5. Fen
The scent of sex and blood and alpha pheromones had Fen’s head spinning in the most delicious way. Making out with Saint was completely different than being with Loch. Not better, just…different. Even when Loch was in rut. His dominant alpha was emotionless, mean, and made Fen feel like he was there only to serve…in the best possible way.
But Saint, he was in total control…of Fen, of Seth. Even Loch deferred to him in this. His mate sat back and watched, looking gorgeous in nothing but gray joggers that emphasized the ridge of his heavy cock where it pressed against the slightly stiff fabric.
He was so fucking perfect. His face was perfect. His expression was the epitome of serene, even in the middle of an orgy. Fen could smell how horny he was, knew his dick was already leaking, but Loch watched them like he was at the beach looking at a sunset.
That was why he would be their leader.
Hothead alphas got people killed. They took and took and took until there was dissension amongst the ranks and infighting started. But that would never happen in their pack. Ever. His mate was…Fen sighed. Perfect. It was the only word for him. Loch was perfect and Fen was unworthy but he locked him down anyway. And Loch would never say he regretted it.
Even if he did.
Fen pushed away his sudden insecurity, instead choosing to focus on the two alphas before him.
Fen didn’t need Loch to boss him around in bed or tell him he was a good boy. It was Seth who had the praise kink. Well, at least when Fen didn’t have a metric ton of heat hormones running through him. No, Loch and his filthy mouth were everything Fen had ever wanted.
Loch was made just for Fen. When he was buried inside him whispering all the dirty things he wanted to do to him, Fen melted like butter on hot pavement. Hell, when he was just holding his hand and telling him he was his for life it set him on fire from the inside out.
But Saint…he had this not-so-quiet stillness about him, this hard stare that made him look more than a little crazy, like Fen was never a hundred percent safe. It made electricity course through his veins, making his cock throb and his ass…damp. Seth said Saint made him feel small—in a good way—and Fen got it now. He really did.
Saint kissed like he was mapping the inside of his mouth, like he was sucking all his secrets from his tongue. When he gave an order, it was clear he expected it to be followed, no matter who was on the other side of it. And it would never occur to him to refuse. He made a broken sound as Saint’s lips moved over his, sucking and pulling at him greedily.
Fen’s insides were lava, his skin feverish. Saint smelled like holidays and sin, and the more turned on he got, the thicker his scent until Fen was grinding up against nothing, desperate for some friction. Saint pulled his lips from his like it physically pained him.
He smirked down at Fen then to his mate, who lay there looking hazy and deep in subspace. “Kiss him.”
Fen wasn’t sure which of them he spoke to, but it didn’t matter. He and Seth fell together like they always did, drinking from each other’s lips in a way that was both familiar and sexy. He rolled his hips in Seth’s direction, grunting when he hit his hip, grinding down desperately.
“Such good boys,” Saint murmured, petting their hair fondly.
They both keened at his praise. Beside them, Ollie was falling apart, his breaths heavy, little whimpers of excitement falling past his lips when his alphas touched him just right. Ollie probably looked so hot like that, all bare and needy. It made Fen want to push them off Seth, so he could bury his face in Ollie’s crotch and smell just how much he wanted it.
Every panting breath, every gulping sob was driving Fen crazy, making him throb. He forced himself to focus on Seth, on his own alphas. He pulled Seth’s hips flush against his, their leaking cocks slotting together through the thin layers of fabric. The both moaned in unison, finding a rhythm as they rubbed off on each other.
Fen heard the wet smack of lips above them, and he could feel the heat of Saint’s body pressing against his back as he leaned over him to get to Loch. The two omegas parted, rolling onto their backs to watch their alphas making out above them.
Their kiss was more a battle for dominance. Saint’s hand locked around the back of Loch’s neck, like he was holding him in place, keeping him where he wanted him. Loch’s hand was locked around Saint’s arm, fingers digging into the skin there until it was white. Alpha pheromones that had once rained down on them like flower petals or feathers now poured down on them like they were trapped in the rushing flow of a waterfall.
Every nerve ending stood at attention, his nipples hard, his cock wet and throbbing, his ass leaking almost like he was back in heat. Seth had it worse. He didn’t have suppressants on board like Fen. He was writhing beneath them, his little cock flushed an angry red, his hand floating lower to try to take care of the ache himself.
When the alphas broke away from each other, Loch gave Seth a look that stopped his hand in its tracks where it hovered just above where he’d needed it. Loch buried his fist in Seth’s hair, craning his head back over his shoulder so he could kiss him, his other hand sliding beneath Seth’s t-shirt, landing low on his belly, fingers teasing the sensitive skin just above his dick, but not close enough.
Fuck, they looked so pretty together. Seth was so beautiful, so small, so delicate. Fen wanted to see Loch and Saint ruin him. He wanted to watch his friend get sucked under by waves of euphoria. He wanted to give him the fantasy he dreamed of.
Getting used by his pack.
Maybe just two to start.
Seth whined like he could read Fen’s filthy thoughts, the scent of his slick heavy in Fen’s nose. He pinched Seth’s chin, pulling him away from Loch’s lips, dropping his voice in that way he knew Seth liked. “What do you want, baby?”
“Alpha,” Seth mewled, mouth forming the sexiest little pout.
Fen gazed between Loch and Saint, then back down at Seth. “Which one, baby?”
Seth opened and closed his mouth, then made a devastatingly sad little sound of distress. He looked so fucking cute and so hot, how was Fen not supposed to tease him just a little? Fen was an omega but Seth had always brought out this almost…sadistic streak within him. He knew how much Seth liked being helpless, liked the idea of wanting to be used. How could he not want to give that to him?
“Aw, does baby want both?” Fen chided. “Want to be stuffed from both ends? Two alphas for our sweet, little, greedy baby?”
Seth seemed beyond communicating in anything but sobs and whimpers. He nodded vigorously, eyes pleading.
Fen arched a brow at Saint, who grinned. He leaned down and kissed Seth so softly, so lovingly, it kind of stole the air from Fen’s lungs to witness it, then he said, “Present for your pack leader, little one. Show him how pretty you look with your ass in the air.”
Fen groaned, blindly reaching down to squeeze his cock through his pants, then looked to Loch, leaning in just enough to kiss him before saying, “You’re going to take care of our baby, right, alpha?”
Loch eyed him closely. “Do you want to watch Seth take my knot or do you want to watch me fuck an omega in front of you?” Loch asked, a dirty smirk spreading across his full kiss-swollen lips.
Fen met Loch’s heavy gaze. “Lucky for me, I can get both at the same time. Now, make our little omega feel good. Look how pretty he looks.”
Fen helped Seth get onto his knees to undress. He pulled his shirt over his head while Fen hooked his thumbs in the waistband of Seth’s pants, tugging them down to just above his knees. Both Fen and Loch groaned at the sight before them. Seth’s perky ass shiny with slick, so much of it that it coated his thighs. The scent of apples had his mouth watering.
Fen loved the taste of Seth’s slick. He put a hand between Seth’s shoulder blades, guiding Seth into presentation position until the little omega’s chest was pressed to the cushions, his little butt in the air. Fen’s chest was tight. Loch was going to fuck Seth. The idea of getting to share that with his pack made him as emotional as much as it turned him on.
He ran a finger between Seth’s cheeks, gathering the sticky substance, locking eyes with his mate as he sucked it off, before pulling his finger free with a loud pop. “He’s so fucking wet for you. He’s practically begging you to use him.” He combed his fingers through Seth’s sweat-damp hair. “Hell, he’d probably beg if you told him to.”
“You did,” Loch countered, voice raw.
Fen’s cock twitched at the memories that flooded his head, his whole body suddenly damp with sweat. Loch gave Saint one last look, a final check-in. When the other alpha nodded, Loch ran soothing hands over Seth’s spine, like he was letting him know he was there. Then he gripped his cock, running it between the globes of his ass, before resting the head of his cock against his rim.
Fen’s heart hammered. He found himself leaning into Loch’s space, his cock painful where it rubbed against the material of his clothing. He couldn’t breathe. His hand curled around Loch’s bicep, then ran down his arm to where his cock rested against his friend’s entrance. His fingers ghosted over the smooth length, a tiny gasp leaving him as Loch slowly pushed inside.
Seth gave a small cry of distress, but Saint lowered his head, soothing his mate. Fen should have been the one to sooth his friend, but he was riveted, his fingers gently tracing where his body stretched to accommodate his mate, the skin stretched until it was shiny and taut, like he was almost too much for Seth to take.
But like Fen, Seth was born for this. Fen’s mouth was a desert as Loch continued to breach him, Seth’s body molding around him, swallowing every inch until his hips were flush to Seth’s ass. Loch squeezed his eyes shut like he was trying not to come too quickly. He pulled out just a bit before pushing back in, like he was testing whether Seth could take it.
Fen ran a hand along Seth’s back, feeling the tension in his muscles. He could almost read the worry in his body. Fen looked to his mate. “Tell him how good he feels, alpha,” he murmured.
Loch gave a breathy, self-deprecating laugh. “So good. So wet.” He pulled all the way out, then slammed back in, and the squelching sound of Seth’s slick was loud in Fen’s ears, but it didn’t block out the needy whines and guttural moans of the rest of his pack.
When Loch started to move, he kept his eyes locked on Fen, their pleasure vibrating through their mating bite like the plucking of a guitar string. Fen’s lips parted, his tongue darting out to lick his parched lower lip. “Do it. Fuck him. Use him the way he wants. Hard.”
Loch’s eyes stayed on his as he started to snap his hips at a brutal pace, punching rhythmic little uh-uh-uhs from Seth with each stroke. The other omega was gone, his cheek resting on the forearm pinned beneath him. Drool ran from the sides of his slack jaw, hazy eyes staring up at Saint like he was some kind of divinity.
Saint gave his mate a soft smile, carding his hands in his hair. Once he had a good hold, he twisted, dragging his head up, tugging until he was on all fours once more.
“Look how fucked out my baby looks already,” he said softly, running his thumb along Seth’s puffy lower lip. “Feeling good?”
Seth’s expression didn’t change but he tried to speak, his words coming out muffled and slurred as Saint slid two fingers inside his mouth. Seth immediately started nursing on them, hungry little cries falling from his lips as he sucked noisily.
“I think he needs more than your fingers, alpha,” Fen said, reaching forward and cupping Saint through the thin cotton fabric of his pants, gripping him tight. “What do you think?”
He hooked his fingers behind Seth’s teeth, tugging his mouth open wide until he was drooling onto the bedding beneath him, his tone as condescending as it was coddling. “Is that it, little one? You want to choke on alpha’s cock?”
Seth shook his head, then stopped short, nodding, before stopping again, adorably confused.
“Don’t tease him,” Fen admonished. “Don’t good boys get rewards? Give him what he needs.”
Fen hissed as Saint curled his hand around the back of Fen’s head and pulled him into his space, his low rasp making Fen release a fresh rush of slick. “You’re a bossy little thing, aren’t you? If you’re so concerned about my mate getting what he needs, why don’t you take it out and give it to him?”
Before Fen could respond, Saint’s mouth was on his, licking across his back molars, before yanking him away and releasing him. He was so deliciously dizzy, he fell back to sit on his own thighs for a full thirty seconds before remembering he’d been given an order.
He crawled to Saint, his hips at eye level with Seth’s head as he yanked Saint’s pants down to mid-thigh, slowly releasing his cock, half expecting it to slap against his stomach. Instead, it hung heavy and flushed a dusky purple between his thick thighs. Fen couldn’t stop himself from running a finger along the velvety length of it, tracing the large vein that ran along the side before swiping his thumb along the tip, catching Saint’s gaze as he licked his finger.
Saint looked mildly amused. “What are you waiting for? You’re neglecting our baby.”
Fen led the head of Saint’s cock to Seth’s lips, then threaded his fingers in Seth’s hair, holding him steady as Loch continued to pound into him. He put pressure on them both, shivering as he watched Seth’s swollen lips part and wrap around Saint’s cock. As soon as he closed his lips around it, he gave an obscene moan like he was feasting on the best chocolate in the world.
Fen sat back on his heels, sliding a hand into his pants, giving a low groan as he stroked himself with no finesse, having edged himself to the point of desperation. He glanced over his shoulder, breath hitching as he took in the three alphas taking care of Ollie. He wanted to be Binnie at that moment. What would it be like to have Ollie right there where he could watch every single moment of pleasure play out across his usually stoic face?
Next time.
He turned back to his mate and their friends. Loch and Saint had found a rhythm, though a brutal one. They were bouncing him back and forth between them, Loch rocking him forward with each thrust, making him gag wetly, while Saint fucked Seth’s throat, pushing him back onto Loch’s length.
Fen panted, stroking himself faster, heat spiking in his blood with every depraved sound his pack made. Soon, he joined them, unable to stop the desperate cries coming from low in his throat. He couldn’t remember his own hand ever feeling this good. The pheromones, the scents, the sounds, it was a feast for his senses, his very own porn directed by him, starring his favorite people in the entire world.
The sound of skin slapping and slick squelching filled the space as Loch sped up, making both Saint and Fen moan in tandem. Seth was choking on Saint’s cock, staring up at him with tears and snot coating his face, drool dripping from his chin.
“Fuck, he loves this. Such a perfect little omega. Our pack has the most perfect omegas,” Loch panted. He looked at Fen, holding his gaze as he fucked his friend, his eyes dropping every now and then to Fen’s rapidly flying fist.
“We want to see,” Loch demanded. “Pants off.”
Fen made a frustrated sound but pulled his hand free to shed his clothes. Once naked, he went to return his hand but Saint growled, “No.”
Fen gave Saint an incredulous look. “Why?” he wailed.
Saint rolled his eyes. “Grab those pillows. Lie down and prop yourself up.”
Fen glowered at the two smirking alphas but he did what he was told, flopping down on them dramatically before giving Saint an insolent look. “Well?” he asked, voice rising an octave at the end.
Saint gave an incredulous laugh, shaking his head. “I cannot wait to punish you one on one. Spread your legs.” Fen flushed but complied. He much preferred watching to being watched. “Wider. I want to see what our pack leader did to that tight little hole while in rut.”
Fen bit back a choked whine, spreading his legs lewdly until he knew the alpha could see his hole. “Better?”
“It will be once you slide that hand between those pale thighs and finger yourself,” Saint said, like he was bored. Fen hesitated, his heart stuttering. Saint arched a brow. “Go ahead, sunshine. I think you can go straight to three, no?” Fen opened his mouth then shut it, suddenly torn. “I’m not going to ask again. I’m sure our leader would agree that the price of disobedience is a lack of orgasms, no? Say, for…a week? Your choice.”
Fen had never had the urge to scream, “You’re not the boss of me!” so badly in his entire life, but he was also painfully hard. He reached between his legs, rubbing over his swollen rim, shivering at how sensitive he still was. He captured his bottom lip between his teeth and pressed three fingers inside, hissing at the burn.
He didn’t waste any time waiting for his body to adjust. He tipped his head back against the pillows, fucking himself with one hand and stroking himself with the other. Saint and Loch were chasing their own pleasure, using little Seth like he was one of those Chinese finger cuffs.
Seth was too blissed out to notice, so deep in his subspace, it would take a rocket ship to bring him down. The blissful expression on his face was the kind of nirvana only achieved by monks on mountain tops after years of dedicated concentration.
Fen tossed his head back and forth on the pillow, fucking up into his fist and down onto his fingers, twisting them just so, each tight, wet stroke driving him closer and closer to the edge.
Loch changed his angle and Seth came alive again, sobbing with pleasure each time Loch drove into him. Saint groaned in response, his thrusts growing sloppy. He pulled out and stroked himself, staring down at Seth. “Open up, beautiful.”
Seth stuck his tongue out, his cries now loud in the cavernous space, driving Fen’s own release. Saint groaned, body growing stiff, then he was painting his cum across Seth’s tongue, his lips, his cheeks.
Just a little more… Fen just needed a tiny bit more. He was so fucking close. His eyes were locked on Saint as he wiped his spent cock through the mess on Seth’s face before feeding it back into his mouth for him to nurse on, muting his cries once again.
Fen’s gaze jerked to Loch as he grunted, gripping Seth’s hips and thrusting forward. Seth’s shocked gasp told him Loch had knotted him. Fen’s mouth fell open as Seth came untouched, spilling onto the comforter below.
Loch was grinding his hips into Seth like he wanted to make sure the breeding took. That thought was all it took, Fen making an embarrassing sound as he spilled all over his chest and belly, his whole body shivering with his release. He let his hands fall to his sides, too boneless to care that he was a sweaty, sticky mess.
There was movement in his periphery. Saint. Fen listened to him praising Seth, telling him how good he’d been for him. Then he was kneeling beside Fen, carefully wiping him down with wet wipes.
Where had those come from?
He tried to say thank you but it came out a slurred mess.
A rough thumb stroked his cheek. He forced his lids open. Saint gazed down at him. “Hey, brat. Are you okay?”
“More than…” he managed with effort.
Seth made a pained sound as Loch pulled free. The one benefit of knotting post rut was that they didn’t last long. Five minutes at most. Maybe the body thought knotting post rut was useless. The breeding had taken or it hadn’t.
Seth crawled to him, his sweaty body clammy from the same wet wipe bath as he collapsed on top of him.
“That was so hot,” he muttered right next to his ear. “Right?”
“Mm. You looked amazing,” Fen said, wishing he had the strength to move.
“Did I?” he asked, hopeful.
“Mm,” was all he could manage.
The other side of the nest was quiet except for some heavy breathing, letting him know they were all enjoying the afterglow of their pack night puppy pile. Fen was so wrapped up in his own bliss bubble that the piercing sound splitting the quiet of the room felt like an assault.
“Who could possibly be calling you now?” Loch asked him.
Oh, right. His phone.
Ugh.
Fen reached blindly for his pants, fishing his phone from his pocket.
WhatsApp.
It was his friend, Derek.
He sat up with effort, looking at Loch. “It’s my friend. The one who I asked to look into Stirling’s kid’s medical records.”