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Warnings: If you are younger than 18+ you cannot read this. This is probably the dirtiest, nastiest, raunchiest shit I’ve written. Enjoy my version of Alpha!Billy and when you’re 18, you’ll appreciate him more.

A/N: This is my first time writing an Alpha/Omega anything ever. I spent a lot of hours in between meetings researching what this would look like. I just feel like Alpha!Billy is like life. How has this not been done yet? So for the Naughty list you get this – pure, strong smut

It’s his touch

That’s what you always missed first when your heat hits you. It’s the way his long fingers would trail over your skin and curves reverently, his mouth softly pressing kisses to your pulse, inhaling your scent as his hands blindly rediscovered your body, his body dominating you in ways that has you like jelly in his embrace.

You’ve been an Omega for centuries. Had dealt with your strand of rough, aggressive Alphas. Had learned to love loyal ones until death ultimately greeted them. Had been a slave for so many before you had learned how to fight for yourself. Learned how to curl away from the world when your heat would take over your sensibilities, taming the cursed gift for centuries.

But then you had met Billy. Billy had not only undid all of your hard work, but had taught you to appreciate your power. Your weakness. You. He had taught you how to love you thanks to his love for you.

You thought of this as you sat at your desk, your hands gliding over letters as you typed through an email, you felt that familiar drop in your stomach, the way your skin seemed to be electric, clawing for the touch of someone and you knew that it was coming.

Your heat. That time when your body betrayed you, making you painfully desperate for an Alpha – your Alpha. You give a groan, looking over at your calendar and biting down on your lip. The fifth. It was coming earlier. Probably a result of Billy claiming you as his, a blissful eight months, and your body was hungry for his knot.

You had plenty of Alpha’s try to claim you for their own but none had claimed their dominance over you like Billy. You had been made for him. Even he had admitted that. Said that, despite his normal urges, despite wanting to claim his territory amongst the other rare Omegas in the world, none smelled as sweet as you. None filled him the way you did, had him thinking about them when you weren’t around, the urge to protect you and have you on his side stronger than ever. He needed you as much as you did him. Your strong, sweet Alpha.

He had come home the night before, from a job overseas. You had barely time to give him a proper welcome, a tight deadline at work preoccupying your mind as you slinked out of his loft this morning, your heat the last thing on your mind. You would be able to appreciate him the way he deserved later tonight – throughout the weekend.

Your body had other things in mind.

The thought had you squeezing your thighs together as you gathered your things. You got up slowly on shaky legs and tried to ignore the pain that shot through your body.

You had to get to him.

You shoot him a quick text as your legs hurriedly carried you toward the exit.

I need you

He would understand the weight of those words. Your boss looks at you as he move pass him, about to scold you for your departure, but your heat was already starting to creep up on your skin and he takes a step back, using papers as a shield.

“Go home. Please. Don’t bring your sickness here.”

This was no fever he could protect himself from, the Beta unaware of your internal struggle. You nod, pushing the elevator button eagerly, shifting your weight on your heels. You’d take a town car. You’d charge it to the card Billy gave you, the special black one that he got personalized just for you. You normally saved it for dire emergencies, but you didn’t know how much a car would cost you from moving across the island and you couldn’t stand being in the hollows of a subway as your heat consumed you minute by minute, the possibility of other Alpha’s consumed by you in a small space.

You impatiently look for a driver, desperately hoping to receive a text back from Billy. Something.

Come to me.

I’m already sending a car out to you.

I know, I’ve felt it too my sweet Omega. I’ll be waiting for you.

Just come to me.

You can hear the way he growls the last part, that dominating part of him that has you weak in the knees causing your panties to pool with slick and you look down desperately at your message.

Nothing. Radio silence.

Your car pulls up to the curb of your job just as you enter the cool, New York day and you slink into the back, your body resting against the cool fabric of the vehicle and you rest your head against the window.

‘I’m coming Alpha,’ you whisper to yourself. ‘I’m coming.’

It had been a busy day for Billy.

He had only gotten four hours of sleep, slinking into his loft in the early twilight of the morning. Woke up around seven to find that you had gone and had been replaced by a ringing phone, an urgent matter arising in DC that caused him to catch an early flight to Virginia to take care of this special job. He had been annoyed, hoping to fill you before you left, and that had been the first tick of his bad mood.

It was barely one o clock when he had landed back in JFK to be granted with the news of having to debrief a group of new hires. You hadn’t responded to his earlier texts and the anger was boiling in him. His mood growing.

He usually could get lost in work, get distracted with the tasks he had to get through that he could erase you temporarily from his mind. But he couldn’t today, he was worried about you, needed you, and the fact that you were ignoring him triggered his inner rage.

You had consumed him the moment he had gotten home this morning. Your scent had filled him the moment he entered your apartment, thick and sweet as he stripped out of his clothes. When his arms wrapped around your body, drawing you closer to him as you snuggled into his chest, he had been alight. It was obvious that you were exhausted – your job had demanded a lot of last minute deadlines this past week – so he hadn’t pressed for more. But he could sense it, your body naturally curling into him, your skin warm as the faint smell of vanilla, cranberry and cinnamon lulled him to sleep.

Your heat would be coming soon. This intoxicating mix always warned him of it. He’d have to get everything out of the way to make sure to take care of you and he had placed his hand protectively around your stomach in promise.

But you hadn’t responded to him and he was angry.

He was in a meeting when he heard his phone buzz, and he looked down to see the words light up on the screen. He smiled. Now you needed him. He wanted to respond back, wanted to ensure you that he’d take care of you, but he also wanted you to suffer. To understand the worry you placed on him.

So he didn’t say anything in return.

When he saw you slide out of the black town car forty minutes later, the weight of your belongings dragging you down as you slowly slinked into the building, he had cursed himself. Regretting his action instantly.

You were sweating profusely, the perspiration glistening from even where he stood in his office, clinging to your light button down blouse, dripping down your thicker pencil skirt. You walked shakily in your heels though you still commanded confidence in each stride. Those lips that he could spend hours massaging with his own were plump and full, your hair falling loosely from the messy bun you had tried to contain the strands in.

When you walked into Anvil, the building immediately was consumed by you.

You were a special Omega. One of the few left from the older times, 100% pure and fresh and beyond being rarer in your form, you were rare in your taste. All of the younger recruits, the ones who were just recently going through the orientation process, could sense it. Alpha male and woman alike turned to you in uncontrolled lust, their noses clinging to your powerful scent, the way your body was falling apart, desperately trying to reach out to him. It was a beautiful form, cities had been crumbled from Omegas like you. They all wanted a taste.

“Let’s do an early release today.”

His voice is low and cool as he looks at his second in command, placing his coffee cup down.

“Work remotely, tell the recruits there done early for the day. But go. All of you – leave.”

His last voice is feral as he catches another whiff of you, his body instinctively moving toward his door.

The man nods knowingly. He was an Omega but he knew the power that you’re scent held. The danger if Billy didn’t mark his territory in time.

Billy opens the door and watches as your hands grip around the desk at reception, your breath shallowed with your eyes shut. You were in pain now, he could sense it and the guilt attacks his subconscious once again. His eyes flash toward the recruits, his team who are trying to inch closer to you and with a low, commanding voice he says,

“You have two options. Leave unharmed with the promise of a paycheck and the skin on your back. Or I’ll happily help you escort out of my building without the guarantee you will leave her in one shape.”

It’s the power behind the words, the strength behind his cool and steady eyes as he rakes over the faces of his men that has them scrambling for their bags, their eyes flicking from you to him, understanding that you were spoken for. And not just from any Alpha. An Ancient.

An Alpha that reminded them of their place.

You, however, clung to his words the minute they left his mouth. Your body almost collapsing into itself, he’s over to you in five quick strides, his hands strong under your body as he catches you. Then he feels himself go weak.

Omegas had become ornaments during his time on earth. He never cared much to have someone at his side, to have someone to be responsible to nurture and care for. But when he met you that had changed. His knot had wound tight when he had caught your scent, caught the way your body responded to his own. You were fierce, strong, a fighter. Had taken down two Alpha’s on your own, protecting yourself. Omegas didn’t last long. The fact that you had been on this earth as long has him impressed him. You were an Omega worthy of his love. He admired you. Lusted for you. Needed you. Clung to you. Was desperate for you.

You were his by nature, but he was yours by soul.

“My sweet Omega,” he whispers in your hair and you groan, your face tucking itself into his neck as your arms wrap needy around him. “I’m so sorry. I thought we had a few more hours.”

He’s carrying you toward the back of the building, toward the stairs to his loft that he had re-designed so that accessibility for work and home was efficient. Was grateful for the sacrifice of not having a healthy work balance, knowing that each step he took with you in his arms would have been even heavier if he knew that relief wasn’t near.

“I need you…” Your voice is cracked, weak as your head snuggles deeper into his neck, near his sweat gland and you nip at the special bud, at your marking and you both whimper in need. His pace falters as he groans, unlocking the door to his loft, all but barreling in as you start to kick your shoes off.

The first 24 hours were the worse. Nothing could contain the pain, the way your body ached and screamed for dominance. And since Billy had commanded your life, it ached more. Your body couldn’t handle the tangle of thick sandalwood, sage and basil as it consumed your senses. Couldn’t stand the heat as your hands gripped greedily at his shirt, trying to shed the barrier of cloth that was keeping him from you.

“Sweet Omega.” He whispers as he finds his way to his bed, the large king size mattress that dominated the back of the space and gently places you down, watching you under hooded eyes. Your eyes are lust blown, the irises dilated as your hands weakly start to unbutton your top, trying to find some relief from the discomfort and he takes a moment to reveal in your desire – in the almost inhuman need you have for him. He can see your slick starting to mingle with your sweat down your legs and his cock twitches as his hands find your thighs, pulling you down as you give a gleeful squeal.

He tries to be soft with you. He had to talk to a couple of other committed Alpha’s about it – Frank in particular who had found his mate for almost two hundred years now – about how he could make his special Omega happy. To not be rough and aggressive. Frank had been simple.

“Omegas – they’re so rare most of ‘em have been raped, abused. Used. When you find one, one who you want to mate with, you gotta nurture ‘em. Worship them. Make them know that they are your beginning and end.”

He had been so confused, more confused after the conversation. He hadn’t known how to be gentle. And then he had lain with you and it had clicked. It was not about his happiness anymore. It was all about yours.

“Billy….” Your voice is cracked as your legs widen, your scent taking him over and he growls, licking up your thigh. Capturing your salty taste on his tongue as he mutters against your skin,

“Alpha.”

You liked to tease him when he got domineering, demanding you call him Alpha. You typically did so with a wicked grin on your face, your eyes taunting him dangerously as you tipped your body suggestively.

Now you whispered the command, your eyes pleading as you looked down at him.

“Alpha please. Please….”

The whine spurns him on. His head delves in your center, knowing that this wasn’t the time for teasing. He laps at you, his tongue licking a thick line from your anus all the way to your clit, wanting to catch every drop of you. He sucks at your bud, biting at it, teasing it and your hips raise in want, needing him as your hands rake through his hair.

You were sweet, all of you. Your taste was intoxicating as he his tongue goes lowers, lapping at you greedily, his chin dampening around you as his tongue greedily delves into your hole and you howl loudly, your hips moving lower as he hums contently. He takes his time fucking you with his tongue, liking the way he can drink you as you wither around him, his thumb slowly circling your clit as your body shook underneath him. His hands dug into the flesh of your thigh, wanting to leave bruises, wanting the world to know you were his.

“Billy…Alpha…I can’t anymore. I need you….I need your knot…”

Your voice is hoarse as you look up at him, your face damp as your hair clung to it, your hands trying to push him away. He chuckles as he pulls away, his chin glistening as he stands up, slowly undressing for you. You bite your lip as you lean up enough to watch him, to look at the way the soft material of his cotton button down shirt leaves his toned, lean body. The way his arms flex as he moves to unbutton his pants, his knot pressing against the tight fabric of his black briefs. You drink him in when he’s left in nothing, your mind already aware of each contour of his body, of the scars that’s been left there by you, by others as he starts toward you.

You’re so distracted that you miss the hidden blade he always carried on him when he’s been out on mission. Forget about it until he’s tearing your skirt, ripping it off of you. The cool metal slides between your mound as he rips your panties off, humming contently at your naked pussy glistening from his assault, red and throbbing, needing him to fill you. He gives a satisfied smile as he bends down to kiss your naval, nipping at your tummy as his hands move to unclasp your bra.

“I’m going to fill you up with my pups someday. Gonna fill you up so good my love. Would you want that? Would you want to be filled by me?”

His mouth is moving upwards and you’re unable to make words, a new haze consuming you, your walls fluttering around nothing, feeling so incredibly empty as the thought of being filled of him takes over.

He stops short of your breast, heavy with desire as he cuts your bra in half, watching as your breast fall out of the destroyed material, your nipples taught as they stand upright against the cool air of the room and you nod enthusiastically, your hands finding his hair.

“I want you to fill me up Alpha. Want to have your pups..”

He groans, his mouth bending down as he takes a taut nipple lazily in his mouth. You give a sensuous sigh, your legs parting wider for him as he cradles between your legs, his hands firmly placed on each sign of your thigh as he attacks your breast with the same fervor as your pussy. Nipping and biting and sucking until your raw, your nipples irritated and he moves to another.

“You’re the end for me, my little Omega,” he whispers against each suction, his saliva replacing your juices as he takes tender care of your sensitive skin. “You’re the end and my beginning. I need nothing more than you.”

You whimper again, needier, your walls fluttering faster in need. Desperate for him. Knowing he was teasing you, making you appreciate how much your body needed him. Was trying to keep control to satisfy all the parts of your animalistic side before he got lost in you. Couldn’t keep that cool, defined control when he was deep in you, lost in you.

He knows this, can sense the desperation and his kisses trail higher, grazing past the mark he’s bestowed on your gland before he finds your mouth.

The moan you make into his mouth makes you smile against his lips, the tip of his cock teasing your folds open, a teasing caress as you lick yourself off of his tongue. His chin.

“What does my sweet little Omega need?” he whispers against your lip and you shimmy your hip higher into him, his erection dipping into you and you both groan as he pushes you back into the bed.

He was hanging on by a strand.

“I need you Alpha. I need to be filled by you.”

“I don’t know…” his blade moves to your throat, tracing your sensitive skin. “You ignored me Omega. Why would you do that?”

His voice is soft but there’s something else, something sinister as he looks at you and your eyes soften, cupping his face.

“I’m a naughty Omega, I’m sorry. I just wanted to get work done so I could please you…”

Its gentle, your voice and you know the cool blade that moves down your body wouldn’t puncture your skin. He was just such a commanding, jealous needing man. He groans as your hips move again and he ejects the blade from his arm, freeing him of it as the same hand cups you.

“I just was so worried about you...” he admits in an almost needy voice.

His cock slams into you, filling you up in one swift move and you both moan abashedly, your mouths popped in O as his head falls into the crevice of your neck. He allows himself to relish in the warmth of your walls, at the way they already flutter around him, fitting to him, clasping him to you.

Then he pulls away.

He wants to make it sweet. He tries. Tries to slowly make love to you, his hips slowly jutting into you with controlled pace with his forehead placed against yours, looking into your eyes. You’re tearing, crying, so desperately relieved to feel his knot so close to you, and you whisper your appreciation of him.

“Love you so much, my dear Alpha, want no one else but you Alpha, only want you and to have your pups…..I love you….fuck….I fucking love you…..”

He’s spurred by it, intoxicated by the neediness of the words, of how desperately your hands rake against his back, moving down his ass to drag him deeper into you. He can’t control it as you squeeze one of his cheeks as he pulls back, grabbing your thighs and pulling your legs down to you, needing so desperately to feel his knot catch in you and his hips are moving faster, his hand clumsily finding your clit as he slams into you deeper. All the tension from earlier, the anxiety and anger consumes him as he rams into you deeper, driving him into you so that you’re full, wanting you to understand how much he loved you

You’re blinded. You’re deaf. You’re dumb on him – his feel, his smell, his energy, the way his voice completes you,

“You like that, my sweet little Omega. Like the way I fuck this pretty little pussy, making you mine. I love you Omega, do you know how much I agonize over you because I fucking love you. Love you and want to see you swollen with my pups….”

His voice is broken as he looks down at you, his hips angrily driving into you now, deeper into his bed, mesmerizing the way your breast jiggle with his movements, needing to relish the way your plump list are puckered in an O, another orgasm washing through you as your eyes fight to stay locked on his.

He can’t fight it, his seed filling you, pumping into you with speed as his knot locks in you, a satisfaction securing you both together as his scream fills the space, loud and animalistic and powerful and your crying again, his hands still rubbing your swollen clit furiously as one last orgasm hits you.

Then he’s falling on top of you, his weight overtaking your body and trying to catch his breath as you weakly wrap around him, trying to comfort him. You never could. Billy was too dominate, made you weak and wasted until your heat had you both up for more.

“Rest Y/N, baby, just rest.” His pressing soft kisses on your chest, near your heart, his voice wrecked as he nuzzles into you. Kissing his way back up you your sweat gland, his mark, and he bites the faint scar anew, and you give a contented sigh as you roll to your side. Strength leaving you as he takes the lead in pulling out of you, wrapping himself around you as your eyes grow heavy.

“Sleep baby. We have a long couple of nights ahead of us.”

It was promise he did good to keep.

A/N: Let me know what you think of this! If I should do this more not

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