The day of the phone call, it had been his stomach twisting shame that kept Alex locked away inside his office for the whole work day, as well as the overwhelming scent of his own arousal and subsequent release permeating the enclosed room. Thanks to some work place regulations, which included measures to keep scents restricted to the office, no one outside the office knew a damn thing. Even though they couldn't possibly know the cause, Alex knew that if he left the office he would wonder with every look his scent drew his way if the shop workers knew about the phone call with Larry Tyvek that morning, and he was not up for dealing with that much paranoia and shame in one day. Staying in the office was easier...when the scent wasn't reminding him on the panting voice over the phone.
"Gonna fill you up, empty every last drop in that womb 'me- oh fuck... Take my cock so good."
Larry's words had become choppy from his soft panting by then and Alex could only imagine what the omega beneath him was feeling. Her moans earlier in the phone call, before Larry had ordered her silent (
"God you're so thick, stretch me so good alpha."
) had given Alex a hint of what he could be missing out on. As an omega without an alpha, Alex envied the female omega in Larry's bed.
Honestly, he was just envious of female omegas in general.
Unless a female omega was born with something wrong with them, all of them were able to breed. Although male omegas weren't rare, male omegas that could breed were. But unlike male omegas who couldn't breed, and didn't present as an omega until they were old enough, the male omegas that could breed were obvious from birth because of their physical differences.
They had dicks like all males but instead of leading down to a scrotum, beneath his cock a pair of labia formed that housed their testes and protected the secondary (female) genitalia -- sans clit -- that led up inward to the same reproductive system a female omega would have. Below that secondary genitalia were the same taint and anus that everyone had. When it came down to genital functionality, although male omegas could ejaculate from their knotless dicks, it contained none of the ingredients needed to impregnate a female. And unlike the pussy of a female alpha, a male omega could take a male alpha's knot with ease, and the slick they produced like a female omega helped them do so.
Another difference between male omegas that could breed, and ones that couldn't, was the production of their slick. Male omegas who could whelp were able to produce slick from their secondary genitalia, since that was the hole that needed to be fucked for the omega to be bred, not the ass. Male omegas that could
not
breed had a special gland located inside their anal canal that produced the slick needed for them to be able to take an alpha's cock, or a toy if that was their thing.
Alex had no way of knowing, but Larry never cared enough about omegas (let alone male omegas) to learn about the differences in male omegas. As far as Larry knew, no matter the secondary classification, all male bodies were the same. He had never bothered messing around with any male omegas, so why would he need to know what their genitals were like?
Alex was fortunate enough to be a male that could breed, and for some fucked up reason even he didn't understand, he wanted Larry to be the one to impregnate him. He couldn't explain it. He knew Larry wanted nothing to do with him -- it was obvious Larry just enjoyed toying with an omega -- but some primal part of him wanted the alpha to turn his attention on him, even if for one night.
And he had always been curious about what the older alpha hid inside his jeans -- if he had any reason to be as cocky as he was, or if he would have been a disappointment in the sack. Now, that didn't appear to be the case and that didn't help Alex's resistance any, neither did the fact that Larry was obviously a dirty talker, promising to breed the female he claimed to have taken as his mate. Alex never thought he would get to hear anything like that directed at himself.
The worst part of it all was that he didn't even want to want the older alpha the way he did. Despite Alex's Daddy kink, he didn't even find Larry all that physically attractive, but god did he smell good. And his words were so filthy with dirty promises that had Alex's cock throbbing again as they replayed in his head.
"Not gonna stop until you stink of me 'mega," Larry growled out, "until you carry Daddy's pup."
Alex had hated how hard his cock kept twitching at the memories and the phantom words replaying in his mind's ear as he hurried to finish his paperwork for the day so he could leave and air out his office. Stewing in his own scent all day had been miserable, and he had ridden his toy until he was a panting, sweaty mess in bed and ready to move past the phone call; honestly just try to forget it happened at all. But he couldn't do it as easily as he would have liked.
True to his word, Larry had sent pictures to Alex's email from his phone -- three of them. One from the front, that showed an exposed throat with two jagged marks on each side of a neck, and then two respective pictures of each bite on its own. Try as he might, Alex hadn't been able to find a way to prove they were fake, since Larry had his hand in the photo to hold up the chin for the neck shot, as well as the other photos, guiding the omega in question where to hold her head.
He really should have deleted those by now but for some stupid reason, he couldn't bring himself to do so. He already sent copies of them to the Center of Pack Authority, making it official that Larry Tyvek had a mate and would be paid for his missed work while he helped the female through her heat.
Alex had felt disappointment, jealousy, and envy all wrapped in one unwillingly aroused ball in his gut. Those jagged, healing marks on both sides of her neck confirmed that Larry had indeed taken a mate. He knew as a male he didn't stand a chance with the older alpha, that didn't stop him from still being envious with how rough they looked.
It was painfully obvious that no care had been given in making them. They had been made in the heat of a passionate moment and (as an unmated omega) Alex had yearned for an alpha to claim him so intimately.
But now... Now the asshole brought his mate into the shop and fucked her right there on the packaging table. Alex rubbed his temples as he stewed in his office after having witnessed the blatant disregard for company policy, health and safety, as well as the lack of respect for his co-workers. When Larry walked into the office and shut the door, Alex glowered at him. "Give me one damn reason I shouldn't fire you." Alex ordered, staring at the alpha that was twice his age with as much anger and authority he could muster with Larry in front of him.
"Well for starters, if you fire me, I won't be able to support you and McKinsey," Larry answered with a nonchalant shrug. It pleased him to see Alex stutter and sputter in confusion before the omega pinched the bridge of his nose so hard Larry would be keeping an eye out later to see if it bruised, "but it would also leave you short handed." Larry grinned at the power he held over Alex without even getting his pants off. "You'd actually have to stop taking new orders because Frank and Bill would have to split my current workload between them, which would get them behind on their own work. Then with all the new working being turned away-"
"Get out." Alex gave a heavy, resigned sigh as he rubbed at his temples and tried to keep breathing through his mouth since he needed to keep his head clear. He didn't want to fall prey to one more of Larry's bullshit games. He also didn't want to smell Larry's sex with his omega. "You've made your point, just don't bring your sex life into the workplace again."
"But your mouth would look so pretty wrapped around my cock..." Larry drawled as he eyed the omega that was already a shade of red he had never seen. And, to his delight, Alex only grew darker as he had to shift in his seat.
"Why do you hate me?"
