#crcb

Simon damn near whimpers at the words coming out of John’s mouth. His alpha starts to recede, the urge to lay down and bear his throat getting stronger by the second as John’s imposing aura surrounds him. He’s playing alpha, leader, head of the pack, something he’d let Simon play at since this moment started between all five of you.

Simon shifts as John climbs off the bed, a heavy look in his eyes as he stares down at Simon. He can’t help but wonder if this is how you feel during your heats, staring down a dominant alpha, willing to do anything and everything he says. It makes him feel good, letting go of that control, even if just for a moment. For the first time in a long time, the weight of leadership is gone from his shoulders. He can let Price take control for a moment and let himself go.

He lets John guide him down onto his knees, his eyes focused on his alpha’s face. John’s eyes are hooded, but firm, reminding him of who is in control. He lets his eyes drop to John’s cock, standing erect for him, waiting. His hand closes around the thick appendage, dragging slowly from base to tip and then back. John lets out a sigh, his hand relaxing a bit in his hair.

Simon wastes no time, taking John’s cock into his mouth. He’s musky and heady, precum dribbling onto his tongue. Simon licks it up before flattening his tongue, taking John’s cock as deep as he can and sucking hard. A hard breath leaves John’s lungs, his cock twitching. Simon grates his teeth along his cock, digging in just slightly too hard.

John hisses, his fingers closing in his hair again and tugging. “Gentle.”

Simon nearly cums at the feeling of his hair being tugged, at the strong command from his alpha. He kisses the tip of John’s cock in apology before he takes him back into his mouth. He can hear the sweet moans behind him, the quiet squeak of the bed as Kyle and Johnny have their way with you. He can picture you pinned between them, taking both of them at the same time, spread wide open by their cocks.

He does whimper this time around John’s cock, drool sliding down his chin as he takes John’s cock as deep as he can, his tip hitting the back of his throat. He gags quietly. It’s been a long time since he’s sucked a cock. He’s out of practice.

The cacophony of noises in the room quiets as he focuses on John’s cock, on taking him as deep as he can into his throat. John is groaning deeply, head tilted back in pleasure as Simon sucks him off. He needs this, they all need this, this release, this moment together. All of them are becoming one, a shared energy alive in the room between the five of them.

Simon sucks hard on John’s cock, John clutching his hair as he cums suddenly, spurting down Simon’s throat. He takes it eagerly, swallowing down every last drop. He’s musky on his tongue, slightly bitter. It’s been a while since he’s tasted John’s cum.

John finally releases his hair, his chest heaving with breaths as he guides him onto his feet, turning him towards the bed before bending him over the side. He goes easily, excitement thrumming in his stomach, making his cock twitch. He knows what’s coming, what John is going to do to him. His entire body tightens in anticipation.

He can see you now, you, Johnny, and Kyle. The three of you are sandwiched together, writhing like a mass of arms and legs. You lock eyes with him, mouth open in a moan as you take both of the betas. Your eyes are glassy with pleasure, and you look utterly wrecked.

Johnny tosses the lube to John, barely faltering in his thrusts. He’s paying more attention than Simon thought he was, despite his gaze being locked on your back as he thrusts wildly into you.

Simon watches the way your body trembles in pleasure as he hears the cap of the lube pop. His body tenses in anticipation again, stomach tightening as his cock twitches where it’s trapped between his body and the mattress. He grinds his hips slightly to get some friction, desperate for some attention.

John’s lubed fingers circle his hole before pressing in, working just the tips in as he stretches open. He tries his best to relax, forcing past the shudder that leaves him at the sudden penetration. He would take John’s cock raw if he could, just to get some kind of relief. He’s the only one that hasn’t cum yet, and he can feel it building, just from the stretch of John’s fingers. He hasn’t even had his cock yet.

He watches the three of you as John works his ass open, watching the way you writhe and moan, an orgasm shuddering through your body.

“Fuckin’ do that again.” Johnny groans, thrusting into you hard and fast, a sheen of sweat glistening on his pale skin.

“I can’t...I can’t…” you gasp, clinging to Kyle for dear life as they continue to fuck you.

Another orgasm washes over you, Simon’s cock twitching as you nearly scream with pleasure. Johnny’s body shakes as he slams himself up against your ass, eyes rolling back as he cums. It’s a beautiful sight, his beta lost in pleasure for a moment. The arch of his back, the clenching of his ass, muscles pulled taught. He would paint it, if he could.

“Cumming already?” Kyle asks, glancing over your shoulder at him.

“Cannae help it, squeezin’ me like that.” Johnny groans, draping himself over your back.

Kyle groans, hands reaching up to squeeze Johnny’s sides. “Your far arse is squishing me.”

“Am not fat.” Johnny complains, laying more of his weight against you.

“Hey!” Simon snaps, trying to ignore the press of John’s fingers in his ass as he claws back just a bit of control. All three of your heads whip to the side to stare at him as he lifts himself onto his elbows. “Play nice or I’ll take your toy away from you.”

Both Johnny and Kyle mumble out a ‘yes sir’, making his cock twitch appreciatively. He loves when his betas are compliant.

His head goes fuzzy again, though, as more lube hits his ass before John adds a third finger, stretching him open further. He groans, his head dropping to press against the mattress. He’s leaking against the sheet, hips rocking as John thrusts his fingers into him. It feels so good, his body finally getting some relief to the intense pleasure that’s been building. He’s spread open wide around John’s thick fingers, his stomach tightening as he gets closer and closer to the edge.

Suddenly John’s fingers are gone, a groan leaving his lips as he lifts his head, turning to look over his shoulder. John has the bottle of lube in his hand, shiny fingers coating his cock in the slippery substance. Simon’s lips part in a groan, his head falling back to the mattress as he waits patiently for what’s about to happen.

The first press of John’s cock against his hole nearly has him cumming on the sheets. It’s stretching him open even further than his fingers did, the burn not painful totally, but also pleasurable. He’s forgotten just how big John is, how thick that alpha cock is. His own cock is big, but John’s feels even bigger right now as he presses it into his ass.

Simon’s hips buck, dragging his cock along the sheets, leaving a smear of fluid leaking from its tip. He could cum just like this, just from the stretch. His legs are shaking, body pressing into the mattress further and further. Looks like the reinforcements do work, as he glances up at the three of you. You’ve changed positions, Johnny on the bottom now, Kyle fucking from the top. He could watch the three of you together for the rest of time and he’d be happy. Such a pretty sight the three of you make.

Simon’s eyes roll as John continues pressing into his ass, rocking his hips back and forth to work his cock in. Simon’s body opens for him, his muscles relaxing despite his natural reaction to clench. It’s been too long since he’s had anyone in his ass. He’s forgotten just how good it feels to be fucked.

John starts to deepen his thrusts, sinking in until his hips meet Simon’s ass. Simon groans at the stretch, at being stuffed so full. John is breathing hard, hands pressed into Simon’s lower back. A soft groan leaves his lips as Simon clenches around him, squeezing tight around his cock.

“Fuck…” He breathes, gripping Simon’s hips. “You feel so good, Si.”

“Not as good as you feel.” He murmurs, pressing his cheek against the mattress.

“Beg for it.” John says, stilling with his hips pressed flush against Simon’s ass.

Simon almost whimpers again, his cock twitching, smearing more precum against the sheets. “Please.”

“Use your words like a good boy.” John says, rubbing his hands across Simon’s back.

“Please, fuck me, sir.” Simon nearly whines, pressing his as back against John’s hips.

“I guess I could do that.” John says cheekily, drawing back before slamming his hips up against his ass.

His head tilts back at the pleasure, body jolting from the force of John’s hips. He does it again, slamming his hips up against his ass, dragging his cock across the mattress. He nearly cums just from that, the reins he’s holding on his control nearly slipping as his mind starts to go numb. John shifts his thrusts into shallow ones, snapping his hips against Simon’s ass. The sound of skin slapping skin gets louder and louder, matching the sounds the three of you are making.

Simon’s moans are muffled by the sheets as he clings on for dear life. John is fucking him hard, the bed rocking and squeaking with every thrust of his hips forward. Simon’s hands curl in the sheets, his toes curling as pleasure washes through him. He’s cumming before he can stop it, spurting into the sheets, making a mess of the bed and his front. He’s nearly sobbing with pleasure as he squeezes around John, but that doesn’t stop the alpha at all. He fucks him through his orgasm, not stopping despite the pleasure he must be feeling himself.

The three of you have stopped, your body resting against the bed now. You’re watching them. He can feel your eyes on him as he lays there helpless, unable to do anything but take the pounding from John.

John’s hands grip his shoulders, tugging him up so his back hits his chest. He leans in, his breath hot against Simon’s sweaty skin. “You wanna fuck her? Then take her.”

All Simon can do is nod, dropping back onto his hands as John releases him. His mind is reeling, stomach tightening in pleasure at the thought of having your pussy. It’s his turn to get some stimulation on his cock, even if it is sloppy seconds. He doesn’t care. He’ll gladly take it if it means he gets to fuck you.

He reaches out, wrapping a hand around your ankles before tugging you forward. You come without any resistance, letting Simon tug you under his body. He situates you perfectly, tossing your legs over his shoulders before he sinks into you, giving you no time to adjust before he’s fully seated inside of you. You let out the softest, keening whine at the sudden intrusion, your body clamping down tightly around him. That alone nearly has him cumming again, his body jerking from the double-ended pleasure.

Simon rests his hands on either side of you, his body looming over you, making you seem so small. He wastes no time, starting to thrust his hips into yours. Your pussy is tight around him, so warm and wet. John begins to move again, thrusting hard against Simon’s ass. The thrusts forward have him slamming into you, pushing his hips into yours. It’s like a dance, John moving his body, his body moving into yours. Your eyes have rolled back, back arching beautifully as he fucks you, bringing you one last moment of pleasure before no doubt your body gives out.

His eyes screw closed in pleasure as you squeeze around him, his own body squeezing around John. He’s trembling, legs shaking as he gets closer and closer to the edge. Your nails are biting into his skin but he pays no attention to the pain, far too focused on the squeeze of your pussy and the stretch of John’s cock. He’s close, his own cock twitching inside of you as John’s twitches in his ass. Your own legs are shaking around his neck, signaling you’re close as well, though he could tell that already by the way you’re nearly strangling his cock.

He folds his body down over yours, his hand sliding to the back of your neck to hold you. He thinks nothing of the movement, just focused on holding you as he gets closer and closer to that edge, driven there by your pussy and John’s cock. John’s grip on his hips is tight, holding onto his own sanity as he slams into Simon’s ass, driving his hips hard against yours.

Your body nearly spasms under his as you cum, squeezing tight around his cock. He groans low and deep, pressing his face into the mattress as your orgasm drives him into his, the pleasure taking over as he cums inside of you, adding to the mess dripping out of you with every thrust of his hips. John continues for just a bit longer, thrusting into him a couple more times before he stills, warmth filling him as he cums in his ass.

The three of you stay there for a moment, locked together as you breathe. Johnny and Kyle’s moans fill the air before they quiet as well, obviously having helped each other one last time.

John takes a step back, slipping out of Simon’s ass. Simon can feel the warmth of his cum dripping out, his ass still clenching from the aftershocks of his orgasm. Simon eases himself away from you, his legs shaking as he slips free, rolling onto the bed beside you. He uses the last of his strength to shift you up onto the pillows, laying himself out beside you, exhausted.

“Yer the only one that didnae get a taste of that sweet cunt, Cap.” Johnny says.

“Don’t worry.” John says, climbing onto the bed. “There’s only one thing I need.”

Simon knows what he’s talking about, a smirk forming on his lips. He lifts one of your legs, draping it open over his hip. You’re still trembling and he can feel the small muscle twitches in your thigh. Kyle and Johnny move closer curiously as John comes to kneel on your other side.

John stares down at you, brushing some sweaty hair off your face. “Enjoy yourself?”

You nod, fucked so dumb you can’t even speak.

John grins. “Good. I just need one last thing before you’re done.”

John slides his hand down your body to your pussy, dragging through the mess both he and Kyle left. He dips two fingers into you, your body tensing around the intrusion. No doubt you’re sore, and you’ll have a limp tomorrow, if you can walk at all.

John starts to thrust his fingers into you, curling them in the way Simon knows is going to have you shaking soon. Simon holds your leg still as it tries to close, your head tilts back in a moan. John’s fingers pick up speed, thrusting into you almost frantically.

“No, no,” you gasp, fingers tugging at the comforter under you. “I can’t.”

“Yes you can.” John growls, pummeling that spot inside of you. Simon almost feels bad, but at the same time, he’s never seen it from this angle.

You let out a scream as you cum, body spasming as you squirt all over Kyle and Johnny. Your body nearly seizes in pleasure, your eyes squeezing closed. His good little fountain.

You go limp for a moment, your body twitching still involuntarily. Your eyes blink back open, breaths still heaving in your chest.

“Still with us?” John asks and you nod, letting out a groan.

“Where’d you learn to do that?” Kyle asks, wiping your juices off his chest.

John smirks. “Who do you think taught Simon?”

Both Kyle and Johnny turn to look at Simon, and he just shrugs. He still remembers that day when he made that beta squirt for the first time. It felt like a miracle, a little present wrapped up just for him. He’d made her do it until she was crying and begging him to stop, John just watching on contently, smoking a cigar.

Johnny flops on the bed at your feet, rubbing his eyes. “My cock feels like it’s gonnae fall off.”

“I haven’t ached like this in a long time.” Kyle groans, laying back on the pillows beside you.

“Been a while since we got to have fun together.” John says, stroking your stomach. He turns to look up at you, giving you a soft smile.

Simon’s mind is starting to go cloudy as his body finally calms, coming down from the pleasure he just experienced. His muscles go lax, your leg dropping from his waist. It falls limply on the bed, his own body starting to go limp. He wraps his arms around you, a black hole starting to form in his mind. He doesn’t want to sink into it, he wants to stay afloat. The chemicals in his brain are dying off, shutting down. He wants to shut down, to lay there and cry or stare at the ceiling, empty. He needs something, someone.

Holding you isn’t enough.

John shifts over your bodies so he’s behind Simon again, wrapping his arms around him. He whispers softly to him, breathing praises of how well he did, how good he was. The weight against his back is a grounding presence, just the same as your body pressed against his front. That black hole in his chest is getting smaller, but it’s not enough. He needs more.

He’s clinging to you tightly, body pressed up against his. You don’t complain about his tight hold, already asleep. He wishes he could fall asleep, but he can’t quiet his brain. He feels sad, almost like he could cry. He doesn’t regret what happened, he’s almost more upset that it’s over, the chemicals in his brain firing less and less with every minute that passes.

Kyle is the first to move, heading for the bathroom to wipe himself off before leaving the room. He comes back a few minutes later with a tray of glasses, the liquid cloudy and bubbling. John takes one of them, shifting Simon’s body so he’s sitting up, his arms falling from around you. You don’t seem to care, falling limp against the bed as you sleep. The cool water hits his lips, salty with the taste of electrolytes. He drinks the whole glass, guzzling it down eagerly. He hadn’t realized just how thirsty he was after everything.

“Good boy.” John praises him, setting the glass on the nightstand. “Let’s get you up.”

Simon is unsteady on his feet, leaning heavily against John as he lets the alpha guide him into the bathroom. He sits him on the toilet lid before starting the water in the tub. He lets it get warm before he helps Simon to his feet again, guiding him over to the tub.

The hot water feels amazing against his skin, already starting to clean off the sweat and fluids stuck there. He leans his head back against wall, letting his eyes drift closed as he relaxes in the water. The gap in his chest is getting smaller and smaller, the chemicals starting to slow and relax, easing his mind into a content state.

John returns a few moments later with you in his arms, Simon opening his arms as John settles you into the tub. You’re bleary and out of it, your head dropping back against his shoulder as John grabs a washcloth, dipping it into the water. He starts to scrub your skin and Simon’s, cleaning off the sweat and fluids.

“You both did so good.” He praises both of you, gently scrubbing your skin. “I’m so proud of you.”

A low rumble in Simon’s chest escapes before he can stop it, a low purr rumbling in the air. He feels content, relaxed, fulfilled. His mind has quieted, his arms tight around you, holding you against him. You’re a steady weight against his chest, grounding and so warm. John continues to clean you both until he’s satisfied, undoing the plug in the tub.

He helps you up first, getting you wrapped in a towel and dried before carting you off to the bed, no doubt getting you settled in. He returns, helping Simon out of the tub, wrapping a towel around him as well. Simon feels unsteady on his feet, still leaning against his alpha as he’s led back to the bedroom, his chest still rumbling with a purr.

He crawls onto the bed, joining you in the middle where he wraps his arms around you, pulling you back against his chest. You’re like a little stuffy, his own to hold and have. In the morning he would never think anything like that, but for now, he allows himself to be soft, to be vulnerable.

The others clean themselves up before joining you, surrounding the two of you on the bed. Simon closes his eyes, breathing in the cocktail of scents. Sex, sweat, the natural scents of your pack, the heavy musk of arousal still lingering. He’s never smelled anything better before, because it came from all of you.

The whiskey burns the back of his throat as he throws back the last of it in his glass. It’s a welcome burn after the cheap beer that barely gave him more than a light buzz. John had pulled out the heavy alcohol stored in the cupboard finally, pouring everyone a glass. Even you were partaking, face pinched as you swallowed down a shot. He’s never seen you drink hard liquor. He’s barely seen you drink beer. Tonight, though, things are different. He can feel it in the air, the alcohol giving you all a boldness that had previously been missing.

The soft sound of music fills the air, Simon lounging back on the couch as he watches you, Kyle, and Johnny sway back and forth to it. They’re holding you between them, hands on your waist as your bodies move to the beat. Johnny’s face is pressed into your hair, chest heaving as he breathes in your scent.

“Look at them.” he rumbles, his cock starting to stiffen in his pants at the sight of the three of you together. “Pretty sight ain’t they?” You are quite the sight, the prettiest members of the pack all pressed close together.

“Could sit and watch them all night.” John responds, taking another sip of the whiskey he’s nursing.

Kyle’s body shifts against yours, one of his thighs pressing between your legs. Simon can pick up the light scent of arousal in the air, building the more your bodies grind together. You let out the softest noise as Kyle’s thigh presses against your clothed pussy, Simon’s cock twitching in his pants again.

Simon takes a deep breath in, catching all three of your scents in the air. Johnny’s probably hard in his pants, grinding against your ass in desperation for some kind of friction. Needy boy. “Smell that?” He asks, the sharp scent of your arousal going straight to the back of his brain.

“I think she’s enjoying herself.” John says, his eyes focused on the three of you.

You tilt your head back, Johnny taking advantage of the movement as his lips tease your skin. Your hand lifts, sinking into his mohawk, holding on as you grind against Kyle’s thigh.

“Could take ye right here, right now.” Johnny groans. “Let ‘em all watch.”

A thick wave of arousal seeps into the air, your scent projecting. Simon shifts as his cock grows harder, bulging against his jeans.

“I think she liked that idea.” Kyle says cheekily, gripping your waist.

“Please…” You whine, tugging at Johnny’s mohawk.

“Look at me.” Simon says, tossing an arm across the back of the couch. Johnny grips your chin, turning your head so you’re staring at him. Your lips are parted, eyes glassy with arousal. You look fucked out already and they’ve barely touched you. “What do you say, omega?” Your gaze darkens a bit. “You want Johnny to fuck you in front of us?”

He’s surprised when you nod your head eagerly. It was a brave move, offering to let Johnny have his way with you in front of all of them. Then again, Johnny did eat you out on the table in front of them at the cottage. He had seen the way you reacted, and it had been tempting to let Johnny continue. Had you not been exhausted already he would have seen just how far they could push you.

He’s sure part of it is the alcohol talking, but then again, you have expressed desire to have all of them at once before. Maybe this is that moment when they really test just how much you want it.

Kyle takes a step back, and you let out a whine, reaching for him.

“Come here, pretty boy.” John says, holding a hand out to Kyle.

He moves out of your grasp, sinking himself down on the couch between the two alphas. Simon breathes in the soft scent wafting off of him, laced with the muskiness of arousal. He’s hard in his pants too, a noticeable bulge between his thighs.

Simon pulls his gaze from Kyle, staring back and you and Johnny, frozen in place as you wait for something, some kind of direction. “Put on a good show for us and maybe we’ll reward you.” he says, leaning back against the couch. He’s in control right now, John letting him lead.

“Fucking christ.” Johnny breathes, his hands spinning you around to face him. “C’mon.”

He makes quick work of your shirt, baring your breasts to the cool air in the room. Your nipples pebble almost instantly, a small shiver running down your spine. Johnny maneuvers you easily, kneeling you in front of the coffee table, facing the couch. Kyle’s hand presses against the bulge in Simon’s jeans, gently rubbing back and forth. Simon casts a glance to the side, seeing his other hand doing the same to John.

Always such a good boy.

Johnny has you naked and pressed against the coffee table when he turns back to look, his hand between your thighs. “Slicker than a seal.” He says, bending down to lick at your pussy. “And sweet as sugar.”

He buries his face in your pussy, hands dimpling your thighs as he eats you out. Your fingers wrap around the edge of the table, knuckles going white as you hold on for dear life. Simon can imagine the way his tongue is moving inside of you, the way his lips wrap around your clit. His cock twitches in his pants as Kyle undoes the button and zipper, reaching in to grip his cock. He’s got his other hand in John’s pants, the other alpha watching with hooded eyes.

You let out a moan, back arching. Another wave of your scent fills the air, your head falling back as Johnny slurps at your wet pussy. Simon wonders what’s going through your head, what you’re thinking at this moment, if anything at all. Are you solely focused on Johnny or are you thinking about all of them?

You let out a squeak, your body jerking. Simon can just imagine what Johnny did to elicit that kind of response from you. “Easy, boy.” He says, eyes focused on Johnny as he glances up from behind you. “Don’t be too rough with her.” At least for now.

“Yes, alpha.” Johnny murmurs, disappearing behind you again. Simon’s cock gets stiffer in Kyle’s hand at the mention of his status, pride welling within him.

It’s not often his beta is so obedient.

Johnny’s hands grip your hips, pulling you back against his face. You’re still clinging to the table, body starting to tremble. You’re moaning helplessly, sweet sounds pouring from your lips as you get closer and closer to the edge. Simon breathes out a curse as Kyle’s hand squeezes around his cock, fighting the urge to let go himself.

Your eyes roll back as you cum, hips pressing back against Johnny’s face. Johnny slurps at your pussy, sucking down every last drop he can. He curses softly, lifting himself back onto his knees. He’s quick to drop his pants to his knees, lining himself up behind you. Simon stares at the hand that rests on your hip, holding you so tenderly. Hands he’s seen wire explosives, handle rifles expertly, and yet they’re so soft as they hold you.

Simon’s fingers sink into the arm of the couch, holding on for dear life as Kyle’s thumb strokes his tip, smearing pre-cum all over his skin. He could cum like this so easily, but he won’t. Not yet.

Johnny’s hand smooths over your ass, gripping one cheek with his fingers. “Pretty little ass.”

“Johnny…” you whine desperately, trying to push back against him.

So needy you’re forgetting your manners.

“Say please.” Simon prompts, looking at you expectantly.

“Please, Johnny. Please fuck me.” you beg, turning your head to the side to try and see him.

“Good girl.” Simon praises you, partially surprised by your coherence. He’s not surprised by your obedience though.

“As you wish.” Johnny says, finally giving you what you need, his hips pressing forward as he presses his cock into you.

Your head tilts back, eyes squeezing closed as you moan, back arching as Johnny rocks his hips into you. Johnny gives little time to adjust as he presses fully into you, hips pushing against your ass, your knuckles still white as you cling to the edge of the table. Simon can see the pleasure on your face, the way your lips part, those soft little moans leaving your lips. Excitement thrums in his stomach. He’s seen Johnny fuck you before, having partaken with him, but this is different. It’s not just him bearing witness to this. All three of them have their eyes on you and Johnny, all three of them are taking pleasure in watching you be ruined.

You’re really going to do this.

Simon glances sideways, just for a moment, looking past Kyle at John. The other alpha turns, giving him a small nod before they both turn their attention back to you.

Johnny thrusts into you in a steady rhythm, the sound of his flesh hitting yours loud in the air. Your head lifts, eyes meeting John’s before they shift over to meet his. Your pupils are blown wide, lust evident in them as you stare at him.

Your eyes roll back as Johnny shifts his hips, his name leaving your lips in a cry. Your head drops back down, resting against the table as Johnny pistons his hips against your ass. He’s getting close, Simon can tell by the way he’s grunting, brows furrowed in concentration. He’s trying not to cum first, no doubt he could have cum just from tasting your pussy. You’re close too, he can tell by the sounds your making, the way your body is wrought tight like a spring, muscles pulled tight.

“Cum for me.” Johnny grunts, sliding a hand around to your front to tease your clit. “Come on.”

“Please, please,” you whine, your body shuddering from the pleasure.

“Oh fuck,” Johnny groans, nearly falling against your back as you cum with a moan, your body arching off the table before falling limp.

Simon pushes Kyle’s hand away gently, tucking himself back in his pants. Johnny is frantically thrusting into you, chasing his own high. He won’t let Johnny give everyone else sloppy seconds, he won’t let Johnny have the satisfaction of cumming in you first. He already gets the bragging rights of being your first two orgasms of the night.

His fingers wrap around Johnny’s throat, tugging him back away from you before he can cum. Johnny swallows thickly, eyes turning up to stare at his alpha. “Not this time.” He says, ignoring Johnny’s pitiful whine.

Your body flops to the side, sitting down so you’re leaning against the coffee table. Simon stares down at Johnny’s pathetic face before sighing, releasing his beta. He moves over to you, holding out a hand. He’ll at least give Johnny this satisfaction.

He moves you onto your knees, making sure you’re steady on shaking legs. “Cum on her tits like a good boy.” He says, motioning for Johnny to stand.

Johnny is on his feet instantly despite his own tremors, his hand wrapping around his cock. He stands over you, your gaze lifted to his face as he pumps his cock, still slick and shiny with your juices. If Simon were in a different headspace he would have sucked it right off of Johnny’s cock. He’s not in that headspace, though. Right now he’s in control.

Johnny spurts his cum all over your chest, white globules slipping down your sweaty skin. “Fuck…” he groans, furiously squeezing out every last drop that he can.

Simon looks up to Kyle, his hand rubbing the bulge in his own jeans. He smirks, motioning to him. He gets up off the couch, approaching slowly. “Clean her up.” He says, Kyle immediately dropping to his knees in front of you. He bends down, running his tongue across your skin, cleaning off Johnny’s cum.

Simon’s cock twitches in his pants as he watches, throbbing hard with arousal. John rises from the couch, approaching you from the other side. You tilt your head up to stare at him, licking your lips.

“Let’s take this to the bedroom.” He says. “We’ll be more comfortable.”

Kyle slips his arms under you before any of them can move, lifting you up off the floor. Simon leads the way down the hall to the bedroom, opening the door and flicking on the light. Kyle follows him in, laying you down in the middle of the bed. The four of them stand there, staring at you. You’re the only one naked, laying bare and vulnerable in front of them. Your thighs squeeze together, throat bobbing as you gulp. He feels like a hunter staring down his prey, a hungry lion with a wounded gazelle in his sights. He needs to ruin you, to show them just how much he can do to you before you lose it entirely.

He’s the first of them to move, crawling onto the edge of the bed. It dips under his weight, your body shifting as he crawls over to you, sitting back on his knees.

“Hi,” you breathe softly, doing that thing he loves, acknowledging him so sweetly. It always gets his heart pumping, his blood racing.

“Hello, love.” he says, dropping a hand to rest on your stomach. He can feel your breaths, in and out, slow and even despite the fucking you had just partaken in. His other hand brushes the hair from your face, letting you see him nice and clear. “Ready for me?”

You nod, eyes flickering to the others. They’re busy with John, the bed dipping as they force him down next to you.

Simon slides his hand down your stomach, fingers passing over your clit lightly before he slides them down further. You’re soaked, leaking slick as he gathers some on his fingers. He doesn’t want to hurt you, thankfully Johnny had already done that bit for him.

Your body opens to him as he presses his fingers into you, a soft moan leaving your lips. He glances up to your face, finding you staring to the side at Johnny and Kyle as the squabble over John’s cock. That simply won’t do. He needs your attention on him. He’s the one with his fingers stuffed in your pussy.

He grips your chin, tugging your head to the other side so you’re staring at him. His gaze is sharp as he stares down you, a shiver running through you under his harsh gaze. “I’m the one pleasurin’ you yeah?” He says, and you nod. “Then you look at me.”

“Yes, alpha.” you breathe.

A shiver runs down his spine this time, his alpha rising in the back of his mind, satisfied with your answer. He’s pacing in his cage, the temptation to absolutely ruin you, sink his teeth into you and shake is strong. He wants to devour you and your very soul, draw out your omega and let the two of them fight for dominance.

“Good girl.” He praises you, fighting those thoughts back. His touch is tender as he brushes a hand over your hair, the fingers stuffed into you curling.

You gasp, body jerking just slightly as his fingers press up against that soft spot inside of you. He finds it easily, well accustomed to your body after so long. He pushes his fingers against that spot over and over, curling them back towards himself as you nearly shake in pleasure. You know what’s coming. He’s taught you well enough to know what this means.

“Simon…” you moan, hands curled into the comforter. Probably should have removed that but too late now. He’s sure you have a spare somewhere.

“Feel good?” He asks, slowing down just slightly.

You nod, letting out the sweetest whine. “Feels so good.”

“Good.” He says, proud that he’s bringing you pleasure. His other hand presses into your stomach, pushing down against the hand thrusting into you.

Your body shakes as he continues his assault against that spot inside of you, pressing and curling his fingers with every thrust in. You’re close, he can feel it with the way you’re squeezing around him, trying to pull his fingers in deeper. An idea starts to form in his head as he glances up at Kyle, John’s cock down his throat.

“Pretty boy,” He calls out, Kyle choking in surprise around John’s cock before he lifts his head. “Come over here.”

Kyle moves away from John’s cock, Johnny eagerly taking his place. Simon directions Kyle between your legs, continuing to relentlessly thrust against that spot inside of you. You’re a moaning mess, body writhing as you get closer and closer to the edge. Kyle holds his head down, watching Simon’s fingers fuck into you. He has no idea what’s about to happen, what he’s about to experience.

Simon feels it, the immense pressure forcing his fingers out as you squirt, splattering Kyle’s face with fluid.

The beta groans, tongue darting out to lick at the droplet dripping down his lip. “Oh, shit.”

Simon stuffs his fingers into you again, ignoring the spasming of your pussy around him as he focuses on that spot again. “One more time.”

“Can’t...can’t…” you whine pathetically, body writhing in pleasure. It’s a beautiful sight, your mind gone and overwhelmed with the pleasure he’s bringing you.

“Yes, you can.” Simon says, frantically pressing up against that spot again.

You nearly scream as you squirt again, Kyle waiting eagerly right there, getting coated in your fluid again. Simon stares down at you, your body shaking almost violently with the aftershocks of such an intense orgasm. His eyes glance down at Kyle and the creamy white coating his cock.

“Fucking hell.” He says, staring as the beta pushes himself up onto his knees. “Did you cum all over yourself.”

“Couldn’t help it.” He whines, passing a hand over his still-hard cock. “That was so hot.”

Simon reaches over, smearing some of the cum on his fingers before pressing them into Kyle’s mouth. He sinks them as deep as he can, pressing against the back of Kyle’s tongue. Kyle sucks hard on Simon’s fingers, cleaning the cum off of them with his tongue before Simon pulls them free. He pushes him towards you, patting his ass. “Be a good boy and clean her up.”

“Yes, sir.” Kyle moans, immediately dropping between your thighs.

He shifts over to Johnny and John, Johnny’s nose pressed against John’s pelvis, his hips humping the side of the bed. Simon slips a hand under him, feeling the damp spot there. “Fuckin’ slag.” He groans, gathering some of Johnny’s cum on his fingers. “Came on yourself too?”

Johnny whines, pulling John’s cock from his mouth. “Cannae help it.”

Of course he’d cum all over himself. Johnny has little control over his body sometimes, especially when it comes to sex. Such a needy little pup, can’t even control his own cock. “Should punish you for that.” he says, delivering a light slap to Johnny’s ass.

“Go easy on him.” John says lazily, running a hand over Johnny’s mohawk. “It’s not his fault he can’t control himself when you’re over there making a mess of our girl.”

Our girl.

You’ve been called that before, but it never fails to make something in Simon’s chest heave. Hearing it from John is something special. You were just supposed to be his girl, only John’s. His omega, his partner. But, you let him in. You let him take part in your special relationship, hell, you let him mark you. You’re their girl, their omega, their partner. He’s has just as much of a say as John does when it comes to you.

Something about that makes his chest ache.

His gaze is drawn to you as you let out a whine, Kyle’s head buried between your thighs. They’re squeezing around him and if it weren’t for Kyle’s muffled moans he might be worried the man was being suffocated.

John takes your hand, pressing a tender kiss to the back of it. Your gaze shifts over to him, eyes hooded and pupils blown with pleasure. “Holding on over there?” He asks softly.

Your legs squeeze around Kyle’s head, a muffled sound coming from him. “Barely.” You gasp. Kyle’s hand grips your thigh, dimpling the skin.

“Easy now.” Simon says, pulling one of your legs to the side, freeing Kyle. “Don’t want to kill him do you?”

“I doubt he’d complain.” John says. “Just look at him, fucked out and cumming all over himself and all he’s doing is giving head.”

Kyle moans against your pussy, grinding his hips against the bed. You definitely should have removed the comforter.

Simon grips Kyle by the back of his neck, pulling him away from your overstimulated pussy. Enough teasing. You’re all more than ready now. He grips Johnny by the hair, the slag moaning at the tugging against the strands. He pulls them both up in front of them so he’s staring at them. “You’ve been good boys.” He says, looking between them. “Good boys get to play with their toys.”

They both let out a groan, eyes darkening.

“You wanna play with our girl?” He asks them, both of them nodding enthusiastically. “Go on then.” He releases them, smacking Johnny’s ass. “I better not hear any complaints.”

Kyle is immediately on you, wrapping his arms around you to flip you over onto his chest. Simon opens the drawer of the nightstand, tossing Johnny a bottle of lube.

“We’re gonna make you feel good, princess.” Kyle says, kissing you. “Come on.” He eases you back, dragging his cock through your folds.

Simon watches as you sink down on Kyle’s cock, moaning softly. Johnny’s quick to slather some lube on his finger before bringing it to your ass. It’s not the first time you’ve taken one of them there, but it has been a while. The first time had been between Johnny and Kyle, not unlike now. He’d gotten to hear plenty about it on base. How long ago that seems now.

You let out a whimper as Johnny’s finger probes your ass, the beta shushing you gently. “I’ve got ye, kitten. Don’t worry.”

Simon’s hand drops to his cock, fisting it in his big hand. John’s still laid back against the bed, head turned and watching you. His hard cock is leaking against his stomach, but he doesn’t seem to care. Simon will always admire his self control.

Kyle’s hands are on your hips, rocking you back and forth as Johnny works his fingers into your ass. Simon squeezes the base of his cock as he watches, trying to hold himself back. He’s been holding himself back since the three of you were grinding against each other in the living room. He can last a bit longer.

You let out a moan, hands pressing against Kyle’s chest for leverage as you keep rocking your hips, every press back pushing Johnny’s fingers further into you. Johnny looks ready to cum again, and Simon can just picture how tightly you’re squeezing around him.

You let out a whimper, your body starting to shake already. You lay yourself down across Kyle’s chest, resting your head there. You’ve stopped moving, letting Johnny’s hand thrust into you.

“Getting lazy on me?” Kyle asks, his hands running down your back.

He won’t be having any of that. Simon shifts forward, bringing a hand down against your ass. Your body jolts in surprise, pushing back up so you’re seated over Kyle’s hips. “That’s not very nice of you.” He rumbles. “They’re taking their sweet time playing with you and you’re giving up already?”

You whimper, shuddering as Kyle rocks his hips up into yours. “I’m tired.”

Simon tilts his head. “You’re tired? We’re just getting started and you’re already tired?”

You swallow thickly. “’S not my fault you started with the party trick.”

Simon makes a fake sympathetic noise in his throat. Pathetic. You’re giving out sooner than the thought you might. All that stamina you had is gone, wasted away. “You can’t handle a little party trick?”

Fingers sink into his hair, tugging his head back. He growls lowly at the threat of the position, leaving his throat open and vulnerable. Simon releases you, tilting his head further to stare at John. It’s his fingers in his hair, his hand gripping his head, forcing him into such a submissive position.

John is kneeling on the bed now, having shifted up onto his knees. “Easy, now.” John says, Simon’s throat bobbing as he swallows. “You like playing the big, controlling alpha?”

Simon nods, gulping again. He can feel it, the edge of John’s control pressing up against his, challenging him. “Yes, sir.”

John hums, tugging on Simon’s hair to maneuver him over onto his hands and knees. Such a degrading position for an alpha. His control is slipping, that hidden part of his mind starting to seep through, that desire to let go becoming more and more prominent. His alpha is no longer prowling, itching to bite and sink his claws in. He’s receding back into his cage, slipping back somewhere safe to sleep while this other side takes control.

“I think you’ve played enough.”

NEXT ->

His hands are shaking still as he makes his way to the rec room. He slams the door of the fridge a little too hard after pulling out a cold water bottle. He tosses the cap in the garbage before chugging down the almost icy water, letting it numb his throat and make him dizzy from the cold. His stomach hurts, but he doesn’t mind the pain. He needs it, the distraction it can bring to the turmoil in his mind. 

He crumples the empty bottle in his hand, warping it into some sick imagery of how his insides feel. Twisted and compressed. He lets out a slow breath, fighting the urge to vomit. 

The bottle clanks as it hits the side of the trash can, his mind replaying the sound over and over to replace the thoughts swirling. Deep breaths. Clear your head. 

He leaves the rec room, heading back towards Price’s room. He’ll want to head out to breakfast soon, no doubt. Despite it being a day off for everyone, Price will want to make sure you’re fed soon. The last thing they need is a grumpy, snappy omega on their hands. 

Simon’s not quite sure he could handle seeing your pout right now. 

The hallway stinks, and it doesn’t take him long to realize why. You’re standing frozen, halfway between Price’s door and your own. You’re still just in your baggy shirt, legs out on display for everyone to see. It’s not often you show them off, though the barracks aren’t always the warmest place. 

Your eyes flicker to him as he slowly approaches, the air tinged with scent of anxiety and fear. His steps are careful, like he’s approaching a wild animal. You’ve obviously been deep in your head again, lost in thought as you always are. It’s practically a character defect, he thinks. It’s going to get you hurt one day. You’ll freeze, deep in thought in the wrong place. It worries him sometimes, thinking about you stopping in the middle of the road, or god forbid, the middle of a fight when you should be running. You’ll get lost in your head and it’ll be the last thing you do before a bullet tears through your chest-

No. 

He’s not going to entertain those thoughts. 

You meet his gaze as he approaches, almost making his steps stutter. He’s not sure you’ve ever directly looked him in the eyes, certainly never that boldly. He’s used to submission, to a hesitation in your gaze, as if you’re wondering what he might do if you look too long. That’s gone now, your gaze unwavering as you stare at him. It’s not a challenge, not a push against those boundaries that separate your status from his. You’re just looking at him in a way you never have before. 

He keeps his gaze locked on yours, refusing to drop his gaze even as you sink your teeth into your lip. He slows to a stop as you begin to move, approaching him bravely. Your steps are quick, bare feet slapping against the tile as if you’re trying not to talk yourself out of such a bold and brave action. 

Your body is tense, but not in the way he would expect if you were going to fight him. He knows what you look like when you’re ready to spring at him, when you’re ready to try and fight. Regardless, you’re not a threat to him. He could take you down easily, break a leg or an arm and immobilize you without even straining a single muscle. Price would never forgive him, none of the members of his pack would forgive him if he did such a thing to their precious omega. 

He holds his breath as you get closer, not stopping where he thought you might. You pass your normal cordial distance, pushing right past that boundary. He tenses as you get close enough to feel the warmth radiating off your body, his back going straight as a board as you wrap your arms around him. 

His mind goes blank, as if you’ve flipped some kind of switch. The swirling thoughts are gone, the worry, the turmoil. Everything is quiet as you hug him, your body pressed up tight against him. He can feel everything, the softness of your form as you stand there, clinging to him like he might be the last alpha in the world. 

The scent of strawberries and caramel pierces straight into his brain, sickeningly sweet and yet there’s a soft familiarity about it. His alpha purrs quietly in the back of his mind, the sound nearly slipping out. He doesn’t purr. He hasn’t purred in years. Decades. Not since he was a kid, purring with Tommy in their makeshift nest to try and calm each other. 

Christ, how dangerous you really are. 

“What are you doing?” He asks, his voice hoarse with the emotions he’s trying to hold back. 

“Hugging you.” You say, as if it’s the simplest thing in the world. It is. Most people hug each other without thinking about it. Your arms tighten just slightly around him, squeezing your body against his. “I’m sorry for not greeting you on the tarmac. I wasn’t really thinking clearly at that point.” 

He lets out a quiet sigh. So that was what this was about. He wonders how you found out. He must have not been quite as subtle about it as he thought he was, and Johnny must have picked up on it and put the pieces together. His smart little beta, always so in tune with him. He would have preferred it to stay private, hidden away until they both forget about it, but of course, Johnny would tell you, probably as an excuse for his actions earlier. It’s better than the alternative. 

“It’s fine.” He says, lifting hand to awkwardly pat your back. Your shirt is slightly damp with sweat from the sauna that had become Price’s room. “Don’t know why you would have wanted to.” 

“Well, you are part of the pack.” You say, the words coming out far too easily. “That should be enough reason.” 

His muscles tense again at your words. You are right. You’re all part of the same pack at the end of the day. He has a responsibility, an expectation as the second alpha, even if you’re not his omega. 

You nuzzle your face against his chest, a cloud of your scent punching him in the face. His mind goes cloudy, his vision blurring for a moment at the intensity of raw, purebred omega assaulting his nose. A quiet sound rumbles through your chest, vibrating into him. 

You’re purring. 

You’re also getting scent drunk. 

He puts his hands on your shoulders, forcing you back away from him before you get completely lost in your head. The last thing he needs is a scent drunk omega clinging to him. That’s not exactly how he wants to spend his day off. 

You blink up at him slowly, the haze beginning clearing from your eyes. There’s a stupid grin on your face, a slight lift of your lips speaking volumes of how content you are. It sends a shiver down his spine, the back of his brain prickling. His alpha wants to let you roll around in his scent, cover yourself in it and let you walk around wearing it like perfume. Those alphas in the mess wouldn’t pass so closely to you if you smelled like him and Price. One alpha is good protection. Two alphas is like a steel wall, keeping out any intruders still stupid enough to try. 

“At least put some pants on before you completely lose it.” He grumbles, forcing the thoughts away. 

He ignores the way your grin turns into a smile, shifting past you to make his way to Price’s room. 

“Ghost?” You say before he gets more than five steps away. 

He freezes on the spot for a second. Your voice has changed. Gone is the soft confidence, even the giddy scent-drunk energy has been sapped from your being. He turns to face you, his brows pulling together as he frowns. You’re afraid. 

“What?” He asks, listening in the quiet hallway for what it is you’ve sensed. You’ve picked up on something, something big enough to have you on edge that quickly. 

“Will you...will you open my door for me?” You shift your weight, almost as if you’re getting ready to take off running. 

A shiver runs down the back of his spine as he glances between you and the door. If he had been an animal, his hackles would have raised in warning. Something’s got you on edge, something’s made you this afraid to even open your door. He knows the severity of entering an omega’s nest unwelcome, invading that sacred space. Something’s happened, something has made you feel unsafe in these barracks, yet you haven’t said a word, acting like nothing’s wrong when very clearly things are not as fine as you’re pretending they are. 

His steps are slow as he approaches, trying not to make too much noise. He had been awake enough last night, he would have known if someone entered the barracks uninvited. Price would have noticed too, would have picked up on it first when he got up. “What is it?” He asks, not wanting to prod too much and have you shut down. 

You shake your head, staring at your closed bedroom door. “Just a feeling.” 

He puts himself between you and the door, slowly wrapping his fingers around the handle. There’s no tension, no push-back as he turns the knob slowly. No one’s set a trap on the other side. He takes a breath before flinging the door open, his eyes scanning the room quickly. It’s dark inside, the stench of fear and omega the only things wafting through the air. There’s no one inside, no one that he can see, no one that he can smell, not even the burn of scent blockers. He relaxes just slightly, turning to face you. The turmoil you had gone through in their absence must have really been that bad if you were reacting so negatively to nothing. 

“Nothing.” He says to ease your fears, even though he can see the relief on your face already. 

You let out a quiet sigh as you look past him into your dark room. He stays quiet, waiting for some sort of explanation as to why you’ve reacted in such a way. Something’s got you wired up, something has you on edge, and he’s suspicious it’s not just the fact you’ve spent the last week here alone. 

“It was hard...while everyone was gone.” You finally say. Your voice is quiet, hesitant. Such a contrast to what it had just been minutes ago. “Made me uneasy, being alone here. Kept thinking I was hearing things.” 

He doesn't quite believe you. He knows that’s at least a part of your sudden change, your regression back into a fearful omega, uncomfortable in your own space, in the space they’ve made for you. It couldn’t have been easy, being in a place that was still relatively unfamiliar to you completely alone and unguarded. You don’t know most of the people outside the walls of the barracks. You don’t know who to trust, who to go to if something did happen. He wouldn’t trust most of them not to do anything, not to try anything with a helpless omega in front of them. There was only so much the doctor could do for you, if you could even get there before someone else found you. 

His alpha rumbles in the back of his mind. They really had just left you here, defenseless and alone. 

Maybe it had been that bad for you. Maybe it did have that much of an effect on you. With how easily you get lost in your brain, he can only imagine the types of things it had come up with in their absence. 

“Thank you.” You say, slipping past him and into your room. 

He stands there for a moment, watching you as you open your closet. You pay him no mind, your body tense, coiled tight as a spring as you look through your clothes. He wants to stay there, see just how far you’d push that boundary. Would you pretend like he’s not there, change your clothes right in the doorway where he could see, where all of them could see? He can imagine the fabric of your shirt lifting, revealing inch after inch of soft skin. What color panties are you wearing today? Johnny had given them a detailed description of the way your ass had looked in the lacy fabric. Are you wearing a pair now? 

Oh how he wants to see that for himself. 

He leaves your doorway, holding his breath as he makes for Price’s room. He’s not going to entertain those thoughts. He can’t. He can’t ruin you like that, infringe upon an already destabilized bond. Omegas are so delicate, so easily disrupted. Highly emotional and fragile, it’s so easy to confuse them, to hurt them even unintentionally. 

He can’t go ruining things after you had just had your entire life turned upside down by their absence. 

Did you miss him? Did you think about him at all, or had your thoughts been all about your missing alpha, and maybe the betas? Had you even noticed his missing presence, invisible in most of your life except for his looming shadow every so often. 

He wanted things that way. Who is he to complain that they haven’t been any different? 

“C’mon.” Johnny pats his shoulder. “Let’s go and get some breakfast. Bring it back here.” 

You must have asked to eat in the solace of the barracks again, just as you had yesterday for both of the meals you’d eaten. He can’t blame you. The mess is overwhelming. Always packed with strangers to you, and most of all it stinks to high heaven. A noxious mix of the scents of alphas and betas. He wouldn’t want to go to such a place in a destabilized mindset either. He doesn’t want to go now, but at least he knows how to shut it off, to clear his head, block out the noise and ignore the pressing stares, the whispers. 

It’s something he’s learned, something he’s been trained in, something he’s honed over the years. It’s not something that can be trained out of an omega, though. Not when your entire existence, your safety, relies on being able to sense the presence and intentions of others. 

***

“What happens when you have to leave again?” 

“You won’t be alone again, that’s for sure.” Price answers your question as they enter the rec room, food in hand. 

Simon doesn’t miss the way you startle, the way you nearly fall off of Kyle’s lap. It’s Kyle’s quick reflexes and his hold on you that keep you still, your scent flaring for a moment in your fear. He can’t help but wonder what you had been talking about, what had you so distracted you hadn’t noticed their return. It’s a stark difference to how you had been last night, jumping at every sound. 

Perhaps it really was their absence affecting you so much. 

“I spoke with Kate this morning.” Price continues on, electing to ignore your strange behavior for now. “We’re going to do everything in our power to avoid having you left alone again. At least one of us will be staying behind with you from now on.” 

It’s not news to any of them, except you. Price had told him on their way to the mess, and by the look on Johnny’s face, he had told them earlier while they were getting dressed for the day. Price wasn’t going to take the risk of leaving you alone again like that, and Simon can’t blame him. If you’re going to react like this, if it’s going to be a crisis every time they leave, they might as well call the experiment a failure now. 

What happens if they do? 

Would they consider it a failure so quickly? Would one bad reaction to a separation leading to Price demanding they leave one man behind every time, barring a world-ending event, be enough for them to write it off as a failure? Simon would call it a failure. Had they been successful in their mission? Yes, as expected, but can they continue to be successful now knowing how their omega will react to their absence? 

What will happen if they do write the initiative off as a failure? 

Legally they can’t do much about Price’s claim on you, but of course, things are blurry with them. Could they force you apart, pull you out of the pack and hope everyone forgets and can continue on being successful? They’d have to be stupid to think something like that would work. If that was the plan should the initiative fail, they should have just never started it in the first place. They shouldn’t have started with them. 

Losing you would be the end of the pack, end of the 141.

They’d crumble, fall apart at the seams. A pack of highly trained, experienced soldiers brought to their knees by a simple omega who just exists in their lives. You don’t do anything, you don’t provide anything other than what an omega typically provides to a pack, and yet, you have them all wrapped around your finger so tightly, they would combust should something happen. 

Maybe that’s the plan all along. 

Pushing limits to see just how much it would take to break them apart. Would adding an omega be the undoing of such an efficient team? Maybe the end goal wasn’t to see if adding an omega would be a success and help with dynamics and balancing the pack. Maybe the end goal was seeing just how far a pack could be pushed before they fell apart. 

Maybe that’s why they sent all four of them so soon. 

Maybe they’ve already been proven right.

You’re not eating because you want to. He doesn't have to look very hard to tell. Your bites are small, the lift of the spoon to your mouth slow. Even the way you’re chewing is different. Normally you eat like Johnny does on a return from a deployment. A man starved and desperate for hot food, even if it’s coming from a cafeteria. You’re picking at your food more than you are eating it, putting on a show to try and convince the two betas you’re squished between that nothing is wrong, trying to avoid the fretting you’ll likely be subjected to should they notice you’re acting differently. 

You’re hiding something. 

His eyes follow you, all of their eyes follow you as you lean forward, wiggling yourself free enough to grab the remote off the coffee table. The silence in the rec room is cut off as some morning talk show pops up on screen. 

“Finally! I couldnae handle the silence much longer.” Johnny exclaims dramatically. 

Simon is surprised he hadn’t reached for the remote first. 

You pass the remote to him, happy to let him scroll through the channels. You lean closer into Kyle as you continue to pick at your food, slowly clearing the food from your tray. It’s not hard to miss the downturn of your lips as you force the food in. If you left anything, it would raise too many concerns, too many questions. They’d become too aware and start asking questions. 

He’s aware. 

He’s noticed. 

But you’re not thinking about him.

Why would you? 

He wants to ask. He wants to corner you and force the truth out. He could. It wouldn’t be hard. You’ve already shown your submission under him many times during training. You’d give in quickly and he can imagine the way the words would come stuttering out with a cascade of tears and pathetic sobs. 

You’d never forgive him, though, for pulling such a stunt, for using his status against you like that. 

He’d never forgive himself for doing that to you.

***

As the days pass, things don’t go back to normal. 

Despite the quick jump back into their routines, and your quick assimilation back into their lives, he knows things haven’t returned to how they were before they left. You’re still just as jumpy, just as distant as you were the day they got back. You’re trying to go back to normal, trying to pretend that everything is alright, yet you’re not doing well at it. At least, not well enough to fool him and Price. 

Price has noticed something’s wrong, but Simon knows he hasn’t approached you, hasn’t said anything. There’s been no confrontation by your alpha, and he’s still tempted to cross that boundary and do it himself. He knows Price is waiting for you to say something, for you to open up and go to him and confess whatever it is that’s been bugging you, that has you so tense and on edge. He’s tempted to go to Price and tell him you’ll never say anything. You’re going to pretend like everything is fine until they forget. Price will have to confront you in order to get anything out of you, and Simon is losing his mind waiting for it to happen. 

You’re putting everyone on edge, despite their best attempts to hide it, to cling to the quickly unraveling shreds of normalcy, of how things were. You take every chance to spend the least amount of time in the barracks, going to as many of their drills and training sessions as Price will allow. You’ve made a new home in the rec room, spending all your time there instead of in your room as you used to do. Even at night you avoid your space as much as you can, cycling between Johnny, Kyle, and Price. 

Your sleeping habits aren’t entirely unusual. He’d almost be more worried if you buried yourself in your room and avoided them entirely. That would raise too many questions, though, and they would notice. 

There’s still an imbalance, despite your attempts to make it seem like there isn’t. He lays awake the first night you slip into Johnny’s room with him, waiting for the telltale thump of the bed against the wall, the pathetic attempts at being quiet, the inevitable groans and moans of pleasure. 

He waits for it every night, yet there’s nothing but silence, and the occasional snore. He would have expected in your attempts for things to go back to normal, for you to seek out sex again, fall into bed with each of them and distract them with kisses and your bare tits. He had even expected for you to jump right back into Price’s arms, let him show you how much he missed you, yet there’s been no nightly noises for him to try and drown out. 

It’s not entirely your doing. Price has been twitchy too, likely feeding off of your energy. Simon has seen the way his hands twitch when Johnny gets too rambunctious, the way he hesitates in even the slightest brush of his hands. None of them quite know what to do with you, none of them quite know how to adjust to this new change in dynamic. Simon even finds himself more on edge than normal, a quiet rumbling echoing in his chest when he’s next to you in the mess and an alpha corporal passes too close to you. He can’t help it when his hand finds your back, guiding you through the crowd to the line and then to the table. 

He can’t help but like how warm you feel beneath your shirt, his hand itching to slip beneath and see if your skin really is as soft as it looks, as soft as Johnny says it is. 

Would you stop him? Or would you lean into him, let his hands roam your skin, feel for himself how soft and pliable you really are. Would you stop him if he tasted you, letting his tongue trace the beads of sweat that drip down your neck during training? What if he wanted to follow that bead of sweat all the way down your body? 

He wants to devour you, sink his teeth into you and shake like a dog. He wants to wrap his arms around you and squeeze until you sink into his skin. He wants to wrap around you like a snake, coil himself around your body until there’s nothing left to see, until he’s consumed you completely. 

The thoughts scare him. They make his hands shake, a nervous sweat breaking out across his back. He’d never hurt you, not intentionally. No matter how badly his instincts are screaming for him to chase you through the trees, hunt you down and pin you on the ground and rut into you until you’re begging for mercy. He’d never forgive himself for hurting you. He still hasn’t. He had acted purely based on emotions, and even though he knew you weren't alone, how were you supposed to know? To you, it had appeared as if he’d left you, deserted you in such a vulnerable place. He’d sent you into distress, put your life in danger, which was only further proof that he’s not capable of caring for an omega in the way they deserve to be. 

He’s not capable of caring for you. 

He runs a hand over his face, a sigh leaving his lips. It’s one of those rare afternoons where they don’t have much to do, where they can take time for themselves and do some R&R. For Simon that means doing a lot of thinking, a lot of ruminating and remembering. It’s one of those times he lets his thoughts run wild, he allows himself the chance to sink into his memories and let his mind torture him in whatever way it sees fit. 

Right now, that’s with thoughts of you.

Your door is closed, meaning you’re likely in the rec room again. He wonders what you’re doing. Reading again? What is it you’ve chosen this time? Price keeps ordering new books for you, as you’ve burned through most of the books already in the rec room. A sugar daddy, you’d jokingly called him weeks ago when they’d made that trip into town to pick up last minute things for your heat. He knows that’s just the way alphas are, the need to provide and protect is strong, and in this modern world, that means buying things for their omegas beyond just what they need. 

Omegas can’t make money, so what else can they do but ask those who can? It’s not like they don’t have money. Living on base allows them to save almost everything they make. With their pooled resources, money is hardly a concern. Even if it was, he knows a quick call to Laswell would solve those issues. You’ll never want for anything, they’ll make sure of that. 

His pack would give you the world if they could. The world, and those damn lacy panties Johnny won’t shut up about. 

He keeps talking about going and getting you more, and of course Simon is going to be forced to tag along. The last thing he wants to do is walk into a lingerie store. The mental images might be the death of him. 

It’s hard enough thinking about your ass draped in lace, the way the fabric would darken as your slick seeps through it. The way it would stick to you, revealing the outline of your folds underneath. 

He pinches his eyes closed, exhaling shakily. He can feel that warm stirring in his stomach again, the gut-wrenching twisting of desire and lust deep in his core. He breathes deeply, trying to push it away, trying to keep those thoughts hidden away, trying to suppress them deeper into his mind where they can't escape. 

There's a prickling feeling beginning at the base of his skull again. Something’s off, something’s wrong. He listens to the quiet shuffling movements of the other members of his pack in the barracks. There's nothing amiss that he can tell. No intruder, no threat to the safety of his pack. Maybe he's just worked up. Maybe he does need a vacation, a break from everything. He's too on edge himself, too paranoid and he doesn't even know why. 

Until a shrill scream cuts through the silence of the barracks. 

NEXT ->

He had been expecting the knock. It wakes him immediately, almost before it stops. His mind is aware instantly, senses heightened and focused on the room around him.

It's late, just past midnight. He hadn't been asleep long, a couple hours at most. He pushes himself up to sit running a hand over his face. 

It's time. 

He knows even before he opens the door, coming face to face with Kyle. He can smell it on the younger beta, the hint of sweet omega scent coming off his clothes. 

“She's ready.” Kyle says, stepping back out of the doorway. 

John lets out a breath before stepping from the room, closing his door behind him. He doesn't say anything, he doesn't have to. Kyle gives him a nod of understanding before he slips into the room, blinking as the scent slams into him like a truck. 

It's almost overpowering, rushing to his head and his cock instantly. Sweet, sweet, tantalizing omega, the overwhelming scent of arousal and lust in the air. His eyes dilate as he stares at you, humping the bed like a needy pup, desperate for something only he can give you. 

“Look at you.” He says, voice thick with his own arousal, his instincts driven wild by the scent of omega in heat. 

Mate mate mate mate

His alpha screams it over and over as he approaches the bed, watching the way your hips move against the mattress. Fucking beautiful, the way you move. Your skin is slick with sweat and he can see the shine of your juices between your thighs. He wants to bite the curve of your ass, sink his teeth in until you bleed for him. He wants to bite you all over, leave marks across your skin showing everyone who dares to look who you belong to. 

Soon, he tries to appease his alpha clawing at the back of his mind to be let out, to take control. 

To take the needy omega so desperate for him. 

“Needy little thing.” He says, setting his phone on the nightstand before pulling off his shirt. 

He feels warm, the heat blooming beneath his skin probably nothing compared to the fire burning beneath yours. He can see the agony you have to be in, in the way your hips drag against the mattress, the shine of slick on your thighs. The way your eyes trail over his body like a starving animal. 

He reaches out to touch you, placing a hand on your back. Your skin is burning, so much so he’s almost shocked there’s no steam coming off of you. He drags his fingers along your spine, skin still soft despite the sweat slicking it. You arch into his touch, curving your back beautifully as he trails his fingers lower and lower. He wishes he could take a picture, capture you in this moment, seal it away forever only to be seen by his eyes. 

Your ass lifts from the bed, your movements pausing so you can press into his hand, a smile tugging at his lips. He fights the urge to give it a squeeze before he dips lower, tugging your thighs apart. A wave of sweet omega scent washes over him, blood rushing south so fast it almost leaves him dizzy. He groans, hands leaving you to slip under the hem of his sweatpants. They’re too tight, the offending material doing nothing to help ease the ache beginning between his own legs. 

“Let me see you.” He growls, his alpha clawing harder at the back of his mind. He’d jump on you now, but he wants to take his time, be patient. Savor this moment. 

You’re distracted, he can tell immediately as he slides his sweatpants off. You’re practically drooling as you stare at him, eyes glued to his cock. He’s hard and throbbing, the need strong within him. Normally he’d find your distraction and awe adorable, but he’s beginning to grow desperate, wanting to at least get a taste before his alpha takes over and devours what’s his. 

His palm stings as it meets the skin of your bare ass, the sound cracking through the room. You let out a gasp, your body jolting as you’re pulled back into reality. 

“I said, present for your alpha.” He says, his voice rumbling with his inner alpha as it begins to slip out, as the careful control he has over it begins to wane, driven by the scent of omega in heat. 

You let out a whimper that makes his cock throb, scrambling up onto your hands and knees like a good omega. He moves onto the bed behind you, putting himself face to face with your glistening pussy. It’s puffy and swollen, dripping with need. He licks his lips, wanting to press forward and bury himself in your folds until he drowns in your slick, but he keeps the reins tight on what little control he still has over his body. 

“Good girl.” He rumbles in praise, his alpha preening at your pleased whine. 

He reaches out, smoothing his hands over the curve of your ass, the skin on one cheek still warm from where his hand made contact. You probably can’t feel much of anything right now, and for that he’s grateful. The last thing he wants to do is hurt you, but it’s hard with his alpha chomping at the bit to take over and lose himself in you. 

He parts your pussy with his thumbs, slick dribbling from you as he stares at you. He lets out a groan, dragging his thumb along your slit, gathering slick on his finger. “So fucking slick for me.” 

“For you alpha!” You gasp, the words only fueling the need within him. 

A low rumble vibrates in his chest as he drags his thumb through your folds again, pausing over your clit. Your gaps breaks into a whimper as he presses against the sensitive bud, your top half relaxing down onto the bed as you start to move your hips against his hand. He holds still, watching you as you take your pleasure from him, working yourself up from just a finger on your clit. He’s tempted to stay there, see if you can cum with just that. You probably could, with the desire that has to be burning through you, but it won’t be enough. You’ll be just as needy on the other side of that orgasm. 

“Please! Please!” You beg, voice breathy and whiny. 

It’s like music to his ears as he watches your legs begin to tremble, more and more slick gushing from your pussy. He wants to lean in and taste it, taste you and your slick. He already knows what you taste like outside of your heat, having devoured your pussy before, but he wants to taste you like this, at the height of your desire. 

“Eager little thing.” He says, leaning in closer to your folds. Your scent intensifies the closer he gets, drool almost slipping from his lips. He’ll never think of the scent of strawberries the same after this. 

The moan you let out as his tongue finally drags through your folds is downright salacious. He nearly lets out one of his own as he finally gets a taste of your sweet slick. His tongue goes for your opening, knowing he can’t make you cum like this, but he’s desperate for a taste of your sweet nectar straight from the source. He closes his mouth around your pussy, slurping at your slick as his tongue prods at your entrance, slipping into your quivering walls. 

You give a violent shake as he applies more pressure to your clit, drawing tight circles around it in the way he knows you like. He groans against your pussy, eyes almost rolling as his alpha slips through more and more, drawn out by the scent and taste of you on his tongue. He can hear it in the back of his mind, a steady thought pulsing in time with his cock. 

Mate. Mate. Mate. 

Your body jerks as your orgasm hits you suddenly, legs nearly giving out if it weren’t for his hands steadying you. Your pussy flutters around his tongue, slick spilling around his mouth, soaking his face and wetting his beard. He doesn’t stop as your orgasm rocks through you, too lost in the taste of you and the sounds you're making to care. There’s no clarity, no moment where you return to your head with this one. It’s not what you need. He knows that, and you know that as you desperately grind against his face, practically trembling as he builds up another orgasm. He could wring 20 of them out of you right now and it still wouldn’t be enough, it still wouldn’t satiate the need burning through your body. 

“Alpha!” You whine, pressing back against his face. 

He growls, earning a desperate whimper in response. You’re so needy, so desperate for what he can give you, what your omega needs. He pulls away from your pussy, licking your juices and slick from his lips. It’s coated his face, but he doesn’t care, savoring the taste of you on his tongue one last time. 

Your body offers no resistance as he sinks two of his fingers into you, your walls clamping tightly around the digits as if they might be the thing that will give you relief. He can’t help the groan that escapes as you squeeze around him, imagining how you’re going to feel around his cock. So warm and wet and tight. His cock throbs almost painfully, an orgasm threatening to wash over him at just the thought of being inside you like this. He won’t let it happen, though. He won’t let himself cum untouched like some needy pup, some inexperienced alpha getting a taste of a slick omega pussy for the first time. 

You deserve better than that. 

“Please, alpha!” You whine, bucking against his fingers as he continues to pump them into you. “Hurts.”

He shushes your needy whines, the wet squelch of your pussy loud in the room as he fucks you with his fingers. The sounds become even more obscene as you cum around his fingers, slick dribbling onto the sheets below. It’s still not enough, your body rocking back onto his fingers in search of what you need. He holds his hand still as he watches you move, as he watches you fuck yourself on his fingers. He should take pity on you, slide his cock into your waiting pussy and fuck you until you’re spread open around his knot. He can imagine it, the way your pussy will look bulging with his knot. 

He lets out a groan, tugging his fingers from inside you. He curses as he watches your pussy pulse with the aftershocks of your orgasm, like it’s trying to pull his cock in. He drags his fingers through your folds, spreading slick and your release across the flushed skin. 

“Tell me what you need.” He says, voice raspy as his alpha takes over, ready for what’s going to happen next. 

Sweet, sweet relief. 

“Need your knot, alpha.” You say, the prettiest whine lacing your voice as you push your hips back, seeking out his cock. “Please.” 

A pleased rumble leaves his lips at your politeness, even in this state. He lines himself up behind you, his hands smoothing over your hips. Your skin is slick and damp with sweat, shining in the light of your lamp. He wants to take a picture of you like this too, shining and slick and ready for him. Poised right at the perfect moment, ready for him to do his job and take care of you like a good alpha. 

One of his hands holds your hips, holding you still as the other wraps around the base of his cock. He lets out a quiet sigh at his own touch, finally giving his cock some attention. He drags his tip through your folds, gathering your slick on his head before he presses against your entrance, your body opening for him eagerly as he slips into you easily. There’s no resistance this time, aided by your slick as he sinks deeper and deeper into you until he can’t go any further. You shudder beneath him, sighing in relief as you finally get what you’ve been craving. 

His hands close tight around your hips, holding you steady as he begins to move, rocking his hips into you. His gaze is where your bodies meet, watching his cock slide in and out of your body. He shifts his position until his legs are outside yours, sinking even deeper into you until his hips press flush against your ass. He wants to reach down, he wants to feel the bulge of him inside of you, but he doesn’t. He’ll save that for later. 

Right now, he just needs to fuck you and pump you full of his seed. 

You brace against the bed as he picks up speed, your instincts taking over as you rock back to meet his thrusts. The sound of skin slapping skin is lewd, but neither of you care as he fucks you, his thrusts sharp and angled to hit that spot inside of you. He needs you to cum again, at least one more for him before he can cum, before he can give you his knot. 

His hands tighten around your hips. You’ll wear his handprints there for a few days afterwards. You’ll be sore and aching, but so will he. He’s going to take good care of you, giving you what you need, what your body craves. He’ll fill you up and make you fat with his pups. 

And you’ll take it all like a good omega. 

Another orgasm rips through you, making him stutter. You’re a vice around him as your pussy flutters, trying to squeeze his own orgasm from him. He won’t give it to you, not yet. He’s not done, nowhere near done for this first time. He holds you up as your legs give out, body going boneless as pleasure continues to wash through you. He pushes back against the instincts, against the desire, against his knot threatening to swell at the base of his cock. 

He’s not ready. Not yet. 

Sweat coats his skin, sliding down his face and neck at the effort as he continues to fuck you, his movements fast and sharp still. You turn your head to look at him, face pressed into the sheets. Your face is slick with sweat and drool, pupils wide as you moan, body rocking with every slam of his hips against your ass. He wants to commit this to memory too, the look of you so entirely wrecked by him. 

He hasn’t even given you his knot yet.

His eyes zero in on your neck as you shift, a buzz beginning beneath his skin. He can feel it, the desire, the urge to sink his teeth into you and claim you as his. He wants to mark you, not just with his knot. He wants to show the world that you’re his, that you belong to him and his pack. You’re his omega. His. He’s going to prove that to everyone. 

He needs you to turn, to bare your throat to him, to show the ultimate sign of submission. Prove your trust in him, prove your loyalty to him and his pack. There’s no going back, there’s no changing your mind after this. He needs you to give in, to give him what he wants before he’ll give you what you want. 

“C’mon.” He growls, wrapping his hand around the back of your neck. Not tight enough to hurt you, but just enough to convey what he wants from you. “Give it to me.” 

You let out a whine of submission, pushing yourself onto shaky, unsteady arms. He pushes your braids to the side as he leans down, your head tilting for him, bearing your neck to him. The primal urge to sink his teeth into you burns beneath his skin, almost as hot as your heat burns through you. You’re so warm underneath him, skin sticking together as he flattens himself against your back. He doesn't stop his movements, snapping his hips into yours as both of you get close to what you need. His cock is swelling uncontrollably, pleasure numbing his brain as he catches on your entrance. So close. So close to what he wants. 

“Please.” You whimper, arching against him, tilting your head even further as his lips drag along your shoulder, tasting your salty skin. “Please alpha. Wanna be yours.”

He drags his teeth across your skin, body practically vibrating as you ask him for it, you give your permission for him to take you. He nearly cums from the thought as he presses his face into your neck, taking a deep inhale of your scent. His eyes flutter as he groans, a growl rumbling in his chest. 

“My good omega.” He praises you. 

You are his good omega. You haven’t done anything to prove otherwise. Since the first day he met you, you’ve been the perfect omega. His pack is happy with you, his boys are happy with you. He can see it, the love beginning to form for you, the desire they feel. They want you, just as he does. 

“My good girl.” He nips at the skin of your neck right next to your scent gland at the junction of your neck and shoulder. “Gonna take my knot like a good omega? Let me fill you up with pups as I make you mine?” 

You let out a high pitched whine at his words, trying to press your neck closer to his mouth. He lets out a content rumble. You want  it. You want him to do it, to claim you. “Please, alpha!” You beg desperately. “Please! Wanna be a good omega.” 

The sound of your pleas rush straight between his legs, his alpha purring contently in his brain. His mouth almost aches with the need to sink his teeth into you, his cock throbbing painfully. He slips an arm under your body to hold you up as he curses under his breath, giving into the instinct, into his own need. Your pussy flutters around him as he presses his knot into you, pushing in until you’re filled. He swells just slightly more to lock you into place, your walls squeezing around him as you cum from his knot. 

A pleased growl rumbles through him, his mind going fuzzy as he sinks his teeth into your skin, the coppery tang of blood hitting his tongue as he breaks through. You let out a high-pitched cry, letting the world know what’s just happened as he claims you, marking you as his. 

Your body writhes as another orgasm hits you suddenly, his arm tightening around you to keep you still as you pull on his knot. He growls into your neck as he finally comes undone, releasing into you and filling you with his seed. Your arms have given out, his hold on you the only thing keeping you upright as he pulls his teeth from your skin, gently licking over the wound he’s left behind. 

Little whimpers leave your lips as he continues to rock his hips into you, riding out his orgasm. He shushes you, gently lowering your body until you’re flat against the bed, his own body following so he doesn’t tug on the knot accidentally. 

“Easy, that’s my good girl.” He praises you, pressing gentle kisses against your skin. His voice is rough with his alpha as his brain continues to go fuzzy, all awareness leaving him as he continues to sink deeper and deeper into his rut. “My good omega. Take my knot so well.” 

He can tell you’re fading, your body going limp as the sensations become too much, a small smile lifting your lips as you bask in his praise. It’s only the beginning, a short reprieve before it starts again. He gently eases both of you onto your sides, wrapping his arms tightly around you as you sleep. He’s awake and aware, his alpha taking over to guard you from any threats that might attempt to take you from him. He’s not letting you go. 

You’re his, now and forever. 

If there’s one thing John MacTavish prides himself on, it’s his control. He didn’t become a sniper or a demolitions expert, or get hand selected to be part of a specialized task force without it. Sure, he gets needy and excited, but control is always something he’s kept. 

Until the omega arrived. 

He hadn’t expected you to drive him as insane as you have. You’ve driven them all insane. He’s felt it in their workouts and their training, pushing themselves harder to work off the tension that’s built as the weeks have passed. They’ve all been chomping at the bit. Even Simon has begun to feel it. He’s left Johnny walking tenderly more than once in the recent weeks. 

With your arrival came a new test to their dynamic, to their strength, to their control. It’s been a struggle for all of them, adapting to this new temptation, this new desire that’s changed their entire pack. They’d all like to ravish you, even if some won’t admit it. 

The true test to his control comes when you decide you’re ready to dance the horizontal tango with him for the first time. You approach him in the rec room, standing there nervously as you stare down at him. He knows what’s coming. He doesn’t have to be a genius to see it. It’s finally going to happen. Finally he can get some sweet relief to the lust that’s been plaguing him since your first time with his captain. 

“Ye look nervous. Are ye nervous?” He asks, reading your body language like a book as he holds a hand out to you. 

You take it, letting him ease you down onto his lap. “I mean, this is a big step...” You say, wrapping your arms around his neck. 

You’re so light, so easily pliable as he shifts you in his hold. The few times he’s manhandled Simon, it’s always been a fight, a struggle against the larger man. You move so fluidly, even dead weight you’d hardly be a struggle to maneuver. 

“Ye don’t have tae do this, if ye don’ want to.” He says, getting lost in your eyes. He can see the nervousness, the hesitation in them. The last thing he wants is for you to think you have to do this. He may be a whiny bastard sometimes, but he’d never force you into it. That would defeat the purpose. 

“It’s not that...” You say, shifting in his lap. He bites back a groan, trying to keep himself from getting hard as your plush ass drags across his lap. “It’s more...there’s no going back after this.” 

Ah, so that’s the hesitation. You’re worried he feels like he has to do this, that he might come to regret it later. There’s few things in life he regrets, and this certainly wouldn’t be one of those. 

He tightens his arms around you, pulling you closer to his chest. You’re so soft, so different than what he’s used to. It’s been a long while since he had a barrack bunny. He hasn’t needed one since the formation of this pack. He has Simon, and now you. “If I didnae want it, I wouldnae offer.” He says. “Yer a fucking stunnin’ omega, kitten. Would be crazy not tae want ye.” 

He can see the bashfulness in your face at his words, the way your eyes drop from his, unable to hold the intensity of his stare in your sheepish state. Despite your shy demeanor, your fingers still trail his face, tracing the line of his jaw. He tilts his head slightly as your fingers graze his chin, tickling his skin as you trace the scar from his near miss with some shrapnel. His tongue darts out, wetting his lips in anticipation as your fingers trace higher and higher. 

“Just...go easy on me? At least this first time?” You say, finally reaching his lips with your fingertips. 

“‘Course, kitten.” He says, pressing a kiss to your fingertips. “Wouldnae want to scare ye away.” 

His lips twitch into a grin as your eyes widen, catching the double meaning of his words. He and Simon were meant for each other, if only in that they’re a couple of kinky bastards. He wouldn’t push you that far this first time, though his mind begins to run rampant with the ideas of just how he can push you, test your limits, help you learn new things you’ve likely never even thought of. 

The sweetness of your scent spikes, causing his cock to twitch in his pants. Excitement begins to boil in his belly at the thought of your arousal, finally getting to see and touch and taste you like he’s been imagining for weeks now. His hand lifts, gently cupping your chin so you’re looking at him again. You’re so fucking beautiful, he can hardly stand it. 

He closes the distance between the two of you, pressing his lips to yours. He can’t help but think back to the first kiss the two of you shared, when you told him it was your first kiss. He’d nearly sprouted wings and ascended straight to heaven when you revealed you trusted him that much to allow him that honor. Though you had rightfully given your alpha the honor of your first time, he’s still honored you’ve chosen him to be second. 

“Don’ worry.” He murmurs against your lips. “Take good care of ye.” It’s a promise he’s determined to keep. 

You hum in response against his lips, tasting just as sweet as you smell as he slips his tongue into your mouth. His hand tightens around your waist, holding you steady as you begin to lose yourself in him. His hand slides down your neck to rest at the base of your throat, your heart racing in your chest as he kisses you. He can feel the edge of your mating mark with his thumb, the pressure against the freshly healed wound making you shudder in his arms. 

You shift against him, dragging your ass across the very prominent bulge in his pants. He’s given up trying to control it, your acquiescence the only permission he needed to let his cock be free and show his arousal. He moans quietly at the shift in pressure, the friction against his erection. 

“Fucking christ, take ye right here on this couch, if I’m not careful.” He groans, nipping at your bottom lip. 

“Then best take me to bed, Sergeant.” You say, pulling back slightly to give him what is possible the most adorable attempt at being sexy he’s ever seen. 

It works. 

He groans deeply, the sound of his rank coming from your lips nearly drives him insane, his cock twitching in his pants. He breathes out a curse that would have his granny rolling in her grave as he stands, tossing you over his shoulder. You let out a shriek in surprise at the sudden movement before you break out in giggles as he packs you down the hall to his room. 

He closes the door behind you after setting you on your feet, watching as you look around his room. It’s your first time inside his private space, even though he’s invaded yours a number of times already.

“You draw?” You ask, studying the rough sketches and quick paintings on his wall. It’s not his finest work, most of those pieces were hanging elsewhere in the barracks. 

“Aye, in my free time.” He says, stepping up behind you. He doesn’t think you knew that about him before. He’s never brought it up, and he’s not sure it’s come up in conversation either. 

“I didn't know that.” A small smile tugs at your lips as you stare at his artwork. “They're beautiful.”  

“Thank ye, kitten.” He wraps his arms around you from behind, pulling you back against his chest. You’re so small in his arms, tucked in his grasp. He feels that protective urge settling. You’re safe here, protected from the rest of the world. “Not quite as beautiful as you.” He says, staring down at you as you tilt your head back to look up at him. 

“You're such a charmer.” You say, getting bashful again. 

“Try my best.” He grins, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “Promise I'll show ye my drawings later.”

You turn in his arms, wrapping your own around his neck. “I know. You're desperate.”

“Been waitin’ weeks for this, kitten.” He groans, pulling your body closer so he can grind his cock against you. 

He leans down, closing the gap between you as he kisses you again. He’ll never grow tired of your lips, of kissing you. You take him by surprise as you jump, his arms just managing to catch you as he stumbles half a step back. He grips your thighs as your legs wrap around his waist, putting you face to face with him. 

“Christ.” He groans against your lips, walking forward until he reaches his bed.

He drops you on your back, watching the way your tits move as you bounce on the mattress. He kneels over you, staring down at you like you’re a five course meal and he’s a starving man. He is starving. He’s been waiting so long for this, and finally it’s happening. 

Your scent continues to sweeten with your arousal, the beta in the back of his mind practically preening with the thought that he’s doing that to you. You’re responding in that way to him. 

He can’t wait anymore. He’s held off long enough. Now that you’re laid out in front of him on a silver platter, he’d be rude not to indulge. 

He makes quick work of your shirt, tugging it up over your head. He groans deeply, fighting the twitching of his cock as he realizes you’re not wearing a bra. He won’t prove Simon right. He won’t cum at the sight of your tits, even though he could. 

He doesn’t hesitate, breathing out a curse as he reaches for your breasts, his hands closing around them. They’re soft and warm, a quiet gasp leaving your lips as he gently squeezes the soft flesh in his hands. It’s not enough to touch, though. 

He needs to taste. 

He leans down, taking one of your nipples in his mouth. He groans quietly at the taste of your skin, suckling at your nipple until it’s hard in his mouth. You let out a sweet little gasp as he works the sensitive skin, swirling his tongue around the bud and suckling at it. You’re so responsive to him, your back arching as he works you up, goosebumps forming on your skin as the cool air in the room washes over his saliva on your skin. 

He moves to the other breast, giving it the same attention as he gave the other one. He can smell your heightened arousal in the air, and can only imagine the state of your panties, if you’ve even bothered to wear any. You wrap your arms around his neck, dragging your fingernails across the back of his neck. A shiver runs down his spine at the sensation, his brain tingling as you tease the sensitive area. He can’t stop his hips from grinding against your thigh. He’s desperately clinging to any sort of resolve, any ounce of restraint he can find to keep himself from cumming in his pants already. 

“Fuck,” He gasps, releasing your nipple to stare up at you.

Like a little mix, you repeat the motion, dragging your nails across the back of his neck. His hips buck against your thigh, his eyes nearly rolling to the back of his head as you tease him. He nearly comes undone as you push against him with your thigh, a sharp whine escaping his lips. The things Simon would say if he were here. 

He’s not going to entertain those thoughts. Not yet. 

“Fuck,” He curses again, forcing himself away from you and up onto his knees. “Tonight is about you, kitten.” He says, trying to redirect himself and take his mind off the pulsing boner in his pants. 

He nearly loses control again as he slips his fingers under the waistband of your pants, feeling lace beneath. He quickly tugs your pants down your legs, tossing them onto the floor behind him. His teeth sink into his lip as he stares down at your panties. You’re wearing one of the pairs he got you on your trip to town before your first time. He had hoped you’d remember, he had hoped he’d get to see you in a pair. He’d bought you several for that reason. 

His cock pulses in time with his heart as he drags his fingers over the lace, your thighs slowly parting as he dips his fingers lower. He looks to you for permission as he pauses, wanting to make sure you haven’t changed your mind. As much as it would pain him, he would stop if you decided this was as far as you wanted to go. 

To his relief you give him a nod, giving him permission to go further. He slips his fingers between your thighs, trailing the obvious wet spot on the lacy fabric. It’s soaked through, a quiet groan leaving his lips at the knowledge he did that. You’re this wet because of him. He stares into your eyes, wanting to memorize the look on your face as he works you up. He wants to know what you look like all needy and desperate, what you look like lost in your pleasure, what you look like all fucked out and cock dumb. 

He wants to draw you in every state, paint your pleasure onto a canvas so he can hang it proudly and show the world exactly what he’s done. 

“Look at ye, needy little thing.” He groans as you buck against his hand. He finally moves his fingers, his thumb dragging up your slit until he finds your clit, slowly circling it through the fabric. “Barely touched ye an’ yer cunt’s already soakin’ yer skids. Fucking sweet little thing, so needy for me, aren’t ye?” 

You push yourself up onto your elbows, staring down at him. “Are you going to sit there and run your mouth all night, or are you going to fuck me?” 

He grins wickedly at you and your smart mouth. He’s seen glimpses of it, how quick witted and sharp you can be when you want to. “I’m just gettin’ started, kitten.” 

It’s a promise. 

He leans down, pressing a kiss to the inside of your knee before trailing kisses up your inner thigh. He continues to stroke you through your panties, applying more and more pressure as he gets closer and closer to your center. He whispers out a curse as he shoves your panties to the side, revealing your glistening folds in all their glory to him. He leans forward, warm breath fanning your slit before he closes his mouth around you. 

His eyes nearly roll back, his hips pushing into the mattress under him as he gets his first taste of you. Like precious rainfall after a drought, his thirst has been quenched by the holy water from heaven as he drags his tongue through your folds. You let out the most delicious moans as he narrows in on your clit, circling it with his tongue before closing his lips around it. Your legs jerk around his head in response, your back arching off the bed beautifully. 

“Fuck, Johnny!” You gasp, legs trying to close around his head, but he holds your inner thighs, keeping them spread. 

He continues to tease you, alternating between sucking at your clit and swirling his tongue around it. He senses the subtle shift in your scent, the tang of jealousy coming through. You can tell he’s done this before, that he’s experienced in this realm. It’s his favorite pastime, burying his face between the thighs of some barrack bunny, making her legs shake around his head until she forgets everything, even his name. 

Now he has you to elicit that kind of response from. 

“Gonna cum!” You whine, hips bucking desperately against his face. 

“Yeah? Gonna make a mess all over my face?” He groans, lapping at your juicy pussy. 

You curse, your back arching again as he continues, pushing you closer and closer to your orgasm. Your hands tug at his sheets, thighs pushing against his hands as they attempt to close around his head. 

“That’s it.” He groans against your clit, dragging his teeth over the sensitive bud. “Be a good omega for me.” 

You release with a cry, flooding his face and chin with your juices. He doesn’t let up, lapping at your pussy as he licks up your sweet juices. You’re shaking, trembling from the overstimulation, but he can’t get enough. He can’t stop now. 

“I-I can’t.” You gasp as he sucks at your clit again, trying to ring a second orgasm out of you. 

He’s shocked by your next move. He’s not expecting it, the action taking him by surprise. You sink your fingers into his mohawk, tugging at the short strands. He groans in response, cursing his sensitive scalp as you pull his face from your pussy. He moves with you, letting you guide him away from your center, his face glistening with your release. His tongue darts out, licking at the juices on his skin, desperate for one last taste. 

He follows as you tug upwards, drawing him away from your pussy. He crawls up your body until you’re almost face to face, your fingers still tangled in his hair. He stares down at you, your lips parted as you pant, slightly breathless from your orgasm. You look beautiful and blissed out, but there’s a sharpness behind your gaze as you stare at him. 

His little omega has some claws.

“I said that’s enough.” You gasp, your words firm and stern with authority. 

It goes straight to his head, and his cock, as he practically melts in your hold. “Yes ma’am.” He whines, the muscles in his arms flexing as he sinks his own fingers into the sheets around you. 

He can see how much it’s driving you wild, taking control over him. He hands it over so easily, gladly letting you take charge. 

“Take your clothes off.” You command, releasing his mohawk. 

He sits back on his heels, tugging his shirt over his head. He fights the urge to smirk as you ogle him, eyes raking over his skin as he reveals himself to you. He doesn't have to ask. He can smell it in the air, how much you’re liking what you’re seeing. He slips his hands down his chest until he reaches his pants, undoing the button and zipper before he tugs him down with his boxers. 

He breathes a quiet sigh of relief as his cock is finally free, standing at attention as he kicks his pants off the end of the bed. You reach for him again and he lets you guide him back up to your face. You kiss him, groaning quietly as you lick into his mouth, tasting yourself on his tongue. He moves with you as you guide him onto his back, his hands immediately going for your hips, but you stop him. He stares up at you in curiosity as you smirk at him before you turn, facing away from him. You trap his hands against the bed with your knees, a position that feels very familiar to him. 

“Simon show ye that one?” He asks, flexing his hands under your knees. He could easily slip out of this hold, but he doesn’t want to. 

“Uh huh.” You say, wrapping your hand around his cock. 

He has a perfect view of your ass in this position, still bedecked in your lacy panties. He imagines you sitting on top of Simon, his hands pinned to the mat. How Simon has kept his head this long, being this close to you, he’ll never know. Simon is a far stronger man in this regard than he ever will be. 

“Hells bells, what are you two gettin’ into during trainin’?” He groans, imaging you in a different position with his alpha. 

“He’s just teaching me how to defend myself.” You say, slowly pumping his cock. “I’m finding there’s not much of a difference between fucking and fighting.” 

He lets out another groan from the mental images flashing through his head, paired with the feel of your hand stroking his cock. He keeps his eyes locked on your ass, the damp spot on your lacy panties, the feel of your wet folds against his skin. Anything to keep from embarrassing himself and cumming just like this. 

He nearly loses it as you squeeze gently around him, a choked groan spilling from his lips. He nearly pulls his hands from beneath you to move you away from his cock, but he keeps his place, staying still under you. 

“Fuck, I cannae last much longer.” He gasps desperately, his length twitching.

He lets out a pained whine as you lean down, dragging your tongue across his head. His hips buck, cock twitching again in your hand. One more lick and he might cum on the spot, but that’s not what he wants. 

“Please, kitten, let me cum inside ye.” He begs, pulling his hands free from underneath you so he can grip your hips. 

You pull away from his cock, sitting up on his stomach. He’s panting, his fingers digging into the skin of your hips, probably too roughly, but you offer no complaint. He needs something to help him keep his composure. 

He lets you turn yourself around, his eyes hooded and pupils blown as he stares up at you. Sweat has begun to bead on his forehead from the strain of holding himself back. He’s desperate and needy for you, a direction he hadn’t expected tonight to go. 

He’s not complaining, though. 

You push yourself backwards until you’re hovering over his cock, thighs spread over his hips. He watches with parted lips as you tug your panties to the side with one hand, the other closing around his cock again. You let out a salacious groan as you sink down onto him, your hand pressing against his stomach to brace yourself. 

He nearly sees stars as you sink down onto him, so tight and wet and warm around him. He grips your hips again, squeezing to hold on for dear life as you take him deeper and deeper into your tight heat. 

“Fuck,” You breathe, pressing your hands against his stomach as you sink completely onto him, your hips flush with his. 

“So fucking tight and warm,” He groans, his grip near bruising around your hips. “Fucking feel fantastic, kitten.” 

He can’t do anything but hold on for dear life as you begin to move, rocking your hips. Your hands press into his stomach for leverage as you move, his hands on your hips helping guide you as you take your pleasure from him. You begin to lose yourself, the sweetest whines and whimpers spilling from your lips as you fuck yourself on his cock. He groans quietly as your thighs squeeze around his hips, eyes painting this moment into his memory. You look beautiful like this, lost in your pleasure as you use him. 

He knows you won’t last long, though. He’ll have to work on building that stamina with you. Your thighs are shaking already, your movements starting to get sloppy. He continues to guide your hips, taking over as you start to fatigue. Sweat beads on your skin from the effort, but you don’t stop, continuing to push through in search of pleasure. You’re getting close again, he can tell by the way you’re clenching around him, but he knows you won’t be able to cum from this position. Not with how tired you are already. 

He pushes himself up to sit as your movements slow, easing you down onto your back on the bed. He slots himself between your thighs, folding his body over yours as he begins to move, taking over. He sets his own pace, faster than yours had been as he seeks out both your orgasm, and his own. He’s determined to make you cum first, wanting to feel you around him as he comes undone himself. 

Your back arches into him as he presses his face into your neck, breathing in the waves of scent coming off of your form. It’s intoxicating, sickeningly sweet with the musk of arousal. He wants to wear this scent all the time, if only to prove to the others who you belong to. 

“Gonna cum for me?” He grunts against your skin. “Need tae feel ye squeezing ‘round my cock.” 

You let out a whimper, nails digging into his shoulders. “Just like that.” You pant, squeezing your legs around his hips. “Don’t stop!” 

“Yes, ma’am.” He groans, cock twitching at the gentle command. 

He continues thrusting into you rapidly, sweat slicking his skin and mixing with your own. He wants to remember this moment for the rest of his life. The scent of you, the taste of your skin, the feel of you around him, squeezing his cock as you get closer and closer to the edge. 

He nearly blacks out as you cum, squeezing tightly around his cock. You buck against him wildly, lost in your pleasure. His hips grind against yours as he’s finally allowed his own orgasm, the pleasure shooting down his spine as he spills into you. His hips stutter before he stills, groaning into your throat as he fills you with his cum. You wrap your arms around him, holding him there as you both tremble from your orgasms. 

“Fucking hell.” He moans, starting to shallowly thrust into you. He’s still hard, his cock dragging through your sensitive walls as he continues to fuck you despite having just orgasmed. “Never gonnae tire of this sweet cunt.” 

He’s nowhere near finished with you. Besides his control, he’s proud of his stamina. He could go all night into the morning if he wanted to, but he won’t push you that far. Not yet. He wants to take his time with you tonight, explore your body and let you explore his. He’ll hold himself back for now, for your sake. 

Regardless, you’re both in for a long night.