Chapter 27 Soren
Soren
Soren takes Connall down hard.
His shout echoes in the backyard and bounces off the rickety fence as Isaac and Elias’s giggles fall silent. Everything narrows down to the man beneath him.
Despite the heat of the August morning beating down on them, Soren smells winter.
Frosty swirls of evergreen and cold, fresh snow overlaid with musky arousal that makes Soren hard in an instant.
It doesn’t help that Connall’s plush ass is pressed against Soren’s rock-hard cock.
Every so often, Connall pushes back, and Soren can’t help but grind down.
Behind him, poised in the door, Quinn mutters, “Holy fuck. Are you kidding me?”
“Izzy! Wait. Stay back,” Elias’s voice sounds exasperated as Isaac drags him across the scrubby lawn.
“Fuck that. He needs us, Eli. I’m not going to let him suffer.” Isaac drops to his knees beside Connall, running a hand through his sweaty hair. He smells lush, like a sweet lime dessert. It makes Soren’s mouth water.
Connall bucks up even harder, clawed hands digging into the grass. He’s not grabbing at their omega but actively resisting.
“Besides, we’ve been waiting for him our whole lives. I want this, and if you can get over yourself for five minutes, you will see that you do, too.”
He lets out a low, possessive rumble of agreement. If Connall is in rut, then Soren is going to be here every step of the way.
“What’s happening?” Kaian says, drawing Connall’s attention.
“Sor-ren,” Connall murmurs so quietly that only Soren seems to hear. “Tell…him…to…go. Slowly.”
Even with his hormones pushing him to fuck and claim, Connall is thinking about their fragile Human mate.
Not just because being bitten by an alpha would set him into a non-consensual and very illegal transition, but because alphas in rut are rough and can be violent.
Kaian is small for a Human, and there is no doubt Connall could break him in the process.
“Get Kai behind a locked door!” Soren shouts.
Even though it was his idea, Connall tries to knock Soren off his back. His scent has gone bitterly cold, as if he can’t decide to give in to the instinct to protect or to claim.
“I’m trying. Jesus-fuck.” Their voices fade away, and Connall subsides a little beneath him.
“There you go, alpha. So good,” Isaac murmurs, his voice calming and melodious. “Breathe, okay? We’re going to give them a minute, and then I’m going to help you.”
He pulls his scrub top off, and he’s beautifully naked underneath. Pale, freckled, and hairless skin covers a compactly muscled frame. He seems to glow in the morning light, and Soren wonders if he’s as soft as he looks.
“Iz, what are you doin—”
“What I was born to do, Eli. Now go get mattresses. Clothes we’re wearing, too. Stuff from the car?”
“Shit. I don’t know about that, you were sick, yeah, and Connall smelled—”
Soren catches his beta’s eye. Connall would have smelled heartbroken and ill, too. Having that in the nest during a rut would be so very bad.
“Get the sheets from the bed Kaian was in, and we’ll make do. Go, baby,” Soren says, flashing him a reassuring smile.
“What about Izzy? You won’t let him hurt…”
“On my life, I will make sure he’s okay.” That they all are.
“I’ll be back. Don’t be crazy. Alpha, I’m coming back.” Elias slips away.
Beneath Soren, Connall growls, angry that his beta isn’t in scenting distance.
“Hey. He’s just getting stuff for a nest. You want your omega in a nest, right?
” It sounds good, even though Soren wouldn’t know the first thing about nests or what pack alphas need in rut.
He’s always suffered his wicked semi-annual ruts alone in his shithole of an apartment, gun in one hand and a Fleshlight in the other.
Four or five days of abject misery, dehydrated and starving for physical affection more than food.
“Nest. Good beta,” Connall gets out. He has his nose pressed to Isaac’s wrist, huffing the sweet lime straight from the source. It’s intoxicating mixed with the sweet scent of slick.
“The best,” Soren agrees. His fingers tighten on Connall’s hips. The alpha’s scent is turning molten now—snow melt and ozone, lightning just before it strikes.
Soren’s eyes flash up between Isaac’s glistening thighs, to where his hole is leaking pretty steadily onto the grass. For a moment, he imagines having to come out here later and wash it away with a hose so none of the neighbors smell what’s theirs.
He can’t help but groan, “Fuck.”
Isaac scratches his scalp, slow and teasing. “Yes, please and sooner than later.”
The sound of furniture being pushed out of the way is followed by the smack of the mattress hitting the floor.
“How the hell are we doing this?” Soren mutters, knowing full well there’s no easy way to move without Connall going full rut-rage and slamming Isaac into the dirt.
“Don’t worry about me, Alpha. I can take him. I’m ready.”
Isaac climbs to his feet and steps out of view. Connall’s head follows him, led by his nose and the grin on Isaac’s face.
“When I run, let him go, okay? I’m faster than I look. And I want to be caught.” He sounds almost gleeful.
Soren’s pulse jumps. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”
“Hell yeah. This is the stuff dreams are made of.” Then he bends, lips brushing Soren’s ear. “Want you too,” he whispers—followed by a slow, filthy lick—and then he’s gone, already halfway to the door, daring them both to chase.
Connall is up, showing that Soren’s earlier success at keeping him down had been because Connall allowed it.
“Come and get me, Alpha!”
Connall is on his feet so fast, he’s a blur, but Isaac is already vaulting over the felled railing and through the still-open glass door. He adds a high-pitched shriek for good measure.
It’s more than enough to get Soren moving, his wolf snapping at the leash. He barrels through the door, blood pounding, need clawing up his spine—and freezes at the sight.
Connall has Isaac already in his lap, buried to the hilt.
Isaac’s slack-jawed and pink-cheeked, bouncing with every brutal thrust, his thighs spread wide across Connall’s lap.
Slick coats his skin on the inside of his thighs and soaks the front of Connall’s scrubs, making a mess of both of them.
Connall’s hands grip Isaac’s waist, lifting and slamming him down with a punishing rhythm, using his smaller mate like a toy.
Soren’s gaze drops to where they’re joined, and something primal howls inside him.
“Oh, goddess. Fuck. He’s so big,” Isaac moans, voice hitching on a sob of pleasure. “Gonna make me come, Alpha. So hard, oh—oh, oh—” His eyes roll back as he sucks two fingers into his mouth, obscene and desperate.
A second mattress thumps to the floor beside the first, nearly landing in the kitchen.
“Jesus,” Quinn breathes, stunned.
“Quinn.” Connall reaches out, hand open, beckoning.
Quinn steps forward instinctively toward their alpha before his bare feet are brought up short by the mattress.
“No. No, I can’t—” Quinn’s voice quivers; he’s so obviously torn, it hurts Soren somewhere deep in his soul.
Quinn doesn’t blink, though, just watches Connall over Isaac’s shoulder, gaze locked on Connall’s descended fangs.
“I can’t. I’m sorry.” He pulls off his shirt and tosses it to Soren before turning on his heel. Even though he can’t stay, he still wants his scent in their nest.
“Quinn,” Connall moans. “Kai.” But his eyes are on Soren’s, a mix of red and blue, feral and a bit…heartbroken.
“Yes—yes—fuck, Alpha—yes,” Isaac whines. “Gonna come—oh fuck—please—bite, bite—” The last word squeaks out just before his eyes roll back and his body goes limp. His cock spurts a ribbon of come across his stomach, his body jerking once before collapsing back against Connall’s chest.
Connall doesn’t stop. He grips his hips tight and pounds up into him with brutal thrusts. Every slap of skin against skin is wet and obscene, slick squelching as Isaac takes it all, limp and pliant in his arms.
“Shit,” Soren gasps. His cock throbs painfully in his jeans. He hadn’t known that was a kink, but he comes untouched, hips bucking as his release spills hot and wet in his pants.
He’s still gasping when his hand slides down the zipper so he can get his hand inside and milk his knot. “Connall,” he groans, desperate and raw.
Behind him, Elias appears like a ghost, eyes wide, already stripping. His mouth is red, and he smells like Kaian. Without a word, he drops to all fours and crawls to Soren, tugging his jeans the rest of the way down.
Two small hands wrap around Soren’s pulsing knot just as a hot mouth seals around the head of his cock. Soren nearly chokes on a moan as Elias suckles, tongue probing the slit like he’s trying to taste the orgasm still leaking out.
“Fuck—Eli—” Soren’s hand slides into Elias’s curls, gripping tight as he tips the beta’s head back. “This okay?”
Elias looks up with blown pupils and nods once. Then he pushes down harder on Soren’s hand, urging him to take control, to fuck his throat like he means it. To make him take it.
“Your mouth, baby,” Soren growls, voice thick with lust. He pulls back just enough before driving his cock deeper, pushing past Elias’s tongue, past his back teeth, until the beta chokes around him. But instead of pulling away, he slaps Soren’s thigh, urging him on with a wet, needy sound.
“He likes it when you fuck in hard,” Isaac murmurs from Connall’s lap. Their omega has two of Connall’s fingers in his mouth, and the words come out garbled, but Soren can see for himself what Elias likes.
“Sometimes he can come like that, you know,” Isaac whispers and wiggles, impaled on Connall’s knot. It’s visible between Isaac’s cheeks, stretching the pink skin of his hole thin. Slick is still slipping out around it, but Soren would bet that not one drop of Connall’s come has escaped.
Connall grabs Isaac under the thighs and thrusts. He’s not getting much movement since his knot is huge, and Isaac is not.