Mouse 🐭

When you wake up it’s still light outside so you think it’s the next morning when actually it’s seven in the evening. Whimpering at the discomfort still present through your body, Gaz stirs first at the noise. His arm tightens around your waist, pulling you off of Price’s cock slightly. The knot locking you together has softened, making you pliable in Gaz’s hands. Then you feel his cock pressing against your ass through his pants, your eyes flying open. You tilt your head back to look at Gaz, your skin already sticky with sweat again.

“Morin’ bun, cap’n wasn’t enough for you, huh?” His accent is thick with sleep. It makes your cunt clench around Price’s cock who starts to stir at the feeling. 

“He was but..” You trail off, eyes fluttering as Gaz grinds against you. He’s certainly as big as Price if not thicker. He smirks against your neck, nipping where Price left his bond mark last night.

“But what, bunny? Need more? Just a sweet little bun in heat who can’t think of anythin’ but gettin’ bred.” Your moan wakes up the rest of the alphas instantly, three sets of eyes boring into you and Gaz. But he doesn’t care. No he just pulls you off of Price’s cock fully, easily flipping you to face him as if you weigh no more than a 10 pound weight. His brown eyes are fiery with lust but there’s a hint of something softer in them. 

“Morning Kyle.” You breathe out. Wrapping your arms around his neck as Price grumbles sleepily behind you about not getting enough time to cuddle you, your lips twitch into a smile at how adorable the alpha manages to sound like this. He knotted you so well last night that not a single drop of his cum leaks out of you, though your cunt is already a mess of slick. 

“Pretty bun,” He leans down and captures your lips in a soft yet hungry kiss. One hand roams your body until it slots between your legs, he groans loudly against the kiss. Slender fingers instantly pushing into your tight heat, “So fuck’n wet already. Cap’n should have told us how tight you are. It’s like he never even fucked ya.” 

You break the kiss fully to bury your face in his neck, whimpering while grinding against his fingers. He holds you close, smirking at Price over your head who’s glaring at his sergeant, though there’s not much heat to it. Gaz takes it as a challenge, curling his fingers until he finds that spot that makes you shriek. 

“There she is. My noisy little girl.” His fingers abuse that spot, not stretching you like Price did. No, he’s trying to prove a point. You cling to his shoulders, finally realizing he’s not wearing a shirt when you don’t feel it under your hands, your walls try to milk his fingers. 

“G-Gaz! Alpha.” You moan into his skin, already a pile of mush despite waking up only ten minutes ago. “Please, alpha!” 

You sound so much sweeter when you’re begging for him, his eyes turn nearly black. Your nails dig into his skin slightly, pulling a deliciously deep growl from him. Mewling rather pathetically, bucking against his hand. His fingers never stop inside of you, your stomach tightens rapidly. He presses his nose against your scent gland, inhaling deeply with a low growl.

“Please what, little bun? Wanna hear what you wan’” He nips the gland. You’d love to respond to him but when you open your mouth only a scream of pleasure leaves your lips. Your body arches against him, slick chest sticking to his in an instant. He smirks against your skin, gently coaxing an orgasm out of you using your g-spot. Your body trembles against his, face pressed flush against his neck so all you can smell is him. 

He rocks his fingers to help you through it, rumbling against your hair. He chuckles softly at the soft gasps that come out of your mouth, looking down to see you completely melted against him. The alphas readjust on the bed, Price, Ghost and Soap make a protective circle around you, giving you and Gaz space in the nest. Your hips gently rock against his hand, eyes closed as you catch your breath. 

“Want to ride you.” You mutter, finally managing to answer his question. Gaz groans loudly, pulling his fingers out of your cunt which makes you whine. He shuts you up by gently shoving his fingers in your mouth, making you taste yourself. He puts his thumb on your chin and forces your head up to look at you while you suckle his fingers.

“If you’re sure you can handle that, your legs didn’t work too well yesterday, doll.” He teases. You try to speak against his fingers but it’s no use, so instead you nod. Your eyes shine with determination that has him unbuttoning his pants with one hand. He pulls his fingers from your mouth so you can pull down his pants fully, they join the clothes that create the nest. 

His thick cock slaps against his thigh, heavy and hard. You swallow hard, your eyes glazing over at the sight. Gaz chuckles, reaching up and wiping drool from your lip that you didn’t even know was there. Crawling on top of him, you wrap one hand around him. He growls lowly, bucking into your hand.

“Wan’ taste you, alpha!” You mewl. It  draws a collective groan from all of the men, Gaz grabs your hips, dragging your slick cunt along his thigh until it’s pressing against his cock in your hand.

“Let me feel ya first, please bun.” You can’t believe your ears, the alpha is begging for you. You nod dumbly, lifting your hips to position yourself over his length. “Promise ya can taste me all you want while Johnny or Si ruin that pretty pussy later.” 

You nearly fall against his chest at the mixture of his words and his cock splitting your cunt in half, the angle is deeper than when Price was above you last night. Planting your shaking hands on Gaz’s chest, you slowly raise your hips before sinking back down on him. Whimpering as you get used to this movement,

“Fucking hell.. Ngh! So deep, alpha!” You moan. Starting to move your hips faster, making Gaz tighten his hold on your hips. It takes every ounce of his self control to not pound into you from below, letting you have control for now. He takes in your beauty from below, your tits bounce hypnotizingly, begging to be milked. Your hips become extra plush and grabbable every time you sit down on his cock, your head is cocked down so he can see every small reaction to the pleasure. He thinks you look like an angel.

“Such a pretty bunny.” His voice is low and gruff. He grips your hips so hard his fingers leave indents in your skin, leaning up he latches to your nipple. Sucking firmly, rolling the bud against his tongue. “Perfect fuckin’ tits. Could stay like this all day.” 

Your legs tremble around his waist as he teases your tits, going back and forth between them as you try to keep pace while riding him. Hands moving to cling to his shoulders, while his arms lock around your back. Gaz never moves his face, tormenting your nipples and tits with suckling and bite marks. His hips start moving roughly against you, getting lost in the way you feel against him, how perfectly small his omega is compared to him. 

You let out a shriek, becoming putty in his arms. Each snap of his hips is rougher than the one before, your body jolting against his with every movement. He cradles the back of your head, kissing up the valley of your breasts and up your neck. Deeply inhaling against your scent gland,

“Sweet girl in heat. Smells like my bunny needs another mark.” He kindly waits for you to beg for him. His fingers play with your hair as he continues pounding into you, his thrusts never faltering.

“Please.. Please Kyle. Need it. Want to be yours.” You whine his name so sweetly he’s almost convinced that the angels have taken him and he’s dreaming. He doesn’t bite in the same exact spot as Price, his teeth sinking into your already tender skin. He rolls his hips against yours, buried to the hilt. His cock creates an adorable bulge in your stomach, in his opinion anyways. He bites harder, marking you thoroughly. 

You’re too dumbed out to notice Price getting more and more worked up, his rut is making it harder to control himself than Ghost and Soap. He snaps when he sees Gaz’s knot starting to form, moving with skilled precision and speed. You squeak as you feel a second set hands on you, Price’s hard cock rests against your bouncing ass. Gaz glares at his captain, his pace picking up again. Purposefully not letting Price get enough friction from your ass, forcing moans from your lips as he abuses your leaking cunt.

“Don’ even think about breakin’ her, sergeant.” Price’s voice holds a hint of command but it does nothing to stop Gaz. 

“Ya had her yesterday, can’ even have her cunt for one min’te before you’re getting in the way.” Gaz bites back aggressively. Growling as Price pulls on your hips so you’re fully seated on the younger alpha’s cock, his own throbs between your ass cheeks. You whimper as Gaz’s knot twitches against your entrance, burying your face in his neck.

You wish that you could tell them to stop but your mind is too hazy, smiling dumbly at the feeling of being pressed between alphas. Neither Ghost or Soap move to intervene, knowing better than to try to stop the two alphas, their presence will just make it worse. Your hips buck softly against Gaz’s softly, unintentionally letting Price’s cock slide between your cheeks. Both men let out a deep growl, possessive sounds that makes your cunt clench tightly around Gaz. 

“Don’ think about fuckin’ her ass, cap’n.” The younger alpha slams his knot into your cunt, fucking you on it. Your eyes roll back, hands clinging to Gaz. Not being able to see Price’s smirk as he watches his sergeant ruin their omega. He stays exactly where he is behind you, grabbing your hips.

Price forces your movements against Gaz, smugness shining in his eyes as Gaz falters. Your captain forces you to bounce on your sergeant's cock, Gaz’s knot swells more making it harder to bounce but that doesn’t deter Price.

“Ye wanted to fuck her, tell us how she feels, Garrick.” Price commands. His lips tracing down your spine with gentle kisses. If you felt like a ragdoll last night then you feel like a sex doll right now, barely able to form a single thought. Eyes completely glazed over, making cute little incoherent babbles of pleasure. 

“Fu… Fuck, sir.” Gaz finally manages to grunt out. His knot swelling dangerously inside of your pussy, “She.. She feels like heaven. Tightest thing ‘ve ever felt. Warm little bun, wanna make my nest inside her.” He tosses his head back, hands gripping your tits as you’re bounced on his cock. 

His words whirl around in your brain, his accent is so thick and enticing. You don’t think as you lean down and bite his shoulder hard, teeth sinking into flesh as your cunt spasms around his knot. You whimper against his skin, not even fully processing your orgasm. Gaz can’t hold it anymore, squeezing your breasts as he thrusts up and buries himself as deep as possible. His cum filling you just as Price’s did last night, he lets out a sound that sounds like a howl. It makes you shiver but you pull away from his shoulder with a smile, sweetly kissing the bitemark you left. When you’re sobered up from your heat you’re going to regret biting him so hard but all that matters right now is that he bred you.

“Good boy, Kyle.” Price praises the younger man softly. Letting you collapse on Gaz’s chest, “Fillin’ our girl up jus’ right. ‘N good job, pretty girl. Took him so well.” 

Price kisses your head. His head surprisingly level for still being in rut, especially since he just fucked you on Gaz’s cock. He lays down next to both of you, one arm slung over both of you. Gaz comes down from his high first, holding you desperately against him. Kissing as much of you as he possibly can, his eyes shining with pride at Price’s praise. He rubs your back,

“Ya did so good for us, bun. Such a good omega.” He whispers against you. One hand comes up to play with your hair, trying to soothe your heat clouded mind. You snuggle into him, mewling at the praise. “Gonna give us such a good litter, jus’ know it bunny.” 

You rub your face against his shoulder, whining happily. Your eyes are still glazed over but shine with pure devotion up at him, his cock twitches inside of you. Knot still locking you together. He smiles softly, rubbing your head. You feel the bed shift, Ghost and Soap come into your eyeline. Ghost has a water bottle with a straw in it, gently guiding the straw to your lips. 

“Ye gotta drink, lovely.” His voice is inviting. You nod softly, wrapping your lips around the straw. Gulping down the bottle, not having realized how thirsty you were. “There ye go, good girl.” 

He silently asks Soap for another bottle, Soap opens it and gives it to Ghost. He puts the straw back in and holds it to your lips, you drink this bottle a little slower than the first. Soaking in the alphas praise, Soap’s hand joins Gaz’s in your hair. 

“Ya need rest, lassie.” He admires how cute you look wrapped up between Price and Gaz. You nod weakly, yawning widely. You feel like you’ve slept so much already but you know better than to try and fight the alphas right now, besides they know more about heats than you. Leaning over you kiss Price’s bearded cheek, purring contently. He leans into your lips, gently tracing small shapes on your back.

“You’re really fuckin’ hot.” You mumble as you snuggle more between Price and Gaz, staying planted on Gaz’s knot. Price chuckles proudly, eyes shining with love as you lean up and kiss the sergeant’s jaw next. Your hands still clinging to Gaz, “‘N you gotta keep calling me bun, makes me all fuzzy on the inside.”

Gaz full belly laughs, finding you absolutely adorable in this state. He kisses your forehead gently, smiling against your skin. He turns so you’re properly sandwiched between him and Price, nuzzling his face into your hair. Proudly showing off the bite mark you left to the others, almost like he’s saying ‘she bit me first, fuckers.’ 

“Can do, little bun. Ya looked so pretty hoppin’ on my cock.” His words elicit a squeal from you. He smirks against your hair, rubbing your hips to calm you down. You happily snuggle between him and your captain, eyes drooping but not closing. Ghost and Soap exchange an amused look,

“Stubborn little thing, ay?” Ghost teases gently. Settling back on the bed, he doesn’t mind waiting for his turn. Knowing the longer he waits, the deeper you’ll be in heat, the easier it will be to mold your innocent body against his less pure one. 

“‘M not stubborn. Just sleepin’ a lot recently, it’s boring!” You pout against Gaz’s chest. Soap bursts into laughter, leaning against Ghost. He ruffles your hair affectionately,

“Supposed to be borin’, sweetheart. Yer gettin’ fucked into the mattress by all of us, ye need yer energy.” His words sound so sinfully beautiful. Making you arch as Price’s arms wrap around you and Gaz tighter. “‘N ye don’ even need to sleep, jus’ rest up fer us.” 

You nod, trying to relax. Your aching body slowly melts into the mattress, your breathing becomes even and steady. Price and Gaz exchange a small smile, leaning in and kissing one of your shoulders each. Soap hums an old Scottish song, watching over the three of you with protectiveness though when his eyes land on you they flicker with something darker. Ghost rests his head against Soap’s, the same look in his eyes. The scot’s humming soothes everyone, the scent in the room now smells a bit more like a pack’s though it’s still overpowered by your sweet scent. 

No one speaks and no one has to, it’s clear that this is long overdue. Not only for you but for the alphas. All of them are older, it’s time they settled down but it’s always been hard to find a mate while jumping from mission to mission. You’re like an angel that was sent straight from the heavens to them, well maybe not the heavens. After all you’re just as sinful as them, a killer, a soldier, an omega who will let your deepest desires out like it’s the simplest request in the world. Nevertheless you’re their angel, their darling omega that they’ll do anything to protect. 

Price’s hand instinctively rests on your stomach, silently hopeful that you do get knocked up. Unable to deny years of wanting to have children, to have a family away from the army. This is better than he could have imagined. One of your hands rests on top of Price’s while the other absentmindedly traces shapes on Gaz’s chest. Gaz notices your and Price’s hands, putting his on top of yours. You purr loudly, feeling a blissful wave of calm in the midst of your heat. Though you know it won’t last long. 

Gaz gently pulls out when his knot is deflated, giving your cunt a moment to rest from intrusion. You snuggle closer to him, some of his cum leaking out onto your thighs. Price’s eyes darken, his free hand comes down and scoops up the viscous liquid. You moan against Gaz’s chest as Price gently shoves his finger into your pussy, forcing the seed back into you. 

“Knot her properly next time, Kyle. Don’ like her wasting cum.” Price kisses your shoulder. Feeling your cunt clench around his fingers, sucking the younger alpha’s seed deeper. He smirks approvingly against your skin, “There ye go, takin’ it all like the good mate ye are.” 

“Fucking hell, cap’n. Didn’t know you had such a thing for breeding.” You breathe out. He chuckles against your skin,

“Only when it comes to ye.” He inhales your scent. “And ‘m gonna breed ya again once Soap ‘n Ghost have had their turns. Gonna make sure you get nice ‘n round.”

“Surprised you’re waiting that long, John.” You tease gently. Resulting in him nipping the side of your neck.

“Watch yerself, doll. Keep teasin’ ‘n I won’t be as nice as I was with Gaz, make ye take two of us at once.” He pulls out his fingers, sucking them clean. Your face flushes slightly, hiding against Gaz with a whimper. 

Ghost leans down and puts his hand on your head, “Don’ listen to him too much, lovely. He’s still in rut, we won’ force ya to stretch that much.. Yet.” 

You cling to Gaz tighter, squeaking loudly. The men chuckle, enjoying your flustered state. Gaz’z chest rumbles against your face, making you pout against him. He gently rubs your scalp, kissing your forehead while still chuckling. 

“Don’t tease her, Si. She’s not that desperate yet.” 

“You guys suck. I want Soap, he won’t tease.” You gently and playfully hit his chest, grumbling in a whiny voice. 

Gaz and Price try to tighten their hold on you but Soap scoops you up too fast for them, making both alphas growl in annoyance. Your eyes fly all the way open at Soap’s display of speed and strength, he smirks at the others. Holding you against him like a prized possession.

“Not goin’ tease, lovebug.” He nuzzles his face against yours. Savoring the way you giggle as his stubble gently scratches your face. “Yer too cute for that right now. Glow’n like yer already pregnant.” 

You squeal as he kisses from your cheek, down your neck and to the valley of your breasts. His calloused fingers gently rub your belly as he greedily covers your skin in kisses. His blue eyes look like a supernova, shining up at you with love.  He chuckles against your skin, kissing down to your stomach. The kisses become more protective and almost possessive, a silent message hidden under them, a vow to keep any pups you have safe. 

“Gonna be the prettiest mama.” His voice is deep and throaty. You wrap your legs around him, hands tangling in his short mohawk. Your slick rubs against his chest, pulling a groan from him. He presses a long kiss on your belly, memorizing how your skin feels against his lips. “Always wanted a wee one, think yer gonna give us a cute little litter.” 

“You guys are gonna be perfect fathers. I can’t wait.” You pull him into a kiss. Your slick leaves a trail along his chest as he lets himself be pulled by you, hungrily returning it. One of his large hands cups your cheek, his tongue invading your mouth. 

“C’n I have my turn, lovebug? Ye rested enough?” Soap asks in such a sweet voice that you can’t deny him. Nodding softly, arching against him. His face lights up with a massive smile, positioning himself between your legs. “That’s our good girl.” 

Your legs instantly lock behind his back, hands still tangled in his hair. His chest is flush against yours, his chest hair is surprisingly soft. The feeling of it against your breasts makes your mind go completely blank for a second, wide eyes peeking out from his broad shoulder. One hand flies to his back, digging into his skin to keep him close. He kisses the unmarked side of your neck,

“Yer clenchin’ around my tip and I’m nah even in ye.” His accent is thicker than you’ve ever heard. But you don’t have time to be embarrassed about his words, Soap pushes in slowly pulling a loud mewl from your lips. He’s definitely the softest of the alphas, easing into you, big hands rubbing your hips to soothe you. Nipping your neck gently, rocking his hips against you while whispering soft praises in your ear.

“Wee bonnie lass.” His teeth graze your skin as if asking for permission before he bites. 

“Please Johnny.” You mewl. Tilting your neck into his teeth, grinding your hips against his. He lets out a noise that sounds like a satisfied rumble, kissing the spot before letting his instincts take over. 

His bite feels more painful than Gaz’s or Price’s but it’s not bad pain, your walls spasm around his cock. He groans into your skin, lapping hungrily at the small droplets of blood and your sweat. His thrusts become deeper and harder, his full balls slap against your ass creating a vulgar echo in the room. 

“Ye make it hard to control myself.” He growls against your skin. If he could, he'd crawl inside of you, make you his in every possible way he could. You try to keep up with his thrusts but your legs are already shaking again. He notices and grabs your hips more firmly, pulling them off of the bed enough to put a pillow below them. 

A yelp of pleasure leaks into the hallway as he slams into your messy cunt, grinding against you so you can feel every inch of his cock, every throb, every vein, his knot that’s starting to form. Your hand tugs on his hair harder than you were expecting, his eyes darken with excitement. A twisted smile playing on his lips as your nails dig deep enough into his back to draw blood. 

Soap continues his tortuous movements, drinking in each whimper and squeal with pride. Grinding harder as his knot swells, it’s not even halfway to properly locking you together and it’s already bigger than Price’s. If you were thinking properly you’d lock that information away to ask about later, knowing that you have a lot to learn about alphas. But you’re not thinking at all, drooling at the sensation of his knot rubbing against your walls. 

“Ye feel like clouds, angel.” He’s called you so many pet names since you’ve joined the task force but angel is by far your favorite. Your heart races, whining loudly. Clawing at his back as if trying to pull him even deeper. 

He steadily rocks his hips against yours, never pulling out. It’s sensual, borderline loving. Your pussy clamps down on his cock, your back arching beautifully off of the bed. At this point you’ve lost track of how many times you’ve come, barely able to piece anything together other than pleads for the alphas. Soap groans loudly, snapping his hips against yours without pulling out too far, staying as close as possible to you. Your nails digging trackmarks into his back sends him even closer to the edge, god he wishes he could last longer but your cunt is just so warm, so wet, so inviting. 

His hips grind against yours as his seed mixes with Gaz’s and Price’s. Your stomach bulges slightly with how much cum the alphas have pumped with you so far. Soap’s knot swells to full size, your cunt stretching further than before. He notices the slight discomfort on your face, leaning in and kissing each crinkle on your face.

“‘M sorry angel, ah know it hurts.” His voice is barely above a whisper. He rubs your sides, stilling above you. Even as your walls milk his cock for everything it’s worth. You crack your eyes which you didn’t know you had even closed, leaning up and kissing his cheek. Nuzzling your nose against his, panting heavily. 

“Jus.. Jus’ give me a minute.” He nods. Nuzzling his nose back against you, grinning at the penguin kiss. 

“Yer adorable. Wee omega takin’ such a big knot, jus’ like ah knew ye would.” His breath mingles with yours. You force him to lay his body weight on you while he knots you, knowing he won’t be able to pull out for a while.

“Thank you.” You whisper out. Yawning and snuggling up under him, but Price speaks up before you can go to sleep. 

“You’re goin’ need to eat something soon, lovely…. And decide when ye want Simon.” His eyes roam your body under Soap’s with a predatory gleam. You think for a moment, not feeling hungry. Finally you open your mouth to respond but Ghost speaks up first,

“Right after Johnny. She needs to be stretched.” His words swirl around in your head, etching in the deepest part of your memory for later. Nodding dumbly in agreement which makes Price and Gaz raise their eyebrows.

“Ya sure ya handle that, bun?” Gaz asks. You nod again, smiling up at him.

“I c’n, Kyle. Promise, I’ll be good for Si.” 

“Great, ya made her dumb lads.” Gaz teases. Enjoying the way Ghost grips the sheets to control himself, resisting the urge to rip you off of Soap’s cock to sink his aching cock into your cunt. You sleepily pout at him and he reaches to play with your hair, “Ya need to sleep, sweet bunny.” 

You reach up and gently grab Gaz’s hand, bringing it against you. He happily lets you tug his arm wherever you want, his eyes glimmering with affection. Soap holds you gently, humming softly again to lull you to sleep. Kissing your neck, jaw and cheeks every so often. You coo under your breath, drifting off but not before hearing Soap mutter. 

“We’ll wake ye when Simon’s ready.” You nod before passing out completely. The two rapid fucks by Gaz and Soap took far more out of you then your realized, high on endorphins and your heat. But now you’re snuggled cutely against Soap, glowing below the Scotsman. 

“Bloody hell that girl has more stamina than I thought.” Price chuckles. Stroking your cheek as you sleep, the others nod in agreement. 

“Wouldn’t mind doin’ what ya did earlier again, sir.” Gaz gives his captain a cheeky smile. Price returns it, nodding. His blue eyes shine with challenge,

“Next time ‘m fuck her pretty ass. She’s not goin’ break, Garrick.” His words evoke a guttural and possessive growl from Soap. The Scotsman curling around you protectively, instantly making Gaz and Price shut up though they continue to silently challenge each other. 

Ghost lets out a deep chuckle, “Easy, Johnny. Be careful with our girl” He places his hand on the younger alpha’s shoulder. 

Soap instantly calms down, burying his nose in your scent gland with a huff. His broad form envelopes your body perfectly, creating a cocoon of warmth and protection. The room fills with what the alphas consider adorable snores from you. Their eyes soften as they realize the trust you have for them to sleep this soundly among them during your heat, little do they know Ghost’s plan. 

The peace in the room is too nice to disturb, none of the men can remember a time that they’ve felt this level of peace and safety. Ghost intertwines his ungloved hand into Soap’s hair while Gaz curls around both you and Soap. Price bites back his stubbornness and wraps himself around Gaz, slinging his hairy arm over him and Soap. Giving space to Ghost so he can restrain himself until his lieutenant has had his turn with you. 

The largest alpha rumbles happily, watching over the pack. His lips twitch at the sight of everyone so relaxed, playing with Soap’s hair. Locking this memory away for lonely nights and dark missions, slightly unsure of how to feel about the new light in his nearly pitch black life. His cheeks flush pink as the small coos of happiness you make in your sleep make his cock throb painfully. 

Something so sweet and domestic shouldn’t make him want to slide in right behind Soap, it shouldn’t make him want to disturb your slumber with his massive erection. But it does, he lets out a low groan and gently readjusts his boxers. Letting his free hand rest over his crotch, not putting enough pressure for any pleasure, wanting to save himself for you. 

Soap can sense that Ghost is disturbed and unable to relax like the rest of the pack, looking up with halflidded eyes. The older man ruffles his hair, resting his own head against the wall behind him. A low groan slips from his lips, making Soap wake up a bit more.

“Ye okay, LT?” At that moment Ghost doesn’t know if he wants to fuck you or Soap more.

“Once your knot has deflated I want her.” He manages to grit out. Pressing down on his erection slightly, letting his eyes flutter for a moment. Soap smirks as everything clicks together. 

“Oh c’mon Simon, let her rest.” Though his eyes shine with something that looks like understanding and perverted lust. Ghost shakes his head,

“Can’ wait that long. She can rest when ‘m done.” He rumbles deeply. Soap nods, glancing at your face momentarily. Then he glances at Gaz and Price, looking back up at Ghost.

“Ah c’n slip out now.” He gently strokes the hair out of your face. 

Ghost shifts immediately, smirking darkly. He lets out a happy groan as he gets an up close view of your cunt fluttering around nothing as Soap pulls out of you. He kicks off his boxers, positioning himself between your plush and messy thighs. None of Soap’s cum gets the chance to escape as Ghost slowly and carefully pushes into you, groaning lowly at how your cunt clamps around him.

“Desperate thing even in her sleep.” He purrs. Sliding in until his hips are flush against yours, his cock makes your stomach bulge. You stir slightly in your sleep, not knowing what’s going on yet. 

“Careful, Simon. No breakin’ our lass.” Soap grumbles protectively. Ghost chuckles, wrapping his arms around you. His body completely covers yours, a shadow cast over your peaceful form. 

“No promises, Johnny.” He speaks in that gravelly tone that has Soap’s cock twitching to attention all over again. Ghost starts gently rocking his hips, wanting to lull you awake. “C’mere my pretty girl. Time to wake up.” 

Moans slip from your lips before you wake up, mind hazy from sleep and all of the fucking. You roll your head to the side, reaching up to cling to whoever is above you, thinking it’s still Soap. Until your hands meet massive biceps, cracking your eyes. A shrill squeal breaks the peace, your eyes fly open.

“Simon!” 

“Morning’ dollface.. Couldn’ help myself.” Ghost nuzzles your neck. Thrusting with more purpose now, wanting to pull as many sounds out of your mouth as he can. “Ya don’ mind, do you doll?”

“Nuhuh!” You shake your head. Clinging to him properly now, legs locked around his waist. He doesn’t go too fast, not wanting to hurt you. But when he looks at your face all he sees is pleasure, the small ounce of self control he has been clinging to snaps. 

“Fuckin’ hell.” He growls. Snapping his hips so he can watch your tits bounce with each thrust, his eyes completely clouded with lust. “Don’ wanna hurt ya, lovely. But you feel so fuckin’ good. So tight, so sweet, so perfect. Such a good omega, takin’ all of us.” 

His words go straight to your head, you practically glow with pride. Ghost’s lips twitch into a smile, one hand moving to perfectly cup the back of your head. Slowly Price and Gaz start to stir next to you, being able to feel Ghost’s thrusts as the bed moves slightly. Your nails dig into his tattooed bicep pulling a deep sound from him that makes your mind get even more fuzzy. 

“Jesus, Simon. Couldn’t wait till we were awake?” Gaz jokes. Fully alert as he sees how tiny you look under the lieutenant.

“Couldn’ even wait f’r her. Needed to feel. ‘N god she’s better than heaven.” Ghost grunts back. Gaz growls protectively, though he can’t deny how fucking hot it is that Ghost fucked you awake. He swallows hard, eyes snapping to you as you whimper for Simon. 

“Stop talking to them! Want you.” Your voice is the sweetest thing Ghost has ever heard. It has him complying immediately, ignoring as the others mumble about how he’s going to break you if he goes any faster.

“Ya got me, doll. ‘M only payin’ attention to ya.” He pants softly. Leaning in and capturing your lips in the softest yet hungriest kiss you’ve ever experienced. One of you hands tangles in his blonde hair, pulling him closer as you try to devour his mouth. Ghost chuckles proudly against your lips, his hips snapping against yours with more power. Hungrily swallowing the noises you make into the kiss, his hand on your back moves to the front of your body and between your legs.

You arch off of the bed, breaking the kiss with a scream as he circles your clit at the same pace of his thrusts. Your tight cunt flutters around his cock, making him bury his face in your neck. Price watches intently, eyes hooked on where Ghost’s cock disappears in you. His hands fisting the sheets to stop himself from jerking off at the sight, his chin hooked over Gaz’s shoulder to watch. Soap is on your other side, barely breaking as if it’s the only thing stopping him from making out with you to muffle your noises.

“Sweetest little thing. Takin’ my cock like you were made f’r it. Next time ‘m gonna feel what you feel like without gettin’ stretched first.” Ghost mumbles against your skin. He chuckles as he feels your walls clamp down on his cock, “Like that idea, lovely? Wan’ me to split cha open next time?” 

“Uh- ngh!” You can’t even respond properly, the pleasure is too much. Arching into Ghost’s broad chest. “Simon.” You shriek his name. 

You're too deep in the haze of pleasure and your heat to feel the encroaching orgasm, eyes rolling back as Ghost hits that deep spot inside of you. He nips your neck, working your clit faster. You come with a babbled whine that sounds like you’re begging him, his name slips from your lips a few times. This awakens something deep inside of him. He continues rubbing your clit, fucking you through another orgasm. His thrusts shake the entire bed now, his face fully pressed into your neck.

“Fuckin’ shit. Clampin’ down on me like a damn devil.” Ghost nearly purrs in your ear. His voice coarse from the pleasure. He holds your trembling body against his chest as he slams into you as deep as possible, peeking down to watch the bulge in your stomach. His scent thickens with pride, forcing its way into your nose. You lock around him tighter,

“Alpha. Fuck… fuck alpha. Please.” You whimper softly. Feeling your walls mold around his cock. His hand flies to your hip, teeth pressing against your neck. His cock abuses your sweet spot, making it impossibly harder to think straight. “Wan’ pups! Bite please. Pups please. Need it alpha.”

“Damn she’s fully gone.” Gaz mutters but you barely register it. 

“I got cha, little love.” Ghost hums against your skin. “Gonna give ye both. Gonna make you my pretty mama.” 

You squeal excitedly, eyes widening as you feel something gushing around his cock. He looks up at you with sparkling dark blue eyes, a shit eating smirk on his face. He uses the slick of your squirt to ram into your spasming cunt.

“Makin’ a mess just f’r me, huh? Such a pretty omega, squirting on my cock.” His voice is thick with pride. His knot starts to form, yet he never slows down. Pinning you against the bed and slams into you repeatedly, savoring each squeal and whimper it forces from your lips. You stare up at Ghost in complete awe, mouth open as your noises spill out, eyes glimmering at his display. 

“Si..Simon please. Need your pups.” Your nails dig painfully into his biceps but he doesn’t care. He lets out a low growl, folding you in half and slamming into you at full force. His knot swelling more and catching against your entrance as he abuses your pussy. Your legs hang over his shoulders, the new angle drives him even deeper than before. 

He lets out a primal sound as he sinks his teeth into the soft tissue of your neck, tearing at the skin and sinking into flesh. He doesn’t stop as he tastes blood, lapping it up eagerly. Ghost can feel his knot swelling painfully, he gives one final thrust and buries himself to the hilt. The head of his cock nestled against your womb as he pumps months of pent up cum into you, knot locking you together but not as painfully as Soap’s. 

He pants heavily, pulling away from your neck after a minute. Licking up the small droplets of blood, moving his hands to cradle your fucked out body. His own blood drips down his biceps but he doesn’t care. Instead he peppers soft kisses all over your face, his voice coming out between pants.

“Ya did so good, dollface. Took me so good, perfect fuckin’ omega.” He can’t help but smile at the way your exhausted face lights up at the praise. “Our perfect mate. Our girl. Always doin’ so good f’r us.” 

“Thank you, Si.” You manage to squeak out. Soap notices how your throat sounds dry so he gets a new water bottle and straw, gently coaxing you to drink some.

“Easy lass, don’t chug this time.” He teases. One hand ruffling your hair as he watches you drink.

“Thank ya, Johnny.” Ghost mutters. Once you’ve finished drinking he shifts protectively, keeping you on his cock but laying on his back with you on his chest. You happily snuggle up on his bare chest, fingers absentmindedly tracing his scars. He hums contentedly, relaxing fully under you. “I’ll let cha rest for real this time, love. Promise.” 

“I don’ mind. It’s kinda hot getting woken up with you fucking me.” You giggle softly. Yawning and snuggling against him more. Soap takes Ghost’s right side to join the cuddle pile, Price forces Gaz closest to you on the left side. Grumbling softly about how he needs to keep the younger alpha safe, not admitting out loud that he likes Gaz curled up in his chest. 

“‘Ll keep that in mind for next time.” Ghost chuckles. Leaning in and kissing your head while playing with your hair. The kiss sparks a chain reaction. Soap kisses your cheek, Gaz kisses your shoulder and Price leans over him to kiss your thoroughly marked scent gland.

“Sleep well, little omega. Your heat’s not over yet.” Price’s voice is soft and calming. You coo softly at the mixture of it and the kisses, nodding sleepily. You’re eyes aren’t even open as you rest your ear on top of Ghost’s heart to let the beat of it lull you to sleep. The men sigh contentedly at the sight of you so relaxed against Ghost. 

The team never said anything about your lack of scent, chalking it up to either not presenting yet or being a beta without a scent, a rare occurrence but not impossible. The truth is far from that though, you’re an omega. One that presented early so your parents put you on the most potent suppressants they could find, not wanting you to be led away by some alpha. The suppressants are the only thing saving you, the only thing keeping your team from finding out your secret. You wouldn’t even be on the task force if anyone knew your status, the army tries to keep alpha and omegas separate. 

Surprisingly you’ve never experienced any of the alphas go into rut, Price does a good job on keeping them in their rooms when their ruts do come, he doesn’t want to scare you away. Especially being the only female in the group, if he knew your status he’d probably lock everyone in a cell during their rut. You don’t mind either, liking to use the off time to make your quarters feel more homey. 

Currently you’re lounging with Gaz and Soap, Ghost is off doing his own thing god knows where, Price is in his office. The air in the base is hot and sticky, the a/c does almost nothing to help. Summer has arrived, usually you wouldn’t mind but this is your first time experiencing on base. Soap teases you for being sensitive to the heat and you have to stop yourself from blaming your omega for your heat intolerance. 

“”M not sensitive, it’s like a million degrees out here and the a/c isn’t doing anything!” You pout, crossing your arms as you melt into the couch. He laughs heartily,

“Ye gotta get a f’n, lovely.” The pet names are normal from Soap, you’ve gotten used to them and quite enjoy when he calls you them now. 

“I’ve tried. Every fuckin’ store is sold out cause everyone has the same idea, and don’t even suggest the base shop.” He holds up his hands in self defense,

“Wasn’t gonna. If it’s that bad I’ll lend ye mine fer a few days.” Soap offers, smiling as you sit up straight.

“You’d do that?” He nods, you burst into a fit of excited giggles. “Thank you, Soap! I can get it later, right?”

“Swing by mine whenever, sweetheart.” He winks. You can feel yourself getting flustered so you look at your lap. However he doesn’t get to tease you about it, Price pushes into the common room. But you don’t see him first, you smell him. His signature scent of cigar smoke, pine and spice is more aggressive, flooding your nose. Leaning back against the couch, inhaling shakily. 

Neither Gaz or Soap mention it, both men talking to our captain as if everything is normal. But you can tell something is off, you speak before even registering that your mouth is open. “Cap’n, think you’re going into rut.” 

His gaze snaps to you, his icy blue eyes are glimmering with something you can’t place. He almost looks burlier as if that’s possible, something about him is drawing you in. “I don’ go into rut, I take meds.” 

You swallow hard, knowing it’s too late to back down now. Staring into his eyes, “Nah, I can smell you. It’s aggressive.” 

He cocks his head at you, meanwhile Gaz and Soap stare in shock. Price pulls out a pocket journal, hastily flipping through the pages. He growls lowly, slamming the book shut as quickly as he opens it. His gaze flickers to the other two alphas, then back to you. He comes around the couch to stand in front of you, crouching down slightly. His eyes study you with almost predatory intent, his hands on either side of your head.

“Ye never mentioned smelling me before, lass.” 

“Never was an issue… I mean.. It’s not an issue, it’s just overly noticeable.” You glance past him at Gaz and Soap, “You guys don’t smell it?” 

Both men shake their heads, confusion written across their faces. You swallow thickly, realizing you may have given away something you shouldn’t have. Price inhales deeply, as if trying to figure out what you are. His eyes narrow, 

“Think your nose is defective, ‘m fine.” He grunts as he straightens up. But then his nose twitches, smelling something he’s never smelled before. His eyes train back on you, the only difference is Gaz and Soap also smell it, the alphas sit up on their couch. Price’s eyes glint with something dark, his lips curl into a smile that show his canines. “Unless.. you’re hiding something from us, lass. Because you smell devine.”

“N-No. Not hiding anything.” You sputter out quickly, perhaps a bit too fast. Soap and Gaz exchange a knowing look.

“And ‘m going into rut.” Price’s voice is laces with sarcasm but you don’t catch it. Responding too quickly once again,

“But you are!” You bite back defensively, realizing your mistake as his smile turns into a predatory smirk. He knows you’re right, he could tell that his slip up with not taking his meds took a toll on him before getting into the common room. But things just got interesting. He crouches down again, purposefully getting close to your neck to inhale. 

“Oh I know, doll.” The pet name gives a very different reaction than when Soap calls you them, it makes your thighs clench together subtly. So subtly that if Price wasn’t a soldier he would’ve missed it. “Seems like ‘m not the only one on meds, always thought ye were a sweet little beta but your scent.. It’s telling me something different right now, lass.” 

You can’t speak even if you wanted to, his scent invades your nose, your space. All you can think about is the growing throbbing between your legs and how the alpha would look above you. He rests his hands next to your legs on either side, not pushing too far into your space, managing to control himself just a bit since his rut hasn’t fully clouded his mind. 

But with your scent in his nose, he knows it’s only a matter of time before he sinks his teeth into that beautiful, plush neck of yours. 

“When were ye gonna tell us that you’re an omega?” His question feels like a brick has been taken out of the walls that you put up. It hangs heavy in the air, Gaz and Soap are now watching with fascination, keeping distance as if being able to tell that their captain has silently stated his claim over you.

“Dunno.” You mutter weakly, afraid that if he tells anyone outside of the team you’ll be kicked off. You wish you could say more, explain it all to him but this is the first time an alpha has been to you in this way in years. The first time you’ve been around an alpha going into rut. And deep down your stomach twists at the thought that your suppressants have failed all because Price is going into rut. Your meek answer speaks volumes to Price, his jaw clenches hard. 

“You made this a lot more difficult for the team, dollface. But I can’ even worry about that right now, you just smell so damn good.” 

Suddenly Price is pulled away from you, he growls lowly until he’s met with Ghost’s masked face. His lieutenant keeps him away from you with one arm, Ghost’s voice is cold and calculated, 

“Enough Price. Gotta get ye to yer room, yer going into rut and yer not gonna scare our omega.” Our. The word makes your heart swell, Ghost isn’t mad about you hiding your status.

“Let go of me! I c’n handle myself.” Price huff out, making eye contact with you. “Mine first.” His claim makes your head dizzy, something so simple is so much more now. Gaz and Soap stand up to help Ghost, grabbing Price on either side.

“C’mon Cap’n, yer room now.” Soap grunts. His eyes drift over you as if he’s drinking in his prey, he inhales your scent and shivers, tightening his grip on Price. Gaz does the same but with softer eyes, less predatory, more like he’s studying me in a new light. Ghost directs the two men to lock Price in his quarters until his rut is over. Once the common room door is closed Ghost kneels in front of you, his hazel eyes are hard to read but his posture is surprisingly calm. 

“Think it’s a good idea to put you up in your room for a little bit too, dove.” His voice is soft now, a rare occurrence with him. You swallow hard, nodding. Your skin crawling with an unplaceable feeling.

“F’r how long? I dont… I don’t want to get pulled from the team.” You admit in a shaky voice. He reaches a gloved hand up to your face, gently stroking your cheek.

“We won’ let that happen, dove. And just a few days or until Price gets his head on straight. Don’ need him goin’ feral on ye and trying to force you into mating.” Your eyes widen at his bluntness, gnawing on your lip gently until he pulls it out from your teeth. 

“He wouldn’t force me-” You don’t get to finish your thought as Ghost interjects,

“He would, alphas are good at it when they’re not thinking straight.”

“No Si, I mean he wouldn’t be forcing me cause I’d… I’d want him too.” You confess shyly. His hand stills on your cheek from the combination of your words and the use of his nickname, something protective flickers in his eyes.

“Aye.. Well ‘m still not letting you near him when he’s reckless like this.” Ghost says in a reassuring voice. He stands and holds out his hand for you,

“You’re not mad I didn’t tell you guys I’m an omega, right?” You ask as you stand up using his help. He shakes his head, judging from the way his crows feet crinkle up you’d say he’s smiling under the mask.

“Never mad at you, little one. Sure ye had yer reasons.” He wraps his arm around your shoulder, his scent enveloping you. Leading you back towards your room, you relax at his words. Your own scent grows stronger without you even realizing, Ghost notices but doesn’t mention it. He guides you into your quarters fully, sitting you on your bed.

“Now… I wan’ cha to text me whenever you need anything. ‘M pretty sure your suppressants are failing because of Price ‘n I don’ wanna take any chances with the dicks on other teams.” You nod, wringing your fingers together. “‘N tell me if ye start feeling off in any way, wouldn’t be surprised if ye go into heat cause of this.” 

His words make you freeze, you shake your head quickly. You’ve only gone into heat once, when you were 11 and first presented. You don’t remember much about it since it was so long ago, you were too young to even know what was going on.

“I-.. I’ve never had one in my adult life..” You spew out before you can stop yourself. Ghost sighs but it’s not directed at you, he gently strokes your hair. Giving you an understanding look. 

“If it happens, we’ll help ya, doll. Promise. We’ll take care of you, little omega.” Your heart races in your chest, your skin heating slightly. You nod softly, leaning into his hand.

“Thank you, Si.” You whisper out, leaning in and nuzzling your face into his chest for a minute. “I trust you guys.”

He holds you against him, his chest rumbles against your face. His posture straightens with pride, his alpha scent much more calming than Price’s was. You stay like that for who knows how long, he lets you take comfort in his presence. Stroking your hair gently and with such tender care that your heart skips a beat. He smiles down at you under his mask, making a silent vow to keep you protected from all alphas even if it means locking Price in his room.

“I’ll be back in the evening to take ya to dinner, just text me when yer hungry or if ye need anythin’.” He almost whispers. You nod against his chest, reluctantly pulling away from him. Ghost straightens up, leaving your room before you can respond verbally but it doesn’t bother you. 

Once your door is closed you rush to your closet, something inside of you screaming to smell Price again. So you pull out the dirty compression shirt he wears to train that you stole from his laundry weeks ago, being on suppressants only helps so much, it doesn’t take away all of your omega instincts. Price’s smell has always been comforting which is why you stole it to begin with, wanting to keep a bit of your pack around you even in your room.You also grab the hoodie you stole from Ghost, Soap’s jacket and Gaz’s pajama pants. You crawl back into bed, curling around the shirt with the pit of it pressed against your nose. It feels so wrong but smells so right. The other clothes tightly wrapped around you

You whimper as you inhale his scent, it’s not as dizzying as when he was invading your space earlier but it will do the job for now. Your stomach growls loudly the more you inhale his scent, making your brows furrow. You just ate a few hours ago but now you feel ravenous. Your hand blindly searches for your phone on your bedside table until you find it, texting Ghost that you’re hungry now. He responds instantly, telling you he’ll be there in a few minutes. You bury your face fully in the pit of Price’s shirt, clinging to the lingering scent of his sweat. Your body feels hot but you push it to the back of your mind. 

A few minutes later a knock comes from your door, forcing you to pull away from your frankly perverted behaviors. You shove the stolen clothes under your covers, making sure they are hidden before straightening yourself out. You open the door to see Ghost and Gaz, smiling softly at both men. If they notice a faint hint of themselves on you they don’t mention it. Nor do they mention that your newly discovered scent is sweeter than before. Gaz offers his arm to you, which you gratefully accept. 

“What cha hungry for, lovely?” He beams at you. 

“Dunno yet. Just got really hungry out of nowhere.” Ghost exchanges a look with the younger alpha over your head. He pats your shoulder,

“Don’ worry, mess will have somethin’ f’r ye.” He holds the door for you and Gaz before protectively flanking you. Making it clear to any other alpha in the mess not to come near. Heads turn as soldiers smell an omega among them. You keep your eyes down, Gaz guides you around.

Soon you have a tray of all sorts of food, Ghost had given the kitchen a little convincing to get them to give you things that weren’t set out for everyone else. He can already tell that you’re going into heat but he doesn’t want to embarrass you by mentioning it here. You sit at a table in the back of the hall with Ghost on one side of you, Gaz on the other. Neither man mentions how you eat like you haven’t been fed before, exchanging another look over your head. Gaz is catching on as well. 

One brave but stupid alpha decides to try his hand at approaching you, sauntering up to the table with a smirk. He falters slightly at the glares from Ghost and Gaz but pushes forward, leaning over the table across from you. Your nose crinkles at his scent, it’s not like any of your teammates. No, his is sour with an unmistakable ego. 

“Never knew that these bastards got lucky with an omega. A cute one at that.” He purrs at you, making you cringe more. “Bet I could treat ya better than any of those old cunts. You need an alpha your age, sweetheart.” 

“No thanks, not looking.” You respond curtly. But this soldier doesn’t take no for an answer.

“All omegas are, pretty girl. And you smell… like heaven. Sweetest thing I’ve ever smelled.” He reaches out to touch your cheek but doesn’t get the chance. A sickening crack echoes through the mess hall as Ghost snaps the alpha’s arm against the table,

“She said no.” He says coldly.

The alpha screams in pain, “Fuck you, Riley. You’re gonna pay for that.” 

Despite his words the soldier runs out of the mess hall, letting you go back to your meal. Gaz and Ghost glare at the soldiers staring, making them quickly focus back on their own food. Both men wrap an arm around you, sandwiching you against them protectively. You happily snuggle between the alphas as you clear your plate. After a few minutes you're done with everything including the tea that Ghost insisted on making you. Gaz returns your tray while Ghost rubs your back,

“Ya ready to go back to yer room, lass?” Gaz asks softly. Offering his arm again, you nod and take it. But this time you also take Ghost’s arm, liking the feeling of both alphas against you. 

“Thank you.. Both of you. Guess I had no idea this is what it’s like for an omega that alphas can actually smell.” 

“Anytime, dove.” Ghost mutters.

“Unfortunately most alphas on the base aren’t mated, they’ll take a chance with any omega they smell. But ye got Ghost and I.. plus Soap and Price whenever Soap isn’t babysitting Price to keep him from acting like that soldier.” Gaz chuckles reassuringly, ruffling your hair affectionately. 

This time when you’re walking to your quarters Soap is in the hallway outside of Price’s room, if he was there before you didn’t notice him and feel a bit bad. He gives you his signature smile, his blue eyes sparkle with familiar kindness. You return his smile, not questioning why he’s outside of Price’s room for now. As you pass your scent hits his nose, he straightens up noticeably. Ghost shoots him a warning look though it’s not that heated. He walks a bit closer to you, continuing to guide you down the hall. 

Gaz gets your room door for you and Ghost, following both of you inside. You sit on top of the hidden clothes under your covers, laying back and letting out a content sigh. The food settles in your stomach, your eyes start to feel heavy. But you fight sleep for now,

“Why’s Soap guarding Price?” You ask softly. Ghost and Gaz exchange a quick glance, Gaz speaks up.

“‘Cause Price is in rut now and he knows that yer an omega, not taking any chances even if he is our cap’n.” He says truthfully. “It’s just a precaution until his rut is done, okay lovely?” 

“M’kay… C’n you guys wake me up for dinner?” You yawn, stretching out on your bed as you kick off your boots. Gaz smiles while padding over to your bed, leaning down to kiss the top of your head. 

“Of course, sleep well little one.” He whispers. Ghost chuckles at your sleepily state, ruffling your hair softly.

“We’ll be back to get cha in a few hours. Get some rest, omega.” Ghost says in the same soft voice from earlier. You smile up at both men before they head out of your room, turning off the light on their way out. You crawl under the covers, seeking the stolen clothing items you’ve been laying on. Not caring that you’re still in your uniform, curling around them and burying your face in your team's mixed scents. 

Sleep overcomes you fast, so fast that you don’t have time to register your skin getting clammy. Your grip tightens on the clothes in your sleep, your face barely peeking out from them. You sleep peacefully while entangled in your pack’s scents. Unconsciously dreaming of them, though this is different than any dream you’ve ever had about them. Sure they are hot, sure you’ve always had slightly naughty thoughts about the older men but your subconscious mind opens your crush further now. 

You dream of Price above you, Ghost, Soap and Gaz surround you on the bed. Hands roam your body, pulling pathetic noises from your mouth. All the while Price drills his hips against yours, deep thrusts that make you tremble with every one. You mewl in your sleep, unconsciously moving his shirt between your legs and grind against it. The dream gets more intense, you can practically feel their hands on you. Your small noises come more often and louder, your hands cling to the clothes in your grasp. 

Now Ghost is above you, he’s rougher than Price. You’ve seen him without his mask and in your dream he’s maskless. His scarred face pressing against your neck as he molds your warm cunt around his massive cock, cooing praises in your ear. Soap is suckling on your nipple all the while Gaz explores your curves, committing them to memory. The dream does nothing to help your heat, and unbeknownst to you it will be cut short by dinner.

A few hours later at 1900 Ghost softly knocks on your door, but no answer. He gives Gaz a slightly worried glance and opens the door, your scent hits him like a truck even through the mask.

“Jesus.” He grits out.

“Fuckin’ hell. She’s in heat.” Gaz mutters. His eyes land on you in the dim room, daylight is their only source of light. He notices you curled around clothes first, he recognizes his pajama pants. Nudging Ghost, “It’s almost like she’s nesting.” 

“She is.” Ghost swallows hard. A whimper from your lips that sounds like Soap’s name makes both men freeze for a moment. Then they notice your hips moving under the blanket, “Fuck… Gotta wake her without embarrassing the poor thing.” 

He pads over to you with uncharacteristically soft footsteps, putting his hand on your shoulder. Gaz joins him, watching you with something that looks like love. He strokes the hair out of your face, cringing at the sticky skin.

“She’s burnin’ up.” 

“Hey, pretty girl. Time to wake up.” Ghost says softly but firmly, shaking your shoulder. You wake up with a start, sitting up clinging to Gaz’s, Soap’s and Ghost’s clothes. Face flushing with embarrassment, your dream lingering in your mind. 

“Good mornin’, sleepy head. How’d you sleep?” Gaz asks. Not mentioning the stolen clothes or your intoxicating scent that’s making it hard for him to think straight. 

“Okie. Is it time for dinner?” You notice the clothes in your arms and shove them under your sheets sheepishly. Freezing when you feel slick between your legs, your pants are soaked, Price’s shirt which was clamped between your thighs is also wet. 

“It is, lovely. Ya hungry?” Ghost manages to keep himself together on the outside but he can smell your slick. He can smell Price’s scent as well. You nod quickly, 

“Just need to change before we go.. You guys can stay here, I’ll use my bathroom.” You get off of your bed, starting to your closet. Both men struggle to keep themselves together, fighting the urge to tell you to wear the clothes you stole from them. You grab a pair of black sweats and a hoodie instead, going to the bathroom to change. You can hear Ghost and Gaz whispering to each other but you pay it no mind as you clean the slick from your thighs, shoving your soiled pants into your hamper.

You can tell something is off, you’ve never produced this much slick. You’ve never felt like this but you push it to the back of your mind, getting dressed and padding back out into your room. Gaz stops whispering as soon as he sees you, Ghost straightens up and clears his throat. 

“Doll.. Gaz and I think it’s best if we bring dinner to you. You’re in heat or at least pre-heat, you shouldn’t go to the mess hall. Not after earlier.” Your already clammy skin feels sweatier now but you nod, gnawing on your lip.

“I’m in heat? That’s what this is?” You ask shyly. 

“Yea, princess. When was the last time you had one?’ Gaz gently guides you back to bed. You notice that they pulled out the stolen clothes and put them in a small pile, Ghost had added his gloves and Gaz added his uniform shirt. You finally notice he’s wearing the blue shirt he usually wears to work out. 

“Umm… When I was 11. I only had one before my parents put me on suppressants.” You meekly tell them the truth, hoping it doesn’t change their perspective of you. 

“Damn doll..” Ghost grunts out. “That’s a long time to rely on meds, ‘m surprised they didn’ fail like this sooner.” You sit on your bed, already feeling slick between your thighs again. Ghost puts his hand on your shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. “We’ll help ya through it. Jus’ tell me what cha want for dinner, Gaz will stay with ya while I get it.” 

You nod softly, putting your hand on his. Giving it a gentle squeeze back, “Thank you, Si… If you can get it I want spaghetti, if you can’t then whatever they’re serving for dinner. Oh a diet coke… and a brownie.” 

“You got it, spaghetti, diet coke and a brownie. Rest, little dove.” He pulls away, his eyes crinkled up with a smile. Gaz sits down next to you as Ghost leaves the room, unfortunately your scent is already so strong it leaks into the hallway and under Price’s door. Gaz feels your forehead, you lean into his hand.

“You’re burning up, love.” He mutters softly, pulling you against him without thinking. Your nose twitches, whining under your breath as his calming scent fills your nose. He gently strokes your hair, committing your whine to memory. “I got ya, relax as much as you can.” 

“I feel weird, Kyle.” You hardly use his first name and it sounds like a damn prayer on your lips. He pinches his thigh subtly with his free hand, forcing the blood away from rushing where it shouldn’t. 

“I know, lovely. I know.” He mumbles, trying to soothe as much as he can without giving into his own desires. “It’s gonna be rough week f’r us. But we’ll take care of ya, lassie.” 

Suddenly a loud bang shakes the walls, you tense against Gaz. Not getting a chance to ask what that was before you hear Price roaring in his room, Soap yells at him from the hall. Gaz quickly moves to lock your door, making you almost fall against your bed but he manages to catch himself before you do. 

“Sorry. Just need to be sure, Price has never been around an omega when he’s in rut. Especially one in heat.. ‘M sure he smelled ya through his door.” 

“I feel bad… I don’t want to make his rut worse.” You snuggle into Gaz’s side. He soothes your hair again, kissing your head on instinct. 

“Yer not making his rut worse. Soap’s got a handle on him, just focus on yourself.” His voice sounds slightly strained but you don’t question it. Shifting closer to him and whimpering under your breath as you feel your slick making a mess of the sweatpants you just put on. 

“Everything’s so hot, Kyle.” You whine in annoyance, burying your face in his shoulder. He holds you there, pulling out his phone to text Ghost to tell him to bring either ice or an ice pack for you as well.

“I know. It’ll be like that the whole time. You’re hungry cause of your heat,” His voice is calming to you, though all you can think about right now is how his hands felt against your skin in your dream, how he whispered praises in your ear while Price was balls deep in you. You shiver gently, wishing you got to finish the dream completely. 

He holds you close, trying to ignore how your scent gets sweeter and seems to cling to him in the room. A knock comes from the door, he helps you sit up, kissing your head before going to get the door. Turning the a/c on a cooler setting, helping Ghost with the door. Ghost looks serious, his eyes glimmering with what looks like anger. He brings you a tray of food, surprisingly spaghetti is the main course. He puts a towel covered ice pack on the back of your neck and sits down on the bed next to you, watching as you start to eat.

“Price is havin’ a time. He’s like a starved man, nearly broke his door.” He explains to Gaz though you listen in. Your heart wrenches, knowing that it’s because Price can smell you now. “Nah, none of that doll. No gettin’ guilty for lettin’ yer body process it’s natural instincts.” 

Ghost’s words reassure you only a little so you focus on eating instead. Letting him and Gaz talk about how to handle Price. It’s slightly uncomfortable to have two alphas in your space like this, especially two alphas that you secretly like. Especially with your slick soaking through your sweatpants and onto your sheets, both men can smell it and inhale deeply but they don’t mention it so as not to embarrass you more. Gaz takes his place next to you again, keeping a bit of space this time so you can eat. 

“How long is this gonna last?” You ask with an annoyed groan.

“Omega’s are usually in heat for about a week, sometimes longer, sometimes shorter. It’s hard ta tell with you, sweetheart. This is essentially your first heat all over again, except this time we’re not putin’ ya on meds and we’ll be here the whole time.” Gaz’s accent is thicker than before. It sounds even more enticing to you now, your spine straightens slightly. Eyes glazing over barely as you look at him, your throat dry despite just drinking some of your diet coke. 

“You’re gonna help me, sergeant?" You purr instinctively. Pushing your finished tray to the side, the ice pack Ghost had on your neck is already warm from your body. Ghost clears his throat,

“We will, dollface. As best we can. So that means no more leaving yer room until it’s done, if ya need us text. If ya want to make a nest, tell us, we’ll bring ya more clothes.” Ghost’s accent is also thicker, it’s harder to understand him but his voice is so deep it doesn’t matter to you. All that matters is how your cunt flutters around nothing.

“I’d like that.” You smile sweetly at him. If he didn’t know any better he’d already have you face down ass up on the bed, moaning as his cock ruins you. But he likes you too much to ruin you like that. He stands up, leaning down and kissing your forehead through the mask. 

“I’ll grab a few things from mine, Soap’s and Gaz’s room. I’ll see what I can do about Price ‘n grab a few more ice packs ‘n some water for you. Gaz take care of our girl.” Gaz nods at Ghost, scooting a bit closer to you. 

Ghost leaves again and you crawl into Gaz’s side, your brain fuzzy. You purr happily, settling against him. Keeping your thighs tightly pressed together in an attempt to stop slick from dripping out of your cunt. Gaz threads his fingers through your hair, closing his eyes to try and hold himself together but it only makes everything worse for him. He imagines what you’d look like bouncing up and down on his cock, how perfectly you’d take it all, how you’d let him do what he wants. He groans softly, burying his face in your hair.

“Gonna take care of ya, bun. Promise.” He whispers into his hair. The pet name nearly has you laying yourself out from him to take but you manage to pull yourself together, humming happily. 

“I know you will.” You whisper back. Clinging to his shirt. A comfortable falls over you as he plays with the hair at the nape of your neck, both of you just inhaling the other’s scent. 

It doesn’t take long for Ghost to return again, this time he has a large pile of clothes in his arms and a few instant ice packs in the pockets of his uniform. He puts the clothes on your bed, you reluctantly pull away from Gaz, overcome with the need to nest. Both men stand and watch you arrange the clothes. Ghost had managed to get some from Price like promised. You take your time, putting care into how you arrange the nest. Mixing the clothes together so their scents are perfectly mixed. Ghost watches with pride, putting his hand on Gaz’s shoulder as a silent remind not to act on the instinct of claiming an unmated omega in heat, though there’s a deeper message as if he’s telling Gaz to be patient. 

You curl up in the center of the nest, clinging to Price’s compression shirt once again. Your slick hasn’t fully dried on it but you don’t care, burying your nose into the pit of the shirt again. Yawning without realizing. Ghost and Gaz both step forward,

“We’re gonna be right outside if ya need, bun.” Gaz uses the nickname again, sucking his teeth as it makes you shiver. He leans over and kisses your temple.

“Holler if ye need, doll. Got some icepacks and water for ye, make sure you stay hydrated.” Ghost strokes the hair away from your sweaty face, not realizing how bad it’s gotten in the past hour and a half. “Rest f’r us, we’ll check in periodically.” 

“G’night Kyle, g’night Si. Thank you.” You mumble against Price’s shirt, too tired to much of anything else. The men give one last smile at you before taking their posts outside of your door. Sleep comes fast, you don’t even have time to rest against a pillow before you’re knocked out cold in the middle of your freshly made nest. 

The air in your room becomes thick with your sickly sweet scent, the alphas outside your door can smell the notes of jasmine, lilies, and honeysuckle. You smell like the most inviting summer evening but they know they can’t act on the desires they keep pushing down. Meanwhile you toss and turn in your sleep, your body calling out for an alpha and not just any alpha, the alpha that started this all. Price. 

His shirt has once again found it’s way between your legs, you buck against it mindlessly. But it’s not enough, it wasn’t enough before and it’s definitely not now. You weakly whimper his name under your breath but the alphas outside hear it, they stiffen. Price’s name sounds so wonderfully pathetic yet heavenly on your lips. They can’t deny that they want to hear you saying their names like that. Ghost adjusts the front of his pants a lot less subtly then Gaz does, both men glance at each other but say nothing. They don’t have to. 

Price’s name continues to come off of your lips like a prayer, all while you thrash in your nest. It’s loud enough that Soap comes down the hall from Price’s room to check out what’s going on, he freezes as your scent hits him through the door.

“Fuckin…. That’s our girl?” He asks Gaz and Ghost.

“Poor thing didn’t even get to experience preheat fully, one hour she’s just hungry, next it’s this.” Ghost grunts out through gritted teeth. Restraining himself visibly. 

“If Price hears her… he’s gonna break both doors down.”

“Jus.. Jus try ‘n keep him at bay, Soap. She’s been through enough today, we’ll assess in the morning.” Gaz mutters. 

Soap nods, taking another long inhale before begrudgingly going back to his post. Muttering about how it’s unfair that they get to guard you and your sweet scent while he has to deal with Price throwing himself at the walls to get out of his room. Gaz gives Soap a weak smile as he passes, patting his friend on the back. 

The night passes far too slowly for all three men's liking, as dawn breaks you’re still whimpering Price’s name. Your voice is breathy and inviting but they know they can’t come in, not until you’re awake. Which comes sooner than they’re expecting but are thankful for it, wanting to set eyes on you again.

“Price.. Price I need Price!” You moan as you wake up. Your whole body feels like it’s on fire, your sheets are soaked with sweat, your sweatpants have made their way off of your body in your sleep but it doesn't matter. Your hoodie covers you well enough. 

“Good mornin’, bunny.” Gaz enters first. His eyes darken at how much more potent your scent is inside your room. Your head spins with the pet name, your mind as mushy as you cunt. Ghost puts his hand on Gaz’s shoulder, restraining the younger man but also himself.

“Lovely, I don’ think bringing Price in here is gonna help ye.” Ghost mutters with a strained voice. You pout and cross your arms, that sight almost does him in. “Oh don’t pout. Yer not thinkin’ straight, neither is the cap’n. If he comes in we won’ be able to stop him, he’s practically feral right now.” 

“I don’t care! I want him, he started all of this. Either bring him to me or I go to him.” You slip off of your bed, your legs instantly give out. Ghost and Gaz catch you before you hit the floor, giving each other a knowing look. They set you back up on your bed, Gaz sighs.

“You can’t walk right now, sweetheart. Ghost ‘n I will go talk to Soap, can’ guarantee Price will come back with us. But if he does… you have to expect all of us to stay in the room, can ya handle that?”

You nod quickly, “Yea. Yea I can, just wanna smell him.” You mutter. Settling on your bed again, your hoodie riding up on your thighs slightly. 

The men leave again, locking the door from the outside so no one can get in and go to talk to Soap. You lay back on your bed, hazy mind wandering back to your dreams. Eyes fluttering as your hand trails down your body without realizing. You gasp as you touch your clit, it’s puffier than you’ve ever felt. Your cunt already a complete mess of slick, wasting no time you plunge two fingers into your tight, wet heat. Moaning loudly, it feels nice but it’s not nearly enough. You pump them feverishly, clinging to the memory of your dream, clinging to the idea of Price breeding you. 

You work yourself to an orgasm, and then another quickly after it but it does nothing to dull the ache between your legs. Letting out a frustrated groan you finally pull your fingers away from your cunt, seeking Price’s shirt again. Smelling it before putting it directly against your slick, grinding against it desperately as if his scent will help. Whining his name breathlessly, never once stopping your movements. You’re too caught up in getting relief to hear the footsteps coming down the hall. Nor do you hear the keys in the lock or the door clicking open. You only freeze when you see Price staring you down from the door. The alpha isn’t wearing what he was wearing yesterday, instead of his uniform he is wearing just a pair of gray shorts that leave nothing to the imagination. 

His eyes flicker to his shirt between your plush thighs, his lips curling into that damn smile that makes your heart flutter. He steps into the room, making a b-line for you. Soap, Ghost and Gaz follow him into the room, locking the door just to be safe. Price’s scent nearly knocks you over, pulling a shrill moan from your lips. 

“Been wondering where ma shirt went. Got a pretty little thief on our hands.” His voice shortcircuits your brain for a moment, you stare as he stalks towards you. All rational thoughts leave your head, crawling back until there’s enough space for him to fit in the nest as well. He growls deeply at the shining wet spot your soaking pussy left on his shirt. 

“Please, John… Alpha.” You breathe out. His blue eyes darken like the sky before a storm at the use of his status. And it’s all it takes for him to crawl onto the bed with you. For the moment you forget that there are other people in the room as Price overpowers you in every way imaginable. He strokes your cheek with his large hand,

“If I had know ye were an omega all this time…” He whispers before crashing his lips against yours. Your hands tangle in his short hair, enjoying how his beard tickles your face. His hands start to roam your body, pushing under the hoodie. Grinding his hips against yours with the intensity of a teenager about to lose his virginity. You arch into his hands, moaning against his lips.

“Want you, alpha! Want all of you.” You manage to get out. Price chuckles darkly, pulling away from the kiss to pull off your hoodie completely. Taking in your bare body and committing it to memory. His hands cup your breasts, squeezing gently as he imagines what they’ll look like full of milk. 

“Careful what ye wish for, little omega. May end up with m’re bite marks then ye can handle.” He thrusts against you, making your body bounce under him. “Mm so pliable.” 

“I want it… Please John.” You repeat, “Want all of ya, just make it go away. I’ll do anything.” 

That’s all it takes for the last bit of his self control to snap, he sinks two thick fingers into your gushing pussy. Price groans happily, burying his nose in your scent gland. Pumping his fingers slowly, too slowly for your liking. You buck your hips against his hand but he quickly pins your hips down with his free hand, chuckling darkly in your ear. 

“Aye no need to be a bitch in heat. ‘M stretchin’ ya to m’ke sure I fit in this tight little cunt.” He nips your gland, making you go limp under him. “That’s better, pretty girl. Can’t have ya gettin’ hurt over my cock, need ya to enjoy it.” 

His words are the exact opposite of what you’ve been told about alphas in rut, especially when they are presented with an omega in heat. But you love it. Your legs spread beautifully on the bed, your chest rising and falling rapidly. His fingers stretch and prod parts of you that you never knew existed, coaxing you open. Your hands cling to his shoulders, eyes glazed over and staring up at him. God he could get used to you looking at him like that, like a little love sick pup.

He pulls his fingers from you, making you whine loudly in protest. He nips your scent gland harder, letting his teeth tug at the skin. Price doesn’t bother asking to use a condom, wanting to feel you fully. Besides, his mind is just as clouded as yours now, if not more. One hand comes to cradle the back of your head as he positions himself between your legs, the blunt head of his cock rubbing teasingly against your soaked folds. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer.

“Yer gonna tell me if I hurt ya, pretty doll. I’ll try ‘n be gentle f’r ya.” His voice rumbles against your skin. All you can muster is a nod, locking your legs behind his back. He pushes in slowly and gently at first, his hand fisting around the sheets as he forces himself to stop from pounding into you immediately. 

“John… Alpha..” You whine his name so sweetly that it almost doesn’t sound like his. His eyes dart to your face, thinking he’s hurting you but your face is contorted with pleasure. “C’n tell you’re holding back. Don’t. I can take it alpha.” 

At this point Ghost nearly steps in but Soap and Gaz stop him, the three alphas all straining against their pants as they watch their captain completely lose himself to your sweet begging. Price’s hips snap against yours aggressively, he lifts your hips completely off of the bed. Fingers digging into your skin, his pace is brutal yet hungry. You arch into his touch, your tight walls clench around him. The sound of squelching fills the room from how wet you are, yet you’re not embarrassed, it feels too good to be embarrassed.

Neither of you care about being quiet, not knowing that you’ve already scared away the alphas that were eavesdropping by mentioning Price. Each thrust knocks the air out of you, your eyes glisten with tears of pleasure. Your tits bounce with each thrust, he watches them with dark intention. Your pussy molds around his cock, you didn’t even have time to admire his length before he was inside of you. He keeps you up with one hand, the other coming up to one breast. He squeezes hard,

“Gonna fill ya up so these pretty tits swell. Gonna turn our private into our pretty little mate, all swollen and round for us.” You barely register his words or growl. Nodding dumbly in agreement. He smirks against your neck, feeling your pussy clamp down on his cock. “Oh.. Ya like that? Wan’ your captain to fill this tight cunt with seed?  Wan’ be our mate, wan’ carry our pups?” 

“Oh fuck! Alpha, please please!” You whimper. Your nails leave bright red track marks on his back but the pain only spurs him on. For the first time since his room he addresses the rest of the pack,

“Hear that lads? Got a pretty wife for us.. Such a sweet breeding bitch.” His hand moves from your breast to your stomach, pushing down on the bulge his cock is making from the force of his thrusts. Ghost has to restrain a growl, Soap whispers something to him, while Gaz groans happily at the idea. His mind goes wild with the idea of getting you knocked up. 

“She’s gonna be so pretty with our pups in her stomach, cap’n.” Gaz’s voice is strained but thick with arousal. 

Suddenly a scream of pleasure rips from your lips, your body trembles under Price’s but he doesn’t stop. Moving his hand again he starts playing with your puffy clit, smirking at each shrill sound it pulls from your lips. His hips snap against yours so hard it feels like you’re getting split in half. 

“Gonna-....” You cling to him desperately, the alphas have made your brain complete mush. You can barely keep your eyes open due to the pleasure, whimpering pathetically. “Bite.. Please.” 

Price doesn't think twice, diving in and latching onto your scent gland. Pounding you through the pain, his fingers still circling your clit at the same pace as his thrusts. He doesn’t stop until he tastes blood, lapping it up like a starved man. You gasp at the feeling, coming hard around his cock. Surprised you manage to hold on that long. Your slick makes a mess of his thighs and the sheets under you but he doesn’t stop. He retracts his teeth and suckles on the bitemark, sealing it over and ensuring that you’re his omega. Well the pack’s but for now you’re just his, he’s the only one to have claimed you yet.

“You got one more for me, right lovely?” He grunt in your ear, kissing along your neck. You nod dumbly, not being able to find your voice unless it’s to moan, whimper or shriek. He smiles against your skin, hips snapping harder and faster against yours. His fingers work even faster on your clit. 

You don’t have time to recover from your first orgasm, trembling harder at the assault of pleasure. Your cunt fluttering around his cock as you feel him throbbing inside of you, his knot starting to swell. You forget everything at the feeling, forgetting that the others are watching, forgetting that you’re going to have to come clean about your status soon enough. 

“Pups.. Alpha, please want pups.” You whine. Your pussy spasms hard as you come again in quick succession. Price grabs both of your hips, hauling your limp and trembling body off of the bed. Hammering into you so hard you’d be afraid that he’s bruising your cervix if you could think properly. 

“That’s my girl. Jus’ wan’ing to be a good wife for us, such a good mate.” His praise sends shockwaves through your body. “Gonna breed this pretty little pussy, gonna knot ya. Put my pups in ya.” He growls. Your body is like a ragdoll the way it’s bouncing with his thrusts but he holds you up easily.

With one last final thrust he buries himself to the hilt, his knot catching and swelling to full size. He groans loudly, pumping you full of thick, fertile cum that’s been aching to come out of him since he first smelled an omega all those years ago. He holds you tightly against him, you mewl happily. Burying your face in his neck, relaxing slightly and trying to catch your breath. 

It takes a minute for his cock to stop pulsing and spurting cum into you, he pants heavily above you. Price peppers kisses all over your face, having some clarity after his release. One hand gently rubs your stomach,

“Rest now, doll. Yer gonna need it f’r the others. ‘M gonna stay inside till ma knot deflates.” He whispers softly. You nod, snuggling against him. Laying back down on the bed and pulling him against you, kissing his scent gland. It’s nearly impossible to keep your eyes open now.

“Thank you, John.” Your voice is soft, weak and tired. He kisses the side of your head,

“Anytime, omega. I got cha, sleep.” He waits for you to fall asleep with his knot still buried in your cunt before calling the other men over. They all strip to varying degrees of undress, joining you and Price in the nest. They form a protective circle around the two of you. Ghost pulls the covers over everyone, his mask off for the first time in a while. The men make a silent vow to each other and to you to take care of you as best they can and to care for their pups. One by one they start to drift off after you.

Your hips lifted off the table involuntarily, seeking contact, seeking anything, and you were met with nothing but air. The motion made the ropes pull tight, and you gasped at the painful bite against your ankles and wrists. “Please let me cum. I can’t—I can’t take anymore. I need—"

“What do you need?” He stepped closer, his hand landing on your thigh, warm and heavy. The touch was barely there, just his palm resting against your trembling flesh, but it made you whimper like he’d thrust inside you. “Tell me exactly what you need.”

“Your cock. Your fingers. Your mouth. Anything.” You were babbling now, the words tumbling out without thought. “Please, Simon, I’ll do anything. I’ll be good. I’ll listen during drills, I’ll follow every order, I’ll—”

“Should’ve thought about that sooner.” His thumb began to move, tracing slow circles on your inner thigh, maddeningly close to where you needed him most. Your core was throbbing, your clit swollen and desperate for attention. You could feel your arousal leaking out of you, dripping down between your legs, making a mess of the metal table beneath you. “Before you decided that you knew better than me.”

“I’m sorry.” The apology came out strangled, buried beneath a sob. “I'm so sorry. I didn’t mean to—I just reacted—”

“You reacted against orders.” His thumb moved higher, closer, and your breath caught in your throat. “You saw an opening and you took it without thinking about what could have been waiting for you. What was waiting for you.” His eyes hardened. “If this had been real, you’d be dead right now.”

The memory of the training exercise flashed through your mind. The mock hostage situation, the building they’d cleared room by room. You’d spotted a target through a doorway, had lunged forward to neutralize it before anyone could stop you—and straight into a tripwire that would have triggered a live explosive in a real scenario. Simon had grabbed you by the back of your vest and hauled you against the wall just as the training system registered the detonation. You’d both been splattered with paint, marking you as casualties.

You’d expected him to yell at you. To report you to Price for disciplinary action. To do anything other than what he’d done—gone silent, finished the exercise, and then grabbed you by the arm as soon as you were back at base, dragging you to the room without a word.

“I know,” you whispered. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, born from frustration and guilt and an overwhelming need that threatened to consume you. “I know I messed up. I won't do it again.”

“No.” His thumb finally brushed against your outer lips, and your whole body jerked at the contact. “You won’t.”

He’d been at this for hours. You knew that was an exaggeration, that it had probably been closer to one, but time had lost all meaning somewhere between the first time he’d brought you to the edge with his mouth and the fifth time he’d stopped just as you were about to tip over. He knew your body better than you knew it yourself, having mapped every sweet spot and sensitive area with the precision of a soldier conducting reconnaissance. He knew exactly how to touch you to build you up, and exactly when to stop to keep you dangling.

His thumb traced the seam of your lips, gathering your wetness and spreading it around, avoiding your clit entirely. You whined, high and pathetic in your throat, your head thrashing against the metal table. “Simon, please, you’re killing me.”

“Not killing you, love.” His voice was calm, maddeningly so. “Teaching.”

“Teaching what?” The words came out as a sob. “How to lose my mind?”

His eyes met yours, and something flickered in them—something that might have been amusement or might have been hunger. “How to follow orders. How to think before you act. How to control your impulses.” His thumb pressed harder, parting your lips and sliding through your slick folds. “How to endure when every instinct tells you to act out.”

Your back arched off the table, pressing your body up toward his hand, but he pulled back just enough to maintain the distance he wanted. A frustrated scream built in your chest, dying in your throat as his other hand came up to pinch your nipple.

The sensation shot straight to your core, making you clench around nothing. Your nipples had been tortured almost as thoroughly as your clit, Simon's fingers and mouth taking turns teasing and pinching and sucking until they were swollen and red and so sensitive that even the air in the room felt like too much.

“Bodies are fascinating things,” he said, his tone almost academic as he rolled your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “They can be trained to respond in certain ways. Conditioned to obey. It takes repetition. Consequences.” He twisted, and you gasped, your hips bucking. “And rewards.”

“Reward me then,” you begged. “Please, Simon, I’ve been good. I’ve taken everything you’ve given me. I haven’t—"

“You haven’t learned.” He released your nipple, and you both mourned and celebrated the loss of contact. His hand returned to your thigh, squeezing hard enough to leave bruises. “You’re still thinking about what you want, but what I want you to.”

Your mind spun. What did that even mean? You wanted him. You wanted release. You wanted the pressure that had been building in your core for what felt like an eternity to finally snap and wash over you. What else was there?

“I don't—” You swallowed hard, trying to focus through the haze of arousal clouding your thoughts. “I don't understand.”

Simon moved around to the side of the table, his presence looming over you. You could smell him—the clean scent of soap mixed with gunpowder and something distinctly him that made your mouth water. His hand came up to cup your face, his thumb brushing over your cheekbone, almost tender.

“Right now, your body is screaming at you to chase satisfaction. Every nerve ending is firing, telling you to move, to grind, to do whatever it takes to get what you need.” His thumb traced your lower lip, and you parted your mouth, desperate for any contact. “But I’m in control. I decide when you cum. I decide if you cum. And your body needs to learn that fighting that control won’t get you anything but more frustration.”

Tears spilled from the corners of your eyes, trailing down your temples to soak into your hair. “I'm not fighting. I'm not—”

“You’re tensing up. Pulling at the ropes. Trying to move your hips toward my hand every time I get close.” He leaned down, his face inches from yours. “Stop fighting. Submit. Let me decide everything.”

It was too much. The pleasure, the denial, the weight of his words—it crashed over you like a wave, and you felt something break inside your chest. The tension didn’t leave your body, but it changed. You stopped pulling at the ropes. Stopped trying to lift your hips. You went limp against the table, your breath coming in ragged gasps, your entire being focused solely on him.

“That’s it,” Simon murmured. “That's my girl.”

His reward was immediate. His hand slid down your body, over your stomach, through the slick coating your inner thighs, and pressed against your entrance. Two fingers sank inside you without resistance, your body opening for him like it was made to do nothing else. You moaned, your walls clenching around him as he curled his fingers upward, finding that spot inside you that made lights explode behind your eyes.

“God, you’re soaked.” His voice was rougher, a crack in his composure. “This whole time, you’ve been dripping for me. Making a mess of yourself.” He started thrusting his fingers, a steady rhythm that had you climbing higher and higher. “Such a good girl when you actually listen.”

“Simon,” you gasped. “Simon, I’m close—I’m going to—”

He pulled out. The denial hit you like a punch to the gut, and you sobbed, your body clenching around nothing. “Not yet.”

“Please!” You were crying now, tears streaming down your face, your entire body trembling with the effort of holding back. “Please, I can’t—I did what you said—I stopped fighting—”

“You did.” His fingers returned, sliding inside you again, resuming their relentless rhythm. “And you'll keep doing it. Every time you get close, you’re going to tell me. And you’re going to hold back until I say you can cum.”

It was torture. Sweet, agonizing torture. He brought you to the edge three more times, each time pulling back just as your orgasm began to crest, leaving you shaking and sobbing and more desperate than you’d ever been in your life. Your voice was hoarse from begging, your throat raw from the sounds he was pulling from you.

After the fifth time—sixth? You’d lost count—Simon stepped back from the table. You watched through blurred vision as he reached down and undid his belt, the metallic sound of the buckle making your core clench. He unzipped his pants and pushed them down just enough to free himself, his cock springing forward, hard and thick and perfect.

You moaned at the sight, your mouth watering. You wanted to taste him, to feel him in your mouth, heavy on your tongue. But that wasn’t what he had planned.

“Tell me what you want.” He wrapped his hand around himself, stroking slowly as he looked down at you. “Use your words.”

“You.” The answer was immediate, automatic. “Your cock inside me. I want you to fuck me. I want you to let me cum.”

He hummed, considering. His hand moved faster, his thumb sweeping over the head, spreading the bead of moisture that had gathered there. Your eyes were glued to the movement, mesmerized by the sight of him pleasuring himself while you lay bound and helpless beneath him.

“Please,” you whispered. “Simon, please.”

“You’ve done well.” He stepped forward, positioning himself between your spread legs. The head of his cock brushed against your entrance, and you both groaned at the contact. “Better than I expected.”

Your hips twitched, trying to press forward, to take him inside you, but the ropes held you in place. “I’ve been good. I’ve been so good.”

“You have.” His hands gripped your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh hard enough to leave marks. 

He pushed forward, sinking into you in one long, slow thrust. You threw your head back, a moan tearing from your throat as he filled you completely, stretching you wide. It was too much and not enough after so long without, your body quivering around him as you fought the urge to cum immediately.

“Don’t.” His voice was strained, his control hanging by a thread. “Not yet.”

“I can’t—Si, I can’t hold it—”

“You will.” He bottomed out, his hips flush against yours, and held still. 

You whimpered, your walls clenching around him, trying to adjust to the intrusion. He felt huge inside you, thicker than usual, filling every inch of you until you couldn’t tell where he ended and you began. Your thighs were shaking, your toes curling against the air.

“Deep breaths.” His hand slid up your side, over your ribs, to cup your breast. He squeezed gently, his thumb brushing over your nipple, and you mewled. “Focus on me.”

It was impossible. Your body was all you could think about—the fullness, the pressure, the overwhelming need that threatened to swallow you whole. But you tried. You focused on his face, on the beads of sweat gathering at his temples, on the way his jaw clenched as he fought his own urge to move.

“Good.” He pulled back slowly, agonizingly, until only the head remained inside you. You gasped at the loss, your body trying to follow him, to keep him inside where he belonged. “So good for me.”

Then he snapped his hips forward.

The sound that tore from your throat was inhuman. He set a brutal pace, each thrust driving into you hard enough to push you up the table, the ropes pulling tight against your restraints. The metal table creaked beneath you, the sound mixing with the wet slap of skin against skin and your mingled moans.

“Is this what you wanted?” He growled, leaning over you, his hands planted on either side of your head. “My cock? For me to use you?”

“Yes!” You were beyond words, beyond thought. “Yes, Simon, yes—”

“You want to cum?” His thumb found your clit, pressing down hard. “You want me to let you cum?”

“Please!” The word was a sob. “Please. I need—I need—”

He circled your clit with his thumb, matching the rhythm of his thrusts, and you felt the pressure building to a breaking point. It was too much—the fullness, the contact, the sight of him above you, his eyes dark with desire, his teeth bared in a snarl of pleasure.

“Cum for me.”

The orgasm hit you like a freight train. Your entire body seized, your back arching off the table as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you. You screamed his name, your vision whiting out, your muscles clenching around him so hard he groaned, his hips stuttering as he followed you over the edge.

He buried himself deep inside you, his cock pulsing as he spilled himself, warmth flooding your core. His groan was guttural, raw, his forehead dropping to rest against yours as you both rode out the aftershocks.

For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of your breathing—heavy, ragged, interspersed with whimpering moans—and the feeling of him inside you, still hard, still filling you. Your body was trembling, every nerve ending hypersensitive, aftershocks rippling through you each time he shifted.

Slowly, Simon lifted his head. His eyes met yours, and the mask of dominance had slipped, revealing something softer beneath. His hand came up to cup your face, his thumb brushing away the tears that still leaked from the corners of your eyes.

“You did well,” he murmured. “You learned.”

You sniffled, a laugh bubbling up from somewhere deep in your chest. “Learned that you’re a sadist?”

A corner of his mouth quirked up. “Among other things.”

He pulled out of you slowly, and you whined at the loss, at the feeling of his cum trickling out of you and down onto the table. His hands went to your wrists, untying the ropes with practiced moves before moving to your ankles. As soon as your limbs were free, you let them fall limp, your muscles too weak to hold them up.

“I can’t feel my legs,” you mumbled, and Simon huffed a laugh.

“You will.” He gathered you up from the table, lifting you like you weighed nothing, and cradled you against his chest. You nestled into him, your face pressed against his neck, breathing in his scent. “Rest now. I’ve got you.”

Your eyes were already closing, exhaustion washing over you in waves. You felt him move, felt him sit down somewhere—on a crate, maybe, or a bench—and settle you in his lap. His arms wrapped around you, warm and secure, and you let yourself drift.

But just before sleep claimed you, you heard him speak, his voice soft against your hair.

“And tomorrow, Sergeant? We’re doing drills again. And this time, you’re going to listen.”

Your lips curved into a smile against his neck. “Yes, Lieutenant.”

His arms tightened around you, and you felt the rumble of his voice in his chest. “Good girl.”

You were floating somewhere between consciousness and sleep when a thought drifted through your mind—tomorrow was going to be a very long day. And if this was your punishment for disobeying orders, you weren’t entirely sure you didn’t want to misbehave again.