Scentless

DEMON?

"At the moment I fall, who's going to hold my hand" – Awakening - RM

Namjoon is an alpha, a fact of which he's always been painfully aware, especially since his great uncle had the ability to tell a wolf's second gender even before they presented. However, he's always been a bit of a peculiar alpha.

Before she was his mate, Soyoung, who was two years older than him, had gone into heat several times. He knew her heats had never affected him the way they should, though he didn't know if it was because she was his dear friend, or because she was female. Whatever the reason, he just never had the desire to be with her in that way.

But that hadn't mattered to his pack. She had been raised to be the perfect omega to his alpha even before either of them had presented, and it was his duty to further the pack's bloodline. He'd been worried that he wouldn't be able to perform when the time came and, indeed, during the mating ritual it wasn't until he claimed her that his instincts had been strong enough to allow him to breed her. Yes, he was a peculiar alpha.

Which is why Namjoon now has no idea what the fuck is happening to his body as he presses himself against the wall, hand over his mouth and nose to try and block out the alluring scent that is quickly filling the room. Yoongi stands across from him, his now broken table the only thing separating them. Minutes ago, they'd been having a perfectly normal conversation. Now, his body is tense, his cock is hardening, and desire courses through him.

Why is this happening?

Yoongi stumbles toward him, hands reaching out in want.

No. Not Yoongi. He's not yours, no matter how much you wish he was.

Frustrated, Yoongi unties the robe that had been Soyoung's and drops it to the floor. Namjoon's cock twitches and he feels his canines lengthen in preparation for a mating bite. That's new. Soyoung had to endure the pain of him biting through her scent gland without his fangs.

"Yoongi," Namjoon hisses a warning.

He can smell the desperation and unhappiness swirling within Yoongi's sweet mint scent. He doesn't want Yoongi to be unhappy. He wants to please him, to claim him, to take care of him and raise pups with him.

"Please," Yoongi's voice is a whine, a plea.

'He wants you. Take him'

Namjoon's control snaps. In an instant, he has the smaller wolf pinned to the loveseat. He smashes his lips against Yoongi's, hungry to taste. Desperate not to be alone anymore. It surprises him when a growl rumbles in his chest, and it surprises him when Yoongi latches onto his tongue, sucking it in a preview of just what his mouth might do to other places.

His hands find purchase on Yoongi's waist, his fingers digging in slightly, likely leaving bruises. The thought of leaving even such a small mark on his potential mate thrills him. He suppresses a shudder as his half hard cock brushes against Yoongi's stomach through the fabric of his pants, capturing Yoongi's soft moan.

The smaller male breaks the kiss, eyes flickering to Namjoon's for only a second before he drops his head to the side, baring his neck. It's an invitation. Namjoon leans in, his lips sliding over Yoongi's scent gland, the aroma of crushed mint now overpowering all other senses. It would be so easy. But... something isn't right. It's almost imperceptible, but the pale wolf's body shivers under Namjoon's touch.

"Alpha, please knot me," Yoongi whines.

What am I doing?

This is Yoongi. Yoongi, the guardian angel that had entered his life just days ago. Yoongi, the wolf who had saved his life, the one who had given him a reason to wake up each morning. Yoongi, who trusts him. His friend.