Bound to the Alpha - Part Three: Feral Omega

Derek should be enjoying his bonding leave and having endless rounds of sex with his new omega, but Scott makes him work for every encounter. Frustrated, Derek decides that something has to change. After reading an online article describing how to bring an omega's instincts closer to the surface, Derek finally has a plan...

(This story is about 7,000 words long. It contains dubious consent, rough sex and bondage. All characters are 18 years or older.)

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“Need your knot,” Scott mumbled into Derek’s shirt, breath making the soft cotton damp. Tightening his arms momentarily, Derek leaned his head down and gave the top of Scott’s head a kiss.
“You do? You need your alpha to fill your hungry little hole?” Derek asked, hand moving down to rest over Scott’s ass. The boy’s pants were drenched with slick, the sweet scent letting Derek know that Scott was ripe for mounting.
“Yes,” Scott whimpered.
“Show alpha how much you want his cock,” Derek ordered, letting go of Scott and pushing him away by the shoulders. Scott grabbed his arms, trying to stop him from pushing them apart. “Take of your clothes and get down on the floor, Scott. Alpha wants you to show him your hole.”
Scott looked up at him, confused, his pupils huge and black. Derek trailed a finger down under the hem of his shirt, lifting it and letting it drop back down. “Take it off, Scott.”
Scott obeyed, ripping off his sweatshirt and pushing down his pants, kicking them away from his body and standing before Derek completely naked except for his gleaming black collar. Derek had a matching set of cuffs in his desk drawer, and much to Scott’s distress he walked across the room to retrieve them...