Fighting for Control, Beta Makes the Omega Leader the Brattiest Bottom (Patreon)

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This was one of the most unfortunate situations Allister could have found himself in, and he hated that it was becoming a regular occurrence.  Clifford and Jay were out in the field, leading a few members of each pack through usually uncharted territory—the urban jungle.  Generally speaking, werewolves kept to their lands and away from civilization as humans knew it.  The previously agreed upon isolation slowly waned, and so it was agreed upon to become more familiar with other groups of people.

This left the Beta Advisor of Phobos and the Omega Leader of Deimos to be sitting alone in Central Hub— or more correctly known as Allister’s Study.  Borrowed computer equipment from Clifford’s inventory had been set up to maintain monitoring for the team, keeping track of their whereabouts, as well as keeping live feed on police scanners and local news.  The two larger wolves wore body cameras, and every member had a wiretap on them. Between a werewolf’s natural abilities as a hunter, coupled with Rody and Allister quick wits and strategy, these operations would perform flawlessly.

This collaboration was established to fulfill two primary objectives.  Firstly, using the humans’ world as neutral ground, the two packs would treat this as a bonding exercise.  In antiquity, Phobos and Deimos were sibling packs, separate but united. Centuries of feuding eventually lead to the downfall of Deimos, making Phobos the main pack for a few generations. That changed with Rody rocking the foundation that has been relaid. Only a handful of years had passed since his ascension to power, and tension between the two packs had not eased since. This was meant to help ease that.

Secondly, Cliff required more hands regarding an investigation he’d been following for some time.  Not everyone was privy to that information, aside from the two pack leaders and their betas.  Whoever and whatever they encountered would remain classified information until Cliff gave the all clear.  It was all good in theory, but one facet of this alliance was chafing.  Allister couldn’t stand being around Rody.  His voice was distracting, his scent was noxious, and all Allister could do was pretend he wasn’t bothered by his presence.  Rody, on the other hand, seemed entirely unfazed.  He came into Allister’s study as he had done since the beginning of these exercises, all calm and collected, annoyingly so. They settled into their routine of set up, work, listen, and guide. Instinctually, Jay and Cliff were excellent and in their element. Strategically, the team could not have been in better hands than with Allister and Rody.

A blip came up on the displayed map, and the beta wolf adjusted his headset.  “It seems an officer has been dispatched a block from your first destination,” he said into the microphone.  He watched the screen, seeing Jay and Clifford and their small entourage take pause at his words.  “Proceed with caution.”

“Smoke.” Clifford’s murmur crackled into their ears.

Off to his side, the omega leader grumbled at his own desk.  He touched his headset, speaking clearer.  “There’s a reported fire at the location we intended to investigate later this evening.”  The gray haired man pulled up all available information they had on the supposedly closed down distillery.  He started updating the previous report, as the police dispatcher rattled off details.

“We’re moving in,” Jay said, before the party rushed to the seemingly abandoned building. Hissing and snapping, snarls and outcries of pain were all that could be heard in their ears. There was a low quality view of what was going on displayed on their screens, supplied by the body cameras that the two leads of the raid wore.  Allister remained tense and focused, only to damn near jump out of his skin when a hand rested on his shoulder.

“What the bloody hell is wrong with you?” Rationally, he was glad that none of the ground forces could hear his outburst, due to the push-to-talk function of their headset, but he wished someone had. If only to know that Rody was incredibly unprofessional in such an important time. “Why would you bother me at a time like this?”

“You’re tense.” Rody’s presence was annoyingly pacifying. His scent was irritatingly potent. There were several reasons why Allister stayed away from him, besides these.

Just before Allister could retort, Jay came back onto the operation’s line. “All clear.”

“We’ll have to meet with SuNat to document our findings,” Clifford said, very much stuck in his work mindset. He sounded absolutely enthralled to have to meet with the Supernatural Police Division  (annoyingly called “SuNat” by human cops). “It may take an hour or two, then our travel time home.”

Allister swatted away the omega’s hand, and touched his headset. “Enjoy your paper pushing. Were there any injuries?”

The omega didn’t know when to take a hint. Those calloused hands rested on his shoulders again, attempting to get him to relax. Rody worked out some knots he knew he had, but refused to do anything about over the last few weeks.  Between the fact that his favorite spa was closed until the masseuse recovered, and all the planning he’s been doing with the omega, when would he have had the time?

How could I relax like this? Allister withheld a snarl, while listening to Jay give a brief report of their entourage. With all well and good, he curtly signed off and removed his headset.

With one hand on his headset and the other still resting on the white wolf’s shoulder, the Deimos leader gave his gratitude to the team. He looked away from Allister, and wished everyone a safe trip home.  Just as his hand left the headset, Allister stood from his chair and crowded the omega against the adjacent desk. Those warm eyes were wide, though unafraid.  “One would think you would show a little respect for someone's personal space,” the taller man snapped.  He tore the device off the other’s head and tossed it into the empty office chair. “But you, Rody, probably think so highly of yourself, that you could get away with anything.”

“You’ve been clearly stressed out.  I was just worried about you, Allister.” That’s more like it, the white wolf thought. When those warm eyes carried a spark of anger, a flicker of defiance, that’s what he most enjoyed seeing in the smaller wolf. He could hear the strain to remain polite in his voice, as he asked, “would you prefer me to be callous like you?”

Allister’s nose crinkled in annoyance. “It suits you better than this pathetic charade you use to pacify everyone.” Seeing the omega genuinely hurt was satisfying. Seeing some sort of emotion besides his ever present smile and his obnoxious go-getter attitude was worth poking at the beast. Allister knew there was a monster beneath all the niceties.

He was eager to break it.

“I have a vague idea of how much you loathe me, but we aren’t enemies. Why do you still insist on treating me like this?” Rody raised a hand to try and push him off, only for Allister to catch his wrist. “Let me go.” His voice dropped an octave and any sense of polite pleasantries. What a nice growl he had.

A cruel smile played across the beta’s  lips. “You wanted your hands all over me earlier, but it’s unwelcomed now that I’m the one instigating?” Allister tsked at the omega, holding the wrist tighter. He stepped closer into the smaller man’s space. “Make your intentions clear. Stop hiding behind the guise of being nice.”

Something snapped within Rody. His patience? His resolve? The omega could worry about his castaway dignity later. He didn’t care that he bared his fangs, nor did he care that he was snarling at the taller man. He used more force than he intended, shaking off the hand on his wrist. “I’m not the one who hides behind a mask!”

Allister was well aware of his actions. He knew exactly how poorly this would turn, if the Deimos leader were a different kind of man. The fragile alliance between the two packs would shatter. All their hard work would be squandered. He would be to blame for it, due to archaic laws and the mere fact that this was Rody, an emotionally manipulative, conniving, brilliant tactician...

The white wolf knew himself well enough and how selfish he could be. There were certain things he wouldn’t allow himself to indulge in, lest he be reprimanded for not staying in his station, for not upholding the honor of his pack. Allister prided himself in his restraint, he reveled in control, but this damned omega just insisted on pushing all his buttons at once. If he knew the leader as well as he thought he did, then this was an open invitation. His scent was more than enough evidence for that.

Allister held the man’s chin, turning his head just so to see the scar on his cheek. Rody could have escaped if he truly wanted to, but he allowed himself to stay pinned against the desk. This wasn’t submission, but intrigue keeping him in place. “I’m making my intentions crystal clear, so what say you?”

Rody chewed the inside of his cheek. This long game of cat and mouse gnawed away at him. Allister had always shown some hint of attraction, but he’d never admit to that. The white wolf always covered his tail, anything involving his emotions and desires were enshroud in plausible deniability. This was probably going to be the closest thing he’d get to sincerity from the beta. “I’m not running away.”

A thread snapped between them, as their lips crashed together. Rody clawed at the man’s pressed shirt, while Allister couldn’t care less as he tore open the flannel shirt before him. Buttons popped and he’d worry about stitches later, after he thoroughly wrecked this man.  He pushed aside equipment and scoped the omega up and onto the desk. Rody tried to take command as he pushed back and attempted to lick into the other’s mouth, but Allister would not have it.  After tossing aside their shirts, the beta held him by the throat, a firm grip with just enough pressure to draw out a gasp. Rody weakly snarled, only to have his mouth claimed again.

When the snarl withered into a whine, Allister pushed on. His free hand went to this own belt before loosening the other. Rody gripped his wrist, not truly fighting hard enough to get him off. The beta bit his lower lip before pulling away from their kiss. “Pathetic,” he said, enjoying his vantage point. “I knew you were just a whimpering, little bitch underneath.”

“I’m n-not!” Rody’s words were choked up, so Allister relented for just a moment. He took the time to tug off the other’s clothes, carelessly tossing them to the ground. He noticed the claws of the gray wolf too late, and snarled when he heard the fabric tear from his trousers.

“It’s like you’re seeking punishment.” Allister cooled his temper, as he took the omega by his scruff and dragged him to the ground. “You already ruined my trousers, so get them off.”

Rody was stuck on his knees, but he looked up at the beta with defiance in his eyes. “No.” He crossed his arms and didn’t dare move. If he wanted something, then he’d have to get it himself.

Allister was used to two results, when he ordered someone around. 1.) they submitted and listened because they knew what was good for them. 2.) they fight with everything they had, and they would lose and still submit. Having Rody act like this, like it was a game, was both intriguing and infuriating.

He took those crossed arms and raised them over his head. Allister didn’t care for comfort, as he forced Rody to bend his arms, pinning his wrists to the top of  desk. Allister kicked off his trousers and shredded his own undergarments. Had this not been his own home, he might have been a bit more careful. He took Rody by his hair and brought him close to his swelling cock. “Bite it, and I’ll make sure you’re ruined for any other wolf.”

“Is that a threat or a—“ The omega wasn’t permitted to continue his snark. Allister shoved his whole length into his mouth, pleasantly surprised how well he took it. He didn’t even really mind the subtle hint of teeth, as he started moving his head as he wished.

“I’ve always wondered, omega.” Cruelty laced his words.  “Are you actually just the slut of your clan? Is that how you got so many to follow you? By enticing them with this mouth?” The angry noise around his cock made him smirk. The way Rody struggled with the awkward position of his arms was amusing. “Or was it because you’d spread your legs for anyone?” He watched those struggling hands shift from fingers to claws again, and outright laughed. “Did I strike a nerve?”

He pulled away, letting go of his head and hands. Allister took in the debauchery, reveling in it. Rody looked perfect like this: on his knees, a pout on his lips and drool running down his chin, but still having that wicked fire in his eyes.

“Fuck you, Allister.”

“You wish you could.”

The white wolf knelt down, only to push the other down onto the rug face first. Rody tried sitting back up, but was stopped by a hand on his back and a body between his legs.

“Stay put.”

“Make me.”

Allister held him by his hips and dragged Rody closer. Honestly, between how wet he got my cock, and how wet he is…he doesn’t need my fingers to stretch him.  The beta pushed the head in.

“Oh, fuck!” The gray wolf clawed at the carpet, luckily not ruining that too. “Wait,” he panted, “I-I can’t…”

“Oh, I’m sure you can.” He pushed in, a steady and slow thrust until he took his whole length. “See, I knew a whore like you could do it.”

Rody was conflicted between the praise and the degrading names. He hated how good it all felt.  Allister didn’t even spare him the grace of adjusting to his size. As his hips slapped against his ass, Rody tried crawling away, if only to get him to go slower. This only egged the beta on, which in fairness, was what he wanted in the end. Causing Allister of all wolves to lose his composure was the best feeling, right next to how full he felt.

Allister gripped the smaller man’s shoulder to pull him back to his original spot on the carpet before dragging his claws over the scars on his freckled back. Feeling the omega tense up from the pain was beautiful, and hearing the moan that left his throat was a symphony. “As if you actually want off my cock.” He brought a hand down on his supple ass, causing a startled yelp to fill the office space. “This greedy hole loves being stuffed, despite your whining.”

“I bet…” Rody knew he didn’t have a lot of composure left in him, but he’d try anyway. “I bet you can’t get me to cum.”

Another spank came down, making the omega jolt and whine.  The way that Allister dug his claws into his hips was a new feeling he was starting to enjoy. “Is that so?” He leaned over him, his lips right next to his ear. “I bet I can make you cum untouched.” The way that Rody tensed up, it was definitely out of interest. “What do I get when I win?”

Rody felt his hackles rise up. There’s no way he was so confident. He pushed himself up from resting on his forearms, looking over his shoulder. “I—” The omega was cut off, as Allister set a brutal pace.

“We can discuss the terms after I win.”

Rody focused what little was left of his mind on holding off. He’d make Allister work for it, no matter what. However, as the seconds passed and Allister kept going, that determination was waning.

“Pathetic, little omega,” Allister murmured in his ear. A hand raised to his throat, insisting that Rody be on his knees and his back pressed against his chest. “You’re almost cute like this.”

“I-I’m not—ahh!” He wanted to lurch forward, but he couldn’t with the hand choking him. Rody could feel his knot, and his instincts were fighting with his frayed rational thoughts. “Knot… your knot…”

“Is that what you want?”

Before Rody could even answer, teeth sunk into the tender skin where his shoulder and neck met.  It broke him, all the fight was out of him. He submitted to the chokehold and the pain of the marking and the pleasure of that knot teasing his eager hole. He came hard, drunk on the feeling of being pushed past his limits.

“I’m not sure such a brat deserves to be bred.” Allister was nearly overwhelmed with pride. His own instincts were wrestling for control, now that the omega finally let go. It was him that tamed this leader, he laid claim to breeding him… but he wrangled out one last orgasm from Rody before pulling out.

Allister panted, too damn close to the edge, but he wouldn’t allow himself to knot the other wolf. Like hell he’d stay stuck with him for too long of a time.

The omega surprised him, as he weakly turned around and pushed him to lay back on the rug. Rody acted almost drunk, a bit uncoordinated, as he went down on his cock and sucked him for all he was worth. Despite it all, he still had a flicker of defiance in his eyes. It wouldn’t take long, not with how close he’d cut it.

Allister would forever deny that in this moment, he found himself further drawn in by this omega. This perfectly disobedient, conniving, insatiable wolf.

It would take minutes for Rody and Allister to come down from their tryst. They laid out on the floor, barely touching one another and catching their breath. The omega didn’t make it far, when he swallowed the other’s cum, and ended up nuzzling against Allister’s thigh.

Of course, both couldn’t stay in that pleasant space of euphoria for long. They were both too logical and too rational to stay there. Allister sat up first, followed by Rody. They looked away from one another, neither willing to break the silence right away.

Rody hissed in discomfort, as he examined the bite mark at his neck. He’d love to chastise the beta for laying claim on him, but instead he focused on the positive. “Thanks for not… you know, knotting me.”

Allister scoffed at that. “As if I’d want to be stuck in you for an hour.” The gentleman offered his shredded pants as a means for the other to clean up. He used his own shirt to clean himself. “Besides, I’m sure Clifford would actually kill me, if I did breed you.”

“Why would he—?”

Allister turned to look at the Deimos leader with a deadpan stare. “Is that not his mark on your nape? I’m not daft.”

Rody refused to answer. The damn omega had mostly kept his composure the entire time, and yet now his tail swished around as he gathered his clothing.

Allister looked over his freckles and his scars and ruminated on a thought he would never dare to speak. Luckily for him, Rody spoke up instead. “If—uh, you and I need to discuss matters again, I can arrange a meeting at the cabin.”

The beta smirked at the proposal. Discussing matters, indeed. “We can compare calendars and schedule our next meeting then.”