24. Binnie
Binnie woke to blunt nails scratching down his back like a cat’s, applying just enough pressure to draw him from his peaceful slumber, a startled hiss escaping him. San. He’d know that scent anywhere. Cedar and Juniper, like some kind of fae creature. That fit San. Ethereal. Elegant. Gorgeous. Commanding. He loved him so much. Needed him.
He blinked open bleary eyes, noting the room still drenched in shadow. San was sitting on him, his naked thighs caging in Binnie’s own equally naked thighs.
“Wha?” was all he managed, voice raspy from sleep.
He’d been in the middle of one of those deep, drugging sleeps. The kind that made you feel like someone had wrenched you from a coma. He couldn’t keep his lids from falling shut again. He’d been dreaming. Of San. Of the others. Silly ridiculous dreams. The kind that were so bright they hurt your eyes. Where everyone was so happy it could only be a dream.
They’d been playing hide and seek with a bunch of kids from toddler to elementary school, chasing them through the mansion, their hair and eye color so varied there was almost no way to distinguish which combination of the pack had created them. And it didn't matter. The dream had filled him with such elation that being in the real world felt like being splashed with cold water.
He wanted that dream life, wanted a world where they were all happy and healthy with a house full of kids created out of the love they all had for each other. A world where no villains lurked in every shadow corner.
Binnie’s brain forced his eyes closed once more, his thoughts hovering somewhere between the dreamy happy serotonin-induced fake world and the very real feeling of his sexy-as-hell husband perched on top of him. Even half asleep, his dick was taking notice, filling rapidly where it was trapped between his belly and the mattress.
San draped his body over Binnie’s, his skin scorching against his own. Maybe sleeping naked under the air conditioning had left him chilled in comparison to his mate, but the feel of that sudden rush of warmth had his brain fighting to return to the cocoon of sleep.
“Wha?” he tried again, voice still sleep-soaked.
“Shh,” San soothed, warm lips ghosting over the back of his neck. “Just let me play with you. Okay, puppy?”
How could Binnie refuse an offer like that? He’d anticipated the request after San’s parting words a few hours ago, or maybe it was less than that? Binnie didn’t know. He just knew he’d fallen asleep eagerly awaiting San waking him up just like this.
He rubbed his face into the pillow, arching his back just to feel San’s hard cock pressed against him. “‘Kay.”
San kissed behind his ear. “So good for me,” he said, his tone caressing over Binnie’s nerve endings.
“Mm,” Binnie hummed. “I love being good for you.”
San’s laugh rolled through him, making him shiver. “I know, puppy.”
San bit Binnie’s ear, tugging on his lobe, then sucking on it. Binnie rutted against the mattress, already leaking a bit. San’s lips traveled lower, to his throat, kissing his mating mark, the base of his neck, the hard line of his shoulder. Binnie couldn’t stop his low, sleepy sound of protest. He loved his husband’s mouth on him but needed more of the hard cock pressed against his ass as well.
San’s hand came around to grip his jaw, capturing his mouth in a sloppy off-center kiss before pressing his face to his hair, keeping his mouth open.
Binnie inhaled deeply. “You smell like Seth,” he managed, drool spilling from his open lips, covering his chin.
San’s lips were on his ear again. “I taste like him, too. See?”
San’s long fingers entered his mouth, pressing down on his tongue. Binnie closed his mouth around them, sucking greedily, licking between San’s fingers, Seth’s crisp apple scent exploding on his tongue. San groaned, then pushed deeper until he gagged.
“Fuck, I love when you make that sound. Wish it was my cock you were choking on.”
Binnie wanted to tell him it could be, but San was too busy fucking his fingers into his mouth, rendering Binnie temporarily silent. The alpha finally pulled his fingers free, smearing spit across his cheek.
“Need to fuck you. Now. Need to feel you coming on my knot,” he said, a sudden urgency causing an uptick in his breathing, like he only just noticed how desperate he was.
“‘Kay,” Binnie said with a contented sigh. “Need you, too.”
He meant it. There was this low hum, this…ache in his core, not just from his neglected cock trapped against the mattress, but this feeling, like an itch only San could scratch. This tugging inside that made him feel hot and restless, like he suddenly needed San now.
San shifted until he was lying beside him, his leg still draped over Binnie’s. The upper part of his torso pulled away, fingers fumbling for something in the dark—the lube, probably—before coming back to press his blistering hot skin to Binnie’s side. He absently listened to the snap of the lube bottle opening then closing, hissing as the sticky cold plastic hit his calf when San discarded it.
“Sorry,” San muttered, already pressing two coated fingers between his cheeks, growling when they slipped past his rim with no resistance. “Did you get yourself ready for me?”
Light exploded behind Binnie’s eyelids as San curled his fingers just right, pulling a desperate moan from him, stealing his answer. Fuck. San punched his fingers into him without waiting for Binnie’s confirmation, occasionally twisting to rub against his prostate. It felt a little like a punishment.
“I asked you a question,” San snarled.
Jesus. Seth and Fen really must have gotten him worked up. His growl sounded almost inhuman, feral, his breath puffing against Binnie’s shoulder with each word. Binnie’s answer got stuck on a high whine as San battered that bundle of nerves.
“I— hnf —I figured…I figured— Oh, fuck —that I’d save you the work…alpha,” he managed between jolts of pleasure that stole his breath and left him leaking onto the sheets beneath him.
“Such a good little omega for me, huh, puppy?” San rasped.
Those words ripped another needy whine from him. But before Binnie could form any kind of coherent answer, San was on top of him once more. His thighs bracketed Binnie’s, hand planted beside his head, hovering over him. San dragged the head of his thick cock between Binnie’s cheeks, letting the head catch on his rim with each pass.
Binnie gave a noise of frustration, trying to crane his head around to look at him, but San’s growl had him frozen in place. Binnie relaxed against the sheets. His mate clearly didn’t want his help. That thought alone had Binnie discreetly rubbing his dick against the sheets.
San’s breaths grew increasingly ragged, a low snarl leaving him each time his cock would brush Binnie’s entrance. What was he waiting for? Binnie tried to be patient. He really did, but the longer San hovered there, just playing with him, the more restless Binnie grew.
He needed San to fuck him, to use him, needed him to hurt him and make him feel small. God, he really wanted it to hurt. What did San want from him? Did he want him to beg? Cry? He would. If it meant San filling him up, dousing the fire building in his belly, he’d do anything.
“Alpha, please…” he choked.
His plea died on the breath that was punched from his lungs as San breached him without warning, the burn causing his whole body to jolt in shock, his legs kicking out, fingers fisting the sheets beneath his pillow.
“Fuck, how are you still so tight?” San rumbled, finally settling his full weight back on Binnie, letting gravity help him bury himself to the hilt.
Binnie was awake now, the sharp burn of San’s entrance more of a dull throb. It was a good thing, too. San wasn’t waiting for Binnie to adjust. He was already pulling out almost all the way, then driving back home with a sigh that seemed almost…relieved, like it was Binnie putting out a fire, not San.
San hadn’t added any extra lube aside from what had been on his fingers when he first fucked them inside, so each thrust dragged along his insides, making him feel too small for San’s massive cock. And that wasn’t even his knot. Binnie bit his bottom lip to keep himself from groaning at the thought.
San was always so careful. His pain was always so calculated, but this…this was desperate. He was fucking Binnie like an animal, like he had to, like he couldn’t stop himself from driving into him again and again. It hurt—it really did—but in a way that made Binnie feel desired, like San was ravenous for him, like he couldn’t get enough.
He was fucking into him so hard, so fast, so deep, grunting with every thrust. San had never been quite so aggressive, so…out of control. It was unraveling any of Binnie’s higher thought processes, leaving him this mindless, broken animal for San to take and use. It was brutal, not like San at all.
He dropped his face against Binnie’s throat. He was sweating. Binnie could feel it in the way their bodies slipped as San fucked him, could feel it on his forehead as it pressed to his neck and on his chest where it was plastered to Binnie’s back. San’s panting breaths rasped in his ear, struggling to drive himself deeper and deeper, so desperate he slipped from Binnie’s body a couple of times, whining until he was buried once more.
Binnie couldn’t think; his thoughts had shattered like a mirror, the pieces strewn everywhere. There was something important there, something he needed to know, but he couldn’t think of anything but his mate using him. Binnie gave a strangled cry as San’s teeth sank into his shoulder, breaking the skin, before he sucked on the wound with a whine.
“Alpha…” Binnie managed, trying to lift up enough to look at his mate.
San growled, pushing him back down and pressing a hand between his shoulder blades. Somehow, he seemed to move even faster then, hips pistoning into him, his knot already swelling, making Binnie bite his lip each time it pushed past that tight ring of muscle.
Binnie could feel blood running down his shoulder, could hear San grunting above him with the exertion. Binnie needed more friction, needed to get his hand between himself and the mattress so he could jerk himself off. He was already so close. He just needed a little push.
“You feel so fucking good,” San said, breathless, sounding a little awestruck, like this was news to him. “My baby. My mate. So hot inside. Fuck. Need you…need this…need this so much.”
Binnie couldn’t speak, the words clotting in his throat, his ragged breaths as loud as San’s own. He needed to touch himself. He needed to get off.
The hand between Binnie’s shoulder blades disappeared, returning to wrap around his throat, cutting off his blood supply. “Fuck, puppy. You feel so fucking good. So good. You’re so good to me. My perfect pet. I want to be inside you.”
“You are inside me,” Binnie slurred, that pleasant fuzzy feeling making him feel weightless.
“Wanna knot you, breed you. Put my pups in you. Can I? Can I?”
Binnie moaned as San released him and the blood came rushing back in, euphoria making his thoughts sore and his stomach swoop deliciously. “Knot me. Breed me. What are you waiting for?”
His words were garbled, as messy as his thoughts, as messy as his skin now riddled with San’s bite marks and scratches. San gave one final growl, his other hand holding Binnie in place as his teeth sank into the base of his neck. Binnie cried out as San’s knot punched into him, then caught, locking him inside.
He continued to rut against him, his knot causing a tugging against his rim each time he moved. Binnie whined, wanting nothing more than to rub off on the sheets below. Finally, San rolled them onto their sides, playing the big spoon to Binnie’s little, wrapping his fingers around Binnie’s aching, neglected cock.
“Oh, fuck. Yes, please, alpha,” he begged, fucking into his fist.
“Wanna feel you coming on my knot. Gonna fill you up, put my babies in you.”
Binnie’s eyes rolled, sparks flashing behind his eyelids as San worked his cock with the same relentlessness that he’d used to fuck him, like this wasn’t even about sex. Which didn’t make sense but felt true just the same.
San’s fist was too dry, with only Binnie’s precum doing anything to smooth the glide, but it didn’t matter. Binnie was right on the edge, the whole experience having him balanced on the precipice.
San gave another growl. “Come on, puppy. Come for me. Come for your alpha.”
Pleasure ripped through him out of nowhere, catapulting him into an orgasm that had his whole body locking up until he was spilling over San’s fist onto the sheets. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
San stroked him through it, then slipped lower, squeezing Binnie’s knot rhythmically just how it would feel if it was him buried inside someone. The sensation dragged a second, weaker release from him instantly. Only then did he hear San give a low, throaty moan, his teeth weakly biting into the marks on his shoulder from the previous bite, hips jerking as he rode out his own orgasm.
Binnie’s body jolted through the aftershocks, San still on fire behind him, filling him up until it felt like there was nowhere else for it to go. Binnie’s eyelids were already back at half-mast, sleep still threatening to take him.
“Mine.”
Binnie dragged his eyelids back open at the possessive growl. “Of course, I’m yours.”
San’s hand splayed across Binnie’s belly. “Wish I could put a baby in you for real. Wish we could have babies that look like us.”
San’s forehead pressed to the back of Binnie’s neck. They were both still breathing heavily. Binnie wanted to turn and look at him but couldn’t with San tucked against him as he was. What was going on with him? He was so…needy, so possessive. He was used to San’s alpha coming out during sex to some extent, but this was extra…this was?—
“Love?” Binnie finally rasped when his heart rate had returned to normal.
“Mm,” San said, now sounding like the sleepy one.
“You’ve been taking your suppressants, right?”
San hesitated for a minute, his body stiffening. “Yeah, why?”
“I just…can’t help but notice that you seem particularly aggressive tonight…and very…baby focused. Which is hot. But also, your skin is on fire. Did Fen and Seth not notice?”
San was silent for a full minute. “We were a little preoccupied, I guess.”
Binnie’s head was spinning. San had been unusually angry at tonight’s meeting. He always had a temper and was pretty fiercely protective, but he’d definitely been more aggressive than usual. It would also explain his protectiveness over Ollie, even when Ollie hadn’t wanted or asked for it.
“Baby, when was the last time you were in rut?” Binnie asked.
San stiffened behind him. “Fuck, I don’t know…a long time. Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
“Yeah,” Binnie said. “I think you might be in rut.”
“I was fine earlier,” San said, sounding as mystified as Binnie. “Are we saying Deke can affect us even when he isn’t in rut? That he can power through suppressants on a regular Wednesday morning?”
“We don’t know if this is Deke or not. Sometimes, alphas have break-through ruts. We’re freshly mated, you now live with three omegas. It could have triggered you.”
“How am I not triggering you?” San asked.
“You might be. It may not have hit me yet. We know that heats and ruts come on way quicker and with far fewer warning signs when Deke is around. I could be next,” Binnie warned.
“Oh, god,” San groaned, pushing his head into Binnie’s shoulder. “You’re going to get fired at the rate you have to keep calling out of work to fuck people.”
Binnie laughed, then they both hissed as the motion tugged where they were still joined. “Baby, I don’t have an employer. I’m an independent consultant. I can make a phone call and have dozens of people lined up to hire me to consult for them. Don’t worry about it.”
“Still…”
“Letting you fuck me will never be a hardship.”
“Yeah, but you fucking and knotting others might be. How do you usually handle your ruts?” San asked.
Binnie frowned. They hadn’t really ever talked about that before. “I’ve only had to get through a few. The first time, my dad hired an omega and we did it the old-fashioned way. It was efficient if not somewhat lackluster. The other times, I used…toys…to help me through.”
“Well, you have Fen and Seth and Ollie now,” San said. “And me.”
Binnie snorted softly. “You gonna let me knot you, alpha?” he teased.
San was quiet for so long Binnie started to doze off. “Yeah. I will.”
“What?” Binnie asked, trying to remember what he’d asked.
“I’ll let you knot me, yeah.” Binnie let those words hang in the air as he tried to think of something to say. San’s confident voice turned doubtful as he said, “I mean, you don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
“What? No. I-I would want to. You just said you’d never let anyone top you,” Binnie reminded him.
San slipped free of Binnie’s body, allowing him to finally turn and look at his pretty mate. San’s worry was evident on his face even in the shadows. Still, he cupped Binnie’s face. “That was before.”
“Before?”
“Before I fell in love. Before I was mated,” San mumbled, his gaze sliding away from Binnie’s.
“Oh,” Binnie said, breathless.
Finally, San’s eyes found his once more. “Besides, you aren’t just anyone.”
Binnie blinked at him. “So, you’re saying you’d let me…”
San shrugged, his words a little mumbled like he was embarrassed. “I told you, I’d always wanted to have babies. I always thought I’d be an omega one day, before I presented as…this. If I ever decide to let Deke alter me, there’s only one way to have a baby that’s our genetic makeup.”
Binnie’s mind was reeling. “Oh, wow. Yeah, okay. Yeah. Whatever you want. We’ll do whatever you want.”
San’s face fell once more. “Only if you want to. Don’t just do it for me. I know this isn’t what you signed on for.”
Binnie frowned. “What? What do you mean? What I signed on for? I signed on for you.”
“Me, the alpha. The top. The one who dominates you.”
Binnie gave a low laugh. “I don’t know if you noticed, but you don’t have to be an alpha to dominate anyone in this house. The three omegas run us all around by the dick just fine. I fell in love with you. San. Not your alpha. Sex is sex. There’s nothing we can’t figure out where that’s concerned. As long as you stay…you, then I’m down for whatever.”
“Okay,” San said softly. “But we should probably tell the others what’s up.”
Binnie grabbed his phone from the table, pulling it from the charger and tossing it towards San. “Go ahead.”
San glowered at him but picked up the phone, rolling his eyes as he opened the app. Binnie grinned, kissing his forehead.
Things were about to get complicated.
Well, even more complicated.