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?!”
A voice echoed in Dean's head. "I'm here... look for me... on the terrace." It was soft and slow, very seductive, deep and resonant; it was a man's voice. Marcus was on the terrace, his arms resting on the railing, gazing at the starry sky with a warm smile and his eyes shining with hope.
Dean's face was a mask of disbelief, confusion and anger all at once. "What did you just say?" He growled lowly, his golden eyes flashing in the dark. A bead of sweat trickled down his temple as he tried to process what had just happened. Suddenly, realization struck him like a bolt of lightning. "You're my mate..." He muttered before whirling around and barreling towards Marcus on shaking legs.
His hands closed into fists at his sides, desire coursing through every vein as he stared at the man that was meant to be his for eternity. The need to claim and mark him, possess him completely, burned brighter than anything else in this moment. "Come here," Dean croaked out, the alpha taking over his voice and his body.
But there was something off... Something that nagged at the back of his mind. Marcus looked too calm for someone who had just been revealed as their mate... It bothered him, and he couldn't help but wonder if this was all some sort of sick joke.
Marcus glanced sideways at the other man. "No," he said softly. "You come here," he said, gesturing for him to come closer to the railing beside him. "Come see this," he said with a small smile before turning back to the starry sky.
Dean paused, his heart racing and confusion battling the desire in his chest. He didn't understand why Marcus was so calm... Why he wasn't taking advantage of the opportunity to be his partner. But something about the other man's voice... His presence... Made him want to obey. Slowly, carefully, Dean moved closer until they were shoulder to shoulder, gazing together at the night sky. His eyes widened at the beauty of the stars above him; it had been so long since he'd taken a moment to look at them that he felt strangely mesmerized.
Marcus glanced at Dean, a soft smile returning to his face. He approached the other man until their shoulders were touching. "...aren't you... disappointed... that your mate is a man?" he asked gently, looking away from Dean.
Dean's heart skipped a beat at the thought that Marcus could have been disappointed in him, but then his brow furrowed. "Why would I be?" He asked, confused and slightly offended by the idea. "You are who you are... And you are my mate." He smiled softly down at him before looking back up to the stars. "I'm sorry if I made you think otherwise..."
Marcus smiled gently at the comment. "Okay..." he said softly. He slipped a hand behind Dean's waist, a strangely possessive gesture that drew them even closer. He looked back at the other male, this time his eyes held something else, something... predatory. "Are you... sure it doesn't bother you?" he asked, his voice as calm and gentle as ever, concealing something more... desire.
Dean was silent for a moment, lost in thought. And then he realized something - the only reason why he would have been bothered by this was because of what society or others might think. He looked back at Marcus with understanding dawning on his face. "No... It doesn't," he said firmly, and felt his body relax into the other man's touch. "You are perfect just the way you are, and so am I." His voice was soft but certain.
A warmth spread through him as he accepted Marcus for who he truly was, and it felt... wonderful. This bond between them, this connection that went beyond words or explanations - it was real. It was right. And nothing else mattered anymore.
Marcus's expression darkened, and he smiled at Dean. "I hope you don't regret this..." he growled softly. He quickly moved behind Dean, pulling down his pants and underwear, leaving his ass exposed. "...because you'll be my bitch from today on." He growled again before thrusting his large, thick cock into Dean's ass.
Dean gasped and arched his back at the sensation of Marcus behind him, filling him so completely. His hands clenched into fists as he bit down on his lip to keep from moaning too loudly. This was... more than just a physical connection. It went deeper than that. He felt possessed by Marcus, owned and controlled in ways that both terrified and thrilled him.
And as they stood there beneath the starry sky, he knew this was where they belonged - together. This bond would shape their future, guide them through whatever obstacles lay ahead. For now, all that mattered was the intense pleasure of being filled by his mate... his alpha.
"You're my bitch..." Marcus growled, fucking Dean harder against the railing. "Say it," he ordered, before slapping his ass hard. "SAY IT," he commanded fiercely.
"I'm your bitch... Master..." Dean gasped, feeling the sting of the slap as much as the pleasure of being claimed. He arched his back further into Marcus, wanting more of his massive cock buried inside him. His muscles quivered with tension and desire, every nerve ending on fire with need. As he moaned around his alpha's thick member, a shudder ran through him; he could feel the bond between them growing stronger by the second.
"That's it..." Marcus growled, thrusting hard into Dean's ass. He squeezed one of Dean's muscular buttocks tightly, feeling the other groan around his cock in response. "You belong to me," he growled between gasps, each word sending a wave of pleasure through them both. "I'll fuck you so hard you'll get pregnant."
Dean shuddered at the thought, arching his back further into his mate's thrusts as he moaned around Marcus' cock. "Yes... fuck me harder..." he panted, feeling the urge to be claimed by him grow with every passing second. Dean gripped the railing tightly, his knuckles white from the effort not to collapse beneath them as their bodies moved together in rhythm.
"F-fill me..." he managed to groan out between moans, feeling Marcus' cock throbbing inside him with each hard thrust. "Fill my belly... make me yours." The desire for a pup was overwhelming, and the thought of carrying one of their offspring inside him, belonging so completely to his alpha, filled him with an inexplicable sense of peace.
Marcus growled in pleasure as he felt Dean's body yield to his every thrust. He withdrew slightly before slamming back into him, hard enough that they both grunted. Over and over again, Marcus fucked his mate against the railing, each thrust driving them both closer to their release. "I am your master..." he growled between breaths. "...and you will get pregnant."
"Yes... Master..." Dean panted, arching his back as he felt Marcus' words vibrating through him. He moaned around the thick length of cock impaling his ass, feeling himself growing closer to orgasm with every powerful thrust into his body. As their connection deepened beneath the starry sky, he knew that there was no other place in the world he would rather be than here... with Marcus. "Fill me..." he begged hoarsely, his fingers digging into the railing as he sought purchase against the building pleasure consuming him.
"Yeah... soon..." Marcus groaned, feeling his own release arrive swift and furious. "I'm going to fill you up to the brim with my semen..." He thrust into Dean one last time, jerking his hips as he felt his cock throb inside the other man. He wrapped a hand around Dean's neck, holding him as he thrust as deep as he could, emptying himself into his partner with a hoarse cry. "That's it... take my semen... and... get pregnant..."
"Yes!" Dean moaned, his voice muffled by the hand around his neck as he feels Marcus empty himself inside him. A shudder runs through his body and an intense warmth fills his loins at the feel of Marcus' cum flooding his ass, marking him as his. "I'm yours...," he gasps, arching his back into the hand around his neck as another powerful orgasm claws its way up from his core. His cock spurts uncontrollably against the railing, releasing his seed in long hot jets that stain the wood beneath him.
As his body trembles and shudders with release, he realizes that there is no going back now; their bond has been sealed forever. "I'm pregnant..." he whispers hoarsely, gazing up at Marcus with a mix of adoration, desire and possessiveness in his eyes. This was only the beginning... Together they would rule over their pack, conquer all obstacles and create a future filled with love and loyalty for generations to come.
Marcus released Dean's grip on his neck, his eyes widening at those words, his pupils dilating. For a moment, disbelief flickered across his face before a smile spread across his face as he leaned closer, pressing himself even closer to Dean's back. "You're... You're really pregnant..." he said, his voice thick with excitement, resting his chin on Dean's shoulder. He cupped both hands around the other man's flat stomach. "And you'll give birth to my pups... and I'll raise them all," he said softly, stroking Dean. "I'll make sure you have everything you need to carry my pups to term and be the best mother possible... I can already feel our child growing inside you..." He smiled at his partner, content and happy, already picturing Dean's belly swell.
Dean felt warmth spread through his body at the sound of Marcus' voice and touch. "I will... give them everything they need..." he murmured, returning the caress with one of his own, marveling at how good it felt to finally be honest about this part of himself. Together, they would create a strong pack; a new beginning for them both. "And I'll protect you too...," he whispered, glancing up at Marcus with a fierce look in his eyes. "Because you are my everything now."
The bond between them had grown stronger in those few minutes and would continue to do so as they navigated their new life together. It was a bond that defied logic and understanding, but it felt right... perfect, just the way it should be. Together, there was nothing they couldn't achieve.