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“Have you heard?” Sheamus asked, stepping next to Drew.
He was at the monitor wall observing the action in the ring.
“Not so much a rumor when it’s just how packs function,” squinting down at the scene, he pressed a button on the soundboard.
“You’re such a bad liar. I can tell you’ve been thinking about this” His friend laughs it off.
Whatever button he pressed increased the volume of the audience’s cheers. He sneered, lowering it back down.
“It’s just a fact, a pack bond can only form if there’s one of each designation in the group. There would have to be an omega in the bloodline, there’s a beta too, but that’s less exciting to talk about, and probably Solo.”
Sheamus still has the smug look on his face, the lopsided smile of a world champion multiple times over.
He reaches for another panel, this time swiveling a nozzle, the speaker comes alive with static before the gruff voice of Roman sparks through the speakers.
He’s yelling at his cousins. Jimmy stands tall, his face stoic, his arms tucked behind his back. He takes the public lashing like a professional.
Except for his ears. They’re so subtly tucked back in distress. The only indicator of discomfort.
Jey’s embarrassment is more evident. His face a portrait of despair, his hands balled at his sides, he spoke first, pleading with Roman for a type of forgiveness.
Solo stands behind them both. With no real energy of any kind to describe.
“Does it change your plan? If one of them’s an omega.”
Drew doesn’t look away from the screen. “Definitely.”
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Three hours have passed since Monday Night Raw wrapped filming, and Jimmy drove “home” to whatever hotel he was staying in this weekend.
His car barrels into the backstage parking lot. It’s done so sloppily a screech echoes from the car. Jimmy steps out with his phone pressed against his ear, running to the front door.
“Use, nothing's gonna happen to me.” Whatever member of his endlessly large family he was talking to a mystery.
He wore his hair in braids with red streaks. A fairly feminine hairstyle if you ask Drew. Even if he chooses to wear the braids as big as he does.
“Yeah, yeah, I just need to grab my kit.” His loose basketball shorts swish as he moves.
He doesn’t dress very omega, but Drew could always fix that.
He follows slowly. He’s not keen on giving away the fact that he’s here. So he lets Jimmy run ahead. He loses sight of him entirely. But that's ok. He knows where he's going.
Jimmy isn’t exactly whispering either.
“Tsk, you know I can’t leave without it.” His voice carries through the backstage hallways right to Drew. “No, I just want you to understand.” He apologised between a huff of breath.
The voice on the other end doesn’t resemble Solo or Jey, but then Drew figures they wouldn’t.
His plan to destroy the bloodline was unraveling.
Earlier that month Drew disposed of Solo Sikoa in a match that resulted in the Samoan tapping out. They haven’t seen him enter the ring in months. A part of Drew's hopes, he was so embarrassed by the situation he moved to the middle of nowhere and left permanently. His contract with the league was probably thrown out after he ducked their first call. Management was testy like that.
“It’s bad timing, I—I know. I’m sorry, I’ve never lost it. This isn’t like me.” All the bite in his voice has dissipated thoroughly, now he quietes himself.
The clack he heads implies Jimmy's opened the Bloodline's private locker room. “I know where it is, it's in here somewhere. It just fell out of my bag.”
The Scotsman doubts he’d ever talk to Jey like this. With a laced amount of fear in his voice.
Besides, Jey is on injury leave after Drew left him so broken in the ring he was carried out on a stretcher. He didn’t break any of the bones in the man's hands, so he could still hold a phone in theory. But it made more sense he’d be low contact in the hospital.
“I’m sorry, I don’t know how many times you want me to apologise.”
He’s closer now, the hairs on the back of his neck stand up as he nears the second step of his plan. He can hear the other voice yelling even though he’s only at the end of the hallway leading up to their locker room.
A few seconds pass before he lets out an exasperated growl.
“Do you know if the janitors could have thrown it away? There's a lost and found they would have put it in right?”
Drew stalks closer, quietly.
“I will, I will, I need to look for this. I don't know where it could have gone. I’ll be back soon, I swear.” His voice was a whisper by the end of the call. The other person on the line had a harsh contrast as they yelled until the line went dead.
Stepping into the light of the locker room gifted him with the sight of a lost Jimmy looking under a table.
He was focused, until he saw Drew standing in the doorway, he jumped, nearly knocking his head on the table.
Startled, his face contorts, he doesn’t have any obnoxious sunglasses on to hide the way his brows arch, his eyes go wide, pupils shrinking, he steps backward.
“Drew?”
The Alpha smiles at him mockingly. “Jimmy,” he greets
Maybe Drew holds the same inability to hide his emotions as he finds himself giddy with the unfolding of his plan.
Jimmy's eyes shower Drew with animosity. Before they look around the room once more, searching for something Drew has in his sweatpants back pocket.
“What are you doing here so late?” Drew asks his testy omega.
“None of your business,” he growls, waving his hand to dismiss the other.
Drew fully steps into the locker room, takes an exaggerated look around, pretending he hadn’t seen the same bloodline decorations hours earlier. “Of course it is, I wouldn’t want to leave a fellow wrestler in such a desperate state as yourself?”
And it's true, excluding his most recent actions, he thinks of himself as a class act in assistance.
Jimmy straightens himself out, stands taller as Drew moves forward. He holds his ground, eyeing him up.
Drew never underestimated Jimmy. He stood with professional ease. A confidence that only comes from years of practice and some natural talent mixed with genetic advantage from his wrestling lineage.
“If you’re thinking about jumping me right now… after work hours. That’s a cheap move, and you know it.” His eyes finally assess the situation. Drews in sweats and a tight fitting tee. Casual, he wasn’t dressing to impress. Not when he planned on ripping off Jimmy’s clothes.
But maybe his clothes felt unprofessional to Jimmy, ironic, given the very loose shorts and tank top combo he wore.
Drew shakes his head, leans in closer to the slightly shorter man “ I’m not in the business of hurting you, Jimmy.”
The (assumed) omega’s face scrunches up, but his shoulders still tense. Confused and uncomfortable.
He doesn’t stutter, but he gathered something inside him before he spoke, allowing a silence to fill the already empty atmosphere. “Then why are you here, McIntyre?”
His eyes are cold. Drew wants to warm him, wrap his arms around his (soon to be) lover and tell him he didn’t have to be so closed off anymore.
He takes his time eyeing all of Jimmy’s curves. His build is much softer and omega than Jeys. His hips are round, and the tank top loosely exposes them. He can imagine the taste of his skin. The way it’ll taste covered in sweat. The saltiness of their shared pleasure.
“I’m investigating something” Jimmy curls an eyebrow up. He let the quietest warning growl out. It's cute. He continues, “Something I'm sure you've heard about.”
Jimmy's frown deepens. “Is it something you need to be so close to me for? You don’t exactly have a scent blocker on.”
Jimmy cranes his head back, trying to gain distance without retreating, without admitting Drew's dominance.
Drew’s smile widens “Does it bother you?”
He rolls his eyes, mocks a gagging sound. “When you smell like ass, yeah, it does.”
Drew couldn’t have asked for a better segue. Not when Jimmy was so obviously stressed, flexing the muscles in his neck. Trying to intimidate with no alpha spunk.
" Y’know’ they say omegas have the most sensitive reaction to smells.”
Jimmy Tsk’s and looks away from him. A hand flies to his forehead. Massaging a headache, he’s sure Drew’s woody scent is causing.
He grabs the front of Drew's shirt. Balls it up in his hand, brings Drew down, slightly to his level, and tilts his head slightly “I’ve got something serious I need to handle. I can't be wasting time with you about no goddamn smell sensitivity.”
His eyes sparkle with abject anger, stress, and the terrible upset in his gut at the reality of his situation.
Drew tells him what he knows.
“Aye, losing the bag with your suppressants in it must be really upsettin’”
Jimmy's mouth hangs a gap, Drew had thought the moment Jimmy saw him in the doorway was the most scared he’d ever been. No, now, Jimmy looks petrified, all the while his grip on Drew's shirt grows tighter.
His eyes sink before they’re contorting angrily with a wildness.
“You—you”
He takes a deep breath through his nose. His face turns a shade of light red.
Drew blinks.
Suddenly, Drew is shoved away. His balance faltering in surprise at the power Jimmy was hiding.
A stinging spreads across his cheek, his brain scrambling. Jimmy had hit him with a closed fist. He was reeling to hit him again before Drew caught his hand with his.
Clearly in a fight-or-flight situation, Jimmy is a fighter.
A rabid attack dog is just under the surface of his cool persona. With the right needling from Drew it came out in full force.
He yanked him forward easily.
“Calm down.”
Jimmy struggles in Drew's grasp, grunting and heaving as he tries to wriggle out of Drew's hold.
Drew places his second hand on Jimmy's neck, peeling off the blocker quickly. With a fast hand, but nothing changes. Jimmy scoffs at him.
Seconds tick by Drew sniffs the others' gland.
There's no scent.
There should be something, anything, something floral, fruity, sugary, woodsy, warm, anything, the smell of something should be trickling into the room now.
Jimmy rolls his eyes,
“You’ve never heard of scent neutralizing soap?.” He tries pushing away, but he only helps the friction between him and Drew grow as he accidentally rubs against Drew's cock. Only the alpha’s loose sweatpants conceal his appendage as it grows harder against Jimmy's barely covered pussy.
He can feel the warmth between Jimmy's legs. He’s straining in his own pants. But Jimmy rubs against him, inviting him in, shooting sparks up his shaft. He moves his leg in between the omegas. Jimmy sinks down on his thigh, humping against it. His eyes sparkle with lust. Before attempting to scramble out of Drew's hold as he sighs and tries to regain his composure.
He moves both his hands to hold Jimmy's face still so he can see his beautiful twinkling eyes as he tells him,
“I’m gonna take you back to my hotel room so we can talk about the heat suppressants.”
Jimmy shook his head and broke Drew's hold.
He moved with graceful ease.
Easily avoiding him and almost getting a hit on him.
He dodges, stepping away before Jimmy can make contact.
Then Jimmy steps back to gain space.
Drew easily invades and grips the other man's wrist,dragging him back into his possession.
He’s in a loose tank top that lets his tanned, muscled arms breathe. Spying the bruises up his arm from his tag match earlier, Drew huffs.
No omega had a place in this occupation. They weren’t meant to be chiselled with muscle, but were supposed to be round with pups.
He had become very acquainted with the injuries his favorite member of the bloodline had suffered. A blister, or bruise developed, and Drew would find himself plotting how to make his inevitable match with Roman all the more deadly. He held himself back from stomping down to the ring to drag the abused thing to the clinic.
The table Jimmy had been looking under for the kit had candy bowls and gift baskets on it. Drew dragged Jimmy over to it and shoved everything off of it with one swift move of his arm, everything crashing to the floor.
He picked up a flailing Jimmy and laid him down on the table. Hooked his legs around his shoulders and looked at the bruises along his legs.
“If you had been mine, Mmm” He inhales, pressing his face into the meat of his exposed leg. “You’d have never been marred like this.” He pressed kisses to the inside of his thigh, up and down the purple and yellow splotches.
Jimmy whined incoherently.
“Your skin would be unblemished. You’d only have my bite on your neck” He massaged his thigh, feeling the toned bulk of his build.
Now that Jimmy had been laid out for him without a scent blocker, Drew thought he could smell the faintest hint of lavender. It shot thrills up his back. He pressed more fervent kisses into his legs. Their scents complement each other, of course he couldn't wait to see the other tones to his scent but the little mix of Lavender was enough to make his shaft stand taller.
He palmed himself through his pants, hiking Jimmy down so his legs rested on Drew’s shoulders. He teased him, petting him over his shorts before shoving them off. Exposing his wet cunt.
He licked a strip up to his pussy. He wouldn’t let this lack luster in any way. So he plunged himself into the warmth of his omega. Savoring his clean flavor, he sucked on Jimmy’s clit, lapping at his folds. Somehow he started to taste better, the lavender bloomed on his tongue. An added citrusy undertone joined it. Giving him a kind of lemonade taste.
Slick was dripping out of his hole, gushing out in response to Drew’s stimulation. Jimmy was a moaning mess underneath him, he could feel his chest riding and falling quicker, and choppier. He felt him tense underneath him. A burst of floral sweetness hit him as more slick poured out.
He licked into him with more rhythm. His thighs part as they tremble against him.
He doesn’t want to be selfish, but his hard cock is so neglected. So red and bulging he begged to be inside his omega. To breed him. He lapped more of his omega’s slick up. His teeth started to ache, his canines, with the pulse to bite something sweeter.
Their bodies mingled together, warm in their embrace. Jimmy kicked his leg away and moved to close himself off from Drew pushing his body away. It's a slow lazy movement until it isn't.
He’s fast when he kicks out of Drew's hold and slides off the table. Stumbling as he stands. His legs wobble but he books it for the door.
Before he can, there's something yanking on his shirt, pulling him to the ground. Tearing at the fabric as he falls backward, losing what little balance he had. He ends up on the floor.
He’s manhandled onto the floor. All the while Jimmy flails, kicking at the Scot.
“If you don’t, let go of me right now.” The tiled floor is cold against his exposed back. He hisses at the contact. Then he hisses again as Drew grabs at him “I’m gonna kill you.”
Drew positions his legs above Jimmy's, with his muscular build, just laying even a little of his body weight immobilizes him. Pinning his hands above his head, Drew renders the man useless as he can only shout obscene threats his way.
Jimmy was warm, both of them were warm, but Jimmy was warm like a fever was breaking out over his skin. His breathing sped up, inhaling quickly.
“I was gonna use the table but if you’d prefer a rougher experience down here, I can cater to that.” He breathes in his lavender lemonade scent finally mulling to a full scent.
“You fucking brute. You’re dead.” He’s snarling up at him, exhausting himself, throwing all his remaining energy into kicking his legs at Drew.
His eye-brows narrow so deeply he fears his face will wrinkle, Drew has never seen him so out of sorts. Not even after a lost match or after one of Roman's lectures. No, Jimmy has saved his most unpleasant face of anger for Drew. Like a present.
He removes one of his hands from being wrapped around Jimmy's wrists.
He tempts fate by placing his hand near Jimmy's snapping mouth. Intending to cover up his yells for a brief second.
He feels it before he sees it, the sting of contact, Jimmy's fangs digging into finger. Ripping apart his skin.
He swallows a pained groan “Love bites? Already?”
Clearly the Samoan didn’t think it through either as the blood from the bite drips into his mouth and he coughs. Scrunching his face up as the alpha’s blood coats his tongue.
Drew continues, “Darling, you're too eager.” He shoves the rest of his bitten finger into the smaller one's mouth, forcing him to drink more of it. “But if that’s what you'd like”
Jimmy gags around the thick intrusion, teeth grazing over, but he moves his head back until he knocks against the floor. Drew pushes his fingers in further.
His protests are muffled, but Drew can still figure out what he's saying
“Ge— Oheh — meee”
Drew smiles down at him, presses a soft kiss to his cheek before asking,
“If I take my fingers out of your mouth, you’re gonna behave right? Be quiet, stop yelling. If you do, maybe I'll give you your suppressants back.”
Jimmy exhales, his face blushing a deep red that reminds him of ripe tomatoes. He doesn’t want to do it, but he’s lost all his clothes and is now entering preheat without his pills. He closes his eyes and breathes through his nose and shakily gargles out, “ys—”
“All right then, doll.” Jimmy already looks fucked, naked, blush on his cheeks, drool around his mouth, eyes falling shut. He’s wrecked. He's perfect. Drew imbeds the memory into his long-term memory.
Drews heart beat jack hammered away, his omega dripping underneath him, he repositioned them. His hands wandered up to his torso. Groping at his tits.
His omega let out a sharp moan. He looked up at him and quickly bit his lip shielding his moans as he massages his small tits.
It went right to his dick, he felt it twitching, pulsing, needing it. He was gonna go crazy before he even entered Jimmy.
He gathered some of the slick pooling under Jimmy and dug a hand in his pants, slathering the slick on his cock.
Pushing his own pants down, he let his cock spring free slapping against Jimmy's stomach. It was angry red veins exposed, hard and scary looking.
Another moan escaped from the writhing omega. His blown pupils fixated on Drew's cock. It made him proud, he let out a happy rumble. His breathing quickened again his legs were still pinned underneath him but he tried to move them.
Drew leaned back, moving his legs to line himself up with Jimmy's entrance.
“Wait—” Jimmy slurs out in a whisper.
His protests come out lazy, like a whine “No no no t’s don't tss, wont fit d—”
He pushes himself in all at once. Jimmy’s complaints get cut off with a loud pornographic moan.
Jimmy kicks his legs out, and wraps them around Drew it gives him a better angle to fuck into him. Makes Jimmy breathe in faster. Drews at level with his scent gland, and it looks so so so forgotten about.
He licks at it, coaxing more of Jimmy's pheromones out, he can taste the lavender on his tongue.
He couldn't put into words how good it felt to be inside Jimmy. To taste Jimmy.
Like being wrapped in velvet and feasting on the forbidden fruit.
His composure cracks as he pistons in and out of him. He lets go of Jimmy's wrists, his hand going to support his own weight as he growls into Jimmy's skin. His canines flex, they beg to bite him. Mate him his.
Jimmy's hands travel up to his hair. He paws at it then grips it in his hold, gently holding onto the alpha. His hands yank him up off of his gland.
Sparks fly through him as Jimmy guides him so his head is just above his. They lock eyes as he tangles his fingers deeper in his hair. Yanking him down, crashing their lips together.
He’s so hungry for his omega. He’s buried inside him, kissing into his mouth, drenched in the combination of their scent, and it's still not enough. He feels he needs to bite him, to claim him, to have him.
Jimmy pulls back, stealing his lips away. His eyes are glazed over as he wriggles his hips.
“S’big” he groans as he fucked himself down on Drews cock.
He was so wrapped up in his lover's mouth he hadn’t realized he bottomed out and kept his cock there.
It was enough to blow Jimmy's patience as he grunted, pussy dripping slick out as he plunged deep and then deeper on his cock.
He put his hands on Jimmy's waist to support him. To be wrapped tight as hell around him and pleadingly groaning as he sought out his own pleasure, it was all better than he could have asked for.
Drew threw his head back as Jimmy finally got him securely tucked inside his warmth.
Jimmy gasped under him, bucking up as Drew pulled himself out before going back in. Restarting his faster pace from earlier.
His scent bloomed under Drew. The lavender drew out an undertone to Drew's scent, a flavor he normally can never draw out, has come up to the surface and mingled with everything else. Vanilla. It permeates the area with its mahogany vanilla, creating a wintery chill of a scent that mixes so well with Jimmy's Summer taste.
It’s so hard to believe that just an hour ago Jimmy was as genderless as a dish rag. His stature indicated alpha, his avoidance of conflict within his family indicated beta, his long hair indicated omega. He could have been anything, but nothing made him stand out. The overlooked Uso, runt of the bloodline. Now he’s moaning and thrusting under Drew, drooling, tightening his legs around him, mumbling pleas to go faster under his breath. He’s the picture perfect omega that needs his alpha to fuck him full of pups.
“Gonna knot you.” He rumbles as the shared rhythm he and Jimmy were moving to develop a thick force at the base of his cock. His knot. It grew quicker and fatter by the second. His vanilla sweetened when Jimmy reached the base of his shaft again.
He grabbed Drew, bringing him down by his hair. Drew didn’t fight it let his ‘mega find his way to him he went in for another hungry kiss. Jimmy cut off again quickly. By yanking on Drew's hair so hard, it made him yelp.
“N—o don’t knot, not inside, stomach, you can cum on my stomach.” He breathes out weakly. Shaking his head, digging his fingers deeper into Drew's thick hair.
He could feel his knot swell, pushing inside him deeper. Jimmy only gripped harder, reluctant to help him anymore than he had. His pupils glazed over, glassy, and distant looking.
“have t’ breed you.” He reaches around and grabs Jimmy's hand out of his hair. Keeps holding it as he fucks riskily into the omega. His alpha was thrilled, as expected, knotting his omega was everything he could want. The start of a life together. With a pup of their own.
But Jimmy was fighting it, his legs loosened as they went back to kicking at him.
His alpha reminded him of an easy solution. To connect them forever and allow Jimmy to see him as what he was. His alpha.
He licked up Jimmy’s neck. Along his perfectly preserved gland. Jimmy’s breath hitched. He kicked harder.
“Don’t” He pleads. He smoothed his thrusts to a simple rhythmic pace. Then gently placed his canines over the other’s gland.
“Please, please, please.” He asked, his hands tracing over his hair again. Digging into his scalp.
He had to, he loved him. He couldn’t imagine never being with Jimmy like this again. Sharing warmth, messy, hungry, and perfect.
He sunk his teeth in. He didn’t want to hurt him, but he had to go deep enough for it to pop with blood for their bond to cement. He was careful as the alpha inside him sparked and came to life in a way he had never imagined it could. He was something new with Jimmys blood dripping down his chin.
He pulled away, and there was no denying Drew's claim, just as he wanted it. It was perfect placement. Obviously claimed his gland would scar with Drew's bite. Pride filled his chest, and it came out in a growling rumble.
Jimmy had gone limp under him before his legs started shaking fervently. His pussy spasmed around Drew's cock, and he sank down, burying himself again. His knot had slapped against Jimmy's cunt, and the vibration, and slick gushing around him was all he needed to finally pop it inside his mate.
He grunted into Jimmy's neck “Fuck, fuck.” Still grinding his hips slowly, moving what little he could, with the knot limiting his movement.
He licked at the open wound, pressed a few kisses to it before finally looking his mate in the eyes.
Jimmy took his mating, orgasm, and knotting, and was left catatonic. His eyes didn’t settle on anything, just staring at the ceiling as he breathed in air greedily.
Drew massaged his swollen belly, hoping his knot wasn’t what was causing such a reaction.
After a few seconds, Jimmy finally spoke. It was soft, his voice thoroughly lost from all the moaning he had done. But still he said “your cum feels so hot inside me.” with a lopsided smile.
Then his eyes woke up, he looked around the room quizzically, assessing the locker room.
He pushed Drew away. He seethed and hissed as the knot pulled when Jimmy scrambled to move away.
“Shit, Shit, Shit, Shit, Get off me. Get out of me.” He started slamming his fist against Drew's back.
A terribly beautiful moan escaped while he was trying to disconnect from the other. He only caused the both of them to remember how good it felt to fuck each other.
“Calm down. Or you’ll tear my dick off.”
Jimmy rolls his eyes. “How much longer?”
“Can’t be any longer than ten minutes, we already waited most of it out.”
Jimmy looks unimpressed as he did his best to ignore Drew.
“Can’t ignore me forever, I'm your mate after all. “ He pressed another kiss to the freshly bitten bond.
“Just shut up, when your knot goes down we have to go our separate ways. We can't be mates, Roman needs me.” His consciousness must have finally come back full force. Drew wondered how much longer he’d be like this before his next heat round came in.
“Can’t you feel it? The little cavity in your brain that makes you feel better, that makes you feel loved.” He asked, sliding his hand up to Jimmy's face. Holding him in his warm hand.
Jimmy let out a sigh but didn't say anything.
“It doesn’t matter you’re coming home with me anyways”
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Once they arrived at the hotel Jimmy was offered a shower by Drew. He of course told Drew he wasn’t in another heat cycle so he didn’t want ot have shower sex. Drew laughed and told him he could take all the time he needed in the bathroom. But told him when he was done to put on an over sized shirt of Drews and a pair of his pants. He informed him that they’d go shopping for clothes for him in the morning.
He ran through everything that happened multiple times. By the seventh wash of his body, he thought he had it all in order.
Drew had figured out he was an omega, stole his heat suppressant pills in his medical kit, triggered his heat by initiating the most mind blowing sex he had his whole life, mated him, knotted him, then wrapped him in a bloodline blanket from the locker room and brought him here.
Drew, of course, threw out any scent neutralizing soap given to them by the hotel before he got in so he had been stuck with a generic soap brand that advertised it “did not harm scent glands or minimize scent in any way.” perfect.
But that was behind him now, as he crawled into the plush and expensive looking bed of the hotel. The haze had started swirling around his head again , his legs, ached, and his heart felt full. Until he remembered where that fullness was coming from.
The man who mated him was after his family. His predator, his family's predator.
As if Drew knew what was running through Jimmys head, he pulled him closer.
Jimmy could feel him against his back, felt his breath on his neck, his hands on his hips. He’s sure he didn’t need a blanket with the way his burly mate wrapped around him. His heat melted the two bodies together.
"Drew?”
"Hm?" He placed small kisses around his fresh mating bite. It didn't hurt but it didn’t make him happy either.
"Why’d you mate me? When you’re hunting down the bloodline?”
The alpha grumbled, burying himself into Jimmy's braids. Jimmy could tell he was smiling, or maybe he could feel it through the bond.
Figured, taking you from them, making you mine, making you a McIntyre would hurt them more than tearing you apart in the ring.”
A sinking dread fell in Jimmy's gut as Drew spooned him. His heart beat speeding up nearly faster than it goes when he’s in the ring.
Jimmy McIntyre wasn’t a name he could imagine the announcer introducing him with.
Couldn’t imagine his new mate letting him see his brothers either.
The prospect of his life changing so dramatically made the haze he was in worse.
He felt sick and wrong, but also right, and loved. Like everything terrible that could have happened did, but it's what needed to happen.
Drew's hold on him made his skin prickle; he moved away, creating the tiniest bit of distance.
Drew must have sensed his mate spiraling as he kissed his cheek before tugging on their bond, dragging him into sleep with him.