Vengeful Bonds #2

23. Saint

Saint sat in bed, phone in hand, absently scanning articles regarding Veritas and the anonymous investor who’d bailed them out of trouble. He wasn’t learning much about the investor but now knew a shocking amount about the man behind the company. None of it was good. Cheating on spouses, tax evasion, secret properties, illegitimate children. The list went on and on. Nothing ever confirmed. Hearst’s attorneys called them unsubstantiated rumors.

Veritas itself had also been embroiled in a number of scandals over the years—things that would have gotten most research companies closed down by now. There were allegations of conducting clinical trials on unsuspecting people overseas, manipulating clinical data, exploiting gene therapy protocols. But the one that stood out to Saint the most was organ trafficking.

Again.

According to an article published three years ago in the post, there were accusations that Veritas Biotech was illegally procuring organs on the black market and using them in their gene therapy research. More specifically, they were procuring only alpha and omega organs, with a disproportionate amount of them belonging to dominant alphas and omegas. Veritas denied these allegations, too, of course, but that didn’t make them untrue.

What were the odds that organ trafficking would come up twice in such a short time? It was all connected, he just knew it. If they followed the breadcrumbs, it would lead them right to fucking Dresden.

Saint’s nostrils flared as the crisp scent of apples hit him. He shifted his eyes towards the door just as Seth tumbled inside, skin flushed and legs wobbling like he was a baby deer. Saint bit back a growl as he broke down the combined scents coating his mate’s skin. Sweat, slick—his own and Fen’s—cum, just his. Saint’s cock filled out as Seth leaned against the door, giving him a shy look from beneath long, sooty lashes.

Saint raked his gaze over him, taking in his messy hair, disheveled clothes, his swollen mouth. Seth ran his top teeth over his full bottom lip before hitting Saint with his neediest little pout. Cute. He was always just so fucking cute. Saint couldn’t get enough of him. He’d been in his presence for less than a minute and he was already fighting the urge to throw him on the bed and fuck him until he was crying and cock drunk.

He tore his gaze away, taking his time plugging his phone into the charger, shelving thoughts of Veritas, Dresden, and everything else but the boy in front of him. He crooked his finger at him. “Come here, little one.”

Seth hesitated, blinking wide, innocent eyes at him. Oh, so, he wanted to play. Saint would give him just what he wanted. He arched a brow in his direction, hiding his smile when Seth jerked away from the door, crossing to stand at the end of the bed.

Saint sat, back against the headboard, wearing nothing but black sweatpants that did nothing to hide the bulge tenting the material. Seth stared, licking his lips, gaze darting to Saint’s then back to his straining cock. “You’re so big,” he breathed, sounding a little awed.

“Worried it won’t fit?” he taunted.

“Yeah,” Seth simpered. “It always hurts so bad, alpha.”

Oh, so, it was that kind of night.

Seth loved this game. He loved pretending that Saint was too big, too much, that he had to force him to take it, had to coax him through hurting just for him. At first, Saint had thought it was the submission that made Seth so hot for this kind of play, but that wasn’t it. He wanted the words. He wanted Saint’s praise, his reassurance, his extra care. It was just another way for Seth to feel wanted, needed, loved.

And Saint was happy to tell him in any way he needed. And it wasn’t exactly like he didn’t like this game, too. “I know my pretty little omega isn’t disobeying his alpha. Don’t tell me one orgasm has made you forget who you belong to.”

Seth’s pupils blew wide, a shudder wracking his little body. “No, alpha.”

“Then get over here.”

Seth placed a knee on the bed, hesitating for only a moment before he crawled his way up the bed right into Saint’s lap, straddling his hips, biting back a whimper when his cock brushed against Saint’s. Seth was only half-hard but that didn’t stop him from rolling his hips down again, head tipped back and lips parted.

Normally, Saint would chastise him for taking matters into his own hands, but the friction felt incredible and Seth looked so hot like this. He pitched forward, sinking his teeth into his mating mark deep enough to make Seth give a pretty little whimper, but not deep enough to pierce the skin.

Not yet, anyway.

Saint licked over the indentations, then nosed behind Seth’s ear as he crooned, “Did Fen and San make you feel good, little one?”

His breath hitched, his voice soft as he answered, “Yes, alpha.”

Saint pushed him back, catching his chin in his hand, forcing him to look at him. “Did they open you up for alpha?”

Seth whimpered, face flushing crimson. “They tried… I-I hope so.”

“I hope so, too. ‘Cause I’m gonna knot that pretty little hole no matter how much you cry,” Saint promised. Seth’s lashes fluttered, his breath leaving him in a rush at Saint’s words. “Don’t worry though, baby. Alpha will be gentle…if you’re a good boy for me, anyway.”

Seth moaned at his words, burying his face in Saint’s neck the moment he released his hold on his chin.

Saint grabbed Seth’s ass, rolling his hips upwards as he dragged Seth’s down, grinding on him. “A-Alpha,” he panted against Saint’s ear.

“Show me,” Saint said, letting the warmth bleed from his tone.

Seth sat back on Saint’s thighs. “Wh-what?”

“You said your friends got you ready for me,” Saint said, words slow and deliberate as he ran his thumb along Seth’s swollen bottom lip. “So, turn around and show me.”

Seth swallowed audibly. “Like…you mean…”

It was Seth who should have been the actor. He blinked owlish eyes at Saint, chin trembling even as he leaked enough slick that it saturated not only his own sweatpants but Saint’s, making the alpha’s thighs sticky.

Seth loved being coerced, loved being told what to do, loved pretending he had no choice but to follow his big, bad alpha’s orders. He loved to play the shy little virgin he was the night he’d first taken Saint’s knot.

But this hesitancy was different. This was Seth frozen with fear. The fear of doing the wrong thing, saying the wrong thing. Something tugged in Saint’s chest, making him grip Seth’s waist and put just enough pressure for him to understand what Saint asked of him. Seth gave the barest hint of a nod, letting Saint know he understood.

Saint watched, captivated, as Seth awkwardly turned away from him, almost tripping over Saint’s extended legs before he was facing the right direction, his calves framing Saint’s thighs.

For a moment, it seemed he was going to do as Saint asked, but then he just deflated, dropping heavily onto Saint’s aching cock, wrenching a pained groan from the alpha. Seth turned to give him an apologetic look.

Saint broke character. “What’s wrong, little one?”

“I—” He broke off whatever he was about to say, craning his neck to look up at him. “C-Can you kiss me first?”

Saint’s chest hurt at the uncertainty in his words. He gripped his chin, fitting their lips together, softly at first, until Seth licked across the seam of his lips, pushing his tongue inside the moment Saint opened for him. He fisted Seth’s hair, holding him in place as the kiss grew heated, Seth spilling all these needy little cries directly into Saint’s mouth.

When he pulled back, a thin string of saliva connected their bottom lips. Seth’s gaze found his, eyes wide and vulnerable. “Can you just…tell me what to do? Like, exactly what you want from me?”

“Yeah, baby. I got you,” Saint promised. “Do you still want to play or do you just want me to fuck you?”

“I still want to play,” Seth promised. “I-I just feel…like I’m doing it all wrong.”

“Is alpha being too mean to you?” Saint asked, kissing his plush cheek.

“No, I like when we play like this. I just…I just need alpha to be really clear about what you want me to do. Please.”

“Okay, little one. Shirt off.”

Seth lifted his arms, letting Saint pull it over his head. “Good boy.”

Seth preened as Saint tossed his shirt, then ran his hands along Seth’s smooth back, watching the way the omega’s muscles flexed with each movement. He couldn’t stop himself from leaning forward, dragging warm lips over his shoulder, kissing his way up the slender column of his neck to bite his earlobe.

“Up on your knees for me,” he rasped into his ear, dragging another helpless sound from him.

Seth complied without question. He was so good for him. So easy. Saint’s every touch had Seth making the prettiest sounds, these high-pitched little whines and whimpers that went straight to his dick.

Saint loved Seth’s body—his broad shoulders, his tiny little waist, his soft belly, the curve of his hips. He loved wrapping his hands around those hips while he pounded into him from behind, loved the way Seth arched his back, clawing at the sheets, begging his alpha to breed him, to put a baby in him.

“Now, show me,” Saint ordered, voice suddenly raspy.

Seth gave one last look at him over his shoulder, then hooked his thumbs in his waistband, sliding his slick-soaked pants down below his ass, stopping with the fabric bunched just beneath. Saint couldn’t stop himself from grabbing the rounded flesh, kneading it beneath his hands, squeezing until Seth made a noise of complaint.

Saint released him, watching the color return where his hands had been digging in, then ghosted his finger between Seth’s cheeks, smirking when he tried to push back into it. “Want my fingers already, needy baby?”

Seth nodded quickly. “Yes, alpha.”

“Such a slut for alpha,” Saint murmured, growling low when Seth softly answered, “Yes.”

Saint spanked him, the crack of flesh against flesh almost louder than Seth’s indignant yelp. Almost. Seth twisted to look down at him, his pouty look of betrayal making Saint want to ruin him.

Saint rubbed his hand over the handprint in apology. “I can’t see anything, baby.” He ran his hands over the boy’s thighs. “Be good for alpha and bend over.”

Seth twisted once more, gaze snapping to his. “Wh-what?”

Saint ran a fingertip along Seth’s spine, his voice saccharine sweet. “Don’t make me repeat myself, little one.”

Seth hesitated, his distressed whining going straight to Saint’s cock. He had to reach down into his sweats and give himself a couple of hard tugs just to take the edge off. He was two seconds away from forcing his omega to submit.

Finally, Seth moved, lowering himself to all fours, just as Saint’s tenuous patience snapped. He spanked him again, the force of it knocking Seth onto his forearms. He buried his face in the sheets, probably to hide how much he loved being manhandled.

“Are you getting shy now? When you were in heat, you’d present for me all the time. You’d beg for my knot, beg me to breed you.”

Seth’s response was muffled but he pushed back into Saint’s space, like he was trying to entice him to touch him. Who was he to deny his pretty little omega anything?

Saint gripped his ass again, a little softer this time, spreading him open, staring at the most intimate part of him. Whoever had fingered his tight little hole open had been thorough and rough enough to leave his rim swollen and puffy.

He rumbled low in his chest as he saw Seth was still slightly open, clenching on nothing, slick running down his balls and dripping onto the sheets. He was leaking so much the air smelled like candied apples.

Saint let him go, watching the fat there jiggle enticingly, then brought both his palms down on Seth’s cheeks with another loud smack, wrenching another muffled whine from his omega. He grinned, leaning forward, pulling him apart once again, this time to sweep his tongue from his perineum to his abused hole, groaning as the tart taste of apples exploded on his tongue.

Almost immediately, Seth lost his composure, pushing himself back against Saint’s probing tongue. He pulled away, refusing to give him what he needed just yet. Instead, he said, “Hold yourself open for me.”

Another embarrassed whine emanated from where Seth’s face was buried in the comforter, his fingers knotted in the fabric.

Saint smacked his ass once more to remind him it wasn’t a request. Seth’s small hands reached back, exposing himself to Saint’s greedy gaze. He ran his thumb around his entrance, then pushed inside, slowly fucking it in and out, watching his little body stretch to accommodate even the smallest intrusion. Even after he’d ridden someone’s fingers—San’s most likely—he was still so tight.

Seth rocked back, clenching on his thumb, uselessly trying to get it where he wanted it. Saint reached between Seth’s legs with his free hand, wrapping it around his leaking cock, stroking him slowly. Seth’s hands slipped from where he held himself open, and he got back up on his forearms to rock back on Saint’s thumb before thrusting into his loosened fist.

Another desperate sound came from the depths of the covers. Saint stared at the reddened splotches from his handprints, heat shooting through him. He leaned forward, sinking his teeth into the meat of Seth’s ass, earning him another wail, this one loud and clear. He’d come out of hiding somewhat. He had his arms folded in front of him, his forehead pressed to his forearm. Saint couldn’t see him, but he could at least hear him.

That was enough for now.

He rubbed his hands over Seth’s bottom once again, spreading him and then pushing his thumbs into him, stretching his rim gently, watching the muscle contract in protest.

“Please, alpha,” Seth slurred. “Please.”

Saint watched, transfixed, as he pulled free of the tight clench of Seth’s body and his hole tightened around nothing. “Please, what, little one?”

“I need more,” he begged, voice high and needy.

Saint pulled out, replacing his thumbs with three fingers, burying them in one go, dick leaking as Seth instinctively arched his back, pushing back on them. Saint fucked into him fast and hard, the filthy sound of him working Seth’s own slick back into his hot, wet hole filling the room. Each thrust punched sinfully dirty moans from his mate.

Saint curled his fingers, dragging them along Seth’s inner walls until he found the spot inside that had his mate babbling and almost inconsolable. Saint couldn’t even make out his words.

“You like fucking yourself on alpha’s fingers, don’t you, you little whore?” he asked without heat.

“Yes,” Seth cried, a fine sheen of sweat now coating his skin.

Saint grinned, bringing his hand down hard on Seth’s other ass cheek, cock leaking when he yelped in surprise. “Just a few fingers and you already forget your manners? Is that how you talk to me?”

“Alpha,” Seth corrected, sounding almost frantic. “Yes, alpha. I mean, no, alpha. I’m… I’m sorry…”

“What do you want?” Saint asked, twisting his fingers to massage over Seth’s prostate, his own cock leaking as half-bitten sounds dripped from Seth’s tongue like honey.

“You inside me,” he begged.

“I am inside you,” Saint acknowledged calmly, once more rubbing the spot that has his thighs quivering and a tiny sob escaping. “Feel?”

Seth shook his head, a frustrated sound coming from the back of his throat. “Your cock, your knot. Please, alpha. Stop teasing.”

“I thought you said you didn’t think it would fit?” Saint asked, gently pulling his fingers free.

Seth lifted his head to glower at him over his shoulder. “I thought you said you’d make it fit.”

Saint chuckled low. “Okay, baby. I got you. You gonna be good for alpha?”

Seth melted back down into position, arching his back, hips swaying enticingly. “Yes, alpha.”

Saint bit back a groan, coming up onto his knees behind Seth, lowering his sweatpants just enough to free his cock, rubbing it over his puffy, reddened rim. “You know what to say if you want to stop, right?”

“Red,” Seth whispered. “Just fuck me already.”

Saint pinched his ass cheek right over the spot he’d bitten, chuckling when his mate yelped again. He started to raise up, like he was going to yell, but froze as Saint’s cock pressed at his entrance.

The omega sucked in a pained breath as he breached him. “Ow,” he whined pitifully. “It hurts.”

Saint ran a soothing hand over his hip. “Just relax for alpha. I’ll go nice and slow,” he promised, even as he kept advancing forward, not stopping until he bottomed out. “You can take it, baby. Be good. And just take it.”

“I’m serious,” Seth sniffled, voice wobbling. “I don’t think I can do this. It’s too much. You’re too big.”

Saint hushed him. “You’re doing so good, though. My good boy. My prettiest boy. I know it hurts but you can do it. You have to do it. Don’t you want to be good for me?”

“Yes, alpha, but?—”

“Shh, baby,” Saint soothed, drawing almost all the way out before slamming back in, once then twice, switching up the angle until Seth gave a near pornographic moan that sent sparks shooting along Saint’s spine, heat flooding his belly. “See, you can take it. You’re doing so good.”

“But it hurts,” Seth said, giving another sniffle. “I don’t think I can do this.”

“You are doing it,” Saint taunted, increasing his speed, gripping his hips tighter, Seth’s greedy hole sucking him deeper with each thrust.

Seth gave another high whine. His acting would put their youngest pack member to shame. Still, Saint would be lying if he said this wasn’t doing it for him. Five minutes in, and he was already feeling that tingling in his lower extremities, pleasure rolling over him with each snap of his hips.

“It’s just ‘cause you’re so tight, baby. Even when San fucks your slutty little hole open for me, you’re just too small to handle your alpha’s cock, huh?”

“Yeah,” Seth agreed, sniffling, sounding forlorn.

Saint was fucking him hard now, the sound of his hips meeting Seth’s ass loud in the otherwise silent room. Seth wasn’t the only one sweating now. Saint had to dig his fingers into Seth’s hips just to hold him in place.

“Poor baby. How are you gonna take my knot if you can’t even handle this?” he panted, his rhythm increasing until he was punching those pretty little noises from Seth’s lips with every thrust.

He draped himself over Seth’s back just long enough to get an arm around his torso, then pulled him back into his lap, not even breaking his rhythm, fucking into the tight grip of his body.

“Alpha,” Seth whined, blunt nails digging into Saint’s bare thighs just above his sweatpants. “I can’t. It’s too much. It’s too much. It’s too big. It hurts.”

Saint bit down on Seth’s shoulder hard, then again just below his mating bite. “But alpha’s being so gentle,” he lied, breaking the skin, just to hear him cry out. He licked the blood away.

He was being anything but gentle, pounding up into Seth’s hole hard and fast just how he liked it, practically mauling him.

“I think you should thank me for being so considerate,” he chastised, his hand wrapping around Seth’s leaking cock.

“Th-Thank you, alpha,” Seth sobbed, dead weight in Saint’s arms, letting him bounce him on his cock like a sex toy.

“That’s better,” Saint said, biting back a groan as Seth clenched around him, sending another wave of heat crashing over him. He was already so close.

“Ow,” Seth whined again. “You-You’re too rough. It hurts.”

Saint nipped at the omega’s earlobe. “You say it hurts, but your slutty little hole is drenched, leaking slick like some kind of whore. I think you like it. I think you like it when I hurt you just a little, huh?”

Seth was nodding, mumbling nonsensical things Saint couldn’t make out. It didn’t matter. It was all part of the game. He dragged his free hand upwards from Seth’s belly, pinching a nipple between his thumb and forefinger, tugging on it.

This time, Seth’s cry of pain was real.

Saint rubbed his thumb over the nub in apology. “You’re sore here, too?” he said, letting disappointment seep into his voice. “You know how much I love your chest. What am I gonna do with such a delicate little thing? You’re so…breakable.”

“It’s not my fault,” Seth slurred, shaking his head, his cheek brushing Saint’s. “It’s theirs. They were pulling and licking and sucking on them until I wanted to scream,” Seth said, letting his head fall back onto Saint’s broad shoulder, slick dripping out around Saint’s cock. “Fenny said he thinks he might have a lactation kink. He wants to suck on them when I’m pregnant, said he thinks it will make me feel so good.”

That image sucker-punched Saint, driving the air from his lungs. “Jesus Christ, baby. You can’t just say that shit when I’m inside you. You know how hard it is to hold back right now? How am I supposed to be gentle with you when you are making me think of you pregnant and leaking, Fenny’s pretty lips wrapped around your swollen nipples? Jesus fuck. I need you to come, baby, like, right now.”

Saint’s knot was swelling so fast it made him dizzy, as were the cries it dragged from Seth each time it punched past his abused rim. Soon, it was too big to fit, meeting Seth’s unyielding body, causing him to wail, completely limp against him. There was no way Saint was getting his knot inside Seth without help.

“Alpha,” Seth whined. Saint pulled his hand free of Seth’s cock, running his fingers through the slick on his thigh. This time, when he closed his fist around him, Seth started fucking into his tight grip immediately.

Saint pressed his lips to the shell of Seth’s ear, rasping, “Look at you. Such a good omega for me. You gonna let me knock you up, little one? Gonna let me put a baby in you? Give me and Fenny what we both want?”

Now, it was Saint who babbled, drunk on the scent of Seth’s slick and the feel of his walls milking his cock, trying to suck his knot in to tie them together where they belonged.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Seth chanted, belly tightening beneath Saint’s hand. “I’m close. I’m so fucking close. Please, don’t stop. Fuck me. Breed me. Put your babies in me. I want that. I want that so much.”

“Then let me in, baby. Let alpha in,” he said, then latched onto Seth’s neck, right over his mating mark, sinking his teeth in until blood exploded on his tongue, pure lightning shooting through him. Saint gave one last hard thrust, forcing his knot inside, locking them together. Seth screamed, his nails digging into Saint’s skin as he came, his walls clenching around Saint’s cock, squeezing him just right.

“Oh, fuck. Baby. That’s it. Fuck. Good boy. Good boy. That’s it. It’s so good. So good. You did so good. Gonna fill you up,” he said, brain on auto-pilot, his vision going fuzzy as he rode out the waves of pleasure crashing through him.

When they both came down enough to form thoughts, Saint arranged them so they were on their sides, his body wrapped around Seth’s. For a few moments, he contented himself with sucking bruises into his skin and licking over the fresh bites.

“My co-workers must think you’re an animal,” Seth teased. “I always come in there looking like I was mauled.”

“You look so hot like this. All marked up, fucked out, and used. You’re so fucking perfect.”

Seth flushed, reaching back to slap Saint’s thigh blindly. He caught his hand and threaded their fingers together. Saint nuzzled his nose along Seth’s neck, in his hair, inhaling his scent.

“Do you feel better after talking to San and Fen?”

He nodded, jaw cracking as he yawned. “Yeah. They said I should just let you knock me up.”

Saint’s stomach did a somersault. He wanted that so badly. “Is that what you want? I’ll do it. I’ll go off the suppressants tomorrow if that’s what you want.”

“I want to talk to Ollie first,” Seth said quietly.

Saint kissed the top of his head, then his temple. “You don’t need Ollie’s permission.”

“I’m not asking his permission. I’m asking his opinion. Ollie is the most logical person in this whole house. I just want to know we’re on the same page first. That’s all.”

Saint’s knot was already starting to shrink, earning a grimace from Seth as slick and cum started leaking onto the sheets below. When Saint finally slipped free, Seth did cry out, wincing.

Saint flipped him onto his stomach and pulled his cheeks apart, earning a cry of embarrassment from his mate. He didn’t care. He checked him over, looking for any more damage. It looked even more irritated now, but, other than that, he was intact.

“Was I really hurting you?” Saint demanded, pushing Seth onto his back, then climbing over him, hovering menacingly.

Seth smiled, patting his cheek. “No, baby. I’m just sore now. In the moment, I was riding the high of that adrenaline.”

“Promise me you’ll safeword if you’re ever really in pain,” Saint said, searching Seth’s face.

“Baby—”

Saint shook his head. “Don’t ‘baby’ me. Promise. I don’t mind playing these games with you, but not if I’m actually hurting you.”

“I’m fine. I’m an omega. Do you think I can’t take a knot? I let you and Loch knot me on the same day. It’s just fun to play at being helpless, being at your mercy. Does that make me fucked up?”

Saint snorted. “If you want to seem fucked up in this house, you’re gonna have to take a number. San and Binnie have us beat by a mile.”

“Oh, I know. San left to go fuck Binnie in his sleep. Said he’d given him blanket permission to do anything to him anytime he wanted.”

Saint blinked down at Seth, processing that news. “Damn.”

“Mm,” Seth said, then yawned again. “Now, get me cleaned up so we can go to bed. Some of us have work in the morning.”