Vengeful Bonds #2

32. Seth

Seth was nervous. Why was he nervous? Maybe nervous wasn’t the right word. Anxious? Excited? He had butterflies. Literal butterflies. It wasn’t Saint’s rut that had him so on edge. Well, it wasn’t just that. They’d described him as sweaty and…cranky? That was Saint after almost every workout. Seth could easily handle that.

He wasn’t afraid of his mate or his alpha, feral or not. Seth didn’t know many things with certainty, but he knew that Saint would never hurt him more than he could handle. Saint loved him. Like… really loved him. Seth didn’t know why, but he was selfish enough to take that love, anyway.

Months ago, Saint had sat beside him on the living room sofa and sworn to worship Seth, to remind him he was wanted anytime he needed. And he’d fulfilled that promise. Every day and night. Sometimes, several times a night. He took such good care of Seth that it scared him. He couldn’t imagine life without his alpha. He was so good to Seth it felt like he didn’t do enough for his alpha.

The swarm of butterflies in his belly had everything to do with himself. What if he couldn’t even get pregnant? Saint would never leave him. Seth knew he took the bite seriously. But what if the only ones who could give him babies were Fen and Ollie? What if Seth was the defective one? It wasn’t unusual for pack omegas to have children with several pack members. Nobody would think less of Seth if he wasn’t able to give them those babies.

But Seth would. He would spiral and wallow, worrying constantly that Saint and the others only kept him around because they pitied him. Logically, he knew it was ridiculous, but logic rarely played a role in Seth’s self-esteem. His family had planted this deep-seated loathing in him at an early age and the roots were now far too deep for anyone to pull out.

Though he’d practically sprinted up the stairs at the news that his alpha was in rut, by the time he reached their floor, he was walking like he was sinking in quicksand, afraid of Saint smelling the anxiety rolling off him. Saint would usually cuddle him or fuck him until he felt better, but he wasn’t sure how much of Saint he’d find once he got to their room.

He was about three feet from their doorway when Saint’s pheromones hit him like an EMP, rocking him back on his heels and dulling his senses to all but the rich, buttery scent of his alpha. Seth didn’t have much experience with alphas in rut. He’d only experienced San’s over the years and he was rarely aggressive. He was mostly just whiny and horny.

This wall of pheromones was oppressive. It clouded his mind, replacing it with this pure primal instinct to submit. It almost brought him to his knees and they weren’t even face-to-face yet. He grew light-headed, a gush of slick ruining his perfectly good underwear. Part of him was happy that nobody was around to see the effect this was having on him, but another part of him kind of wished he had a chaperone.

How was this only Saint’s pre-rut? It was so strong, like walking through a heavy fog. A heavy fog that made Seth throb with need. He could taste his alpha on his tongue. His mating mark pulsed, this intense hunger pulling him forward, his inner omega screaming at him to hurry up and roll over for their alpha. It was scary. It was hot as fuck.

His hands shook as he turned the knob to their room. Saint glanced up as he entered, gaze sweeping hungrily over him from head to toe. Seth couldn’t stop the whine that escaped as he took in his alpha. He was reclined on the pillows in only black sweatpants, one arm behind his head, the other holding a book like it was any other day.

How did he look so unaffected? This was his rut, not Seth’s heat. He didn’t look sweaty or cranky. He looked incredible. Delicious. The only thing indicating he was in any way hormonal was the absolutely filthy way his gaze raked over Seth’s mostly naked body.

Seth swallowed audibly. He couldn’t blame his alpha for the way he looked at him. Seth was sure he was looking at him the same way. He was so wet already. He wanted to run his tongue along the hard ridges of his abdomen, taste the salt on his skin, sink his teeth into his mating mark until blood exploded on his tongue. They were only a short distance apart but the need to close the gap was a physical ache in his core.

He giggled, then slapped his hand over his mouth when he realized he couldn’t stop. Saint’s lips quirked up at the corners, and he tossed the book across the room to give his omega his full attention.

Seth giggled once more, then fell back against the door. What was wrong with him?

“Alpha,” Seth managed, his voice high and whiny.

Saint curled his finger at him, pupils so blown his eyes were black. “Come here, little one.”

His alpha’s pheromones had his eyes rolling in his head. His legs felt heavy. “I don’t know if I can,” he admitted, another little laugh escaping against his will.

Saint was on his feet in one graceful move, prowling closer until he was crowding Seth against the door. Saint’s skin was on fire where they touched. The others weren’t lying when they said Saint was hot. His skin was scorching, though it didn’t seem damp.

Saint tipped Seth’s chin up.

“You’re scent drunk,” he teased, his amusement obvious.

Scent drunk? Him? He’d heard of it but didn’t know it was a real thing. Omegas getting so high off an alpha’s pheromones that they lost all control. Seth gazed up at his gorgeous alpha, reaching anvil-heavy arms up to cup his scratchy cheeks.

“Whose fault is that?” he slurred, then giggled again. “You’re the one doing it. ‘snot me.”

“Yeah?” Saint crooned. “Does alpha already have you all hot and bothered, little one? Let me check.”

Seth whimpered as Saint slid his hands down the back of Seth’s underwear, palms sliding over his slippery skin. “Oh, baby. You’re soaked. Is that my fault, too? Is alpha why you’re making such a big mess?”

Seth could only stand there, mouth gaping as his alpha pressed two fingers between his cheeks, rubbing them over his rim. He gasped as Saint plunged them past his entrance.

“Messy. Messy. Messy,” Saint chided, punctuating each word by fucking his fingers inside with a wet squelch that had Seth burning with embarrassment even as his cock tented his underwear, the fabric darkened where he was already leaking.

“Don’t tease me,” he whined, trying to bury his face in Saint’s chest.

The alpha used his free hand to fist Seth’s hair, keeping him from hiding. He slipped his fingers free of the tight clench of the omega’s body, holding them up for him to see the way his slick ran down his fingers in rivulets.

“Look at this,” Saint said, shaking his head like he was disappointed. “Dirty boy.” Indignation burned in Seth’s chest. He wanted to protest, wanted to scream again that this was all his fault, but no words would come. He could only stand there, pinned in place by his alpha’s darkened stare, as he pushed the two digits past Seth’s lips.

The tart taste of apples made him moan. Saint rubbed the pads of his fingers over Seth’s tongue. “Clean them off.”

He whimpered but did as he was told, plunging his tongue between Saint’s fingers, then nursing on them loudly, even as he burned with humiliation.

“Such a good boy for alpha,” Saint crooned. “Aren’t you?”

Seth’s heart was beating like a sledgehammer against his ribs, his thoughts hazy. Saint forced him to nod, but that wasn’t good enough for his alpha.

“Say it,” he growled.

Seth tried. He opened his mouth, then closed it again. His tongue felt clumsy, like he was no longer in control of it. “I’m?—”

“Look at me and tell me,” Saint demanded, forcing the omega’s head back until their eyes met once more.

Seth gasped at the barely restrained hunger he saw glinting in his alpha’s usually kind eyes.

“I’m a good boy for alpha,” Seth managed in a hushed whisper, a fresh gush of slick running down his thighs. He watched Saint’s nostrils flare and knew he could smell the effect he was having on him.

Saint’s hand closed around his chin, tipping his head then slanting their lips together. With one hand holding his jaw and the other locked in his hair, Seth was completely at Saint’s mercy. He could only stand there and let his alpha plunder his mouth as he pleased. And he did.

He kissed him and kissed him until he was breathless, until he was dizzy from it. He drank from his lips until Saint’s scent was all there was. It clung to his skin, seeped into his pores. Nobody existed but his alpha, not even himself. Seth wasn’t real, he didn’t feel corporeal, he was just some…ephemeral creature made entirely to please his mate. He was just there to be used.

“They said…” Seth tried only for Saint to sweep his tongue into his mouth once more, causing his thoughts to scatter like leaves.

He whined, but the alpha just swallowed it down, stopping only to bite at his lips or suck on his tongue. Only when he grew restless, moving to bite along Seth’s jaw, did he try to speak again. “They said this was your pre-rut.”

“And?” Saint said before sinking his teeth into Seth’s mating mark, making him cry out, more wetness running down his thighs.

“How? Your pheromones… I can’t think.”

Saint’s hands traveled lower, curling around the backs of his thighs. Seth gasped as he was hoisted into the air, wrapping his legs around the alpha’s waist without thought, clinging to him. He buried his face in Saint’s neck, scenting him, drenching himself in his smell until his own was gone.

“You don’t need to think, little one,” Saint told him, carrying him to the bed. “You just need to lie there and let me use you.”

He dropped Seth onto the mattress. The omega scrambled backwards, eyes wide as his alpha stalked him up the bed and hovered above him, staring down at him with a look that made him hot, then cold.

“You can do that for me, can’t you?” he purred, like he was trying to seduce him.

As if he needed to do that.

Seth swallowed the sudden lump in his throat.

“Yes, alpha,” he whispered.

Saint sat back on his knees, grabbing the waistband of Seth’s underwear, yanking them down and then off. He tossed them over the side of the bed. Seth cringed as they landed on the hardwood floor with a wet splat.

That was so embarrassing. Luckily, Saint didn’t seem to notice. He was too busy staring at him like he was his next meal.

Seth closed his eyes and waited, half expecting Saint to just flip him over and fuck him without another word. When nothing happened, Seth cracked his eyelids open, breath stuttering when he saw his alpha just…looking at him.

When he made no move to do anything more, Seth began to squirm. “Don’t…” he mumbled, covering his face with his palms.

Saint’s hands wrapped around his wrists, wrenching them away and pinning them to the bed on either side of his head. “I’ll do as I please, omega.”

“Alpha…I?—”

“Who do you belong to?” he rasped, his gaze boring a hole through Seth.

The omega whimpered, his cock dripping. “You. Just you, alpha.”

“Exactly,” he growled. “If I want to look at any part of you, I’ll do so. And you’ll sit there quietly like a good boy. Won’t you?”

His words weren’t an actual question. They were a warning.

“Alpha…” Seth whined.

He couldn’t think straight. His body was no longer his own. His nipples were pebbled, his cock leaking, his ass drenched in enough slick to destroy even the best mattress protector. He needed him to touch him. He needed him to do something more than just look at him.

Saint nosed his head to the side, his teeth sinking into the shell of Seth’s ear, his voice barely human as he said, “This is where you say, ‘Yes, alpha.’”

“Yes, alpha,” Seth managed.

“Keep your hands right here,” Saint said before releasing his wrists.

Seth didn’t consider himself a rule breaker or a thrill seeker. He wasn’t one to rock the boat. Most sane people didn’t taunt an alpha that other alphas called feral. But Seth just couldn’t help himself.

He tried to sit up. “Alpha…”

A hand settled in the center of his chest, forcing him back down. Suddenly, Saint loomed over him once more. He closed the distance between them, pressing a deceptively soft, lingering kiss to Seth’s lips, then pulled back, tugging down his chin and spitting into his mouth.

Seth swallowed without thought.

“Now’s not the time to be brave, little one.” He slid his hands down Seth’s chest, pinching his nipples until he cried out. Saint soothed them with his thumbs, tsking like he hadn’t wanted to hurt him.

“Just be good for alpha, little one,” he said, dipping his head to bite over the swollen peak.

Seth moaned, warmth bubbling between his hip bones.

“I’m barely hanging on,” Saint said, moving to drag his teeth over his other nipple.

Seth rutted his hips into the air, whining when there was nothing to grind on. He needed Saint to touch him. He was losing his mind.

“I don’t… I can’t…” Seth sobbed, tears escaping to roll down his flushed cheeks.

“You can. You will,” Saint promised, nipping Seth’s lip hard enough for him to taste blood. “You’re going to be a good boy and let me breed you.” He licked into Seth’s mouth, sucking on the tip of his tongue, pulling away before he could kiss back. “That’s what you want, right? You want alpha to fuck his pups into you. Want him to give you his babies?”

Seth couldn’t stop the high-pitched whine that escaped. “Yes, I?—”

“Then don’t fight,” he crooned, licking away his tears. “Just lie there and take what alpha gives you.” His tongue slipped past his lips in a filthy kiss. “It’s not like you have a choice, anyway.”

Seth whimpered, letting Saint lick into his mouth again and again.

“You’re not leaving until I say,” he said calmly. “If you fight me, I’ll just hold you down. If you keep fighting, I’ll scruff you. You’re not getting off my knot until I’m done with you.”

Seth couldn’t catch his breath. He could feel drool leaking from the corner of his mouth, but Saint wouldn’t stop kissing him long enough to do anything about it. His whole body was so…aware—every little touch made him feel seconds from coming untouched. Had anyone ever died from dirty talk?

“Not fighting you, alpha…” he promised, restless beneath him. “I-I’ll be good. I just need…”

“What do you need, little one?” Saint asked, dipping his head to bite his cheek until he moaned.

“You,” Seth managed, chest heaving. “I just need you. I need you inside. Breed me. I want a baby. Please, alpha. Please, I want your baby so badly.”

Saint’s snarl vibrated through Seth’s entire being and then his body just…stopped cooperating. He was paralyzed for lack of a better word. He couldn’t lift his arms, couldn’t raise his head. He was boneless, weightless. He could only gaze up at his alpha through half-opened eyelids.

When Saint realized his omega was his to do with as he pleased, he gave a satisfied rumble, nosing Seth’s head to the side once more to lick over the indentations of his mating mark.

“That’s better. My pretty omega. My perfect boy. So good for alpha. Gonna give you what you need.”

Saint sat back, picking up one of Seth’s legs, then ran his tongue along his inner thigh, collecting the slick there and closing his eyes as he swallowed it like it was some kind of sacrament. When he did it a second time, Seth made a noise that was all complaint. Saint sank his teeth into the meat of his thigh until Seth screamed.

Saint’s grunt was as close as Seth would get to an apology. He could feel blood running down his thigh. A moment later, Saint bit him again, then once more before putting his leg down and moving to give the other the same treatment.

By the time Saint rolled him onto his belly, he was delirious, his whole body throbbing with awareness, floating on a place beyond pleasure and pain. He wasn’t afraid. If anything, he was relieved.

Saint had rendered him unable to fight so that he didn’t lose control and hurt him. Having his choices taken away eased something inside him. He didn’t have to make any decisions. He just had to be good for his alpha and he would give him his baby. Seth could do that. He wanted to do that.

He felt the bed shifting beneath him and heard the rustle of fabric that could only be Saint removing his clothes. When Saint draped himself over Seth once more, his skin was on fire and he was panting against Seth’s neck. His breath hitched as Saint settled his hard length in the crease of Seth’s ass. He was so fucking huge. Sometimes, he couldn’t even fathom how it fit inside him, even without his knot.

Seth jumped as Saint pressed his lips to the back of his neck. For a split second, he wondered if he planned to scruff him, anyway. Instead, he just sort of gnawed on the spot, sucking, then licking, before scraping his teeth over it. Goosebumps erupted all over Seth’s body.

He gave a pained cry as Saint’s teeth sank into his shoulder, breaking the skin once again. He soothed it just as quickly, licking over it with a whining noise like he couldn’t stop himself, like he just had to mark him up.

Maybe he did. No matter how apologetic he sounded, he bit him again and again. His shoulder, his neck, below his shoulder blade, above his ribs…wherever his lips touched, his teeth followed, opening the skin beneath them.

Seth cried then. It hurt. It hurt so badly, but every single part of him was on fire. He was so hard it was agonizing, his cock weeping where it was trapped between his stomach and the mattress, his hole clenching desperately on nothing as he drenched himself and sobbed pathetically.

Saint was too far gone, just muttering to himself. “Mine. My omega. My mate. My pretty boy. So good for me.”

Seth understood Fen now. Why he’d stayed with Loch when his alpha had lost control. Seth would let Saint tear the flesh from his bones as long as he praised him while he did it, as long as he called him his omega. He shivered as Saint dragged his tongue down his spine, waiting for the sharp stab of teeth.

Instead, the alpha’s muscular arms snaked beneath Seth’s thighs, large hands gripping his ass and spreading him open. Seth gasped as cold air hit his wet hole, making him clench on nothing.

It didn’t last long.

Seth choked out another needy sob as Saint lapped at his rim with a near animalistic growl. Seth’s eyes rolled, pleasure shocking through him with each soft sweep of his alpha’s tongue. He wanted to rut his hips into the mattress, needed that friction to ease the ache in his neglected cock. But he was trapped, forced to take only what Saint gave him.

It wasn’t like it was the first time Saint had eaten him out. It wasn’t even the first time that day, but there was something about having to just lie there that made it all so much hotter. The sounds were obscene. His alpha was alternating between broad sweeps of his tongue and small little licks, his fingers squeezing the soft fat of his ass hard enough to bruise.

The more Saint took, the more slick Seth’s body released. Saint drank it up greedily, sucking at him like it wasn’t enough, like it was his first drop of water after days in the desert. He mouthed at him until he started to feel swollen down there, his skin almost raw. He needed more.

“Alpha…alpha…please.”

Saint ignored him. Seth didn’t even know what he was asking for, anyway. He just had to do something, had to say…something. This wasn’t enough to fill the ache. He moaned when Saint plunged his tongue inside, forcing the wet muscle deeper with each thrust.

It still wasn’t enough.

There was this deep emptiness in his core, this hollow space that only Saint’s cock could fill.

“Please,” Seth wailed, sobbing into the pillow beneath his head. “Alpha, need you…please… Need your knot. Need it inside… I’ve been good… Haven’t I been…please…inside me.”

He yelped as teeth sank into his ass cheek, but before he could even really comprehend the sharp sting, Saint was on him once more, skin blistering against his own, the blunt head of his cock pressing against Seth’s sensitive entrance.

“You need my cock? My knot?” he growled in his ear.

“Yes,” Seth cried. “Fuck me. Knot me. Breed m?—”

Saint buried himself in one hard thrust, stealing Seth’s words and the air from his lungs. No matter how many times they did this, it was always too much. Saint was always too big, Seth’s body struggling to accept him. He moaned as his alpha stretched his insides in the best possible way.

He loved his pack mates more than almost anything, but no other alpha’s knot felt like it was made for Seth. It felt as if, when he’d taken his virginity, he’d molded his insides to fit only him. It didn’t matter what other alphas visited, Seth’s body was Saint’s home. Made just for him.

Saint withdrew until only the head remained inside, then slammed back in, jostling Seth farther up the mattress before yanking him back down and pinning him in place. “How’s it feel, little one?”

“s’good. Than’ you,” he slurred. “So full.”

Saint snapped his hips into him, dragging his cock against that bundle of nerves that had Seth seeing stars. “Yeah? Feel good? Is alpha giving you what you need?”

“Yes… Need your knot… Need you to fuck…your pups into me,” he babbled mindlessly, unable to stop the words pouring past his lips. “Need your babies… Need your cum… Please, alpha…aren’t I good? ‘said I was good…just for you…”

“Fuck,” Saint rasped.

He planted one hand between Seth’s shoulder blades and the other beside his head, pushing his legs apart as he fucked into him hard and fast, washing away what little rational thought still existed.

“Is this enough, little one? Is this enough to satisfy my slutty little omega? Is alpha fucking you hard enough? Deep enough?”

“Yes. Yes. Yes,” Seth muttered, a near euphoric feeling pulsing through him every time his alpha bottomed out.

Seth could feel his alpha’s knot swelling each time it plunged past his entrance. “Yes, knot me,” he sobbed, too far gone to be embarrassed by his own desperation. “Need it… Need you… Need alpha.”

He made a distressed sound deep in his chest as Saint’s weight disappeared, but then he was yanking Seth’s hips off the mattress, holding him up as he pounded into him. Seth couldn’t stop the sounds escaping with every thrust. His alpha was so deep, and his knot was catching on his rim now with every pass, Saint forcing him to take it in again and again.

“Alpha,” he slurred. “S’good. Pups. Give me…please. I’ve been good. I’ve been so…please.”

“Alpha’s got you, little one,” he grunted. “Gonna give you what you need. Gonna knot your greedy little hole, fuck you full of my pups, keep you on my knot until it takes.”

One more hard thrust and Saint’s knot locked inside, tugging with each shallow thrust as he continued to chase his own release within Seth.

Seth gasped as Saint locked an arm around his waist then rolled them onto their sides, taking the omega’s painfully neglected cock in hand as he continued to fuck into him. “Come for me, omega. I wanna feel you come on my knot.”

One hard twist of his wrist and Seth was crying out, white hot pleasure ripping through him as he painted the sheets beside him. Saint worked him through the aftershocks until he whined at the oversensitivity.

Two thrusts later and Saint groaned, grinding his hips against Seth’s ass. “Fuck. That’s it. Good boy. Fuck. Gonna fill you up now. Gonna give you my pups.”

Seth could feel his alpha’s cock throbbing inside, could feel his release filling him up until it was this side of painful, until he thought his stomach might burst. It was so much. Did alphas in rut come more? Was that a thing? He hoped so. It would only help their chances.

His head began to spin, his thoughts growing hazier by the second. Please, let it take. Please, let it take. Please, let it take. Was he going to pass out? That was the last thought he had. When he opened his eyes again, they were still locked together, Saint licking over his mating mark, his hand splayed possessively across Seth’s bloated tummy.

Saint pressed a soft kiss to his shoulder. “You okay?”

“Mm,” Seth said, a lazy smile spreading across his face as he stretched.

Saint moaned as Seth’s body clenched around him, releasing more of his cum inside him. “Baby…” he groaned.

Seth nestled deeper into his arms. “Did I pass out?”

“Only for a few minutes. I didn’t hurt you too much, did I?” Saint asked, sounding adorably anxious.

“How would you have hurt me? You pretty much turned me into your human sex toy,” he teased. “I couldn’t even move.”

“Sorry,” he said, sounding not sorry at all. “I didn’t know I could do that with just my pheromones. Though, I think you might just be more sensitive to them.”

“It was hot,” Seth promised, craning his head back over his shoulder until Saint got the message and captured his lips in a sloppy off-center kiss. “I do have one question, though.”

“What’s that?” Saint asked, sounding amused.

“Are you sure that was just your pre-rut?” he asked, a little breathless at the thought.

Saint laughed softly. “Oh, I’m positive, little one. We haven’t even started.”

Holy shit. “Then I’m gonna need you to feed me. Now,” he demanded.

Saint pressed a kiss to the top of his head, reaching blindly for his phone. “I got you, baby. I got you.”