Vengeful Bonds #2

30. San

“Is this what you needed, omega? Want me to breed you, fill you up? Put my pups in you?” San growled into Binnie’s ear.

San had lost count of how many times he’d been inside Binnie now, but the urgency, the desperation, never receded. Binnie was on his belly, ass up, chest pressed to the mattress. San was draped over his back, pounding into him, both of them sticky with sweat and lube and so much cum. The room was heavy with the scent of sex and alpha pheromones.

Binnie was so full of San’s cum that it made a crude squelching sound each time San fucked into him. He couldn’t get enough of it. It told him he was taking care of his mate, fucking him well. The sounds of their fucking spurred him on. The slap of skin on skin, his ragged breaths, the pitiful cries pouring from Binnie’s lips. It all had flames licking at his insides.

“Yes. Yes, oh, fuck. Thank you, alpha. Thank you, thank you, thank you,” Binnie chanted over and over again, fisting the filthy sheets below.

He was so good for him and took it so well. Bent over for him better than any omega, begged so sweetly, whined so prettily. He was perfect. His perfect mate. San sank his teeth into Binnie’s claiming mark, hips pumping faster as he fucked into the tight chanel of his body, his knot already growing too big to slide in and out without Binnie whimpering. “Gonna knot you, fill you up. Make you take it. Open up for me, puppy. Show me what a good little slut you are.”

Binnie sobbed, the scent of his tears stoking something deep and primal within San.

“Please, alpha,” he begged. “Please, need it. Can’t… I need… Oh, fuck… Oh, fuck.”

San growled, snapping his hips hard, pinning his mate down to bully his knot past his unyielding rim. Binnie’s strangled cry of pain only made it more rewarding, his alpha preening at the other alpha’s submission. San didn’t slow down, just fucked into him in tiny aborted thrusts, his knot battering Binnie’s hole from the inside, making him moan like the perfect whore he was.

“Make yourself come,” San demanded.

He needed to feel Binnie contracting around him.

“I don’t think I can come again, alpha,” Binnie panted, sounding both anguished and exhausted.

“You can,” San snarled, rolling them onto their sides, knocking Binnie’s hand away before wrapping his own around his sticky, painfully hard cock.

Binnie cried out like it physically hurt him to have San jerk him off. Maybe it did. But San couldn’t stop himself, couldn’t see past the haze of his rut. He needed to come inside his mate again and again if it was going to take, if he was going to give Binnie his pups.

He jerked him off, hard and fast, with no finesse at all, while Binnie gave these tiny cries that made San near feral. He sounded like a wounded animal, like prey. It didn’t take long before Binnie came with a shout, his release dribbling from him, almost non-existent. That didn’t stop San, though; he grabbed Binnie’s knot, tightening his grip until Binnie cried out, his whole body locking up. San roared, biting Binnie once more, white hot pleasure rolling through him as the other alpha pulsed around him, milking every drop from him.

San laid there, sucking in much-needed air. The fog of his lust had cleared a bit with his orgasm. He pulled Binnie back against him, curling around him, licking at his shoulder, then whined in apology. Binnie didn’t say anything, but he smelled of contentment. San buried his face against his neck, inhaling his scent like a drug. His mate wasn’t mad at him. That was good, though it did nothing to assuage his guilt.

San had never had a rut this powerful. In the past, he’d been able to keep his wits about him. But now, he was only granted a few hours of clarity before his body demanded he breed again. Loch had mentioned that knotting one of the omegas might give him more relief between waves, but Binnie was being so sweet to him, taking such good care of him in every way.

Besides, they had lives, too.

But Binnie couldn’t take much more. His body wasn’t made for this. San had knotted him so many times in the last twenty-four hours that his cock shrank in minutes, slipping free of Binnie’s body. San’s nostrils flared as the scent of his own release hit him, running from his mate’s loosened rim. He couldn’t stop himself from pushing it back in with his fingers, his alpha frantic at the thought of losing out on filling his mate with pups.

Binnie hissed in pain. “Ow, baby.”

“Sorry,” San mumbled, knowing he wasn’t sorry at all.

“I think I need to call in reinforcements.”

San gave a low warning rumble at Binnie’s words.

The other alpha reached back and smacked his thigh hard enough to sting. “Don’t get grumpy with me. I promise your alpha will be far happier with an actual omega than with me.”

San huffed. Then he rolled Binnie onto his back, looking him over. His mate was covered in bite marks, bruises, and scratches. His mating mark was bleeding. San didn’t know how many times he’d reopened the wound but it was more than once. Binnie was flushed and there were dark circles under his eyes. San felt terrible at the state of his mate, but his alpha was smug about it.

Binnie was right. He did need to call in reinforcements before San did something he’d regret. “Not Ollie. I don’t—I don’t want to hurt him,” he said begrudgingly.

Binnie nodded, then reached for his phone, rapidly tapping out a message. San moved to rest with his back against the headboard.

Binnie laid across the bed sideways, placing his head on San’s thigh. “I’m sorry I can’t keep up.”

Regret rocketed through him, clawing at his heart. “Don’t say that. I hate this. I hate being like this. I hate knowing that, in a few hours, I won’t care about hurting you or anyone else.”

Binnie glanced up at him, then took his hand in his. “That’s not true. You haven’t done anything to me that I didn’t like. It’s just that an omega’s body is designed for this. No matter how much I like pretending, I’m still just an alpha.”

San hated that Binnie thought of himself that way. Like he somehow wasn’t enough for San. It was crazy talk. Binnie was his everything.

“You’re my alpha, puppy. I love you just as you are,” he promised, leaning down to kiss his forehead.

“It still sucks that I can’t be the one to give you what you need,” Binnie said softly.

San shook his head. “But you have. You’ve been so good for me. I don’t want to hurt you in a way we don’t both enjoy.”

A timid knock drew their attention.

“Come in,” San snapped, voice far harsher than intended.

Seth and Fen entered almost meekly. The flood of omega pheromones had San’s alpha roaring to the surface. His nostrils flared, the scent of their slick making him grow hard once again.

Fen moaned, eyes rolling like he was in his bliss. “It smells like alpha sex in here. It’s getting me so fucking wet so fast.”

Seth nodded. “Me too. It’s making me feel loopy, like I’m high.”

San’s heart seized as Binnie sat up. “Stay,” he blurted, grabbing his arm.

Binnie gave him a patient look. “I’m not going anywhere, baby. Just gonna sit in the chair for a better view.”

San’s shoulders sank, but he nodded. Binnie stood, sliding on a pair of sweatpants, then taking a seat in the oversized chair in the corner, slouching down with his hand on his thigh.

San turned his attention to the two omegas standing innocently at the foot of the bed, hands clasped behind their backs as they stared up at him with wide eyes. The two people he’d never allowed himself to see as anything more than friends were now so much more. His alpha didn’t give a fuck about friendship. A low rumble filled his chest, his breaths coming quicker.

Fenny stood in an old t-shirt and sweatpants, his blond hair now long enough to be pulled back off his face in a ponytail. His freckles popped against his pink cheeks, his full lips parted as he gazed greedily at San’s cock sitting half-hard against his thigh.

Seth wore a pair of basketball shorts and San’s hoodie. He growled low at that. The omega was already drenching himself in his scent. He really was such a good boy for them.

“Both of you?” he rasped.

Fen smirked, peeling his shirt off and dropping it on the floor. “Just me, alpha. Hope that’s enough.”

San licked his lower lip as the little blond omega made a show of getting naked. San’s eyes hungrily scanned Fen’s naked body, taking in his pebbled pink nipples and his little cock that was hard and leaking, flushed red at the tip.

When he reached for the elastic holding his hair, San made a noise of complaint. “No, leave it.”

Fenny blinked at him. “Yes, alpha.”

When San looked to Seth, the boy’s breaths sped up, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. “What about you?”

Seth stumbled backwards. “I’m just here to watch,” he said breathlessly. “Is—Is that okay, alpha?”

San crooked his finger at the little alpha. Seth mewled like a frightened animal, then crawled onto the blanket to sit on his knees beside San obediently. San turned, pinching his chin between thumb and forefinger, pulling him in to lick over the seam of his lips.

Seth whined, mouth opening beneath his, letting San fuck his tongue inside. When he ended the kiss, Seth chased it with a sad noise. San dropped a kiss on his nose.

“Be a good boy and go sit on Binnie’s lap,” San crooned, taking in Seth’s blown pupils and swollen lips.

These two had definitely started without him.

Seth nodded, scooting off the bed, then walking to Binnie. The other alpha pulled him down into his lap, separating the omega’s legs with his own, his hands slipping underneath his hoodie to run over the bare expanse of his chest and belly.

San throbbed. He studied the two as Binnie rubbed his cheek along Seth’s then craned the omega’s head back to slant their lips together. Seth whimpered, already starting to squirm.

He always melted under an alpha’s attention. Any alpha. It was in his DNA. That was why they’d tried to keep him away from them. Until Saint. Until the pack. Now, he was free to be as desperate and needy as he wanted, safe in the knowledge nobody was out to harm him.

Fen gave a broken gasp that pulled San’s attention back to him. He was stroking himself, watching Binnie and Seth eat each other alive.

“Did I say you could touch yourself, omega?” San murmured.

Fen shrugged, raising a brow. “You didn’t say I couldn’t…alpha.”

“Get over here before I just pin you down and fuck you on the floor.”

His words hit Fen like a shock wave, his eyes going wide, goosebumps erupting along his skin.

San snorted. “Of course, you’d want that, you slut.”

Fen crawled up the bed slowly, looking at San like he was the predator and San was his prey. When he reached the alpha, he kept going, not stopping until he’d settled himself right in San’s lap.

San managed to wrestle his alpha back enough to say, “Are you sure?”

Fen looked at him, his hands sliding over San’s chest. “This has been a long time coming. Show me what you’ve got, alpha.”

San’s hand wrapped around the back of Fen’s neck, yanking him forward to crash their mouths together. If he’d thought to startle him, it didn’t work. Fen gave as good as he got. They attacked each other’s lips, wet and messy, their tongues colliding immediately, fighting for dominance. San’s alpha growled, his hand circling Fen’s throat.

Fen moaned, leaning into it, cutting off his own air supply. “Is that all you’ve got, alpha?”

“I’m not Loch,” San warned. “If I snap, I will hurt you.”

“You’ve never met Loch’s alpha. He likes to hurt me, too,” Fen shot back, his smug smile igniting the alpha’s fury.

San was on him before he could even think to fight back, flipping Fen onto his stomach then yanking his hips into the air, letting Fen realize how helpless he truly was in this position.

Fen continued to struggle, trying to wiggle free of his hold. San pressed his cock between Fen’s ass cheeks, rutting against him, his slick easing the slide. “What’s wrong, omega?”

Fen growled, his pride hurt more than his body. The more he struggled, the more heat gathered in San’s core, his cock growing harder. He blanketed himself over Fen’s back, locking his fingers around his ponytail and forcing his head back to meet his gaze. “I asked you a question.”

Fen’s expression was one of agitation, but he was leaking slick. He liked San manhandling him, the little perv. San gave him a dirty kiss, then dragged his mouth along his jaw, this throat, his shoulder, licking and biting at whatever skin he touched. “When I’m done, you’re going to smell like me, not him.”

Fen just whined, testing the strength of San’s hold once more as he ran his tongue along Loch’s mating mark. When Fen realized he was stuck until San set him free, he gave a little whine of distress, even as he pressed his hips back, presenting his wet hole like a good omega would.

San sat back, running his hands along the globes of Fen’s ass. When his hips lowered, San cracked his hand down onto one cheek, then rumbled at the handprint that bloomed on Fen’s fair skin. “Behave.”

San pushed his alpha pheromones towards Fen, all the fight leaving the omega at once. “No fair,” he pouted, canting his hips once more, like he couldn’t help himself.

“That’s better,” San murmured, running his fingertips along the backs of Fen’s thighs, gathering the slick there and bringing it to his lips. He hummed at the sweetness on his tongue. “So wet. You must really want this.”

Fen made a grumpy noise that reminded San of anytime Tinkerbell got caught by Peter Pan. In the movie, he’d held her by the wings…and spanked her. Fuck. His cock throbbed, fully hard once more.

He slapped his hands down hard on each of Fen’s cheeks, then pulled them apart, staring at his glistening pink hole. He watched, transfixed as slick leaked from him, running down his balls onto the comforter. San ran a finger along the same path, pulling another sharp breath from Fen.

A low moan split the air, but it wasn’t his or Fen’s.

San’s gaze snapped to the corner to find Seth with his head leaned back on Binnie’s shoulder, the hem of his shirt in his mouth and his shorts shoved down to mid-thigh. Binnie was biting at his earlobe, one hand pinching his nipple and the other slowly stroking his cock. They were clearly enjoying the show. Who was San to deny them?

San pressed his hand against Fen’s lower back, increasing the curve in his back. “Good boy, just like that.”

San gave into his urge, sweetness exploding on his tongue as he licked from Fen’s balls to his hole. Fen gave a breathy cry, his whole body jerking at his touch. San did it again, then again, before turning his full attention to lapping over Fen’s rim, noting it was already a little puffy. He sank his teeth into the meat of Fen’s ass. “Did our alpha use you today already?”

Fen looked back at him over his shoulder, defiance in his eyes. “Yes, alpha. He fucked me nice and deep. He was definitely trying to put his babies in me. I bet his cum is still there. Can you taste it?” he taunted.

Jealousy punched through San’s alpha. He pushed two fingers into Fen’s entrance, pulling him open enough to force his tongue past the loosened hole. Fen screamed, then moaned as San tongue-fucked him, licking deeper and deeper with each pass until his rim was an angry red. Fen panted, his hips pushing back, like San couldn’t get deep enough. Instead, he closed his mouth over him, sucking at his gaping entrance, groaning at the flood of slick that poured into his mouth. He would happily drown in it.

“Alpha, please,” he begged.

San pulled back with an obscene pop, staring down at his handiwork. “Please, what? You’re the one who was acting like a disobedient little slut. If you want my knot, you’re gonna have to beg for it.”

Before Fen could retort, Seth cried out, pulling their focus back to the other couple in the room. Seth faced Binnie now, his cute little bare ass grinding down on his mate’s massive clothed cock, his shorts still trapped tight around his thighs. He still held his shirt between his teeth, but now Binnie was sucking marks into the boy’s chest, putting his mouth anywhere but where Seth wanted it.

San dragged his gaze away, slapping Fen’s ass once more. “Well?”

“Please, alpha?” Fen whined, his eyes still on Seth and Binnie. “I need your knot. Need to feel full. Want you to knock me up. Give me your pups.”

San and Binnie both moaned low at his words, his mate catching his eye as he finally tongued at Seth’s nipple, earning a breathless, “Thank you, alpha.”

“Seth’s so polite, so grateful,” San taunted, pushing two fingers roughly inside Fen, burying them deep then slowly dragging them along his walls as he retreated, searching for that tiny bundle of nerves. “You should try it.”

“You should—” Fen’s retort died on a choked sob as San massaged his prostate, the alpha watching the omega’s cock drool onto the already dirty sheets below.

He didn’t let up, watching Fen’s whole body twitch, knocking whine after whine from behind his teeth. “Please,” he cried. “Please, alpha. Fuck me.”

San relented, slipping his fingers free then pushing back in with three, watching Fen’s greedy hole swallow them easily. “So desperate for it. My fingers slide right in.”

Fen was panting now, sweat erupting on his skin, as he tried to fuck himself on San’s long fingers.

San slipped his fingers free once more, then hauled Fen up, plastering his back to his chest, using his one-armed grip around his waist to lift him, his other hand wrapping around the base of his cock, rubbing it against Fen’s entrance.

“You want this?” he purred against the omega’s ear, teasing the head in before pulling back.

“Yes. Yes,” Fen sobbed, nodding frantically.

San smirked. “Say it.”

“I want your cock,” Fen said, words leaving in a rush. “Want your knot.”

“Getting filled once today wasn’t enough?”

San turned his head just enough to catch his eye, tears sliding down his cheeks. “Twice, actually.”

San snarled, driving his hips up as he pulled Fen down, impaling him on his cock in one smooth motion. Fen sucked in a breath, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his cock twitching where it stood neglected between his legs. Fen’s hand flew to his belly, pressing down. “I knew you were big,” he panted. “But holy fuck. If Seth gets this monster inside him, you’ll never get him off your dick.”

“I heard that,” Seth said, tone sulky.

San rocked Fen forward, then dragged him back, tearing a moan out of both of them. “Feel good?” San asked.

“Mm,” Fen panted. “Amazing.”

“Then fuck yourself on it,” San said, taking his hands away.

Fen whined but immediately began to move, his head falling back on his shoulder. San could feel Fen’s breath on his cheek as he huffed from the effort. After a couple of awkward movements, Fen found a rhythm, the omega rolling his hips, grinding San’s cock deep. Shocks of heat sparked through his core at the perfect drag of Fen’s tight walls milking him. The omega held nothing back, chasing his own pleasure. “Like this, alpha?”

“Yeah, Fenny. Just like that,” San said, head thunking against the headboard as he fought not to grab Fen and pin him down. His alpha was roaring at the lack of control but the little figure eights Fen made with his hips had San seeing stars, the feeling almost euphoric.

“Am I being good for you?” he gasped.

San groaned. “So good, Fenny. Keep going, keep bouncing on alpha’s cock.”

Fen whined, his movements faltering some. San dropped his hands to Fen’s waist to help him keep rhythm, mouthing at his shoulder while he watched his mate stuff two fingers into Seth’s wet hole, the omega whimpering sweetly.

San could already feel his knot starting to swell. He needed more, but he could feel Fen starting to tire, his body coated in a fine sheen of sweat, panting from exertion.

San bit Fen’s earlobe, directing his gaze to Seth and Binnie. “Look at them. Look how needy he is, fucking himself on my mate’s fingers.”

Seth made another high-pitched sound, definitely listening to every word they said. It didn’t stop him from picking his hips up and dropping them down again .

“He’s always so needy,” Fen said breathlessly. “Our needy baby. Always desperate to get fucked, to feel full.”

“You gonna give him what he wants, alpha?” San asked Binnie. “Do you have one more round in you?”

Seth tipped his head up to look Binnie in the eye. “Please. Please, alpha. Fuck me. I need you inside me.”

Binnie slipped his fingers free, sucking the taste of apples from his hand, before standing with Seth still in his arms. He walked him to the bed, spinning him around to face them, pushing his chest to the mattress, kicking his legs apart. Lust punched through San when he realized Seth was still fully dressed, wearing San’s hoodie, his shorts still around his thighs.

Binnie spread Seth open, groaning. “So wet. You must be aching for it.”

Seth just whimpered.

Binnie lowered his sweats only enough to free his cock. San caught their reflection in the mirror, Binnie rubbing his cock up and down Seth’s hole, Seth canting his hips, presenting. Binnie groaned as he slowly sank into Seth’s body. The omega’s lips parted, his eyes rolling up like he was having a religious experience, the boy so enraptured he was drooling.

Binnie met his gaze and San almost came on the spot. He was used to his mate bending over and taking it, not being the one to pin someone down and breed them. But Binnie looked good, powerful, totally in control. He gripped Seth’s hips, setting a brutal pace from the start. Fucking hell.

San closed his eyes. He couldn’t watch Binnie fuck his best friend like a porn star while still buried in the tight clutch of his other best friend’s perfect ass. He would come in seconds. He pulled free, tipping Fen forward. He landed with his head beside Seth’s, though they were facing different directions.

San yanked Fen’s hips back up, driving back into him, eyes rolling as the wet heat sucked him in. “My turn,” he snarled.

Whether by accident or design, he and Binnie fell into sync, their paces frenzied, the loud slap of skin on skin once more dominating the room. Only this time, it was Binnie and San breathing hard and Fennie and Seth giving those desperate, broken cries. Fen licked the saliva from Seth’s chin, then smashed their mouths together in a messy upside-down kiss.

“If only your alphas could see you like this,” San grunted, rambling to distract himself, every thrust hurtling him closer to his own climax. “Ass up, getting railed into the mattress. I should have recorded this for them. They’d be so proud of their greedy little sluts. So open and wet you barely even needed prep.”

“So fucking wet,” Binnie growled. “Fuck, my knot is already starting to swell. Can you feel it, Seth?”

Seth moaned, nodding jerkily, tongue lolling out to tangle with Fen’s once more.

San’s knot was flaring as well. He watched it punch past Fen’s abused rim, addicted to the uh, uh, uhs that fell from one omega’s lips only to be swallowed by the other.

San spanked Fen’s ass just hard enough to get his attention. “I want to feel you come on my cock. Touch yourself.”

Fenny reached between his legs, moaning as he started to stroke himself.

Binnie was looking down now, his gaze glued to where he and Seth were joined, keeping him spread open so he could watch himself fuck in and out of his tight little ass. Something slithered through San’s belly. Not jealousy. Envy, maybe? Maybe he should let Binnie fuck him, just once. Unlike other alphas, San knew he could trust his mate. And he clearly fucked like a champion.

San bit back a smile as he said, “Puppy?” Binnie’s gaze snapped to his immediately. “No knotting. No coming inside.”

He frowned in confusion but nodded anyway.

Seth gave San his biggest hurt eyes and pouty mouth.

“Seth,” San said. “Can you do something for me, baby?”

Seth slow-blinked at him with blown pupils, already so deep in his sub space. “Yes, alpha?”

“Can you show Binnie how good you are with your mouth? I wanna watch you touch yourself while he fucks your mouth. Can you do that for me?”

Seth moaned, nodding just as quickly as Binnie. The subbiest of subs, those two.

“Close,” Fen gasped.

San gave a low rumble deep in his chest. “Good. Good boy. Gonna breed you now. Gonna give you my knot.”

Fen whimpered, canting his hips even deeper.

Binnie pulled free of Seth’s body, moving to the side so San could watch him feed Seth his cock. Seth opened wide, sucking his own slick from the head, then let Binnie fuck into him in short, shallow thrusts. Seth’s hand settled over his own flushed cock, jerking it as Binnie quickened his pace. Seth gazed up at the alpha with wide, almost innocent eyes. Binnie groaned, fisting his hand in Seth’s hair, thrusting deeper.

San returned his attention to Fen as the wet sounds of Seth’s mouth reached his ears. San’s knot was no longer slipping inside easily but pounding against Fen’s entrance. “Fuck. Fuck. Need to knot you, Fenny. Need to fuck you full. Let me in.”

“Bite me,” Fen panted. “I need to feel your teeth in me.”

San yanked him back up, plastering his back to San’s chest once more, sinking his teeth into their pack bite as he drove his hips upward. Fen gave a sharp cry as San’s knot locked inside, Fenny clenching down hard on San as he came, his walls spasming around San’s knot. San’s eyes rolled behind his lids, euphoria hitting him like a wave, sucking him under and knocking his brain offline for a full minute.

When he came back to his body, Fenny was shivering through the aftershocks of his orgasm. San wrapped his arm around his middle, tucking his chin over Fen’s shoulder as they both remembered how to breathe again. “Thank you.”

“Don’t be stupid,” Fen said with a laugh.

A wet gag dragged their attention back to Seth and Binnie just as Binnie winced. “Sorry.”

“Fuck, our baby looks so pretty on his knees, doesn’t he, Fenny?” San said.

Tears streamed down Seth’s chubby pink cheeks, drool coating his chin, as his little hand jerked himself in time with Binnie’s thrusts.

“Hand me your phone,” Fen said.

San held onto Fen as he leaned for his phone, snagging it from the side table, unlocked it, and handed it to Fen. He opened the camera app, slid it to the video option, then pressed record. “Saint’s gonna want to see this.”

“Mm,” San agreed. “He loves showing off his boy.”

Seth whined in frustration, sniffling.

“He wants more, puppy,” San said. “He wants you to go harder.”

Binnie looked at San, brows knitting together. “I don’t want to hurt him.”

“You won’t,” Fen promised. “Saint uses him harder than this. Hell, I’ve used him harder than this.”

Binnie wiped a tear from Seth’s cheek. “Just tap my leg if you want me to stop.”

Binnie gripped Seth’s hair tight, fucking into his throat hard and fast, dragging these gurgling sounds from him as he fought past his gag reflex. Fen groaned, clenching around San’s knot, pulling a grunt out of him. Seth gagged, but Binnie forced him to push past it, not stopping until Seth’s lips pressed against his trimmed pubic hair.

“Fuck, they look so good,” Fen whispered, trying and failing to hold the camera steady. “I’m gonna get hard again.”

“If you keep wiggling, I’m going to come again,” San said through gritted teeth.

“Sorry,” Fen said, not sounding sorry at all.

Binnie started making these tiny half-bitten grunts, returning to those short little pulses instead of fucking his throat.

“He’s close,” Fen murmured.

“Come on his tongue, puppy,” San ordered.

Binnie pulled out, stroking his cock hard and fast, using Seth’s spit as lube. “Open up for me, little one.”

The omega whimpered, then unfurled his tongue, mouth wide as he gazed up at Binnie through wet lashes.

“That’s it. Fuck, you’re so pretty,” Binnie muttered, dragging another whimper from the omega. “Fuck. Fuck.”

Seth suddenly wrapped a hand around Binnie’s knot. Binnie moaned, his knees almost giving out as he came hard, his meager release spilling onto Seth’s tongue. Seth swallowed it like it was sacred, squeezing his knot until Binnie hissed from oversensitivity.

Fen ended the video, then pulled up Saint’s contact, attaching the video and pressing send.

San’s knot had gone down enough to slip free of Fen, but he held him there, keeping him plugged.

Fen made grabby hands at Seth. “Come here, baby. Let us get you off.”

A blush crept up Seth’s neck all the way to the tips of his ears. “No need,” he said, looking down at his now spent cock and his sticky fingers.

“Did Binnie coming on your tongue make you come, too?”

Seth gave a shy nod.

“Sweet boy,” San said.

Binnie took wet wipes and carefully cleaned the tears and snot and spit from Seth’s face. “That’s better.”

Seth beamed at him.

“I sent a video of you deep-throating Binnie to Saint,” Fen said. “You looked so hot.”

“Yeah?” Seth asked, tone dubious.

“Duh. You’re gorgeous. Come here. I’ll show you.”

Binnie scratched the back of his neck as Fen and Seth curled up on either side of San. “I’m gonna go take a shower, love.”

“Okay, puppy.”

When the door closed, Fen asked San, “How do you feel?”

San grimaced. “Like every three hours or so I get possessed by a horny demon. I hate ruts. They get in the way of everything.”

“Heats aren’t much better,” Seth said, voice hoarse.

“At least with heats, you don’t feel like you’re taking advantage of some helpless omega. I hate how much it turns me on when you fight me,” San admitted.

“I think it’s hot,” Fen admitted.

Seth nodded against his chest. “Me too.” After a minute, Seth sighed. “I hope your rut makes me go into heat again. Even better if Saint goes into rut, too.”

“Saint in rut is gonna be wild,” Fen said. “If you’re not in heat, you’ll have to let us help, too. All of us. He’s near feral on a good day.”

“You sound like you’re already daydreaming about it,” San said.

“What? He’s hot and there’s something to be said for the silent type that only gets verbal when he’s plowing you.”

“Can I see the tape?” Seth asked, completely unbothered by his friend's frank discussion of his mate’s sexual prowess.

San kissed the top of his head. “Sure, baby.”

They hit play, and Seth’s breath punched out of him as the filthy sounds of Binnie using Seth’s throat filled the room. The scent of Seth’s anxiety and arousal thickened. “What’s wrong?”

“Do you think I look okay?” he asked timidly.

They both stared at him. How did he not see how beautiful he was? San blamed his fucking mother. He wrapped a hand under his chin, tilting his head up to kiss him softly. “Are you crazy? You look incredible.”

Seth chewed on his lip for a bit before asking, “Do you think Saint will think?—”

They all startled as the door burst open, Saint striding into the room and scooping Seth up bridal-style like he weighed nothing.

For a moment, San’s heart plummeted, thinking they’d been wrong about Saint’s reaction.

Seth’s anxiety spiked. “Are you mad?”

Saint stopped short, looking genuinely confused. “Mad? Why would I be mad? Do you know how hot you looked, little one? I’m taking you to our room. We’re gonna take a long bath and then I’m going to spend the rest of the night reclaiming you from the inside out.”

“Yes, alpha,” Seth said dreamily, resting his head against Saint’s chest.

“He’s still pretty deep in his sub-space,” San said. “And he’s feeling a little insecure about the video.”

Saint nodded. “I’ve got him. Let me know if you need him back. I want to watch.” Seth slapped Saint’s chest weakly. “What? I can’t help that it turns me on to see my pack giving my needy baby what he needs.”

“I think my rut is winding down. It was a lot shorter this time,” San said. “But we’ll see.”

Once they were gone, Fen yawned. “I’m gonna take a nap until the next wave hits. Snuggle me?”

San rolled them both onto their sides, burying his face against Fen’s throat, breathing him in. As much as he hated having his rut, this was, by far, the easiest one he’d ever had. Thanks to his pack. San’s heart constricted as he thought of all the danger swirling around them. If anything happened to them, he’d die.

“Whatever you're thinking about is stinky,” Fen mumbled. “Stop.”

San winced, shaking away his intrusive thoughts. “Sorry, babe.”

He was fading to sleep when he heard the bathroom door open. Lips brushed his temple. “I’ll be back. Gonna go talk to Loch and the others.”

“Mm, okay,” San mumbled. “Love you.”

“You too, love.”