Chapter 7: Phases of the Moon


Dean wasn't used to being the first person awake in the bunker.

He stalked to the kitchen, sniffing for his brothers, but the hallways were empty of the alpha scents he had grown up with. He found a neatly folded note on the small kitchen table from Adam—"Went out to get groceries. Gabe eats too much. Alfie's with me."—but no sign of Sam. Shrugging, Dean started the coffee and poured himself a cup, waiting until that heavy tingle of caffeine filled his veins before venturing back into the bedroom wing to hunt down the tallest of his brothers.

There wasn't much expectation of privacy in the Winchester household, not because they were exhibitionists or anything, but because they had grown up as hunters and spent most of their lives in short-term leased apartments and crappy motels. Mary had finally forced her mate to settle down about five years earlier when she learned about an extinct organization and their super-secret, lore-stocked bunker in the middle of Kansas. Old habits die hard, though, so Dean only rapped on Sam's door once before barging in.

He would never, ever do that again.

Sam was stretched out on his queen-sized bed, a mattress that looked tiny when a six-five alpha sprawled across it, and his blankets were just barely still on the bed and thankfully covering from his lower chest to his knees. However, it was clear that the alpha was naked, and the blonde omega sound asleep in his arms give a clue as to why.

Sam stirred as soon as the door opened, his hazel eyes flicking to Gabriel's head before rising to meet Dean's startled jade. There was a flash of alpha red, an instinctive reaction to another alpha ogling his partner, but he realized that his brother was in shock and quickly pushed his instincts down. "Can I help you, Dean?"

Out of respect for his brother's soft tone, Dean half-whispered his reply, making sure to keep his eyes on Sam and not let them wander anywhere else. "Dude, I didn't think Faeries slept."

The brunet grinned and reached out to run gentle fingers through Gabe's locks. The omega sighed softly and curled closer to his partner, but otherwise didn't respond. The red opal at his throat caught fire in the light, flashing for a moment before the angle changed. "I, uh, may have worn him out. He said that Faeries can sleep when necessary."

"So, he got to you? He seduced you into his bed. I can't believe Rowena was right."

Sam shrugged. "We both enjoyed ourselves, so I don't see the harm in it. His scent is . . . I don't know. Intoxicating. I've never been able to pop a knot so many times outside of a rut before. It was amazing, Dean."

The older Winchester cleared his throat and backed away. "More than I wanted to know, too. Look, it's your turn to make breakfast this morning but you seem super busy. Take supper tonight and breakfast tomorrow and we'll pretend that this never happened."

Sam smiled and closed his eyes, nuzzling Gabe as he let himself fall back asleep. "Deal."


Dean was not expecting to find a tall, angry, raven-haired omega Faerie in his kitchen when he left Sam's room. He stopped dead at the scent, his own instincts screaming at him to calm this omega down and protect him from whatever infuriated him in the first place. He knew that Cas would not respond well to that, so he ignored his instincts and cleared his throat tentatively.

"Hey, buddy, long time no see."

The Faerie had gotten tired of band t-shirts and jeans, having found an ill-fitting dark navy suit in the clothes Adam provided him, wearing it over a wrinkled white dress shirt with a sloppily knotted tie and under a heavy, shapeless tan trench coat. Why the omega had decided on those clothes, those colors, was beyond Dean, but at least the color of the backwards tie brought out the blue in Cas's eyes. He knew better than to comment on any of it, however.

When Cas looked up, the fury in his scent was matched by the firm set of his jaw and narrowness of his eyes. They were omega gold, a color usually reserved for sexual arousal or any feeling of domestic tranquility, but this Faerie clearly telegraphed his anger through his eyes the same way an alpha would. "How did you know?"

"How did we know what?"

"About the ritual? About the bee? It's not in any of the books. I read them all, over and over again, and that ritual isn't there. It's been lost. I made sure it was lost. How did you know?!"

Dean held his hands up in surrender, taking a step back rather than risk a fight with this furious six-foot man. He could see the glint of gold around Cas's neck and knew that the black opal sitting between the unbuttoned collar of his white dress shirt would prevent him from actually attacking his summoner, but Dean was still wary. "I don't know what you're talking about, Cas. We never translated the full rituals. Enochian is god-awful hard to read, and none of us could manage it. Crowley's new mate helped us out, told us the rituals, and told us about the special symbols that each of you would respond to."

Cas stood still for a long moment, breathing heavily through flared nostrils as he considered the alpha's words. "How did the mate know? How could he read Enochian?"

"You'll have to ask him in person in a few days. I have no idea. Even Crowley is rubbish at it, and he's studied this stuff his whole life. His mother's a witch, so she's pretty knowledgeable on the subject, and the bee thing was news to both of them."

"His mother?"

"Rowena. You know, the witch who helped us start the summoning ritual?"

Cas nodded slowly, the gold slowly fading from his eyes. His scent still smelled burnt, but at least he wasn't quite so tense anymore. "Rowena knew about the bee?"

Dean thought back to their meeting with Crowley and slowly shook his head. "No, she's just good with magic. She said she could cast the initial spell, letting each of us do the Enochian parts, but she didn't translate it. Crowley's mate did. Bal-something. Balin? Balemin? I don't remember, but you can ask him in person when we get to DC."

Castiel considered the offer, the tension in his form slowly fading. "I will do that."

Dean nodded and took a cautious step forward, tilting his head as he remembered something Cas had yelled at him. "What do you mean: you made sure it was lost?"

The omega turned away, reaching up to finger the opal on his collar as he considered how to answer. "After the last time I was summoned . . . I decided that it would be better if I never returned. I used my powers, with some assistance from Gabriel, and reached across the Veil when it was thinnest, destroying every text that referenced the ritual that could compel me to return to this gods-forsaken place. Any ones I couldn't reach, I sent my soldiers across the border with orders to burn them. There are none left, I made sure of it. The ritual in your books, it is a request for a Faerie to cross, but it could not have forced me over the way your spell did."

Dean tilted his head, guessing that the soldiers that had been sent to Earth to burn the Faerie texts had most likely gone insane during the completion of their missions. Had Cas been able to heal them when Gabe pulled them back home? Were there other insane Faeries lose in the world? "Why did you do it?"

"Because I didn't want to come back!" Cas exploded at the question, stalking furiously across the room and slapping his fist on the tall metal table in the center of the kitchen. "Because I was done with you stupid, worthless humans and your stupid, worthless problems. Because you can figure out your own pathetic issues yourselves and if you destroy each other in the process, more power to you! Because there is nothing good or decent here, and I never wanted to return!"

Dean let Cas's anger fade, didn't move, speak, or even breathe loudly until the burnt smell was gone from the omega's honeysuckle and clover scent. It was becoming more and more apparent that Ellen and Jody had both been right—Cas did consider himself an alpha from a pack that was often at odds with Dean's, but he also had this omega core that craved belonging, that wanted to be protected for once in his life, something he had never known. Certainly no alpha had been able to protect him from the grief of losing Dalziel, and his solution, to destroy any chance of him returning to the place that broke him so badly, screamed of bitter, heartbroken omega rage.

"You know, this world isn't all bad, Cas. Maybe you've been locked up in the bunker for too long. Those books you have spent the last four days reading did teach us that Faeries like to be outside, among the plants and animals that they protect in their realm. Maybe I can take you somewhere that will make you feel better."

Cas's shoulders relaxed slightly as he pushed away from the table and turned to face Dean. His eyes were narrowed and he clearly didn't understand Dean's motivations, but he let himself nod in agreement. "Fine. Let's . . . go somewhere."

"Great! Look, I gotta make breakfast for my lazy-ass brothers, but as soon as we're done I'll drive you somewhere nice I know, couple hours away."

Cas nodded stiffly before stalking back to his room. "That is acceptable."

Dean held back his frustrated growl until Cas was out of the room, grabbing the cheap plastic salt shaker off of the table and hurling it across the room. Everything that damned omega did just rubbed him the wrong way, sending needles of pain up his spine and riling his alpha into action. Part of him wanted to challenge the alpha authority his Faerie carried in his bones, but the other part thrilled in the idea of an omega strong enough to be a threat. He couldn't handle this subtle fight that Cas seemed eager to continue much longer.

"Dean?"

The alpha calmed himself before turning around, hoping that the red had faded from his eyes. "Yeah, Adam? Sorry, breakfast is a bit delayed this morning."

The younger alpha glanced at the salt shaker lying on the floor against the wall, white crystals spilling onto the pale tile, plastic bags filled with food in his hands. "Um, okay. What did the salt shaker do to earn a death sentence?"

Alfie, a step behind his summoner as always, crossed to room to retrieve the offending container, placing it carefully back on the wooden table before cleaning up the spilled crystals. Dean watched impassively for a moment, trying to decide how to explain his anger to his brother. "It's just Cas . . . I can't tell if he's trying to make me angry on purpose or honestly doesn't notice how his actions are received by others. Hell, I'm just some dirty human, so maybe he thinks he's above me and nothing I feel matters. But his alpha-like posturing, unpredictable flares of rage, and obnoxious dismissive attitude are rubbing me the wrong goddamned way. I want to make him happy—I mean, no one likes the smell of angry omega—but I also want to punch him. It's getting harder and harder to control that particular reaction."

Alfie shook his head as he dumped his handful of salt in the trash, taking some of the bags from Adam and helping him put the groceries away. "I can't claim to understand Castiel. He took me under his wing when I was first created and taught me to fight, assigning me to the assassin faction of his army, but we haven't seen each other much over the last few hundred years. He is the one who assigned me to guard Gabriel, but he long ago chased away his last personal guard and hasn't been close with anyone outside of his family since."

"Well, I guess I need to talk to Gabriel. Again."


Gabriel hadn't slept in almost ten thousand years.

He had forgotten that heavy, fuzzy feeling that weighed down his limbs as his brain struggled to force his body back into working order. He had forgotten that light could be painful when he managed to force heavy eyelids apart, and he had forgotten how comforting the protection of two arms wrapped tightly around him could be.

As he shifted closer to his oversized alpha, Gabe felt Sam's heavy erection brush against his thigh, the alpha groaning in his sleep and pulling the omega closer. The Faerie had apparently also forgotten about this whole "morning wood" thing that male humans suffered from, though his crafted vessel responded as quickly as it had last night, the sheets tangled between his legs already damp with his slick.

Sam's nose twitched as the sudden heavy scent of omega arousal filled the room, hazel eyes opening and meeting whiskey gold. He wrapped one leg around the back of Gabriel's and pulled the smaller man even closer, grinning as their erections slotted against each other between their bellies. "Morning, Gabe."

"You're going to be the death of me, Sam Winchester," the Faerie groaned, cursing his body's traitorous reaction to the alpha's scent.

Sam chuckled and nuzzled Gabe under his chin, already having learned how much the Faerie liked small, gentle displays of affection like that. "Dean came in and yelled at me for not making breakfast, but it looks like he's going to take care of it if you want to stay in bed with me a little longer." His huge hand slipped down Gabe's back and dipped under the blanket, squeezing one round ass cheek suggestively.

Gabe grinned and pushed himself into a sitting position, using one hand to force Sam onto his back while the other reached for the alpha's eager cock. "I'm going to ride you until you scream, Sammykins. Breakfast be damned."


Dean looked over his shoulder as Sam shuffled into the kitchen, plopping down at the small table they used when the whole family wasn't eating at once, his bright-eyed blonde Faerie at his heels. Gabriel sniffed the air and grinned, taking a seat beside Sam where he could watch Dean cook. "What's for breakfast, Deano?"

"Omelets. Adam picked up a ton of eggs at the farmer's market in town and I hate letting fresh eggs waste away in the fridge. What do you want in yours?" One thing Dean truly appreciated about Gabe was his enthusiasm for food, any food, but especially something one of the brothers cooked. Faeries didn't eat in their realm, so he always indulged as much as he could when he was summoned to Earth.

"Everything except spinach. I don't do greenery."

Sam snorted as he ran his fingers through his hair, hoping that it was at least somewhat under control. "Plants are good for you, Gabe. If you ate more spinach as a child, you might not be so scrawny now."

"I am perfectly normal-sized for an omega, thank you very much. And I was never a child."

Sam tilted his head as Dean placed an omelet and mug of coffee in front of him. "You weren't? Did the Faerie King just snap his fingers and make you?"

Gabriel shrugged, accepting his plate from Dean with an uncharacteristically grateful smile. "Uh, something like that, yeah. See, my siblings and I . . . we were kind of experiments to the old man. He wanted to make a system that created Faeries automatically during major natural events or power spikes, so he had to set up the framework, so to speak. He made Michael and Lucifer first, at the same time, though Mike is a little bit older. He created them from the very natural disasters they summon when they walk the Earth, though I think he underestimated the power an earthquake or volcano can hold so he ended up with twins. They're alphas, though, so they have fought for every moment of their lives, both eager to be Dad's favorite, both wanting to lead the way he does."

Dean settled down at the table with his own omelet, having already fed Alfie and Adam and sent them outside for weapons' practice. He was happy that his youngest brother had found a mentor he would listen to; generally he put all of his effort into getting out of weapons practice with his brothers unless their father ordered him to go. Benny had taken Gadreel into town to watch a movie, and they were going to eat while they were out. "So he made Raphael in the hopes of someone calmer? A beta is generally more level-headed."

"Not Raph," Gabe snorted, forking a huge bite of omelet in his mouth before continuing. "He has the power of electricity and he hates Lucifer. He sided with Michael almost immediately, creating an even greater rift in the family. When Dad set out the third time, he was determined to make someone gentle, peaceful, and nurturing. He created me out of sunlight reflected off the moon, symbols of fertility, and spring breezes. He also made me smaller than my brothers so they wouldn't find me threatening; even in my Faerie form I'm the smallest of the Princes. I did try to bring peace to my family, and sometimes it will hold for hundreds of years at a time, but they always fight again. I sympathize with Lucifer most of the time, but he can be just as big a bag of dicks as Mike when he's in a mood."

"He stopped for a long time after you, didn't he?"

"Yeah, Samoose, for thousands of years. Dad wasn't sure what had gone wrong, but we were incredibly powerful and we did help him watch over the natural world here on Earth as he had intended. Eventually, he decided to try again, but with female spirits this time. Naomi is . . . she's an alpha but she is perfectly balanced. She never fights, but there is a steel in her that is frightening to behold. She isn't the most motherly of Faeries, but she does look out for us, and she wants order and peace more than anything else. She runs the domestic affairs in the Realm, most notably nurturing newborn spirits so they can grow into Faeries."

Dean finished his omelet in record time, sipping at his coffee as he absorbed Gabriel's story. This was more than anyone had ever learned about Faeries before, and the alpha was eager to get their guest to keep talking. "Why didn't he stop with her, then, if Naomi was so perfect?"

"She's a perfect bureaucrat, but in general she's a heartless bitch. She doesn't respect me or Raph because of our subgenders, and she flat-out ignores Mike and Luci's authority whenever she can. She's the oldest of the Nobles, but not really all that powerful, and I think it bothered her once the youngest three were created. Anna is more powerful than Naomi, but she rebelled against Dad's plan and pretty much lives on her own now. She tolerates me, but she won't speak to any of her other older siblings, though she gets along pretty well with Hannah and absolutely adores Castiel."

"Hannah's an omega, right?"

"Yeah, Dean, and she's every bit what you would expect from one. She's a little shy, very sweet, and completely submissive. All she wants in life is someone to follow and care for, so she gets along with all of the rest of us perfectly fine. Mostly she lives with Anna because I was worried that the toxic environment that Mike, Luci, and Naomi stir up isn't good for her delicate nature, but Cas watches over her as best he can, and I visit all the time."

"Ok, so, at that point your dad had created all six gender/subgender combinations," Dean pointed out, glancing into his empty coffee mug and frowning. "Why did he make Cas?"

"Dad pretty much thought that he could create one child who was a perfect leader without the alpha faults that made Mike and Luci so uncontrollable."

"An omega who looks like an alpha," Dean breathed, his scent threaded with shock. Ellen had scolded him for worrying that his preference for big, strong male omegas had influenced Cas's human form, but maybe the Faerie had been willing to come to him because he liked omegas who could stand as his equal.

Gabe's head shot up as he caught Dean's thought, the Faerie nodding slowly at the human's sudden realization. "Correct, Deano. Cas is bigger than all of us back home, taller, bulkier, and much, much fiercer. He was born to be a leader, a warrior of highest caliber, but he carries within him the ability to nurture, to create life, and to protect the people he cares about with the ferocity of a mother bear. He is an omega because Dad wanted him to have compassion and not get lost to his rage, but he is every bit a match for all of my siblings. He formed the first Faerie armies, taking command as their general even after Lucifer expressed an interest in leading them. He fought back the demons and fortified the border with Purgatory, keeping all of Faerie kind safe from the things that would destroy us. Don't tell Mike or Luci, but between you and me, Cas is Dad's favorite."

Sam, who had cleared his plate sometime during Gabe's story, stared down at his fork and let the Faerie's words sink in. "Omegas react pretty violently when they're removed from their pack, Gabe. Omegas, whether dominant like Cas or submissive like your sister Hannah, need someone to protect, to watch out for. The longer this mission drags on, the worse it's going to get for you three. Aren't you worried?"

The Faerie shrugged. "I'm a High Prince, and we're pretty independent. Naturally, I do feel that urge from time to time, but it's not overwhelming for me, and I usually just let the bond with my summoner keep me grounded. Samandriel is perfectly content to fall in with his summoner's pack every time, whether he gets attached to the summoner or not. Cas, well . . . my baby bro is a different story. He's never submitted to an alpha, back home or here, but he has always let his close relationships with the Faeries under his command sate that protective urge he feels. He raised Samandriel from a wisp of energy, and he watches out for our two youngest sisters as if they were he own pups."

"But who does he have right now? He hasn't spoken to Alfie or you in four days, and he was on the edge of losing control when he came in the kitchen earlier."

Gabe's whiskey gold eyes flashed as he raised his head, his scent carrying the slightest hint of fear. Dean and Sam knew that he was projecting that emotion on purpose, and it worried them all the more. "I'm hoping you can break through to him, get him to see you as a friend. He has to bond with you, at least a little, or his omega might go crazy. An improper summoning ritual is not the only way a Faerie can go rogue."

"I'm taking him on a bit of a road trip today. I'm hoping to break through this wall he seems to have thrown up between us."

Gabe let his scent calm as he nodded slowly. "Okay, that might work. Just try not to piss him off, okay? I'd like for both of you to come back in once piece."

"Promise."


Samandriel had long ago lost count of the number of times he had been summoned.

It hardly mattered, of course. Every time he visited Earth, the assassin was pointed toward a target and ordered to destroy it. He wasn't meant to think, or question, or fight back, though he knew that Castiel did all of those things. This was, however, his longest trip so far at seven days, and he had become slightly unsettled in that time. Adam had sensed the Faerie's unease and asked for help practicing with the weapons he used to hunt, a task that the assassin was well suited for. They were outside in a practice area set up behind the bunker, completely safe from prying eyes and protected by the bunker's remoteness from any actual civilization.

Alfie reached out and tapped Adam's elbow again, asking him to straighten it before throwing his spear. The boy's form was getting better, but his thrust lacked finesse and was still three feet from his target. "You aren't concentrating hard enough," the Faerie scolded.

Adam sighed and rolled his shoulder, reaching up to rub at the sore muscle. "Spears aren't exactly my weapon of choice, man. We're pretty good with guns around here."

"Your guns won't do anything to Lucifer, or any Faerie for that matter," Alfie replied, grabbing another spear and hurling it across the field, watching as it sunk into the center of his target. "We use special blades that were forged in our realm and blessed by the Faerie King long, long ago, as well as spearheads and arrow tips crafted in the same manner. No modern weapon can injure a Faerie, though iron does burn us."

"Can I shoot him with iron bullets?" Adam's pale eyes brightened hopefully, but Alfie's glare squashed that thought.

"If you want to piss him off, sure."

Adam sighed and sat down in one of the chairs along the back of the training area. "Well, my arms could use a rest. I must preferred the knife fighting lessons to this nonsense."

"Adam, we could get word of Lucifer any day. We have to be ready!"

"We could also get word of a werewolf nest in the Rockies any day," the alpha countered, letting his irritation leak into his scent. "We use guns for that one. You ever shot a gun?"

Alfie narrowed his pale brown eyes and shook his head sharply, clearly finding the entire idea distasteful. "In my line of work, silence is desirable and guns are loud."

"Yeah, well, in my line of work we try to kill the bad things before they get close enough to render our advantage immaterial." Adam pushed himself to his feet and grabbed Alfie's arm, dragging him over to the shooting range his dad had set up a year or so earlier. The targets were aligned in front of a tall, deep berm of dirt, now grown over with tough, weedy grass, and a long table marked the preferred standing position when multiple people were practicing. "We have a more exciting version of this indoors, where the targets can be moved along tracks in the ceiling or set to pop out of walls at random times during the drill, but this will at least let you try out a couple of weapons."

"Adam, I don't need to learn how to shoot a gun."

The alpha dug around in the heavy, locked case under the table, pulling out suitable eye and ear protection for his Faerie. "Well, I say you do, so let's see what kind of skills you've got."

"My ears cannot be damaged by loud noises, alpha." Adam had learned that his Faerie would only call him by his subgender when he was uncomfortable and needed some reassurance from his summoner. He had also learned to be quick with his response to that particular mood or Alfie would close in on himself for hours at a time.

"You don't have to wear them if you don't want to," Adam soothed, placing a pair around his own neck and slipping the glasses over his eyes. "I do need them, however. I'm exposed to that kind of noise all the time when we're hunting, so I try to protect myself during practice as best as I can." He pulled his gun, one of his dad's old Glocks, out of the holster in the back of his pants, checking it over for a second before placing it on the table in front of Alfie. The Faerie had taken a pair of the clear, heavy-duty shooting glasses, but he left the ear protection on the table.

Alfie, who had watched humans use guns for hundreds of years, lifted the weapon and tightened his grip around it, using his free hand to steady the weapon. It was heavier than he thought, pulling on his wrist, but he felt a gentle touch on his elbow helping him get it in the right position. "Is this the correct position?"

Adam moved behind the omega, pleased to find that he could look over Alfie's shoulder easily as he adjusted the Faerie's grip. He wrapped his left arm around Alfie's waist, holding him in the correct stance as his right hand rested gently on the Faerie's shoulder. "Yeah, just like that. Now, sight down the barrel and line it up with your target. When you're ready, just squeeze the trigger, don't pull it, and don't tense up in anticipation of the recoil."

Alfie took a breath and released it, squeezing the trigger and jumping slightly at the sound as the weapon pushed back into his hand. A tiny orange circle blossomed on the target thirty yards away, to the left of the center and lower than Alfie had intended. Gritting his teeth, the Faerie fired again, feeling Adam adjust his stance slightly after each hit, tapping his elbow or wrist to keep them in the proper position. Adam's gun held seventeen bullets, and Alfie felt tremors dancing through his body by the time he had emptied the clip.

The Faerie, who had managed to get his last four bullets perfectly in the middle of the target, placed the spent gun back on the table, flexing his fingers as they twitched. He carefully placed his glasses beside it, quickly joined by Adam's safety equipment. Shooting a gun, the omega mused, clearly required a different set of muscles than using the short sword and throwing knives that he preferred, and he did have to admit that it was a fascinating weapon. As he turned to face his teacher, Alfie became aware of the strong body pressed against his back, arm wrapped tightly around his waist and one warm hand resting on his shoulder, just beside his neck.

Alfie had never felt his omega rear its head so fast and so forcefully before. Adam's heavy scent of bergamot and ginger surrounded the Faerie, calling to him in a base, primal fashion as his own hyacinth and lilac aroma sweetened with the telltale scent of arousal. The arm around his waist tightened as Adam's alpha responded, eyes flashing red as a deep, possessive growl rumbled against his back. Alfie, knowing that his own eyes were bright omega gold, bared his neck and whined, suddenly desperate to have his alpha touch him.

Adam might not have any experience with male omegas, or omegas in general, but he felt his alpha surge to the forefront of his mind, eager and willing to direct him. He pulled the omega tightly against his chest, nuzzling the base of his neck and nipping gently. He wouldn't bite; he knew better than to let that particular urge free, but Alfie whined and thrashed in his arms at the touch, his scent spiking.

Adam pulled them away from the table, heading for the covered seating area behind the range. His family often came out here to have picnics in nice weather, and the low wicker couch covered in soft pillows would help him now. He reached around to the front of Alfie's jeans and unbuttoned them, still nuzzling against his neck as he slipped one hand inside. The omega whined with need, eyes landing on the couch as he reached up to take off his shirt.

The clothes fell off quickly after that, Adam nipping and kissing every inch of skin that his omega exposed. Alfie's scent had filled the entire field, calling to any available alpha, and Adam knew that his scent had sharpened alongside it, warning away potential rivals. As soon as both of them were finally naked, Adam pushed Alfie onto his back on the couch, one hand resting on his hip as he let his crimson eyes wander over the omega's slim form. He was lean and wiry, with very little body hair to speak of, and mostly pale apart from the slender, flushed omega cock twitching against his stomach as he waited patiently for his alpha to touch him.

Adam shook his head to clear his primal urges away for a moment, running one hand up Alfie's leg. "I've never been with an omega before."

The Faerie tilted his head, gold fading from his eyes somewhat as he reached up and tangled his fingers in Adam's hair. "I've never been with any human before. No one has ever kept me around long enough to give me time to indulge like this. You're the nicest summoner I've ever had, Adam, and I want you to be my first. I'm not afraid."

Adam smiled and leaned down to capture Alfie's lips in a gentle kiss, trying to convey all of his affection in that simple gesture. He settled between the Faerie's raised knees, groaning as his erection brushed against Alfie's, his eager knot already starting to swell. He knew he wouldn't last long, not with such an enticing fuck me scent filling the clearing, but he was determined to make Alfie's first time memorable.

"Show me what you've got, alpha." For the first time, that word didn't carry Alfie's uncertainty or fear, but rather his wanton desperation and joy.