Derek's Pack Trilogy

by naaru

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Fucking asshole! That was everything Jackson could think about as he drove his silver Porsche Carrera through the dim-lighted forest. It was late March, the sun was close to sinking and this night would be full moon. Jackson rather wanted to lock himself up instead Derek had ordered him to come out here. Why couldn't Jackson say "no" to him? Ever since the sucker had bitten him, Jackson had the insatiable urge to please him and do what he says.

As he drove up to the ruin he first wondered about two things. First, why on all Earth Derek wanted him here and second whether the sucker still lived in this piece of shit.

He came to a halt a few yards away from the building, the flashlights showed him Derek carrying a big dark grey mattress out of the building and placing it in front of a tree.

"Cut the light show," Derek roared.

Jackson immediately obeyed and mentally cursed himself for it. There was no way for him to object and refuse to follow the command of Hale. Of his Alpha. Jackson had to remind himself time and again to call Derek Alpha. No idea why, and he didn't care. He was only pissed that he changed into an actual wolf and not the sort of hybrid McCall or the Alpha turned into. He was just a wolf, no additional strength for him. The Alpha had referred to him as an Omega and Jackson knew enough to know that he was at the bottom of the heap now.

"Get out of the car," the Alpha roared again and ripped Jackson out of his thoughts.

He cursed silently - conscious that Derek would probably hear him - and left his car, slamming the door shut and stomped up to his Alpha.

He eyed the matt and noticed that there was some sort of metal framework with vertical bars attached to the tree trunk. Leather restraints with handcuffs were welded to the bars and Jackson knew that this construction hadn't been here the last time he had visited the place.

"What is this," he blurted out without thinking. The moment the words were out, Jackson regretted them. Now his Alpha would be as pissed as usual about Jackson talking out of turn here.

Surprisingly the Alpha only commented Jackson's mistake with a somewhat devilish grin and red glowing eyes. At that moment Jackson knew that something important was going to occur, because the last time he had seen that expression was the night the Alpha had given him the bite.

"Today I am making it official," Derek commented while taking of his black jacket.

"What are you making official," Jackson asked as he got up to his Alpha, standing next to the matt.

"Today I will finish you transition into the pack by claiming you."

Jackson had no idea what exactly his Alpha meant since he had assumed that he had made the pack when he got bitten. "What do you mean?"

The Alpha clapped and rubbed his hands, showing eagerness. "These are the ways of our people. Every werewolf gets claimed by the Alpha; this way you fill finally belong to the pack." The Alpha pointed with both index fingers at Jackson.

Jackson shook his head to get his head clear. "I thought I was part of the pack."

Derek scratched the stubble of his beard as he answered. "You were sort of an honorary member, tonight you will become a full member. I wanted to get into your ass for a while now, but I had to get another mattress first."

"Yeah," Jackson began before stopping abruptly as his thoughts raced through his brain and a realization hit him. "All Alphas are gay?"

"It's not gay, it’s a werewolf thing," Derek growled. He picked Jackson up and threw him onto the matt face down. Jackson gasped and tried to turn over onto his back. Derek clasped Jackson's right hand. Feeling around at the makeshift headboard, he found the chained leather restraints and put it on Jackson's wrist.

Jackson tugged, but otherwise stopped trying to turn over.

Quickly, Derek straddled his back and got hold of the other cuff. He captured Jackson's other wrist and buckled it as well. Grabbing Jackson's shirt, Derek ripped it off and slid down Jackson's body but not before trailing his tongue along the spine, making Jackson gasp.

He spotted the scars on the neck where he had pierced the skin all this time ago and smiled. For him it was a mark of temporal ownership. Tonight he would mark Jackson as his own forever.

"Do nothing unless I give you permission to." He gathered the back of Jackson's jeans in his hands and jerked. Thanks to werewolf strength, the jeans and boxers beneath tore down the middle and exposed Jackson's bare ass.

Sucking in a deep breath, Derek moved back. Holy fucking shit. The torn fabric of the red boxers was visible at his waist and small straps framed each gorgeous muscled cheek.

Jackson tried to see over his shoulder, but the restraints didn't allow enough movement for him to look Derek in the eye.

"You want this," Derek growled. It was not a question or even suggestion, but a clear statement.

"Yes, sir," Jackson replied hesitantly.

Derek grabbed his hair and pulled with force. "Yes what?"

"Yes, Alpha."

Derek knew that in truth Jackson loved being told what to do despite his inner protests to the contrary, he was naturally submissive. Everything they'd done so far reinforced the fact that Jackson wanted to be claimed as Derek's Omega.

Goddamn, Jackson looked good lying there chained to the iron bars with his ass exposed and his hole twitching. He was completely at his mercy. The white skin of his sinewy backside was gorgeous against the dark grey matt. He ran his hand over his Omega's ass before getting off the mattress and undressing completely.

Jackson lay there listening. The air rushing over his skin with the Alpha's movements felt good on his heated skin, like a cool breeze. He couldn't remember ever being this turned on. He squirmed a little, pressing his cock against the mattress; it felt like it was about to burst. Fuck. He was going to go crazy. His stomach tensed and he could think of nothing but getting the Alpha inside of him. "Please…" All hesitation was gone.

Moving against the matt again, he tried to get some relief. His cock was already leaking.

The Alpha's hand stroked his ass. Oh damn, what was he going to do? Jackson moaned and lifted toward it.

"Get your knees underneath you. Ass in the air!"

"Oh God, yes, fuck me, please." He wanted it, needed it. Jackson turned his head instinctively, but the Alpha's hand came to the back of his neck, pinning him to the mattress. His other hand slid over Jackson's ass, caressing. He closed his eyes, letting go and submitting to the Alpha.

Being bound was a new experience for him, but he liked it. His entire body was one big bundle of nerves. "Please fuck me, Alpha."

Growling, the Alpha removed his hands from Jackson's neck and ass. The mattress moved.

Jackson couldn't see, but the Alpha's smell teased his nose; then something warm and wet slid down the crack of his ass. Spit. The Alpha's finger followed the trail of saliva, circled his hole and pressed in.

Sucking in a breath at the sheer pleasure, Jackson pushed back against the Alpha's finger.

Derek slapped him hard on the ass, the place stinging with pain. "Be still."

"Yes, Alpha." Oh God, please hurry.

Repeating the process with two and then three fingers, he drove Jackson insane with lust, teasing him. He shook with the effort to hold still as commanded.

"Very nice, pup." the Alpha's fingers retreated, then the head of his cock pressed against Jackson's hole and shoved in, inch by slow torturous inch, until his balls rested on Jackson's ass. Jackson gasped for air, his ass swallowing the Alpha and milking his cock. The burning feeling shot through him. A tingle raced over his spine, making his arms and legs feel almost heavy. Within seconds the twinge of pain was gone. The Alpha rubbed more saliva around his cock and Jackson's stretched hole, making it slicker.

Jackson suppressed a moan and tried to push back. He was so damn close.

Gripping Jackson's hips with both hands, the Alpha started fucking him hard and fast, pounded into him over and over, making his balls slap hard against Jackson's ass, the sound echoed through the forest.

He dropped forward, bracing himself on one hand, and pulled the rest of Jackson's boxers aside, grasping the cock. He stroked in time with his thrusts, driving Jackson forward into his palm as he hit Jackson's prostate."Show me how much you like it pup," he commanded.

Jackson let out a low keening sound, dropped his head and further exposed his nape. He didn't want it to ever stop. He moaned and howled into the night, letting everyone know the pleasures he experienced here.

Rooting his face against Jackson's neck, the Alpha growled. The sound was low, deep and possessive, stating better than words that Jackson was his.

The skin on the back of Jackson's neck crawled, feeling hot and itchy, Jackson whimpered. "Bite me. Please bite me." He shouted. He needed the Alpha's teeth. If the Alpha would bite him, Jackson could come. He didn't know how he knew that but he did. Oh God, he wanted to come. He screamed into the night for his Alpha to bite him.

The Alpha's teeth clamped down on Jackson's neck where it met his shoulder. The fangs pierced his flesh and Jackson yelled. "Oh fuck!" Jackson's whole body jerked. The pain in his shoulder radiated out as the hand over his prick tugged hard. Pleasure crashed over him, bowing his back. He came, his ass clenching around his Alpha's cock.

With a hoarse groan, the Alpha lifted his mouth from Jackson's shoulder. He stopped to stroke Jackson's dick, now slick by his cum and shoved his sticky hand into Jackson's hungry mouth, giving him a taste of his own fluid. Derek thrust forward one last time and came deep in Jackson's ass - marking him on the inside as well as the outside - emitting a loud roar that vibrated through the night.

Easing him down to the mattress, the Alpha withdrew from his body and slowly unbuckled Jackson's wrists. "You did good, pup."

"Thank you, Alpha."

"You are mine now, pup. Now and forever!"

The Alpha gathered his clothes and walked towards the ruins without looking back.

"Hey, what about me," Jackson shouted.

The Alpha didn't even look back or stop. "Is it my fault that you didn't bring spare clothes with you? Drive home the way you are."

by naaru

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