Ain't nothin' but a hound dog

Elliot Warren | 29 | Beta Pack C Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetuer adipiscing elit, sed diam nonummy nibh euismod tincidunt ut laoreet dolore magna aliquam erat volutpat. Ut wisi enim ad minim veniam, quis nostrud exerci tation ullamcorper suscipit lobortis nisl ut aliquip ex ea commodo consequat. Duis autem vel eum iriure dolor in hendrerit in vulputate velit esse molestie consequat, vel illum dolore eu feugiat nulla facilisis at vero eros et accumsan et iusto odio dignissim qui blandit praesent luptatum zzril delenit augue duis dolore te feugait nulla facilisi. Nam liber tempor cum soluta nobis eleifend option congue nihil imperdiet doming id quod mazim placerat facer possim assum. Typi non habent claritatem insitam; est usus legentis in iis qui facit eorum claritatem. Investigationes demonstraverunt lectores legere me lius quod ii legunt saepius. Claritas est etiam processus dynamicus, qui sequitur mutationem consuetudium lectorum. Mirum est notare quam littera gothica, quam nunc putamus parum claram, anteposuerit litterarum formas humanitatis per seacula quarta decima et quinta decima. Eodem modo typi, qui nunc nobis videntur parum clari, fiant sollemnes in futurum.

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M!A Baby Bump

[teaguegalen1-blog]

Things moved fast after that. Teague was prepped. They gave him an epidural, and locals, and put up a curtain between his head and belly so the surgery wouldn’t frighten him. They cleaned his belly, and swabbed it with the brown anti-germ solution. They prepped Elliot as well, putting him in a blue surgical gown, covering his hair, and giving him a mask. 

The procedure took a couple of hours, but apparently went off without a hitch. The pup was pulled out, wiped down, and had his lungs cleared. He needed to go to the ICU for an incubator, but they did put him in his Oma’s arms before they whisked him away. He was a little thing. Teague cried with relief that all things considered the baby was ok. 

They finished up, and closed Teague up, gave him a sedative, and sent him to recovery. Elliot was informed that now Teague could rest, and he could come see the baby in a few hours. 

[elliot-warren]

Seeing the small, still, rather blue looking pup pulled from the wound in Teague's round belly was something Elliot in that instant knew he could have gone his whole life without seeing. It made his skin crawl, and the little hairs on the nape of his neck had prickled up into standing as a nervous growl rumbled in his chest. It wasn't natural. Pups were not supposed to be brought into the world this way.

But Teague's hand had tightened around his own, and Elliot instantly remembered that this was not about him. It was about the pale, anxious face on the other side of the blue curtain staring up at him with wide eyes, begging silently for assurance. Assure he did, brushing back sweat dampened curls from Teague's forehead and supporting his shaking arms as he was allowed to hold his baby for scant seconds before pup was hurried away in a flurry of scrubs, and omega was given the last of his stitches before moving to recovery. 

Elliot trailed after the gurney, tapping out another quick text to Connor. Teague and the pup were out of the woods, but Elliot wasn't going to leave until the omega's real mate was there with Teague in his arms. Coffee in hand, and a pile of horrible celeb gossip magazines in his lap, Elliot settled into the bedside chair and began the wait as Teague slept off the ordeal. 

[teaguegalen1-blog]

M!A Baby Bump

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The doctor raised his hands, soothing. “Everyone will be fine. This is a difficult birth, but we’ve handled difficult births. I won’t allow your mate to suffer longer than needed, or push him too hard and court more complications. We’ll try stopping the contractions first, then go from there.” 

They put an IV into Teague’s arm and started the medication. Teague leaned into Elliot, and whined every so often. “I’m sorry. You didn’t ask for all this when you stopped.” Then he smiled just a little. “They think you’re my mate.”

Time passed and the contractions kept coming. More exams were done, and Teague was clearly exhausted. Finally the doctor came in and took a breath.

"Here’s where we are. Baby is still being stressed and we can’t stop the contractions. The problem is that you’re not dilated, or even lost your mucus plug. It is my opinion that if you’re allowed to go on like this, the placenta might rupture. We should do a c-section for you and your baby." He fell quiet, looking at Teague with gentle attentiveness. The Omega started crying, but nodded. He was past worrying about his pride and just wanted everything to be ok. 

[elliot-warren]

"I'll be your substitute until he does get here." Elliot smiled, smoothing sweat dampened curls back from Teague's pale forehead. He'd already sent a text message to Conor, and though his master wasn't very happy about the fact that it looked like his hound would be missing dinner that night, he knew better than to argue with instinct when it came to the beta and pregnant omegas. 

Elliot soothed Teague through contractions, kept a wary eye on doctors, and gently supplied ice chips when it looked like the omega was getting dehydrated. And when the tears came, he wiped those away too, maintaining his role as pseudo mate.

"I'm going in," he insisted when the doctors began to prepare the omega for surgery. "Get me ready too." 

[teaguegalen1-blog]

M!A Baby Bump

[teaguegalen1-blog]

Teague tucked his face into Elliot’s neck. Elliot wasn’t his mate, but the Beta smelled good, and comforting. He wrapped his arms around Elliot’s shoulders and held on tight. 

The nurses sprang into action, bringing a chair, which Teague refused to let go of Elliot to use. So they quickly hustled them back to a room with an exam table. Teague still didn’t want to let go. Fortunately all they needed right then was to pull up his shirt, and press a monitor to it. When Teague told them how far along he was, combined with the readings, the doctor exchanged glances with the nurses, and then cleared Teague to be moved to a maternity room. 

It turned out Teague wasn’t incorrect about the labor. There was something wrong. The pup’s heartbeat was distressed. 

"We’re going to give him a more complete examination and try and stop the labor since it’s early. If we can’t, we will prep a neonatal incubator. Everything should be fine. We’ll take care of your mate and pup." The doctor still believed that Elliot was the father as no one still had bothered to even ask.

[elliot-warren]

Teague wasn't letting go of him, and Elliot wasn't making a single move to try and free himself. He was willing to be the omega's rock, and provide any soothing stability he needed. The beta was damned sure that if he were about to push a pup out of his body, he'd want a little TLC too. So Elliot stroked hair, and rumbled low, reassuring sounds whenever he felt the omega tense against him, body seizing with contractions. 

Elliot saw the concerned glances, and his expression went steely and hard. 

"You do whatever you needs to happen to make sure they both make it out of here alive, got it?" he growled, staring down the pink scrubbed nurses and the young doctor. His accent had become thick, but even if he was incomprehensible, the edge in his voice spoke measures. "And I'll do my part to make this easier on him, yeah? Now get to work." 

[teaguegalen1-blog]

M!A Baby Bump

[teaguegalen1-blog]

Teague rose with help, and all but fell into Elliot’s arms. He groaned, a lingering noise of pain, and clung to Elliot. “It hurts! Something’s wrong!” 

The Omega was panicked, and the pain made him double over. Elliot would have to carry him in. Nurses spotted the couple and hustled out with a chair. No one stopped Elliot from coming along. They thought he was the father. Teague was too distracted to say otherwise. He whined and panted as they took him to an exam room. 

[elliot-warren]

"There's nothing wrong." Elliot scoffed good naturedly, easily taking Teague's weight in his arms when the omega sagged back against him. "You're just having a baby, it ain't going to be a walk in the park." 

With one hand under Teague's arms, he stooped and slid the other under his knees, scooping him up. The beta smiled at him and toted him in through the sliding doors, striding right up to the nurses desk with a broad grin.

"Hi. We're having a baby. Where do I put him?"

[teaguegalen1-blog]

M!A Baby Bump

[teaguegalen1-blog]

Teague allowed Elliot to steer him outside, and sat down before he realized that Elliot intended to leave him. He grabbed Elliot’s hand and protested, wanting to follow him. 

"Please don’t leave!" Another contraction was gathering and the Omega moaned softly, holding his back. He let go of Elliot’s hand, allowing him to dash away for the car. 

Soon he was back, and gently getting Teague into the car. The O was crying again, and panting in pain. He clutched the seatbelt tight, and whined, “Just… hospital!”

About the time they arrived he was finally getting angry. He had pulled out a phone, and was growling, “This baby is early, and you aren’t here! I don’t deserve this! I hate you, Tom! I hate you! Don’t come home!” This would be a message for Tom to later wake up up to.

[elliot-warren]

"That's right," Elliot nodded encouragingly as he made his way to the hospital as quickly and safely as he could, keeping one eye on the road, and one on the laboring omega. "You yell at him all you want."

The beta wasn't entirely sure who 'Tom' was, but he had a pretty good idea of whom it was, and if screaming at the man through voicemail helped get Teague through the pain of labor, then by all means he was going to support it. 

Tires squealed as he pulled into the drop off bay of the hospital, horn blaring. The car was still running as he leapt from it, loping around to open the door on Teague's side. 

"Come on, almost there." Elliot encouraged, offering both hands to help the omega lever himself from the car. "You've got this momma." 

[teaguegalen1-blog]

M!A Baby Bump

[teaguegalen1-blog]

Teague whimpered softly. He still wanted to refuse, but it was getting impossible to deny that something was wrong at least. He could only be on so much denial. Finally he nodded. 

"Can you take me to St. Luna General…? That’s my hospital." It wasn’t far by car, and now Elliot was officially involved. Teague didn’t have anyone else nearby to call. He looked so sad. 

[elliot-warren]

"Yes, anywhere you need. I'm here for you." Elliot nodded, rising to action now that he'd convinced the omega of what needed to be done. Cups and untouched croissants were abandoned as he herded Teague toward the door. His car was parked two streets over, and the beta dumped the omega on a park bench as he jogged to his car. 

He barely even pulled over to pick Teague up again, pressing the button for his hazard lights and jumping out, door flung wide open into the street.

"Come on now," he soothed, gently guiding the pale omega toward the open door on his car. "How're you doing? Hanging in there?" 

[teaguegalen1-blog]

M!A Baby Bump

[teaguegalen1-blog]

"No. No no… It’s not time. I have two more months." Teague gritted his teeth, then panted softly. "Can’t have this pup early! I was going to carry this one all the way!" His voice was low, but he sounded desperate. "He’s fine! I’m fine! They’ll…" He paused and panted again for a few moments. "They’ll stop. They have to stop."

It was true that this contraction had peaked and was ebbing already, leaving Teague looking exhausted and a little humiliated. “I should probably go home.”

[elliot-warren]

"Teague." Elliot said calmly, reaching across the table with open, placating palms. His face was kind, his voice gentle, his scent soothing. Still, he did not touch the omega, only offered his stability.

"I think it's time." the beta nodded, watching Teague attentively, knowing that the next pain would come in a matter of minutes. "Your pup is strong, and your body is telling you it's time to welcome him into the world. You need to let this happen." 

[teaguegalen1-blog]

M!A Baby Bump

[teaguegalen1-blog]

"Thank you. You’re very kind." Teague did look smaller without the layers of stuff on. He was wearing a tunic sweater that was soft on his skin, and followed his curves subtly. It was high class clothing, simple and elegant. He was definitely not down on his luck it seemed. One could wonder why so pensive. 

He fixed his tea to his liking, and buttered the pastry, though he was more being polite than enthusiastic. His desire for food has waned as the contractions had started. He did need to keep eating however. He sipped his tea, and nibbled, feeling shy about looking up. He didn’t want the building pain to show in his eyes, but the fact he was going ashen was impossible to hide.

[elliot-warren]

Elliot had planned on letting the little omega ride his pains out until he gave in and asked for assistance, but as he watched the already pale face go chalky white and then ash grey, the beta knew he had to say something. 

"I really think it would be best for you and your pup if we were to see a doctor right now." he said gently, setting down his barely touched cup of coffee and giving Teague a concerned look. "It can't be good for him for his mom to be so uncomfortable he can't even eat." 

[teaguegalen1-blog]

M!A Baby Bump

[teaguegalen1-blog]

"Green tea with honey." Teague turned to waddle his way toward whatever open table was the best mix of not having to wade through a crowd of curious touchers, and not being out in the open for more curious touchers. He sighed as he was able to take off the layers of cold weather wear and settle into a booth. He could feel a twinge of pressure in his back again. 

[elliot-warren]

Elliot watched Teague carefully as the omega maneuvered through the tables and chairs, only looking away once he saw him settle onto the plush bench seat of a booth, pale hands still making the occasional fretful pass over his belly.

What an odd little thing.

Then again, Elliot had always found omegas to be odd and unpredictable at best. Probably why he was in a relationship with a human. Better to just remove the wolf genders completely, have a clean, human slate.

The beta waited patiently as he ordered a green tea for Teague and a black coffee for himself, piling the tray with sealed straws filled with golden honey, and a croissant for the both of them. Finally, he made his way back to the isolated booth, setting the tray within Teague's reach.

"Green tea with honey." Elliot smiled, pulling off his jacket and sliding into the seat across from Teague. "And a croissant incase you're hungry. I remember my cousin being hungry all the time when he was carrying."  

[teaguegalen1-blog]

M!A Baby Bump

[teaguegalen1-blog]

Teague winced a little at the mention of litters. There would never be a litter. He shook his head. “No. No litter. Just the one.” He stroked his belly, and realized he looked bigger than he was . Ridiculous Omega pregnancy cloths. “He’s not even… that big.” 

Elliot could tell he had hit a nerve. Teague’s tummy petting had taken on a more frantic rhythm. “But he’s fine. He’s going to be just fine. Perfect. He’ll be perfect…”

[elliot-warren]

"Of course he will be." Elliot soothed, trying harder than ever to resist the urge to comfort and soothe the omega. He fisted his hands in his pockets, looking anywhere but at the round little thing, and he sighed with relief when they reached the cafe doors. 

"Here, what kind of tea do you want?" he asked, holding the door for Teague to pass through. "I'll stand in line, you just claim a table for us, yeah?"

[teaguegalen1-blog]

M!A Baby Bump

[teaguegalen1-blog]

Teague breathed and relaxed more as the stranger continued to be polite. While he did yearn to be kept safe and nurtured, his primary desire was for mate and family to do so, and he didn’t have either at the moment. As long as Elliot respected his boundaries, he was building trust. He could sense it, that Teague was relaxing to him more and more. 

"Yes. This is my, my first…" First carried to term, but he didn’t feel the need to splay that out for Elliot. He felt like this was the reason his Mate went on trips. He had been a poor choice of mate. His hands played along the curve of stomach protectively. This pup was small, but healthy. One never knew what one was going to get until puberty set in, but how often were Alpha pups small?

[elliot-warren]

"My.... cousin," Elliot swallowed around the term, still unused to living amongst civilized peoples where the idea of Hunters and Hounds was seen as barbaric. So all the wolves he'd known on the compound became his 'cousins' and all of Conor's family and friends became his 'in laws'. It was just easier that way. 

"My cousin's mate was pregnant with their first," he continued, checking both directions on the street before leading them across. "And when he went into labor, he just kept pushin' pup after pup after pup out. Turns out what the midwife had thought was just one really active pup was a litter of four!"

The beta chuckled, thinking about the mated pair with a babe in each arm. They'd been over joyed to be pregnant in the first place, and the abundance of pups had just been seen as a blessing. 

"You having a litter?" Elliot asked, glancing down at the omega's round belly. 

[teaguegalen1-blog]

M!A Baby Bump

Teague was on the verge of refusing, but after a moment of reflection, he realized he was a bit thirsty… and lonely. He didn’t have any nearby family, no pack, and his Alpha was in another country. He sighed and nodded, then offered his hand. The contraction had passed. 

He rose carefully, and took a breath. “A little green tea would be good…” He turned to waddle in that direction. At least a Beta would hardly cause gossip. “My name is Teague. Nice to meet you.”

[elliot-warren]

Once he'd touched the omega, it was hard to keep his hands off of him. He wanted to help, to nurture, some deep seated primal instinct telling him to take care of the pregnant creature. But Elliot was nothing if not well trained, and after carefully helping Teague to his swollen feet, he released him. 

"Elliot." the beta returned, his voice thick with the brogue born of the green hills and peat bogs of his homeland. "S'a pleasure."

Resisting the urge to stretch his hands out and steady the waddling omega, Elliot shoved them deep into his pockets, looking skyward as he fought a smile. The sky was overcast, and the smell of snow was on the air. 

"Will this be your first?" he asked, glancing at the unlined brow and fair skin of his companion. The lad was young. Old enough to be mated sure, but far too young to have more than one litter already.

[teaguegalen1-blog]

Baby Bump: Seven months

The pregnant Omega wandered over to settle on a bench. It was only month seven, but he was exhausted. People said it was normal, but he wondered sometimes. He was young, and it was his first child by the Alpha he had been arranged to. An Alpha that was out of town on business. It should have been safe. Teague wasn’t due. He was even kind of relieved that his mate was gone. He suspected part of the tiredness was how much effort it took to sweetly pretend it was all rosy and perfect when the truth was far from it. 

Teague sweated, he felt bloated, he felt like his body had been hijacked, He couldn’t sleep, and he was exhausted over all the attention he would get. Then lately it was all the Braxton-Hicks contractions. They could be pretty intense. They had been hitting all day.

Teague rubbed his lower back. He could feel one building. It was painful enough to make him pant. 

[teaguegalen1-blog]

Teague almost didn’t sense the beta strolling up, so deep in the contraction he was. He smelled him, and opened his eyes just as the stranger spoke. Great. Another stranger. Right now. Still, he could tell that Elliot was just trying to help, and the fact that he was a beta was actually comforting. An Alpha would be touching him, and barking orders. Another Omega would likely be whining and trying to comfort, but also touching him. He thought he would scream if another stranger touched him without asking. He kept panting, then grunted as the pain reached a peak and began to ebb. 

"It’s… fine. Just false contractions. I’m not due for… two months." They were harder than usual, but he was convinced. He wasn’t going to have this baby yet. His mate wasn’t home, and damnit, he was going to be perfect.

[elliot-warren]

"Ya sure about that, lad?" Elliot questioned, his forehead crinkling ash is brows jumped up to his hairline. He drank in the omega's flushed cheeks, the sheen of sweat on his forehead, and the fine lines of tension at the corners of his eyes. It didn't look good. 

"Why don't you let me take you to the cafe on the corner and get you something' warm to drink." Elliot offered, jerking his head in the direction of the little cafe he ran by every morning. Fall was ebbing away in the face of winter, and there was a cold bite to the air that he embraced, but knew couldn't be good for the gravid omega. He smiled, and offered a hand as he stood from his crouch. "My treat." 

It wasn't a far walk to the warmth of the little shop. If the dark haired boy couldn't walk the distance  without hunching in pain, Elliot knew there would be only one thing to do. 

[teaguegalen1-blog]

Baby Bump: Seven months

The pregnant Omega wandered over to settle on a bench. It was only month seven, but he was exhausted. People said it was normal, but he wondered sometimes. He was young, and it was his first child by the Alpha he had been arranged to. An Alpha that was out of town on business. It should have been safe. Teague wasn’t due. He was even kind of relieved that his mate was gone. He suspected part of the tiredness was how much effort it took to sweetly pretend it was all rosy and perfect when the truth was far from it. 

Teague sweated, he felt bloated, he felt like his body had been hijacked, He couldn’t sleep, and he was exhausted over all the attention he would get. Then lately it was all the Braxton-Hicks contractions. They could be pretty intense. They had been hitting all day.

Teague rubbed his lower back. He could feel one building. It was painful enough to make him pant. 

[elliot-warren]

Elliot wasn't an alpha. He would never be as strong as an alpha, or have senses as sharp as an alpha's, but there was no way in hell anyone could miss the sweet, comforting scent of an omega carrying pups. It was the smell of something doughy waiting in the oven for you, wrapped in the warmth of fresh laundry and the gentleness of a mother's hug. 

Slowing to a jog, he looked around, searching the few other figures milling about the park for the soft roundness of motherhood, well aware of the stupid, instinctive smile curving his lips. 

He'd long wanted pups of his own, but Conor was human, and he was a beta, barely capable of impregnating even the most fertile of omegas. He'd brought it up once or twice, but the conversations had all either ended in shouting matches between the mixed species couple, or in tussles of another sort between the sheets of their bed. 

Elliot's eyes zeroed in on heavy curve of a belly, and some warm, unnamed affection bloomed in his chest. It lingered only as long as it took for his eyes to track up to the omega's face. Something was wrong.

"You okay?" he asked slightly out of breath from his run. Pink cheeked but brows furrowed in concern, he trotted the last few steps before crouching with his elbows on his knees so that he was in the omega's eyeline. 

[elliot-warren]

Virgin Territory || Roran & Elliot

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Roran moaned a low, pleasant moan, nuzzling at the short, soft locks adorning the side of the beta’s sun embraced skin. 

"You can do it," the alpha assured between warm breaths, lips mapping out the set of the male’s jaw and neck. "Just let your instincts take over, and I’ll try and keep myself composed.” Slowly he tore himself away and to his feet, undoing the pesky brass button holding his waist line close, and sliding down the tiny fly preventing Elliot access to his painfully encased erection.

A very vocal sigh spilled from the alpha as his length sprung forward, a droplet of pre snapping free from the slit of his head, replaced by a second as Roran bore down into the omega’s wide, all seeing eyes.

[elliot-warren]

Oh.

"You're big." Elliot gasped, blinking at the thick, eager length bobbing in the air between them. Sure, he'd seen alphas mate with omegas before, the powerful males mounting wolves in heat wherever they could finally pin them down at. 

But it was an entirely different situation to think about getting that long, hard flesh into his own body. 

His hole clenched nervously as he sat up, staring hard at Roran's groin. Tentatively, he reached out, and with the tip of his tongue, traced over velvet soft skin. 

[conormurphy-hunter]

Keegan flinched as Elliot caught him, far too used to the clumsy fumbling of young wolves to relax in the embrace. They meant no harm, he knew, but the bliss of release took all sense from the young bucks. Claws would dig into his skin, teeth would pierce his neck or shoulders, and his bottom would ache for days from the enthusiasm of their love making. 

Still, it was nice to finally be taken after so many days of waiting. Keegan endured his heats well enough to be an ideal candidate for heat trainings, and in a few years he would be allowed to retire and take a mate.

Elliot’s nosing was gentle enough, and the omega shuddered in pleasant relief as the warm tip massaged against his neck.  The fingers that probed at his slick entrance weren’t clawed or sharp, so with a soft growl of warning, Keegan braced himself of hands and knees.  

[elliot-warren]

If there was one image Elliot prayed flashed before his eyes as he was drawing his last breath, it was this one. Keegan's hips were soft curves framing the beautifully broad swells of his ass and the glistening pink pucker that clenched and fluttered beneath his gaze. In the gap between his thighs, the tightly drawn globes of his sack hung tantalizingly. Everything was perfectly soft, smooth, pristine skin, and Elliot longed more than anything to see the imprint of his teeth bruised onto that primed canvas.

A whine tore from his throat before it deepened into a rumble in his chest that vibrated all the way through to his cock. 

Elliot dropped to his knees, dragging his hands over the firm length of the omega's thighs as he pressed his cheek to Keegan's ass. The sweet musk of his heat was overwhelming, but a week's worth of exposure training left the young beta able to keep control. With a breathy moan of anticipation, Elliot leaned in, and dragged his tongue up that sweet, slick valley. 

"Like the kisses of leannán sí," he exclaimed in a breathy laugh, licking the taste of ripe omega from his lips. With all the enthusiasm of a starving man at a banquet, he set to using his tongue, lips and teeth to drawing more of that sweetness from the depths of Keegan's hole.

[conormurphy-hunter]

Conor stiffened as Elliot rose, and the omega caught his breath. 

"Down, El," the hunter rumbled, stepping in front of the anxious, naked wolf that tempted his hound so. "DOWN." Elliot wavered, then sunk back to his heels. Conor’s heart was pounding, and he wiped a bead of sweat from his temple. 

"Good boy. Good boy." That had been a close one, but Elliot prevailed. Conor left the omega behind and drew up to his wolf, catching him behind the ears and rubbing enthusiastically. 

"You did it, man. Heat training is over." Conor knelt, slipped his hand around the base of Elliot’s leaking cock with only a small wince, and unsnapped the cock ring. 

"Go ahead," he nodded, gesturing to the omega. "You can take him now. You earned it." This, he hadn’t been looking forward to. It was customary to reward the pups with a chance to relieve themselves, but Conor really didn’t feel like watching. He snickered when the hounds mated openly in the fields, but this felt weird. It was Elliot now, not someone else’s wolves. 

Conor would leave if he could, but as far as he knew, this would be Elliot’s first time mounting. Young alpha and betas could get carried away, and if he sent the omega back to his owner all clawed up and battered, he’d get a talking to.

[elliot-warren]

Relief washed over Elliot as Conor stepped towards him, all of the sternness on his face washed away with his proud grin. The touch to his ears was nice, but the hand loosening the cock ring was nicer. His eyes slipped shut, and a groan worked its way free from deep inside his gut. It was going to feel so good to not have to torture his junk anymore. 

His eyes sprang open at Conor's next words. 

"I can have him?" he asked, voice gone low and gravelly. His attention flicked to the omega. "I can have you?" 

The nervous young omega glanced at Conor, before nodding. He was in heat, chock full of birth control, and looking forward to a little relief to the burning hunger that had been plaguing him. Heat trials were just as hard for the hound as they were for the bait. 

Elliot was on him in a flash, his hands firm on the omega's hips even as his nose traced soft, delicate paths along the boy's exposed neck. He breathed in the scent that had been driving him mad, that sweet musk of fertility that made his cock ache with each beat of his thundering heart. The omega was stripped naked, and he took advantage of the free expanse of feather soft skin and gentle curves his eyes had lingered on for the past three hours.

His fingers found their way to the omega's crack, and when they encountered slick, welcoming heat, he was lost.