Jamie holds up a hand and stretches his fingers. “I feel… morenormalthan I expected, I guess.”
“It’s normal for you to beg to be knotted and then cum your brains out on a gym floor?”
He shudders. Fuck, I love this.
“You know what I mean,” he grumbles.
“I do,” I say quietly, but I have a different relationship to the revelation than he does. I’ve spent so much time putting distance between myself and the beast that being this in-sync, feeling this complete, is… worrisome. It’s forcing me tofeelall these compulsions, feel them asmine. Compulsions that I cannot control without that distance.
Compulsions like ripping Jamie’s collar apart thread by thread and claiming him right here, right now.
“I just feel… less filtered. More… in my body,” Jamie continues. “More intuitive. I… I want to run. I want you to chase me.”
“I want to chase you,” I purr.
“I want to fight back. Is that bad?”
“Does it matter if it is?”
“Do you want that?” he murmurs.
I drag a claw down his side. “I do.”
“A-are you sure? I don’t want you to worry…”
“Intuitive is a good word. I… never mind.”
“What?” Jamie asks, with such tenderness that I can’t possibly deny him.
I sigh and search for words. “I’ve always called this part of myself ‘the beast.’ The suppressants help create a… distance, as you’ve felt. I’ve always been frustrated that’s the most that we could do, even after all these years… but that’s not the point. That part of me does not think long term. I can’t let it make permanent decisions for you. But I also… I’m fairly confident… I can’t hurt you in ways you don’t want to be hurt. Not when you’re in this form.”
“I want you to hurt me,” he says quietly. “But there’s a part of me that’s having trouble reconciling… does that make me… I don’t know, the omega stereotypes…”
I reach down and press my palm across Jamie’s collar. “Iwant you to listen very closely. You were right. You are not just any omega. I am not just any alpha. We’re not strangers to each other anymore. You can revoke your permission at any time, for any reason. Tell me to ‘stop,’ and I will do absolutely everything in my power to do so.”
Jamie relaxes back into me.
“Don’t you ever give me carte blanche just because I’m an alpha, okay? Promise me that if I am hurting you, in a way that you don’t want to be hurt, you’ll tell me.”
“Okay.”
“Promise me.”
“I promise.”
“Good.”
The thought of anybody hurting Jamie, the thought of what I would do to them, is enough to quell my cock for now. After Jamie’s shift, the fit isn’t quite so tight.
I’m reluctant to let him go, but he wriggles free with a slight tug, and my cum joins the puddle Jamie started.
The sun falls towards the west horizon, casting the garden in shades of gold and scarlet. The full moon crests over the trees.
I stand and stretch, my cock returning to its sheath. Jamie does the same.
A temporary calm and lucidity settles over us—the eye at the center of the storm.
“How much of a head start do you want?” I ask, unhurried.
