Accepted? (BxB)

Accepted?

I had walked two steps into school before someone had pushed me into a locker. I sighed. This was only normal routine. I walked down the hallway after the students cleared out, only a few stragglers roaming the corridor. I walked into the classroom right as the bell rung. I rushed to my seat at the back of the class, keeping my head down. My dark brown hair fell into my eyes as I tried to focus on my work. I kept brushing it away, but it always fell back. I groaned inwardly and threw my head back. I scribbled the last answer onto the sheet then stared towards the board.

I stood up as the bell rung, signaling the end of first period. I walked out of class swiftly, making it a few feet down the hallway before the hood of my sweatshirt was yanked. I squealed as I was thrown to the ground by Cade Dark. "Hey, faggot. Going somewhere?" He said, earning a chorus of laughter from our peers. I whimpered as he kicked me in the side. By now, the halls had cleared and all that was left was Cade and I. He picked me up by the collar of my shirt.

"Now that we're alone." He said, smiling deviously. I tried to push him away, but he was much more fit than I was. His scent was smokey and suffocating. He pressed his lips against mine, salty tears joining the torture. I punched on his chest, but I was weak. Then, just as I decided to give up, he was thrown off of me. "Mine!" I heard someone growl at Cade. I wiped my eyes and saw the Alpha. Drew Adams. I cried out in pain as I tumbled to the floor, my side from the forceful blow, not being able to support me any longer.

I heard Drew gasp before kneeling beside me. Pulling me to his chest, he rubbed my aching side. I clutched his arm in pain as he poked a tender spot. "D-don't touch t-there." I whispered out, tears escaping my eyes. He began to lift my shirt, but I stopped him by yanking my sweatshirt back down. He growled softly. "Let me see, Troy. I promise I won't touch it." He said, his eyes tinting to a darker shade of blue. I nodded, whimpering as his finger skimmed a soft spot. He lifted the shirt over my head and threw it behind him.

I watched him as he examined my bruised side. The bruise was a sickly purple and black color. His hand reached for the bruise before I stopped it. "You said you wouldn't touch it." I reminded him. He sighed, standing up and bringing me with him. "I'm taking you to the Pack Doctor, no arguing." He said, pecking my lips at the end. When his lips touched mine, sparks erupted, sending a frenzy of feelings to my...friend. I blushed as he handed me my sweatshirt. I threw it on and rushed to his side. He picked me up bridal style and began carrying me to his car.

I nestled my head into his chest, hiding my heated cheeks. We reached his sleek, black mustang and he buckled me into the passenger seat. He walked to the drivers side and started the car. As we pulled out of the parking lot, one particular question swam in my mind. "Does this mean you accept me?" I asked, my voice low and feeble. "Of course." He said, his hand grasping mine softly. "Why wouldn't I?" He asked, his voice had a twinge of pain as he spoke. "Because I'm a guy. I'm weak and unwanted in the Pack. No one can love an Omega..." I whispered the last part sadly, a tear slipping from my eye. A growl sounded from my left. Drew's eyes were dark as he pulled over. "Troy, listen. You are my mate, what gender you are doesn't matter. Neither does your rank in the pack. And you aren't weak, no matter what anybody has ever told you." He said, pulling me to his lap.

I buried my face in his chest, his arms wrapped around my waist protectively. My hands rested on his chest as I listened to his heart beat. I breathed in his scent as he breathed in mine. Coffee and honey. I liked it, a lot. "You smell like peaches." He whispered softly as he stroked my hair. I bit my lip unintentionally at the sound of his husky voice. I felt my mini-me poke his stomach and I blushed, hoping he didn't feel it.

He chuckled. Damn it. "Exited, are we?" He asked seductively, setting his hand on my member. I moaned and bucked my hips slightly. My face blushed a bright red and I hung my head. "Don't be embarrassed, Peaches." He said, giving me a new nickname. "I have one too." He whispered in my ear, his hand moving mine to his own hard member. I gasped, feeling how large he was, even through his pants.

His hand still rested on mine and I moaned as he shifted his hand slightly. "You like that feeling, Peaches?" He asked huskily, a smirk tugging at his lips as he unbuttoned my jeans. His hand slipped into my boxers and he gently squeezed my bulging member. I moaned loudly, clutching his shoulders shakily. I scraped his neck with my nails as he pulled down my jeans and boxers, his finger skimming my slit. I bit my lip to keep from crying out in pleasure. "S-stop, D-drew." I said, my voice shaky.

"You know you like it, Peaches. I know you don't want me to stop. Moan for me, you know you want to." He said as he began to jerk me off. I bit my lip harder, a bit of blood protruding. I felt pre-cum leak from my member as I came close. "Uh-uh." He said, liking my tip. I bucked my hips but refused to moan. "Only if you moan for me first." He said, grabbing my butt and pulling my hard member to his mouth. He licked up and down my length, almost sending me over the edge. I still didn't moan.

He growled playfully before taking me into his mouth. I gripped his hair as he made me fuck his face. "Please." I whispered out, getting closer to my peak. His bright blue eyes looked into my green ones as he took me out of his mouth. "Moan and I will give you your release." He said as he began to jerk me off again, but slowly this time. He licked my tip again and I moaned loudly. "Cum." He whispered as I climaxed onto his hand. I panted while he licked his hand clean. "You taste like peaches, too." He told me before pulling up my jeans and setting me back in my seat. I blushed as he pulled back onto the road and drove to the Pack House.