[A/N - POV changes partway through]

"We don't ever have to fight, just take it step-by-step. I can see it in your eyes, 'cause they never tell me lies. I can feel that body shake, and the heat between your legs."
~The Weeknd, 'I Feel It Coming'

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*Sawyer's POV*

My body is wracked with shudders as I try to suppress the urges rising up in my chest. Incredibly lewd urges that involve pinning a certain young Alpha beneath me and showing him exactly how he makes me feel.

Annoyed. Needy. Resentful. Wanting. Frustrated.

So much frustration.

Goddess, I want to bury all that frustration deep inside of him.

The thought stuns me. What is wrong with me? How could I be having these thoughts about Remi, of all people? I've never really had sexual urges towards anyone before, and now I'm having them towards Remi. I must be losing my mind.

My room is in tatters; the intensity of the heat causing my magic to spin out of control. My parents have tried coming to my room several times to check on me, but I've used what little focus I have to keep the door magically locked.

As another heat wave begins to dissipate, my body slumps down to my bed in exhaustion. I can try to use magic to lessen the heat, but it's incredibly draining. My eyes flutter shut as my guard drops, and I drift to sleep.

***

"Careful!" A voice hisses as I'm jostled around. "Jayden, you're going to wake him up!"

"You're the only one being loud, Caleb," my father retorts. Groaning, I force my heavy eyelids open and take in my surroundings. "Shit, he's up."

"What...?" My thoughts are groggy as I look around. My father is carrying me bridal-style while my dad walks next to us. Furrowing my brows, I stiffen and squirm in the embarrassing position. "What's going on? What are you doing?"

"You'll thank us later," dad chuckles, although I sense a layer of nerves beneath his tone. Before I can ask what he's talking about, another wave of heat crashes into me, making me choke. I hear my dad curse as they pick up their steps, hastily carrying me to an unknown location. The closer we get to wherever we're going, the stronger the heat feels.

My eyes widen when I realize my father is carrying me to the pack house. I thrash in his arms, trying to escape, but he tightens his hold on me.

"Sawyer, the more you two try to resist this, the more painful it will be," my father warns me. "I don't know any pairs of mates that have gone through their heats without each other. It's unnatural."

I don't want to, is the thought that runs through my head. Instead, what leaves my lips is, "Remi doesn't want me."

My father's steps falter as he looks at me with surprise. I even surprised myself by saying that. It's like I almost sounded... sad that Remi doesn't want me. And I'm not sad. No. Not at all.

"He will," father says softly, knocking on the door of the pack house. It swings open not even two seconds later; the Alphas standing there with bags in their hands.

"Ready?" Alpha Theo checks.

"I hope this'll be okay," dad mumbles, and Kit waves him off.

"It'll be fine. They might be mad for a little bit, but they'll get over it."

I open my mouth to speak, but all that leaves is a strangled moan when Remi's heightened scent hits me. Being in heat has made his scent so much stronger, begging for me to go to him. I'm not sure when my father set me down, or how I make it up the stairs. By the time I reach Remi's room, my mind is in such a fog that I can't focus on anything but him.

The adorable little Alpha is curled up on his bed. My eyes flash with the hunger that rushes through me at the sight of my mate; my inner wolf already going wild with the need to claim him.

As if sensing my presence, Remi stirs from his sleep. His round puppy dog eyes slowly blink open; widening when he registers that I'm in his room. With blazing cheeks, Remi scrambles to cover up the obvious erection in his pants.

Cute.

"Sawyer!" He squeaks, and I have to bite back a moan from how good it feels to hear him say my name. "W-What are you doing here?"

"Our parents," I answer, sounding a bit breathless.

"You shouldn't be here," he whimpers, squeezing his legs together. A moan slips past his lips, sending a jolt straight to my already hardened erection. I need him. Striding across the room, I nearly grab him before he throws up his hands to stop me. "D-Don't touch me!"

I stop in my tracks, clenching my jaw. I knew it. He doesn't want me. "I won't."

"Y-You won't?" Remi asks, unable to hide the slight disappointment in his voice. My pulse accelerates from the look of pure want in my mate's eyes.

Trying to suppress a smile, I shake my head. "I meant what I said last time."

Remi licks his lips nervously, and my eyes flicker down to the pump flesh. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Leaning over the bed, I move in closer and closer until our faces are inches apart. It would be so easy to kiss him right now. Remi's eyes drop to my mouth briefly, igniting a fire in my stomach.

"I won't touch you..." I whisper with a wicked grin. "Not until you beg for it."

"W-What?"

"You heard me," I chuckle. "If you want me to touch you, you'll have to beg for it."

Remi's eyes sharpen menacingly. "What the hell makes you think I would do that?"

Right on cue, another wave of heat washes over the both of us; only it's more intense since we're in the same room. Remi groans, cupping his erection over his sweats. Growling, I grab his wrists and yank his hands away. Remi yelps in protest, trying to break free from my hold. I tackle him to the bed, straddling his hips and pinning his hands on each side of his head.

"No touching," I warn with a growl. Remi's pupils dilate; his cheeks flushing bright red.

"Y-You said you wouldn't touch me, but you never said I couldn't touch myself," Remi points out shakily.

My eyes darken. "You're either going to beg for me, or you're not going to be touched at all. Is that clear?"

"You're such an asshole," he grumbles, turning his head to the side in an attempt to hide from me. Smiling darkly, I slowly rock my hips toward. Remi gasps as our bulges rub together through our clothes.

"Sawyer!" Remi whimpers, squirming beneath me. "I— ngh!"

I keep slowly rocking my hips forward; not enough to provide him with the pleasure for release, but just enough to tease him. Make him desperate for more. Releasing Remi's wrists, I adjust my position and hook my arms under his knees. Remi gasps as I settle between his legs, holding his knees up on either side of my waist. When I grind forward again, Remi releases a whiny moan.

"Fuck," he groans, covering his face with his arms. "That— it's not—"

"Not what, pup?" I question; the nickname making his cock twitch in his sweats.

"More," his voice is muffled beneath his arms, and I chuckle softly.

"Can't hear you, pup. Speak up if you want something."

"N-No," Remi slurs, still covering his face from embarrassment. "Not gonna beg."

"Are you sure?" I ask gruffly, using my fingertips to trace the outline of his erection.

"Sawyer...!"

"Come on, pup," I smirk. "You want me to touch you, right? You want me to make you feel good?"

He releases another muffled moan, keeping his eyes squeezed shut. I grip his cock through his sweats, making him gasp loudly as his back arches. Oh... that's hot.

***

*Remi's POV*

This isn't happening. This isn't happening. This isn't happening. Sawyer is not on my bed with his hands on my heated body. That's not a possibly scenario.

When Sawyer roughly palms my cock, I choke on my own spit and my doubtful mantra flies out of my head. He said he wouldn't touch me unless I begged, and I haven't begged, but he's still touching me. I should push him away. I should... but fuck, I don't want to.

Stupid heat. I would never let him touch me like this if it wasn't for the heat. With that logic in mind, my body slightly relaxes. If we have to endure the heat anyway... would it be such a crime to enjoy it?

No! I can't! Sawyer only wants to degrade me by making me beg. And that's not going to happen. I'm not going to sacrifice my pride for— oh, shit.

"Shit," I whimper, biting my lower lip when Sawyer dips his hand into my sweats, grasping my cock. He pumps me slowly; so slowly that I think I might go crazy. I've never been touched by a hand other than my own before, and let me tell you, it's so much better with someone else.

"Do you want more?" Sawyer questions and I rapidly nod my head. "You know what you need to do."

How is he so calm? The heat is affecting him too, right? How does he have so much self-control that he's able to tease me like this? It's not fair.

His thumb swipes over my leaking tip, sending a burst of pleasure throughout my body. In each place he touches me, electricity makes my skin tingle with excitement. I already feel like I'm so close; I just need a little bit more to knock me over the edge.

"P-Ple—" the word gets stuck on my tongue, as if it's physically impossible for me to beg. Sawyer squeezes my cock, making me cry out as my toes curl. "Fuck, fine, please!"

Sawyer tilts his head to the side. "Please... what?"

Glaring at him, I spit out, "Please touch me."

"Good boy," Sawyer coos, causing blood to rush to my cheeks. He tugs on his pants, pulling them down just enough for his erection to spring free. My eyes nearly pop out of my head.

It can be that big?!

Sawyer wraps his hand around both of our shafts, rubbing them together. The sensation makes my eyes roll into the back of my head as I'm swept away by the pleasure.

"Faster," I request breathlessly, bucking my hips upwards.

"You know that's not how you're supposed to ask for things," Sawyer scolds with another shit-eating smirk.

"Faster, please," I tack on sassily. He rolls his eyes at my attitude but speeds up his hand anyway. My body feels weak as he pumps our cocks together, and I know I'm about to erupt. "Fuck, m'gonna cum!"

"Cum," Sawyer growls, his eyes flashing purple. That's the last thing I need to hit my release, and I cum with a loud cry. Ribbons of white shoot from my cock, landing on my clothes and coating Sawyer's hand. The witch grunts softly as he cums a few seconds after I do.

"Dammit," I groan, shame flooding me now that the fog of heat as lessened.

"Dirty," Sawyer's nose wrinkles in distaste, and he wipes his hand on my bedsheet. Rude.

"Move," I huff, kicking him away from me. He lands on the floor with a loud thud, and I don't try to hide my satisfied smile.

"That wasn't very nice of you," Sawyer scowls, picking himself up off the floor.

"Get out," I snap at him. "You're only here because of our parents, right? I doubt they're here right now so you can leave."

An amused grin spreads across his lips. "What if I don't want to leave?"

"Do you want me to bite your arm off?"

He raises his hands defensively. "Fine, fine. I'll go. I doubt it'll be very long before we're back in this situation."

"Oh, yeah? What makes you so sure about that?"

It turns out, that was the wrong question to ask. Sawyer leans over me; so close that I can feel his body heat against my skin. I shiver, looking up at his dark eyes. Damn myself for going weak whenever he's this close.

"You sound so sweet when you beg, Remington," Sawyer whispers. "And I'll be damned if I don't hear it again."

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Sawyer needs to PICK. A. LANE.

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See you next time!
-Gumbie