California; Thunderhill Raceway Park.

Jackson's fingers gripped the steering wheel; suddenly his jaw went tight while his eyes were sharp and deadly as he glared daggers at the red C6 Chevrolet Corvette in front of him. He couldn't believe it. He felt betrayed, lied to—made out to be a fool! He thought they had a great time in Texas. He had put aside his pride and tried to fit into the wretched hillbilly lifestyle McCoy loved, and yet, what did he get in return? Disobedience.

He was literally losing it that he hadn't bothered to respond to McCoy's texts from this morning. Fuck, he wasn't planning on coming to the tracks to practice either, but just the thought of his lover being next to that shrimp noodle Ethan and the other racers, ugh—they just wouldn't stop making his blood boil. They were like flies, always hovering next to his precious, sweet Alpha. Was it so hard to leave what belonged to Jackson the fuck alone? Argh, he really needed to put on his main character energy and let those asshats know who owed Landon McCoy once and for all.

McCoy. McCoy. McCoy.

Jackson gritted his teeth as he pressed hard on the accelerator.

It had only been two days back since they returned from Texas, it only took McCoy one of those days to go out with Ray and that horny Omega Ethan—who, Jackson specifically told to stay the fuck away from his Landon. And that wasn't the worse of it, McCoy had been fucking drinking LIQUOR!!! What if something happened to their baby? Or worse—what if something happened to his Alpha??? Ugh, if only he could tell his lover that he was carrying their child, all of this would've been avoided. But he could not... because McCoy couldn't accept Jackson's love and loyalty. Yet he showed such kindness in Texas.

What was with these old people? Why did everything need to be so complicated?! All he wanted to do was to knock up the man he loved for the past fifteen—soon to be sixteen—years, so he could always be tied down to Jackson's side. Was that too hard to ask for?

If he would outright tell Landon he intentionally got him pregnant, the Alpha would lose it—he'd probably get rid of their baby, and never speak to Jackson again.

Jackson's car engine roared to life, and the car surged forward, skimming dangerously close to the track's edge. He swerved sharply, tires screeching as he maneuvered past Diego's car. His gaze was locked on McCoy's vehicle up ahead, every muscle in his body coiled with anger as he closed the distance between them. When he reached next to his lover's car, he looked at Landon with knitted eyebrows through his helmet; the older man's eyes were focused on the tracks, though. With a little effort, Jackson surged forth, leaving Landon behind.

When he arrived at the park earlier, Landon had already been there doing practice laps with Ray, Ethan, Dylan, and Diego. When Jackson joined, he had intended to just keep an eye on his lover, but his competitive nature got the best of him—and he wanted to remind Landon who was in charge. It would've taken him a lot of effort, he had thought, considering Landon won in Daytona; however, to his surprise, the old timer sucked balls today. He had lost to Ethan and Ray before Jackson took to the tracks, and it was no different when Jackson got on it either. He already capped McCoy three laps in—he had already technically won.

Something must've been on the old timer's mind for him to be this terrible.

As Jackson took another turn, he noticed Landon pulling into the standby area, already calling it quits. Instinctively, he slowed down because Ray and Diego pulled in next, and that cock-sucker Ethan joined seconds later. Since it wasn't a mandatory practice, everyone just came out for fun, so they stopped whenever they felt like it. They must've decided to call it quits.

Jackson wanted to join them—he wanted to be there, but he needed to round the lap first. However, his eyes were on the four men the whole time, watching their every move as they approached his Landon with water bottles in their hands, and ugly smoggy smiles on their faces. Jackson's expression only turned sour when Ethan threw a hand over Landon's shoulder and pulled him close while the four men were chatting.

As a newfound rage surged through Jackson, he went back up to speed, driving as his life depended on it to get to where the four men were now sitting in front of the standby area. There was only one thing on his mind: he was going to kill Ethan.

The second Jackson drafted up in front of the standby, he stepped out and stomped over to the four men who turned to look at all, all their faces oblivious to Jackson's wrath, even Landon whose eyes smiling with fondness at the sight of Jackson. Yet, Jackson didn't look at his lover. Instead, his brows were knitted, his jaw was tight, and his eyes were raged and red as his attention was aimed at Ethan, still with his scrawny arm around Jackson's Alpha.

One second everyone had a smile on their faces, and the next they all gasped in shock when Jackson reached out and snatched Ethan away from the older Alpha. In a blink of an eye, he hauled the Omega by the back of his shirt and shoved him to the gravel ground where he whined.

"I warned you so many fucking times," Jackson growled.

Before Etahn could react, Jackson pounced on him, his fingers wrapped around Ethan's neck in a vice grip, intending to squeeze the life out of the young Omega.

He watched with glee and manic eyes as Ethan struggled, trying and failing to pry Jackson's hands away from his neck. Ethan was turning red; it had Jackson smiling as he pressed down harder. However, as soon as everything happened, it ended when Landon appeared, pulling him away from the Omega while the others rushed over to Ethan's help.

"What the hell, Jackson! What in tarnation's gotten into you?" Landon yelled in panic, struggling to drag Jackson away, whose body must've felt like steel, as he refused to walk away—refused to look away at the Omega, who choked and gasped for air on the ground.

When Ethan caught himself, he argued, "What the fuck is your problem, Blaze?"

While everyone looked at Jackon confused and baffled by his actions, the youngster frowned. "Stay away from him," he warned, knowing Ethan knew exactly who he was talking about. "You stay away from him or I will cut you up in pieces and eat you if I have to! Stay away from what's mine—" he pointed a finger at Ethan and growled. "This is your last warning."

"Jackson—calm down," Landon spoke quieter next to his hair, breathing heavily as Jackson refused to be subdued in his embrace.

Diego stepped in, blocking Ethan's view from Jackson. "Yours? What the hell are you talking about, Blaze?" he argued with an angry scold on his face, defending Ethan. "We should jail your ass. You can't just—"

Jackson flared, "Fuck off, Diego! This isn't your fight."

Jackson's piercing, deadly blue eyes were back on Ethan and he smiled. "Mine," he reminded the Omega before turning around to Landon; finally taking a look at his face. Landon looked beautiful as he looked confused. The sight calmed Jackson's turmoil, his breathing went back to normal, and unknowingly his thumb was reaching to caress the Alpha's cheek. "All mine."

"Wait a damn minute," Ray cut in, interrupting the moment. "What the hell is going on here? Since when are you two friends? I didn't know you get along with Blaze?"

"Ray, we—"

When Landon attempted to move away to get to Ray, Jackson grabbed his wrist and flashed him a look of Don't you dare. It was a display of ownership, of dominance, especially when he intentionally released his pheromones. He had expected defiance; however, to his surprise, something sparkled in Landon's eyes before he nodded, and willingly quieted down, no longer trying rowdy; he allowed Jackson to take charge.

Pleased, Jackson turned to look at Ray; his eyes flicking at Ethan on the floor, and Diego before they settled on Ray. He flashed a smug smile and declared, "Not only do we get along, we're together."

Everyone stared at him in shock, including Landon. Wanting to make an even bigger impact, Jackson did what he'd been longing to do for so long—and if he hadn't been this jealous and angry, he probably wouldn't have. He grabbed Landon's jaw and kissed him in front of everyone, who collectively gasped at the bold display.

The kiss was brief, but it was hungry and daring—more lustful than loving.

Landon didn't kiss back, yet he didn't show displeasure or attempt to pull away either.

If Jackson were in a happy mood, he wouldn't been satisfied, but he was not; he wasn't satisfied with just a kiss—he wanted more.

The minute Jackson drew away from the kiss, he tugged Landon away from the others—too bitter to give them his time and attention. "We're leaving."

Landon sucked in a breath, still baffled, still confused. "What the hell? Jackson—you got a lot to answer for. Where are you takin' me?"

"Home," Jackson replied with a tight, twitching jaw.

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Landon never listened to him. No matter what Jackson did, the alpha wouldn't accept that Jackson could take care of him, love him, and protect him. Landon was stuck in his old ways, and Jackson feared that not even a child could keep the old timer with him.

"I ain't know why you gotta behave the way you did back there," Landon glanced out the window and sighed without any irritation in his voice, interrupting Jackson's train of thought. "Why did you hit Ethan? And why you kiss me? Now everybody gon' know. They gon' think we're together. We ain't together."

They were inside Jackson's car, driving to the younger man's home. Jackson was still furious, still hurt. He didn't like it, but he couldn't stop the tears from forming in his eyes, blurring the road ahead. What was so wrong if everybody knew? Although he opened his mouth a few times to answer, no words came out, so he didn't bother to respond to the Alpha. It was better this way; he might say something wrong and stir up another problem. To his surprise, Landon didn't ask any more questions either; he kept awfully, strangely quiet for once in his life.

When they arrived at Jackson's home, the younger man vigorously wiped his eyes after he stepped out of the car, slamming the door behind him. Landon followed, watching him intently, leaving Jackson to wonder what the older man was thinking. He was probably lowkey judging, thinking Jackson was just some emotional wreck or something.

Fuck it.

He needed to make this permanent once and for all. He needed to mark McCoy so the Alpha would always belong to him... it was now or never because sooner or later Landon would figure out what Jackson had done to him, and the outcome would be, ugh.

The second they stepped inside the large empty foyer, Landon stopped to look at Jackson in the eyes; his own eyes soft and understanding—nothing like what Jackson expected. And for a moment, he believed the older man was reading his thoughts.

"You wanna talk 'bout what you did back there?" Landon asked in a soft voice before folding his arms. "Why did you say that? Why did you do that?"

Jackson sighed, taking a step backward; he stelled to brace his back against the large mahogany door. "Do want?" he mumbled, looking downward.

"For starters, why did you beat the livin' daylight out of Ethan?"

Jackson shrugged. "I don't like him... you see the way he looks at you."

"He doesn't look at me anyway."

"He does. He wants you—but you don't see it because you think everyone's your friend. I told him to stay away from you. I thought I told you to stay away too... guess my feelings don't matter."

Landon reached to touch Jackson's upper arm. "I don't think much 'bout feelings. But... your feelings do matter. I ain't know it been upset you this much."

Jackson glanced over to Landon. "Does this mean you'll stop talking to him?"

Landon's hand dropped before sighing heavily. "No. Now I ain't gon' do that."

"Why not?"

"You need to control yourself. I race with Ethan, I can't jus' stop talkin' to him." For a moment, Landon seemed to be in deep thought before he added, "Listen, Jackson, if you can maybe control your behavior, maybe stop being so impulsive... I'll be more... I can handle myself, okay? I ain't the type to flirt with my teammates either. Besides, after what you did, I ain't think Ethan gon' bother wanna hang 'round me."

Suddenly, Jackson's dark eyes met Landon; holding their gaze in place. "I can't control myself when I'm with you... especially when I don't have you."

Landon was visibly taken aback before he instantly started walking deeper into the house—further away from Jackson. The younger man followed him, filled again with a newfound rage and desperation. Why couldn't Landon see how he craved for him? He had done everything—changed himself for this Alpha; it wasn't his fault he was born too late!

"Where are you going?" Jackson growled; he could feel his canines declining. "Can't you see how much I like you? I'm doing my best, McCoy! Why are you walking away!?"

Landon made it to the living room, the only room in the house that screamed modern luxury with a rebellious, youthful twist of its black leather, neon lights, and cutting-edge tech. A giant TV loomed on one wall, surrounded by shelves of video games, energy drinks, and a guitar. Jackson didn't even play the guitar, but it looked sick so why not? When Landon stopped at the entrance, he turned to look at Jackson with indecisiveness and frustration on his face.

"You told me this already. It's jus'..."

"I really like you... I'm in love with you."

"Jackson."

Jackson closed in on the distance between them. "I know you have feelings for me too! I see the way you look at me, McCoy. Don't deny it. Can't you see I'm being serious? What more do you want?" He couldn't this it anymore! Without thinking, he pushed the Alpha up against the living room wall and growled in his face. "What more do you want, huh?" he asked, quieter this time while his hands were on both sides of Landon's hips, keeping him from slipping away.

Landon appeared small, trapped in Jackson's embrace. He looked into the younger man's eyes, seemingly trying to read his thoughts. "What... what 'bout the deal?" he asked.

Slowly, Jackson leaned in; his pupils dilated and his lips trembled. "Fuck the deal," he whispered. He felt Landon's breath hitching at his remarks, and he smirked before he went to kiss the older man's neck, a deep-mouthed kiss that made Landon's whole body shudder. "This was never about the deal—I want you." He kissed Landon's jaw next—with tongue and spit, licking everywhere his lips touched. "I love you." Landon's body went lax; his hands gripping at Landon's upper arms for stabilization. "I love you so freaking much." Jackson closed in on his lips, stealing Landon's breath away for a minute.

When he pulled away to kiss up the older man's neck again, a breathless Landon spoke, "You... you don't know what love is." He sounded like he disbelieved what he was saying—like he was trying to convince himself that.

Didn't know what love was?

DIDN'T KNOW WHAT LOVE WAS?!?!?!

All those nights he spent dreaming of Landon, of his touch and taste and smell—even before he met him this man had dominated his mind every second of every day for the past fifteen years, and he had the nerve to say Jackson didn't know what was love.

"Don't tell me it's because I'm young." Landon gasped a shuddering breath when Jackson tore his shirt from the neck down, splitting it in two before he went for Landon's chest, kissing and sucking and moaning everywhere his lips touches. He could hear Landon's heartbeat now—thrumming loudly against his chest while his breathing went heavy with contained hunger. "Don't go there... it's not my fault I was born too late."

Landon whispered with his eyes closed, "What will people think?"

In an instant, Jackson gripped Landon's face, his eyes flaring with something dark and primal. "Why should I care what people think?" he gritted, releasing pheromones he knew would make the Alpha weak on his knees. "You're mine, McCoy—mine to hold, mine to touch, mine to love." His lips crashed against Landon's collarbone, leaving wet, angry marks. "No one else's. Just. Fucking. Mine."

"Jackson, what's gotten into you?" Landon shivered, his breath hitching as Jackson's grip tightened further, bordering on pain. Still, he wasn't fighting; he was surrendering, submitting to Jackson's touches. "Mm—slow down."

"You want me, I know you want me," Jackson growled, his teeth grazing Landon's skin as he moved upward, latching abc onto the Alpha's neck by his scent gland. "Please... please say you want me." He didn't even realize tears were falling from his eyes until Landon wiped them away from his cheek. Jackson's forehead pressed against Landon's, his voice dropping to a desperate, almost pleading tone. "Please let me in. Please, please, please. Give me a chance." He paused, burying his face against the Alpha's neck, then murmured, "I'll be good to you."

"Okay... okay, Jackson," Landon breathed out, his voice trembling.

He was giving in, surrendering to Jackson's desperate pleas.

The moment those words left his lips, Jackson's pupils dilated with an assertiveness that bordered on unhinged. A feral grin stretched across his face before he growled, sinking his teeth into Landon's neck, right where the Alpha's scent gland pulsed beneath his skin.

Landon gasped, his entire body tensing as Jackson bit down hard, marking him—claiming him—as his own.

Jackson's bite was relentless, his mouth sealing around the sensitive spot with possessive hunger, breaking the skin and releasing his scent into the air. The older man struggled for a moment, instinctively trying to pull away, but Jackson's arms wrapped around him, holding him in place.

"Don't you dare fight it," Jackson murmured against his neck, his words vibrating through Landon's skin. "Just take it. Take me."

"Jackson—" A low, guttural sound escaped Landon as his struggles slowly ceased, his body slackening into Jackson's hold. Pain gave way to something else—something hot and needy—igniting sparks of pleasure where Jackson's teeth were embedded.

"That's it," Jackson purred, sucking softly at the wound now blooming with his mark. He lapped at the blood with his tongue, savoring every bit of Landon's taste.

Landon's breath shuddered again, his hands clutching onto Jackson's arms, fingers digging into his skin. He tilted his head to the side, exposing more of his neck—a silent invitation, a gesture of surrender. Jackson moaned against him, pressing his body flush against the Alpha as he continued to suck and bite, determined to make sure the mark would never fade.

When he finally pulled away, a dazed look on Landon's face greeted him.

Landon didn't know it yet, but the mark would stay forever.

"You're hard," Jackson commented in a husky voice before groping Landon's clothed cock. "So fucking hard. You're enjoying this."

Landon opened his eyes, looking tired, he bit his lower lip. "Why won't I?" He thrust into the younger man's hand. "Make yourself useful and suck me off."

A mischievous smirk tinkered on Jackson's lips. "Yes, Alpha."

His gaze remained locked on Landon's as he lowered himself onto his knees, his lips parting slightly, anticipation burning in his eyes. He inhaled, taking in the sudden needy scent of his Alpha—of his Alpha. His hands moved up, trailing over Landon's thighs, teasingly squeezing and stroking as he settled between the older man's legs.

"Don't look away," Jackson murmured, voice laced with something dangerous and dark. "Watch me. I want to see your face when I make you feel good."

With deliberate slowness, Jackson reached up and unbuttoned Landon's pants, peeling them down enough to free his cock. His fingers wrapped around it, stroking once, twice, feeling it twitch in his hand. Jackson's lips curled in satisfaction.

"I miss this," Landon breathed out in admission, his voice rough, almost trembling as he looked down at Jackson, eyes hooded with lust.

Jackson's heart raced at the confession, his possessiveness flaring up again. He licked his lips, then leaned in closer, letting the tip of his tongue flick over the head, tasting the salty-sweetness of his lover's arousal. The Alpha's hips jerked involuntarily, and Jackson chuckled. "You like that, don't you?" he whispered, his breath hot against Landon's cock. He glanced up, and when Landon nodded wordlessly, he hummed in approval. "Good. I want you to remember how this feels... only I can make you feel like this."

With that, he took Landon into his mouth, inch by inch, until he could feel the weight of him pressing against the back of his throat. Jackson didn't rush; he wanted to savor every moment—every reaction. His eyes remained fixed on Landon's face, watching the way his lover's mouth fell open, how his jaw clenched as Jackson sucked harder, hollowing his cheeks.

"Fuck... Jackson..." Landon groaned, his hands instinctively finding their way to Jackson's hair, gripping tightly. Jackson moaned around him, the sound sending vibrations straight through Landon's core, making his Alpha shudder.

Jackson bobbed his head slowly at first, teasing, then picked up the pace, sucking harder, letting his tongue swirl around Landon's length. He wanted to consume him, possess him—claim every part of him just like he'd marked him earlier. There was no more escaping after today.

The taste, the feel of Landon's cock in his mouth, made Jackson dizzy with desire.

Suddenly Landon moaned—deep and wanting—before thrusting his hips and cumming deep down Jackson's throat. The younger man drank it up, swallowing the salty goodness like a starved man. Mine, he thought when his eyes caught Landon looking at him with a pleased smile; the word echoing in his mind. Mine, mine, mine!

A/N: Whose POV do you guys like the most?