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The blood rushes through Bradley’s ears. He bares his teeth and snarls as he’s slammed against the side of the octagon. He throws an elbow back. There’s a low noise followed by a growl as Bradley connects with bone and flesh. The adrenaline from the fight is making his head fuzzy with blood lust.
“You want to play like that?” The low rumble sounds behind him, “fine, let’s go.”
The hand on his shoulder tightens and Bradley is thrown to the center of the octagon. Blood, sweat and pheromones cover the slick floor. Bradley rolls and ends in a crouch. He looks up through the loose curls in his face and Jake is staring down at him.
His eyes are dark and hungry. The heady scent of firewood and sandalwood fill the air. Bradley's body shudders at the smell of aroused alpha. The alpha before him bares his teeth demanding submission. Demanding that Bradley bend over and present.
“Fights on,” Bradley grits out.
He launches forward but Jake is ready for him. A strong arm wraps around Bradley’s body and spins him so his back presses against Jake’s chest. Jake’s face buries into the crook of Bradley’s neck. Bradley struggles testing the grip. Jake tightens around him, completely surrounding Bradley and holding him still.
“Do you know what you do to me, Bradshaw?” Jake murmurs against Bradley’s skin. The fight slowly drains from Bradley’s body at Jake’s words. “I don’t know if I want you to fight me or if I want to breed you.”
Bradley bares his teeth. He thrashes in Jake’s arms and Jake chuckles low in his throat.
“Just another fucking knot head,” Bradley growls out, “just worried about popping knots and fucking holes.”
Jake snorts. He shifts his weight so his cock finds Bradley's body and he presses against it. Bradley tries not to whimper at the feeling of Jake’s semi hard cock against his body.
“Just yours,” Jake murmurs in a soft voice. His nose drags up the back of Bradley’s neck scenting him. “Only yours sweetheart. No one gets me like you do. Such a perfect little omega. So pretty, such a nice pair of tits. You were built to fight, just like you were born to be bred.”
Bradley struggles feebly. He can feel the hot slick slowly forming at his entrance. It flutters, involuntarily contracting, needing to be filled by the alpha holding him. Jake smiles. His hand loosens and drops down to hold where Bradley’s womb is on his abdomen. His thumb strokes against Bradley’s skin. The thin black bra Bradley wears to fight doesn't hide how his nipples start to pebble at Jake’s soft touch.
“Bet you’d be feral with a pup in you,” Jake growls out, “I bet you would be covered in sweat and blood still sending people to the mat even when you carried.”
“Damn right,” Bradley growls out. He lets himself relax into Jake’s arms. He tilts his head back and Jake’s mouth finds the side of Bradley’s neck. “I’d still kick your ass.”
Jake smiles. His tongue runs up the side of Bradley’s neck collecting the sweat that’s still on Bradley’s skin from the match. “I know you would sweetheart, bet you’d look gorgeous doing it too.”
Bradley whines out high in his throat. Jake’s fingers are crawling up his body. The soft touch is mapping out the mountain and valleys of Bradley’s body. Jake’s nails scrape against Bradley’s skin leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.
Bradley’s chest feels heavy in the thin material. His cock is hard and painful, still trapped in the cup he’s wearing. The slick is now messy and between his cheeks. The sweet smell of honey fills the air mixing in with the firewood and sandalwood.
Bradley squirms in Jake’s arms. His body is now wound tight differently. Bradley tries to shift his weight enough to move Jake’s cock to between his ass. Jake lets out a low noise in warning and his touches stop.
“Let me,” Jake murmurs out. The back of Jake's fingers brush over the top of Bradley’s chest.
Bradley swallows tightly. His eyes flutter closed as Jake’s touch softens again.
“Yes,” Bradley’s voice is rough. The adrenaline from the fight is gone and Bradley lets himself bask in the growing pleasure inside of him.
Jake presses a kiss against Bradley’s face. His hands drag up higher to cup the small swell of Bradley’s chest in his hand. The heel of his hand draws gentle circles around Bradley’s nipple pulling a needy noise out of Bradley.
“Jake-“ Bradley gasps out. His voice breaks and he sags into Jake. “Fuck Jake, please.”
Jake quietly shushes him. His mouth pressing kisses against Bradley’s skin. His hand cups the soft flesh and Jake gently kneads it in his hand. Bradley shivers. He reaches down and slips his hand into his pants. Bradley grunts as he releases his cock from the cup and pulls out the hard plastic from his compression shorts. Jake groans softly.
“You wet?” Jake asks as he continues to fondle Bradley’s chest. His cock finds the seam of Bradley’s fighting shorts. “Are you wet between your legs?”
Bradley nods. His head spins. Want and lust and a second round of adrenaline moves through his veins making his movements clumsy. His hands find the waistband of his fight shorts and Bradley pushes them down.
“Yes,” Bradley moans out. Jake is now rubbing his nipple between his fingers through the bra, making the sensitive bud ache. Jake twists hard sending a shock of pain through Bradley making his body shudder. “I’m wet.”
Jake makes a low noise. “Me or the fight?”
Bradley is spun quickly. He blearily opens his eyes and is looking into Jake’s face. A flush covers the tan skin. His eyes are wild, the blue green color is blown black with Jake’s lust.
“Me or the fight get you like this?” Jake asks. His hands come out to cup Bradley’s face. His thumb hooks under Jake’s chin and tilts it so Jake can catch his gaze. “You get this hot for me or the fight?”
Bradley looks into Jake’s face. There’s nothing there but pure want. Bradley smiles sharply. His hips find the hard line of Jake’s v under his clothes and Bradley ruts against it.
“Does it matter?”
Jake’s face flinches. His other hand grabs onto Bradley’s hip stopping his motion. “Yeah. One gets you fucked in an octagon, the other means you go home alone.”
Bradley tilts his head to the side. His entire body is wound tight and Jake is looking at him like he wants to eat him. Jake’s nostrils are flared, his body tight with need. Bradley reaches forward and toys with the hem of Jake’s shirt.
“You think I’d let you touch me if it was the fight?” Bradley asks. His fingers slip under Jake’s shirts and drags over the hair that disappears below Jake’s sweats. “Do you think you’d get near me if I didn’t want you to?”
Jake’s breathing is coming out slow and even. There’s a spike of pheromones. Jake’s heady scent fills the air between them and Bradley lets his hand move higher on Jake’s body.
The hard lines of Jake’s body twitch under Bradley’s hand. Bradley presses against the hand holding him until he’s in Jake’s space. He leans in and presses his nose against Jake’s neck scenting him. He drags his nose up Jake’s skin until his lips press against Jake’s ear.
“Unless you can’t mount me,” Bradley baits in a low voice, “unless you can’t fuck me like you think you can.” Bradley cups Jake through his sweats and squeezes. “Unless I need to find another alpha to fuck me and finish what you started.”
Jake turns his face and catches Bradley’s mouth in a kiss. Bradley tries to shift to control the kiss but Jake’s hand comes up and catches Bradley’s jaw holding him still. Bradley smiles. His eyes flutter closed and he drags his hand up Jake’s body.
Jake is warm under Bradley. His body is hard with years of training for the ring. The hand on Bradley’s chin tilts Bradley’s face just enough for Jake to lick his way into Bradley’s mouth. Bradley moans. His nails drag down Jake’s body. Jake groans into Bradley’s mouth, his teeth nipping into Bradley’s lip.
“Fuck me,” Bradley moans out. His chest aches, still confined to the small bra, “mount me right now.”
Jake pulls back just enough to look into Bradley’s face. Bradley’s hands slip under Jake’s sweats until they’re cupping Jake’s ass in both his hands.
“You want my knot?” Jake asks in a low voice. It sends a shiver through Bradley. “You want to be split open and fucked like you’re in heat? You slutty little hole weeping for more?”
Bradley pushes Jake’s sweats down enough that they’re loose on his hips. “Only if you think you can get me that desperate.”
Jake lets out a low noise and presses their lips back together. It’s strong and commanding. Jake claiming Bradley with every move of his lips. Jake reaches down and knocks away Bradley’s hands so he can pick up Bradley. Bradley’s hands tie into the dirty blonde strands of Jake’s hair. His soft noises are muted by Jake’s mouth. Bradley loses himself in rutting against Jake’s hard body that he misses when he ends up on his back.
Jake is kneeling over him. The light color of Jake’s eyes barely visible through the black of Jake’s want. Sweat and alpha phermones fill the air with a heavy scent of sex. Bradley’s head spins. His fingers tie into Jake’s hair as he tries to pull Jake more solidly against him.
But Jake doesn’t go.
His hands reach up and wrap around Bradley’s wrists and pull them off his body. Bradley blinks up at him. He wraps his thighs around Jake’s waist and twists trying to flip them but Jake doesn’t move. Bradley’s hands hit the mat. His arms trapped against the dirty floor.
Slowly, Jake drags Bradley’s arms higher until they’re trapped over Bradley’s head. Bradley is breathing hard. He tries to twist again but Jake’s grip tightens in warning. Bradley snarls. His teeth baring.
He needs Jake’s knot. He’s needed Jake’s knot ever since he saw Jake in the ring with his boxing gloves high, bringing his opponent to the ground. Bradley tries to twist up to feel the heavy weight of Jake on him holding him down.
Jake transfers Bradley’s hands to one and holds him down against the mat. Jake’s hips push against Bradley’s and pushes Bradley solidly against the ground. Jake holds Bradley’s hands above his head and leans down to press a kiss to the center of Bradley’s body. Bradley’s body tensed. A low gasp leaves his lips and he tries to struggle against the hold.
“ Stay. ”
Bradley’s head snaps back as he bares his throat. The low alpha voice sinks deep into Bradley’s consciousness. Slick drips down Bradley’s rim making his compression shorts hot and damp. Bradley whines out as Jake’s tongue drags up Bradley’s body.
His mouth latches onto Bradley’s nipple through the thin material of his bra. Bradley squirms but the hold on his wrists are too tight. Jake’s hand comes up and cups Bradley’s other pec and squeezes. Bradley presses up into Jake’s touches. The wet heat surrounds Bradley’s chest and Jake finds Bradley’s nipple and sucks hard before his teeth latch onto the abused flesh.
Bradley moans loudly. His thighs tighten around Jake’s body and pull down the heavy weight of the alpha onto his body. Bradley rolls his hips against Jake trying to get friction. Jake pulls off long enough to slide his tongue under the wet material and run it over the sensitive skin.
Bradley can’t stop the noises falling from his lips. He’s a mess of sweat and slick that’s steadily leaking out of him. The sweet honey smell of aroused omega is saturating the arena. Jake’s hand shifts his grip crossing Bradley’s wrists above his head.
Jake pulls back and blows out cool air over the wet patch on Bradley’s chest. Bradley moans loudly. His lids are heavy, falling closed by the second. Bradley looks up at Jake through low lids that flutter shut with every blink. Jake’s face is flushed. Red stains the top of his cheeks and ears. His hair is sticking up from where Bradley’s fingers were digging in earlier.
Jake’s fingers slide into the other side of Bradley's bra. His rough finger slowly toying with Bradley’s nipple rubbing small circles until it pebbles. Bradley doesn’t look away. He stares up into Jake’s face as soft sounds fall from his open mouth. Bradley tries to bite his lip to stop the sounds. Jake leans down and kisses Bradley, his tongue sliding against Bradley’s lip until his teeth release his lip.
Jake sucks on the bruised skin. He pulls back, smirking. “Want to hear you. Want you to scream for your alpha.”
Bradley moans loudly. The hot feeling of need washes through Bradley making his entrance wetter and more loose. His cock is hard and leaking, getting just enough friction from Jake’s body to keep him wanting more. Jake’s hand slides completely into Bradley’s bra. His hand cups Bradley’s chest and squeezes as he leans down, nosing the side of Bradley’s bra to the side and slides the small swell of Bradley’s chest completely into his mouth. Jake mouths at the softness. His tongue and lips laving at the skin. His hand squeezes the other side hard and Bradley throws his head back and whimpers loudly.
“Mount me,” Bradley whines out. His hand tries to squirm out of Jake’s iron grip on his wrist. “God please, Seresin. Mount me.”
Jake’s teeth bite down on Bradley’s nipple as his nail finds Bradley’s other nipple and presses hard. Pain and pleasure mix together and Bradley feels the shudder of pleasure wash through him almost making him come. A loud desperate sound falls from Bradley and he squeezes his eyes shut.
“Can your cunt come like this?” Jake growls out against Bradley's chest. “Can I get one from your cunt before I get one from your cock by just playing with your body?”
Bradley shakes his head furiously. His body twists under Jake’s body. “Can’t. I need more.”
“Do you?” Jake’s voice drops a little. Fire burns through Bradley at the lightly condescending tone. “Do you need help, little omega?”
Bradley snarls. His body twists at the words just pressing him harder into Jake’s body.
“Fuck you,” Bradley groans out. His body wound tight and needing
“Yeah?” Jake asks lightly, “think your little omega cock can get me off? Sliding inside of me but begging for a knot the whole time?”
Bradley groans out trying to hump up against Jake's body. He needs a little more. He needs something in him or something on him. He needs just a little more.
“Or maybe your cock needs to come to make your cunt ready?” Jake grunts out. His mouth slides up Bradley’s chest away from his chest and up to his neck. His mouth finds the glands at the junction where Bradley’s neck meets his shoulders. His mouth sucks at the skin over his gland. “Or would your body be ready just from the idea of having my knot?”
Bradley whimpers. His head is a mess. Smokey firewood and honey mix together making Bradley’s head spin. Slick is soaking through his shorts making his body sliding against the floor.
“Seresin,” Bradley growls out, “if you don’t-“
“If I don't, what?” Jake asks, pushing his body harder into Bradley’s trapping him against the floor. Bradley whines out. Bradley forces his eyes open when Jake cups Bradley’s face. “Hmmm? Don’t do what, Bradshaw? Fuck that cunt until it’s leaking for more?”
Bradley pushes up and slots their mouths together. Bradley twists his face out of Jake’s grip and bites Jake’s lip. Jake grunts, his hips pressing down. They moan against each other. Jake’s hand grips Bradley’s chin holding him into place. Jake kisses him hard. Bradley moans and sinks back into the mat letting Jake kiss him.
“Turn over,” Jake growls out against Bradley’s lips, “ass up.”
Bradley bites Jake’s lip. Bradley tightens his legs again and Jake growls out a low warning.
“ Turn over and put your ass up, ” Jake growls out low in his alpha voice.
Bradley lets out a harsh breath with a small whimper. “Let me up.”
Jake presses one last kiss to Bradley’s lips before pulling off Bradley. He lets go of Bradley’s wrists to find Bradley’s compression shorts. Jake’s fingers hook underneath and pull Bradley’s clothes down his hips. Bradley bridges up the best he can to help Jake. Jake sits enough to pull the shorts off Bradley’s slim legs.
Jake stares down at Bradley. Jake holds Bradley’s shorts up and presses his face into the damp shorts. Jake lets out a low growl, his eyes fluttering closed at the smell of Bradley’s slick.
“Ass up,” Jake demands. He tosses Bradley’s shorts to the side. “Come on, Bradshaw. Don’t make me ask again.”
Bradley stares up at Jake. Jake’s chest is moving with every deep he takes trying to keep his composure. Bradley groans out and grasps his cock in his hand. His cock thick and hard between his legs curling up. Omegas are smaller than alphas. They’re cocks usually no bigger than a few inches fully hard. Bradley knows he’s big for an omega, nowhere near an alpha but he’s inches longer than most omegas.
Bradley strokes himself letting his legs splay open and wider as the fire burns hotter under Bradley’s skin. Slick is sliding out from his cheeks, a single line slowly moves down Bradley’s thighs. Jake’s eyes never leave Bradley’s hand pleasuring himself. Jake reaches down and pulls his own shirt over his head and throws it into the octagon.
Coarse dirty blonde hair covers Jake’s entire body. The hair covers Jake’s chest before thinning into a single thick line narrowing around his navel. Bradley moans out as he looks down at Jake's toned body. Jake’s sweats sit low on his hips. The deep V disappears under the worn material along with the single strip of hair. Bradley’s mouth waters and he wants it under his mouth.
Jake hands grab Bradley’s wrist and pulls his hand off himself. Bradley whines out.
“Dick,” Bradley gasps out and Jake smirks.
He makes a soft affirmative noise as he drags his hands up Bradley’s body. Bradley shivers under Jake’s hands. Bradley arches up, his hands grabbing onto Jake’s solid shoulders and pulls him down against him. His hands move over Jake’s body. The muscles ripple under Bradley’s hands as Jake moves up Bradley’s body.
Bradley’s bra is still skewed on his chest. The softness of Bradley’s chest spills over the sides because the edges are tucked under the small swells. Bradley’s nipples are still sore and hard. Rough hair from Jake’s body drags up Bradley's making more slick leak out of Bradley and dripping down his thighs.
Jake pulls the material up from under Bradley and pulls it over Bradley’s head leaving Bradley completely exposed. Bradleys body is ready. His cock curling up and dripping precome onto his lower abs. Slick drips down him and his nipples hard. His chest still aches with the need for Jake’s hands to grab and hold them tight.
Jake’s chest drags over Bradley’s nipples. The hair is rough against Bradley sensitive skin which makes the slick leak from Bradley’s body more. Bradley whines high, his hands digging into Jake’s back. Jake’s mouth presses bruising kisses up Bradley’s neck along his jaw as he chest rubs against Bradley’s.
Jake’s teeth lightly nip at Bradley’s ear before sucking on the spot to soothe the sting. “ Hands and knees, little omega. Need you on your knees.”
Bradley is in a haze. His body now aches, his legs shake with want as he flips under the heavy weight of Jake. Strong hands grab Bradley’s hip in a firm grip. Bradley’s back arches. His arms tremble to hold up the weight of his body. Jake shifts behind him.
“Are you on suppressants?” Jake grunts out. A finger slides between Bradley’s cheeks and curls, collecting the slick that’s leaking out. Jake moans loudly from behind Bradley, his mouth making a wet sound as he pulls his finger from his lips.
Bradley whimpers. “Yeah I’m on suppressants. Got Plan B in my bag.”
There’s a pause. Bradley moans at the first slap against his ass. Jake’s hand gripping Bradley cheek firmly before gently rubbing it to soothe the sting. Jake’s knees nudge Bradley’s legs wider.
“You carry that around just in case any alpha fucks you?” Jake asks roughly. Bradley shakes his head.
“I carry it in my bag because it’s safer,” Bradley moans out. He lets his body shift, his back arching just enough. “I also couldn’t find condoms for alphas.”
Jake grunts. His hands pull apart Bradley’s ass. Bradley lets out a desperate noise at the feeling of Jake’s tongue running up his ass collecting the slick. Jake moans out at the taste.
“Taste so good,” Jake moans. His fingers slide back into Bradley’s wet hole that’s loose. He easily slides in two fingers and is able to scissor them. “Knew you would.”
Bradley whimpers. Jake’s fingers curl up and brush Bradley’s prostate. Bradley thrusts back against the fingers inside him trying to get more. Jake chuckles darkly. His fingers curl up again pressing directly against Bradley’s prostate. Jake’s fingers press hard before gently rubbing circles with enough pressure to make Bradley’s arm shake.
“I’m going to come,” Bradley grunts out. His cock is leaking heavily. A small puddle is forming on the mat under Bradley from the steady amount of precome coming from him. “Shit, Jake- I’m going to come.”
Bradley’s voice fades into a moan. Jake's fingers are relentless. Pressing and sliding against Bradleys prostate but never pulling off. The constant pressure is building up inside of Bradley. Slick is leaking out around Jake’s fingers as Jake rubs more insistently against Bradley’s prostate.
“Your cunt always this wet?” Jake asks in a rough voice. His breath wafts over Bradley’s skin of his thighs. “Does your cunt beg for an alpha this well all the time?”
Bradley moans out. The desperate noise echoes through the empty stadium. Jake’s breath ghosts over Bradley’s balls. Gently, Jake sucks both of Bradley’s small testicles into his mouth at the same time. Bradley rocks back hard. He thrusts back against Jake needing more .
“God, fucking hell Seresin,” Bradley whines out, “just give me your knot.”
Jake’s teeth graze over Bradley's balls as his fingers press relentlessly into Bradleys prostate. Bradley whines out. His body is on fire and his cock throbs and twitches. Jake rubs Bradley’s prostate as he pulls off and licks a long strip up the inside of Bradley’s thighs collecting the slick.
Bradley comes with a surprised broken noise. His cock twitches, come slowly oozes out. His whole body shakes through it. Waves and waves of heat move through Bradley as his body twitches around Jake’s fingers. Bradley blinks eyes open and his face burns at the sight of a small puddle of come forming under his body.
Bradley tries to thrust back to fuck hinself through it but Jake keeps the constant pressure on his prostate not giving Bradley relief. Bradley collapses. His face is pressed into the mat and his ass is high in the air.
Bradley gasps out, his face burning. His cock looks smaller now, his erection flagging a little after his orgasm. Bradley whimpers. Jake’s hand reaches around and easily surrounds Bradley’s cock. It disappears in Jake’s hand, Jake holding it gently.
“My, my,” Jake whispers out into Bradley’s ear. “You like watching me hold your small cock.”
Bradley whines out. It shouldn’t turn him on like it does knowing that he’s an omega. Many of the fighters at the gym will take shots at him. Mock him for his small dick and smaller chest.
What good is an omega that can’t fuck or you can’t bread?
But how Jake says it is different. The condescending tone drags over Bradley making him want more. The thought of Jake seeing him soft and then slowly fucking facing a mirror only to see that Bradley doesn’t get bigger makes Bradley whine. Bradley squirms against Jake trying to run from the thought of Jake seeing Bradley in his lace or his thong. The softness of Bradley’s hard body finally on display for Jake’s eyes.
“What’s on your mind, little omega?” Jake growls out lowly. His hand squeezes Bradley’s cock to emphasize the point. “What’s got you leaking even more around my fingers?”
Bradley shakes his head. “Knot me.”
Jake smiles and brushes his lips against the shell of Bradley’s ear. “Liar.” But he doesn’t press the point. He presses a small kiss to the skin behind Bradley’s ear before pulling back.
Jake slides out his fingers. Bradley whimpers at the feeling of emptiness. His body is swimming with his release making his whole body lazy. Jake spreads Bradley’s cheeks and slowly presses the head of his cock into Bradley’s body.
The thick head presses through the first ring of muscle. Bradley tightness and arches his back. Jake grunts softly. His hands grab Bradley's hips in a tight grip holding Bradley still.
“ Fuck, ” Jake’s alpha voice makes something inside of Bradley purr with happiness. Bradley moves his head the best he can, exposing his neck. “ So fucking tight.”
Bradley’s face burns. The praise makes him even more pliant and loose, letting himself just be used by the alpha behind him. Jake sinks in slowly. His cock splits Bradley open with every inch Jake gives him. Even with all the prep, Bradley’s body still burns with the large intrusion.
Bradley’s hands scratch along the ground trying to find something that grounds him. His mouth hangs open, unable to stop the soft whines that fall from his lips. Jake slowly bottoms out. The sharp contours of his hips press against Bradley’s body. Bradley whimpers.
Jake’s grip tightens on Bradley’s hip before one of his hands lets go. Jake’s hand slowly moves up Bradley’s spine, fingers crawling up each knob of Bradley’s back and along the curve. It’s slow. Jake feeling the muscles of Bradley’s body, his cock slowly rocking barely leaving Bradley’s body.
Bradley squeezes his eyes shut. There’s too many feelings. His body is still heavy from his orgasm. His cock now aches, fully hard again. Bradley tries to rock back but Jake’s hands tighten on Bradley’s body, stilling him.
“Let me,” Jake grunts out. His hand moves up the back of Bradley's neck, gently moving through Bradley's hair. “Let me, Bradshaw.”
Bradley’s eyes open at the sound of his name. His face is pressing on its side against the mat. He can see Jake from the corner of his eye looking down at him hungry.
“Are you going to breed me or just sit there?” Bradley gasps out.
The softness leaves Jake’s eyes. A smirk tugs at his lips and his hand falls away. Bradley watches as Jake’s body contracts, his abs flexing as he pulls out. Jake catches his eye and pushes in hard.
Bradley gasps out. Jake slowly sets a rhythm of slowly pulling out and pressing back in hard. Bradley grasps desperately at the floor. The quiet noises leave his mouth as Jake keeps his pace steady. Bradley lets his eyes close letting the tension leave his body.
Bradley moans out at the small sting where Jake slaps his ass again.
“More,” Bradley breathes out. His voice broken with need. “More, Jake. God, please.”
Jake’s hand comes down again with enough force to make it sting but nothing hard. Bradley moans out loud and wanton. Need and want pulse through Bradley. The warm tension starts to build inside his body. Bradley moans out and tries to arch back into Jake and meet his lazy pace.
“Let me,” Jake says again. His hand wraps around Bradley’s chest cupping one of Bradley’s small swells. “Let me prove to you that I’m your alpha.”
Bradley moans out and nods. Jake’s hand on Bradley’s hip tightens enough to bruise. His hips shift enough to brush Bradley’s prostate with every thrust. His hand squeezes Bradley’s chest and kneads it under his fingers. Bradley whines out not sure where to press.
“Faster,” Bradley moans out, “faster, Jake. Give me your knot, breed me.”
Jake grunts. He pulls Bradley up a little. The pressure on Bradley’s chest holds his weight. Jake’s body speeds up, rutting into Bradley’s plaint body using him. His hand squeezes Bradley’s chest one last time before the heel of his hand rubs circles around Bradley’s nipple.
“Fuck-“ Bradley groans out. He throws back his head exposing his glands. They ache in his neck. The need to be bitten surges through Badley. His body hurts again. It’s hot and tight and a need so deep inside him, Bradley thinks he’ll explode if Jake doesn’t knot him. “Bite me. Fuck- Jake- I need you to bite me.”
Jake’s rhythm stutters. His hips slam into Bradley hard, jolting him on the mat. Bradley moans out loudly. His hands slip on the mat under the sweat.
“Bite me,” Bradley gasps out again, “I need it. Need your knot. Come one, Jake. Alpha, please. Breed me.”
Jake growls out low in his throat. There’s no control to Jake’s movements. His body moves hard and fast into Bradley. Bradley can feel the start of a knot forming at the base of Jake’s cock with very thrust. Bradley whines out.
“I’m going to fuck a baby into you,” Jake growls out, “one day, Bradley. I’m going to fuck your cunt so well you’re going to get knocked up. I’ll keep you swollen with my come. Keep you full of my come and pups that no one will ever tell you that you can’t carry.”
Bradley whines out loudly. His cock swings uselessly between his legs with every hard thrust. It throbs and twitches when Jake’s hand squeezes the swell of Bradley’s chest again.
“Gonna knot you,” Jake grounds out. His voice is low and hard. The Texas drawl covers his words. “Gonna knot you and then take you home and going to show you my bed. Show you that I can provide for you, for us.”
Bradley nods. He’s so close. His body is so tight with need that he can feel himself almost coming with every hard motion of Jake’s body.
“Gonna put a baby in you,” Jake growls out, “going to be so fat with my pup. So pretty, my little omega. You’re my perfect omega. So strong. Don’t need me. Don’t need me for anything except to put a pup in you.”
Bradley sobs out as his body shakes as he comes. Tears prick his eyes. Jake fucks him through it. The wet sound of skin on skin fills the air. Jake’s hand squeezes Bradley’s chest hard as Bradley paints the ground under him again with come.
Jake gives one last thrust and growls out as his knot pops and he buries it deep inside Bradley. Bradley screams. Jake’s teeth bury into his shoulder far away from his glands. It feels like a mockery. Everything in Bradley’s body screams for the bite to pierce the glands and not the muscle on his shoulder.
Jake tips them to the side so they’re laying spent spooning. Jake’s still buried deep inside Bradley. His hand possessively cupping Bradley’s chest. Jake shifts and tugs his knot at Bradley’s rim before fucking small shallow thrusts into Bradley. Bradley reaches up and holds Jake’s hand that’s on his chest.
It feels too intimate for what they are. Barely friends that train at the same gym. All the looks, the gazes, the times Jake snarled and almost ripped apart every alpha that ever made a snide comment about Bradley.
Their breathing comes out hard. Jake presses a kiss to the bite on Bradley’s shoulder, his hand lets go of Bradley’s chest and drags down Bradley’s body. His fingers are soft and light. Touching and caressing- owning but Bradley quiets that part of his brain.
He holds Jake’s hand as Jake explores. The lust induced haze of adrenaline fades getting replaced by the soft feeling of satisfaction. Jake keeps moving his hand all over Bradley until he goes lower, his nails dragging through the sparse hair on Bradley’s navel that goes lower.
“Jake-“
“Let me,” Jake says softly. Bradley’s hand relaxes but doesn’t move off Jake’s hand.
Jake drags lower and cups Bradley’s cock in his hand. The small head shines with Bradley’s release and barely peeks out of Jake’s hand.
“Can you come again?” Jake asks in a low voice. His hand slowly moves over Bradley’s cock. “Can I make you come again?”
“Not comfortably,” Bradley breathes out, “I’m not in heat.”
Jake’s hand falls away and Bradley misses the intimate heat of being held. Jake’s hand comes back up and cups Bradley’s chest again.
“My knot is going down,” Jake says in a low voice. His body shifts and Bradley squeezes around Jake trying to keep him in place. Jake lets out a low nose. His hand squeezes Bradley’s chest. “ Bradley .”
The low sound of Bradley’s name in Jake’s alpha voice makes Bradley's body spasm. A small whine leaves his mouth.
“I need to get you your pill,” Jake says in a low voice, “clean you up.”
Bradley swallows thickly. He nods once and lets his body relax around Jake. Jake gently pulls himself out of Bradley pressing a kiss to the glands on the side of Bradley’s neck. Bradley feels empty. His body flutters before squeezing tightly trying to keep what’s left of the come inside his body.
Jake moves behind him. “Sorry.”
Bradley opens his mouth but before he can talk a low whimper leaves his lips as the feeling of Jake’s fingers sliding back into his body. Bradley curls up at the warm feeling of being full again. Soft pants leave his lips as he shudders. Jake slowly curls his finger and pulls them out. Bradley arches his back to give Jake better access.
Jake methodically scoops out his come from Bradley’s body. Bradley bites his lip to keep the soft desperate noises from leaving his lips. Jake leans over and presses a kiss to the underside of Bradley’s jaw.
“Almost done,” Jake says softly, “just a little more.”
Bradley nods. He relaxes himself as Jake pulls out his fingers and then wipes Bradley’s body down with a piece of fabric. Bradley flutters his eyes open and watches Jake hold his own shirt in his hands. Bradley grunts as he turns.
“Here,” Jake says quietly. He holds out Bradley’s fight shorts and bra over. His eyes are back to the soft blue green color. There’s still a flush high on his cheeks. “I’ll get your bag for the sweats but in case you-“ he waves his hand over Bradley’s body.
Brsdley sits up and takes the clothes from Jake. He stands up, his legs shake as he slides his shorts on. His body now spent from the fight and fucking. His entrance tightens but there isn’t any come left in him to fall out. Bradley’s body is sticky with sweat and slick making the clothes a little uncomfortable.
Jake steps back into the octagon. He’s holding Bradley’s bag and water bottle. Jake’s sweats and low on his hips. Bradley’s swallows thickly and tries to tamp down the need that surges back through him at the sight of Jake shirtless and sweaty. Jake’s hair sticks up at off angles.
He holds out Bradley's bag and Bradley takes it. He drops it on the ground and opens it to pull out the extra shirt and bra in his bag. Bradley doesn’t look at Jake as he slips the bra over his shoulders. He hooks it in the back and slides the worn shirt over his head. He doesn’t look up as he digs through his bag to find the small toiletries bag at the bottom.
Bradley zips it open and pulls out his Plan B and pops the pill into his hand. He zips the toiletries back up and throws it carelessly back into his bag. His water bottle is gently nudged into his line of sight and Bradley looks up. Jake is watching him. Something is in his eyes. There’s an uneasiness between them.
Bradley gives Jake a quick nod before taking the bottle. The pill is washed down quickly. Bradley looks at Jake and swallows.
“About what I-“
“Don’t worry about it,” Jake says quickly, “knot brain. Didn’t mean anything.”
Bradley nods slowly. Jake is watching him. His hands rub down his sweats and Bradley bites his lip.
“You know it’s all posturing, right?” Bradley asks suddenly and Jake’s brow furrows. “The shit I say about being able to beat you. I know that if I boxed or you fought, I wouldn’t be able to take you.”
Jake blinks at him slowly. His eyes widen and Bradley feels his heart flutter in his chest. Jake is an inch shorter. His body is a little more narrow then Bradley’s. But there’s a strength in Jake that Bradley knows would win out if they went head to head.
“Yeah?” Jake asks easily. His hands slide into his pockets and Bradley knows Jake knows.
It’s their thing. They fight, they posture, they cuss each other out. Bradley gets into Jake’s face and Jake just smiles. Jake makes his bitchy little condescending comments about Bradley until Bradley bares his teeth and snarls.
It’s their thing. The tension that simmers under everything finally spilled over tonight when Bradley sent the alpha to the ground. He looked up and found Jake standing in the back watching him and Bradley almost fell to his knees and presented.
“I can’t do everything,” Bradley pushes on. Something inside him makes him keep talking. The need for Jake to know that Bradley does want Jake around him. That can be more than just sparring partners and semi rivals on a good day. “I-“
“Hey,” Jake says quietly, “knot brain in the moment. I get it.”
Bradley closes his mouth. Jake sends him a small smile. The scruff on his face makes Bradley briefly wonder if this is what he looks like in the morning. Hair soft and in a mess, scruff on his face chilling in his sweats.
“Knot brain,” Bradley agrees.
“You fought well,” Jake says breaking the silence, “never doubted that you would win for a second.”
Bradley can’t stop the blush that crosses his face and he ducks his head. “Alphas are the worst to fight. They never wear their suppressants like they should.”
Jake’s face wrinkles in disgust. “Heathens.”
Without the pheromone leaking off him, Bradley can’t smell Jake. He smells like a beta, clean cotton and fresh rain. Bradley can’t help how his stomach flips in his gut.
“You wear them,” Bradley says quietly and Jake shrugs.
“I like beating people knowing I beat them, not because of my scent,” Jake says quietly, “not really a victory if your opponent doesn’t want to fight back.”
Bradley’s mouth turns up into a smile. He opens his mouth and then closes it. There’s nothing he can say at the moment. No bite means no mate and Jake is too good of an alpha to mate on the first knot.
“I’ll see you tomorrow?” Bradley asks.
“Nah, I got a fight in Dallas tomorrow,” Jake says quickly, “only stuck around long enough to watch your match. Gotta hit the road and then won’t be back until Monday.”
Bradley nods slowly. “So I’ll see you on Monday.”
Jake nods. “Monday.”
It’s awkward. Bradey lets out a harsh breath as he reaches down to pick up his bag. He slides it over his shoulder and holds his compression shorts and fighting bra in his hand. Jake opens up the cage door and Bradley walks out with Jake following closely behind.
It’s quiet. Bradley walks just ahead of Jake so that if anyone is waiting for Bradley they won’t give him trouble. The night is cool when Bradley holds the door for them. Bradley wraps his arms around himself. The gravel crunches under his feet and he walks to his bronco.
Jake follows just far enough behind to still be a presence. Bradley opens his door and throws his bag in. He turns.
“Good luck in Dallas,” Bradley says and Jake smiles, “not that you’ll need it.”
Jake’s smiles widen. The wrinkles by his eyes deepen and he walks slowly over to Bradley’s bronco.
“You ever seen me fight, little omega?” Jake asks in a teasing voice. But how it drops over the name makes a blush rise to Bradley’s cheeks. “Have you watched me in the ring?”
Bradley nods. “Yeah. You’re good.”
Jake leans in enough to help Bradley into his car. Bradley cranks the window down and Jake shuts the door leaning on the open window. His face is close to Bradley’s, so close that Bradley wants to close the distance.
“I am good,” Jake says in a low voice, “I’m very good. In fact, I’m too good to be true.”
Bradley shakes his head but he can’t stop how he’s leaning in. He can’t stop the small noise that leaves his lips as he tries to slot their mouths together.
“For luck?” Jake asks. His arms are still crossed over the open window. His nose brushes against Bradley’s making Bradley wish they were in one of their homes.
“Because I want to,” Bradley replies as he closes the gap.
Jake kisses him softly. The passion gone between them, what’s left is the smoking embers of them . Their mouths move against each other in a slow chaste way of just enjoying each other.
It ends too soon. Jake pulls back. His eyes never leave Bradley’s face. He taps the roof of the bronco as he takes a step back.
“Monday,” Bradley says breathlessly and Jake smiles.
“Monday.”