𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐞
𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤!𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚!𝐒𝐚𝐦 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞!𝐎𝐦𝐞𝐠𝐚 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤!𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚!𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟓𝟎𝟗𝟓
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐅𝐢𝐜, 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐍𝐨𝐧/𝐂𝐨𝐧, 𝐃𝐮𝐛/𝐂𝐨𝐧, 𝐤𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐥𝐞𝐝𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐨-𝐫𝐚𝐥 (𝐦 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠), 𝐚-𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲, 𝐝𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐯 𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 (𝐟)𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔!
𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐨𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐨 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐥𝐚! 𝐄𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲! 𝐌𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐎𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨 𝐈’𝐦 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥.
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It was a game, or at least, that’s what it was supposed to be. You’d always thought that a world like yours, ruled by the Alphas, its upkeep responsible to the Betas, and the growth of its population falling to the Omegas, that entry to a game like The Chase being voluntary was just a little too easy a pill to swallow.
You hated being right.
Your last memory was leaving work, keeping your head down and trying to rush home as quickly as possible to where your suppressants were. As an omega, you were pretty obsessive about making sure to take them every morning, but today you had forgotten somehow, and based on the ache that was beginning to build in your abdomen, you could figure out why. Your heat was coming. Your only thought had been to get home as quickly as possible, and-
A black van had pulled up on the corner, masked people - Betas by the smell of them - had lept out, grabbed you and, ignoring your screams and pleas, had jumbled you into the back of the van where no one had said anything, there was just a pinch on your upper arm where they shoved a needle into you and… nothing.
You woke up in a forest, not in the clothes you had passed out in, and surrounded by other omegas, all of them also female, and also in as skimpy clothing as you were in that left far too little to the imagination. It wasn’t that you hated skimpy clothing, it was that A) you didn’t choose this outfit, someone had put you into it when you were out cold, and B) this type of clothing was clearly for ease of access to your body. The skirt barely covered your ass, and your breasts were one heavy breath away from spilling out from the scrap of cloth covering them, and into the night. You take a look at the other female omegas, all of them wearing the same look as you, confusion, denial, and finally… fear.
If this was The Chase, then there was only one reason why you were all here.
Male Alphas had chosen you all, and they would track you, chase you, and when they had captured you… they would claim you.
A shiver that had nothing to do with the cold air went down your spine. Your cramps had slowed down - probably due to the fear coursing through you - but there were scents in the air…
Honey
Magnolia
Grass
Smoke
They were strange combinations, and they made your blood hot, you could feel the reaction in you, your skin felt too tight, your heart pounded, your breath started coming in gasps, and your knees almost ached with the need to go down on them and wait for your Alpha to claim you.
He was here… your Alpha. The strange scent combinations made your mouth water, and fingers tremble from the desire to be taken by him… you close your eyes, and grit your teeth.
No Alpha would just claim you. You wouldn’t let them.
You open your eyes and look around, taking stock of the other women there. Though you felt for all of them, and were certain they felt for you, this wasn’t a game you could join forces on. The rules for this game were a poorly kept secret - probably because the entry into it had nothing to do with choice you had to admit to yourself.
First rule: Omegas can’t join forces to fend off Alphas. It caused the Alphas to get aggressive to an uncontrollable degree. Omegas and Alphas had been killed before.
Second Rule: No Alpha was allowed a weapon, if they were caught with one, they risked incarceration (though items used to bind were acceptable, such as rope or handcuffs).
Third Rule: An Omega couldn’t hide. They would be found, and bound for their Alpha to claim them by the Betas that were monitoring them.
There were other rules, to do with male and female Alphas and Omegas not being mixed as - again - it caused too much aggression with the Alphas. Apparently one game had ended in a free for all where half of the Alphas had been murdered, and some Omegas had very literally been fucked to death.
You didn’t want that for you, so you ignored the Omegas, and looked out into the darkness, your eyes adjusted well enough that the surrounding woods you were in became clear. You could already see a path that you would take, that you hoped would lead you far enough away from the others that you could escape.
The final ‘unspoken’ rule? If you could avoid capture until sunrise, then you walked free, and a million dollars in prize money would make its way into your bank account.
No Omega had won that for over twenty years.
You - pointlessly - try to pull the wretched skirt down a little further over your thighs, when a voice startles you. It’s seemingly coming from the air, you can’t see speakers, but you go still, as does every other Omega.
“Good evening, ladies. Your Alphas are warming up, ready to claim you, and they will be chasing you in three minutes. Be safe, ladies… Oh, and you better start running… NOW!”
A bang sounds from the artfully hidden speakers, and all of you jump… and then start running. There’s a ticking clock in your head, louder than thunder and faster than a speeding train, those Alphas are coming, any second now, and they want you. Want you underneath them, your surrender to their superior strength, your body giving into their knot and their teeth to sink into your neck to bind you…
You run for what feels like forever, and eventually you stop, hands on your knees, trying to catch your breath, and wincing at the blisters that are forming on your feet inside the cheap, crappy, sneakers you were wearing. Slowly you realise you’re alone, and that the woods are silent around you… almost too silent. An owl hoots somewhere, the wind whispers through the trees…
Magnolia
Smoke
“Omegaaaa…”
You freeze at the voice, low and seductive…
“Don’t stop running now, pretty Omega… I haven’t even started warming you up…”
The scent of the Alpha weaves around you, strong enough to make you want to whimper, and weak enough that you think you can run… you think… you think…
“Boo!”
A pair of ice blue eyes flash at you from within a cluster of bushes ahead of you, and you bolt again, fear contracting your airways as you run from the Alpha that’s too quiet for you to track. You only know you’re still being followed by his scent. Magnolia and smoke. Odd, bitter, sweet, and intoxicating. Your core gets hotter the closer he gets, your cramps start at the base of your spine, your nipples pebble against the scrappy fabric that covers them-
The scent stops.
You almost fall in the dirt when you abruptly stop running. You’re not even out of breath, every bit of air seems to have been sucked from you. The woods are deadly quiet now, no whispering trees, no owls, no nothing-
The snap of a twig was almost enough warning.
He comes at you from behind, you don’t have enough time to turn around, there’s just suddenly two strong arms wrapping around you, pulling you firmly against a torso that has about as much softness and give to it as a brick wall. You thrash against the Alpha, trying to kick back against his shins, or connect the back of your head with his nose, but the taller man is smart, he just chuckles, and waits for you to lose the rush of strength that you had. Unfortunately your adrenaline doesn’t last long, it takes an embarrassingly short amount of time for you to go almost limp in his arms, and then you notice that he is damp at your back, and you sneer, trying not to cry,
“You went through water, you jerk!”
“Of course I did, beautiful, I wanted to surprise you.” He nuzzles at your neck, trailing his nose over your scent gland, igniting fire in your blood and butterflies in your stomach, “God you smell good, Omega. Apples and honeycomb, did you know that?” He rocks against the curse of your ass, “I could smell you immediately, we both could, I’m gonna enjoy taking my time on you, beautiful Omega.”
You struggle again, weakly and pointlessly, but you have to. This Alpha can’t just take you, and if you can get away, you still have a chance of avoiding him, maybe winning…
The Alpha takes a minute to trail his tongue idly over the scent gland in your neck, humming and crooning in your ear. He’s whispering, his voice so quiet, telling you what he wants to do to you, you almost don’t realise that he’s only holding you with one arm. It’s metal, which explains why you barely feel any give in his strength, but it doesn’t explain where his other arm has disappeared to…
“Okay, put your hands behind your back, Omega, I’m just gonna make sure you don’t hurt yourself trying to get away, and then we’ll go to- damn it, Omega!”
The feel of soft rope brushing against your right wrist put a panic in you that you had never felt before, and this time you managed to hurt the Alpha just enough that he loosened his hold, you reached behind you to the exposed skin you could feel above the waistband of his pants, and dig your nails in hard. It wasn’t enough to do any real damage, but the sting was painful enough he let you go in shock.
Elation filled you, and you bolted again, the dark woods in front of you, if you could just get a headstart then-
The ground rose up to meet your face, and the air shot out of you as you were tackled to the ground by the big Alpha again, and this time you freeze for real when he wrenched your head to the side and his teeth closed over your neck. Not over your scent gland, but over your jugular.
It’s a warning, powerful Alpha to submissive Omega… obey and submit, or else.
A whimper escapes your lips, you can’t help it, your eyes close…
“Please, Alpha… d-don’t h-hurt me…”
The pressure goes, and air comes back into your lungs again. This time you don’t fight when the Alpha sits back, his warmth leaving the expanse of your back, and he puts some of his weight across the back of your legs, trapping you against the dirt. His hands go to your wrists, and he gently guides your hands so you’re grasping your elbows, and he carefully ties the rope around your forearms across the middle of your back. When he’s done, he hums, the warmth of his right hand covers the exposed skin in between your shoulder blades,
“Is the rope too tight, Omega?”
You carefully wriggle your arms, sighing when there is no give in them, but shake your head. The ropes don’t hurt, but you have a feeling they will chafe if you struggle too much, so you try not to… but when his hands start to roam down your waist, the vow immediately becomes hard to keep.
“I need to move you, Omega, get you to the nest we’ve built… but I think after that little skirmish, I’m allowed to have a look at our Omega, hmm? Will you be good?”
His palms land on your ass, kneading gently over the fabric. The scrap that covers your pussy gets damper as his scent gets stronger around you…
“Alpha…”
The ache grows, almost painfully, the dirt underneath you is abrasive against your skin, and the air feels nice and cool when the Alpha slowly raises the skirt over your ass and onto the small of your back…
Caramel
Vanilla
Ozone
Sea Salt
The scents belong to Alphas, and not the one at your back - or the other one you smelled earlier, you realise. They are also odd scents, but they don’t call to you like the others did, and you stiffen, your cramps and desire melting away as if they had never been. The growl that comes from your Alpha clearly means he can scent the stranger too…
“Fucking assholes, get away from me and my Omega!”
Two tall Alphas appear from up ahead, both blonde, both blue eyed, and both of them with their hands out to the sides. The slightly shorter one of the two, smirks at your Alpha,
“Sorry, Buck, didn’t mean to intrude, we were tracking our little Omega, and your one confused the scent, you need to get her out of here before the other Alphas start trying to fight you for her.”
“Without Wilson, you will be outmatched, Barnes.” The taller one smirks, his eyes roving over what he can see of you briefly, “But she is a pretty one, isn’t she?”
“Back off, Odinson.” Your Alphas hands are still on the cheeks of your ass, idly squeezing them like stress balls, and you realise he knows these two, “Steve, get your guy away, yeah?”
“Oh, don’t worry, Buck, we have our own little minx to find. You really do need to go though.”
The Alphas melt away back into the darkness, leaving you with your own handsy Alpha…
“Buck Barnes?”
His chuckle is warm, friendly even, and his fingertips dance over the scrap of underwear covering your pussy, making you flinch, “My name is Bucky, Omega. And you’ll have two Alphas by the end of tonight, just like that other Omega that Steve and Thor are hunting. Are you a virgin, Omega?”
Again you flinch when he touches your ass, and slightly lower at the damp patch covering your cunt, and shake your head,
“N-no…”
“A pity, but it doesn’t matter. I need you to know, Omega…” Bucky stands, leaving you cold for a split second, and then carefully brings you to your feet, holding you against him. He’s huge, as all Alphas are, but he’s also wide, covered in muscle, but it’s his eyes you can’t stop staring at. Pure blue, like ice, but warm…
“You belong to us now, okay? We’ll take you and claim you, and your pretty holes are going to be thoroughy fucked by sunrise… Sam and I are going to love you, and take care of you, and fuck you silly for the rest of your life, doll.” The front of your skirt is raised, and you squeak when he carefully moves the front of your thong to the side, and stares down at what he can see of your cunt. He then looks at you, and puts the index and middle fingers of his right hand into his mouth, and swirls his tongue around them until they glisten, “I need to start getting you warmed up. What’s your name by the way?”
“Y/N.” You struggle slightly when he suddenly picks you up, and drops you over his shoulder.
“Nice name.” Bucky hums in approval… and then slides those wet fingers into you.
You’re not sure how long Bucky walks with you on his shoulder, but you know by the time he reaches a clearing, and the scent of honey and grass gets stronger, you’re almost out of your mind with unmet lust. His fingers had brought you to the brink over and over, casually sliding in and out of you, just grazing your sweet spot repeatedly so that you almost begged him to finish you off. To throw you to the floor and fuck the ache out of you, to make the insidious heat that was crawling up your back and the cramping in your stomach go away.
You didn’t though. You bit your lip and held back your whimpers and pleas. You would not give Bucky - or this Sam - the satisfaction of begging. You had your plan, and you would see it through. An Alphas weakness was their assurance that they were the more powerful and stronger, and an Omega would bow to them when it came to mating.
They were slaves to their instincts, and you weren’t.
All through your journey on Bucky’s shoulder, you had heard them, the Alpha’s with their Omega’s. You could smell the sex and the bonding and the surrender. Bucky kept you far away, but you could still hear it, still scent it. A part of you almost wanted to know what it felt like… and then Bucky would touch you again and you struggled once more.
“Finally, damn, I thought you were never gonna get her, Buck.”
Honey and grass…
That voice that sounded like a warm summer's night, and the fresh, sweet scent flooded over you, and you whimpered. This was your other Alpha. You couldn’t see him yet, but his voice was deep, it soothed over the ragged edges of you, that scent of his creeping past the more overpowering one of Bucky’s, mixing together in a way that shouldn’t work, but somehow did… you sigh when Bucky’s fingers are pulled from you again, the low moan leaving your lips against your will. He’s deliberately slow as drops you down from his shoulder, so you can feel every inch of muscle on your way down against your overheated flesh. You want to stand and glare when your feet touch the earth, let both of them know that it doesn’t matter what they do, how exposed and terrified you feel, or what they threaten you with, they will not break you just because of your biology.
Your knees give way though, ruining your moment, and you sway towards the floor, unable to stop yourself from landing harshly against your shoulder, and you brace yourself for the pain-
Strong and warm hands grab you, and pull you back up against a warm chest, and the scent of honey and grass gets stronger,
“Easy there, sweetheart. Buck really got you going, didn’t he?” Sam reaches one hand around your front, clasping it gently around your throat, and tilting your head back so you can meet his deep brown eyes, “Hi.”
“H-hi…”
“Don’t worry, you’ll land on your knees in a while, but first we have to get your heat kicked off.” Sam trails his nose over your other gland in the left side of your neck - apparently your Alpha's had already known which sides would be the ones they bit - “Bucky just has to go and add his scent to the nest.”
Sam tilts your head again, and you see the large tent to your left. Your eyes prick with sudden tears that you hastily blink away. It looks beautiful, almost exactly like your own nest at home, exactly the kind of place you had wanted to take your future Alpha to… you blink again, and then start to struggle furiously, hissing and cursing them both.
It didn’t just look like your nest - it was your nest. They were all your blankets and cushions and bedding, you could smell your scent and the scent of your home much stronger now. So far Sam’s scent was the only one marring it, but Bucky’s would soon be in there too, and you couldn’t let them, they shouldn’t be there, they weren’t-
“Stop it, Omega.”
“Now.”
You froze instinctively. Their combined voices - hard and angry - overrode everything in you, and your bones turned to stone immediately. The tears didn’t stop though. They poured down as Bucky came back to crowd your front, his metal hand coming around to the back of your neck as Sam still held over your throat. They both pressed against you, pure muscle and fiery heat, their scents engulfing you, overwhelming you…
“You didn’t think we just found you tonight, did you, doll?” Bucky murmured against your right ear, his free hand covering one breast to squeeze lightly. Sam hummed against your left ear,
“You’ve been ours for a while. We saw you in the city, knew we had to have you, sweetheart.” Sam dropped his free hand to cover your other breast, “Thankfully we know the guy who runs this game, he owed us a favour and got you in. No point in fighting this, you’re ours. Now, let Bucky continue, okay? I’ll get you set up. It’s my turn to look at my Omega.”
Bucky squeezed the back of your neck lightly - a warning, he was stronger and faster, he would kill you if you fought too hard - and then he kissed you. It shocked you that this big Alpha had the capacity to kiss as gently and softly as he did. Bucky hummed against your lips,
“Be good, doll. I’ll be back soon, and then the fun can really begin.” Bucky grinned over your shoulder at Sam, “Have fun. Her cunt is the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
“I caught a peek, can’t wait to taste her.” You could hear the smile in Sam’s voice as Bucky’s warmth left your front, and Sam led you over to a tree next to the nest they were building. You could see another set of ropes hanging from it, and your feet dragged,
“Please…”
“What’s up, Omega?”
“Y-you don’t have to do this, Sam-”
“It’s Alpha, and I know I don’t have to do this. I want to.” Sam spun you to face him, and your breath left you in a soft rush when you finally saw all of him. Like Bucky he was beautiful. Tall, hard muscle and a face that could coax angels down from heaven. Tears fell again. The angels that fell from heaven were the ones that caused the most pain. You hold his gaze, it’s softer and more gentle than Bucky’s, you think that maybe you have a chance of talking some sense into him,
“B-but, wait, wait!” Sam moves around to your back again, and you can feel him start to tie the hanging ropes to your already bound wrists, “What if you let me go?”
“Now why would I do that?” Sam chuckles at your back, “How about this. You convince me to let you go before I finish undressing you, and then we have a deal. I’ll take care of Bucky, and you can go, how about that?”
His fingers have paused on the ropes, and you rush to get out your plan. A part of you knows it’s a stupid and futile hope, but you can’t help the rush of hope that goes through you,
“Well, if I get away, and I’m not claimed before sunrise, I win, don’t I?” You turn your head to track Sam, he’s finished binding you to the tree, and he’s tugging at the straps of the top that covers your breasts, “If you let me go then-”
“God, your tits are fucking perfect, Omega.” Sam apparently doesn’t hear you, his fingers are warm against your fear chilled skin, and you fight not to whine as he gently plucks at your nipples, “They’re gonna look even better with my cock in between them later.” He grins at you, “Not convinced to let you go yet.” He sinks to his knees, “Keep going though.”
“W-well, if you let me go, then I can win that money, and then- oh!” You close your eyes as Sam pulls your skirt, and then your underwear down your legs, “YouandBuckycansharethemoneywithme!” You have to rush the words out of your mouth before Sam can make you forget them. You can feel his breath at your cunt, his eyes staring at you like a caress, and then you feel his fingers gently pull apart your lower lips… and then a wet digit slowly circles your exposed clit…
“Sorry, Omega… ain’t no money in the world that’s going to stop me from claiming you tonight. Not after I’ve seen what’s waiting for me between your legs.” Sam’s pretty brown eyes look up to meet yours, you think that there’s almost some regret there… but then he flicks his tongue out and your breath catches in your throat at the pleasure that shoots through you. Your head falls back on your shoulders, and the ice blue eyes of Bucky fill your gaze,
“Looking good, Y/N, now it’s my turn to taste you.” Bucky leans over you, his lips brushing yours, “I know that you didn’t want it this way, you wanted some nice Alpha who would court you, and send you flowers or something sweet like that, but Sam and I don’t work like that, doll, okay? We’ll give you all the flowers you want. We’ll treat you like a queen every day and every night, I promise, but we got to make sure you’re ours first.”
Bucky moves behind you, and you blink away the last of your tears. It’s too late. They’re not going to stop for anything.
“I would’ve been yours if you had just asked.”
“What can I say? I like the chase.” With that, Bucky presses a kiss to your scent gland, and sinks to his knees behind you. You cry out helplessly when you feel his tongue at your back passage, and Sam’s tongue at your cunt. They lap at you like they’re starving, each of them holding you open for the other, using their fingers and mouths to bring you higher and higher… and all of a sudden, you feel it.
Your heat is triggered, and pain and desire rip through you like a tidal wave.
“It’s okay, Omega, we got you.” Sam jumps up, wiping his mouth quickly, “We’re gonna take this slow, so you have to be calm, okay?”
You can barely hear him over the rush of want that’s screaming in your head. No other heat in your life has felt like this, and you know it’s because your Alpha’s are the ones that have triggered it this time. Your body knows that what you need is right there, and it’s like a starving animal, angry and clawing and scared it will all be taken away, leaving you in pain and close to death…
“Alpha…”
“We’re here, Y/N.” Bucky is at your back, his fingers at the ropes on your arms, “Are you going to be a good Omega for us?”
“Yes!” You’re struggling, but it’s not to get away this time, pure primal instinct is making you want to get close, as close as possible, to make them give you what you need, “Please, please help me…”
“Bend forwards.” You follow the command easily, bending at the waist, gripping onto Sam’s hips as he steps away slightly, and open your mouth when he shoves his cock in your face,
“Good Omega. Suck me down, good girl…”
You do as you’re told desperately, it doesn’t ease the ache inside you, but giving pleasure to your Alpha makes the burn change into something more tolerable. You can feel your desire leaking down your legs, and groan when you feel Bucky brush his cockhead through your folds almost idly,
“She’s so fucking pretty like this, Sam, I gotta get inside her.” His metal fingers toy slowly with your clit, bringing the fire up to painful levels again, “You want me, Omega? I can make the hurt go away.”
“Please!” Tears run down your face as Sam lets you answer Bucky before shoving his cock back down your throat again. They both fuck you harshly but you relish it, the feel of them stretching you out, possessing you, it stoking the fire to higher and higher places, it’s almost unbearable-
Sam pulls out on a groan, and Bucky drags you down to your knees so that Sam can come across your tits. Bucky is still buried inside you, and once Sam is finished, Bucky starts slowing his thrusts, pulling you flush against his chest, metal fingers of his left hand at your clit, and his right hand at your throat, tilting your head to the side, so he can kiss you gently,
“Give Sam a second, doll, then we’re both gonna fuck you, and mark you, okay?” Bucky pulls out, and then spins you around to face him, laying back against the earth and making you straddle him, “There’s my pretty Omega, come here, sit on me whilst Sam gets you ready…”
You do as you’re told again, letting them move you around and not fighting as Sam settles at your back, you only flinch a little as he rubs what feels like lube at your cunt. Sudden panic fills you, over taking your heat fuelled daze just enough to make you wriggle and keen when you realise that Sam is planning on pushing into your cunt as well,
“Please-!”
“We both gotta get in you, Omega, for this first time, now stay still!” Sam yells the order and once again your biology betrays you, making you stop fighting him, and letting Bucky pull you down to kiss him as Sam slowly pushes his way inside.
The feeling is indescribable. Both of your Alpha’s are big men, long and thick, and they fill you so completely that you feel it in your stomach. You’re helpless as they fuck you together, Bucky goes in, Sam pulls out, in, out, in out, perfect synchronicity, until you’re drunk on it. The fire inside you is roaring, but it’s a good feeling now, a good blaze that burns all your previous worries and fears away, and when you come - as suddenly and as powerfully as a summer storm - you cry out their names, weeping your pleasure as the waves of ecstasy bend you backwards into Sam’s arms, pushing your chest against Bucky’s…
Your Alpha’s come inside of you, bringing another wave of bliss over you, and that’s when you feel their lips at your neck, on each side, Bucky on the right, Sam at your left, and when they bite you, you don’t cry, you don’t fight.
You just sink into the feeling of being connected to the two Alpha’s who chose you, who love you. They take you to the nest to rest, cleaning you gently with cloths and warm water, and taking you again, over and over throughout the night, before falling to sleep in their arms.
By the time you wake up, you’d almost forgotten what it was to be afraid of mating, of bonding. Of course you loved your Alpha’s, and of course you would go back to live with them.
You’re bound to them now, forever.
