They'd coupled three times already, not counting the frenzied moments of oral pleasure exchanged in between the penetration.

Staring into his Omega's misty blue eyes, Beau could see the lively spark of passion burning. Jack needed more and he was more than happy to oblige.

Beau ran long fingers through the Omega's sweaty locks before tugging his head back, exposing the tender and so far, unmarked neck. The Beta wanted to bite hard enough to break skin and leave a scar so everyone knew Jack was taken.

It was a step not to be taken lightly but with Beau graduating and Jack with several years to go, the Beta worried about the unattended Omega around so many males.

"Do I ask or just bite…"

Jack loved the rough tug on his hair and the way the Beta took charge. He made a mental note to ask for more manhandling once he got up the nerve. The Omega simply wanted this over with; he'd waited too damn long for Beau to claim him and was tired of stopping at hickeys.

Jack involuntarily pumped his hips in the air, his erection slapped against his flat belly and the sound of it made both of them all the more heated. He moaned, "Do it, amecia mea."

Latin was one of the unsexy languages but coming from Jack it was a turn on. Beau bit down hard at the crook his neck. It was best to get it over with quickly because it was very painful. Once he tasted blood the Beta let go and went on one elbow in order to admire his handiwork. It was a good bite, deep enough to scar. He lapped at the trickle of blood.

Even though there were tears running down his flushed cheeks Jack made very little noise during his claiming. He surprised Beau by shoving him on his back then sitting atop the Beta's hips in one swift motion. The frisky Omega bent his limber body to reach his boyfriend's neck and bit him in the same spot so they matched. It took two tries to break the skin and it hurt like hell for the Beta but it was a welcome pain.

Beau grabbed Jack by the shoulders and pushed him back up, "ride my cock, rise up and get the head inside your pussy then take a slow ride down." Jack missed his hole once but figured it out quickly and did as his man told him; he took that slow ride down and it felt incredible. Even with all of Mother Nature's tweaks giving Omegas extra depth to accommodate big studs, Jack had some trouble.

They fucked as only young lovers could, hard, raw and desperate. In their carefree revelry Jack and Beau both let loose with the dirty talk and sounds of pleasure.

…

Dean had his ear to the wall listening to the noisy couple next door, "God damn, those two are going at it like rabbits."

"Dean!"

"What? It's a turn on! Sounds like an Omega getting banged. Little bitch is getting the poling of his life…lucky whore." He waved his husband, who was pretending to be disgusted, over. "Just listen."

Castiel rolled his eyes before put his ear to the wall. He could make out the sounds of two people in the throes of passion. It was indeed a turn on. He gave Dean an open hand crack on the ass and growled, "On the dresser."

The Omega practically skipped over to the dresser and sat on top, legs spread and knees up, "Come get some. Call me a slut or something; I'm up for some sailor talk."

Dean laughed when Castiel got a little rough with him and got a slap across the face for his impertinence. He could tell the Alpha had held back but it still stung. His man sure knew how to get his pussy wet.

"Dirty whore, always begging to get your cunt filled. You can't get enough can you?"

"No Sir, I sure can't I'm a huge slut."

….

"Can't wait for the pizza, Jacob, get me some candy bars even though it's snowing outside…always bossing me around…"

Jacob paused outside a room where there was a crack on the curtain. He looked around before peeking in to see what he could see and the Beta got an eyeful. Some Omega was sitting on the dresser; legs open wide and head back while a male fucked his brains out. It was one of the hottest things the eighteen year old had ever laid eyes on.

…..

Tomas carried the pizzas two at a time to the long row of doors of the retro motel built in the 1950's. At number six a tall, young woman answered the door. He took a good look at her rack that was practically eye level for the short man. She was a generous tipper. At number seven a man with the bluest eyes this side of heaven answered the door. Tomas noted the room stunk like dog kennel. Blue Eyes was a shitty tipper. At number eight a strapping young guy with a perpetual tan answered the door. He only tipped a dollar but the kid's smile was so warm Tomas didn't mind.

As Tomas carefully pulled his vehicle out of the slippery, snow covered driveway, a crimson Escalade pulled in the lot. It was too fine a vehicle to be at a place like this. Maybe fireworks were coming. The Night Owl was no stranger to quarreling couples and the occasional jealous lover searching for their partner. The driver was happy his shift was over.

…

Grace was only on her first slice when there was a bang on the door. "It's not locked dufus!"

The door opened up and there stood Isabelle still in her iridescent, gossamer-like gown she wore to the dance and looking every bit the fairy queen. Grace bolted to her feet but she just stood there staring at her former lover, too shocked to know what to say. Isabelle didn't have that problem.

"This is all bullshit, Gracie. You know damn well you're not happy with him."

"Izzy, go home."

"Baby, I've known you forever. You're happiest with someone who knows how to treat your pussy right. You even admitted it to me." Isabelle hiked up the bottom of her damp dress and went over to Grace and cupped her cheek and smiled when Grace closed her eyes and leaned into it.

Grace felt at peace for the first time in a long time.

Isabelle kissed her, mingling their painted lips together and leaving smears of red and pink across each other's faces as the kissing became more frenzied. Isabelle cooed "I love you, princess."

"What the fuck is going on?"

Jacob dropped the candy bars his girlfriend insisted he buy from the vending machine, all over the floor.

From there it all went to hell in a hand basket.

….

Jack froze mid bite of pizza when he heard a very familiar voice just outside their room.

"Grace?"

He pulled on his jeans, slipped on his sneakers and headed out the door with Beau right behind him.

….

Castiel shook his head as Dean grabbed a third slice of pizza, "I have no idea how you keep such a good figure with the way you eat."

They heard a commotion right next door. Dean dropped his slice when he heard their son Jack say loudly, "Grace, no."

…..

"She doesn't want you, Jacob, she needs a female!"

"Piss off, Isabelle, she's mine. Grace needs stability and all you do is confuse her!"

Grace tried to get in the middle but her little brother who appeared from nowhere and shirtless, grabbed her arm, "Grace, no."

They all turned when Dean roared, "What the fuck is going on?"

Castiel stood next to him in boxers and a trench coat and both fists were clenched.

TBC

Grace looked over at Jacob, dozing next to her and brushed an errant lock from his forehead. He smiled softly, recognizing her touch in slumber and instead of giving Grace a feeling of contentment she took her hand away as if it'd been burned.

The young woman wondered how she ended up here with him and when the end game was. Grace was feeling restless and unfulfilled lately with him. By her own admission, Jacob treated her like a queen, he was undeniably handsome in an offbeat sort of way and any female should be happy to have such a young man as their mate.

As she examined his muscles, sharp angles and everything that made him distinctly male and in that moment Grace realized what this empty feeling inside of her was. There was no replacement for the unmistakable scent, taste and feel of a female.

She'd given up Isabelle, the fiercely loyal and loving female strong enough to handle Grace and who instinctively knew exactly what she needed.

"What have I done…"

Jacob's eyes fluttered open and he went into a full body stretch. He reached over, took Grace's and kissed it.

"Want to do it before the food gets here?"

"Ummm…"

"What's wrong?"

All the passion gone now she got up and padded toward the bathroom. "Nothing's wrong. I'm going to hit the shower. Why don't you be a good boy and run down to the vending machine and load up on candy bars, I'm jonesing for chocolate."

…

"Hey Sammy, did the kids home yet….no?"

Castiel hissed, "They aren't back yet?"

Dean waved him off, "Shut it, I can't hear Sam. Did you check their rooms…living room…no…those little shits!"

Dean abruptly hung up on his brother and called Jack first. He was shocked the kid actually answered.

"Mom…I know I'm not home yet…because I'm not coming home until tomorrow morning…it's snowing like crazy outside…don't worry, Beau got us a motel room…no I'm not telling you where…as soon as the plows go out I promise I'll come back…Mom…Mom…Mom if you're going to yell I'm hanging up."

Jack hung up. A moment later Beau's phone went off.

"Oh fuck, it's your mom! What should I do?"