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In The Heat Of The Moment (( Rainy Summer Days & LustfulSins ))

Rainy Summer Days

Rainy Summer Days

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Callum was born into a family of five, his parents and two siblings. He is a triplet with his two brothers, Finley and Rowel, and one of only two omegas in his family. The other is Rowel; Finley and his parents are all betas. His parents were often stressed at the prospect of raising not one but two omegas, but they lived in relative peace in the city of Taville. While both his brothers have married and mated, Callum has not. He enjoys his freedom of working with finances, has a boyfriend of two years that he is happy to take things slowly with, and has come to terms with his orientation through the support of his family.

Work was seldom a place of noise or commotion. A quiet place for professional work to be finished in silence. Conversation kept to a minimum. Callum was intimidated to be in a room full of people and hear nothing more than the scratch of pens on paper, the crack of fingers on keyboards. Almost as intimidated as he was by the thought that he was required to see his boss today. He was told ahead of time that it was only to discuss the business’ budget for the upcoming year. Didn’t make him any less nervous. The boss, a man who didn’t need to ask to get what he wanted, walked with the air of confidence only an alpha could uphold.​
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He was lucky to have been hired in the first place. As an omega, Callum was automatically viewed as inferior to his beta and alpha co-workers. Replaceable, dispensable.​
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One deep breath was all he allowed himself to take, folder gripped in one hand. Knocked on the open door frame twice, then entered. His skin itched in anticipation, face flushed. It wasn’t the first time they’d spoken together, the boss and he, but the fear wrecked his body. The collar of his shirt irritated the back of his neck. The room felt too hot with his suit jacket on. “Excuse me sir? I have the budget report for next year completed like you asked for.”​
 
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In a world where your status as Aplha, Beta, or Omega is something you're born with, Eric had been born into a pure Alpha family. His parents, his grandparents, and his great grandparents had also been Alphas. An unspoiled line of powerful businessmen and strong leaders. Six years later, Eric's younger brother James had been born, an Omega. Out of anger, his father divorced his mother for birthing a weakling, leaving Eric to raise James. He hated his brother for it, and thus came to hate Omegas. That hatred dulled over the years, but had left Eric with a refusal for mating. What if his mate gave him an Omega like James? Eric vowed to never mate.

Eric had taken over his father's tech company two years ago. Already successful in creating and launching popular personal computers, cell phones, and other advanced tech, Eric had doubled their income without raising their expenses too much over the two years. But he ran a very strict financial budget. Any mistake in the finances department meant an immediate reassessment of the employee's skills. One had left them for failing to resolve a missing two thousand dollars. Almost miraculously, Eric's financial department head had hired an Omega, and had out him in charge of overall budgeting.

Now, Eric is seated behind his desk in his office, waiting for the Omega to arrive for their meeting. The department head is also present, along with his male secretary. He'd had a female secretary, but his all business attitude had made her angry, due to his refusal to accept her flirting. He'd fired her on the spot, and a week later had a male secretary. Eric is scrolling through the budget that had been made for this year on his monitor, prepared to compare it to the budget the Omega had made up for the upcoming year. New Year's celebrations are just over a week away.

There's a knock on the door, and the small black haired Omega he'd only spoken with a handful of times, steps into his office. Callum. Under normal circumstances, Eric would have fired him just for being an Omega. But his department head had asked him to give the boy a chance, saying his resume had been stellar. Eric holds out one hand for the folder. "Give it here. Talk me through it."
 
Callum was lucky to have such high grades from college. Multiple people recommended him for this position, when not many individuals considered omegas fit for the working class. His brother Rowel wasn’t able to work. Too busy at home with his husband and their adopted children. He didn’t understand Callum’s desire to work in the first place. Teased him relentlessly for it. Why should he work when he could find a nice alpha to provide for him? Why would he waste his life and time? Didn’t he know that he would be old and unattractive by the time his boyfriend decided to marry him?

Because I want to live my own life.

A life where he couldn’t do what he wanted wasn’t much of a life. His boyfriend didn’t mind, in fact he encouraged him to pursue his goals.

He handed the folder over to his boss, who he would not be afraid to admit scared me a little. An alpha in every sense of the word. The man never acted friendly or approachable. Not to Callum. He adjusted his shirt collar with one hand, the material scratchy against his flushed skin. “I took into account the changing prices of our suppliers, so the company will be a bit short.”

The room was too hot. A shudder wracked down his body, his thoughts sluggish. He cleared his throat and rubbed the back of his neck. “But we’ll have plenty to work with. Not a lot leftover, but enough to cover all our expenses.”
 
Eric listens to Callum speak. He doesn't expect the Omega to be snappy with his words, so he maintains patience. His long fingers flip through the pages while Callum talks. He doesn't notice at first, the way Callum seems to be struggling with the collar of his shirt. Nor does his sense of smell pick up the rising pheromones leaking from the boy.

When he does, his head snaps up, intense stare locked on the small black haired boy. The finance department head and his secretary have noticed as well, and the secretary has even taken a step toward the Omega. Eric clamps down on his instincts as best he can. He doesn't want the responsibility of an Omega, but he also doesn't want his employees attacking each other over the boy. Thankfully, they're both betas.

"Get out, both of you. Get out, now!" At first firm but calm, Eric's deep voice suddenly spikes in volume, and he drops the folder on his desk. Then he's standing, physically chasing the other two men from the office with a growl. He shuts and locks the door behind them, pausing a moment to attempt to collect himself. Then he turns back to Callum, who still has his back to him.
 
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Callum watched fearfully as the other two employees were thrown from the room. Confused that he wasn’t thrown out with them. The room spins around him now, head dizzy and feverish. It’s at that moment that he realized what was going on.

He was in heat.

The omega took suppressants for his heat regularly. He never missed a dose. Not the month before, not the month before that and not this month. Shivers wracked his body and he leaned against Eric’s desk to keep himself upright. Refused to make the tiny noises his body wanted him to or to beg the nearby alpha to fulfill his biological desires.

“I need to go home,” he said. That was the only safe option here, to go back home. Let his beta boyfriend help him as much as he could.
 
Eric stays by the door, holding his breath. They're on the sixth floor, how does Callum expect to get past everyone on this floor to the elevator, then through everyone on the first floor? And Callum can't drive in this condition. He's almost falling over already. Eric can't hold his breath anymore, releasing it and taking a deep breath.

When he does, Eric gets a full blast of Callum's pheromones. There's no scent of another Alpha or beta, just as he'd thought. Callum carried no mate scent normally, and there's no mate scent now. Which means even if he had a significant other, he hadn't been mated yet.

Eric's heartbeat is pounding in his chest as his instincts take over. There's an unclaimed Omega right there, in fresh heat. Most Omegas have heats lasting a couple of days, in rises and falls. Eric's instincts run higher than most Alphas, being a fourth generation. In a handful of steps, Eric is behind Callum, pressing up against him. His hands land on the desk to either side of the boy.
 
Callum didn’t know how he would get home like this, through multiple floors of unmated and unmarked alphas. He couldn’t drive. Couldn’t even walk, his legs were too wobbly and unsteady to carry him to the door. Footsteps sounded behind him and a body pressed against him; hands bracketed him in on either side.

His body reacted to the contact in a split second. Callum arched back into him, pushed into the scent and feeling of alpha. His body wanted the contact, but his mind didn’t.

“What are you doing?” Callum’s voice was thin and fearful. He was shaking violently in the space between Eric’s arms. “I...I need to go home. I want to go home.”
 
Eric can only growl in response, ducking his head to bury his face against the side of Callum's neck. His right hand lifts, wrapping under the boy's arm and under his shirt. The Omega's skin is soft beneath his hand, and his scent is strong at his neck. Eric rolls his hips, grinding against Callum's ass. He's hard, and his instincts are driving his thoughts now.

Eric scrapes his teeth against Callum's skin. His right hand moves again, sliding along the boy's waistband to push his pants down off his ass. Callum's pheromones filling his nose, Eric bucks against him, hips rolling steadily. There's no doubt he will be mounting the Omega.
 
Callum doesn’t want to enjoy the roll of Eric’s hips, the way he grinds against his ass. He doesn’t have any say in the way his body pushes back, pressing himself flush against the man’s hips. Fighting back isn’t an option. He’s enjoying the physical contact too much, his head is light and dizzy. All he can think about is alpha, alpha, alpha. His hormones demand he be mounted and claimed, that he give himself over to the alpha behind him. As an unmated omega, that’s all his body understands. The intense desire to be claimed.

His pants are pulled down and the reaction it gets is immediate. Eric thrusts against him, rolled his hips. Callum can’t stop himself from gasping. “You can’t...you shouldn’t do this,” he begged. He’s determined to keep trying while he knows he can still voice rational thoughts.
 
Eric barely hears Callum, teeth nipping his ear. His hips roll again, and his right hand runs along the boy's thigh. His left hand has moved off the desk, but Callum won't be going anywhere. There's a soft clink as Eric opens the buckle of his belt, then his zipper. His eyes are closed, the instinct to breed overpowering any other thought already.

Eric's hips press to Callum's ass again, and this time there's no fabric between them. Hot skin on hot skin, Eric is grinding against the boy. With no lube available, it's a good thing an Omega's body produces it's own lubrication during heat. Eric growls, bucking against the boy, cock sliding along his cheeks.
 
It doesn’t matter how much Callum begs or protests. His body doesn’t think the same way. It doesn’t understand that he barely knows the alpha behind him, that the alpha unbuckling his pants is his employer. There’s no differentiating between an alpha he shouldn’t let fuck him and the man he’s happily dated for two years. His instincts go wild at the scent of an eager, willing alpha and he shudders as his body prepares itself to be taken.

The slickness between his thighs only grew when Eric’s bare hips made their way back to his ass. No clothing to separate them, nothing to stop his cock from sliding along his wet cheeks. He folded his arms on the desk. Pillowed his head on top of them. Ass pushed back, the tiny noises that fell from his mouth turned his face bright red.

He didn’t want this to happen. Not really. Yet he couldn’t say it didn’t feel good. It felt amazing, like every heat story he ever heard his brother talk about. The kind of heat that could only be experienced with an alpha partner. Not a beta like his boyfriend.
 
When Callum leans low over the desk, practically bracing himself in a way, Eric follows the motion. His left hand lands back on the desk, right arm wrapping securely around Callum's waist. Eric presses his nose into the soft space just behind the boy's jaw, inhaling deeply. Gods, he smells incredible.

Eric's hips pull back again, but this time when they press forward, his hard cock pushes into Callum's tight body. Eric groans, loudly. The office door might be enough to hinder their scents slipping into the hall, but it does little to muffle loud sounds. Eric grinds his hips forward, until his cock is buried to the hilt.
 
Callum felt the hot length of Eric grind against his ass and prayed, to anyone that would listen, that it stayed there. It didn’t. He felt it push past the loose ring of muscle, inside of him. Deeper, deeper, deeper. A moan that he tried so hard to fight down works itself out of his chest, loud and pathetic. A keening noise that anyone out in the hall could hear. They would know exactly what was going on, what they were doing behind closed doors. His boss is buried to the hilt, now, flush against his backside. There is no space between them.

He doesn’t want it. Any of it. His cock is hard and leaking all over Eric’s desk. Callum tried to think about things that would ruin the mood. Horror movies he found gross, walking in on his parents, even the time he got drunk in college and threw up in his own car. None of it worked. His erection didn’t flag or lessen.

Worse than not being able to force himself out of feeling arousal, his body won’t listen to him. It moved back into Eric, rocked against his cock, begged for more. “Please,” he heard himself whimper, but even he wasn’t sure what he was asking for any more.
 
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Eric stays still for almost a minute, though whether that's from his own strength or simply because he's reveling in the tight heat of Callum's body, it's impossible to say. Callum's moan echoing his own sounds certainly sent a shudder up Eric's back. And when Callum utters that simple please, Eric's body complies.

Eric rolls his hips tightly, then draws them back. A heartbeat later, he thrusts forward again, the movement powerful. Then repeat, and repeat. A steady, flowing rhythm without pause. Eric's teeth pull at the collar of Callum's shirt, ripping buttons from the front in the process and exposing his shoulder.
 
Eric pulled at the collar of his shirt like a wild animal, ripped the front buttons and pulled the fabric away. Left Callum’s shoulder bared and exposed, the same as his own backside. These clothes cost me a fortune, the thought popped up into his head through the fog of pleasure. He worked hard to buy his own clothes, when his parents refused to spoil their omega sons. The damage to the shirt was done. It could be fixed, sure, but he doubted that he would want to wear it again after this.

A thrust rougher than the rest caused him to moan, hands searched for purchase across the smooth desk. He needed something to hold. Anything would do. Callum reached back, found Eric’s arms, and grabbed them. Dug his nails into skin. It stretched his muscles, but he needed it. His body loved every thrust, every forceful pull and push of the alpha’s hips, but his mind did not. Not most of it. He needed to hold on, his legs were too weak to stay up when all he wanted to do was collapse and be done with it.
 
Eric growls at the sting of Callum's nails digging into his arms, but he doesn't release the omega. His mind is numbed by his powerful instinct, so even though he never wanted a mate, much less an omega, Eric's hips continue to buck and rut against the small male.

After almost ten minutes, and a mix of groans and growls in Callum's ear, Eric is fast approaching his climax. His thrusts are shorter, hips snapping harder against Callum's ass. Eric's mouth is pressed to the junction of Callum's neck and shoulder, to the big muscle there.

The trouble with an Alpha being around an omega in heat is that it almost always results in a mating. Alphas that have been around mated omegas get experience ignoring the heat scent, helped by the fact that scent is mixed with the smell of the omega's mate. Eric doesn't have that experience with omegas, so his instinct to breed overpowers his mind.
 
Callum wanted to stay himself throughout the entire experience. He didn’t want to give in to his instincts or the natural omega urge to be bred. It wasn’t his choice to make no matter how much he wanted it to be. It never had been. When his mind and thoughts were clouded over by hormones, he couldn’t stop himself from putting his entire body on full display. Tilted his head back, welcomed Eric to kiss and mouth at the skin there. Opened his mouth to moan and whine and whimper, to make all the noises he could to encourage the alpha to continue.

An omega in heat needed to be bred. Those who spent their heats alone often suffered, pained and lonely, their bodies demanding an alpha’s cock, never able to fulfill that desire on their own.

Callum never went through a full heat before. He took suppressants from the time he presented up until now. Never missed a dose. There was no reason for his sudden heat now, he knew he hadn’t missed his daily dose, but here he was. In full blown heat, being mounted by his alpha boss.

He hit his orgasm so hard that it turned his legs boneless, came all over Eric’s desk with a sharp cry. Not even a minute after, his dick was hard again, ready to keep going. He heard himself talking, but he had no control over the words that spilled from his mouth. “Alpha, please, alpha.”
 
Eric growls, leaned over the omega boy and rutting hard. He's so close, muscles trembling. When Callum hits his first orgasm, and his muscles contract around Eric's cock, the alpha groans loudly. His hips thrust hard.

It's Callum's pleas that send him over the edge. Eric bucks his hips, burying his cock. With a loud growl, hips jerking tightly against the boy's ass, Eric spills his hot seed into Callum's body. In the same heartbeat, Eric sinks his teeth into the omega's shoulder where it meets his neck. Heat rushes through their bodies, the pleasure of the orgasm hitting like fire.
 
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