Oh my god. I'm gonna have sex with Negan tonight.
The thought has Chuck's heart rate spiking with anticipation. She feels that it's the right time to do it. After all, he's shown her that he cares about her. Especially today, with the gift he got her for her birthday. And she cares about him, too. In a way that's different from anyone else in her life. So she knows that sleeping with Negan is what she wants to do.
Doesn't make her any less anxious about it.
Negan feels the change in the air as they drive back to their apartment building from Diane's house. He turns his head to look at Chuck, seeing that she's rubbing her hands over her thighs like she's nervous.
"You okay, sweetheart?" he asks.
"Mmhmm," she answers quickly. "I'm good."
He smirks at her obvious lie. "You sure?"
"Yes. I'm sure."
He peeks at her again. "You look like you're pissing your pants."
She tries to laugh it off, but it comes out too loud and awkward. "No! I'm fine."
"What's going on, Chuck?"
She takes a deep breath and clears her throat. "N-Nothing."
"Chuck."
"Do you want to have sex with me tonight?" she blurts out.
He's taken aback for a moment. "Are you offering?" He would like nothing more than to sink his knot into Chuck tonight. As a matter of fact, a good portion of his blood is currently rushing south right now just at the thought.
"Um. Yeah...?"
"You don't sound so confident in that." As much as he would love to finally fuck Chuck, he wants to make sure she is really ready to do so.
She looks away from him. "I want to... do it. With everything... how we've been together and all... It's just... I want to move forward with you."
"As long as you're really sure, it's gonna be an emphatic 'yes' from me."
She can't help but giggle at his answer. "Okay. So... tonight's the night." She pats her palms on her legs, still trying to get her nerves out.
Negan notices and sets his hand on top of hers. "I want you to trust me, baby girl. Okay?"
"I know you wouldn't hurt me," she responds immediately.
He shakes his head. "No. I want you to trust me enough to be fully fuckin' honest with me. If you wanna stop, at any given fuckin' moment, I want you to tell me. And I want you to trust that I'll stop."
"Okay. I trust you," she replies, though she's not completely sure why he's insisting upon it.
When they get back up to their floor, they pause in the hallway for a moment.
He looks down at her with raised eyebrows. "So?"
She blinks a few times, steeling her nerves. "Would you like to come in?"
He smirks at her. "I would love to."
Chuck unlocks her door and the pair walk in. As Chuck throws her purse and keys on the counter, Negan walks further into the room. He knows Chuck is nervous; he can almost feel it. And as much as he wants to go at her pace, time is becoming a factor.
Her last heat was just a month ago, so they should be good for at least another month. Hopefully. Ideally, they would be having sex regularly before her next heat comes. Because the very last thing he wants is to have her first sexual experience to be when she's in heat. He wants her to be fully aware of what's happening and in control of herself for her first time.
And, of course, he wants her to get a hint of what to expect with him. He wants her to see him when he's in control of himself first. Considering that it's almost a certainty that he will go into rut when she goes into heat, he'll be closer to feral than she's ever really seen. He has confidence in himself that he won't hurt her, but that doesn't mean that it won't get intense.
Chuck is unsure how to proceed. "Do you want something to drink?" she asks Negan.
He walks over to her. "Don't be nervous." He tucks some of her hair behind her ear.
She lets out a sigh at the contact. "I'm sorry."
"Don't apologize." He kisses her sweetly. "I know this is a big fuckin' thing for you. I just want you to be sure."
"I'm sure, Negan." She kisses him back and it soon turns heated.
When they come up for air, Negan rests his forehead on hers. "Fuck," he sighs.
"What is it?"
He chuckles. "I'm fuckin' excited."
"Oh." She giggles. "I am, too." That's not a lie, but there's certainly a large undercurrent of anxiety going through her as well.
Negan takes her hand and leads her into her bedroom.
"I'll grab the, uh... condoms from my bathroom." When she gets to her medicine cabinet, she takes a quick look at herself in the mirror. "This is really happening," she whispers to herself.
When she comes back out with the pink box in her hand, Negan starts to chuckle.
"What?" she asks.
"Usually people keep those things in the nightstand."
"Oh." She looks down at the box. "I guess... Yeah, that makes sense."
Negan walks over to her, taking the box and tossing it on the bed. "I want you to tell me you're good." He pulls up on the hem of her shirt, slowly raising it over her head until it's free from her frame.
"I'm good," she says breathlessly.
He takes her hands and guides them under his own shirt. She takes the hint and pulls the garment up and over his head, trailing her hands down his bare chest after. Their pants come off next in a similar fashion. Negan slowly pushes hers off her hips, then Chuck unbuckles his belt, allowing his pants to fall to his feet.
They stand before each other for a moment before Chuck reaches behind herself to unlatch her bra. As soon as the fabric slides down her arms, Negan's eyes are drawn to her chest.
"Fuck, you have amazing tits."
She giggles. "I'm glad you like them," she jokes.
"I fuckin' love them." He reaches his hands out to smooth them over her hips and up her ribcage, swirling his thumb over her nipples gently.
She runs her hands down his torso to push his underwear off his hips. He follows suit and helps to rid her of her own panties.
"You good?" he asks as he cradles her cheek in one hand.
"I'm good."
Negan turns down the bed and gestures for Chuck to lay down, which she does.
He gets on the bed beside her. "I'm gonna warm you up, okay?"
She nods with a bite of her lip.
"Just relax." He leans over her and starts to kiss her passionately.
She has to admit that she very much enjoys kissing Negan. Not that she has much experience with anyone else, but when they've kissed, it seems like the world fades away. She gets more into it, placing her hand on the back of his head and burying her fingers in his hair.
He moves down to her neck, placing sloppy kisses all over her throat, including over her mating spot.
"Oh," she moans at the contact with her sensitive skin.
He rubs his nose over her neck. "You smell so fuckin' good." He kisses the spot again, loving the reactions it's eliciting from Chuck.
She takes the opportunity to push her own nose into his neck and breathe deeply. Of course, she's familiar what Negan smells like, but she's never properly scented him before like this.
"You smell like warm amber and spices," she whispers into his neck.
He chuckles. "Is that good?"
"It's the best thing I've ever smelled."
He pulls back and smiles down at her. "You smell like fuckin' flowers and strawberries and cream."
She giggles. "Really?"
He kisses her. "I wanna see if you taste the same," he whispers into her lips then starts to move down her body, leaving a trail of kisses toward his destination. "Spread your legs for me, baby."
She obeys and he shifts to get between her knees. As he does, she props herself up on her elbows to watch him.
"You good?" he flicks his gaze up to ask.
She's nervous. Really nervous, actually. But she doesn't want to disappoint Negan now, so she nods. "I'm good."
He smiles. "Okay." Without breaking eye contact, he starts to rub her sex with his fingers slowly, not wanting to overwhelm her just yet.
He watches as her eyebrows start to move, flitting from expression to expression, furrowed to raised and back again. When her breathing gets deeper, he bends down to lick at her core.
"Oh god," she whispers.
Without removing his tongue, he smiles at her reaction. Then he moves up to circle his tongue over her clit, eliciting a sharp gasp from her.
"Fuck, you taste so good." He starts to push one finger into her, but meets resistance. "Just relax, baby girl."
She nods and lies back, trying to relax more.
He circles his fingers around her entrance, trying to coat them in her slick before trying to push into her again. He makes it just about as far.
"You gotta relax, sweetheart. I can't even get a finger in." He rubs her clit more, trying to get her closer to an orgasm, thinking that maybe that would make this easier.
Chuck isn't really paying attention to what he's doing now; she's too far in her own head. Most of all she doesn't want to disappoint Negan, so she's putting a lot of pressure on herself. That's just making everything worse, though. The harder she tries to relax, the more tense she actually gets. Not to mention that she's starting to get upset with herself.
When Negan hears her breathing change, he recognizes that it's not in the way he wants. "You good?"
She clears her throat, trying to get rid of the lump that has taken residence there. "I'm good," she chokes out.
Negan, of course, can hear that she's lying. "Baby girl?"
"Just keep pushing."
"It'll fuckin' hurt you."
"I don't care."
He crawls over her to look at her face. "I won't hurt you."
She's instantly embarrassed and throws her arm over her face to hide the tears that form in her eyes.
"Don't cry, sweetheart." He tries to pull her arm away, but she doesn't let him.
"I'm sorry," she cries out as she adds her other arm to cover more of her face.
"It's okay, Chuck. Look at me."
The only thing she wants to do right now is fall into the center of the earth. She's embarrassed and ashamed that this turned into such a monumental failure and that has her spiraling toward a panic attack.
"Chuck." He tries again to pull her arms away from her face, but she turns her whole body and curls in on herself. "Come on, baby girl. You gotta calm down."
All of the lustful thoughts evaporate as he realizes just how upset Chuck is. He had a feeling she wasn't really ready, but he pushed forward anyway. And now she's freaking out.
"Listen to me, Chuck. You're gonna fuckin' pass out if you don't stop hyperventilating."
She can't stop, though. Her panic has taken ahold and it's starting to seep into Negan.
"Chuck. You need to fucking breathe," he calls out. "Look at me."
She doesn't.
"Look at me!" he finally commands in his alpha voice.
She turns her head to face him instantly.
"Breathe with me." He grabs her hand and places it on his chest as he hovers above her.
As Negan's chest rises, Chuck takes a breath then lets it out when he does. It forces her to breathe more slowly, getting her heart rate back down. When she's finally mostly calm, Negan lays back down on the bed and pulls Chuck onto his chest.
"You're okay," he coos into the top of her head.
"I'm sorry," she whispers into he chest.
"It's my fuckin' fault. We went too fast."
She wipes at her face as she sniffles. "I feel bad that-"
"No," he interrupts. "You have no reason to feel fuckin' bad. Do you have issues with sex? Yeah, you do. But a big part of those issues is that you feel so fuckin' embarrassed and ashamed about it. You have nothing to be ashamed about, okay, baby girl?"
She nods then snuggles closer into Negan's chest. Despite her embarrassment, being close to him does make her feel better.
"I just need to make sure you're really ready," he mutters almost to himself.
The next week or so, Negan makes an effort to get Chuck to be more comfortable with him physically. That means a lot of touching and cuddling. They spend almost every minute together, except for when Negan is at work. They even sleep in the same bed together, alternating whose apartment they stay at each night. Considering that they are only a hall away from home, it's not too much of an inconvenience.
There isn't exactly a lot of sexual contact, though. Just kisses, mostly. Negan just wants Chuck to be absolutely comfortable with him before they move forward.
"I'm gonna grab a shower," Chuck announces after she clears her cereal bowl from her table on a Saturday.
"Can I join?" Negan asks with a smirk.
"You just showered last night."
He walks forward and pulls her close to him. "Doesn't mean I can't help out."
She chuckles at his remark, but doesn't pull away from him. All this extra attention from Negan has gone largely unnoticed by Chuck. Not that she hasn't been enjoying it. She just hasn't really noticed that he's purposely trying to make sure she's more comfortable with him in a physical way. His plan is working, though. All the extra kisses and hugs are starting to become so commonplace that she just expects them from him.
"You know our showers aren't exactly roomy," she comments.
He just shrugs.
"If you're okay with standing naked in the shower not underneath the warm water, then I'm okay with it, too."
They go into the bathroom and Chuck starts the water, dialing it in to the right temperature. With all the time they've been spending together, Chuck doesn't feel that self conscious around him. At least as self conscious as she used to, so being naked around him isn't that big of a deal.
With their clothes discarded, they step into the shower, Negan taking his position behind Chuck. As she goes through her normal shower routine, Negan makes sure to keep his hands on her, just touching her softly or running his hands down her back.
She actually enjoys it, feeling him caress her skin in that way. It's not lustful or groping, it's just... caring and nice. It pairs well with the relaxing shower. Chuck doesn't even realize just how normal being with Negan has become, which is exactly what he planned.
Later that night, they're cuddled up on the couch watching some old slasher flick.
"Are you excited for trick or treat tomorrow," Chuck asks with a wide grin on her face.
He chuckles. "This is only the twentieth fuckin' time you've mentioned Halloween today."
"Is that a 'no'?"
He pulls her closer into his side. "I'm very fuckin' excited to see you so very fuckin' excited."
"Halloween is so fun! I'm gonna get you all excited for it if it's the last thing I do." Her attention goes back to the movie as one of the side characters gets attacked by the baddie.
"Well, she's dead," Negan jokes.
"Total red shirt," she comments. When the screaming woman inevitably takes a knife to the chest, Chuck lets out a sigh. "I don't know why they never fight dirty in these movies."
"Fight dirty?"
"Yeah. Like the bad guys are always big strong alphas and the skinny beta girls that they're after have, like, a very slim chance of surviving. So why don't the girls fight dirty? Their life is on the line, but they don't go for the eyes. Or ears. Or throat. They don't even knee them in the crotch most of the time."
Negan laughs. "Because if everyone was actually smart in these movies, they'd be fuckin' boring."
"I get that," she concedes. "I just wish some of these girls wouldn't be so dumb. I mean, it can practically be considered suicide because they'd have to want to die to do some of the stuff they do."
He laughs again. "You're fuckin' right about that."
The next day is Halloween and Diane is lucky enough to get it off this year. That means that she and Chuck have the whole day to make finishing touches on the decorations before trick or treat. Negan does have to work, though, so he's due to stop by when he gets off.
"It's so nice out today," Diane starts as she pours bags of candy into bowls. "It's going to be perfect tonight." She takes the bowls from the counter and brings them out to set them on the coffee table in the living room.
Chuck follows her out and sits down on the couch. "We can hand out candy on the porch this year since we won't freeze."
"Negan's still coming, right?" Diane sits next to Chuck.
"Yeah. He should be here in like an hour."
"I better start supper so we can eat before the kids start coming."
As Negan pulls into Diane's driveway, he notices that the whole yard is decorated with skeletons, bats, spiders, witches, ghosts, and everything else spooky. Before he gets to the door, Chuck is opening it.
"What do you think?" she asks as she exits the house.
"It looks like you added shit since I was here for your birthday." He bends down and gives her a kiss.
"Me and Mom have been working all day. We wanted to surprise all the kids tonight with some extra stuff."
He looks around. "I'm pretty sure the kids are gonna fuckin' love this shit. It looks awesome."
Chuck's lips curl up in a smile at his praise. "I can't wait." She grabs Negan's hand and starts to lead him back in the house. "Mom's got dinner almost ready, so we should head in."
"I'm fuckin' starving, so I'm not gonna fuckin' fight you."
After they eat, Chuck and Diane need to get their costumes on. Chuck leads Negan upstairs to her old bedroom, where her costume is waiting on her bed. He takes a look at the walls and lets out a chuckle.
"What?" Chuck asks.
"Is this just how you left it?"
"Pretty much," she answers with a shrug. "I think my mom always thought I would move back in at some point."
He points up to a poster showcasing Dean Winchester. "Really?"
"Shut up!" She playfully swats his shoulder. "I love Dean Winchester! I'm gonna take that poster down and hang it back up at home."
"No fuckin' way I'm gonna sleep in a bedroom with that fuckin' pretty boy watching over me."
Chuck laughs. "Dean's not a pretty boy. He's very manly."
Negan just gives Chuck the "really?" face.
"If he's a pretty boy, then you're a pretty boy." She doesn't wait for his reaction before she picks up part of her costume. "I need your help with this." She hands it to him and starts to remove her shirt.
"Don't think that you can distract me with-" The words die on his tongue as Chuck takes off her bra.
"What?" she asks.
Negan is definitely distracted at the moment, but then he realizes that he has something in his hand. "What the fuck is this? An ace bandage?"
"I need to strap down my chest."
"Why the fuck would you do that?"
"Because I'm supposed to be a kid. Kids don't have double dees. So..." She holds her arms up and gestures down to her chest, indicating that she wants him to start.
He lest out a huff and starts to bind her chest. "Goddamn travesty," he mutters to himself.
She giggles at him. "Should I be worried that you only like me for my boobs?" she jokes.
He bends down to kiss her shoulder. "You don't gotta worry about that. I like a shit ton of stuff about you."
She can't help but smile. "That's good to know."
When she's done with the clothes, she starts to put gray makeup on her arms to look like she just stepped out of an old movie.
"Shit, that looks fuckin' weird with you head regular colored and everything else fuckin' black and white," he comments.
Chuck grabs her pull over mask and puts it on. "How does it look now?" She picks up a prop knife and does her best "killer" pose.
"Kinda fuckin' creepy, actually."
"Yay!"
He chuckles. "But you just ruined it because crazy killers don't fuckin' say 'yay'."
She shrugs then takes the mask back off. She bends down to pick something up off of her bed, straightening up with it hidden behind her back after. "I got something for you."
He raises his eyebrows. "Okay...?"
"I figured you wouldn't have a costume so..." She pulls her hand forward, showing him the headband with devil horns that she had picked up earlier.
He laughs and takes it from her. "You think I'm a devil?"
"No." She laughs. "But it was either devil horns or kitty cat ears. I didn't think you'd want to be a pussy cat."
"Good choice." He puts the headband on and make a ta-da gesture. "Look okay?"
"You look... devilishly handsome." She laughs at her own joke.
He can't help but laugh, too. "That was fuckin' cheesy."
"That was so good!" She puts her mask back on and the pair heads downstairs.
When Diane sees them, she lets out a laugh. "You did so good, sweetie! You look just like the pictures you showed me." Diane is dressed in a long black dress complete with a witches hat. Her skin is tinted green and some of her teeth are blacked out.
"And the candy witch makes her usual appearance." Chuck gestures to her mother.
Diane gives a little flourish with her hands and lets out her best witch laugh. "The children will be here soon," she says in her witch voice. "Time to fatten them up!" She cackles again and Chuck joins in with her best demented laugh.
Negan smiles at their antics. "You guys are really fuckin' into this."
Within a half an hour, the kids start to approach the porch where the trio is waiting with their bowls of candy. Since Chuck and Diane have been doing this for years, the neighborhood children know to expect a lot of scary decorations and a ton of candy. This means that the kids make the Langdon house a priority and there is a constant stream of trick or treaters.
"A fellow witch!" Diane calls out in her witch voice when a little girl in a similar costume comes up. "Go ahead and take a handful." She lowers the bowl down so the girl can grab some of the candy.
Negan mans one of the bowls for a few minutes and he actually enjoys seeing the kids having a good time. Not to mention that he likes seeing Chuck act like a kid in a candy store herself.
"Oh look!" Chuck calls out. "It's a Castiel!"
"Trick of treat!" the teenage girl dressed as the angel from Supernatural calls out.
"Your costume is so good!" Chuck holds the bowl out and the girl grabs a few pieces of candy.
After a while, the trick or treaters thin out. Which is a good thing since the candy is running out, anyway. One of the last groups to come in is Diane's next door neighbor, Martha and her young grandchildren. Chuck had known her for years, but she hadn't really talked to her in a long time.
"Hello, Martha," Diane greets.
Martha looks over to Negan. "You didn't tell me you had a man in your life," she discretely says to Diane with a smile on her face.
Diane laughs. "No, no. This is Chuck's boyfriend, Negan."
Both Negan and Chuck look toward Martha and Diane, then step to them.
"Oh," Martha calls out.
Chuck takes her mask off. "Hi, Martha."
Negan holds his hand out for the new woman to shake. "Nice to meet you."
Martha is taken aback for a moment. "You're an alpha," she whispers with her eyes wide.
Negan retracts his hand when she makes no move to shake it. "Yeah. I am."
Diane cuts in. "Chuck presented omega late," she explains. "Negan's her alpha."
Martha looks over to Chuck. "Oh." She looks back up to Negan. "I see."
Negan is instantly angry at the thought that this woman is judging them for their presentations. It isn't even about how she feels about him, though. He's more angry that she would be judging Chuck.
But his anger is misguided.
Martha's face suddenly lights up. "Oh wow! I wouldn't have thought we'd have a mated pair around here!" She steps forward to grab Negan's hand and shakes it enthusiastically. "I'm so glad to meet you." She moves over to Chuck. "You were always so quiet. Now we know why! You were an omega all along." She practically grabs Chuck's face. "Look at you! So pretty! Oh, I've always thought omegas were so beautiful!"
Chuck giggles nervously. "Thank you...?"
"I'm so happy for you!" Martha looks back over to Diane. "You'll be a grandma in no time."
Now it's Diane's turn to laugh awkwardly. "Don't rush me into that. I'm too young!" she comments with some levity.
Chuck's face blooms red at the subject and Negan notices.
He clears his throat. "Looks like we got some stragglers." He nods toward some more kids approaching, effectively changing the subject.
Martha's grandkids start to get antsy, too, so she says her goodbyes and leaves. With the last of the candy handed out to those children, the trio heads inside and turns the porch light off.
"Did you have fun," Chuck asks Negan.
"I actually fuckin' did."
Diane walks over to him. "We didn't scare you too much, did we?" She punctuates the word by wiggling her fingers.
He laughs. "It takes a little bit more than that to fuckin' scare me."
"There's always next year." Diane pats Negan on the shoulder as she passes him to go to her room. "I'm gonna de-witch myself."
With the costumes all removed, Chuck and Negan bid their farewells to Diane and head home in their separate cars. They walk in from the parking lot hand in hand and get to their hallway.
"Do you want to watch more scary movies before Halloween is officially over?" Chuck asks as they get to their doors.
"Sounds fuckin' good to me."
They watch a few movies, then get ready for bed. Chuck curls up into Negan's side and lets out a contented sigh.
"I'm really glad you handed out candy with us," she whispers into Negan's chest.
He kisses the top of her head. "I wouldn't have missed it for the fuckin' world."
She shifts so she can look at him. "You never complain about doing the stuff that I like. I can't say the same. Especially with sports." She giggles.
"You still hang out with me." He pulls her head down to give her a kiss. "Even if you're on your fuckin' iPad the whole time I watch a football game."
She laughs again. "I guess you're better at this relationship stuff than I am. I have to learn to compromise." She runs her thumb over his bottom lip.
"I'm gonna let you in on a little secret." He shifts them both so he's hovering over top of her. "You look so goddamn adorable when you're happy that it doesn't really matter what we're doing as long as I can see that cute as fuck smile on your face."
"Really?" She giggles
He bends down to kiss her. "Fuck yeah," he whispers into her lips.
She kisses him back. "Well, you're pretty cute when the Redskins get a touchdown and you get all excited."
He gives Chuck a face. "I'm not cute."
She nods with a giggle. "You are."
"I'm manly." He gives her a kiss. "And rugged." He gives her another kiss and she laughs. "And dangerous," he says dramatically then kisses her again.
"Dangerous?" she asks with a smirk.
"I'll just have to fuckin' show you." He grabs ahold of her and starts to pretend to bite her.
It makes her laugh. But as he continues to play around, her body starts to respond in a less than playful way. A warmth builds inside her as she focuses on Negan's hands traveling over her skin.
Negan feels the shift and looks down at her. Before he can get any words out, Chuck pulls his face down to meet hers in a passionate kiss. Negan lets her set the pace, making sure not to push her. When she arches her chest into his, he takes that as a sign and slowly runs his hand under her shirt. The contact elicits a soft moan from Chuck and spurs Negan further.
Chuck helps Negan to remove her shirt, the garment discarded to the floor. He brings his mouth to her breast, circling her nipple with his tongue as he kneads the other with his hand.
"Negan..." she sighs and runs her fingers through his hair. She takes her other hand and starts to push down her sleep shorts and underwear.
Negan rids her of the last of her clothing, then follows suit, pulling his own boxers off and freeing his erection. He settles himself between her parted legs, but doesn't push forward. Instead, he goes back to kissing her, allowing her more time just in case she wants to change her mind.
She doesn't, though. She wants this. And right now, those usual voices that would normally be working her up into an anxious mess are actually quiet.
"Please, Negan," she whispers into his ear.
"Okay, baby." He runs his fingers over her slit, finding an ample amount of slick already there. "Fuck," he groans out.
She instinctively spreads her legs further as he swirls his fingers over her sensitive bud. "Mmm," she moans and her breathing deepens.
He starts to tease her entrance and finds that she's much more relaxed and open than the last time they had gotten this far. He slowly presses one finger into her, feeling her walls make way for him.
A soft sigh leaves her mouth when he starts to thrust his finger in and out. During her times of self exploration, she had managed to insert her own finger inside her. She hadn't managed to bring herself any pleasure through that act, though. But what Negan is currently doing is a whole different story.
He adds another finger and slowly starts to open her up more. He can feel that it will take a while to get her fully relaxed and ready for his alpha cock, so he goes slow and takes his time. When he thinks she's ready, he pulls his fingers out, bringing them to his mouth to lick off her arousal.
The sight is so erotic to Chuck that she lets out a moan.
Negan chuckles. "You ready, baby?"
She nods with her bottom lip bitten between her teeth.
Negan leans over to pull open the drawer on Chuck's nightstand. He grabs one of the omega condoms and gets it ready to be used. Then, he looks to her.
She doesn't wait for him to ask. "I'm good."
He nods and inserts the condom into her. It's a little awkward at first, considering neither of them has ever used an omega condom before, but it's not at all bad. Especially given that the alternative of not using one could result in a pregnancy.
Negan gets back in position between her legs and lines himself up at her entrance. "I'm gonna go slow."
She nods without removing her eyes from his. "I want you, Negan." She runs his hands up his chest.
"Mmm, fuck." He kisses her hard then pulls back to set his forehead on hers. "You have no fuckin' idea how much I want you."
He starts to push in slowly, allowing her the time to adjust to him. It is a little uncomfortable for Chuck, but he is making sure that he's not going fast enough to actually hurt her. When he's fully sheathed inside her, they both let out a heavy breath.
"You feel fuckin' amazing, baby girl."
She moans at the praise. "Negan..." She wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him closer to her.
After a moment, he starts to move, pulling in and out shallowly until she's used to the feel of the movement. He starts move more freely until he's pulling out almost the whole way and pushing back in, keeping his pace slow and steady.
"Fuck, this is perfect." He plants his nose into the crook of her neck on the left side, right by her mating spot.
She instinctively tilts her head to the side to allow him the room. "Oh, Negan." All she wants is to be covered by Negan, so she wraps her legs around his waist and tightens her arms around him. It changes her position and allows him to enter her more deeply.
"Fuck," he groans against her neck. The scent coming from her mating spot seems to intensify causing him to place an open mouth kiss there.
As the heat builds between them, so does the urge for Negan to claim her. That's something they hadn't discussed, though, so it's certainly not going to happen. He pulls his face away from her neck starts to kiss her fervently.
Chuck starts to moan more as the pleasure builds. "I'm close," she calls out breathlessly.
"Me, too." He quickens his pace, chasing that end. He can feel his knot start to swell, his body reacting to the omega pheromones automatically.
"Oh god!" She arches her back as her hips buck of their own accord. She can feel his knot, too, as it starts to catch at her entrance.
"Fuck," Negan hisses through gritted teeth. He sets his forehead on hers as he continues to thrust his hips into hers.
"Negan, I'm gonna cum," she whispers.
"Fuckin' cum, Omega."
Her whole body tenses as the pleasure builds exponentially. Then it snaps, her body practically folding in on itself as the intense orgasm rips through her. "Alpha!" she screams as she body shakes and shivers through the orgasm.
That's all it takes for Negan, the title falling from her lips has his knot suddenly swelling as he cums into to condom. "Fffffuck," he groans and grinds his hips into her as far as he can.
Her legs start to shake as she comes down from the high. "Mmm." She pulls him closer to her again, wanting as much contact with his body as she can.
"Fuck," he breathes out. He has to purposely move his face away from her neck because if he doesn't, he's afraid that he'll claim her right then and there. Post orgasm, the urge is all the more intense.
He shifts them so she's mostly laying on top of him, since his knot is still swollen inside her, preventing him from pulling out. They lay there for a moment as they catch their breath, both of them softly caressing each other's skin. Chuck just likes the feel of his skin, but his action is more primal. He's covering her with his scent as it comes from his wrists as a way to mark her as his without claiming her.
"You okay?" Negan finally whispers into her temple.
"Mmhmm," she answers sleepily, her hand slowly moving over his chest turning more sluggish.
She falls asleep a few minutes later, but Negan's knot is still swollen inside her. He figured it would take longer than normal to go down, considering he hasn't knotted anyone in over a decade. He actually wasn't sure he could even pop his knot anymore. That is, until that first rut hit him and he surrounded himself in Chuck's scent.
There is, of course, another explanation for his prolonged knot. As well as the overwhelming urge to claim her. As much as he's been fine with taking things slow, his body has other ideas. His alpha side already sees Chuck as his, so he's pushing Negan to make it official with a claim. He's also pushing Negan to fill Chuck with pups; the extended knot making pregnancy more likely. Not that there's going to be a baby at all, since they used a condom, but Negan's alpha doesn't know that.
It takes about an hour for Negan's knot to subside enough for him to pull out, all the while, Chuck is sleeping deeply. Negan gets rid of the condom and cleans her up, making sure not to wake her. When he gets back in bed, he pulls her back into his side and she cuddles into him automatically. It doesn't take Negan too long to join her in a restful sleep.
The next morning, Negan, unfortunately, has to go to work. As much as he doesn't want to wake Chuck from her peaceful sleep, he's not going to just leave without talking to her.
"Wake up, baby girl." He shakes her a little.
She lets out a contented sigh and stretches a little. "Morning," she says with a sleepy smile.
"Morning." He leans down to kiss her. "I have to go to work."
Her smile fades. "Oh yeah."
"Trust me, I wanna fuckin' stay here with you, but I don't have a whole lot of fuckin' sick days left anymore."
She yawns. "Okay."
"Are you okay?" He tucks some of her hair behind her ear.
She smiles again, but her eyes are barely open. "I'm okay, Negan."
"Okay." He kisses her and starts to get out of bed. "I'll see you later." He leans down to kiss her again.
"Bye," she says quietly and snuggles back into the pillows.
Later that day while at work, Negan makes sure to keep in touch with Chuck via text. As he walks to the deli for lunch, he starts to talk to her.
Just sold a fucken truck and now I'm out to lunch he sends.
Good job on the sale! she writes back.
I always sell more when I'm in a good mood
Can I take credit for that? She chuckles to herself.
You definitely can take credit for that He sends that then sends another. Do you feel ok
She giggles at his concern. I'm a little sore, but I'm fine.
Sorry bbgirl I didn't want to hurt you
You didn't hurt me. It was perfect.
He smiles as he reads the words. Perfect huh. It was perfect for me too
Negan looks up from his phone to see where he's going. He's still a couple blocks from the deli, just passing the Noble Moon Cafe. The memory of seeing Chuck sitting at one of their outside tables with Eldritch sends a twinge of possessiveness down his spine. The restaurant door opens up in front of Negan and none other than Eldritch himself walks out.
"You've gotta be fuckin' kidding me," Negan says to himself as he pauses his motion.
Eldritch turns his head and meets Negan's gaze. He knew that Negan walked by this cafe sometimes on his lunch break, but this impromptu meeting was completely unplanned.
Negan walks up to Eldritch. "You fuckin' following me?"
Eldritch lets out a smug laugh, acting like he doesn't care about Negan. "No. I was having lunch with some colleagues." He scratches at his beard. "What was it? Neegar? Naygel?"
"You know my fuckin' name's Negan, prick."
"I've only met you once and I really haven't given you a second thought," Eldritch lies.
"That's why you fuckin' hacked my phone to spy on me?"
"Do you have any proof of that?" He gives Negan a smirk, knowing full well that he left no evidence to use against him.
Negan glares at Eldritch. "Just stay the fuck away from me and my omega."
Eldritch's face instantly falls. "You claimed her?"
It's Negan's turn to smirk now. "I thought you didn't fuckin' care about us."
Eldritch huffs out breaths from his flared nostrils for a moment before settling himself. "You didn't fucking claim her," he states with a maniacal smile on his face.
"Keep fuckin' telling yourself that." Negan takes a step into Eldritch's space and leans toward his ear. "But it sure as fuck wasn't your knot making her sweet omega pussy cum last night," he whispers.
Eldritch lets out a growl and pushes Negan away from him.
Negan just laughs it off and takes a step back. "What?" he asks in a mocking tone. He's pretty sure Eldritch isn't going to do anything, considering they're on a busy sidewalk and there are already looky-loos just waiting to see if these two alphas are going to butt heads. But even if Eldritch throws a punch, Negan would still win because he'd sure as fuck press charges and that would get Eldritch in the system.
When Eldritch turns to walk away, Negan chuckles low in his chest. "That's fuckin' right, bitch," he mutters under his breath and continues on his way.
All day long, Chuck is equal parts giddy and anxious. She keeps going over what happened last night and can't help herself from smiling like an idiot at the memory of it. But then there's the fact that she hasn't really talked about it with Negan yet. Do they need to talk about it? Do people normally have a discussion when they have sex for the first time? Or do they just move on and that's that?
When Negan gets home, he greets Chuck before heading over to his apartment to take off his work clothes. Then he goes back over to Chuck's again.
"How was work?" she asks from her couch.
He sits down next to her. "It was fuckin' fine." He decides not to tell her about his run in with Eldritch.
"That's good."
He leans over and gives Chuck a kiss. "How was your day?"
"Okay." She smiles up at him.
He reaches over and pulls her into his lap so she's straddling him. "You good, baby girl?"
She giggles at him and places her hands on his chest. "I'm good."
He rubs his hands over her thighs. "You still sore?"
She shrugs a little. "Not really."
"Good." He wraps his arms around her and pulls her into him. "Have you been in that head of yours?"
She giggles at his question, since it seems that he knows her well enough to know that she would be overthinking things. "A little bit, maybe."
"Well, what are you thinking about?"
She pulls back to look at him. "I liked what happened last night."
He smiles. "I like what fuckin' happened, too."
"Is it weird that..." She keeps her eyes on her fingers as she trails them down his chest, "that it felt so... so..."
Negan isn't sure what she's going to say, but he's actually a little anxious that she's going to say something negative.
She completes her thought, "...right?"
He lets out a little chuckle, relieved at what she said. "Why would that be weird?"
"I don't know. Because it was the first time...? Like, don't people usually have to build up to that?"
He cradles her face in his hands. "Don't fuckin' worry about what other people do. If it felt right to you, it was right. I'm fuckin' telling you right now that it felt fuckin' right to me."
She smiles. "Really?"
"Fuck yeah."
She leans down and kisses him. "When can we do it again?"
He flips them around on the couch, causing Chuck to squeal at the motion. "Whenever you want, baby girl," he answers as he hovers over her.
Things progress over the next week between Chuck and Negan now that sex is something they are enjoying. Despite the awkwardness of it, Chuck tells her mother about about finally sleeping with Negan. Diane isn't exactly happy to discuss the details of it, but she's glad that Chuck was open with her. She's also glad that Chuck seems very happy with her relationship with Negan. The fears she had about Negan are proving to be unfounded as he's been nothing but patient and gentle with her.
Chuck informs Dr. Bailey of the development, as well. The doctor ends up sending Chuck a questionnaire for her and Negan to fill out and send back. It's awkward, but not as awkward as having to talk about all that face to face. Dr. Bailey gets the information all the same, regardless, so she's happy.
Chuck drives out to her uncle Aaron's house as he prepares to go on his trip to memorialize Eric. Diane is there, too, since she is going to be driving Aaron to the airport.
"Hey, Chucky," Aaron greets as she walks through the front door.
"Hey, Uncle Aaron." Chuck bends down to pet the shaggy dog that greets her at her feet.
"Thanks for watching Mozart for me," Aaron says to Chuck as he gets his bag ready to go out to the car.
"I love Mozart!" Chuck calls out and bends down to ruffle the excited dog a little more. "I wish I could have a dog at my apartment, but I'll just have to settle for spoiling this one for the week."
Aaron chuckles. "He will certainly let you spoil him."
Chuck straightens back up to face Aaron. "You're okay with Negan staying here, too, right?"
Aaron lets out a sigh. "Yeah... Just... wash the sheets before I get back."
Chuck's face blooms red at his insinuation.
Diane slaps him on the arm. "Aaron," she chides.
He turns to his sister. "What?" He shrugs. "Was that really that unfounded? I'm pretty sure we all know what a sleepover with Negan will entail."
"Okay, okay!" Chuck calls out with a wave of her hands. "Let's not talk about this, please!"
"Yes, please," Diane agrees.
"Alright." Aaron's goes over to Chuck and hugs her. "Send me pictures of Mozart while I'm gone."
She hugs him back. "I will."
"I'll bring you back some souvenirs."
Chuck giggles and pulls back. "I'll be reading your posts online."
He nods. "I just hope I can do Eric justice. He was always the better writer."
Diane pats him on the shoulder in reassurance. "You'll do just fine."
When Aaron and Diane leave, Chuck curls up on the couch with her laptop to get some work done. Mozart, of course, wants all of Chuck's attention, so he jumps up right beside her, plopping his head down in her lap and making it impossible for her to type.
She laughs at the dog. "What are you doing, buddy?" She scratches him behind the ears and he takes that as permission to get further into her lap to lick her face. "Mozart!" she calls out, though she makes no move to stop him. Instead, she grabs her phone and takes a selfie of the onslaught of puppy kisses.
Of course, she sends it to Negan, who looks at it immediately.
Fucken adorable he responds.
Mozart wants to meet you!
Shit I love dogs. Can't wait
She sees that Negan is still writing, so she waits.
How the duck do I do one of those faces he finally sends.
She laughs. I'll show you when you get here.
Put that picture on facebook its cute as duck Negan doesn't do the whole Facebook thing, but Chuck has shown him some stuff before, so he knows what it is.
Chuck laughs at the repeated autocorrect fail that he must not have noticed. You sure are saying duck a lot. she teases.
It keeps changing it. Fucken annoying
I'll add it to your dictionary.
Chuck takes Negan's suggestion and posts the picture on Facebook with a caption saying that she's dogsitting her uncle's dog. She gets a few likes from some of her acquaintances and some comments on how cute Mozart is.
Later on that night, Negan arrives.
"Wow," he says as he comes in and looks around. "This place is fuckin' nice."
"Yeah," Chuck agrees. "My uncles bought this cabin and completely remodeled it."
He looks around the kitchen at all the high end appliances and lets out a whistle. "They put some money into this place."
Chuck lets out a little laugh. "They did alright. And it didn't hurt that Eric's family is pretty rich."
"Ah." Negan raises his eyebrows. "Makes sense."
Mozart makes his presence known, since Negan hasn't properly said hello to him yet, by pawing at his legs.
"Hey, there," Negan says to the dog and starts to pet him. "You're a good boy, huh?"
Mozart wags his tail excitedly at the attention.
"He a mutt?" Negan asks as he continues to run his hands over the dog's fur.
"Yeah. Aaron and Eric found him as a puppy on the street and brought him home."
After they eat dinner, they cuddle up on the couch and watch some tv.
"Shit, I love fuckin' fireplaces," Negan mentions not for the first time after he had insisted on starting a fire in the living room.
"Should I tell Aaron you want to move in?" Chuck jokes.
"You think he'd let me?" he jokes back. "Honestly, this place is fuckin' perfect. I love this setup with the fuckin' sitting room." He gestures to the room around them. "Lots of fuckin' windows to let the sun in. Away from the city so it's fuckin' quiet."
"It is in the middle of nowhere," she adds.
"I don't mind. No nosy ass neighbors peeking their heads over the fence. No getting woken up by some fuckin' car alarm on the street."
"The possibility of getting eaten by a bear..." she kids.
He pulls her in closer. "I would fight off any bears that even think of eating you."
She laughs. "You're just buttering me up thinking it'll get you some."
"Is it fuckin' working?"
"Maybe."
Early the next morning, Negan wakes up to get ready for work. Since Aaron's house is much further away than Negan's apartment, he has to get up about an hour earlier than usual. Especially since he's going to be stuck in the rush hour traffic of everyone trying to get into the city for work.
He looks down at Chuck cuddled into his side and lets out a contented sigh. He has thoroughly enjoyed this last week of having a lot of sex with Chuck. After that first hiccup where she had a panic attack, he wasn't sure if she was ever going to be ready. But she has been nothing but enthusiastic this past week, and so has he.
He moves her hair off her face and places a kiss on the top of her head. "I gotta get up, sweetheart," he whispers loud enough to wake her but not enough to jar her.
She takes in a deep breath and stretches a little. "Morning," she says sleepily.
Negan can't help but smile. "Fuck, I don't wanna get up." He cuddles her in tighter.
"Your boss will hate you if you play hooky," she says without even opening her eyes.
"You're fuckin' right," he groans and nudges Chuck to scoot over so he can get out of bed.
"See you later," Chuck says with a yawn.
"Let me see them titties real quick to tide me over."
She giggles, but complies, rolling over on her back and pulling down the blanket to expose her bare breasts.
"Goddamn, baby girl. Mm," he groans.
She giggles again, though she's halfway asleep.
Negan bends down and pulls the blanket back up to cover her. "Go back to sleep," he whispers then gives her a sweet kiss. "I'll see you after work."
Sometime later, a faint alpha smell on the air starts to rouse Chuck from her sleep. When she hears a creak on the steps outside her room, she jolts further awake and realizes that the scent doesn't belong to Negan. Fear courses through her veins when she figures out that she recognizes the scent.
Eldritch she thinks.
Chuck gets out of bed as quickly and quietly as she can and grabs her phone off the nightstand. She ducks into the adjoining bathroom and locks the door behind her. Finding a bathrobe hanging on a hook, she slips it on to cover her naked body before she dials 911 on her phone. When she hits the button to initiate the call, she sees that she has no signal and no WiFi, which shouldn't be the case. It's truly unfortunate because Aaron's house has no home phone, so she has no way to get any help now.
Unbeknownst to Chuck, Eldritch had made sure to disconnect the internet and set up a signal blocker for the sole purpose of preventing Chuck from contacting anyone. He knew that Negan would be at work, leaving Chuck all alone for most of the day. The isolation of her uncle's home played well into his plan, too.
Back in the city, Negan is trying to make his first sale of the day when the hair starts to stand on the back of his neck and goosebumps break out all over his skin. He isn't sure what's happening, but he has an overwhelming urge to check on Chuck.
"Are you okay?" the young man asks Negan when the color leaves his face.
"Uh," Negan clears his throat. "I just have to make a phone call. Excuse me." As he walks away, he dials Chuck's number. It doesn't even ring, but goes straight to voicemail. "Come on, Chuck," he mutters to himself. He doesn't realize that by not ringing, that means that the call isn't going through at all. He redials and when her voicemail greeting starts to play again, he hangs up and scratches the back of his neck. "Fuck," he says under his breath as he comes to a decision.
Without saying a word to anyone else, he leaves the dealership and gets in his car, peeling out of the parking lot like a bat out of hell. After a few minutes of driving, he calls Chuck's number again, only to hear her voicemail just like before.
"Motherfuck!" he yells and weaves around the city roads to head out of the city even faster.
Chuck hears the door to the bedroom open so she stays perfectly still in the adjoining bathroom for a moment. She notices the other door in the bathroom which leads out to the hall. She very quietly walks out the door, but realizes that to get to the stairs and subsequently to her car, she has to walk past the open door that leads back into the guest bedroom where Eldritch currently is. She hears him trying to open the still locked bathroom door from inside the bedroom and takes her chance, pushing forward closer to the stairs.
Eldritch sees the movement through the doorway out of the corner of his eye and makes his move, rushing out of the room toward Chuck. She's already halfway down the stairs when Eldritch gets to them, but he descends them much more quickly than she does. When she gets to the bottom and turns to head toward the garage, Eldritch catches up with her and pushes her against a wall from behind, using his weight to pin her there. She tries with all her might to push back against him, but it's no use.
"Stop," he says firmly and takes her right arm and pins it above her head.
"What are you doing?" she squeals in fear, still struggling against his hold as her right cheek is plastered to the wall.
He pushes against her harder and leans his face closer to her ear. "Relax," he growls. When she doesn't comply, he squeezes her wrist painfully. "I said relax!"
She lets out a whimper at his action and decides to heed his words, afraid at what he might do if she didn't.
When she relaxes in front of him, he moves his free hand to pull down the collar of the robe, exposing the left side of her neck. "I knew he didn't claim you," he says as he moves his hand to trace his fingers over her intact mating spot. "Then when I saw that picture you posted, I knew what I had to do."
She's so afraid of what he means. "Please don't do this," she cries out. "Please don't hurt me!"
He pulls back a little like he's offended. "I'm not going to hurt you, Omega. I'm going to make you mine. Like how it's supposed to be."
"I'm not yours!"
He flips her around to face him and wraps the fingers of his left hand around her throat. "Yes you are," he growls in her face.
Her heart almost beats out of her chest, she's so scared. "Please don't do this."
He pulls her off the wall and drags her to the sitting room, pushing her toward the couch.
"Present, Omega," he demands.
She knows what that means. He wants her to get on all fours so he can mount her, knot her, and claim her. Just the thought make her want to vomit.
"No!" she screams as she tightens her arms around herself.
He stomps forward and pushes her down on the couch. "Stop fighting me, Chuck," he growls.
"No!"
"Submit to me!" he finally commands in his alpha voice.
It scares Chuck, because it definitely affects her. She feels a push to comply, but it's not like when Negan has used his own voice on her. It always felt right to obey him, but this just feels wrong.
She fights back against the compulsion and launches herself toward Eldritch. Flattening her palms, she swiftly hits both his ears at the same time, causing very painful damage to his eardrums.
"Fuck!" he screams and goes down to his knees in pain as he cradles his head.
She takes the opportunity run down the hall to the end table by the garage door where she knows she left her car keys. They aren't there, though. As she starts to frantically search around for them, Eldritch has the time to recover.
"Looking for these?" he calls out as he steps toward her, jingling her keys in his hand.
Her eyes go wide as her only means of escape seems to slip through her hands. The house is surrounded by miles of forest and she'd never make it out and away from him on foot. Her only hope was to get to her car, but Eldritch had been one step ahead of her.
Even if she doesn't have a plan, she has to get away from him. She turns to open the garage door, but Eldritch rushes forward and wraps his arms around her, pulling her back into the kitchen. She fights hard, kicking her legs out and throwing her arms back to try to hit his face. He suddenly lifts her up as far as he can and slams her to the ground. She lets out a cry of pain as she feels something in her arm pop when she lands hard on the tiled floor.
Chuck passes out momentarily from the pain of her broken arm. When she comes to, she's laying on the couch, now completely naked. Eldritch is standing right beside her, staring down at her. He's now shirtless and his pants are undone.
"I didn't want to hurt you," he states flatly. "But you have to obey me."
"Please, Mr. Ruben-"
"Don't call me that!" he screams.
"I'm sorry," she whines. "I'm sorry, Eldritch."
"No. Call me Alpha. I'm your alpha."
Tears stream down her face as she realizes that she won't be able to stop what's most likely about to happen to her. He's so much stronger than her as it is, but now she can't even use her arm.
"Please," she whines again with her injured arm clutched to her chest.
He shakes his head. "You let that man trick you. Manipulate you into thinking that you're his. But you're mine." He bends down and places his nose against her neck. "I knew it the second I smelled you," he whispers into her neck, then snakes his tongue out to lick the skin there.
She starts to sob. "I don't want this. Please..."
"You'll change your mind once I claim you." He flips her around on her stomach. "Once you're pull of my pups."
"No!" She screams out and throws her head back, hitting him right on the nose and breaking it instantly.
"Fucking bitch!" He pushes down hard on her back which causes a searing pain to go through her arm as its pushed into the couch.
She screams at the pain. "Stop!" she cries out.
He curls the fingers of his right hand into her hair and wrenches her head up. "I'd like to do this the proper way and claim you as I knot you, but you're making this so fucking difficult." He pushes his face closer to her mating spot. "You'll be much more compliant after I bite you."
It's like everything goes in slow motion. He curls his head around her and opens his mouth, baring his teeth.
No matter what, Chuck is not going to let herself get claimed by this man. Before he bites into her mating spot at the crook of her neck, she bucks her hips out, hitting him in the crotch and causing him to curl more into himself. He's determined, though, and his motion isn't stopped. She tries to pull away, but doesn't get that far before his teeth are sinking into her shoulder.
She screams in anguish, but all she feels is pain. Not a bond to him. Not the urge to submit. Just pain.
The door crashes open and Negan comes barreling in. "No!" he booms in a loud growl.
Eldritch lifts his head, his mouth covered with Chuck's blood. He has a smug quip waiting in the wings about how Negan is too late, but he doesn't get the chance to say it as Negan rushes over and pulls him off of Chuck, throwing him across the room.
Negan gets on top of him, throwing wild punches into his face and growling like and animal. Eldritch is much heavier than Negan, though, and gains the upper hand, flipping them around so he's on top.
Eldritch starts to strangle Negan as he fruitlessly fights back. "I'm gonna fucking kill you, old man. And I'm gonna knot my omega right in front of your corpse."
Chuck jumps off the couch and throws her good arm around Eldritch's neck, trying to choke him out and pull him off Negan at the same time. It's not effective, though, because she can't use her broken arm. Eldritch takes both his hands off Negan and turns to push Chuck away.
"Stay back," he commands, but it has no effect as she comes forward again to try to pull him off Negan.
As Negan coughs and sputters trying to catch his breath, Eldritch is distracted by how Chuck can disobey him. If he had claimed her, she shouldn't be able to.
"I said stay back!" When she swings her good arm to hit him, he pushes her away harshly, sending her to the floor.
Negan takes his chance and lunges forward, burying his own teeth into Eldritch's neck, right at his scent gland. He yanks his head back, ripping the flesh from Eldritch's throat with a wet squelch.
Eldritch lets out a sharp cry as he throws his hands up to stem the bleeding. There's nothing that can be done, though, as he bleeds out in seconds, dead before he hits the ground.
Negan pushes him off and rushes to Chuck, who is in a state of shock. She sees Negan coming at her with blood dripping from his lips and instinctively pushes herself back on the floor.
He doesn't stop and almost jumps on top of her, shoving his nose into her bloodstained neck. After a claim is made, the scent coming from an omega's mating spot is changed almost immediately as it will contain a bit of her alpha's scent forever. Negan is fully expecting to smell Eldritch on Chuck, but all he smells is her.
"Negan," she whimpers and he pulls back to look at her.
"He didn't fuckin' claim you," he says in astonishment. He knows there's a bite there, but somehow Eldritch had missed her mating spot.
"He missed?" she asks just as astonished.
Negan wipes some of her blood off of her shoulder to see the bite more clearly. "He fuckin' missed."
He pulls her into a hug, but she lets out a whimper of pain. "Shit," he pushes back away from her.
"My arm's broken," she explains as tears stream from her eyes.
"Goddamnit." Negan looks around and finds the robe on the floor. "I better call the cops." He puts the robe over Chuck's shoulders to cover her.
Negan pulls out his phone, but there's no service. "Shit," he mutters. "No signal."
Chuck starts to look around, figuring that Eldritch must have been using a jammer. Or else they are just that unlucky that service dropped right when they needed it. She finds a black box set up by the door and points to it. "That needs turned off, I think." She sniffles and wipes her cheek.
Negan walks over and kicks the box, smashing it to pieces. He instantly gets full service and dials Rick's number.
"Hello," Rick answers after a few rings.
"Eldritch attacked Chuck and I fuckin' killed him," Negan blurts out.
Rick's eyes go wide at that. "Don't say anything more. Where are you?"
"A fuckin' cabin in the woods. I can text you the address."
"Do that. I'll call it in and send ems. Don't say anything to anyone until I get there." Rick starts to head for his cruiser in anticipation of leaving. "Is Chuck okay?"
"She has a broken arm and a bite on her shoulder. Motherfucker tried to claim her."
"Hang up and send me the address."
Negan does just that, then goes over to hug Chuck, making sure that he doesn't hit her arm. As the reality of what she just went through dawns on her, she starts to sob.
"It's okay, sweetheart," he coos into the top of her head with a kiss. "Let's wait outside."
He escorts her to the door, making sure to steer her away from Eldritch's dead body, then sits her down on the porch to wait for Rick. Not to mention the craziness that's going to hit him considering he just murdered another alpha. But he's not going to worry Chuck with all that yet. Instead, he pulls her into his side just trying to comfort her.