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This wasn’t his Saint. This was Saint’s alpha. Seth suddenly wished his own omega would overtake him so he could stop feeling worthless.
“Come on, little one. Show me how good you can be for alpha.”
Seth’s cock throbbed, this desperate ache pulsing in his core even as he cried harder, forcing his hips upwards and spreading his legs wider. The alpha slapped his ass again hard. Seth’s hips rolled back instinctively, trying to grind back on him but finding nothing.
Saint tsked, sinking a finger into Seth’s needy hole, then pulling it out, laughing when Seth whined, rocking back once again. He couldn’t help it. He needed to be filled.
“Please, alpha,” he begged.
“That’s so cute,” Saint crooned. “You’re so eager to please. No wonder he can’t get enough of you.”
Seth gave another pathetic whine, earning two more sharp slaps, one on each ass cheek.
“Fuck, you sound so pitiful. Will you stay this needy while you’re underneath me?”
Seth shivered at his words, not sure if Saint wanted him to answer or not. Was it a compliment? Did he care? “I’ll do whatever alpha wants.”
“Whatever I want?” Saint asked, amusement dripping into his tone. “What if what I want is to devour you whole? Will you let me do that, too?”
Before Seth could answer, the alpha crawled over him. Goosebumps erupted along his skin as more saliva dripped onto his neck. It was like being pinned by a rabid dog. He nipped at Seth’s skin, pulling another startled cry from him.
Saint’s alpha chuckled. “You cry and whimper like a wounded animal. A cute little chipmunk with a broken leg, too weak to run.” He placed his lips over Seth’s pulse. “Your heart is racing. Are you…afraid of me?”
Excitement dripped from every syllable. He wanted Seth to be afraid. Seth’s painfully neglected cock leaked onto the mattress below, his head swimming as the alpha flooded the room with his pheromones, ratcheting up both his fear and desire.
“You like that, huh, little one?” he said, breath hot on his neck. “You’re dripping at the thought of being my prey.”
He tried to shake his head, but Saint’s teeth sank into his skin just enough to remind him who was in charge. “Alpha…”
“You love to play pretend. I hear your silly little games.” His voice took on a mocking tone. “‘It hurts, alpha.’ ‘Please don’t, alpha.’ ‘I’m scared, alpha.’”
Seth burned with humiliation.
“Tell me…will you love it just as much when it’s for real? Will you love it when I pin you down and force you to take it for real?” Saint taunted.
Seth moaned, pulling a raspy laugh from the alpha that made him shiver.
“I find it adorable how much you like being weak.”
Seth could feel himself slipping, could feel his omega taking over, desperate to submit to his alpha’s demands.
He yelped as Saint’s nails dug into his skin, dragging painfully along his sides, leaving a burning sting in their wake. The smell of blood filled his nose, making him woozy.
“You gonna let alpha use you, little one?” his alpha crooned. “Or are you gonna make me hold you down and fuck my pups into you?”
Seth started to nod, then changed his mind, shaking his head. He was so confused. He couldn’t think straight. Saint’s alpha chuckled once more, Seth’s whole body in flames at his condescension.
The weight draped over him disappeared, leaving him cold. “Go ahead, little one. Show alpha how empty you are.”
Seth’s hole gushed slick, but he didn’t even have it in him to be embarrassed anymore. He was already too far gone. He reached back, spreading himself open, his fingers slipping on his slick-soaked skin. “Here…please… It hurts so bad.”
“It wouldn’t hurt if you had waited for alpha,” his mate chastised, his voice cold. “Did you really think you could do it on your own? Hmm?”
“I-I didn’t want to bother you,” he said faintly, realizing how stupid that sounded the moment the words were out there hanging between them.
The alpha scoffed. “You would be split open on alpha’s knot right now, my cum filling you up. Now, you have to wait.”
Seth wailed at the thought of staying empty any longer, unable to stop the sobs racking through him as he twisted his fingers in the sheets. He jolted forward as sharp teeth sank into his ass cheek deep enough to break the skin. He shivered as Saint’s warm tongue licked over the wound.
A moment later, the alpha did it again, biting down hard on his flank, only stopping when he broke the skin. Each time, Seth would cry out sharply, only for the alpha to lick at the wound in a way that felt almost like an apology.
Almost.
“What are you doing?” Seth whispered.
Saint bit him again. Then again. He ignored him for so long, Seth thought he wouldn’t answer.
Finally, he said, “Marking what’s mine.”
“You’ve claimed me,” Seth reminded him, breathless at the raw possession in his tone.
Saint scoffed. “You’re so desperate for a knot your pheromones are calling out to every alpha in this house,” he said, his words dripping with disdain, like Seth was bad.
“They know who I belong to.”
Saint growled. “Nobody is breeding you but me. Nobody’s putting their pups in you but me. I don’t care if I have to sink my teeth into every inch of flesh on your body until every fucking alpha in this house knows you’re mine.”
Seth moaned even as he shook his head. “I just want you. Only you, alpha.”
“Don’t act like you don’t love our pack alpha knotting your greedy little cunt. I still remember the way you nursed my cock so desperately while he fucked your sloppy hole, the way you whined on his knot while you looked up at me with those big doe eyes.”
“Are you…jealous?” Seth asked.
Saint ignored him, opting instead to maim more of his skin with his teeth and claws. Seth choked on another sob, his whole body throbbing with pleasure and pain.
“So what if I do love it?” Seth finally cried. “You fucking love it, too. But it’s your pups I want. It’s you who I let claim me.” If he didn’t knot him soon, Seth was certain he was going to go insane. “I need you inside me. I need your knot. Your cum. I don’t care if it hurts. I don’t care if it kills me. Do whatever you have to do. I can’t take it. Just fuck me, please, alpha.”
Saint snarled, his weight heavy on Seth’s back once more. “Don’t. Fucking. Move.”
Seth opened his mouth in a silent scream as Saint sank his teeth into the back of his neck and buried his cock as deep inside him as it could go.
Seth’s fingers spasmed in the sheets, his brain short-circuiting as the alpha’s teeth clamped down harder. Seth went limp beneath him, collapsing beneath his weight like a puppet with his strings cut. He was completely at his alpha’s mercy.
His mouth hung slack, drool pooling onto the mattress beneath his cheek as Saint fucked him like he was some kennel bitch that needed breeding. He was frantic, his growls mixing with Seth’s pathetic whimpers and the slick sounds of his alpha pounding into him.
Saint had scruffed him, rendering him helpless. He couldn’t move, couldn’t think, could barely form words. This was breeding in the truest sense of the word. The alpha had him pinned to the mattress, his hips pistoning, his knot battering against his entrance as he fucked into him at an animalistic pace.
Seth’s omega loved it, his whole body flooded with heat, pleasure whiting out his vision every time Saint’s hips met his ass. “Please,” he slurred. “Give me your pups, alpha. Breed m-me. Wan’ your babies. ‘s good. ‘s so good.”
He had no idea what he was saying, but Saint was snapping his hips harder, faster, his breathing ragged. Seth cried as Saint’s knot battered against his hole. He knew there was no way for him to get inside unless Seth came, but it was impossible. No matter how good it felt, he was at Saint’s mercy.
Then Saint uttered one word right against his ear. “Come.”
His alpha voice.
Pleasure lit up Seth’s whole body, his climax crashing over him like a tidal wave, dragging him down into the depths. A sharp pain lanced through him as Saint forced his knot inside. It was quickly replaced by a dull ache every time it tugged him from the inside as Saint kept using him.
Seth was too far gone to care. He was barely conscious when Saint’s hips ground against his ass, heat flooding his core. He vaguely acknowledged Saint rolling them on their sides, wrapping himself around Seth’s much smaller frame, whining as he licked over his wounds.
Seth wanted to comfort him, to tell him he was fine, that he’d liked it, but he couldn’t get his brain and mouth to work in tandem. He could feel himself losing the fight with consciousness.
He thought he heard Saint whisper, “I love you,” but his world went black before it truly registered.
He resurfaced slowly, grasping things in stages. The heavy weight of his alpha’s pheromones still flooded the air. He had a headache. He was on his stomach. Something tugged hard at his wrist, then released. His alpha grunted from somewhere beside him like he was putting in a great deal of effort.
“Alpha?” His voice was raw.
He cracked his lids open to see Saint on his knees beside him. The alpha’s head snapped to his, pinning him in place with a strange look. Something about it filled Seth with an eerie feeling. He’d never seen his mate look this hazy or unfocused. He broke his gaze suddenly then disappeared from his line of sight.
“Saint?” he called, voice trembling.
He hissed as something pulled taut around his ankle. He tried to get his arms beneath him to raise himself up, but nothing happened. Dread pooled heavy in his belly as his eyes fell to the red fabric wrapped around his wrist…and the bedpost.
“Alpha…what are you doing? What’s wrong?”
He tugged on the rope, just to feel if there was even a little give. There wasn’t. Saint appeared in front of him once more, kneeling on the floor beside the bed, draping himself across it to rest his chin on his folded arms. They were almost nose to nose. Alarm bells were coming to life in Seth’s head. Saint smelled…wrong…like scorched butter.
“Nothing’s wrong, little one. Everything’s fine.”
“Fine?” Seth echoed.
Saint caressed his cheek. “It’s clear I can’t trust you to stay put. Now, you have no choice.”
“What?” Seth gasped even though he’d heard him just fine.
Saint gave him a patient smile that made him look insane given the glint in his unfocused gaze. “You have no idea how you smell right now, do you?” he muttered, agitation rolling off him in waves. “Every alpha in this house can smell how fertile you are. They all want to fuck you. I can’t trust that you won’t do something stupid, that they won’t do something stupid.”
“Saint—”
“Don’t worry,” he cooed, petting Seth’s hair off his forehead. “You don’t need them. You have me. I’ll give you what you need.”
“What I need?”
“Our pups. That’s what you want, right? Our baby. My baby. I’ll knot you over and over until it takes. No matter how long it takes. And you’ll just lie there and be good for me. Right? You can do that. Right, little one? You’re always so good for me.”
Was Seth dreaming? Was he caught in some kind of nightmare? No. This was happening. But it was fine. They had protocols in place for that reason.
“Don’t forget…I-I have to check in with the others or they’ll think there’s something wrong.” He gave his mate what he hoped looked like a genuine smile. “Remember?”
The smile Saint gave him in return was like an anvil in Seth’s stomach. “I already did.”
“Did what?”
Saint gave him a look like he was silly. “I checked in with Fen. I told him I was fine…well, that you were fine.”
Seth frowned. “What do you mean?”
“I used your phone to text him…to let him know you were perfectly fine.” He leaned in close and kissed his lips. “And you are…right?” Seth started to shake as the warmth bled from his mate’s eyes, replaced by a darkness he didn’t think him capable of. “Right?” he ground out.
Seth gave a stilted nod. “Y-Yeah, of course, baby. Why wouldn’t I be?”
Saint’s smile returned. “That’s what I thought. Are you hungry?”
Seth would rather swallow broken glass than eat. “Sure,” he said faintly. “Starving.”
Questions swirled in Seth’s head as he watched Saint go to the bag with their provisions. Was this the drug? Was this Saint gone feral? Had some combination of the two Frankenstein’d Seth’s perfect alpha into a fucking monster? More importantly…
What the fuck was he supposed to do about it?