#boiles

Derek smells the omega first. It's ripe, in beat, and his mouth waters. It doesn't take long before his betas smell it too, eyes flashing. Derek bolts from the clearing, paws beating against the hard packed soil. Behind him, Boyd, Erica and Issac are at his heels. 

The moon is high in the sky, and Derek howls as he follows the trail. An in heat omega in their woods wasn't something Derek or the betas could pass up. Unmated omegas weren't allowed out in public. This one was definitely unmated, and the scent of heat pulled to the werewolf pack's instincts like a fish on a line. 

The closer Derek got, the more the scent of the omega told him. The omega was male, young. He was lost, afraid. The smell had Derek's saliva glands working overtime. He licked his muzzle as he ran. 

The omega is in a clearing not far from the lake the pack goes swimming in during hot days. Derek growls a barked warning to his betas as they charge forward and they quickly lose steam. Derek takes the lead once more, shifting mid stride and standing over the omega. 

His betas shift as well, the four of them watching as the omega whimpers, arms around his stomach and shoulder leaning into a tree for support. 

"You lost?" Erica asked, voice a rumbled growl, eyes flashing gold. 

The omega looks up, eyes a bright, whiskey brown. Pupils dilated. Derek takes a step forward, unsure what he intends to do as he reaches a hand out. Does he want to see if he's okay, needs help? Or does he want to mount him? Both options tug at his gut. 

The omega smells heady, wet and inviting, and Derek's eyes flash red as he inhales. The omega instinctively takes a step forward, and the close proximity answers Derek's question. 

The omega staggers forward, into Derek's chest on a whine, nose and mouth pressed into Derek's neck. He's too far gone in his heat. Derek wraps his arms around the omega and pulls him in closer. 

"It's alright, omega," he breathed, cock thickening. "We'll take good care of you."

The omega shakes his head even as he grips at Derek's bare sides, practically rubbing his scent all over the alpha. 

"I need- I need to go to a clinic," he rasps. Derek turns to face his pack, hands working on their own to slide under the omega's shirt. 

"What's your name?" Erica asked, sliding up behind the omega. 

"Sti-Stiles," the omega whines. "Please, I need a clinic."

Derek lifts Stiles' shirt up, exposing his torso. Erica's hands slip around to his front, unbuttoning his jeans, which are soaked with slick. 

"We'll take care of you," Isaac hums. Boyd is there too. They're crowding the omega, keeping him from wiggling free. 

They get him out of his clothes even as he struggles weakly against them. Poor thing is too lost, too dazed to really fight the four of them. Too human to go up against the pack. 

"Shh," Derek breathes into the whimpering omega's ear, lowering them to the ground. Stiles has tears in his eyes. He's fighting weakly, but Derek knows what he needs, and somewhere in Stiles' mind, he knows it too. 

He doesn't fight as Derek turns him around, so his back is to Derek's chest. His cock slits in between his ass cheeks, coated with slick. Stiles moans and rocks back onto him, head dropping back. 

"There we go," Erica purrs, crowding in front of them both as Derek adjusts Stiles in his hold. 

"Please," Stiles whines. "Please I need -hhhnn- I need a clin-"

He doesn't get to say much else. Derek's too lost in his own instincts to claim to really focus on the weak attempts at persuasion. Stiles says he doesn't, but Derek can smell he does. 

His hole is sloppy already, heat making the rim lose and ready without much prep. Derek gets an arm under one of Stiles' legs, lifting it enough that he can try and get the right angle. 

He growls when his cock slips, the omega too slick for him to slide in without help. Erica grabs him by the base and Derek lowers Stiles onto it. 

The omega wails at the intrusion, head falling back onto Derek's shoulder as he sinks down to the hilt. 

Derek drops onto his back and fucks up into the omega. Around him, his betas growl with want, envy. 

Boyd is the first to move. He drops to his knees at Derek's head, holding his own cock firm. Stiles -lost in the feeling of having an alpha inside him- barely registers what's happening. His mouth parts when Boyd presses the tip of his cock against soft pink lips. He takes the beta in smoothly, choking when Boyd hits the back of his throat, barely fitting all of him inside. 

Erica is quick to scramble up next. She straddles Stiles' hips, eyes flashing as she grabs his omega cock and lines herself up. She sinks down and Stiles moans around Isaacs cock. Derek growls a moan of his own as the omega tightens around him. He fucks up into him harder. 

The force of his thrusts sends Stiles' cock up into Eric's cunt. He can hear Stiles choking on Boyd's dick, and that's all it takes for Isaac to break and drop to his knees in the clearing. He grabs Stiles' hand, forces it around his cock, curls his own hand around it to keep Stiles put, and fucks into his fingers. 

Derek already feels his knot forming, his teeth sharpening. The omega pants and whines between them, overstimulated and satisfied all at once. Derek's pack knows how to pleasure the oenga. They take everything he's willing to give and more. More slick drools past Derek's cock, coating his thighs and setting the soil under them. Erica's cunt creates slick of its own, leaving the poor thing a mess. 

Derek revels in the choked off moans and gasps in his ear as Boyd fucks into his throat, and with a final thrust, Derek locks into the omega. Stiles' back arches, he crows around Boyd. Derek howls, cumming heavily into the omega's tight clutch. 

He bites down hard on Stiles' neck, breaking skin. Isaac shouts his own release at the sight. 

Stiles cums seconds later. Derek can smell it. Can feel the flutter of his asshole as he spills his infertile load into Erica. 

Erica continues to rock on his cock, using her fingers to rub at her clit, panting and growling as she brings herself closer to her own release. 

Stiles eagerly swallows Boyd's. Derek pulls his teeth from his neck, licking at the bond bite he's placed there. 

"Such a good boy," he breathed, hips twitching as he continues to empty himself into Stiles. The omega whimpers at the praise, cum glistening against his lips. 

Erica pulls off with a sigh, leaning down to lick up the mess at Stiles' groin. Derek watches with baited breath as she opens her mouth, sharp teeth grazing the sensitive skin of the omega's inner thigh as she sucks up slick and cum. 

"Bite him," Derek demands, voice alpha sharp. The betas around him whimper. The omega in his arms lets out a reedy "please."

Please don't, or please do, Derek doesn't know, but he doesn't care to ask. His own bond bite is on Stiles' neck. The omega is his, his pack's. 

Erica bites at his inner thigh, breaking the skin just as Derek has. The omega screams, arching and tugging on Derek's knot as he cums again. Isaac bites down on the soft inside of Stiles' forearm. Boyd's teeth break the skin on Stiles' shoulder, on the opposite side of where Derek had bitten him. 

From how cognizant Stiles had been before they showed up, Derek knows he's only at the beginning of his heat. It could last up to 3 days. He curls his arms tighter around the loose body laying on top of him, his betas soothing their own bond bites with soft lips and tongues. 

"Please," Stiles sobs, chest heaving. 

"Shh," Derek breathes. "We're going to take good care of you."

It takes a few minutes for Derek's knot to deflate and he slips out of the omega with a groan. He lifts Stiles up as he stands and the betas quickly follow. Their full moon run is cut off short, but no one minds as they follow Derek back to the pack house. 

Stiles -momentarily satiated and sleeping from the thorough fucking Derek and his betas gave him- rests his cheek against Derek's shoulder. 

"Do we get to keep him?" Isaac asked, looking as excited as a puppy at the prospect of a new toy. Erica and Boyd look at Derek expectantly as well, and Derek nods easily. 

"He's ours now," he decides. He knew the moment he smelled the omega in the wind that he'd be theirs. The omega whimpers against his neck, bleeding from his various bites, cum and slick on his skin, inviting the pack to stop right there and fuck him into the ground once more. 

Stiles was sprawled on his stomach, leaning over the kitchen table with a blindfold on and his hands duct taped to the sides. He moaned loudly as someone rammed into him, hard and fast, his own cock leaking into the groind between his feet. 

"He loves it," he heard Boyd say, a grin in his tone. Stiles did. He loved every second of it. Being passed around and fucked. 

"God, his ass is sucking me in," Isaac growled, clawed fingers biting into Stiles' hips as he thrusted in and out. He couldn't remember how many times he had been used. He could barely tell who was fucking him when. Pleasure had his thighs trembling and he moaned loud as Isaac finally came in his ass. 

Another tally mark was sharpied into the skin of his pack as Isaac pulled out, patting Stiles' ass appreciatively. 

He felt the air on his gaping asshole and he whimpered, feeling cum dribble down his perineum, over his balls to join the rest of the mess on the floor. Everyone's cum mixed together sweetly in his ass. 

Another hand settled on his lower back, and he knew from the size of it that it was Boyd. He braced himself, giddy to feel his thick cock split him open. 

Out of all the werewolves that had partaken in Stiles, Derek and Boyd were the thickest, and his favorites. Boyd sank in with a smooth glide and a breathy noise. Stiles lifted onto his toes, pulling at his arms still taped to the sides of the table. He wanted to touch himself. Wanted to cum so bad. 

He'd managed two orgasms since the start of the party. Once when Derek knotted him, and the second when Jackson angled himself just right and fucked into his prostate nonstop until he was sobbing and shaking. 

Being fucked and passed around like he was felt amazing, and he never wanted it to stop. But he wanted to cum again. Needed it desperately. 

"Please, please, please," he groaned into the wood of the table, wriggling his hips, hoping to get some type of friction against his no doubt red and leaking dick. 

Boyd only chuckled as he fucked him harder. They could hear the game in the living room, the other guys cheering for their team. Stiles wasn't much of a sports fan, at least not when it came to football, but he was glad he came. 

Boyd emptied himself deep in Stiles' ass before pulling out. Stiles clamped down on him as he did, whimpering at the loss and begging wordlessly for him to continue. 

"Such a cockslut," Boyd said, putting his own tally next to Isaac's. He couldn't wait to go to the bathroom and see how many are there. 

Someone removed the tape from around his wrists and he was lifted into the air. He barely reacted as his legs were forced around someone's hips. He curled his arms around their neck, moaning at the feeling of fabric against his cock. He rocked into their stomach as they walked away from the table. They chuckled and Stiles knew it was Derek. 

He set his mouth against Derek's collarbone, rocking into Derek, trying desperately to get off. The sounds of the TV grew louder, and then they were in the living room, Derek sitting down with Stiles straddling his lap. 

He was manhandled until Derek's cock was pressing into his entrance. Stiles eagerly lifted himself up and down, using his hands on Derek's shoulders for balance. He couldn't help the soft whimpers and little breathy moans that fell from his mouth, the tip of his cock rubbing against Derek's torso as he fucked himself on the alpha's dick. 

Derek didn't last long before his knot caught on Stiles' rim, locking him in place and filling him with cum. He settled for rocking softly against Derek's stomach, chin resting on his shoulder. The alpha yelled along with everyone else at the tv, for the most part ignoring Stiles on his lap. It made Stiles' cock twitch, the need to cum intensifying. 

He was so close to actually cumming when a hand slipped between him and Derek and got ahold of his cock, pinching just under the head and stopping his release. Stiles let out a frustrated groan, head falling back and teeth biting into his cheek. 

"You don't get to cum yet, little party favor," Peter hummed. "Not until you're on my cock." 

Stiles whimpered, struggling to stay still on Derek's knot and not thrust up into Peter's hand. The werewolf held onto his cock until the need to cum went away. 

It felt like too long before Derek's knot went down enough for him to slip out, and just as it did, Stiles was grabbed under the arms and lifted off of Derek's lap. He landed on Peter's with a gasp, cum drooling out of his ass and making a mess everywhere. None of the other werewolves seemed to mind. 

"There we go," Peter murmured, slipping into Stiles' soaked and gaping hole easily. Stiles wrapped his arms around Peter's neck, letting the werewolf bounce his hips up and down. A hand went to his cock and stripped him to the rhythm of Peter's thrusts and he wailed in pleasure, thighs tensing as he came all over the werewolf, hole milking Peter through his orgasm until Peter came right after him. 

Stiles doesn't remember much. Just leaving the facility and getting lost. He couldn't take it there anymore. Almost twenty and stuck in a room because he was unclaimed. So he snuck out. He doesn't remember how he did it, how he managed to sneak out of the building with enough guards to keep the more feral werewolves at bay. But he did it. 

And not an hour after he left, did he feel the familiar buzz of his heat warming his belly. Really, he didn't know what else he expected. It was just his luck. 

He remembered stumbling onto a group of werewolves, and after that, things got a little foggy. But he felt good. Better than he'd ever felt before, and there was a pleasant burning at his neck, his shoulder, wrist and inner thigh. 

He felt claimed and full and content and he never wanted to go back to the facility again, where the instruments used were cold and silicone, where the partners wore gloves and kept a cold professionalism that never quite thawed the heat in his core. 

He comes to when he's lowered onto a bed, and he whined at the thought of the facility's thin twin sized mattresses he'd been forced to sleep on since he presented. 

There's a soft shushing sound near his ear, and a body settles down beside him. Another at his head, forcing him to lay on their thighs. A third on his other side and yet another body hovering over him. 

Stiles blinked his eyes open, struggled to keep them from shutting as he took in the faces above him. 

"You with us, little omega?" The boy beside him asked, hair a curly blonde. Stiles licked at his lips, unable to speak. He mewled at him instead, eyelids fluttering -threatening to close. 

Thick fingers brushed through his hair and Stiles lost the battle. All four of them sang of a claim on him. Could that be possible? Could he be claimed by four? He didn't know. The facility only ever talked about one. 

"Poor thing is exhausted," the girl pouted, her own fingers running down his bare chest. He didn't remember taking his clothes off, but if he was claimed, he must've been knotted. He couldn't have been knotted with clothes on. 

"Alpha," he called out on a whimper, heat surging low in his gut and slick coating his ass. 

"Shh," the one above him hummed. Stiles opened his eyes once more, beginning to wriggle against the bodies crowded against him. "We're going to take good care of you."

Stiles believed him. He let the alpha hook his legs up, felt the blunt end of his cock at his entrance and sighed long and low as it slipped inside. The other three shifted around him and Stiles eagerly reached for them, whimpering at the thought of them leaving, even as the alpha fucked into him, touching all the right places. 

His mind fuzzed pleasantly as he got ahold of the boys' cocks, stroking them, wanting them inside, whimpering and gasping as the alpha continued to fuck him. 

The girl leaned over him and captured his lips, kissing him upside down. Stiles whined against her, overwhelmed with the feeling of each bond he now has with them. 

"I can't believe he's all ours," a deep voice groaned. The thick cock in his right hand jerned forward and Stiles squeezed his hand around him. 

The girl pulled off and Stiles opened his eyes, peering up at her. She smiled down at him with sharp teeth before shuffling forward. Her hands landed on his chest, her legs on either side of his head. 

"Der," she breathed as she lowered herself onto his face. "Once you're done knotting him I want his cock again."

Instinct took over as his heat responded to his bond mates. He let his jaw drop as the girl's cunt finally made contact. It was wet and warm and Stiles lifted his chin, licking at her lips and nosing at her entrance. His tongue found the ball of nerves and she gasped and shook over him. 

Stiles felt the alpha's knot start to catch on his rim and he whimpered, the sound muffled against the girl's cunt. 

The two in his hands grunted and thrusted into his palms as they got closer to their orgasm and Stiles whined, his toes curling at the pleasure in the base of his spine. 

He came on the alpha's cock just as it locked into place. The two boys jerked themselves off over his body and the girl rutted against his mouth until she came too. 

Stiles gasped, body limp. The four of them quickly rearranged themselves around him, the alpha still knotted inside, filling him up to the brim. They all touched him, murmuring gentle praises as he succumbed to exhaustion. 

He knew his heat could last a couple days, but he didn't know if that had changed now that he had mates to take care of him. If his need to be fucked would simmer now that he had warm bodies to make it better. 

He nuzzled into whoever he could during his reprieve, feeling hot spunk continue to pump inside him.