Vengeful Bonds: Season One

21. Loch

Loch took a deep breath and let it out, taking his last gulp of pheromone-free air before he picked up the bags of food and water from the kitchen counter, heading upstairs for his second rations replenishment of the day. The house was quiet without San and Binnie arguing about the proper way to cook pot roast or whose mashed potato recipe was better. The storm from last night had passed without incident, only triggering the back-up generator for a few hours.

Maybe the two alphas had the right idea. Maybe choking on Deke’s presentation pheromones was not the way to survive when Loch’s future mate was still avoiding him like the plague. Ollie and Deke had been in there for over forty-eight hours now and they were still going at it.

Loudly.

Enthusiastically.

Violently.

Since the previous supplies Loch left were missing when he returned, he figured Deke was at least climbing off Ollie long enough to let the beta hydrate and eat. The last thing Loch needed was the two of them fucking to the point where medical intervention was needed. Especially with Ollie as their only medic.

Loch was checking in at regular intervals, but Ollie refused to let anyone take over to give him a break. While this wasn’t unusual with established couples—those not taking suppressants anyway—it was strange for the mate of a newly presented alpha. Though, to be fair, most newly presented alphas were barely old enough to drive much less have a mate. Most parents called in professionals or forced the baby alpha to quarantine to ride out their first rut all alone.

Either way, Ollie’s dedication to seeing Deke through his presentation was as fascinating as it was unusual. Ollie was many things—intelligent, handsome, painfully sarcastic—but self-sacrificing wasn’t one of them. Loch could only assume it meant that the moans and screams echoing through the hallways every so often were those of pleasure, not pain.

Loch’s brows knitted together as he got closer to Ollie’s room, picking up not only the overwhelming scent of an alpha in rut, but a strong omega scent. Two distinct omegas, to be exact. He turned the corner to find Fen and Seth on the floor outside Ollie’s door, ears pressed against the wood, knees to their chests, facing each other like adorable little bookends, bare feet touching.

Before Loch could say anything, a broken groan came from behind the door followed by Deke growling, “Hold still.”

Ollie’s breathless, “Yes, alpha,” had Fen whimpering and both omegas visibly shivering, looking at each other hungrily. Loch sniffed at the air, trying to smell whether the damage was already done. He could smell how horny they both were—how wet they both were—but he couldn’t tell if it was due to their heats or not.

What were they up to? Should he wait and see? Fenny had his bottom lip trapped between his teeth and Seth’s foot was creeping closer to Fenny’s clothed crotch. Were they just going to fuck out their frustrations in the hall right outside of Deke’s and Ollie’s room? Were they hoping the door would fly open and they’d ask the two omegas to join them?

“What are you two doing?” Loch asked sharply, trying to hide his amusement when they both jumped.

They tipped their gazes upward, cheeks pink and expressions guilty. “Nothing,” they said meekly in unison.

He arched a brow. “Nothing, huh?”

They looked at each other for a long moment, having some kind of silent conversation.

Finally, Fen said, “We were just…” then trailed off when another low, throaty moan came from the other side of the door, pulling another high-pitched whine from Fen.

Seth thudded his head against the door. “…just listening. You know, in case they needed anything. Food, water…”

“Help…” Fen added dreamily, letting his nails run down the door gently.

Loch fought another smile. “Are you two trying to trigger your heats? Or are you just eavesdropping like horny brats?” They looked at each other but said nothing, chins coming up like defiant little mirrors. They were both so fucking cute, it was really hard for Loch to pretend to chastise them, but it was also fun seeing them both so riled up. “Or is it both?”

Fen shrugged, defensive. “Why can’t we? Is there really an expectation of privacy around here? If we were a normal pack, we’d all be in there right now together…naked.” He took the other omega’s hand, looking at him heatedly. “You guys would be passing Seth and I around like party favors. We’d be getting Eiffel Towered until we passed out.”

“Maybe even after we passed out,” Seth said, pupils so dilated his eyes looked all black even from where Loch stood.

Loch steeled himself against the thought of Fen and Seth on their hands and knees, stuffed at both ends, doing his best to shake away the image before he got any harder than he already was. He’d been doing okay with the Deke situation so far. Sure, he’d doubled up on his suppressants and jerked off far more than usual, but he was coping. But if these two little shits kept up their stream of consciousness monologue of their fantasies, Loch wasn’t sure he could continue to maintain his composure.

“I’m so horny,” Fen whined, pouting.

Seth nodded then huffed dramatically. “This sucks.”

Loch smirked at the smaller omega, then thought to ask, “Where’s your alpha? You said you only wanted his knot. ”

Was the coward hiding from his horny mate until his birth control kicked in?

Seth played with Fen’s fingers. “Saint asked to be my first. He wants to be the first one to breed me,” he said, squirming his way closer to a very handsy Fen. “After we’re mated, anyone can have me. Anyone in the pack, anyway. My alpha said so.”

“Your birth control hasn’t kicked in yet. What are you going to do if you go into heat?” Loch asked.

If you aren’t already.The way the two were behaving, all bets were off.

Fen tipped Seth over, crawling on top of him, shoving his face into the other omega’s neck and giving him a good sniff. Loch watched as his future mate dragged his nose down his friend’s chest, then lower still, pushing his shirt up to rub his cheek across the smooth skin of Seth’s abdomen.

Fen’s words were sluggish, like he was high off Seth’s heat. “What if he’s already in heat, alpha?” Loch’s cock throbbed at hearing ‘alpha’ fall from Fen’s lips. “He smells so good. He’s wet. I can smell how ready he is. If you all had him, he’d get knocked up so fast. He’s ready.”

Seth whined, kicking his hips up. Fen pressed the palm of his hand against Seth’s obvious erection, earning another needy sound from the smaller boy.

Jesus. It was one thing to have an omega in the pack who wasn’t on suppressants, but most packs would never be stupid enough to have an omega who wasn’t at least on birth control unless they were trying to breed. Loch was almost certain that had not been Seth’s intention when his doctor had forced him to stop taking his meds.

Well, fuck.

Loch nodded but his mind was reeling. “Does Saint know about your current…status?”

Seth nodded shyly. “We, uh…talked it out last night.”

“That’s not all they did,” Fen said, his mouth trailing lower to press against the front of Seth’s pants. “Even after your shower, I can still smell where he marked you.”

Saint came around the corner just as Fen reached for Seth’s zipper. He stopped beside Loch. “I need you to know before I say what I’m about to say that I am not complaining…but what the fuck is happening right now?”

“Seth’s in heat?” Loch asked.

“He’s not the only one,” Saint said with a smirk. “I’m guessing Fen didn’t double up on his suppressants.”

“What do you mean?” Loch asked, now painfully hard at Saint’s revelation. Was it true? Was Fen also in heat? It made sense given how he was mouthing at Seth’s crotch, but there were too many competing scents for Loch to know for sure at this distance. And without a mating mark to rely on, he was left to assume.

Saint continued to watch the two, not even bothering to hide the erection tenting his joggers. “I found both of them going from room to room stealing from people’s dirty hampers this morning. They tried to say they were doing laundry, but since they were fighting over San’s underwear, I put two and two together. Especially after Seth told me of his failed laundry heist yesterday morning.”

“And are you…handling it?” Loch asked.

“Yup.” Saint arched a brow in his direction. “Are you?”

“Don’t worry about me and Fenny. Just let me know if I need to start worrying about another mouth to feed,” he said, trying to sound stern but failing when Fenny started pulling down Seth’s zipper.

Saint grinned. “What do you care? Binnie pays the bills,” he teased. “Now, how about you get your omega off mine? I’d like to take him back to bed.”

Loch sighed, marching to the two boys on the hallway floor, setting down the supplies in his hand before wrapping an arm around Fen’s waist and lifting him off Seth. Both omegas began voicing their complaints loudly until Seth saw Saint. His eyes lit up, and he made grabby hands at the usually stoic alpha until he crossed to him and scooped him off the floor.

Seth immediately buried his face in Saint’s scent gland, then whined. “Take me to your bed. I’m horny.”

“I can tell, dirty boy,” Saint said, rounding the corner.

“Put me down,” Fen said, wiggling in Loch’s grip.

Loch ignored him, carrying him back to his room. Fen became dead weight in his arms, forcing Loch to toss him over his shoulder, the omega ignoring him back until he realized they weren’t going to Loch’s room but his own.

“No, wait. Let’s go to your room,” Fen said, struggling once more.

But it was too late. Loch had already pushed the door open. Fenny groaned, hiding his face with one hand and trying to cover Loch’s eyes with the other. Fenny was nesting, just as Saint had said. The bed was covered in clothing, all pushed into a general bowl-like shape. Loch recognized a few pieces. Seth’s hoodie, San’s flowy white pants, Binnie’s basketball shorts. But it was the items at the head of the nest that had Loch’s undivided attention. Three of his t-shirts were draped over Fen’s pillows and some of his underwear were peeking out from beneath them. Was this what Fen hadn’t wanted him to see?

He set Fen on his feet. “Your nest is perfect.”

Fen looked up at him, expression guarded. “Really?”

“Beyond perfect.” Loch frowned as something caught his eye. “Is that Ollie’s jacket?” Deke’s button-down shirt was also there, tucked in among the other pilfered clothes. “How did you get Ollie’s and Deke’s things?” Loch asked.

Fen looked away. “We texted Ollie, and he tossed out some of their clothes for us when he grabbed their morning supplies.”

“My omega is so clever,” Loch murmured, then remembered that Fen hadn’t wanted him in there. “I’ll leave you to it.”

He had one foot over the threshold when Fen said, “Stay?”

Loch studied his face. “Are you sure?”

The omega nodded, then climbed into his nest, holding out a hand. “Do you want to…”

Loch’s eyes went wide. “Really?”

Fen nodded.

Loch climbed in, his cock hardening once more at the scent of his omega and their pack surrounding him. He laid with his head on the pillow, hiding a smile when Fen wiggled into his space until they were touching from shoulder to hip. Loch laid there quietly, letting Fen set the pace. His residual horniness from huffing Deke’s unfiltered alpha pheromones seemingly somewhat dulled with distance.

Loch laid there in the silence for so long that he jumped when Fenny asked, “Do you think I’m boring?”

Loch turned onto his side to look at Fen. “What?”

Fen rolled onto his side as well, looking him in the eye. “Am I boring?”

Loch frowned. “Where is this coming from?”

Fen shrugged. “Seth’s the cute one, Deke’s the baby, and San’s the bitch…and I’m just…me.”

Loch studied Fen, taking in his big blue eyes, bright blond hair, and trembling lips. What about him could ever be boring? “You, boring? You hacked an encryption that would have stymied ninety-nine percent of the world, you bullied Binnie into helping you, you shamed me into leaving my self-imposed exile…” Loch started, reaching out to stroke his cheek.

“So?” Fen mumbled, staring at Loch with wide eyes, his pretty lips slightly parted, revealing his soft pink tongue.

Loch pressed closer until their lips were barely an inch apart. “So, you crawled into the back of a cargo van with me in broad daylight and let me have you for lunch. How could you ever be boring?”

Fen pouted, crossing his arms and rolling onto his back. “And you haven’t come near me since.”

Loch’s mouth fell open. Was Fen trying to lay that at his feet?

“Uh-uh,” he said, rolling on top of him, forearms resting on either side of Fen’s head. “You don’t get to rewrite history, sunshine. You’re the one who ran away from me the second you got home—earning me a bunch of dirty looks and a huge lecture, by the way—and you’ve been avoiding me since. I was trying to give you space.”

“Did I ask you for space?” Fen muttered, still not looking at him.

Loch sighed, using a finger to push Fen’s bangs off his forehead. “That’s not fair. I thought you regretted it. You think I don’t notice how you try to never be alone in a room with me?”

“I didn’t regret it,” Fen said. “I was just embarrassed.”

“About what?” Loch said, cupping his face. “It was the best day of my life. I would happily drown in the taste of you. What’s there to be embarrassed about?”

Fen’s cheeks grew heated beneath his palms. “I got so horny during a trip to the grocery store that I begged you to get me off in a parking lot like some horny little slut. And I wasn’t even in heat.”

Loch groaned, dipping his head to rub their noses together. “Listen to me very carefully, sunshine. Knowing that I turned you on enough to have you begging on my tongue is the single greatest achievement of my life, and I’ll not have you diminishing my hard work by calling yourself a horny little slut.”

Fen rolled his eyes. “Stop…”

“I won’t. You’re still mine, horny little slut or not.”

“You keep saying that…” Fen said, dipping his head to rub his cheek against Loch’s scent gland absently.

Fen’s omega knew who he belonged to. Loch just had to convince his conscious mind of that. “Because it’s true,” Loch said, letting himself nuzzle at Fen in return. “I’m pretty sure I’ve made my intentions towards you very clear.”

“But how can you be sure?” Fen asked. “What if you’re wrong? What if I tie myself to you forever and then you?—”

Loch frowned, pulling Fen’s face from his neck to look him in the eye. “And then I what?”

“And you change your mind?” Fen said, tears welling in his eyes.

Loch’s head was spinning. Fen was giving him whiplash. “Is that what all this is about? You think I’m going to change my mind and break our mating bond?”

“No,” Fen said, shaking his head, tears spilling free. “I’m afraid you’ll change your mind and your stupid sense of loyalty will have you staying anyway, like some kind of martyr. And you’ll resent me and then eventually hate me.”

Loch sighed, wiping Fen’s tears away with his thumbs, then brushing a kiss to his forehead. He’d failed Fen. Somehow. He must have. He clearly wasn’t doing enough to show Fen he was his. How was he supposed to convince the other six they were a pack, that they were his pack, if he couldn’t even convince his mate that they were fated? How could Loch feel it so strongly but the others couldn’t?

“Do you really not feel it?” Loch asked, trying to talk past the sudden lump in his throat. “Tell the truth. When you’re lying there with Seth and Deke and San, do you all really feel like this is temporary? Like we’re going to reach the end of this revenge plot and walk away from each other? It’s been a few weeks and I couldn’t walk away from you. After a few months? A few years? Never.”

Tears streamed down Fen’s face, and he shook his head. “You don’t get it.”

“Then explain it to me.”

“My whole life, I’ve been told that I let my feelings control me. That I’m too emotional. Too soft. Too weak. Incapable of making a decision due to nothing more than my secondary gender. My father raised me to doubt every single thought I’ve ever had. So, I found a job where my feelings didn’t matter, where the rules were finite. Where the only thing that mattered was the code. Now you’re here, asking me to gamble my heart on the instincts I’ve been told aren’t trustworthy.”

Fen’s words settled deep. Josh had talked about how Fen had suffered when they were growing up. How their father had tortured him and gaslit him his whole life, treating him like he was less than simply for being an omega. Maybe Loch was putting too much pressure on him. Maybe he was asking too much of him too fast.

No, fuck that. Fen needed to know he could trust his instincts. He’d done it before. He could do it now for Loch. For them. For the pack. “Seth told me how you two met.”

“How he found me sobbing in an empty conference room? What’s your point?” Fen asked, sniffling.

“He said he asked you to move in with him and San within minutes of meeting you.”

Fen gave a tiny smile. “Yeah.”

Loch nodded slowly, hoping he would make the connection. “And you agreed. That same day, you agreed to pack up your stuff and move in with two total strangers. Why?”

Fen shrugged. “I don’t know. ‘Cause I just felt comfortable with them.”

“You felt comfortable around an alpha you’d never met before? One who lived with an omega he wasn’t mated to or even dating? Why?”

Fen’s hand fluttered. “Because…I just…”

“Knew? You just knew that you were supposed to be with them?” Loch asked.

Fen hesitated, then gave a stilted nod. “Yeah.”

“How did you feel the first time we met?”

Fen opened his mouth then closed it. Then swallowed audibly. “I—” He cut himself off, like he was wracking his brain.

“Don’t think, just answer.”

Fen deflated beneath him. “I felt like you were mine.”

Loch pressed his forehead to the omega’s. “Because I am. I knew you were mine, too. Why are you doubting it now? Are you really doubting it or are you just scared?”

Loch knew they’d had this conversation before. In the grocery store. In public. But this was different. This was intimate. There was nothing to distract them now.

Fen’s chin wobbled, and he clenched his jaw, taking a few calming breaths before saying, “I can’t lose anybody else.”

“You’re not going to lose me. I’m yours for life. We’re only adding to our pack, not subtracting,” Loch promised.

“I want to believe you…” Fen said, voice thick.

Loch sighed. “If you can’t believe me, can you believe Josh?”

Fen sucked in a breath, like Loch had invoked the name of a god or demon. “What?”

“Josh sent you to me. Because he trusted me. He trusted us. Binnie, Saint, Ollie… He sent you to us.”

“That’s different.”

Loch shook his head. “He knew how I felt about you.”

Fen frowned. “What does that mean?”

“He used to keep a picture of you taped to his wall,” Loch admitted, embarrassed. “He caught me staring at that picture far more than anyone would think healthy. He used to joke that if the picture ever went missing, the first place he’d look was under my pillow. He knew. And he still sent you to me. To us. To the people he trusted most in the world. If Josh can trust me, can’t you believe me when I say there will never be a time when I don’t want you?”

Fen studied his face for a long while, like the answers were written there in invisible ink. “That doesn’t mean you won’t leave.”

“I’m telling you?—”

“Can you promise me you won’t die?” Fen blurted.

“What?”

Fen thrust his chin up, expression suddenly steely. “If you want me to agree to be your mate forever, promise me you won’t die on me like Josh did.”

“I—” Loch shook his head. “You want me to lie to you to prove you can trust me?”

Fen blinked away more tears. “I want to stop the fear that’s clawing up my throat right now. I don’t care if it’s a lie. Promise me that, if I love you, you won’t die and leave me all alone. Promise me and I’ll believe you,” he begged, his words becoming more and more frantic.

Loch sighed, pressing his lips to Fen’s cheeks, his forehead, his chin, then finally his lips. “Okay. I promise.”

Fen melted into the mattress beneath him, like his words had broken strings that had held him suspended. “Then I’m yours.”

“In what way?” Loch asked, needing to hear Fen say it out loud.

“In every way,” Fen promised, wrapping his arms around his neck. “In all the ways. I’m yours.”

Something deep and raw moved through him at Fen’s words, ripping a growl from him. “Mine.”

Loch tugged Fen’s head to the side, biting at his scent gland. “Gonna bite you right here. Give you my mark so the whole world knows who you belong to.”

Fen moaned, baring his throat. “Do it. Knot me, then mate me. Let everyone know who I belong to.” Fen canted his hips up. “Loch, please, it’s getting bad now. Fuck me, please…”

“I just don’t want you to have any regrets,’ Loch said, smoothing a hand over his hair. “I need to know this isn’t just your heat talking.”

“I’ll regret it more if we don’t do this. Yes, my heat is coming on so much faster than normal, but I’m still myself for now. I don’t know if I’ll be able to say the same in twenty minutes,” Fen confessed in a whisper. “I was fully prepared to use my heat as an excuse to do this with you today…so I didn’t have to feel embarrassed, so I could just blame my stupid heat brain on how desperate I am for you, how my body reacts to you, for all the ooey-gooey feelings I have for you. But I don’t want you to think that’s all this is. Deep down, I know you’re right. I know we’re fated. I know we’re a pack. But you’re going to have to remind me from time to time. But that doesn’t mean I don’t want your mark. It doesn’t mean I don’t need you to knot me.” He finished his rant in a rush, then looked over Loch’s shoulder at the ceiling.

“I’ll do whatever you want. Whatever you need. Whenever you need it. You have to know that. You have to know I’d cut off an arm if you asked me to.”

“That’s the problem,” Fen said, cupping his cheek. “You’d cut off an arm if anyone asked you to. That’s why you”re the leader. You’re the only one self-sacrificing enough to keep us all safe.”

“You need to know you’re special,” Loch said, shaking his head, unsure how to make Fen truly see that yes, he would do anything for their pack, but Fen was still above them, above all things in Loch’s eyes. “I’ll do anything to prove it to you.”

“Just show me,” Fen said. “I need you. Can’t you please just kiss me already?”

Loch nodded. “I can do that. I can always do that.”

It wasn’t their first kiss. That had happened in the van, sweet and slow and all too brief before Loch had settled between Fen’s legs to take him apart. This time, Loch savored it. This time, he paid attention to every detail.

Kissing Fen felt like coming home. Fen’s lips on his smoothed out the jagged edges of Loch’s shredded heart. His kiss ignited something in Loch’s blood, making him so hungry for the tiny omega beneath him. Did Fen feel it, too? He must. He opened so easily for Loch, his legs parting so he could settle between them, lips parting to sigh into Loch’s mouth. One kiss became two, then three, until they lost count, until every kiss stretched like taffy, until time became irrelevant, breathing became optional, until cotton candy thoughts clotted his brain, making him wonder if he and Fen were two separate beings or one soul split apart but now back together.

Loch had never been the romantic type. Anyone who dated him could attest to that, but his soulmate theory was the only one that made sense, the only explanation for why he couldn’t stay away, couldn’t stop himself from dipping his head to taste Fen’s mouth. Again and again. Just because he could. Because Fen was his. All of Fen was his now. His heart. His soul. His beautiful brain. His sexy fucking body. They all belonged to Loch.

He tried so hard not to be that guy—that alpha who thought he had a right to claim simply due to an accident of birth. But Loch wanted to claim Fen. No, he needed it. Fen said he was his, he belonged to him, and that deep, primal part of Loch—the part he tried so hard not to acknowledge—wanted to crawl inside Fen’s body and make a home there.

He wanted to mark him, breed him, put pups in him, watch him grow round with his seed so the whole world knew he was taken. That he belonged to Loch, nobody else. Never anyone else. A growl fell from his lips at the thought, making Fen whimper in response, making him bare his throat instinctively.

Loch dropped a kiss there, then another, rubbing his nose behind the omega’s ear in a silent apology. Maybe Deke’s presentation affected him more than he realized. Or maybe he’d never acknowledged this part of himself before because it never mattered until Fen. All Loch knew was that he just wanted to touch him, taste him, watch him fall apart beneath him.

When he took his mouth again, they were both hard, both aching, their kisses growing more heated, more intense, until they were simply breathing into each other’s mouths, Loch swallowing Fen’s needy little cries as they grasped at each other like they couldn’t get close enough. Fen’s nails dug half-moons into Loch’s shoulders even through his t-shirt. And Loch held the back of Fen’s neck so he could move him how he liked, tasting every inch of his mouth, swallowing every broken sound.

Any time either of them shifted even the slightest bit, their cocks ground against each other in a way that sent lightning through Loch’s blood and had them both moaning. Loch could do this all night, could lie on top of Fen, licking into his mouth, exploring every curve. He knew Fen by scent, by taste, and now, he wanted to touch every part of him, inside and out. He wouldn’t be satisfied until his hands and teeth had marked every part of Fen’s body, until he could trace his lines from memory.

“Loch, please,” Fen panted against his lips, squirming beneath him. “It’s getting worse. My heat is coming so fast. It hurts.”

Loch pulled back to really look at Fen. His cheeks were feverish, his skin damp with sweat. “What do you need, baby?” Fen shook his head like he was trying to clear it enough to think. “Don’t think, just speak, just tell your alpha what you need?”

Fen’s pupils dilated at his words. “Make me come. Please,” he said, breathless. “Then stuff me full of your knot. I’m so empty.”

If Loch hadn’t jerked off in the shower twice that morning, he was sure he would have come in his pants like a teen. “Fuck, you’re so fucking pretty when you beg,” he said, taking in Fen’s flushed skin and bright eyes, his expression all desperate need. “Alpha will take care of you, baby,” Loch promised.

“Hurry,” he whined, fingers clenching in Loch’s shirt, twisting the fabric without thought.

Christ. Loch wasn’t getting out of this alive. Even with doubling up on his suppressants, his alpha knew an omega in heat when he smelled one. And Fen wasn’t just any omega, he was Loch’s omega. And he was desperate and needy and begging to be filled.

But first, he asked to come. Loch could do that for him, get him off before breeding his pretty little hole. He clenched his teeth as his cock throbbed like he could pop his knot just thinking about how it would feel when he finally locked inside Fen.

“You smell so good, baby,” Loch said, burying his face to bite at the skin just over his scent gland, earning another needy whine from Fen. “Can alpha take your clothes off?”

“Please, alpha,” Fen whined, pawing at the material. “I’m so hot.”

Loch sat back on his knees, stripping Fen of his t-shirt, then removing his own, before falling forward, taking one of Fen’s hardened pink nipples into his mouth, sucking a deep purple mark around the tender skin and scraping his teeth across the sensitive nub until Fen was bucking his hips and wailing. Loch pressed his lower body against Fen’s once more, holding it in place, rocking against him only enough to tease, but not enough to satisfy as he gave Fen’s other nipple the same treatment, biting and tugging at the sensitive peaks until they were red and swollen and Fen was jolting with every touch.

Loch was a good guy. Everybody said so. But the alpha in Loch was mean and selfish, and watching Fen whine and beg, watching him paw at him and plead, had his alpha preening. Fen needed him, needed something only Loch could give him. Fen had agreed to be Loch’s mate. To help take care of and grow their pack. It made his alpha crazy, made him want to dig claws into Fen’s tender flesh, leave marks deep enough for everyone in the pack to know that, even though they might borrow Fen for their pleasure, his soul belonged to Loch.

“Alpha, I need…” He trailed off, staring up at Loch with big, teary eyes.

“You don’t even know what you need, huh, baby?” Loch said. “I got you. Alpha’s got you.”

“Alpha’s got me,” Fen slurred, nodding as if that was the only obvious answer.

Loch sat back, ignoring his own painfully hard erection, to free Fen from his own jeans and underwear, yanking them down and off, then tossing them over the side of the nest. Once Fen was naked beneath him, he couldn’t stop himself from staring. He was so beautiful. All that golden skin and freckles on display for him, his legs splayed, pretty cock an angry red and wet at the tip, his creamy thighs covered in all that sticky, sweet slick. Just for Loch.

“Fuck,” he whispered, catching Fen under the knee and raising his ankle to his shoulder. He dragged his lips from his ankle to his knee, sucking marks into the skin as he went. Once he reached Fen’s thigh, he dragged his tongue along the skin, gathering that candied slick on his tongue. “You taste so good. I could eat you for dessert every night.”

“I need you… I need something…inside… Please, alpha,” Fen begged.

“Yeah? Need alpha to fill you up?” Loch asked, settling on his stomach, pushing Fen’s knees to his chest so he was on display for him.

“Fuck, you’re pretty everywhere. You’re already so messy, baby. I wish the others could see how wet you get.” Fen whined at that. “You like that idea? Like the thought of the pack seeing you spread and open like this? So wet? So desperate for something to fill up this greedy little hole?”

“Yes, want that,” Fen panted. “Want our pack. Want everyone to touch me while you fill me, knot me.”

Loch buried his face between Fen’s cheeks, letting his tongue prod at his hole, groaning as it fluttered at the first touch. He licked and sucked at his entrance, slick gushing over his nose and cheeks as he licked and sucked at the tight ring of muscle again and again until Fen was just a babbling mess of half-bitten moans and broken pleas, his fingers twisting so tightly in Loch’s hair he worried he might rip it out at the root.

Finally, Loch pulled back, letting Fen’s shaky legs fall. He bent his knees, writhing beneath him, pushing his ass towards Loch, almost without conscious thought. Loch decided to have pity on the poor thing. He knew what it was like to be a slave to your senses. The ache inside him must be gnawing at him, making him too desperate to even form words.

Loch bit his bottom lip, propping his head up on one hand as he probed at Fen’s wet rim, watching it clench in anticipation. When he heard another choked-off sob from his mate, he pressed in with two fingers. Fen gasped, grinding his hips against Loch’s hand.

“So fucking desperate, baby,” Loch mused. “You take two fingers so easily. Your pretty little hole just swallows them.” He couldn’t tear his gaze away from where his two fingers punched in and out of Fen, pulling all the way out before pushing back in, watching him clench on emptiness as he teased his rim. “Two fingers aren”t nearly enough, huh? You need a knot, need my cum pumped inside you.”

Loch vaguely noted Fen nodding desperately, bouncing on his fingers as he rubbed his own nipples. Loch was making himself crazy, too, but he couldn’t stop. He knew once he made Fen come, he was going to get him on all fours and fuck him so full he passed out. But he could see this fantasy he spun was doing it for Fen. Which was good, ‘cause it was doing it for him, too. He wanted Fen to be his only. But he loved the idea of sharing him with his pack mates. All of them sharing each other, using each other. He would be so proud for the others to see how pretty, how perfect, how responsive his mate was. He looked so pretty falling apart, and the others should see it. They should know.

His voice was raw when he spoke again. “Is that why you and Seth were out there in the hallway earlier? Making each other horny listening to Deke fuck Ollie into the mattress, holding him down and making him take it? Did you like that? Did you pretend it was you he held down and stuffed full? Does my little omega like to be used by a big, mean alpha? Did you and Seth make yourselves all wet thinking of the rest of us using you like…what was it?” He pulled out and drove back in with a third finger, twisting as he did. “Party favors?”

Fen whined above him. “Want you, want alpha,” he managed around his staccato panting breaths. “But want the others to touch me, to watch you take me, to watch me use Seth, to watch Saint take him apart. He’s so pretty, so sweet. He cries when he comes. I love him so much. Love you so much...”

Loch was pretty sure his soul left his body at Fen’s confession, but he didn’t let himself put too much stock into it, not when he was heat drunk and riding Loch’s fingers, begging to be used.

He distracted himself by adding his tongue to his fingers, licking around his puffy, sensitive rim as he fucked into him with his digits. He pulled out then pushed back in with four fingers, knocking a gasp from the back of Fen’s throat.

Loch fucked Fen’s slick back into him, the squelching sound combining filthily with Fen’s little uh-uh-uhs as Loch stretched him impossibly wide, fingers slipping along the hot, wet walls looking for that little bundle of nerves that would get Fen just where he wanted him.

“Gonna come on my fingers, sunshine? Hear how wet you are? It’s so hot. I can’t wait to fuck your sloppy little hole, fuck you so full, breed you until it leaks out of you. Maybe I’ll get Seth in here to clean you up afterwards. Would you like that? Do you want to watch Seth lick my cum out of you while Saint fucks him?”

Fen’s hips came off the mattress immediately, trying to get Loch’s fingers even deeper. “Oh, my God.” Loch grinned, but Fen had reached his limit. “Stop teasing,” he sobbed. “I’ve been good, alpha. I deserve to come. I deserve your knot. Please…”

Loch kissed Fen’s thigh gently. “Okay, baby. No more teasing. Alpha’s got you.”

Fen screamed as Loch closed his mouth over his leaking cock, taking him down to the root. As he started to suck, hollowing his cheeks as he came back up, Fen started babbling nonsense once more, his head tossing back and forth on the pillow, greedy fingers finding Loch’s hair once more as he tried to fuck his throat.

Loch pinned his hips to the mattress, bobbing his head, keeping a steady pace as his fingers continued to stretch Fen’s entrance.

Fen’s next words sounded like a prayer, like the last ditch effort of someone begging a deity to let them live. “Close…so close…please, alpha, please, Loch…let me.”

Loch doubled his efforts, moving his mouth over him faster, tongue twisting along the underside of his length as he curled his fingers inside him, looking for that spot…that one spot that would have Fen… The omega screamed, his whole body locking up, clenching around Loch’s fingers so tightly he thought he might break them. There it is.

“I’m gonna…”

That was the only warning Loch had before Fen flooded his mouth, the bitter taste of his release coating his tongue before he swallowed it down. He kept his mouth around him until he felt Fen shiver, then pulled off, giving the head of his dick a little kiss.

Fen was still painfully hard and would be until Loch gave him his knot. He climbed back up the bed to hover over Fen, who blinked at him with heavy lids. “Want alpha’s knot now,” he slurred. “Please…”

“How do you want it?” Loch asked, both of them done with the teasing.

Fen pushed against his chest and Loch backed up, sure his cock was about to bust out of his jeans as Fen rolled onto all fours, then dropped his chest to the mattress, looking back at Loch. “Breed me like this, alpha.”

Fucking Christ.