Zack's eyes flashed in the darkness, pupils blown wide with desire. His scent deepened, turned wild and possessive as he pressed Brandon harder into the ground. One hand slid down Brandon's side to grip his hip, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise.

"Tell me what you need," Zack growled against Brandon's throat, teeth grazing the sensitive skin there. "Tell me how to take care of you."

Brandon arched beneath him, coherent thought dissolving under the weight of pure instinct. "You," he gasped. "Inside me. Making me yours." The words tasted sweet and poisonous on his tongue—a promise he couldn't keep. Time was slipping away. The knowledge burned like acid behind his ribs even as pleasure coursed.

"Fuck, yes," Zack growled, the sound vibrating through Brandon's chest. His fingers trembled against Brandon's ribs, like he was holding himself back from taking too much, too fast. "Want to see all of you."

The Alpha's control was fracturing—Brandon could smell it, could feel it in the way Zack's hands shook as they explored his skin.

"Please," Brandon gasped. More touch. More heat.

Zack's thumbs brushed Brandon's nipples under his shirt, drawing a broken moan from the Omega's lips.

"So responsive," Zack breathed, voice rough with wonder. "Need to taste—" His words cut off as Brandon's shirt cleared his head, revealing smooth skin painted silver in the moonlight. "Fuck."

Brandon's breath hitched as Zack's mouth quickly found his nipple, tongue circling the sensitive peak before teeth grazed it gently. His fingers threaded through Zack's hair, pulling him closer, a broken sound escaping his throat. More slick gushed between his thighs, soaking through the fabric of his pants.

Zack's hands fumbled with the waist band of Brandon's pants, movements clumsy with need. "Sorry," he muttered, pressing apologetic kisses down Brandon's sternum. "Trying to go slow, but your scent—" He inhaled deeply, nostrils flaring. "Driving me crazy."

The admission sent another wave of heat through Brandon's core. His hips lifted instinctively as Zack tugged his pants down, exposing him to the cool night air. The Alpha's breath caught, his scent spiking with pure want as he took in Brandon's naked form.

"Beautiful," Zack whispered, reverent hands sliding up Brandon's thighs. His fingers traced the curve of Brandon's cock, already hard and leaking against his stomach. "So perfect for me."

Brandon's mind flashed to that first chase through these same woods - when Zack had tackled him, forced him down. That submit had been survival, pure instinct. But now...

His body melted under Zack's touch, willingly yielding as the Alpha's hand wrapped around him. A broken moan escaped his throat as Zack's thumb circled the sensitive head, spreading the wetness gathered there.

"So good for me," Zack growled, his voice deeper than Brandon had ever heard it. The sound sent shivers down Brandon's spine, made more wetness pulse from his entrance.

Brandon's thighs fell open wider, displaying himself to the Alpha's heated gaze. The vulnerability should have terrified him. Instead, it felt right - safe - to bare himself like this. To let Zack see everything.

Zack's nostrils flared as he scented Brandon's arousal, his eyes darkening with primal hunger. But even as desire rolled off him in waves, his touch remained reverent, controlled. This wasn't about dominance or force. This was about trust.

Brandon arched into Zack's grip, head falling back to expose his throat. He yielded utterly, an act of trust as potent as any physical connection. "Please," he whispered into the night air. "Alpha."

"So wet," Zack groaned against his lips. One finger pressed inside, meeting no resistance as Brandon's body welcomed him eagerly. "Fuck, you're perfect. Made for me."

Brandon's fingers dug into Zack's shoulders as a second finger joined the first, stretching him with careful movements that felt too gentle, too slow for the fire burning through his veins. His cock throbbed in Zack's grip as the Alpha's fingers curled inside him, finding that spot that made stars explode behind his eyes.

"Zack," Brandon pleaded, voice breaking on a moan. His body clenched around Zack's fingers, hungry for more. "Please, I'm ready, I need—"

"I know, baby." Zack's voice was rough with restraint as he withdrew his fingers. "I've got you. Gonna take care of you."

Brandon's eyes fixed on Zack's hands as they moved to his own zipper, watching through a haze of desire as the Alpha freed himself from his shorts. The full, demanding curve of him was revealed, already glistening with anticipation. Brandon's mouth watered at the sight, his hole clenching on emptiness.

The Alpha's body pinned him against the soft earth, setting Brandon's flesh aflame at every point of contact. His fingers scrabbled desperately at Zack's clothing, seeking bare skin beneath. Once the garment was discarded, the moonlight painted silver ribbons along the scars of Zack's back.

"Gonna make you feel so good," Zack promised, positioning himself between Brandon's spread thighs. His cock brushed against Brandon's entrance, hot and hard and perfect.

The first slow thrust was gentle, tentative, like he was afraid Brandon might break. The Alpha filled him completely, stretching him to the edge of bearable pleasure, a delicious burn that scrambled his senses. His nerves sang with unfamiliar input—not pain disguised as pleasure or endurance masked as desire, but pure sensation that demanded nothing except his surrender to it. His body, so long an instrument played by others, now made music for himself alone.

"Fuck," Zack breathed against his neck. "You feel incredible."

Brandon's fingers dug into Zack's upper arms, urging him closer, deeper. "More," he gasped. "All of you—"

Zack's rhythm steadied, each stroke hitting deeper than the last. Brandon's knees rose, feet clinching at the Alpha's waist, changing the angle until stars burst behind his eyes. His cock leaked steadily between them, leaving wet trails across his stomach.

"Like that?" Zack's voice was rough with restraint. "This what you need, baby?"

"Yes," Brandon moaned, arching to meet each thrust. "God, yes—"

His body trembled beneath Zack, every nerve ending alight with sensation. The Alpha's controlled pace was exquisite torture, each slow drag of his cock sending waves of pleasure through Brandon's core. His hands clutched at Zack's shoulders, feeling the muscles flex and strain as the Alpha held himself above him.

"Fuck," Zack panted, rising up onto his hands and knees. The new angle drove him impossibly deeper, making Brandon's back arch off the grass. "The way you take me..."

Brandon's inner walls clenched around Zack's length, drawing a feral growl from the Alpha's throat. This wasn't performance or practiced technique - this was raw need, desperate and real.

The air grew humid with their arousal as Zack's cock hit that perfect spot inside him again and again. Brandon's thighs trembled where they gripped Zack's waist, his entrance tightened and relaxed, cradling the invading fullness. The Alpha's scent had turned wild, primal - cedar and musk thick enough to taste.

"Please," Brandon whimpered, not even sure what he was begging for anymore. Everything. Anything. Just more of this perfect fullness, this connection that made his soul ache.

Suddenly Zack pulled back, a shocking, abrupt withdrawal that left Brandon feeling hollowed out, cold air hitting skin still slick and overly sensitive. An involuntary, desperate whine tore from his throat at the loss, the sudden emptiness an ache that clawed at his insides. No, don't stop. Please.

"Turn over for me," Zack growled, the sound a low rumble vibrating through the air, thick with command. His hands, warm and insistent, were already guiding him, helping Brandon roll to all fours. The shift was clumsy, his limbs trembling.

Instinct, raw and undeniable, took over. Brandon presented without thought, ass raised high, back arched, a silent, desperate offering. Arms stretched out before him, his chest to the soft grass.

Yes. Please!

Zack’s appreciative growl, vibrated straight through him, sending a cascade of shivers down his spine, making every nerve ending thrum.

The Alpha's hands, smoothed over the curve of his round ass, the softness of his hips, then down his spine. Reverent touches, almost worshipful, that made Brandon's skin burn and tingle with a complex rush of pleasure and a faint, familiar clench of fear deep in his chest.

"Perfect," Zack breathed, his voice husky, his warm breath ghosting over Brandon’s sensitized skin as he felt the Alpha line himself up. "So fucking perfect for me."

Perfect. The word snagged, a tiny, sharp hook in the overwhelming flood of sensation. He wanted to be perfect for Zack, ached for it.

He slid back in with one smooth thrust that knocked the breath from Brandon's lungs. The new angle let Zack drive deeper, harder, hitting that spot inside that made Brandon see stars. Each stroke dragged across that special place, sending jolts of pleasure through his entire body.

Each thrust drove Brandon higher, closer to a precipice he'd never dared approach before. But even as his body sang with pleasure, a voice whispered in the back of his mind: whore, liar, no one will want the real you. The guilt made everything sharper, more desperate—if this was all he could have, he'd take it all, memorize every sensation before it was ripped away.

Brandon's fingers clawed at the grass, desperate whimpers spilling from his lips as Zack pounded into him. Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through his body, making his thighs tremble and his cock leak.

"Please, Alpha," he begged, voice breaking on a particularly deep stroke. "So good, so—ah!" His words dissolved into a high-pitched whine as Zack's hand wrapped around his neglected cock, stroking in time with his thrusts.

Zack's chest pressed against his back. "Want you to be mine," Zack growled into his ear, hips snapping forward with bruising force. "Is that what you want, baby."

"Yes! - Yours!" Brandon cried out, his body clenching around Zack's thickness. Slick gushed between his thighs, the obscene wet sounds of their coupling filling the clearing. "All yours, Alpha, please—"

His begging cut off in a choked gasp as Zack's pace turned punishing, the Alpha's control finally snapping. Brandon felt split open, claimed, owned in a way that should have terrified him but instead made his heart soar. His cock throbbed in Zack's grip as pleasure coiled tighter in his core.

"Need to—please, I'm so close—" Brandon whimpered, pushing back to meet each savage thrust.

Brandon felt Zack's knot beginning to swell, catching at his rim with every thrust. The Alpha's movements grew more erratic, more desperate. His teeth scraped Brandon's shoulder, making him shudder with want.

"Gonna knot you, make you mine—" Zack growled and panted against his skin. The words pierced Brandon's haze of pleasure, a reminder of promises he couldn't fulfill. This connection—this perfect, searing bond—would be severed by dawn. He'd carry the memory of Zack's knot like a phantom limb, an emptiness where belonging once flourished. Still, he begged, Please, the word a raw, desperate sound. If deception was his only path, let him at least have this truth to hold onto when everything else turned to ash.

"YES-," Brandon gasped out, the word a raw, desperate sound. His hips tilted instinctively, a desperate, wordless plea pushing back to meet each impossibly deep thrust, chasing the friction, the searing burn that was pure, unadulterated pleasure.

Gods, yes.

"Want it," he choked, voice breaking, "want you—" The admission was a surrender, raw and terrifyingly real against the pounding rhythm of their bodies, a truth scraped from the depths of his soul.

Zack's knot swelled, catching against his rim with each thrust—a biological certainty, a claiming as old as their kind. Brandon felt it pressing, insistent and unavoidable, a fullness beyond anything he'd prepared for. When it locked inside him, the pressure against places so deep and untouched sent sparks flooding his vision, pleasure spiraling out from his core to his fingertips, toes, the crown of his head. His world narrowed to that single point of connection, that perfect, inexorable pressure that rendered him both captive and completed.

The Alphas lips, hot and unforgiving, found Brandon's scent gland. He sucked hard—not a true, binding claim, not yet, dear gods, not yet, but a possessive mark, a brand right there on his skin that promised to bruise, to linger, a beautiful, painful reminder of this exquisite torment. Mine, for this moment, mine, the silent declaration seared into Brandon’s consciousness with every pull of Zack’s mouth.

His body convulsed, a tight, shuddering clench around Zack's knot as he came, the release an aching spill onto the cool, damp grass beneath them, its earthy scent sharp and sudden in the heated air.

The Alpha followed moments later, a deep, guttural groan vibrating through the air. Brandon’s felt it through his back making his chest tremble, travelling up his spine to rattle his very teeth. Zack’s scent, a sudden, potent spike of utterly satisfied Alpha, flooded Brandon’s airways, thick and overwhelmingly possessive, the taste of ozone sharp on his tongue. His release was a scalding pulse, a possessive heat that filled him completely, a molten core stealing his breath.

Even as that inner tide surged, Zack's mouth maintained its perfect, almost unbearable pressure on Brandon's neck, teeth lightly grazing sensitized skin, a fierce, singular point of focus in the dizzying rush. Marked. Mine. The unspoken words seared into Brandon's awareness, a brand of pure, terrifying pleasure, the faint, coppery tang of their intermingled scents clinging to the heated air around them.

They collapsed together, Zack carefully maneuvering them onto their sides. His arms wrapped around Brandon, holding him close as their breathing slowly The earthy scent of the forest floor mingled with the lingering musk of their spent desire.

Brandon lay tangled with Zack, the Alpha’s arm a comforting weight around his waist, the steady pulse of the knot a deep thrumming within him. Zack’s breath, warm and even, feathered across the sensitive skin of his neck where their scents had merged, creating a new, singular perfume of theirs. He felt boneless, blissful, every inch of him saturated with a profound sense of peace, of rightness, a quiet joy he’d never dared to imagine.