A/B/O Verses

“I am Bjorn ... son of Ragnar ... and the Alpha of this pack.” Bjorn acknowledged with a nod. Then he realized something. Waving a small hand. “Do you not have sight little shifter?” he asked with some curiosity as he stepped toward her. Then he sighed. That meant she would not be his responsibility. Taking her small hand, he placed it on his forearm, “Come ... we will journey together.” He agreed before starting to walk with her along the path to their community of dens. “Why did you come into these woods?”

Bjorn was slaked as his little female straddled him and turned her face to his. “I do not wish to hurt you.” He murmured quietly as he turned her slowly, laying her out in the centre of the bed, his body covering hers. “I am here. Keep your gaze on me or let your eyes close. Know only me... my scent ... my presence ...” He crooned in a soft growl with tender nipping kisses. His tongue flicked between her pale lips and pulled her open to him. 

He could feel her heat spiralling. It was coming quickly, she must have been close to her natural heat. He pressed his body against hers, letting her feel his weight as he kissed her, trying to fill her senses with him and only him.

“They are wildlings, yes,” she gave him a bit of a mischievous grin, pushing her fingers through her hair. “And you are too kind. To me and my pups. I know I’ve thanked you, but I should like to repay your generosity one day; however you’d like me to.” 

Opening the basket right there on the front stoop, despite fumbling with it and the very lovely bow, she inspected the contents of her gift with a bright smile. First at being given a gift at all, and secondly such a thoughtful one. Then realization struck perhaps a moment too late as she realized what this was. “Did you….make me a nesting basket?” She asked, curiously. Not exactly shocked or surprised, those emotions would perhaps come later, but more just genuinely confused at the moment of being offered such a basket.

Ubbe’s cheeks were practically glowingly red as she inspected the basket in front of him. “I ... I ... it is a ...” He cleared his throat, “ ... a courting basket.” Honestly, the ordinarily confident Alpha was so mortified. This was not how this was supposed to go. She was supposed to read the invitation, decide whether to attend and then have it all begin. Not look into her curious eyes while she decided whether to reject him. 

“If ... if you’re not interested ... that is your right, of course. I’d never want you to think you have to ... have to agree to being courted by me.”

She leaned back against his shoulder as she glanced over to Anna and Jamal, watching them. “I think he is going to start trying to give her gifts soon. But I also have heard that Erik is going to make his move soon.” She told him. Looking over at his face, she leaned down to his ear soon after. “I’ll be nice and not tell anyone, as long as you promise to keep that side of you secret together with me.”

“It is just about the order of orgasm? You have some interesting priorities Lily.” Ubbe couldn’t resist teasing the young beauty. He always enjoyed a flirty little one and he was amused by her attitude. If he was a betting man, he would say she would probably be claimed within the next year and pups within the next two. She was reaching that stage and he could envision a few of the older Alphas who would likely be interested in providing that maturity she was seeking.

“Oh Erik as well. Hmmm ...” Ubbe replied laughing softly. “I will keep your secrets, should you choose to share any.” He murmured quietly. “Now Lily ... why are you pestering an old Alpha on this quiet night.” Leaning in he took a breath of the nape of her neck, sniffing her scent gland. He was surprised and sniffed again. “Lily ... you need to go get your suppressants.”

Releasing a slow breath, she did feel a little better getting it out of her head, at least. She knew, just from what she learned around the pack, it was important for omegas to talk to their Alphas, not let everything fester in their minds. It was a habit of hers - to fester, but she actually found herself not wanting to do that. Watching him sign, she shifted a bit, taking her a moment to reply as she considered it. “I know you’re all here. I don’t know if I have the words to explain. I’ve never talked about things - not big things, not my past, only every day stuff,” she tried to explain. Lila didn’t know if she was quite ready to divulge her past, but even now, she felt like she’d be safe if she did which  was a first for her. There was always an intense fear of being judged, of people confirming it was her fault, like she’d been told. “I don’t know what to do with choices. I just know I like you, Bjorn, and Ivar - a lot. I’m nervous, but I want to be with you, all of you.” Giving a small shrug, “It’s been on my mind, how I feel around you three, and I needed to get it out. Try to understand it or something.”

“Of course it is okay, Lila. We aren’t a prison ... we are trying to be your family.” Ubbe assured quietly. He was worried about her, frowning lightly as she communicated and he responded carefully, Soon you will get to choose and then after that ... if the choices are too much ... you will have three bossy males that would be happy to help you with making all future choices ... does that make sense my little one.

Turning his attention tot he meal, he turned in the pan. Pulling her into the line of his body, he dusted a kiss over the top of her head. “When you are ready to tell us your stories Lila. We will listen. All of them. The big scary ones to the little everyday ones. We will not change our mind about you. We will argue sometimes or have days where we do not get along but we will always be yours.”

Eyes scanned to watch as they turned onto a back road, curious about the surroundings. It was pretty, looked fairly quiet, too, and she appreciated that. She didn’t realize that she needed this, something softer and calmer, something peaceful. It allowed a low sigh, a content one, to release, though she had no doubt being alone with Bjorn would be difficult. Being alone with any of them was difficult, especially if there was touching and teasing involved. Already, she knew how it felt, being so close to Ubbe, to Ivar, and it was better than she could’ve imagined. She knew it’d be the same with Bjorn.

A smile graced her lips as he fussed over her, making sure she was all set. Nodding, Lila waited for him to return with the camera. The small girl grasped his arm, giving it a small tug, gesturing for him to lean down to her as she pressed up. Her lips brushed softly against his, head tipping with a hint of shyness, “You’re so good to me, thank you,” she gazed up at him, turning slightly just to push the door of the truck closed once she shifted out of the way of it.

Bjorn was the least skilled at signing, although he understood it well. I like taking care of you. He confided before wrapping his hand around hers and leading her onto the trail. He didn’t mind Lila’s quiet ways and he hoped she liked the woods that filled his heart. As they walked, he pointed out small wild creatures or pretty flowers he thought would interest her. He didn’t pick them though. He preferred to leave nature where it belonged. 

Finally he settled her on his lap on a large stone and gave her a water bottle to have a drink. 

There you are my girl ... He paused and then continued, Are you happy with us, Lila?

The sensation of his rough thumb over such a sensitive spot gathered a soft sound, pleasured, from the redhead as she returned his kiss, she began to slowly roll her hips into his motions, her body opening up for him. Long nails moved to cascade down his back, letting scratch marks eat away at his skin.

Niamh’s head moved easily when he moved in for her throat: he did want her, she thought to herself. It wasn’t just him coming to breed her and leave. Had he seen her before she’d seen him, somehow? How had he chosen? The redhead pushed those thoughts from her head at the feeling of his teeth, which garnered a small cry from her, eyes popping open wide with the sensation of his cock stretching her so far and his teeth breaking her skin. “Yes Alpha,” she let out, her mouth hanging open for a moment in pleasure. It wasn’t long before she moved faster with him, trying to grind down onto his length, practically mewling for more.

“That’s right ... you belong to me.” Bjorn asserted in the face of her compliance. It was satisfying. He rode her hard now as she rose to meet him. She was exquisite. “Ride your Alpha little one ... Ride me and claim me ... exactly where you belong.” 

He gave her clit a rough pinch but he felt that familiar tingle down his spine ... growling low and soft, he kissed her lips almost tenderly. He had been watching her for some time. A flirty creation but soft and good despite her flirtations. She would make him a good mate and a fine mother for his pups. Waiting for her had been challenging but wait he did. And now she was here and she was his. 

With a roar, he jerked hard within her, bruising her small form as he filled her, flooding her core with his seed. He had only moments before he would knot. He could pull out. Instead he braced her against him and let his body fill hers, filling her little body with his knot, until he couldn’t move any further within her. He let his weight rest on her but was careful not to allow it to grow too heavy. Instead, he braced himself over her, soft kisses dancing over her lips and little licks to the mark he had left on her neck. “Are you all right?”

Warren chatted briefly. With the smell of the little omega, his pupils dilated and he shifted his feet. The alpha swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded, making small talk before taking the warning to heart. “Yes, sir. I’ll be sure to let the others know.” He affirmed before handing over the letter. Warren was quick to leave as he had his own omega to attend to.

When Warren left, Syn emerged from around the corner. Her fists were wrapped up in Bjorn’s large shirt. “Yes, alpha.” She could sense the tension in his voice and was quick to obey his orders. She settled into her seat and watched Bjorn, waiting for her meal.

“Good. Tell them to keep away until I am satisfied.” He instructed firmly before closing the door. He brushed a hand over Syn’s fair head. He watched her scurry to her spot and proceeded to fill her plate with a nice slice of bread on the side. A glass of water was placed in front of her as well.

Her lips formed a wide grin with lips pressed together at his soft touch; blue hues glanced at his finger tracing her hand, it was tickling her softly and made her chuckle even. She could tell he was nervous, and for a reason, Hilma couldn’t imagine being in his shoes and having to approach another, do all of this. But she was nervous, too, Hilma tried not to get carried away because she knew if this succeeded it would be for life. “I don’t think we will ever understand each other. All people are different. My mother often tells me how it’s not all just about good looks and love, it’s also about trust, understanding, friendship. Because it’s someone you hope to spend your whole life with, you know?”she said with a small shrug and looked up at him as their fingers intertwined. “So far I’m really enjoying getting to know you… And I can tell you over and over not to be so nervous, but then again so am I.”Hilma chuckled and gave his hand a squeeze. 

“Do you think you’re ready to settle? It’s a common question for people our age. I kinda hate how opinionated some people can be, and not respect opinions of others. Like, we’re all different. My parents got married really young, they were ready. Remembering myself at eighteen, I was never ready back then. I’m just curious, hope you don’t mind.”

“I am glad they could have you ... their little Omega ... we will honour your parents and ensure they are cared for ... have grandpups...” Ivar assured and then flushed as he realized how very presumptuous he was in making such a pronouncement. He took another bite of food and let her talk but he could picture a small Hilma going around taking care of those around her.

“We shall be nervous together then ... and become friends at least.” Ivar responded with a bit of a smile. That smiled widened as she squeezed his hand. “Yes ... I am ready. I see others with their mates and their pups ... I feel such an envy ... and when I go home, I find myself hating the quiet. My father always said that was when he knew, when the quiet no longer offered comfort but chafed. Because there should be a mate and young filling up your den and not that awful quiet.” He sighed softly.

She could feel his cock brushing against her, and she shifted under him to try to get it inside her. She was beyond the point of using words, especially with him so close to her. His scent completely surrounded her, and seemed to sink into her skin. 

All she could do was whine and squirm, letting out whimpers and keens as she tried to tempt him into pushing into him. 

She was going to be his... his female ... his mate ... as it should be ... as it was meant to be. Wrapping his hand around his length, be brushed the head of his cock against her core and then pushed forward, breaching her slick core. The ride was not something sweet and gentle. No ... Ivar was a greedy bastard. He shoved forward, forcing the girl to take all of him before wrapping his hands around her hips. He braced her against him and then started to move, riding her hard and fast, filling her again and again as he did so. The rut was upon him, a corresponding response to her heat and he couldn’t resist staking a rough claim on the female. 

At the question, he smiled gently, appreciating the concern. “No, everything sounds great.” At the further questions, he reached up to play with his hair for a moment, his cheeks flushing lightly. “No, I don’t think it would. I don’t even need to use insulin when I shift. Diabetes can be passed on, but it wouldn’t cause complications, so long as I keep managing it.”

“Then perhaps we could go out sometime. For a run. You could meet my brothers, help me chase some rabbits.” He replied with a grin, looking forward to the idea of another outing. At the information that the planned meal would be acceptable, the Alpha let out a sigh of relief. “Thank goodness. I will be careful in future ... if ...” He shrugged lightly, realizing he was being more than a little presumptuous. “Good good ... I suppose it is at least something that can be managed. Laying out a few appetizers on the table, Ivar shifted on his crutch just enough to refill the water glasses. “Everything will be ready soon.”

She saw people looking at them and the men whispering to their omega’s about Ivar. “It’s so easy that sometimes a women can pay for a man and to be equals about it. I know. I know. That it isn’t apart of the whole courting thing at all, but I just felt bad because I was late.” She looks back at Ivar and places a hand along his cheek. She placed her head on his shoulder and felt the eyes on them. “I don’t care what anyone thinks about us, Ivar. I talked with some of the other girls who are being courted as well and none of their Alpha’s have been given such matching gifts to their personalities.”

“If we were already a mated pair, they wouldn’t question it ... but we are ... I hope we are ... courting. If I am courting, there are rules. Things I must do, things I should not do. Places where I am permitted to touch, places I am not ... not yet. Not until you start your heat and then I make the offering and you ... you decide if I am good enough.” He murmured, trying to explain.

A smiled warmed his features, “I am pleased the gifts met with your approval.” He murmured as one fingertip traced over the ribbon in her hair. “I thought a lot about them ... to make sure they would please you.” he continued softly.