and thrusting his cock even deeper with each stroke.
"Now... now I can rape you properly,"
he growled, slapping Dean's ass hard with his free hand.
Dean let out a strangled sound as he felt himself being held down, his body arching instinctively into each hard thrust. The pain mixed with the pleasure sent shivers through him, making it difficult to think straight. He tried to squirm and writhe beneath Marcus, but the other man's hold was unbreakable. "Please... master..." he moaned, tears stinging his eyes as Marcus continued to use his body for his own pleasure.
The pain was almost too much to bear at times, but Dean couldn't deny that there was something about being used in this way that made him feel wanted and desired in a way he hadn't before. It was wrong, it was twisted... but somehow, deep down inside where their bond lay, he knew that this was how things were supposed to be between them.
"Shut up and take it," Marcus growled, slapping the other man's ass hard again. His thrusts grew deeper and harder as he neared his climax, each one making Dean cry out in pain and pleasure. Finally, with a roar that shook the room, he came deep inside him, filling him up with his seed.
As the last throes of pleasure subsided, leaving Dean's body aching and sore, he forced his eyes open to look at Marcus. There was a mix of emotions there - triumph, satisfaction, and something else that lingered in the background like a cloud. He didn't know what it meant, but for now, all he could do was lie still and wait for whatever came next. "Master?" he whispered tentatively, his voice shaking slightly as he waited for Marcus to speak or move.
Marcus kissed the nape of Dean's neck, trailing kisses down his spine, his shoulder blades brushing against his own. "Now we can get up... and do our pack duties... or whatever," he said, gently squeezing one of Dean's buttocks. "You're the alpha of the pack... I'm just YOUR alpha... you're the one who knows about these things," he said, his brow furrowing slightly, as he continued to shower the man's back beneath him with small kisses.
"Yes... master," Dean whispered softly, still unable to deny the strength of their bond despite everything that had happened. He knew that his place was at Marcus's side, and he would do whatever it took to make sure their pack thrived under his leadership. Slowly, reluctantly, he pushed himself up onto his elbows, glancing back over his shoulder at Marcus, unsure of what else to say or do.