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Ben jogs through the park, enjoying the shade from the trees. He’s sweaty and hot and nearly finished with his five miles when—
Omega.
The early morning breeze brings the heady scent of sunshine and citrus and honeysuckle, and the prettiest woman he’s ever seen jogs right by him, brown hair swinging from her ponytail like silk and blue running shorts giving him an eyeful of long, tan legs.
Mine.
She smells of summer and picnics and fields ripe with fruit, and he’s never craved a garden of his own as much as now.
Chase.
He doesn’t know why his omega is running from him, only that he’s speeding up, and she looks over her shoulder, pupils huge and black. And then she grins and speeds up, too, and now both of them are sprinting, the image of her smile permanently imprinted on his retina. She’s slightly faster than him, and he’s nearly growling because his omega is running from him, and he doesn’t understand why, but he will catch her and remind her who her alpha is—
She trips on a tree branch and goes sprawling, and he catches her by the shoulders before she hits her head but not before she skins her knee, and he sees literal and metaphorical red because his omega is hurt and—
“Thanks,” she says, a little winded, turning to face him.
He’s blinking back the metaphorical red and realizing that he had just chased a stranger through a park simply because she smelled good, and he’d be lucky if someone hadn’t already called the police. “Are you okay?” he asks, a little winded himself, because if she’s going to have him arrested he may at least make sure she’s not hurt badly.
“Yeah, it’s just a scrape,” she replies breathily, and neither of them have even looked at her knee, both too busy staring at each other and panting hard.
“My place is a block away, and I have first aid supplies,” he rasps, because his alpha has completely taken over his rational thinking and is commanding him to take care of his omega, his omega that he’s just met whose name he doesn’t know. Her eyes are inky pools of desire, and he’s drowning in them as her scent sharpens. His own must be overpowering to anyone around unlucky enough to smell them, and his hindbrain chants mine mine mine.
“Please,” is all she says, and he’s scooping her up, his brain filling in the part she didn’t say.
Please, Alpha.
They end up pressed against his couch, him mouthing at her neck while his fingers thrust inside her. She has her skinned knee, now cleaned and bandaged, wrapped around his waist and her other pressed open wide by his unoccupied hand. She’s panting and moaning around his fingers, naked body writhing on his couch, hands scrambling to get his running shirt off. In his haste to touch her and her haste to be touched, he still has all his clothes on, so he pulls his fingers out of her to rip his shirt over his head before thrusting them back in and latching onto a nipple. Her whine echoes in his apartment, and then she’s coming around his fingers, clenching and gasping and tangling fingers in his hair, drawing a groan from him and keeping him at her nipple.
When her shudders have mostly subsided, she drags him up to make out for a heady minute, and he grinds against her pubic bone as she runs her hands up and down his chest.
“Please,” she pants, tilting her hips so that he can rut against her clit.
“Are you sure?” It’s his last vestiges of sanity, hips still rubbing against her.
“I’m on birth control so just—please,” she whines, tugging at his running shorts.
His alpha is displeased about the birth control, but he tamps down those thoughts. We’ll have plenty of time to talk about it later, he reasons with himself. After mating.
He lets her tug down his running shorts and kicks them off the rest of the way, sliding his cock through her wetness and growling at how much there is. “You’re so little,” he mumbles, running a thumb over her clit and enjoying the jolt it sends through her.
Her eyes have widened at the sight of him, and for the first time she seems a little nervous. “You’re so big,” she whispers, making his alpha ego swell with pride.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” he orders, then he’s working his way into her, achingly slowly. She really is tiny, and alphas are big to begin with, but she’s gasping with pleasure and her slick is drenching him and his couch; finally, he bottoms out, and they both are groaning with how good it feels to fill her up.
Then he’s fucking her into the couch, taking care not to touch her injured knee, and she’s moaning and clenching around him, even harder when he rubs her clit.
“My omega,” he growls as he fucks her through a loud, shaking orgasm.
“Alpha,” she moans, and then he’s coming so hard he nearly collapses on her, his knot inflating and locking them together.
The scent of summer burns brightly in his living room.
His knot lasts nearly an hour, the longest he’s ever experienced. He makes her come twice more, once with his fingers and once licking at her mating gland, his hips thrusting as much as they can. He stuffs her so full of his cum that she seems a little dazed by it, clenching every time it’s pumped into her.
In between, they don’t say much beyond their names and discovering that Rey lives two blocks from him and agreeing to go on a date. Mostly, they kiss and run their hands over each other and scent each other with an aggression usually reserved for a second date, at least.
He waltzes into work half an hour late, and no one dares to say anything when they see that he’s smiling, an expression they’ve never seen on him before.
Rey knows exactly what it does to him the next week when she breezes right past him in nothing but a sports bra and tiny yellow shorts. His brain short-circuits on the summery smell of her, and they’re racing, chasing again, him on her heels growling at the way she giggles. This time she leads him back to her place, and he fucks her against the wall of her hallway, barely having managed to close the door before ripping her shorts off.
“Fuck, Ben,” she pants against him as he thrusts into her with abandon.
“My little omega,” he grunts between nipping at her neck and her shoulder. “Teasing me when she knows where she belongs.” She moans loudly enough that anyone in the hall would be able to hear her. “Think you can get away from me, huh? Think you can run away from your alpha?” She clenches hard at the word alpha, and he almost comes right then. “Fuck, baby, do you like it when I show you you’re mine?” he growls.
“Please—please, Alpha,” she begs, mouthing at his neck. “I’m yours.”
“My sweet omega wants to come, doesn’t she?” he taunts her, running his thumb too delicately over her clit to satisfy her.
“Please,” she moans.
“Please what?” He teases her again with soft touches, and she bares her teeth at him.
“Please, Alpha.”
His picnic girl, his citrus sweetheart, his feisty omega groans and arches into him when he finally gives her enough pressure and comes all over him as his knot locks them together.
He smiles to himself all day at work, unnerving everyone so much that meetings are the most efficient they’ve ever been.
“So he chased you and then you fucked? That’s it?” Rose sounds skeptical and concerned.
Rey shrugs. “It was hot.”
“And it wasn’t, like, creepy? Or rapey?”
“I mean, I was definitely checking him out from the other side of the park before I ran past him,” she admits. “I was hoping he’d notice me, too. And luckily I didn’t really have to do anything, he just kind of smelled me and that was that.”
“You know this sounds ridiculous, right? Stuff like this only happens in movies.” Rose has long since forgotten the bite of pasta halfway to her mouth.
“It’s not like he jumped me in the park. He was actually quite the gentleman,” she says, smiling at the memory. “I fell and scraped my knee, and he carried me to his place so he could treat it.”
Rose raises a brow. “And then you fucked?”
“And then we fucked.” Rey takes a bite of her own pasta, unbothered by Rose’s disbelief.
“And now you’re dating?”
“Yeah, our first date was a picnic in the same park. He had such a hard time keeping his hands off me and was really obsessed with feeding me fruit.” She laughs a little, remembering how he’d first checked in to see if she was comfortable around him despite the fact that he’d literally chased her. After she assured him that, yes, she was and she’d liked it and he could do it again, he’d squeezed her close and mumbled something about his sunshine girl smelling like an orchard. She’d happily let him feed her fruit with his hands, and licking the juice off his fingers had turned him on so much he’d hastily packed up the picnic and had taken her home to ravish her.
“That’s…weirdly cute.” Rose remembers the pasta in her hand and eats it, seemingly mollified.
A month later, Rey runs her second marathon of the year and shaves a whole ten minutes off her personal best. Ben takes time off work to hand her gels and water and wipe her sweat and growl at any alphas passing by. His omega, with her honeysuckle skin glowing after ten miles, won’t be shared with anyone.
“My speedy girl,” he coos into her hair after she’s finished, one hand on her cheek and one hand offering her a banana. “My sweetheart ran so fast, like I knew she would.”
“I had practice,” she teases, taking the banana, and they both think of him chasing her three times a week in the park, longer and longer in recent weeks to push her.
“What does my sunshine want as a reward for doing so well?” he murmurs, watching her devour the banana in three bites and kissing her forehead.
“A huge stack of pancakes,” she replies, “and then I want what I always get when you catch me.” She winks at him, and he’s so, so gone for her.
His omega gasps and squirms as he licks between her legs, sucking at her clit and holding her hips down. His omega squirts all over him when he fucks her with two of his fingers, thicker and longer than her own. His omega tells him yes, I’d love a garden on your balcony when he sinks his cock into her; yes, I’ll move in with you when he thrusts wildly and fills her up; yes, I love you, too when he whispers it in her ear as he slowly grinds into her, all urgency lost at her confession.
He knots her in the hotel room, kissing everywhere he can reach and paying special attention to her neck. The minute his knot softens enough to move, he fucks her until they’re stuck to each other again, murmuring to her how much he loves her as she shudders through another orgasm.
“My sweet summer girl,” he croons as she nuzzles his neck. “My omega who runs so I can catch her.”
The next marathon she runs in their city two months later—again, almost ten minutes faster than her last PR. Her theory is that their scents and the chasing activate their predator-prey response, so he makes sure to scent her so she can use it as motivation when she’s running.
Afterwards, they make love in their bed in view of the blooming garden on the balcony. His omega doesn’t run from him here, thoroughly caught as he rams his cock into her from behind.
“Rey, baby…sweetheart,” he babbles, rubbing at her mating gland. “Omega, love, my picnic girl…are you ready?”
She moans and squirms with each thrust, hands grasping at the sheets. “Ben, please, Alpha—please make me yours.”
He waits till she’s near orgasm to sink his teeth into her gland, and they both tumble over into ecstasy as the summer sun shines through the windows. She bites him after his knot has softened and he’s pulled her onto his lap and she’s grinding down on his cock, hard again for her sweaty, sunshine skin.
“I’m so glad you chased me,” she groans against his gland as he pumps her full of him.
“My omega,” he replies, dazed but intent, “I will always chase you.”