He didn't want that. He never wanted to be taken by an alpha like that. He didn't consent to Zac having him, even if his body said otherwise. That was something he couldn't help. It was his nature to be turned on by the scent of an alpha. His mind whispered, 'the right scent'. He shook the thought. Zac wasn't the right scent. He would never be the right scent.
Rubbing his ribs where Zac punched him, the area bruised and swollen. His touch traveled down over the front of his body, touching where he could still feel Zac's hands on him. The scent of sandalwood was still thick in his head. His breathing deepened as he closed his eyes.
He wasn't going into heat, was he? It was too early for his heat. He didn't get one but every few months. His body tingled in the best way possible as he touched himself, stroking slowly. Purposely, drawing out his climb to his next peak. He wanted the thoughts of Zac to stay in his mind a little longer.
"You're making it hard?" Commented Zac as he walked into the shower room.
Valentine was the only one in here for the moment. His scent had traveled all the way down the hall to Zac's room.
Startled, Valentine stopped what he was doing, wrapping the towel back around himself. He didn't care what he was making hard for Zac. Grabbing his few things from the bench, and started for the door.
"Get out of my way." Commanded Valentine.
"For someone who expects manners, you don't have many yourself."
"Get out of my way, Zac. I told you to leave me alone. I told you to never touch me. So stop. Nothing is going to ever happen between us again. Okay. You forced your way as far as I'm concerned. So just fucking stop."
"Fine, I'll leave you alone if you tell me that just now I wasn't the one on your mind," Zac commented and crossed his arms over his chest.
He was still running on a high from the ring. Maybe he wanted it to be something more than just a fight that was pushing him to be here. Maybe, it simply was for the fact that his dick was still throbbing for Valentine.
He had been wrong in the past. Zac wanted Asher to be his when there was never a chance in hell that would happen. Fixating on the hope of nothing for so long fucked him in the head. He didn't know how to be a proper alpha to anyone. He didn't even know how to handle himself.
Valentine was constantly telling him to fuck off, but god the more he did that, the more he wanted him. Tonight maybe he crossed the line, but he wasn't the only party who had. Valentine arched into him, pushed his hips down over his dick as he gripped at him for more. So there was a part of Zac that didn't believe all of this was his fault.
"I'm not fucking telling you shit." Stated Valentine, who was not pleased being called out like that.
"Humph." Grunted Zac. "You make it really hard for people to not like you." Paraphrasing a line Valentine had told him a week ago.
"Fuck off." Pushed Valentine dipping past Zac.
"Oh, I will." He groaned, then turned and snatched Valentine up from the floor.
Zac pinned his back to the cool wall of the locker room. Valentine naturally wrapped his legs around him.
"Put me down." He squirmed, pushing at Zac's shoulders to stop.
Letting out a low growl as he gripped both of Valentine's wrists into one of his hands, pinning them above his head again. To stop him from hitting him so much.
"I know it was me you were thinking about." He whispered in his ear. "And that's okay. I like that, but at least let me watch."
"Zac, please." Begged Valentine.
He had no strength left in him to fight. He used all he had in the ring. Zac smiled at the mention of his name. He liked hearing Valentine say it. Gently Zac let out his pheromones to calm Valentine some. He knew his head was all over the place, just like his own.
Thinking they could talk later, feeding into their sexual urges was higher up on his list of priorities for the time being as he ran his nose along his neck, nipping lightly. Gentle as he sucked on his tender skin, feeling Valentine push into him, rolling his hips.
The fear of Zac bonding with him didn't cross his mind at all. If Zac was going to bond with him he would have done it in the ring while everyone watched. That would have been the ultimate fuck you to Shaw and all the other alphas. To fully make Valentine his, but he didn't
He saw the turmoil Shaw's mark put him in. He wasn't about to do the same. Valentine had this strong front about himself. He didn't need anyone's help, nor did he want to take it. When he did take it, it was only because it was forced upon him.
Alpha's would always have the upper hand when it came to an omega, no matter what they did. Zac liked that Valentine stood his ground on things. He got a kick out of him talking to him the way he did. No filter. No holding back. It was different, something he knew he would never get anywhere else.
But he also liked the tender side that all omega's had. The side Valentine tried to keep hidden. The sweet scent wafted the hallway as Zac moved back down to his room. He slammed the door closed behind them. Valentine had since placed his arms over his shoulders, picking up where Zac left off, nipping at his neck now. He bit harder than Zac dared to do to him.
"I'm still pissed off at you, asshole." Commented Valentine as Zac crawled over the top of him on the bed.
"You can tell me all about it in the morning." Shhh'd Zac as he pressed his lips against his, getting his first real taste of Valentine.
Startled, Valentine stopped what he was doing, wrapping the towel back around himself. He didn't care what he was making hard for Zac. Grabbing his few things from the bench, and started for the door.
"Get out of my way." Commanded Valentine.
"For someone who expects manners, you don't have many yourself."
"Get out of my way, Zac. I told you to leave me alone. I told you to never touch me. So stop. Nothing is going to ever happen between us again. Okay. You forced your way as far as I'm concerned. So just fucking stop."
"Fine, I'll leave you alone if you tell me that just now I wasn't the one on your mind," Zac commented and crossed his arms over his chest.
He was still running on a high from the ring. Maybe he wanted it to be something more than just a fight that was pushing him to be here. Maybe, it simply was for the fact that his dick was still throbbing for Valentine.
He had been wrong in the past. Zac wanted Asher to be his when there was never a chance in hell that would happen. Fixating on the hope of nothing for so long fucked him in the head. He didn't know how to be a proper alpha to anyone. He didn't even know how to handle himself.
Valentine was constantly telling him to fuck off, but god the more he did that, the more he wanted him. Tonight maybe he crossed the line, but he wasn't the only party who had. Valentine arched into him, pushed his hips down over his dick as he gripped at him for more. So there was a part of Zac that didn't believe all of this was his fault.
"I'm not fucking telling you shit." Stated Valentine, who was not pleased being called out like that.
"Humph." Grunted Zac. "You make it really hard for people to not like you." Paraphrasing a line Valentine had told him a week ago.
"Fuck off." Pushed Valentine dipping past Zac.
"Oh, I will." He groaned, then turned and snatched Valentine up from the floor.
Zac pinned his back to the cool wall of the locker room. Valentine naturally wrapped his legs around him.
"Put me down." He squirmed, pushing at Zac's shoulders to stop.
Letting out a low growl as he gripped both of Valentine's wrists into one of his hands, pinning them above his head again. To stop him from hitting him so much.
"I know it was me you were thinking about." He whispered in his ear. "And that's okay. I like that, but at least let me watch."
"Zac, please." Begged Valentine.
He had no strength left in him to fight. He used all he had in the ring. Zac smiled at the mention of his name. He liked hearing Valentine say it. Gently Zac let out his pheromones to calm Valentine some. He knew his head was all over the place, just like his own.
Thinking they could talk later, feeding into their sexual urges was higher up on his list of priorities for the time being as he ran his nose along his neck, nipping lightly. Gentle as he sucked on his tender skin, feeling Valentine push into him, rolling his hips.
The fear of Zac bonding with him didn't cross his mind at all. If Zac was going to bond with him he would have done it in the ring while everyone watched. That would have been the ultimate fuck you to Shaw and all the other alphas. To fully make Valentine his, but he didn't
He saw the turmoil Shaw's mark put him in. He wasn't about to do the same. Valentine had this strong front about himself. He didn't need anyone's help, nor did he want to take it. When he did take it, it was only because it was forced upon him.
Alpha's would always have the upper hand when it came to an omega, no matter what they did. Zac liked that Valentine stood his ground on things. He got a kick out of him talking to him the way he did. No filter. No holding back. It was different, something he knew he would never get anywhere else.
But he also liked the tender side that all omega's had. The side Valentine tried to keep hidden. The sweet scent wafted the hallway as Zac moved back down to his room. He slammed the door closed behind them. Valentine had since placed his arms over his shoulders, picking up where Zac left off, nipping at his neck now. He bit harder than Zac dared to do to him.
"I'm still pissed off at you, asshole." Commented Valentine as Zac crawled over the top of him on the bed.
"You can tell me all about it in the morning." Shhh'd Zac as he pressed his lips against his, getting his first real taste of Valentine.
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