I created a Google Drive filled with books a few years ago. I recently was cleaning out my Google Drive and accidentally deleted it and by the time I realized, I had already emptied my Google trash. So Iâm starting over. Thankfully I had a chunk saved on my computer. But itâs going to be a process to get all of those books back. So be patient. And of course I donât remember all the books that were on there. So if thereâs a book you want thatâs currently not on there, leave comment or send a message and Iâll try and get it for you.
Hereâs the link to the new drive: https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1sp44YGsJ4eqRHj4q9MgUzwuUkoFaLwBu
.˳˳â§.â à„± deer hybrid!reader x bear shifter!price
18+ only. afab reader. hibernation. kidnapping kinda. first time meeting. mw4 price with a beard. age gap. not mentioned but yk. prone bone. unprotected p in v. breeding kink. somnophilia. daddy kink. cream pie. fingering. spitting. anal.
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Deer shifter!reader that likes frolicking through the woods with cool winter-around-the-corner air blowing into your hair and nipping at the ears that sprout from the top of your head. Follow the trail, donât worry too much when you wander off it because the woods are second nature to youâŠuntil you get caught in a foothold trap. Ears glued to your skull, panicked bawls tumbling past your lips as you fumble with the trap through the blur of tears in your eyes.
Too distracted to notice bear shifter!Price who hears you from his cabin and follows your pathetic cries with thundering steps. Scoffs when he sees you caught in the trap left by one of those local hunters, in his backyard nonetheless.
You squeal, freeze like a deer in headlights when he comes into vision, failing to scramble away when he snatches you by the calf to keep you still.
The warmth radiating from his palm courses through your bones, makes you fuzzy and relaxed. Has you pliable when he sucks a gruff breath in and snatches you up, soft bleat making him growl lowly in his chest.
Heâs so warm, smells of smoke and sweat that drives you crazy. Makes heat coil in your stomach and eyes go half-lidded with drowsiness.
Heâs impossibly big, broad shoulders under your palms, soft pudge smashed against your hips, and a wide arm covered in dark coarse hair pining you to him. Has a beard too, full and thick, covered in that scent that has you fantasizing turning your cheeks raw with how much you nuzzle into it.
You donât question where heâs taking you, couldnât run with the distant throb in your ankle, not that you really wanted to with the warm admiration growing in your chest. Gaze fixed on the side of his face, shiver shooting down your spine at the sharpness of his features.
âWhatâs your name?â You manage to murmur.
âPrice.â He grunts, low growl in the back of his throat. The gruffness of his words sends a blanket of drowsiness over you. Rumble that you feel against your chest has your tail swishing, rubbing against his forearm. You bleat at the feel, love your fur against the roughness of his own.
He looks at you then, has your ears flattening, tail moving quicker. Gulp at the bulging vein in his neck and sweat collected at his brow. You imagine licking it off.
Your name tumbles past your lips even though he never asked, heart squeezing when he turns away with a clench of his jaw. A heavy paw pets at your ears. Makes you shiver and whine softly, has you melting into his shoulder with a yawn.
âBig day fâr ya tomorrow, little doe.â He rasps, settles his paw at your neck till you fall asleep. Keeps his twitchy and too-easy trusting little mate pressed to his chest until he makes it to his cabin. Room smokey with half blown out candles and a lit fire place, windows covered, pantry stocked, and once he locks the door behind him, no one goes out.
You hum lowly in your throat against his neck, puff soft breaths that have something hot and angry boiling in Priceâs chest. Make him chuff and uneasy until youâre tucked into his chest and buried in his bed. Covered and protected in his scent, Price rumbles with satisfaction, noses into your neck so he can fall asleep to the one thing heâs been waiting for.
You wake with a start. Throw off whateverâs covering you because youâre burning alive. Would panic about the glue that keeps your eyes closed, but it takes everything out of you just to sluggishly peel off your sweat ridden clothes.
Wake up sometime later with slow blinks to a ceiling, exhaustion so heavy behind the back of your eyes that your eyes flutter shut for just a second and youâre sleep again.
You rouse with the sound of snoring. Obnoxious bellows that end with a low growl, make you huff and puff into a sitting position. Palm at your face to see past the sleepies in your eyes. Room covered in soft light from a dozens of candles and Price whoâs so loud you fall back onto his pillow of an arm to shove at his chest.
Contact making your skin prickle and now you only notice youâre somehow naked. Nipples pebbled and legs so slick from the furious throb between your legs. He doesnât even stir, you pout, shake his chest and run your palms through his soft fur.
Mind so dazed and thoughts soft around the edges, you donât even blink an eye at your situation. It feels so natural to be curled into Prices side, only when heâs quiet though. A hum sings in the back of your throat as you fight the need to shove the covers down his stomach to feast on the pudge of it just so you can get him to shut up.
âPrice.â You whine, bawl escaping your throat and boy he jumps up then. Eyes quick to find and scan over you before huffing and rolling from his back to sling a heavy arm around your waist. Face so close that your tail sings.
âWhat?â He chuffs, voice gruff with sleep and eyes glazed as they drift to your chest. His hand paw at your waist, callouses scraping over your back.
You bleat, arch your chest forward at the attention and almost forget your words till you scramble your thoughts back. âStop snoring. Too loud.â You huff.
Price growls, makes your instinct howl as you flatten to the bed, but your tail never stops flickering. Hands finding purchase at the hair that covers his chest, mewl at the smell of him blanketing you.
He leans down, presses his nose to your nipple and chuffs as he takes in your smell. You keen at the quick breaths caressing your skin, sends pulses between your legs. Tail working in quick speed when he laves a languid strip across your nipples. Tongue big and rough, scraps at your skin and makes you mush.
Soft tuffs of air snort from your nose as you fight against the sleep that tugs at your mind. Chirp and dig your nails into his thick hair when he nuzzles his beard into your skin.
You reawaken and doze off dozens of times before youâre finally able to keep your eyes open for longer than a second. Donât know how long youâve been there and donât really question it because Price feels so good pressed against you. So warm and soft and youâd want to curl into his skin if you could.
Pinned to the bed now, Price pressed firmly to your back and the feel of his chest hair rubbing against you makes you moan lowly. Has Price stirring awake and shoving his face to your neck.
âPrice.â You whine, body shuddering and legs slipping against each other. Need coiling in your stomach that fuels the raise of your hips.
Price growls, paws at your hips and fits his heavy cock between your ass. You bleat pathetically, keen at the throb of his cock. Mind buzzing as you blabber. âInside, inside.â
Price braces a heavy arm at the side of your head, hand skimming a slow trail down your back to knock a knuckle against your wagging tail, draws a chirp and shudder from you before lining himself up.
âBig stretch coming, little doe.â He rasps into the ears at your head, has your spine locking up and when he slowly pushes in you bawl loudly, braining whiting out and when you nod back to reality, your bodyâs lurching forward in a steady rhythm.
Lewd, wet slaps echoing in your ear until your mind clears of the dazed fog to register the loud, broken moans tumbling from your lips.
Price groans, settles his weight on your back and gives short, sharp thrusts into your sloppy cunt. Every push in you swear you can feel him in your throat.
He chuffs into your ears, makes them twitch and send shock waves to your clit. Price can feel the brush of your tail against his stomach, drives him mad, makes him really put his back into it.
Thereâs a delicious burn from how wide Price stretches you. Feeling surging through your body every time he humps into you. Has sweat collecting on your brow, hands finding purchase on the bed sheets. Eyes rolling at the flex of his forearms at either side of your head.
Your nipples rub against the bed every times Price sends you forward, has your mind buzzing and hand flying up to his wrist braced in front of you. Admiring how small you are to him, how rough and hairy he is.
Quick pants adding to the heat coiling around you two. A thin layer of perspiration coating both your bodies that allows your scents to mix into the air, drive you both lightheaded.
You keen, clit slamming just right into the bed when Price slams hard, whines when he lifts your hips away and higher to get a better angle at your womb. Hopes that his seed will catch and youâll be big and swollen with his cubs come spring.
He grunts and growls, sound sent right into your ears. Works you up and has you babbling. âFeels so good, Price.â You hiccup through tears blurring your vision. âSo big and warm! âM so full.â
âDaddy.â He growls with a sharp thrust into your leaky pussy. One that travels up your spine and makes you woozy. âCall me Daddy, doe.â
You squeal, flutter around him at his authority. Chant his name in your mind until it bubbles from your throat, tear slipping down your cheek.
âFuck.â Price croaks down into the space between you both, eyes on the froth collecting at the base of his cock from your needy cunt.
Head falling onto the bed, too tired to keep it up. Mouth opening and moaning so drool leaks out onto Prices fingers.
âCock hungry deer.â He seethes, gripping your jaw to smash your lips together. You do your best to keep up, but the fierceness of Priceâs movements makes drool slip down your chin and teeth clink together. Beard scratching your face and making you squeeze around him.
Price licks the strip of combined saliva off your chin and spits it back in your mouth, watches you gulp it down before quickening his pace.
You feel him so deep inside you, pussy stretched wide around his bulging cock. You whine when you feel him a little too much, tell him to slow down and he only laughs.
âIs Daddyâs cock being mean, baby? Too rough for your little pussy? But youâre sucking Daddy in so good baby, you sure you want me to slow down?â He coos, brushes his beard against your sensitive ears.
You moan, his scent making your ass push higher into his thrusts, upcoming orgasm making you whiny, hips fucking back into him.
Price groans when he shifts off you, mesmerized at the sight of you pushing back into him that for a second he stops, has to grind his teeth together to stop from cumming into you too early. Watches you moan mindlessly with your eyes clenched shut, back arched as you shove your ass into his hips. Curse at the jiggle of yours hips, can tell youâre gonna cum the way you flutter around him, so he bullies his cock into you with long, quick thrusts, grunts and clenches his jaw with each jerk forward.
âCum with me, little doe. Gonna blow my load inside you. Get you to give Daddy a baby.â
You squeal when you cum, pussy squeezing so tightly that one last lazy thrust from Price is all it takes for him to spill into you with a groan. Teeth sinking into your neck during your orgasm that you donât even feel it, only catch Price laving at the spot as you huff tiredly against the bed.
Hot and sweaty and buzzing with satisfaction, Price slumps against you, doesnât pull out to make sure his cum stays inside of you for a good while. Gives a shallow thrust for good measure that makes you both groan.
You feel his cum leak out, shiver despite the furnace at your back and mewl softly. Price licks up sweat lacing your neck and chuffs into the crease of it, lulls you to sleep to dream of your stomach big and round.
Wake up again later to Price fingering his fallen cum back into your pussy, makes you cum on his fingers before eating it out of you and testing your resistance at your back door. Only squeak initially before relaxing once his finger breaches through.
âso good baby keep goingâ he praises, taking a drag out of his cigar as you whimper and roll your bare cunt on his thigh, clutching his biceps for dear life as one of his large hands guide your hips
your moans grow louder as you find the perfect angle clit trobbing against the steady pressure. your head tips back, hair falling across your face as priceâs hand comes up to cover your mouth
âshhh we donât want the others to hear, huh doll?â you muffle between his fingers, squeezing your eyes shut as he flexes his muscles beneath you, making your cunt leak more slick onto his trousers
âsuch a fuckin little messâ he mutters, circling his thumb over your clit adding more stimulation. your cheeks burn from humiliation as you bit your lower lip trying not to make a sound. he presses harder on your clit whilst you rut faster and deeper on his thigh, making your stomach tighten
âprice no mor-â you cry out, a low whine tearing its way out of your throat as you release yourself on him. he drags you over his thigh, forcing you to ride the aftershocks as you shudder and shake in his grip, over sensitivity burning through your core. your forehead drops to his shoulder, breath stuttering as the last waves of pleasure leave your body. he slaps your swollen pussy in satisfaction, your body jolting from the contact as you curl into him like a kitten
âthatâs my girlâ he whispers forcing your chin up, meeting your dazed eyes with his. his lips curl into a smug filthy grin seeing your teary eyes and the prominent wet stain imprinted on his trousers
âlunch times over doll. back out you goâ he murmurs after a while, leaving sloppy kisses on your neck as you gather your senses and come back to reality. he leans back on his chair, puffing his cigar as you wince and scramble around trying to make it seem you didnât ride your boyfriends thigh in the middle of work
this might have been your favourite lunch break yet
for the anon that wants to know how the 141 eat pussy. mdni.
Gaz enjoys a slow, intimate 69 laying sideways. He can watch you suck his dick, touch more of you, finger as he licks.
Ghost likes it on his knees with your legs over his shoulders, arms supporting your ass and bracing you against the wall. He loves that you canât wiggle away.
Soap is a face sitter. He wants you to crush him, to squeeze his head between your thighs. The man wants to die eating pussy.
Price is as traditional as they come. Heâll grab your ankle and yank you to the edge of the bed, go down on his knees, and have himself a feast.
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When price has to take his sweet, beloved baby to be vaccinated, he cries more than she does.
"It'll be okay, sweetpea, just be strong for dada, okay?" He rumbles, baby tucked to his chest in the exam room. She's so small and excited, wide eyes taking in the new room, no idea what's about to happen.
But price does, and it tears him up inside.
The nurse has the needle out, and price has to fight the urge to tuck his little girl against his chest and hide her away. Instead, he nods with his face already red in upset and forces out "okay. Do it."
The reaction is instant, baby's hands curling into fists and face twisting with a cry. Wet, innocent eyes turning to stare at her papa as if asking why he did that to her.
The rest of the day, price is inseparable with her.
Keeps her cuddled up in his arms or right in front of him, eye's glassy with remorse. Even when you point out how your daughter has clearly moved on, smashing her toy trains together, he just furrows his brows.
Maybe this was the first reminder.
That some thing's he can never protect from pain. Not even his daughter. Not even you.
When he comes home to an empty house, gutted and trashed with bullet holes in the plaster and no signs of you or his kid, he will think of that exam room.
How he had to hold his daughter in his arms and hurt her, seeing the needle long before she knew what it was.
I just know that when Ghost finds a girl that matches his freak in bed he makes it known to absolutely everyone how crazy good his sex life is. Like walking around the gym with her teeth imprints all up and down his biceps, the lipstick marks not even scrubbed off his chest, bruises and hickeys all along his shoulders, showing off how crazy good the sex was the night prior to the point where it starts making everyone kind of uncomfortable.
He sheds his shirt in the locker room to show off a back full of deep, welting scratches and Gaz takes one look at them before quietly sending Johnny a text from across the room that just reads: "I feel violated."
while i was enjoying the comfort of my queen sized bed, i thought of something.
reader who invites the 141 to stay at their house for vacation.
you let the team sleep in the guest room and the living room, giving the team everything they could need and then some.
when itâs time to turn in for the night you let the team know where your room is and remind them that if they need anything just let you know!
the team reassures you that they will and everyone goes to bed in their respective places.
only for the you to wake up to the entire team sleeping in your huge ass bed, simon and price on both sides, johnny laying on top of simon like a human blanket and gaz is sleeping on top of your legs.
turns out they got a lil jealous that you had that huge ass bed to yourself and they just couldnât let you sleep all alone.
So we've already established how distraught Johnny would get if reader shaved their bush but, and hear me out, what about readers reaction to Johnny shaving his?
Johnny had just gotten back from a gruelling 8 month mission, the type of mission where he gives you a quick kiss before heading to the shower. 8 months without hot water, soap, time. He needed and everything shower and another everything shower on top of that. By the time he had finished his shower you were already on bed bed waiting for him, like a predator waiting for it's prey. You beckoned Johnny with your finger and it was like he was hypnotised, Johnny's legs moved before he could tell himself too.
You sat on the edge of the bed and licked up his stomach before kissing his hips bones, your lips were so soft he nearly came just from the sensation. Johnny dropped his towel but your perfect, soft lips disappeared from his skin. "Johnny. What the fuck?"
"Huh?"
"Your bush... It's. It's gone"
"Oh yeah. I shaved"
"You what?" You gasped as you moved back in horror, "You shaved? Why?"
"Hen. I haven't showered properly in 8 mont-"
"I can't believe you shaved," you huffed, your bottom lip sticking out as you glared at his pelvis. "Do you not love me anymore? Do you not love your cock? It's gonna get cold. What am I supposed to play with when I'm bored now?"
Johnny couldn't help but let out a small huff of amusement at your dramatics. "Hen," he moved onto the bed but you moved away from him.
"No sex until it grows back," you declared. Safe to say it was the longest few months of Johnny's life.Â
its a miracle i made this (im so empty on drawing juice atm) and might be the last in a lil while, back to work soon and some kofi comms i need to focus all energy on XD (im srry, I promise ive not forgotten ye XD)
simonâs blonde eyebrows shoot straight up to his hairline, the scar at his temple twisting with the movement. surprise flickers across his face - both at the request and the casual way you delivered it.
"love, i don't wear the mask at home. you know that. separation of church and state an' all." he replies carefully.
"it won't be at home." you shoot back, "c'mon si, please?"
he pinches the bridge of his nose, exhaling slowly. "thatâs semantics." then, softer, "why do you want me to wear the mask, love?"
you give him the look. the are you stupid look. "IKEA is a fucking warzone simon. gear up. i haven't got time to waste tripping over casual browsers. might as well utilise the fact my husband is a terrifying bastard."
he blinks. once. twice. then flatly, "you want to weaponise me against the casual shoppers of IKEA."
you grin, charming and unrepentant. "yeah, babe. now youâre getting it." youâre already halfway out the door, car keys jangling in your hand, before he can think of a proper protest. "câmon. the Kallax waits for no one."
he sighs. loudly.
but he does grab a skull printed balaclava as he follows you out the door.
When you wake up itâs still light outside so you think itâs the next morning when actually itâs seven in the evening. Whimpering at the discomfort still present through your body, Gaz stirs first at the noise. His arm tightens around your waist, pulling you off of Priceâs cock slightly. The knot locking you together has softened, making you pliable in Gazâs hands. Then you feel his cock pressing against your ass through his pants, your eyes flying open. You tilt your head back to look at Gaz, your skin already sticky with sweat again.
âMorinâ bun, capân wasnât enough for you, huh?â His accent is thick with sleep. It makes your cunt clench around Priceâs cock who starts to stir at the feeling.Â
âHe was but..â You trail off, eyes fluttering as Gaz grinds against you. Heâs certainly as big as Price if not thicker. He smirks against your neck, nipping where Price left his bond mark last night.
âBut what, bunny? Need more? Just a sweet little bun in heat who canât think of anythinâ but gettinâ bred.â Your moan wakes up the rest of the alphas instantly, three sets of eyes boring into you and Gaz. But he doesnât care. No he just pulls you off of Priceâs cock fully, easily flipping you to face him as if you weigh no more than a 10 pound weight. His brown eyes are fiery with lust but thereâs a hint of something softer in them.Â
âMorning Kyle.â You breathe out. Wrapping your arms around his neck as Price grumbles sleepily behind you about not getting enough time to cuddle you, your lips twitch into a smile at how adorable the alpha manages to sound like this. He knotted you so well last night that not a single drop of his cum leaks out of you, though your cunt is already a mess of slick.Â
âPretty bun,â He leans down and captures your lips in a soft yet hungry kiss. One hand roams your body until it slots between your legs, he groans loudly against the kiss. Slender fingers instantly pushing into your tight heat, âSo fuckân wet already. Capân should have told us how tight you are. Itâs like he never even fucked ya.âÂ
You break the kiss fully to bury your face in his neck, whimpering while grinding against his fingers. He holds you close, smirking at Price over your head whoâs glaring at his sergeant, though thereâs not much heat to it. Gaz takes it as a challenge, curling his fingers until he finds that spot that makes you shriek.Â
âThere she is. My noisy little girl.â His fingers abuse that spot, not stretching you like Price did. No, heâs trying to prove a point. You cling to his shoulders, finally realizing heâs not wearing a shirt when you donât feel it under your hands, your walls try to milk his fingers.Â
âG-Gaz! Alpha.â You moan into his skin, already a pile of mush despite waking up only ten minutes ago. âPlease, alpha!âÂ
You sound so much sweeter when youâre begging for him, his eyes turn nearly black. Your nails dig into his skin slightly, pulling a deliciously deep growl from him. Mewling rather pathetically, bucking against his hand. His fingers never stop inside of you, your stomach tightens rapidly. He presses his nose against your scent gland, inhaling deeply with a low growl.
âPlease what, little bun? Wanna hear what you wanââ He nips the gland. Youâd love to respond to him but when you open your mouth only a scream of pleasure leaves your lips. Your body arches against him, slick chest sticking to his in an instant. He smirks against your skin, gently coaxing an orgasm out of you using your g-spot. Your body trembles against his, face pressed flush against his neck so all you can smell is him.Â
He rocks his fingers to help you through it, rumbling against your hair. He chuckles softly at the soft gasps that come out of your mouth, looking down to see you completely melted against him. The alphas readjust on the bed, Price, Ghost and Soap make a protective circle around you, giving you and Gaz space in the nest. Your hips gently rock against his hand, eyes closed as you catch your breath.Â
âWant to ride you.â You mutter, finally managing to answer his question. Gaz groans loudly, pulling his fingers out of your cunt which makes you whine. He shuts you up by gently shoving his fingers in your mouth, making you taste yourself. He puts his thumb on your chin and forces your head up to look at you while you suckle his fingers.
âIf youâre sure you can handle that, your legs didnât work too well yesterday, doll.â He teases. You try to speak against his fingers but itâs no use, so instead you nod. Your eyes shine with determination that has him unbuttoning his pants with one hand. He pulls his fingers from your mouth so you can pull down his pants fully, they join the clothes that create the nest.Â
His thick cock slaps against his thigh, heavy and hard. You swallow hard, your eyes glazing over at the sight. Gaz chuckles, reaching up and wiping drool from your lip that you didnât even know was there. Crawling on top of him, you wrap one hand around him. He growls lowly, bucking into your hand.
âWanâ taste you, alpha!â You mewl. It draws a collective groan from all of the men, Gaz grabs your hips, dragging your slick cunt along his thigh until itâs pressing against his cock in your hand.
âLet me feel ya first, please bun.â You canât believe your ears, the alpha is begging for you. You nod dumbly, lifting your hips to position yourself over his length. âPromise ya can taste me all you want while Johnny or Si ruin that pretty pussy later.âÂ
You nearly fall against his chest at the mixture of his words and his cock splitting your cunt in half, the angle is deeper than when Price was above you last night. Planting your shaking hands on Gazâs chest, you slowly raise your hips before sinking back down on him. Whimpering as you get used to this movement,
âFucking hell.. Ngh! So deep, alpha!â You moan. Starting to move your hips faster, making Gaz tighten his hold on your hips. It takes every ounce of his self control to not pound into you from below, letting you have control for now. He takes in your beauty from below, your tits bounce hypnotizingly, begging to be milked. Your hips become extra plush and grabbable every time you sit down on his cock, your head is cocked down so he can see every small reaction to the pleasure. He thinks you look like an angel.
âSuch a pretty bunny.â His voice is low and gruff. He grips your hips so hard his fingers leave indents in your skin, leaning up he latches to your nipple. Sucking firmly, rolling the bud against his tongue. âPerfect fuckinâ tits. Could stay like this all day.âÂ
Your legs tremble around his waist as he teases your tits, going back and forth between them as you try to keep pace while riding him. Hands moving to cling to his shoulders, while his arms lock around your back. Gaz never moves his face, tormenting your nipples and tits with suckling and bite marks. His hips start moving roughly against you, getting lost in the way you feel against him, how perfectly small his omega is compared to him.Â
You let out a shriek, becoming putty in his arms. Each snap of his hips is rougher than the one before, your body jolting against his with every movement. He cradles the back of your head, kissing up the valley of your breasts and up your neck. Deeply inhaling against your scent gland,
âSweet girl in heat. Smells like my bunny needs another mark.â He kindly waits for you to beg for him. His fingers play with your hair as he continues pounding into you, his thrusts never faltering.
âPlease.. Please Kyle. Need it. Want to be yours.â You whine his name so sweetly heâs almost convinced that the angels have taken him and heâs dreaming. He doesnât bite in the same exact spot as Price, his teeth sinking into your already tender skin. He rolls his hips against yours, buried to the hilt. His cock creates an adorable bulge in your stomach, in his opinion anyways. He bites harder, marking you thoroughly.Â
Youâre too dumbed out to notice Price getting more and more worked up, his rut is making it harder to control himself than Ghost and Soap. He snaps when he sees Gazâs knot starting to form, moving with skilled precision and speed. You squeak as you feel a second set hands on you, Priceâs hard cock rests against your bouncing ass. Gaz glares at his captain, his pace picking up again. Purposefully not letting Price get enough friction from your ass, forcing moans from your lips as he abuses your leaking cunt.
âDonâ even think about breakinâ her, sergeant.â Priceâs voice holds a hint of command but it does nothing to stop Gaz.Â
âYa had her yesterday, canâ even have her cunt for one minâte before youâre getting in the way.â Gaz bites back aggressively. Growling as Price pulls on your hips so youâre fully seated on the younger alphaâs cock, his own throbs between your ass cheeks. You whimper as Gazâs knot twitches against your entrance, burying your face in his neck.
You wish that you could tell them to stop but your mind is too hazy, smiling dumbly at the feeling of being pressed between alphas. Neither Ghost or Soap move to intervene, knowing better than to try to stop the two alphas, their presence will just make it worse. Your hips buck softly against Gazâs softly, unintentionally letting Priceâs cock slide between your cheeks. Both men let out a deep growl, possessive sounds that makes your cunt clench tightly around Gaz.Â
âDonâ think about fuckinâ her ass, capân.â The younger alpha slams his knot into your cunt, fucking you on it. Your eyes roll back, hands clinging to Gaz. Not being able to see Priceâs smirk as he watches his sergeant ruin their omega. He stays exactly where he is behind you, grabbing your hips.
Price forces your movements against Gaz, smugness shining in his eyes as Gaz falters. Your captain forces you to bounce on your sergeant's cock, Gazâs knot swells more making it harder to bounce but that doesnât deter Price.
âYe wanted to fuck her, tell us how she feels, Garrick.â Price commands. His lips tracing down your spine with gentle kisses. If you felt like a ragdoll last night then you feel like a sex doll right now, barely able to form a single thought. Eyes completely glazed over, making cute little incoherent babbles of pleasure.Â
âFu⊠Fuck, sir.â Gaz finally manages to grunt out. His knot swelling dangerously inside of your pussy, âShe.. She feels like heaven. Tightest thing âve ever felt. Warm little bun, wanna make my nest inside her.â He tosses his head back, hands gripping your tits as youâre bounced on his cock.Â
His words whirl around in your brain, his accent is so thick and enticing. You donât think as you lean down and bite his shoulder hard, teeth sinking into flesh as your cunt spasms around his knot. You whimper against his skin, not even fully processing your orgasm. Gaz canât hold it anymore, squeezing your breasts as he thrusts up and buries himself as deep as possible. His cum filling you just as Priceâs did last night, he lets out a sound that sounds like a howl. It makes you shiver but you pull away from his shoulder with a smile, sweetly kissing the bitemark you left. When youâre sobered up from your heat youâre going to regret biting him so hard but all that matters right now is that he bred you.
âGood boy, Kyle.â Price praises the younger man softly. Letting you collapse on Gazâs chest, âFillinâ our girl up jusâ right. âN good job, pretty girl. Took him so well.âÂ
Price kisses your head. His head surprisingly level for still being in rut, especially since he just fucked you on Gazâs cock. He lays down next to both of you, one arm slung over both of you. Gaz comes down from his high first, holding you desperately against him. Kissing as much of you as he possibly can, his eyes shining with pride at Priceâs praise. He rubs your back,
âYa did so good for us, bun. Such a good omega.â He whispers against you. One hand comes up to play with your hair, trying to soothe your heat clouded mind. You snuggle into him, mewling at the praise. âGonna give us such a good litter, jusâ know it bunny.âÂ
You rub your face against his shoulder, whining happily. Your eyes are still glazed over but shine with pure devotion up at him, his cock twitches inside of you. Knot still locking you together. He smiles softly, rubbing your head. You feel the bed shift, Ghost and Soap come into your eyeline. Ghost has a water bottle with a straw in it, gently guiding the straw to your lips.Â
âYe gotta drink, lovely.â His voice is inviting. You nod softly, wrapping your lips around the straw. Gulping down the bottle, not having realized how thirsty you were. âThere ye go, good girl.âÂ
He silently asks Soap for another bottle, Soap opens it and gives it to Ghost. He puts the straw back in and holds it to your lips, you drink this bottle a little slower than the first. Soaking in the alphas praise, Soapâs hand joins Gazâs in your hair.Â
âYa need rest, lassie.â He admires how cute you look wrapped up between Price and Gaz. You nod weakly, yawning widely. You feel like youâve slept so much already but you know better than to try and fight the alphas right now, besides they know more about heats than you. Leaning over you kiss Priceâs bearded cheek, purring contently. He leans into your lips, gently tracing small shapes on your back.
âYouâre really fuckinâ hot.â You mumble as you snuggle more between Price and Gaz, staying planted on Gazâs knot. Price chuckles proudly, eyes shining with love as you lean up and kiss the sergeantâs jaw next. Your hands still clinging to Gaz, ââN you gotta keep calling me bun, makes me all fuzzy on the inside.â
Gaz full belly laughs, finding you absolutely adorable in this state. He kisses your forehead gently, smiling against your skin. He turns so youâre properly sandwiched between him and Price, nuzzling his face into your hair. Proudly showing off the bite mark you left to the others, almost like heâs saying âshe bit me first, fuckers.âÂ
âCan do, little bun. Ya looked so pretty hoppinâ on my cock.â His words elicit a squeal from you. He smirks against your hair, rubbing your hips to calm you down. You happily snuggle between him and your captain, eyes drooping but not closing. Ghost and Soap exchange an amused look,
âStubborn little thing, ay?â Ghost teases gently. Settling back on the bed, he doesnât mind waiting for his turn. Knowing the longer he waits, the deeper youâll be in heat, the easier it will be to mold your innocent body against his less pure one.Â
ââM not stubborn. Just sleepinâ a lot recently, itâs boring!â You pout against Gazâs chest. Soap bursts into laughter, leaning against Ghost. He ruffles your hair affectionately,
âSupposed to be borinâ, sweetheart. Yer gettinâ fucked into the mattress by all of us, ye need yer energy.â His words sound so sinfully beautiful. Making you arch as Priceâs arms wrap around you and Gaz tighter. ââN ye donâ even need to sleep, jusâ rest up fer us.âÂ
You nod, trying to relax. Your aching body slowly melts into the mattress, your breathing becomes even and steady. Price and Gaz exchange a small smile, leaning in and kissing one of your shoulders each. Soap hums an old Scottish song, watching over the three of you with protectiveness though when his eyes land on you they flicker with something darker. Ghost rests his head against Soapâs, the same look in his eyes. The scotâs humming soothes everyone, the scent in the room now smells a bit more like a packâs though itâs still overpowered by your sweet scent.Â
No one speaks and no one has to, itâs clear that this is long overdue. Not only for you but for the alphas. All of them are older, itâs time they settled down but itâs always been hard to find a mate while jumping from mission to mission. Youâre like an angel that was sent straight from the heavens to them, well maybe not the heavens. After all youâre just as sinful as them, a killer, a soldier, an omega who will let your deepest desires out like itâs the simplest request in the world. Nevertheless youâre their angel, their darling omega that theyâll do anything to protect.Â
Priceâs hand instinctively rests on your stomach, silently hopeful that you do get knocked up. Unable to deny years of wanting to have children, to have a family away from the army. This is better than he could have imagined. One of your hands rests on top of Priceâs while the other absentmindedly traces shapes on Gazâs chest. Gaz notices your and Priceâs hands, putting his on top of yours. You purr loudly, feeling a blissful wave of calm in the midst of your heat. Though you know it wonât last long.Â
Gaz gently pulls out when his knot is deflated, giving your cunt a moment to rest from intrusion. You snuggle closer to him, some of his cum leaking out onto your thighs. Priceâs eyes darken, his free hand comes down and scoops up the viscous liquid. You moan against Gazâs chest as Price gently shoves his finger into your pussy, forcing the seed back into you.Â
âKnot her properly next time, Kyle. Donâ like her wasting cum.â Price kisses your shoulder. Feeling your cunt clench around his fingers, sucking the younger alphaâs seed deeper. He smirks approvingly against your skin, âThere ye go, takinâ it all like the good mate ye are.âÂ
âFucking hell, capân. Didnât know you had such a thing for breeding.â You breathe out. He chuckles against your skin,
âOnly when it comes to ye.â He inhales your scent. âAnd âm gonna breed ya again once Soap ân Ghost have had their turns. Gonna make sure you get nice ân round.â
âSurprised youâre waiting that long, John.â You tease gently. Resulting in him nipping the side of your neck.
âWatch yerself, doll. Keep teasinâ ân I wonât be as nice as I was with Gaz, make ye take two of us at once.â He pulls out his fingers, sucking them clean. Your face flushes slightly, hiding against Gaz with a whimper.Â
Ghost leans down and puts his hand on your head, âDonâ listen to him too much, lovely. Heâs still in rut, we wonâ force ya to stretch that much.. Yet.âÂ
You cling to Gaz tighter, squeaking loudly. The men chuckle, enjoying your flustered state. Gazâz chest rumbles against your face, making you pout against him. He gently rubs your scalp, kissing your forehead while still chuckling.Â
âDonât tease her, Si. Sheâs not that desperate yet.âÂ
âYou guys suck. I want Soap, he wonât tease.â You gently and playfully hit his chest, grumbling in a whiny voice.Â
Gaz and Price try to tighten their hold on you but Soap scoops you up too fast for them, making both alphas growl in annoyance. Your eyes fly all the way open at Soapâs display of speed and strength, he smirks at the others. Holding you against him like a prized possession.
âNot goinâ tease, lovebug.â He nuzzles his face against yours. Savoring the way you giggle as his stubble gently scratches your face. âYer too cute for that right now. Glowân like yer already pregnant.âÂ
You squeal as he kisses from your cheek, down your neck and to the valley of your breasts. His calloused fingers gently rub your belly as he greedily covers your skin in kisses. His blue eyes look like a supernova, shining up at you with love. He chuckles against your skin, kissing down to your stomach. The kisses become more protective and almost possessive, a silent message hidden under them, a vow to keep any pups you have safe.Â
âGonna be the prettiest mama.â His voice is deep and throaty. You wrap your legs around him, hands tangling in his short mohawk. Your slick rubs against his chest, pulling a groan from him. He presses a long kiss on your belly, memorizing how your skin feels against his lips. âAlways wanted a wee one, think yer gonna give us a cute little litter.âÂ
âYou guys are gonna be perfect fathers. I canât wait.â You pull him into a kiss. Your slick leaves a trail along his chest as he lets himself be pulled by you, hungrily returning it. One of his large hands cups your cheek, his tongue invading your mouth.Â
âCân I have my turn, lovebug? Ye rested enough?â Soap asks in such a sweet voice that you canât deny him. Nodding softly, arching against him. His face lights up with a massive smile, positioning himself between your legs. âThatâs our good girl.âÂ
Your legs instantly lock behind his back, hands still tangled in his hair. His chest is flush against yours, his chest hair is surprisingly soft. The feeling of it against your breasts makes your mind go completely blank for a second, wide eyes peeking out from his broad shoulder. One hand flies to his back, digging into his skin to keep him close. He kisses the unmarked side of your neck,
âYer clenchinâ around my tip and Iâm nah even in ye.â His accent is thicker than youâve ever heard. But you donât have time to be embarrassed about his words, Soap pushes in slowly pulling a loud mewl from your lips. Heâs definitely the softest of the alphas, easing into you, big hands rubbing your hips to soothe you. Nipping your neck gently, rocking his hips against you while whispering soft praises in your ear.
âWee bonnie lass.â His teeth graze your skin as if asking for permission before he bites.Â
âPlease Johnny.â You mewl. Tilting your neck into his teeth, grinding your hips against his. He lets out a noise that sounds like a satisfied rumble, kissing the spot before letting his instincts take over.Â
His bite feels more painful than Gazâs or Priceâs but itâs not bad pain, your walls spasm around his cock. He groans into your skin, lapping hungrily at the small droplets of blood and your sweat. His thrusts become deeper and harder, his full balls slap against your ass creating a vulgar echo in the room.Â
âYe make it hard to control myself.â He growls against your skin. If he could, he'd crawl inside of you, make you his in every possible way he could. You try to keep up with his thrusts but your legs are already shaking again. He notices and grabs your hips more firmly, pulling them off of the bed enough to put a pillow below them.Â
A yelp of pleasure leaks into the hallway as he slams into your messy cunt, grinding against you so you can feel every inch of his cock, every throb, every vein, his knot thatâs starting to form. Your hand tugs on his hair harder than you were expecting, his eyes darken with excitement. A twisted smile playing on his lips as your nails dig deep enough into his back to draw blood.Â
Soap continues his tortuous movements, drinking in each whimper and squeal with pride. Grinding harder as his knot swells, itâs not even halfway to properly locking you together and itâs already bigger than Priceâs. If you were thinking properly youâd lock that information away to ask about later, knowing that you have a lot to learn about alphas. But youâre not thinking at all, drooling at the sensation of his knot rubbing against your walls.Â
âYe feel like clouds, angel.â Heâs called you so many pet names since youâve joined the task force but angel is by far your favorite. Your heart races, whining loudly. Clawing at his back as if trying to pull him even deeper.Â
He steadily rocks his hips against yours, never pulling out. Itâs sensual, borderline loving. Your pussy clamps down on his cock, your back arching beautifully off of the bed. At this point youâve lost track of how many times youâve come, barely able to piece anything together other than pleads for the alphas. Soap groans loudly, snapping his hips against yours without pulling out too far, staying as close as possible to you. Your nails digging trackmarks into his back sends him even closer to the edge, god he wishes he could last longer but your cunt is just so warm, so wet, so inviting.Â
His hips grind against yours as his seed mixes with Gazâs and Priceâs. Your stomach bulges slightly with how much cum the alphas have pumped with you so far. Soapâs knot swells to full size, your cunt stretching further than before. He notices the slight discomfort on your face, leaning in and kissing each crinkle on your face.
ââM sorry angel, ah know it hurts.â His voice is barely above a whisper. He rubs your sides, stilling above you. Even as your walls milk his cock for everything itâs worth. You crack your eyes which you didnât know you had even closed, leaning up and kissing his cheek. Nuzzling your nose against his, panting heavily.Â
âJus.. Jusâ give me a minute.â He nods. Nuzzling his nose back against you, grinning at the penguin kiss.Â
âYer adorable. Wee omega takinâ such a big knot, jusâ like ah knew ye would.â His breath mingles with yours. You force him to lay his body weight on you while he knots you, knowing he wonât be able to pull out for a while.
âThank you.â You whisper out. Yawning and snuggling up under him, but Price speaks up before you can go to sleep.Â
âYouâre goinâ need to eat something soon, lovelyâŠ. And decide when ye want Simon.â His eyes roam your body under Soapâs with a predatory gleam. You think for a moment, not feeling hungry. Finally you open your mouth to respond but Ghost speaks up first,
âRight after Johnny. She needs to be stretched.â His words swirl around in your head, etching in the deepest part of your memory for later. Nodding dumbly in agreement which makes Price and Gaz raise their eyebrows.
âYa sure ya handle that, bun?â Gaz asks. You nod again, smiling up at him.
âI cân, Kyle. Promise, Iâll be good for Si.âÂ
âGreat, ya made her dumb lads.â Gaz teases. Enjoying the way Ghost grips the sheets to control himself, resisting the urge to rip you off of Soapâs cock to sink his aching cock into your cunt. You sleepily pout at him and he reaches to play with your hair, âYa need to sleep, sweet bunny.âÂ
You reach up and gently grab Gazâs hand, bringing it against you. He happily lets you tug his arm wherever you want, his eyes glimmering with affection. Soap holds you gently, humming softly again to lull you to sleep. Kissing your neck, jaw and cheeks every so often. You coo under your breath, drifting off but not before hearing Soap mutter.Â
âWeâll wake ye when Simonâs ready.â You nod before passing out completely. The two rapid fucks by Gaz and Soap took far more out of you then your realized, high on endorphins and your heat. But now youâre snuggled cutely against Soap, glowing below the Scotsman.Â
âBloody hell that girl has more stamina than I thought.â Price chuckles. Stroking your cheek as you sleep, the others nod in agreement.Â
âWouldnât mind doinâ what ya did earlier again, sir.â Gaz gives his captain a cheeky smile. Price returns it, nodding. His blue eyes shine with challenge,
âNext time âm fuck her pretty ass. Sheâs not goinâ break, Garrick.â His words evoke a guttural and possessive growl from Soap. The Scotsman curling around you protectively, instantly making Gaz and Price shut up though they continue to silently challenge each other.Â
Ghost lets out a deep chuckle, âEasy, Johnny. Be careful with our girlâ He places his hand on the younger alphaâs shoulder.Â
Soap instantly calms down, burying his nose in your scent gland with a huff. His broad form envelopes your body perfectly, creating a cocoon of warmth and protection. The room fills with what the alphas consider adorable snores from you. Their eyes soften as they realize the trust you have for them to sleep this soundly among them during your heat, little do they know Ghostâs plan.Â
The peace in the room is too nice to disturb, none of the men can remember a time that theyâve felt this level of peace and safety. Ghost intertwines his ungloved hand into Soapâs hair while Gaz curls around both you and Soap. Price bites back his stubbornness and wraps himself around Gaz, slinging his hairy arm over him and Soap. Giving space to Ghost so he can restrain himself until his lieutenant has had his turn with you.Â
The largest alpha rumbles happily, watching over the pack. His lips twitch at the sight of everyone so relaxed, playing with Soapâs hair. Locking this memory away for lonely nights and dark missions, slightly unsure of how to feel about the new light in his nearly pitch black life. His cheeks flush pink as the small coos of happiness you make in your sleep make his cock throb painfully.Â
Something so sweet and domestic shouldnât make him want to slide in right behind Soap, it shouldnât make him want to disturb your slumber with his massive erection. But it does, he lets out a low groan and gently readjusts his boxers. Letting his free hand rest over his crotch, not putting enough pressure for any pleasure, wanting to save himself for you.Â
Soap can sense that Ghost is disturbed and unable to relax like the rest of the pack, looking up with halflidded eyes. The older man ruffles his hair, resting his own head against the wall behind him. A low groan slips from his lips, making Soap wake up a bit more.
âYe okay, LT?â At that moment Ghost doesnât know if he wants to fuck you or Soap more.
âOnce your knot has deflated I want her.â He manages to grit out. Pressing down on his erection slightly, letting his eyes flutter for a moment. Soap smirks as everything clicks together.Â
âOh câmon Simon, let her rest.â Though his eyes shine with something that looks like understanding and perverted lust. Ghost shakes his head,
âCanâ wait that long. She can rest when âm done.â He rumbles deeply. Soap nods, glancing at your face momentarily. Then he glances at Gaz and Price, looking back up at Ghost.
âAh cân slip out now.â He gently strokes the hair out of your face.Â
Ghost shifts immediately, smirking darkly. He lets out a happy groan as he gets an up close view of your cunt fluttering around nothing as Soap pulls out of you. He kicks off his boxers, positioning himself between your plush and messy thighs. None of Soapâs cum gets the chance to escape as Ghost slowly and carefully pushes into you, groaning lowly at how your cunt clamps around him.
âDesperate thing even in her sleep.â He purrs. Sliding in until his hips are flush against yours, his cock makes your stomach bulge. You stir slightly in your sleep, not knowing whatâs going on yet.Â
âCareful, Simon. No breakinâ our lass.â Soap grumbles protectively. Ghost chuckles, wrapping his arms around you. His body completely covers yours, a shadow cast over your peaceful form.Â
âNo promises, Johnny.â He speaks in that gravelly tone that has Soapâs cock twitching to attention all over again. Ghost starts gently rocking his hips, wanting to lull you awake. âCâmere my pretty girl. Time to wake up.âÂ
Moans slip from your lips before you wake up, mind hazy from sleep and all of the fucking. You roll your head to the side, reaching up to cling to whoever is above you, thinking itâs still Soap. Until your hands meet massive biceps, cracking your eyes. A shrill squeal breaks the peace, your eyes fly open.
âSimon!âÂ
âMorningâ dollface.. Couldnâ help myself.â Ghost nuzzles your neck. Thrusting with more purpose now, wanting to pull as many sounds out of your mouth as he can. âYa donâ mind, do you doll?â
âNuhuh!â You shake your head. Clinging to him properly now, legs locked around his waist. He doesnât go too fast, not wanting to hurt you. But when he looks at your face all he sees is pleasure, the small ounce of self control he has been clinging to snaps.Â
âFuckinâ hell.â He growls. Snapping his hips so he can watch your tits bounce with each thrust, his eyes completely clouded with lust. âDonâ wanna hurt ya, lovely. But you feel so fuckinâ good. So tight, so sweet, so perfect. Such a good omega, takinâ all of us.âÂ
His words go straight to your head, you practically glow with pride. Ghostâs lips twitch into a smile, one hand moving to perfectly cup the back of your head. Slowly Price and Gaz start to stir next to you, being able to feel Ghostâs thrusts as the bed moves slightly. Your nails dig into his tattooed bicep pulling a deep sound from him that makes your mind get even more fuzzy.Â
âJesus, Simon. Couldnât wait till we were awake?â Gaz jokes. Fully alert as he sees how tiny you look under the lieutenant.
âCouldnâ even wait fâr her. Needed to feel. âN god sheâs better than heaven.â Ghost grunts back. Gaz growls protectively, though he canât deny how fucking hot it is that Ghost fucked you awake. He swallows hard, eyes snapping to you as you whimper for Simon.Â
âStop talking to them! Want you.â Your voice is the sweetest thing Ghost has ever heard. It has him complying immediately, ignoring as the others mumble about how heâs going to break you if he goes any faster.
âYa got me, doll. âM only payinâ attention to ya.â He pants softly. Leaning in and capturing your lips in the softest yet hungriest kiss youâve ever experienced. One of you hands tangles in his blonde hair, pulling him closer as you try to devour his mouth. Ghost chuckles proudly against your lips, his hips snapping against yours with more power. Hungrily swallowing the noises you make into the kiss, his hand on your back moves to the front of your body and between your legs.
You arch off of the bed, breaking the kiss with a scream as he circles your clit at the same pace of his thrusts. Your tight cunt flutters around his cock, making him bury his face in your neck. Price watches intently, eyes hooked on where Ghostâs cock disappears in you. His hands fisting the sheets to stop himself from jerking off at the sight, his chin hooked over Gazâs shoulder to watch. Soap is on your other side, barely breaking as if itâs the only thing stopping him from making out with you to muffle your noises.
âSweetest little thing. Takinâ my cock like you were made fâr it. Next time âm gonna feel what you feel like without gettinâ stretched first.â Ghost mumbles against your skin. He chuckles as he feels your walls clamp down on his cock, âLike that idea, lovely? Wanâ me to split cha open next time?âÂ
âUh- ngh!â You canât even respond properly, the pleasure is too much. Arching into Ghostâs broad chest. âSimon.â You shriek his name.Â
You're too deep in the haze of pleasure and your heat to feel the encroaching orgasm, eyes rolling back as Ghost hits that deep spot inside of you. He nips your neck, working your clit faster. You come with a babbled whine that sounds like youâre begging him, his name slips from your lips a few times. This awakens something deep inside of him. He continues rubbing your clit, fucking you through another orgasm. His thrusts shake the entire bed now, his face fully pressed into your neck.
âFuckinâ shit. Clampinâ down on me like a damn devil.â Ghost nearly purrs in your ear. His voice coarse from the pleasure. He holds your trembling body against his chest as he slams into you as deep as possible, peeking down to watch the bulge in your stomach. His scent thickens with pride, forcing its way into your nose. You lock around him tighter,
âAlpha. Fuck⊠fuck alpha. Please.â You whimper softly. Feeling your walls mold around his cock. His hand flies to your hip, teeth pressing against your neck. His cock abuses your sweet spot, making it impossibly harder to think straight. âWanâ pups! Bite please. Pups please. Need it alpha.â
âDamn sheâs fully gone.â Gaz mutters but you barely register it.Â
âI got cha, little love.â Ghost hums against your skin. âGonna give ye both. Gonna make you my pretty mama.âÂ
You squeal excitedly, eyes widening as you feel something gushing around his cock. He looks up at you with sparkling dark blue eyes, a shit eating smirk on his face. He uses the slick of your squirt to ram into your spasming cunt.
âMakinâ a mess just fâr me, huh? Such a pretty omega, squirting on my cock.â His voice is thick with pride. His knot starts to form, yet he never slows down. Pinning you against the bed and slams into you repeatedly, savoring each squeal and whimper it forces from your lips. You stare up at Ghost in complete awe, mouth open as your noises spill out, eyes glimmering at his display.Â
âSi..Simon please. Need your pups.â Your nails dig painfully into his biceps but he doesnât care. He lets out a low growl, folding you in half and slamming into you at full force. His knot swelling more and catching against your entrance as he abuses your pussy. Your legs hang over his shoulders, the new angle drives him even deeper than before.Â
He lets out a primal sound as he sinks his teeth into the soft tissue of your neck, tearing at the skin and sinking into flesh. He doesnât stop as he tastes blood, lapping it up eagerly. Ghost can feel his knot swelling painfully, he gives one final thrust and buries himself to the hilt. The head of his cock nestled against your womb as he pumps months of pent up cum into you, knot locking you together but not as painfully as Soapâs.Â
He pants heavily, pulling away from your neck after a minute. Licking up the small droplets of blood, moving his hands to cradle your fucked out body. His own blood drips down his biceps but he doesnât care. Instead he peppers soft kisses all over your face, his voice coming out between pants.
âYa did so good, dollface. Took me so good, perfect fuckinâ omega.â He canât help but smile at the way your exhausted face lights up at the praise. âOur perfect mate. Our girl. Always doinâ so good fâr us.âÂ
âThank you, Si.â You manage to squeak out. Soap notices how your throat sounds dry so he gets a new water bottle and straw, gently coaxing you to drink some.
âEasy lass, donât chug this time.â He teases. One hand ruffling your hair as he watches you drink.
âThank ya, Johnny.â Ghost mutters. Once youâve finished drinking he shifts protectively, keeping you on his cock but laying on his back with you on his chest. You happily snuggle up on his bare chest, fingers absentmindedly tracing his scars. He hums contentedly, relaxing fully under you. âIâll let cha rest for real this time, love. Promise.âÂ
âI donâ mind. Itâs kinda hot getting woken up with you fucking me.â You giggle softly. Yawning and snuggling against him more. Soap takes Ghostâs right side to join the cuddle pile, Price forces Gaz closest to you on the left side. Grumbling softly about how he needs to keep the younger alpha safe, not admitting out loud that he likes Gaz curled up in his chest.Â
ââLl keep that in mind for next time.â Ghost chuckles. Leaning in and kissing your head while playing with your hair. The kiss sparks a chain reaction. Soap kisses your cheek, Gaz kisses your shoulder and Price leans over him to kiss your thoroughly marked scent gland.
âSleep well, little omega. Your heatâs not over yet.â Priceâs voice is soft and calming. You coo softly at the mixture of it and the kisses, nodding sleepily. Youâre eyes arenât even open as you rest your ear on top of Ghostâs heart to let the beat of it lull you to sleep. The men sigh contentedly at the sight of you so relaxed against Ghost.Â
The lieutenant stays awake longer than the rest of the pack, wanting to savour how much you trust him. How perfectly your body fits against his, how sweet you are not just your scent. His cheeks turn a light shade of pink, silently coming to terms with wanting to get used to this, wanting to settle down properly as a pack.
The concept of price being so damn proud to be dating you, a pretty young thing he's got wrapped around his finger.
He talks about you constantly, his sweet angel that soon enough he'll have safe in his home. Price has always been one to fall too hard too fast, but even gaz can agree that something feels special about this time.
So, the team agrees to meet you.
Only for all of them to nearly choke or die when you come walking up to their table, practically hanging off price's arm.
Because each if them has slept with you.
Gaz has seen you spread out on his bedsheets, legs wrapped around his waist while you begged for just one more round. Soap has seen you in the back of his car, his knees aching from so long spent with his tongue between thighs. Ghost knows what you sound like choking on dick in the alleyway behind the local bar.
And now you sit next to their captain, and he's made it clear he wants to marry you.
When price steps away to get you a drink, you look them dead in the eyes and say "he fucks better than you and he's mature."
Yikes...
Still. It'll be hard keeping a neutral face at the wedding when they've all seen your expression mid-orgasm.
Simon Riley who loves to pamper you and make sure you're well taken care of. It took him about six months to convince you to move in with him and let him take care of you. His exorbitant wages weren't getting spent on anything unless he really needed it, so any disposable income he has he loves to spend on you. He's a simple man, loving to spoil you, he thinks all men should do that for their partners and they really wouldn't struggle with what to do in the future.
When he's home he plans your dates so you don't have to lift a finger. The new restaurant that opened whilst he was deployed? There's a reservation with your name on it. He spends a long time helping you shopping, considering it quality time.
Even though you have a job, he doesn't demand a penny of it towards the bills, groceries or even the furniture you both picked out together in an IKEA. He doesn't even want you to lift a perfectly manicured finger as he builds it himself, putting on a show with his skilled hands.
"Si, you spoil me." You mention one evening whilst you're in his arms watching a movie you told him he needed to watch after he mentioned he'd never seen it.
"I don't spoil ya at all. If I was 'ere more ya'd get so much more." You don't dare to question him why. You don't need to. He does this because its his way of loving you, and you settle back against him in a comfortable silence.
He's never asked for you to pay anything back. Hell, hes never even asked you to pay for anything. The only times you've ever been able to get away with buying stuff with your own money is when its for his birthday or for Christmas as you wanted to surprise him. He keeps tabs on what you spend on his card, he just wants to make sure you're spending his money and not your own, so it'd ruin the surprises of his gifts if he knew.
Imagine Simon waiting for the day blind!reader will again walk into his small, nearly unfurnished apartment.
He goes to the door everytime Someone walks down the hallway.
Never walks reader down the hall, till one evening.
Blind!reader gets off the elevator with their guide dog. Its a golden retriever which leads reader right in front of Simons door.
Reader knocks at the wooden door.
Simon already stood behind the door so he Opens it.
"Hey, Sweetheart. I think youÂŽve got the wrong door." he tries to be smug but his heart is beating up his throat and his words sound a little funny around the edges.
Blind!Reader turns a bright pink and their mouth falls open while their eyes widen in horror.
"I`m so sorry" readers head turns down in the direction of their guide dog who Loos innocently back at Simon (probably hoping for pets).
"HeÂŽs never been with me to my friend so he has no idea where we are supposed to go.", the blush deepens and reader tries to get the Goldie to move.
The dog on the other Hand is way to occupied with watching Simon like he is his von lost father.
The team never said anything about your lack of scent, chalking it up to either not presenting yet or being a beta without a scent, a rare occurrence but not impossible. The truth is far from that though, youâre an omega. One that presented early so your parents put you on the most potent suppressants they could find, not wanting you to be led away by some alpha. The suppressants are the only thing saving you, the only thing keeping your team from finding out your secret. You wouldnât even be on the task force if anyone knew your status, the army tries to keep alpha and omegas separate.Â
Surprisingly youâve never experienced any of the alphas go into rut, Price does a good job on keeping them in their rooms when their ruts do come, he doesnât want to scare you away. Especially being the only female in the group, if he knew your status heâd probably lock everyone in a cell during their rut. You donât mind either, liking to use the off time to make your quarters feel more homey.Â
Currently youâre lounging with Gaz and Soap, Ghost is off doing his own thing god knows where, Price is in his office. The air in the base is hot and sticky, the a/c does almost nothing to help. Summer has arrived, usually you wouldnât mind but this is your first time experiencing on base. Soap teases you for being sensitive to the heat and you have to stop yourself from blaming your omega for your heat intolerance.Â
ââM not sensitive, itâs like a million degrees out here and the a/c isnât doing anything!â You pout, crossing your arms as you melt into the couch. He laughs heartily,
âYe gotta get a fân, lovely.â The pet names are normal from Soap, youâve gotten used to them and quite enjoy when he calls you them now.Â
âIâve tried. Every fuckinâ store is sold out cause everyone has the same idea, and donât even suggest the base shop.â He holds up his hands in self defense,
âWasnât gonna. If itâs that bad Iâll lend ye mine fer a few days.â Soap offers, smiling as you sit up straight.
âYouâd do that?â He nods, you burst into a fit of excited giggles. âThank you, Soap! I can get it later, right?â
âSwing by mine whenever, sweetheart.â He winks. You can feel yourself getting flustered so you look at your lap. However he doesnât get to tease you about it, Price pushes into the common room. But you donât see him first, you smell him. His signature scent of cigar smoke, pine and spice is more aggressive, flooding your nose. Leaning back against the couch, inhaling shakily.Â
Neither Gaz or Soap mention it, both men talking to our captain as if everything is normal. But you can tell something is off, you speak before even registering that your mouth is open. âCapân, think youâre going into rut.âÂ
His gaze snaps to you, his icy blue eyes are glimmering with something you canât place. He almost looks burlier as if thatâs possible, something about him is drawing you in. âI donâ go into rut, I take meds.âÂ
You swallow hard, knowing itâs too late to back down now. Staring into his eyes, âNah, I can smell you. Itâs aggressive.âÂ
He cocks his head at you, meanwhile Gaz and Soap stare in shock. Price pulls out a pocket journal, hastily flipping through the pages. He growls lowly, slamming the book shut as quickly as he opens it. His gaze flickers to the other two alphas, then back to you. He comes around the couch to stand in front of you, crouching down slightly. His eyes study you with almost predatory intent, his hands on either side of your head.
âYe never mentioned smelling me before, lass.âÂ
âNever was an issue⊠I mean.. Itâs not an issue, itâs just overly noticeable.â You glance past him at Gaz and Soap, âYou guys donât smell it?âÂ
Both men shake their heads, confusion written across their faces. You swallow thickly, realizing you may have given away something you shouldnât have. Price inhales deeply, as if trying to figure out what you are. His eyes narrow,Â
âThink your nose is defective, âm fine.â He grunts as he straightens up. But then his nose twitches, smelling something heâs never smelled before. His eyes train back on you, the only difference is Gaz and Soap also smell it, the alphas sit up on their couch. Priceâs eyes glint with something dark, his lips curl into a smile that show his canines. âUnless.. youâre hiding something from us, lass. Because you smell devine.â
âN-No. Not hiding anything.â You sputter out quickly, perhaps a bit too fast. Soap and Gaz exchange a knowing look.
âAnd âm going into rut.â Priceâs voice is laces with sarcasm but you donât catch it. Responding too quickly once again,
âBut you are!â You bite back defensively, realizing your mistake as his smile turns into a predatory smirk. He knows youâre right, he could tell that his slip up with not taking his meds took a toll on him before getting into the common room. But things just got interesting. He crouches down again, purposefully getting close to your neck to inhale.Â
âOh I know, doll.â The pet name gives a very different reaction than when Soap calls you them, it makes your thighs clench together subtly. So subtly that if Price wasnât a soldier he wouldâve missed it. âSeems like âm not the only one on meds, always thought ye were a sweet little beta but your scent.. Itâs telling me something different right now, lass.âÂ
You canât speak even if you wanted to, his scent invades your nose, your space. All you can think about is the growing throbbing between your legs and how the alpha would look above you. He rests his hands next to your legs on either side, not pushing too far into your space, managing to control himself just a bit since his rut hasnât fully clouded his mind.Â
But with your scent in his nose, he knows itâs only a matter of time before he sinks his teeth into that beautiful, plush neck of yours.Â
âWhen were ye gonna tell us that youâre an omega?â His question feels like a brick has been taken out of the walls that you put up. It hangs heavy in the air, Gaz and Soap are now watching with fascination, keeping distance as if being able to tell that their captain has silently stated his claim over you.
âDunno.â You mutter weakly, afraid that if he tells anyone outside of the team youâll be kicked off. You wish you could say more, explain it all to him but this is the first time an alpha has been to you in this way in years. The first time youâve been around an alpha going into rut. And deep down your stomach twists at the thought that your suppressants have failed all because Price is going into rut. Your meek answer speaks volumes to Price, his jaw clenches hard.Â
âYou made this a lot more difficult for the team, dollface. But I canâ even worry about that right now, you just smell so damn good.âÂ
Suddenly Price is pulled away from you, he growls lowly until heâs met with Ghostâs masked face. His lieutenant keeps him away from you with one arm, Ghostâs voice is cold and calculated,Â
âEnough Price. Gotta get ye to yer room, yer going into rut and yer not gonna scare our omega.â Our. The word makes your heart swell, Ghost isnât mad about you hiding your status.
âLet go of me! I cân handle myself.â Price huff out, making eye contact with you. âMine first.â His claim makes your head dizzy, something so simple is so much more now. Gaz and Soap stand up to help Ghost, grabbing Price on either side.
âCâmon Capân, yer room now.â Soap grunts. His eyes drift over you as if heâs drinking in his prey, he inhales your scent and shivers, tightening his grip on Price. Gaz does the same but with softer eyes, less predatory, more like heâs studying me in a new light. Ghost directs the two men to lock Price in his quarters until his rut is over. Once the common room door is closed Ghost kneels in front of you, his hazel eyes are hard to read but his posture is surprisingly calm.Â
âThink itâs a good idea to put you up in your room for a little bit too, dove.â His voice is soft now, a rare occurrence with him. You swallow hard, nodding. Your skin crawling with an unplaceable feeling.
âFâr how long? I dont⊠I donât want to get pulled from the team.â You admit in a shaky voice. He reaches a gloved hand up to your face, gently stroking your cheek.
âWe wonâ let that happen, dove. And just a few days or until Price gets his head on straight. Donâ need him goinâ feral on ye and trying to force you into mating.â Your eyes widen at his bluntness, gnawing on your lip gently until he pulls it out from your teeth.Â
âHe wouldnât force me-â You donât get to finish your thought as Ghost interjects,
âHe would, alphas are good at it when theyâre not thinking straight.â
âNo Si, I mean he wouldnât be forcing me cause Iâd⊠Iâd want him too.â You confess shyly. His hand stills on your cheek from the combination of your words and the use of his nickname, something protective flickers in his eyes.
âAye.. Well âm still not letting you near him when heâs reckless like this.â Ghost says in a reassuring voice. He stands and holds out his hand for you,
âYouâre not mad I didnât tell you guys Iâm an omega, right?â You ask as you stand up using his help. He shakes his head, judging from the way his crows feet crinkle up youâd say heâs smiling under the mask.
âNever mad at you, little one. Sure ye had yer reasons.â He wraps his arm around your shoulder, his scent enveloping you. Leading you back towards your room, you relax at his words. Your own scent grows stronger without you even realizing, Ghost notices but doesnât mention it. He guides you into your quarters fully, sitting you on your bed.
âNow⊠I wanâ cha to text me whenever you need anything. âM pretty sure your suppressants are failing because of Price ân I donâ wanna take any chances with the dicks on other teams.â You nod, wringing your fingers together. ââN tell me if ye start feeling off in any way, wouldnât be surprised if ye go into heat cause of this.âÂ
His words make you freeze, you shake your head quickly. Youâve only gone into heat once, when you were 11 and first presented. You donât remember much about it since it was so long ago, you were too young to even know what was going on.
âI-.. Iâve never had one in my adult life..â You spew out before you can stop yourself. Ghost sighs but itâs not directed at you, he gently strokes your hair. Giving you an understanding look.Â
âIf it happens, weâll help ya, doll. Promise. Weâll take care of you, little omega.â Your heart races in your chest, your skin heating slightly. You nod softly, leaning into his hand.
âThank you, Si.â You whisper out, leaning in and nuzzling your face into his chest for a minute. âI trust you guys.â
He holds you against him, his chest rumbles against your face. His posture straightens with pride, his alpha scent much more calming than Priceâs was. You stay like that for who knows how long, he lets you take comfort in his presence. Stroking your hair gently and with such tender care that your heart skips a beat. He smiles down at you under his mask, making a silent vow to keep you protected from all alphas even if it means locking Price in his room.
âIâll be back in the evening to take ya to dinner, just text me when yer hungry or if ye need anythinâ.â He almost whispers. You nod against his chest, reluctantly pulling away from him. Ghost straightens up, leaving your room before you can respond verbally but it doesnât bother you.Â
Once your door is closed you rush to your closet, something inside of you screaming to smell Price again. So you pull out the dirty compression shirt he wears to train that you stole from his laundry weeks ago, being on suppressants only helps so much, it doesnât take away all of your omega instincts. Priceâs smell has always been comforting which is why you stole it to begin with, wanting to keep a bit of your pack around you even in your room.You also grab the hoodie you stole from Ghost, Soapâs jacket and Gazâs pajama pants. You crawl back into bed, curling around the shirt with the pit of it pressed against your nose. It feels so wrong but smells so right. The other clothes tightly wrapped around you
You whimper as you inhale his scent, itâs not as dizzying as when he was invading your space earlier but it will do the job for now. Your stomach growls loudly the more you inhale his scent, making your brows furrow. You just ate a few hours ago but now you feel ravenous. Your hand blindly searches for your phone on your bedside table until you find it, texting Ghost that youâre hungry now. He responds instantly, telling you heâll be there in a few minutes. You bury your face fully in the pit of Priceâs shirt, clinging to the lingering scent of his sweat. Your body feels hot but you push it to the back of your mind.Â
A few minutes later a knock comes from your door, forcing you to pull away from your frankly perverted behaviors. You shove the stolen clothes under your covers, making sure they are hidden before straightening yourself out. You open the door to see Ghost and Gaz, smiling softly at both men. If they notice a faint hint of themselves on you they donât mention it. Nor do they mention that your newly discovered scent is sweeter than before. Gaz offers his arm to you, which you gratefully accept.Â
âWhat cha hungry for, lovely?â He beams at you.Â
âDunno yet. Just got really hungry out of nowhere.â Ghost exchanges a look with the younger alpha over your head. He pats your shoulder,
âDonâ worry, mess will have somethinâ fâr ye.â He holds the door for you and Gaz before protectively flanking you. Making it clear to any other alpha in the mess not to come near. Heads turn as soldiers smell an omega among them. You keep your eyes down, Gaz guides you around.
Soon you have a tray of all sorts of food, Ghost had given the kitchen a little convincing to get them to give you things that werenât set out for everyone else. He can already tell that youâre going into heat but he doesnât want to embarrass you by mentioning it here. You sit at a table in the back of the hall with Ghost on one side of you, Gaz on the other. Neither man mentions how you eat like you havenât been fed before, exchanging another look over your head. Gaz is catching on as well.Â
One brave but stupid alpha decides to try his hand at approaching you, sauntering up to the table with a smirk. He falters slightly at the glares from Ghost and Gaz but pushes forward, leaning over the table across from you. Your nose crinkles at his scent, itâs not like any of your teammates. No, his is sour with an unmistakable ego.Â
âNever knew that these bastards got lucky with an omega. A cute one at that.â He purrs at you, making you cringe more. âBet I could treat ya better than any of those old cunts. You need an alpha your age, sweetheart.âÂ
âNo thanks, not looking.â You respond curtly. But this soldier doesnât take no for an answer.
âAll omegas are, pretty girl. And you smell⊠like heaven. Sweetest thing Iâve ever smelled.â He reaches out to touch your cheek but doesnât get the chance. A sickening crack echoes through the mess hall as Ghost snaps the alphaâs arm against the table,
âShe said no.â He says coldly.
The alpha screams in pain, âFuck you, Riley. Youâre gonna pay for that.âÂ
Despite his words the soldier runs out of the mess hall, letting you go back to your meal. Gaz and Ghost glare at the soldiers staring, making them quickly focus back on their own food. Both men wrap an arm around you, sandwiching you against them protectively. You happily snuggle between the alphas as you clear your plate. After a few minutes you're done with everything including the tea that Ghost insisted on making you. Gaz returns your tray while Ghost rubs your back,
âYa ready to go back to yer room, lass?â Gaz asks softly. Offering his arm again, you nod and take it. But this time you also take Ghostâs arm, liking the feeling of both alphas against you.Â
âThank you.. Both of you. Guess I had no idea this is what itâs like for an omega that alphas can actually smell.âÂ
âAnytime, dove.â Ghost mutters.
âUnfortunately most alphas on the base arenât mated, theyâll take a chance with any omega they smell. But ye got Ghost and I.. plus Soap and Price whenever Soap isnât babysitting Price to keep him from acting like that soldier.â Gaz chuckles reassuringly, ruffling your hair affectionately.Â
This time when youâre walking to your quarters Soap is in the hallway outside of Priceâs room, if he was there before you didnât notice him and feel a bit bad. He gives you his signature smile, his blue eyes sparkle with familiar kindness. You return his smile, not questioning why heâs outside of Priceâs room for now. As you pass your scent hits his nose, he straightens up noticeably. Ghost shoots him a warning look though itâs not that heated. He walks a bit closer to you, continuing to guide you down the hall.Â
Gaz gets your room door for you and Ghost, following both of you inside. You sit on top of the hidden clothes under your covers, laying back and letting out a content sigh. The food settles in your stomach, your eyes start to feel heavy. But you fight sleep for now,
âWhyâs Soap guarding Price?â You ask softly. Ghost and Gaz exchange a quick glance, Gaz speaks up.
ââCause Price is in rut now and he knows that yer an omega, not taking any chances even if he is our capân.â He says truthfully. âItâs just a precaution until his rut is done, okay lovely?âÂ
âMâkay⊠Cân you guys wake me up for dinner?â You yawn, stretching out on your bed as you kick off your boots. Gaz smiles while padding over to your bed, leaning down to kiss the top of your head.Â
âOf course, sleep well little one.â He whispers. Ghost chuckles at your sleepily state, ruffling your hair softly.
âWeâll be back to get cha in a few hours. Get some rest, omega.â Ghost says in the same soft voice from earlier. You smile up at both men before they head out of your room, turning off the light on their way out. You crawl under the covers, seeking the stolen clothing items youâve been laying on. Not caring that youâre still in your uniform, curling around them and burying your face in your team's mixed scents.Â
Sleep overcomes you fast, so fast that you donât have time to register your skin getting clammy. Your grip tightens on the clothes in your sleep, your face barely peeking out from them. You sleep peacefully while entangled in your packâs scents. Unconsciously dreaming of them, though this is different than any dream youâve ever had about them. Sure they are hot, sure youâve always had slightly naughty thoughts about the older men but your subconscious mind opens your crush further now.Â
You dream of Price above you, Ghost, Soap and Gaz surround you on the bed. Hands roam your body, pulling pathetic noises from your mouth. All the while Price drills his hips against yours, deep thrusts that make you tremble with every one. You mewl in your sleep, unconsciously moving his shirt between your legs and grind against it. The dream gets more intense, you can practically feel their hands on you. Your small noises come more often and louder, your hands cling to the clothes in your grasp.Â
Now Ghost is above you, heâs rougher than Price. Youâve seen him without his mask and in your dream heâs maskless. His scarred face pressing against your neck as he molds your warm cunt around his massive cock, cooing praises in your ear. Soap is suckling on your nipple all the while Gaz explores your curves, committing them to memory. The dream does nothing to help your heat, and unbeknownst to you it will be cut short by dinner.
A few hours later at 1900 Ghost softly knocks on your door, but no answer. He gives Gaz a slightly worried glance and opens the door, your scent hits him like a truck even through the mask.
âJesus.â He grits out.
âFuckinâ hell. Sheâs in heat.â Gaz mutters. His eyes land on you in the dim room, daylight is their only source of light. He notices you curled around clothes first, he recognizes his pajama pants. Nudging Ghost, âItâs almost like sheâs nesting.âÂ
âShe is.â Ghost swallows hard. A whimper from your lips that sounds like Soapâs name makes both men freeze for a moment. Then they notice your hips moving under the blanket, âFuck⊠Gotta wake her without embarrassing the poor thing.âÂ
He pads over to you with uncharacteristically soft footsteps, putting his hand on your shoulder. Gaz joins him, watching you with something that looks like love. He strokes the hair out of your face, cringing at the sticky skin.
âSheâs burninâ up.âÂ
âHey, pretty girl. Time to wake up.â Ghost says softly but firmly, shaking your shoulder. You wake up with a start, sitting up clinging to Gazâs, Soapâs and Ghostâs clothes. Face flushing with embarrassment, your dream lingering in your mind.Â
âGood morninâ, sleepy head. Howâd you sleep?â Gaz asks. Not mentioning the stolen clothes or your intoxicating scent thatâs making it hard for him to think straight.Â
âOkie. Is it time for dinner?â You notice the clothes in your arms and shove them under your sheets sheepishly. Freezing when you feel slick between your legs, your pants are soaked, Priceâs shirt which was clamped between your thighs is also wet.Â
âIt is, lovely. Ya hungry?â Ghost manages to keep himself together on the outside but he can smell your slick. He can smell Priceâs scent as well. You nod quickly,Â
âJust need to change before we go.. You guys can stay here, Iâll use my bathroom.â You get off of your bed, starting to your closet. Both men struggle to keep themselves together, fighting the urge to tell you to wear the clothes you stole from them. You grab a pair of black sweats and a hoodie instead, going to the bathroom to change. You can hear Ghost and Gaz whispering to each other but you pay it no mind as you clean the slick from your thighs, shoving your soiled pants into your hamper.
You can tell something is off, youâve never produced this much slick. Youâve never felt like this but you push it to the back of your mind, getting dressed and padding back out into your room. Gaz stops whispering as soon as he sees you, Ghost straightens up and clears his throat.Â
âDoll.. Gaz and I think itâs best if we bring dinner to you. Youâre in heat or at least pre-heat, you shouldnât go to the mess hall. Not after earlier.â Your already clammy skin feels sweatier now but you nod, gnawing on your lip.
âIâm in heat? Thatâs what this is?â You ask shyly.Â
âYea, princess. When was the last time you had one?â Gaz gently guides you back to bed. You notice that they pulled out the stolen clothes and put them in a small pile, Ghost had added his gloves and Gaz added his uniform shirt. You finally notice heâs wearing the blue shirt he usually wears to work out.Â
âUmm⊠When I was 11. I only had one before my parents put me on suppressants.â You meekly tell them the truth, hoping it doesnât change their perspective of you.Â
âDamn doll..â Ghost grunts out. âThatâs a long time to rely on meds, âm surprised they didnâ fail like this sooner.â You sit on your bed, already feeling slick between your thighs again. Ghost puts his hand on your shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. âWeâll help ya through it. Jusâ tell me what cha want for dinner, Gaz will stay with ya while I get it.âÂ
You nod softly, putting your hand on his. Giving it a gentle squeeze back, âThank you, Si⊠If you can get it I want spaghetti, if you canât then whatever theyâre serving for dinner. Oh a diet coke⊠and a brownie.âÂ
âYou got it, spaghetti, diet coke and a brownie. Rest, little dove.â He pulls away, his eyes crinkled up with a smile. Gaz sits down next to you as Ghost leaves the room, unfortunately your scent is already so strong it leaks into the hallway and under Priceâs door. Gaz feels your forehead, you lean into his hand.
âYouâre burning up, love.â He mutters softly, pulling you against him without thinking. Your nose twitches, whining under your breath as his calming scent fills your nose. He gently strokes your hair, committing your whine to memory. âI got ya, relax as much as you can.âÂ
âI feel weird, Gary.â You hardly use his first name and it sounds like a damn prayer on your lips. He pinches his thigh subtly with his free hand, forcing the blood away from rushing where it shouldnât.Â
âI know, lovely. I know.â He mumbles, trying to soothe as much as he can without giving into his own desires. âItâs gonna be rough week fâr us. But weâll take care of ya, lassie.âÂ
Suddenly a loud bang shakes the walls, you tense against Gaz. Not getting a chance to ask what that was before you hear Price roaring in his room, Soap yells at him from the hall. Gaz quickly moves to lock your door, making you almost fall against your bed but he manages to catch himself before you do.Â
âSorry. Just need to be sure, Price has never been around an omega when heâs in rut. Especially one in heat.. âM sure he smelled ya through his door.âÂ
âI feel bad⊠I donât want to make his rut worse.â You snuggle into Gazâs side. He soothes your hair again, kissing your head on instinct.Â
âYer not making his rut worse. Soapâs got a handle on him, just focus on yourself.â His voice sounds slightly strained but you donât question it. Shifting closer to him and whimpering under your breath as you feel your slick making a mess of the sweatpants you just put on.Â
âEverythingâs so hot, Gary.â You whine in annoyance, burying your face in his shoulder. He holds you there, pulling out his phone to text Ghost to tell him to bring either ice or an ice pack for you as well.
âI know. Itâll be like that the whole time. Youâre hungry cause of your heat,â His voice is calming to you, though all you can think about right now is how his hands felt against your skin in your dream, how he whispered praises in your ear while Price was balls deep in you. You shiver gently, wishing you got to finish the dream completely.Â
He holds you close, trying to ignore how your scent gets sweeter and seems to cling to him in the room. A knock comes from the door, he helps you sit up, kissing your head before going to get the door. Turning the a/c on a cooler setting, helping Ghost with the door. Ghost looks serious, his eyes glimmering with what looks like anger. He brings you a tray of food, surprisingly spaghetti is the main course. He puts a towel covered ice pack on the back of your neck and sits down on the bed next to you, watching as you start to eat.
âPrice is havinâ a time. Heâs like a starved man, nearly broke his door.â He explains to Gaz though you listen in. Your heart wrenches, knowing that itâs because Price can smell you now. âNah, none of that doll. No gettinâ guilty for lettinâ yer body process itâs natural instincts.âÂ
Ghostâs words reassure you only a little so you focus on eating instead. Letting him and Gaz talk about how to handle Price. Itâs slightly uncomfortable to have two alphas in your space like this, especially two alphas that you secretly like. Especially with your slick soaking through your sweatpants and onto your sheets, both men can smell it and inhale deeply but they donât mention it so as not to embarrass you more. Gaz takes his place next to you again, keeping a bit of space this time so you can eat.Â
âHow long is this gonna last?â You ask with an annoyed groan.
âOmegaâs are usually in heat for about a week, sometimes longer, sometimes shorter. Itâs hard ta tell with you, sweetheart. This is essentially your first heat all over again, except this time weâre not putinâ ya on meds and weâll be here the whole time.â Gazâs accent is thicker than before. It sounds even more enticing to you now, your spine straightens slightly. Eyes glazing over barely as you look at him, your throat dry despite just drinking some of your diet coke.Â
âYouâre gonna help me, sergeant?" You purr instinctively. Pushing your finished tray to the side, the ice pack Ghost had on your neck is already warm from your body. Ghost clears his throat,
âWe will, dollface. As best we can. So that means no more leaving yer room until itâs done, if ya need us text. If ya want to make a nest, tell us, weâll bring ya more clothes.â Ghostâs accent is also thicker, itâs harder to understand him but his voice is so deep it doesnât matter to you. All that matters is how your cunt flutters around nothing.
âIâd like that.â You smile sweetly at him. If he didnât know any better heâd already have you face down ass up on the bed, moaning as his cock ruins you. But he likes you too much to ruin you like that. He stands up, leaning down and kissing your forehead through the mask.Â
âIâll grab a few things from mine, Soapâs and Gazâs room. Iâll see what I can do about Price ân grab a few more ice packs ân some water for you. Gaz take care of our girl.â Gaz nods at Ghost, scooting a bit closer to you.Â
Ghost leaves again and you crawl into Gazâs side, your brain fuzzy. You purr happily, settling against him. Keeping your thighs tightly pressed together in an attempt to stop slick from dripping out of your cunt. Gaz threads his fingers through your hair, closing his eyes to try and hold himself together but it only makes everything worse for him. He imagines what youâd look like bouncing up and down on his cock, how perfectly youâd take it all, how youâd let him do what he wants. He groans softly, burying his face in your hair.
âGonna take care of ya, bun. Promise.â He whispers into his hair. The pet name nearly has you laying yourself out from him to take but you manage to pull yourself together, humming happily.Â
âI know you will.â You whisper back. Clinging to his shirt. A comfortable falls over you as he plays with the hair at the nape of your neck, both of you just inhaling the otherâs scent.Â
It doesnât take long for Ghost to return again, this time he has a large pile of clothes in his arms and a few instant ice packs in the pockets of his uniform. He puts the clothes on your bed, you reluctantly pull away from Gaz, overcome with the need to nest. Both men stand and watch you arrange the clothes. Ghost had managed to get some from Price like promised. You take your time, putting care into how you arrange the nest. Mixing the clothes together so their scents are perfectly mixed. Ghost watches with pride, putting his hand on Gazâs shoulder as a silent remind not to act on the instinct of claiming an unmated omega in heat, though thereâs a deeper message as if heâs telling Gaz to be patient.Â
You curl up in the center of the nest, clinging to Priceâs compression shirt once again. Your slick hasnât fully dried on it but you donât care, burying your nose into the pit of the shirt again. Yawning without realizing. Ghost and Gaz both step forward,
âWeâre gonna be right outside if ya need, bun.â Gaz uses the nickname again, sucking his teeth as it makes you shiver. He leans over and kisses your temple.
âHoller if ye need, doll. Got some icepacks and water for ye, make sure you stay hydrated.â Ghost strokes the hair away from your sweaty face, not realizing how bad itâs gotten in the past hour and a half. âRest fâr us, weâll check in periodically.âÂ
âGânight Gary, gânight Si. Thank you.â You mumble against Priceâs shirt, too tired to much of anything else. The men give one last smile at you before taking their posts outside of your door. Sleep comes fast, you donât even have time to rest against a pillow before youâre knocked out cold in the middle of your freshly made nest.Â
The air in your room becomes thick with your sickly sweet scent, the alphas outside your door can smell the notes of jasmine, lilies, and honeysuckle. You smell like the most inviting summer evening but they know they canât act on the desires they keep pushing down. Meanwhile you toss and turn in your sleep, your body calling out for an alpha and not just any alpha, the alpha that started this all. Price.Â
His shirt has once again found itâs way between your legs, you buck against it mindlessly. But itâs not enough, it wasnât enough before and itâs definitely not now. You weakly whimper his name under your breath but the alphas outside hear it, they stiffen. Priceâs name sounds so wonderfully pathetic yet heavenly on your lips. They canât deny that they want to hear you saying their names like that. Ghost adjusts the front of his pants a lot less subtly then Gaz does, both men glance at each other but say nothing. They donât have to.Â
Priceâs name continues to come off of your lips like a prayer, all while you thrash in your nest. Itâs loud enough that Soap comes down the hall from Priceâs room to check out whatâs going on, he freezes as your scent hits him through the door.
âFuckinâŠ. Thatâs our girl?â He asks Gaz and Ghost.
âPoor thing didnât even get to experience preheat fully, one hour sheâs just hungry, next itâs this.â Ghost grunts out through gritted teeth. Restraining himself visibly.Â
âIf Price hears her⊠heâs gonna break both doors down.â
âJus.. Jus try ân keep him at bay, Soap. Sheâs been through enough today, weâll assess in the morning.â Gaz mutters.Â
Soap nods, taking another long inhale before begrudgingly going back to his post. Muttering about how itâs unfair that they get to guard you and your sweet scent while he has to deal with Price throwing himself at the walls to get out of his room. Gaz gives Soap a weak smile as he passes, patting his friend on the back.Â
The night passes far too slowly for all three men's liking, as dawn breaks youâre still whimpering Priceâs name. Your voice is breathy and inviting but they know they canât come in, not until youâre awake. Which comes sooner than theyâre expecting but are thankful for it, wanting to set eyes on you again.
âPrice.. Price I need Price!â You moan as you wake up. Your whole body feels like itâs on fire, your sheets are soaked with sweat, your sweatpants have made their way off of your body in your sleep but it doesn't matter. Your hoodie covers you well enough.Â
âGood morninâ, bunny.â Gaz enters first. His eyes darken at how much more potent your scent is inside your room. Your head spins with the pet name, your mind as mushy as you cunt. Ghost puts his hand on Gazâs shoulder, restraining the younger man but also himself.
âLovely, I donâ think bringing Price in here is gonna help ye.â Ghost mutters with a strained voice. You pout and cross your arms, that sight almost does him in. âOh donât pout. Yer not thinkinâ straight, neither is the capân. If he comes in we wonâ be able to stop him, heâs practically feral right now.âÂ
âI donât care! I want him, he started all of this. Either bring him to me or I go to him.â You slip off of your bed, your legs instantly give out. Ghost and Gaz catch you before you hit the floor, giving each other a knowing look. They set you back up on your bed, Gaz sighs.
âYou canât walk right now, sweetheart. Ghost ân I will go talk to Soap, canâ guarantee Price will come back with us. But if he does⊠you have to expect all of us to stay in the room, can ya handle that?â
You nod quickly, âYea. Yea I can, just wanna smell him.â You mutter. Settling on your bed again, your hoodie riding up on your thighs slightly.Â
The men leave again, locking the door from the outside so no one can get in and go to talk to Soap. You lay back on your bed, hazy mind wandering back to your dreams. Eyes fluttering as your hand trails down your body without realizing. You gasp as you touch your clit, itâs puffier than youâve ever felt. Your cunt already a complete mess of slick, wasting no time you plunge two fingers into your tight, wet heat. Moaning loudly, it feels nice but itâs not nearly enough. You pump them feverishly, clinging to the memory of your dream, clinging to the idea of Price breeding you.Â
You work yourself to an orgasm, and then another quickly after it but it does nothing to dull the ache between your legs. Letting out a frustrated groan you finally pull your fingers away from your cunt, seeking Priceâs shirt again. Smelling it before putting it directly against your slick, grinding against it desperately as if his scent will help. Whining his name breathlessly, never once stopping your movements. Youâre too caught up in getting relief to hear the footsteps coming down the hall. Nor do you hear the keys in the lock or the door clicking open. You only freeze when you see Price staring you down from the door. The alpha isnât wearing what he was wearing yesterday, instead of his uniform he is wearing just a pair of gray shorts that leave nothing to the imagination.Â
His eyes flicker to his shirt between your plush thighs, his lips curling into that damn smile that makes your heart flutter. He steps into the room, making a b-line for you. Soap, Ghost and Gaz follow him into the room, locking the door just to be safe. Priceâs scent nearly knocks you over, pulling a shrill moan from your lips.Â
âBeen wondering where ma shirt went. Got a pretty little thief on our hands.â His voice shortcircuits your brain for a moment, you stare as he stalks towards you. All rational thoughts leave your head, crawling back until thereâs enough space for him to fit in the nest as well. He growls deeply at the shining wet spot your soaking pussy left on his shirt.Â
âPlease, John⊠Alpha.â You breathe out. His blue eyes darken like the sky before a storm at the use of his status. And itâs all it takes for him to crawl onto the bed with you. For the moment you forget that there are other people in the room as Price overpowers you in every way imaginable. He strokes your cheek with his large hand,
âIf I had know ye were an omega all this timeâŠâ He whispers before crashing his lips against yours. Your hands tangle in his short hair, enjoying how his beard tickles your face. His hands start to roam your body, pushing under the hoodie. Grinding his hips against yours with the intensity of a teenager about to lose his virginity. You arch into his hands, moaning against his lips.
âWant you, alpha! Want all of you.â You manage to get out. Price chuckles darkly, pulling away from the kiss to pull off your hoodie completely. Taking in your bare body and committing it to memory. His hands cup your breasts, squeezing gently as he imagines what theyâll look like full of milk.Â
âCareful what ye wish for, little omega. May end up with mâre bite marks then ye can handle.â He thrusts against you, making your body bounce under him. âMm so pliable.âÂ
âI want it⊠Please John.â You repeat, âWant all of ya, just make it go away. Iâll do anything.âÂ
Thatâs all it takes for the last bit of his self control to snap, he sinks two thick fingers into your gushing pussy. Price groans happily, burying his nose in your scent gland. Pumping his fingers slowly, too slowly for your liking. You buck your hips against his hand but he quickly pins your hips down with his free hand, chuckling darkly in your ear.Â
âAye no need to be a bitch in heat. âM stretchinâ ya to mâke sure I fit in this tight little cunt.â He nips your gland, making you go limp under him. âThatâs better, pretty girl. Canât have ya gettinâ hurt over my cock, need ya to enjoy it.âÂ
His words are the exact opposite of what youâve been told about alphas in rut, especially when they are presented with an omega in heat. But you love it. Your legs spread beautifully on the bed, your chest rising and falling rapidly. His fingers stretch and prod parts of you that you never knew existed, coaxing you open. Your hands cling to his shoulders, eyes glazed over and staring up at him. God he could get used to you looking at him like that, like a little love sick pup.
He pulls his fingers from you, making you whine loudly in protest. He nips your scent gland harder, letting his teeth tug at the skin. Price doesnât bother asking to use a condom, wanting to feel you fully. Besides, his mind is just as clouded as yours now, if not more. One hand comes to cradle the back of your head as he positions himself between your legs, the blunt head of his cock rubbing teasingly against your soaked folds. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer.
âYer gonna tell me if I hurt ya, pretty doll. Iâll try ân be gentle fâr ya.â His voice rumbles against your skin. All you can muster is a nod, locking your legs behind his back. He pushes in slowly and gently at first, his hand fisting around the sheets as he forces himself to stop from pounding into you immediately.Â
âJohn⊠Alpha..â You whine his name so sweetly that it almost doesnât sound like his. His eyes dart to your face, thinking heâs hurting you but your face is contorted with pleasure. âCân tell youâre holding back. Donât. I can take it alpha.âÂ
At this point Ghost nearly steps in but Soap and Gaz stop him, the three alphas all straining against their pants as they watch their captain completely lose himself to your sweet begging. Priceâs hips snap against yours aggressively, he lifts your hips completely off of the bed. Fingers digging into your skin, his pace is brutal yet hungry. You arch into his touch, your tight walls clench around him. The sound of squelching fills the room from how wet you are, yet youâre not embarrassed, it feels too good to be embarrassed.
Neither of you care about being quiet, not knowing that youâve already scared away the alphas that were eavesdropping by mentioning Price. Each thrust knocks the air out of you, your eyes glisten with tears of pleasure. Your tits bounce with each thrust, he watches them with dark intention. Your pussy molds around his cock, you didnât even have time to admire his length before he was inside of you. He keeps you up with one hand, the other coming up to one breast. He squeezes hard,
âGonna fill ya up so these pretty tits swell. Gonna turn our private into our pretty little mate, all swollen and round for us.â You barely register his words or growl. Nodding dumbly in agreement. He smirks against your neck, feeling your pussy clamp down on his cock. âOh.. Ya like that? Wanâ your captain to fill this tight cunt with seed? Wanâ be our mate, wanâ carry our pups?âÂ
âOh fuck! Alpha, please please!â You whimper. Your nails leave bright red track marks on his back but the pain only spurs him on. For the first time since his room he addresses the rest of the pack,
âHear that lads? Got a pretty wife for us.. Such a sweet breeding bitch.â His hand moves from your breast to your stomach, pushing down on the bulge his cock is making from the force of his thrusts. Ghost has to restrain a growl, Soap whispers something to him, while Gaz groans happily at the idea. His mind goes wild with the idea of getting you knocked up.Â
âSheâs gonna be so pretty with our pups in her stomach, capân.â Gazâs voice is strained but thick with arousal.Â
Suddenly a scream of pleasure rips from your lips, your body trembles under Priceâs but he doesnât stop. Moving his hand again he starts playing with your puffy clit, smirking at each shrill sound it pulls from your lips. His hips snap against yours so hard it feels like youâre getting split in half.Â
âGonna-....â You cling to him desperately, the alphas have made your brain complete mush. You can barely keep your eyes open due to the pleasure, whimpering pathetically. âBite.. Please.âÂ
Price doesn't think twice, diving in and latching onto your scent gland. Pounding you through the pain, his fingers still circling your clit at the same pace as his thrusts. He doesnât stop until he tastes blood, lapping it up like a starved man. You gasp at the feeling, coming hard around his cock. Surprised you manage to hold on that long. Your slick makes a mess of his thighs and the sheets under you but he doesnât stop. He retracts his teeth and suckles on the bitemark, sealing it over and ensuring that youâre his omega. Well the packâs but for now youâre just his, heâs the only one to have claimed you yet.
âYou got one more for me, right lovely?â He grunt in your ear, kissing along your neck. You nod dumbly, not being able to find your voice unless itâs to moan, whimper or shriek. He smiles against your skin, hips snapping harder and faster against yours. His fingers work even faster on your clit.Â
You donât have time to recover from your first orgasm, trembling harder at the assault of pleasure. Your cunt fluttering around his cock as you feel him throbbing inside of you, his knot starting to swell. You forget everything at the feeling, forgetting that the others are watching, forgetting that youâre going to have to come clean about your status soon enough.Â
âPups.. Alpha, please want pups.â You whine. Your pussy spasms hard as you come again in quick succession. Price grabs both of your hips, hauling your limp and trembling body off of the bed. Hammering into you so hard youâd be afraid that heâs bruising your cervix if you could think properly.Â
âThatâs my girl. Jusâ wanâing to be a good wife for us, such a good mate.â His praise sends shockwaves through your body. âGonna breed this pretty little pussy, gonna knot ya. Put my pups in ya.â He growls. Your body is like a ragdoll the way itâs bouncing with his thrusts but he holds you up easily.
With one last final thrust he buries himself to the hilt, his knot catching and swelling to full size. He groans loudly, pumping you full of thick, fertile cum thatâs been aching to come out of him since he first smelled an omega all those years ago. He holds you tightly against him, you mewl happily. Burying your face in his neck, relaxing slightly and trying to catch your breath.Â
It takes a minute for his cock to stop pulsing and spurting cum into you, he pants heavily above you. Price peppers kisses all over your face, having some clarity after his release. One hand gently rubs your stomach,
âRest now, doll. Yer gonna need it fâr the others. âM gonna stay inside till ma knot deflates.â He whispers softly. You nod, snuggling against him. Laying back down on the bed and pulling him against you, kissing his scent gland. Itâs nearly impossible to keep your eyes open now.
âThank you, John.â Your voice is soft, weak and tired. He kisses the side of your head,
âAnytime, omega. I got cha, sleep.â He waits for you to fall asleep with his knot still buried in your cunt before calling the other men over. They all strip to varying degrees of undress, joining you and Price in the nest. They form a protective circle around the two of you. Ghost pulls the covers over everyone, his mask off for the first time in a while. The men make a silent vow to each other and to you to take care of you as best they can and to care for their pups. One by one they start to drift off after you.
Soda: Is this gasoline?
Ponyboy: I'm pretty sure that's water.
Soda: *lighting a match* Well, only one way to find out.
Pony doesn't even try to stop him
Soda: *throws match and gasoline ignites*
Darry: THERE WERE MORE WAYS TO TELL!
