Desired Age: 16-25

Ben checked off the box, feeling no shame in wanting someone younger than his 30-year-old self. Every Health and Sex-Ed class he'd ever taken, as well as State-Mandated Alpha Orientation Classes that he had been required to attend after College and still once every year, had always said to go younger when looking for an Omega.

It was something about being closer to the Omega's presentation that helped with the odds of having more pups, but also a definite confirmation that a miscarriage was near impossible. Ben would be a stone-faced liar if he said mating with a high school student wasn't a porn specification he hadn't dabbled in.

But Ben knew Alphas who took young—like, really young. Armitage Hux had taken a 15-year-old Rose Tico on her way to school, but hadn't mated her until she was in her sophomore year of high school. Rose had given birth to their first child the end of junior year and Armitage saw no point to not knocking her up every chance he had.

Ben had met Rose time and time again, watching her bright young smile swell every time one of her pups mewled for affection, or whenever Armitage pulled her close and kissed her breathless. Ben would never let the other Alpha know how much he envied them.

Desired Height: Not Specified

Ben was tall, much taller than nearly every person on the street whenever he strode out to retrieve groceries or a greasy slice from his favorite pizza place a couple of blocks away. He'd been born large—His mother Leia, an Omega in body but Alpha in heart, had said that she'd ben in labor for 27 hours trying to push his 'massive rock head out of her quarter sized hole'.

Ben was large all around; big shoulders, dominant nose with a strong jaw, massive hands with foreboding forearms, thick thighs and strong legs. But his cock was way above average, and he only hoped the Omega would be big enough to take him and his knot.

He was the only son of Ben and Leia Solo, and Leia had threatened to cut of Han's balls if he got her pregnant again. But Ben had heard the stories behind closed doors, that his mother had nearly bleed out on the table after he'd come out, and his father had been sedated after nearly destroying a couple of chairs in rage at the sight of his dying mate.

But she had survived, but he was the only Solo heir, and Leia had gotten more insistent with the "When are you going to settle down Ben?" or the "Have you found a sweet Omega yet Benny?"

Desired Race: Not Specified

Ben had no preference, though he'd met more than enough Alpha's who had a kink for one race or another.

Desired Sex: Female/Omega

He normally wouldn't care who he was fucking, as long as they were receptive then he was good, but this was no ordinary fuck. This was an official application for the best Mating Service in the country and he wanted to be given an Omega that he actually liked, one that he would be happy having children with.

There were Male Omegas and Female Alphas, two sides of the same small coin. Ben had a friend, Phasma, who was a Female Alpha through and through, her height nearly rivaling Ben's 6'3.

He wanted a female; he wanted to grip soft supple child bearing hips and suck on a perky soft nipple as he mated with this female he'd been craving in his mind. Alpha Classes taught about the reasoning behind most Alphas' fascination with tits, or nipples for that matter, and it had something to do with a primitive instinct from the Old Ages, the inner Alpha wishing that those breasts were always full with milk.

He would be a goddam liar to say he didn't dream of suckling sweet milk from his mates tit.

What is it you intend you receive from this service?: Mate/Rut Partner/Single Night/Fertility (8 month contract)

He clicked Mate, as if there were any doubt.

Congratulations! You've completed the main portion of this application. Now, before you're fully submitted, take a moment to check any boxes that interest you:

Knotting

Biting

Bondage

He checked off the first two with no hesitation, as well as Scent Marking and Possessive Tendencies, reluctantly choosing Violent Against Competing Alphas—but at least he was aware he had anger issues, but would never lay a hand on his Omega. Ben shuddered at the memories of seeing Omegas being dragged down the streets by Alphas who had clearly beaten the shit out of the one they were supposed to love and protect. Ben swore to never be like that.

Your form has been submitted. Expect your result in anywhere from 2-24 hours. Thank you for choosing our company to help you on this journey. Use the number below if there are any issues. Thank you!

It was a ding of the phone that had him shooting up from the couch and tripping over air, long legs striding and plopping into the black $200 chair that Armitage had given him as a new condo gift.

The email was right there; bright red dot signaling it was unread with a timestamp of one minute ago. It was nerve wracking, to drag the sleek wireless mouse and click, watching the browser load the email that held his fate.

Congratulations! We've found a match for you: Ben Solo

Our team has been hard at work trying to find a pair that's just for you, and you seem to be in luck. The Designation: Omega that we have found for you should be to your liking. Please take a look through their profile and alert us if the Designation: Omega is not up to your standards.

There were 5 paragraphs about what to do if he didn't want the Omega they had picked, but he wanted to see her first. And there, at the bottom, was a name and a link to another account.

Rey Kenobi

Ben smiled at her name, Rey.

He clicked the link and looked through the profile; 17—okay so there was a 13-year gap between them but he didn't really care, not minding that he would probably be the one picking her up and dropping her at school. No public transportation for his Rey, too many worthless groping Alphas who would no doubt love to get their grimy hands on her. The thought of what she looked like struck him, and at the bottom, there was a picture.

His cock had a mind of its own, swelling up against his thigh at the sight of Rey Kenobi—soon to be Rey Solo, her slim lightly tanned arms thrown around he shoulders of a dark skinned and tan boy. A growl threatened to leave his throat at the thought of those two being Alphas, that wouldn't do.

He wasn't the Alpha who would take his mate out of school because they had to the power to—Armitage took Rose out during the middle of Senior Year, after going into a particularly nasty rut that had left his Rose pregnant once more and simply unable to be around other Alphas.

Ben knew what he was capable of; knew that he could take Rey and keep her in his house, the nest she would hopefully make for them, and have her be swollen with his pups—the thin white shirt she wore held two relatively small breasts that he would truly pay to see fill with milk. He wanted Rey Kenobi in his arms, in his den, now.

But…

How was he supposed to go about this? Did he go to her school, or should be email her something like 'Hey, we're mates? Can you come live with me?"

If Han could see him now he'd laugh till his sides hurt, and there was no way Ben was calling his father for relationship advice.

But Leia…

Rey Kenobi was shocked.

She was definitely, totally, and without a doubt, shocked.

Finn looked over her shoulder and his own brows went up in shock, "Damn girl, who's the snack?"

Rey swiped her screen up and placed the phone back down, bashfully refusing to make eyes with Poe Dameron, who sat across the table and was currently trying to teach Dopheld Mikata Pre-Calculus.

Rey knew Poe liked her, wanted to mate her, but she would kindly turn him down at every corner; every school dance and nearly all the college parties he had been somehow invited to. It was no surprise that he used as much time as he could to surround himself with her, trying to get his scent on her and warn away any other Alphas.

But that was over now.

She'd been matched!

If she had been anywhere but the school library then surely a leap of joy would've leapt her through the air. The application had cost a reasonable $25, and it had been on Finn's computer the last time she had slept over, which was nearly a year ago.

The thought that someone out there, hopefully far away from Plutt, was biologically meant to be with her sent shivers down her spine. Finn grew uninterested and turned away, prompting Rey to open her phone once more.

Ben Solo

Age: 30

That made her eyebrows shot straight up. She was 17 and a high school senior, while he was 13 years her senior and probably wanted someone closer to where he was in life.

Designation: Alpha

If the picture were anything to go by, this man wouldn't be anything less than an Alpha. He looked like the types of Alpha's from nude magazines; the ones with thick cocks and bulbous knots that spurted thick pale globs of cum that would no doubt fill every hole she had to the brim.

She'd heard of Alpha's who made their mates drink glasses of cum for breakfast—Bazine said she knew an Omega who drank her Alphas spunk like it was water. Rey shook her head, hopefully Ben wouldn't do that to her.

His face was a puzzle of abnormalities; a dominating nose with lush full lips, shoulder length locks she hoped would be smooth as silk, and shoulders better built for a Samsung Fridge. This man was an absolute unit.

There was no denying the fact that he was positively enormous; it made her thighs press harshly together to try to stop any slick from forming in her panties. If any Alpha caught whiff of virgin slick, it would be an uphill battle, no doubt Poe standing above the rest with her in his arms, victorious and swelling with Alpha pride.

But his reign was no more, as the image of one Ben Solo crashed through the walls of her fragile mind, his tree trunk arms sweeping her into a chest made from marble and mind numbing lips pressing against hers. Rey was very much picturing them as a one of the pictures off of those Omega Love Books that Poe made fun of.

Her foster father Unkar Plutt liked to laugh at her when her caught her reading them, "You think an Alpha is ever going with some abandoned piece of trash like you?" then give a gut wrenching laugh when she fled with teary eyes to her bedroom.

Would he… would Ben take her away from Plutt? Would he truly be the knight in shining armor that, no—she hadn't been waiting for one, but had dreamed since she was a child would come and ride her off into the sunset.

"Anyone in there?" Finn playfully knocked on her forehead.

"I think I see a little drool." Finn flicked her chin and stuck his tongue out at her glare, Poe waving Mikata away with his completed Calculus. Poe saddled up next to Rey as she stood to pack up her things, Finn waiting patiently.

"Either of you have plans tonight? My Dad is on a business trip and Mom is staying with her sister for the week."

He paused and his eyes lit up, "You two wouldn't happen to have a free night ahead of you? Cause I know where my dad keeps the beers and the house is pretty fucking lonely. Finn, Rey, you guys down?"

His hand reached for the back pocked of his left jean cheek and produced 4 scrappily rolled blunts. "Two for me and one for each of you."

Finn thought about it for a moment and nodded with a smirk, "Sure man, what time?"

The two boys talked it over while Rey bit her lip, wanting to go home and check out her Alpha—Ben Solo's—profile. She wondered if there was a number or email to contact him.

"Rey, you coming?" She shook her head and Poe's eyebrows crinkled, his voice curiously remarking, "But you never miss our hang outs Rey-bean. C'mon, it'll be fun."

"I uhm, I need to get home. Plutt has a curfew for school days so maybe this weekend would be better?"

Poe didn't look as though he was accepting of her excuse and opened his mouth, most likely to pester her about all the fun she'd be missing, and luckily Finn cut in, "Ah, it's cool then. See you later."

She watched as Finn tugged Poe down the street and made her own way home, ear buds in and humming a tune. It was a thirty-seven minute walk to the place she called home, and cringed at the sight of Plutt's care in the cracked driveway.

It was never a pleasant experience to come home to her foster father Unkar Plutt, especially when he was no doubt drunk and fresh of a loosing game of pool. He was so far in debt it made Rey's head spin.

She closed the door with a soft click and tiptoed past a sleeping Plutt, who seemed to have drunk one too many beers while an action movie played on the old TV, creeping up the stairs and locking her door. She always changed her clothes, easily tugging off the A-Cup sized bra and throwing on a baggy tank, stepping out of her jeans and sliding on a pair of loose sweats before plopping on the bed.

Ben's profile was still open and her eyes took in every word. His description was nearly nonexistent, and his list of preferences was labeled as private. There were a few more pictures of him, and she mindlessly scratched at the gland on her neck as she looked through.

God, he was huge. It made her wet to think about the things he'd do to her, if he- if he wanted her that is. She ignored the tingle between her thighs and did a quick Google Search of his name, wanted to make sure he wasn't some wanted killer. And boy howdy, he sure was not.

One of the first things listed was his net worth.

What even is that?

Rey dropped her phone to the bed and hide her face in her hands, groaning low in utter defeat.

Ben Solo was totally, definitely, and without a doubt, out of her league.

But that doesn't mean his name didn't leave her lips when she fingered herself that night.