Vengeful Bonds: Season One

27. Fen

Something was wrong.

No, not wrong. Off. Something was…off. Two days had passed since Loch and Fen had closed the doors to the rest of the pack to ride out Fen’s heat together. The others had all paired off and gone their separate ways, each couple wanting to deal with Deke’s presentation in their own way.

Fen had known he would fall apart in the presence of an alpha like Loch—it was impossible not to, biologically speaking—but he’d expected to feel more embarrassed when it was over. The whining, the begging to be filled, bred, stuffed full…it was all so cringy when not in a hormonal fog.

But it hadn’t been embarrassing at all. Loch was right there with him the whole way, saying things that would have been equally humiliating if it wasn’t so fucking hot. Heat sex was nothing like Fen imagined it would be, but now that he’d had a taste, he felt pretty insatiable. Was it the sex or was it the alpha?

Both?

Loch was everything Fen had ever wanted. Sexy. Attentive. So sweet he gave Fen a toothache, but so dominant in the bedroom. He was the perfect man, really. And Fen was addicted. He craved everything about the alpha. His scent, his kiss, his voice rasping in his ear, the filthy things he whispered when his knot was buried inside him. It felt like a dream.

Fen covered his face with his hands. How many times had that man come in him over the last forty-eight hours? If he wasn’t on birth control, he would definitely be pregnant. He rested his hand on his stomach, laughing at how bloated it seemed to him now. His omega loved it, even if it was just in his head.

Fen had fallen asleep with the sun still shining on his naked skin, dozing off with Loch still fucking him from behind, his mouth against Fen’s ear as he’d praised him, teased him, told him to sleep if he had to. And so he had. He’d fallen asleep so quickly it was like Loch had willed him into it. He’d only stirred when Loch knotted him, the pressure driving another orgasm from him in his half-sleep state.

He’d felt Loch gather him close, doing his best to take the pressure off from where they were joined. He remembered him rubbing Fen’s belly, kissing his cheek, but after that, he’d fallen into a deep, dreamless sleep, only waking once when Loch yet again bullied his way into Fen’s aching body.

Fen had never had anyone fuck him to the point of exhaustion. He never thought he’d find it sexy that his alpha was using him in his sleep, moving him however he liked, like a doll. Like his personal fuck doll. But he did. He fucking loved it. His cock twitched just thinking about Loch needing him so badly he would take him even in his sleep, even if he cried or whimpered.

Was he simply embracing his omega status? Was it just because Loch felt safe? He had this pure, perfect trust in Loch. There was a bond between them, an invisible cord that tied them together. Loch was his mate and Fen was ready to give him everything.

Fen rolled onto his back, blindly reaching for the alpha, only to find the bed empty. He jerked upright, his head swimming like he’d woken up after a night of drinking to find he was still drunk. He braced himself on one hand, scanning the pitch black room. Why was it so dark? Even in the dead of night, there was usually some type of light source—the sun peaking through the blinds during the day or the light framing the closed closet door at night.

But there was only dark, like he was standing in the center of a black hole. He waved a hand in front of his face but saw nothing, not even the faint outline. Intrusive thoughts poured into his head. Was he blind? Dead? Having some kind of sleep paralysis or night terror? Where was Loch?

No, Loch had just forgotten to turn on the closet light before he’d fallen asleep. But then, where was he? Had he finally ventured out of the room for more food or supplies? Fen closed his eyes. They were useless in this situation anyway. He made himself still and just…listened.

A low snarl emanated from the corner of the room. Goosebumps rose across Fen’s skin as he reached behind himself, blindly looking for his cell phone on the table. He let out an embarrassing squeak when his hand closed around the device, pulling it from the cord roughly, hands shaking as he pawed at it, finally hitting the flashlight.

A metallic taste like blood filled his mouth. Loch sat slumped in the chair in the corner of the room, his face expressionless, his gaze…hungry. The light played over his features, casting half his face in stark relief, but it did nothing to quell Fen’s sudden fear.

“Alpha,” he said, voice a low rumble that reverberated through the omega like a tuning fork, making his insides quake.

Why was the alpha sitting in the dark? Why was he making that face? Had Fen done something? He opened his mouth to ask, but he never got the chance. Loch flooded the room with alpha pheromones, forcing the omega in Fen to roll over and show its belly. Loch was trying to drown him in his dominance.

It was working. Fen’s limbs were weighted, his movements honeyed. Even his thoughts slowed, tunneling until nothing else mattered but Loch. Serving him. Pleasing him. Heat flooded his core, his cock hardening and his ass leaking. He wanted nothing more than to be ass up for his alpha, held down and stuffed full, and there was no way Loch couldn’t smell that.

He shook his head, trying to clear it, but it was useless. Loch was definitely a dominant alpha, which made his hormones a thousand times more potent. Unlike dominants, recessive alphas lacked the ability to fully overwhelm their omegas. They had to resort to things like breeding benches to impregnate those who were unwilling.

Fen should have asked Loch’s status before locking himself in a room with him, but dominant alphas weren’t common and they lacked the ability to mindfuck anyone while they were on suppressants. Loch shouldn’t be able to do this. He shouldn’t be able to use his pheromones to render Fen helpless and docile.

“Alpha,” he slurred, feeling like he was trying to breathe through wet silk. “Are you…in rut?”

An almost sinister smile crawled across Loch’s handsome face, but he said nothing. Fen blinked rapidly, then shook his head, hoping one of the two would clear away the fog enough for him to think.

How had this happened? No, not how. He knew how. But why? Why now? Loch was on suppressants. Ollie said Deke’s rut was over. Were the baby alpha’s hormones really that powerful? Powerful enough to trigger a rut in a dominant alpha on suppressants?

Fen swallowed audibly.

When the pack had planned for this, they’d never considered this to be a possibility. Not even Ollie who thought of everything a hundred different ways. Fen felt Loch’s unwavering stare like a physical touch. It was then that he realized he still clutched his phone. Saint and Seth could get him out of there. He just needed to ask.

That was the logical thing to do. The smart thing to do. An alpha’s presentation rut was usually the most dangerous time for an omega, and even then, the risk was minimal provided the alpha was recessive. Sex with an alpha during that time usually amounted to nothing more than a sore ass, a few pretty bruises, and the need to soak in the tub for a few days.

Omegas were designed to accommodate the added testosterone and adrenaline firing through a recessive alpha’s body. During a recessive alpha’s rut, or during their heats, omegas had more endurance, were often more fertile, and they healed far faster.

A dominant alpha was a wildcard. An anomaly. Most were fine, though they tended to be far more possessive and aggressive during rut, but there were the outliers.

Fen had heard the horror stories. Every omega had. A dominant alpha going feral during their rut and assaulting omegas on the street, in parking garages…in their own homes. Some omegas had been horribly beaten, suffered scratches deep enough to need stitches, had severe bleeding after a misplaced bite mark…and—worst of all—internal damage that left them infertile.

But those cases were few and far between. Most alphas didn’t need an excuse to hurt an omega. The law was on their side anyway. It was odd that Loch didn’t mention this as a possibility. He wasn’t one to hide things from the pack.

“Go ahead,” Loch rasped, a brow arched. “Call them. Ask the little one to come rescue you. He can play, too.”

Fen’s breath caught, and he glanced down at the phone in his hand, the flashlight projecting a giant circle of light on the ceiling. “What? No, I?—”

“Don’t lie to me. I know you want to run.” The voice didn’t sound like him, low and shredded. “A smart omega would know better than to taunt an alpha with a chase. Are you smart, Fenny?”

Fen trapped his bottom lip between his teeth, worrying the skin there. How was his sweet, level-headed, martyr suddenly a slave to his most basic of instincts? Why hadn’t they planned for this?

“I-I can’t think with you doing that,” Fen snapped then jerked his gaze to Loch’s face, heart slamming around his chest. He didn’t look angry.

After a moment, the fog in his brain dissipated, allowing him to think. Did Fen want the others to rescue him? If he stayed, the next three to five days would be hard on his body, but it would no doubt solidify their bond for life. Loch’s alpha wouldn’t let him go without mating him for good.

Was it wrong of him to want to let Loch use him for even this? Was it something about him as an omega that made his insides ache to be used? He could call—Loch wasn’t stopping him—but he didn’t want to go. He wanted to stay there with Loch, with this terrifying version of him. Even if it was risky. Even if it was dangerous.

“What if I don’t want to go?”

“Then anything I do to you is on you,” Loch said with a slight shrug, tilting his head to study Fen.

Fen shivered, his body releasing so much slick the sheets beneath him were soaked. Could he endure? Why shouldn’t he want this version of Loch, too? They were both his mate. One was just…unfiltered. Loch might hurt him, but he wouldn’t…break him. Fen tried to picture the worst case scenario, a world where Loch—his Loch—lost control to the point of hurting him…but he couldn’t.

Fen took a deep breath and let it out, coming to an internal decision. He turned his phone over, toggling to his texts and finding the group chat, typing out a simple message.

Loch in rut. Request 2 hour check-ins.

Once he finished, he dropped the phone back onto the bed.

“Is our pack coming to extract you from the big bad wolf?” Loch asked.

Fen tipped his chin up. “No,” he said, voice a bit haughty even to his own ears. “I told them to check on us in two hours.”

“If you want to leave, I suggest you do it now,” Loch warned. “This is me restraining myself.”

“No,” Fen said, voice cracking. He huffed out a breath, then tried again, stronger this time. “No. I’m not leaving.”

Loch gave an emotionless laugh.

“I won’t make the offer again, omega,” he said. “If you stay now, you’re not leaving this room until I’m done with you.” Fen hated how much that made his cock leak. “Not even if you cry or beg or scream. Especially not then.” He tipped his head up, sniffing the air.

Fen let his gaze slip away. Doing this meant giving his blanket consent to letting Loch tear him apart. He should be more worried, right? But he wasn’t. He was excited, horny, even a little desperate to get Loch’s hands back on him.

“You should take the out,” Loch taunted, dragging Fen from his thoughts. “Your little boyfriend is losing his grip on the leash.”

“I’m not afraid of you,” Fen lied. “You won’t hurt me.”

“I won’t kill you,” he said, his tone anything but reassuring, “but I’m definitely gonna hurt you.” He sat forward. “In fact, I can’t wait to hurt you. I kinda want to eat you alive.”

Fen’s heart rate skyrocketed, leaving him breathless and shaky. Finally, he nodded, concentrating on stringing words together in a way that made sense. “I have some conditions.”

Loch snorted. “I don’t think you’re in any position to ask for things, omega.”

“But I’m not just any omega…am I?” Fen asked, batting his lashes at Loch. “I’m your future mate. Even a dominant alpha makes concessions for their mates, right?” Fen had zero idea if that was true.

Loch smirked. “I’ll hear you out. Proceed. What is it my little omega needs from me?”

Fen blinked at him. Why was this man so goddamn sexy? It made it hard for Fen to stand his ground. “Um, one, c-can we do it with the lights on?”

Again, Loch raised a brow, his amusement evident. “Setting the bar low, I see.”

“I’m just getting started,” Fen countered.

Loch shrugged. “Sure. What else?”

Fen licked his lower lip, hands shaking. “Um, no permanent damage, okay? Especially down here.” He waved his hand in front of his abdomen. “I can’t get pregnant if you’re too rough.”

Loch snarled, his gaze possessive. “Careful, omega.” He seemed to drag his gaze back to Fen’s with effort. “Is that it?”

“No,” Fen said, tipping his chin upwards, eyes glinting with challenge.

“No?” Loch said. “I’m losing patience. What else do you need?”

Fen crossed his arms over his naked chest. “You have to claim me.”

“I was already planning on doing that,” he said, tone bored.

Fen shook his head. “Now, I mean. Fuck me, knot me, claim me…right now.”

“Begging for my knot already,” Loch said with a laugh. “No wonder he wants to keep you.”

“Do we have a deal or not?”

“Mm,” he said. “Now, turn on the light and come here. I have plans for that pretty mouth of yours.”

Fen’s cock twitched. He scrambled to do as Loch asked, turning on the lamp. Relief flooded him as soon as he could see his surroundings, but his breath hitched when he noticed his alpha was slouched in the chair, naked as the day he was born.

Fen’s anxiety spiked as Loch’s gaze raked over him, stopping at his cock as he sniffed at the air. “Scared?”

“N-No,” Fen lied.

“Missing those pheromones already, huh?” Loch teased, looking like he was deciding just how he planned on taking Fen apart.

“Kinda, yeah,” Fen admitted. “Can…Can I have them back?”

Loch snorted, but once more, the room filled with that delicious scent, so thick in the air Fen felt like he could catch it on his tongue like a snowflake. He moaned as pleasure flooded him, all fear melting away, leaving him feeling foggy and liquid and insanely horny.

“Better?” Loch asked, his tone condescending.

“It’s…” Fen moaned, reaching down to squeeze his own cock, desperation overwhelming him. “A lot.”

Loch arched a brow. “Mm, I can see that. Did I say you could touch?”

“No, alpha,” Fen breathed. He didn’t want to stop, though. Touching himself felt so good.

“Hands off. If I can’t trust you to behave, I’ll just tie you to the bed.”

Fen clenched with a whimper, hole throbbing, slick flooding from his body. His limbs grew heavy, so heavy holding his head up took effort. Those pheromones were like having some kind of superpower. It was like he was sinking in quicksand; the more he struggled, the deeper he sank.

Still, Fen had never been so wet, so ready for an alpha to use him for his own pleasure.

Loch crooked his finger. “Come.”

Fen frowned, blinking heavy lids. What? He could barely hold his own head up under this assault on his senses. “I-I can’t,” he slurred. “You’re making me too…it’s too hard. I’ll fall. I’ll end up on the floor.”

“Then get on the floor,” Loch said, like the solution was obvious.

“What?” Fen mumbled, even though he’d heard him just fine.

“Your alpha gave you an order. I suggest you obey.”

The word obey shocked through him like a physical caress, tickling his insides in a way that made his brain buzz deliciously.

Loch watched, amused as Fen tried and failed to get his feet beneath him three times before managing to get them on the ground. But the moment he tried to bear weight, his knees gave and he crumpled to the floor.

Loch chuckled.

Fen glowered at him. “It’s not funny.”

“Depends on your perspective, I suppose. Now come.”

Fen pouted. “I can’t do it. Can you maybe turn down the pheromone furnace for a minute?”

Loch shook his head. “No. I told you to come. I didn’t say you had to walk. I don’t care how you comply. Crawl if you have to. But if you’re not over here in the next sixty seconds, I’ll fuck you right there on the floor until your knees and palms are bloody, and I won’t be responsible for the state you’re in when I’m done.”

Fen bit back a debauched moan, forcing himself onto all fours, slowly crawling the short distance, like he was moving through molasses. His nerves tingled as Loch watched him from beneath hooded lids, licking his lips like he planned to devour Fen whole.

When he was close enough, he dragged himself to his knees right between Loch’s splayed thighs, his gaze falling to his hard cock. He wanted nothing more than to feel it inside him, forcing his body to rearrange itself to accommodate the alpha. He gazed up at Loch with a whimper, hoping he would get what he needed from him.

His eyelids fluttered as Loch gripped his chin, tilting it upwards. “So pretty…” he murmured. Fen preened, basking in his alpha’s praise. “You like that? Like it when men call you pretty?”

His words jolted through him. He shook his head. “N-No, just you. I just…I just want to be pretty to you, alpha.”

Loch’s thumb caressed his cheek softly, in direct opposition to the other four on the other side digging into the hinge of his jaw, forcing his mouth open. “Stick out your tongue.”

Fen did as he was told without hesitation, the need to please an itch inside him only scratched by his blind obedience. He stared up at his alpha with wide eyes, his neglected cock leaking against his thigh. Loch worked his jaw, eyes never leaving Fen’s. His lips parted and Fen watched, enraptured, as saliva dripped from his mouth, pooling onto Fen’s tongue. “Don’t close your mouth.”

Fen held his position, knowing how pathetic he must look with his wide eyes and tongue sticking out. Loch just studied him for a moment, then pressed two fingers down on his tongue, pushing his spit to the back of Fen’s throat but not removing his fingers.

“Now swallow.”

Fen did, trying to control his gag reflex.

“Fuck. Do you know how sexy you look when you’re struggling?” Loch asked, tone almost conversational as he pushed hard on the back of Fen’s tongue, triggering his gag reflex on purpose, laughing as he choked. “You know, once upon a time there was this myth that omegas lost their gag reflex during presentation.”

Loch’s fingers pulsed in place, forcing tears to spring to Fen’s eyes and saliva to pool in his mouth, spilling out around his fingers. He gagged once, then again, before regaining some control.

“I can’t tell you how relieved I am that it’s not true.” He lowered his tone, like he was telling Fen a secret. “Loch’s usually far too polite to admit these sorts of things, but you’re our mate, so you should know how much it turns me on watching you choke.” Fen whimpered, forcing himself to breathe through his nose, letting Loch do as he pleased.

When he eased his fingers back, Fen breathed a little easier. Loch wasn’t done, though. He fucked his fingers past his lips, making a mess of him. Fen didn’t care. He sucked at them greedily, his lower half throbbing, clenching on nothing, desperate to give his alpha anything as long as it ended up with his knot locked inside him.

Loch pulled his fingers free with an obscene slurp, then wiped them across Fen’s cheek before fisting his hair, pushing his face into his crotch. Fen whined, inhaling deeply, heat arching through him as his alpha’s scent flooded his nose. He pushed his face closer, unable to stop the needy sounds that escaped.

Loch’s scent was a hundred times stronger there, raw and unfettered by clothing. But he didn’t just smell like himself, he smelled like Fen, too. He was sure he could come just from his alpha’s scent.

He rubbed his lips against Loch’s length, his hands coming to rest on his thighs, whining as he tried to get him into his mouth.

Loch jerked his head back, forcing him to look at him once more. “What do you want?”

“I want to suck you, wanna feel you on my tongue, please,” Fen said, his tone desperate.

Loch sighed, like Fen’s request was an imposition. “Who am I to deny my pretty omega…” he said drolly.

Fen beamed at him. Loch might have sounded unaffected but he was leaking all over his own belly, his cock so hard it looked painful. He loved Fen like this, needy and begging. As soon as Loch released his hair, he gripped the base of Loch’s dick, locking eyes with him as he kitten licked over the head, then lolled his tongue around it, sucking just enough to tease.

Loch studied him, giving away nothing. Did he like it? Did he hate it? Was he doing something wrong? Fen dug his tongue into Loch’s slit, making a happy sound as he tasted the bitterness of his pre-cum on his tongue, then closed his lips around the tip, sucking in earnest, not even embarrassed by the sloppy sounds. Loch’s nostrils flared, his jaw clenching and unclenching as he tried to maintain this pretense of being unbothered.

Something coiled within Fen, desperate to please his alpha at all costs. Alpha pheromones were no joke. He’d always wanted his partners to enjoy themselves, but his enjoyment had never been tied to theirs. But now, he could almost feel Loch’s pleasure like his own. He was losing patience, losing his control, and it lit up Fen’s insides like warm honey.

But Loch seemed determined to make Fen figure out what he wanted without any input from his alpha. That wasn’t fair. He didn’t know all the little things to make him fall apart, not yet. All he knew was his alpha liked seeing him struggle, liked watching him choke.

Fen was determined. He needed Loch to praise him, to pet him, to know he made the right choice by choosing him. He took a deep breath like he was diving into deep water, then sank down on Loch’s length, his jaw protesting and lips stretching obscenely. He only made it about halfway before gagging.

He flicked his gaze upwards, expecting to see disappointment, but Loch just groaned, fisting Fen’s hair. “That’s it. Fuck. You can take more than that.” Fen tried to pull up, but Loch held him in place. “Relax.” The word was like a magic spell, Fen’s whole body becoming lax, even his throat. Loch snorted. “Such a good listener.”

As if Fen had a choice. He was a slave to Loch until his rut was over. That probably shouldn’t have been as hot as it was, but Fen had to squeeze his legs together not to come on the spot.

Loch pushed him down on his cock even farther, not stopping until he was pressing into his throat. Fen’s nose was pressed to Loch’s pelvis. His stomach heaved, but there was nothing in it anyway. The alpha pulsed his hips, fucking impossibly deeper in short, shallow bursts, stopping briefly but never letting him pull back.

Once more, tears sprang to his eyes, pouring down his cheeks until his nose ran and drool spilled from his lips. Fen’s body forced him to swallow around the intrusion lodged in his throat, making Loch growl, his free hand wrapping around Fen’s throat.

“Do it again.” Fen whimpered but complied, high on the way Loch probed at the outline of his cock in Fen’s throat as well as his diminishing air supply. “Again.”

Fen didn’t know how long they stayed like that, until his vision started to tunnel, his head swimming and throat raw. They stayed like that until Fen’s fight or flight kicked in and he began to struggle, slapping and scratching at whatever skin he could reach, tearing up Loch’s thigh until he finally released him.

Fen dropped his head to Loch’s leg, head spinning as oxygen rushed back into his body.

“You did so well,” Loch praised, threading his fingers through Fen’s hair like he was petting a puppy. “So good. Such a good mate.”

Fen smiled even as he sucked in gulps of air. He was good. Loch thought he was good. Loch suddenly moved and then his hands were gripping Fen’s ass, lifting him up then settling him on his thighs, straddling his lap. Fen whined as their cocks pressed against one another.

Loch cupped Fen’s face. “You look fucking ruined,” he rasped, then forced his tongue past his lips.

Fen settled into the surprisingly gentle kiss, not protesting even though his lips were stretched and swollen, even though his throat muscles were on fire. He let Loch take what he wanted, too dizzy and overwhelmed to do much more than that no matter how much he ached for Loch to take him.

“Alpha…” he whispered against his lips, just to say it.

“You smell like prey,” Loch rumbled approvingly, trailing his mouth to his neck to nuzzle over his scent gland.

Fen’s heart jackrabbited in his chest. Was he going to claim him now? Loch’s lips moved lower to Fen’s shoulder. He cried out as the alpha sank his teeth into the spot, breaking skin, holding there before he pulled back, licking over the wound. “Pretty,” he muttered before finding another unmarred patch and doing it again.

Each bite mark kicked through him in waves—pain, then adrenaline, then pleasure flooding his system in that order. Fen let him mark him up, even when he started to cry, even when he started biting over skin he’d already bitten. The more it hurt, the more Fen throbbed, the more desperate he became for his alpha’s knot.

“You…You said you’d…” Fen trailed off as Loch met his gaze, his flat stare stealing his words.

“And I will. When I’m done,” Loch growled.

“Done?” Fen echoed.

He gasped as Loch stood, taking him with him, forcing him to cling like a koala as he walked to the bed, then tossed him onto it. Fen scrambled backwards, not sure why he was fleeing. It was instinctive. When he reached the headboard, he pulled his legs to his chest.

The smile that spread across Loch’s face was chilling. He crawled onto the bed with a look that made Fen’s insides quake.

“What are you?—”

Loch gripped Fen’s ankles, dragging him until he was on his back in the center of the bed with his alpha hovering above him. Fen made a distressed sound in the back of his throat. Loch rumbled low in his chest, then licked across the seam of Fen’s lips.

“Now you sound like prey, too,” he said, nipping at Fen’s mouth until it bled, then sucking on the wound.

“Are you going to eat me or fuck me?” Fen whispered, unease sending a shiver along his spine.

“Both,” Loch said, slipping a hand between Fen’s legs, two fingers suddenly probing roughly at his rim before forcing their way inside. It didn’t hurt—Loch had been using him for days—but as he added a third finger, he settled his mouth over Fen’s left pec, just above his nipple, sinking his teeth in once more.

Loch had only wanted a better position to keep devouring Fen. And now he had it. He had full, unfettered access to his entire torso and he was taking full advantage. It was hard to care when he was high on endorphins and Loch was abusing his prostate, forcing his cock to drool all over his belly.

“Already so loose,” Loch muttered, removing his fingers and replacing them with his cock, bottoming out in one thrust.

Fen yelped, his hands scrambling for purchase on Loch’s sweaty shoulders as the alpha proceeded to fuck him into the mattress. There was nothing soft or subtle about it, no build up. Fen could only cling to him, unable to stop the embarrassing sounds falling from his lips every time Loch’s hips connected with his ass.

It was obscene. Filthy. They were both dirty, covered in sweat and Fen’s blood, the sound of their bodies slapping together only eclipsed by the squelching of the slick Loch fucked back into Fen’s sloppy hole with every thrust.

“Please,” Fen heard himself whisper. “Please, please, please…” he begged, each word punched from him as Loch used him.

He was relentless, his rhythm never faltering as he used him, not even when he bit him again…and again…and again. Each bite mark shot straight bliss through Fen’s system like a drug. Loch was so big, so powerful, so desperate to mark him. Each time he sank his teeth in, he’d growl, “Mine.”

Fen was his. He had no choice. Loch had infected every part of his life. He’d spoiled any other man for him. Nobody would compare to him. Nobody consumed him like this. Nobody used him like this, loved him like this. Nobody would ever satisfy him like Loch did, in or out of rut.

Fen whined when Loch pulled out, but he just flipped him onto his belly like he was nothing, dragging his hips up before slamming back in with the same brutal pace. Only now he was driving directly into Fen’s prostate as he sank his teeth into his shoulders, his back…anything he could reach. The warring sensations had him throbbing, but he no longer knew if it was from pleasure or pain. He didn’t care.

Fen felt high. High off his alpha’s pheromones, high off the pain, high off the euphoric pleasure that came from Loch pounding directly against that bundle of nerves. Every second that passed drove him closer to the edge.

Loch’s knot swelled, making Fen wince each time it bullied past his rim. It hurt. It always hurt, but he needed it. He needed his alpha locked inside. He needed his cum flooding his body.

Loch was a dominant alpha; maybe his cum could overwhelm his birth control. Maybe he could fuck him full. Fen needed him to knock him up. Now. He needed his alpha to do his job.

“Alpha…please,” he sobbed, wanting to turn around and look at him, but he was trapped beneath the palm between his shoulder blades that kept him just where Loch wanted. “I need your knot. Please. Please. I’ve been good. I deserve it. Breed me. Fuck your pups into me. Please, alpha.”

Fen screamed as Loch made an almost inhuman sound, driving his knot into him and locking it inside just as he sank his teeth into the back of his neck. It didn’t stop Loch from fucking him, his hips grinding against his ass as his knot continued to swell, pressing against Fen’s swollen prostate, pulling increasingly louder moans from him until he came untouched onto the already filthy sheets.

Fen’s body spasmed around Loch as pleasure pulsed through him. That seemed enough to push his alpha over the edge, flooding Fen’s insides with his release. He growled, collapsing on top of him, forcing him flat onto the mattress. Fen grimaced as he landed in the wet spot. His eyes slipped shut just as Loch pulled his teeth from his skin, once more licking at the wound.

Fen made a beleaguered sound when Loch rolled them onto their sides, placing a hand on Fen’s belly. “Mine.”

Fen could feel himself fading. “Yours.”

“Fen?”

“Yeah?” he mumbled, still floating somewhere in-between awake and asleep.

“A-Are you okay?” Loch asked.

“Mm,” Fen said, reaching back and petting Loch’s scruffy cheek. “You?’

Words were hard. He was exhausted. Loch needed to sleep.

“Why—” The alpha cut himself off. “Did I do this to you? Did I force you to stay with me?”

Fen shook his head, then rolled over to face him when he realized they were no longer tied together. How long had he been asleep? Long enough to sate Loch’s alpha into a short nap apparently.

His heart kicked in his chest at the look of distress on Loch’s face. “No, baby. You told me I could leave. I wanted to stay. You promised to claim me, remember?”

“What does that have to do with trapping yourself with me during my rut? Especially now. You had to see something is off. This isn’t normal. I’ve never lost myself during a rut, not like this.” He pressed his fingers against the bite marks over Fen’s body. I hurt you,” he said, words thick, his sorrow obvious.

Fen’s heart twisted at the distress in Loch’s voice. “I liked it. You didn’t do anything I didn’t want.”

“Yeah, because I mind-fucked you into thinking this was okay,” he whispered. He dropped kiss after kiss on Fen’s aching body, while Fen bobbed along the surface of sleep.

“No, I stayed because I wanted to. Because my mate needed me,” Fen said, words slurring together. “But you still haven’t given me what you promised.”

“I…” Loch said. “I promised?”

“You said you’d claim me. Have you changed your mind? It’s okay if you have. I just… If you haven’t, could we maybe do it now before the next wave hits and you’re not…you again?”

Loch hesitated. “You’re sure you still want it?”

“Are you sure you still want to give it to me?” Fen countered.

“That’s not even in question. I would have bitten you the day we met.”

Fen smiled, eyes still shut. “I would have let you.”

Loch’s mouth settled over Fen’s scent gland, giving him a chaste kiss. Fen sucked in a sharp breath as Loch’s teeth sank into him one final time, pleasure punching through him, his whole body on fire. “Oh, wow,” he managed.

“Now you.”

Fen’s pulse was sky high as he settled his teeth over Loch’s skin. He loved him so much. He couldn’t believe this was happening. He bit down, the taste of blood sharp on his tongue. Loch moaned, grinding his cock against Fen’s thigh.

When Fen released him, he giggled. “That…was wild. How do people do this publicly? Does it feel that good for everyone?”

Loch laughed. “Maybe we’re just perverts.”

Fen shrugged. “I’m okay with that.”

“Mm,” Loch agreed, pulling Fen close, nuzzling his new mating bite. “Me too.”

“Think we have time to do it before your alpha makes a comeback?” Fen murmured, slotting their legs together so they could rub their hard cocks together.

Loch froze, his distress returning. “Maybe you should have the others come get you so I can ride out the rest of this alone. I don’t want to hurt you.”

Fen set his jaw. “No.”

“Fen…” Loch said, his name a warning.

“No! I’m not arguing about it. You wouldn’t leave me if the situation was reversed.”

Loch opened his mouth then closed it again, finally shaking his head. “Yeah, okay. But if anything happens, promise me you’ll have them come get you.”

Fen shook his head. “Yeah, yeah, I promise. Now, hurry up and fuck me before that other guy comes back.”