Read on Ao3 // Chapter I
Summary: Elain doesn't need a pack bond to be satisfied as an omega. She's perfectly content being mated to Azriel alone and their solo bond had never been a problem. That is until Elain's heat cycle arrives ahead of schedule and her alpha is half way around the world with no way home.
Luckily for them, their very good friend and roommate, Lucien, is willing to step in until Azriel can get home to help her.
AN: I was hoping this would be longer and better quality, but I’ve been a little stuck. Sorry guys. Anywhoville, hope you still enjoy it! 💕
Chapter II
Lucien
”How's she doing?"
Lucien smiled, putting his phone on speaker so he could continue working on breakfast. It had been two days since Elain's heat had kicked in unexpectedly and he wasn't afraid to admit he was enjoying every moment of it. "She's fine, Az. Still sleeping at the moment. I'm just working on breakfast."
"She's been eating enough?"
"Not nearly, but that's going to stop today. She'll be fine, Az. What are we looking at when it comes to flights?"
Lucien heard his friend sigh on the other side of the line. "If all goes to plan I'll be home tomorrow night."
He nodded. "She'll be excited. You want to talk to her?"
"Not if she's resting. She'll need it to get through the next wave of her heat, I'm sure. I need to start getting ready anyways."
"Right. Good luck, man."
"Make sure she eats someth—" Lucien had already ended the call, rolling his eyes.
"He doesn't think you're incompetent. He just worries.”
Lucien turned, waving Elain into the kitchen space, unable to resist sweeping his gaze down the bare skin her skimpy robe failed to cover. She was still flushed, pupils dilated. Another glance and she leaned into the counter, her slick-damp thighs pressed tightly together. “How are you feeling, little one?” he asked out of courtesy.
”A little tired. Achy again. I’m okay.”
She pressed in close, her blush creeping down her chest even as she nuzzled into his scent gland. “Careful, sweetheart. Stove’s hot. Everything’s almost ready. Once you’ve eaten we’ll see if we can help that ache again.”
”Breakfast later,” she pouted, one hand slipping under his shirt. He ground his teeth, trying to think of anything but fucking her into her newly repaired nest as she nibbled over the spot she’d previously had her nose buried in.
Taking a deep breath, he eased her off of his chest, nearly flinching at the wounded look it put in those soft brown eyes. “You need to eat, Elain. I’m not letting you go hungry through your heat.”
“I’m not hungry,” she huffed. “I don’t need food, I need you to knot me.”
His lips twitched. Brat. And how quickly her tune had changed on that front. One sharp look had her biting her tongue, shuffling over to the table when he gave her rear a soft swat. “If you want me to knot you anytime soon,” he began, plating breakfast for them both, “you’ll eat.”
She frowned again, eyeing the plate he set in front of her even as her stomach growled. “Eat, little dove.”
“Yes, Alpha,” she mocked, cutting into a sausage link.
He chuckled, but didn’t say a word, simply watching to make sure she kept eating. The poor thing was squirming in her seat by the time she cleaned her plate. “Good girl.”
”Lucien, please.” Pushing back his chair, he curled a finger in summons. Elain hurried over, perching on his lap and tucking back into his neck. “Please.”
”Such lovely manners, little one. They might just make up for all that backtalk a moment ago.” She huffed against his collar and he reached around to squeeze her hip in reprimand. “Hm, petulant, aren’t you? Tell me,” he purred. “Does Azriel let you get away with talking to him like that? Or would he put you over his knee for trying to make eating such a low priority?”
She whimpered, going stiff in his lap even as he watched her drop one shaky hand between her legs. “Ah, ah.”
“Lucien.”
He turned her in his lap. Leaning back into his chest, she was small enough to fit her head beneath his chin, riling the sort of protective instinct he couldn’t afford to entertain. He rolled his neck, trying to steady himself with the scent of her heat back in full force. Ignore the slick already soaking through her thin robe and onto his sweats. “Perhaps, sweet girl,” he murmured, “we can keep your secret this once. See what we can do to fix our problem here.”
”Wait, I-”
“Elain.” She shivered, neck bared to him the moment his teeth grazed her earlobe. “Spread your legs.”
~~~~~
Azriel
The scent of her heat hit him the moment he stepped into the apartment. He knew Lucien had been taking care of her, of course. But it didn’t change the fact he was concerned about the situation as her mate. He was just shrugging out of his hoodie when he heard a muffled moan from the bedroom he shared with Elain.
He couldn’t help but smirk at that, dropping the rest of his things in a heap before aiming to join them. “Having fun, I see.”
Elain was a panting mess, eyes glazed over, her nest half ruined beneath her. As for Lucien…
Just as he’d told Elain, a pack bond had always appealed to him. Who better to complete it than their friend and roommate?
”We are,” Lucien growled, not bothering to withdraw the two fingers buried to the knuckle.
”Az,” Elain whimpered.
”How you doing, angel?” He kicked off his shoes, sinking into the nest and hunching over her to stroke her tangled hair back.
“Want you,” she begged.
”Me?” he asked, lips grazing her brow. “Or both of us?” Lucien went still, starting to pull back from where he was braced over her, hand drenched in slick by then. “Don’t,” Az told him. “Keep going.” He needed an honest answer, inhibitions down. Devious as it sounded, she was more likely to be honest about her feelings when she was riding out her heat than trying to clear her head enough to find an answer that sounded polished and loyal.
”B-both,” she squeaked. “Both of you.” Her hips jolted when Lucien twisted his wrist so he was able to stimulate her clit with his thumb. A broken, desperate sound left her before she called for Az again. He leaned down to kiss her, his hand wrapping around her throat. “Please,” she whined against his mouth.
“Sweet, needy omega,” he purred. Elain swallowed hard beneath his palm. “All wound up again.”
“Been like this from the start,” Lucien told him. “Insatiable.”
He clicked his tongue, loosening his grip and letting himself map the freckled skin exposed to them both. “Poor little thing. Just need kept full, is that it? I think that can be fixed easily enough. Can’t it, Lucien?”
Smirking slightly, Lucien withdrew his hand, muffling Elain’s soft pleading by pushing those two fingers down over her tongue. Always one to please, she suckled there as long as he let her, licking his fingers clean. “Good girl,” he praised. Keeping one braced by her head, he lined up against her, easing in slow and steady. “Good girl.”
There was nothing Az wanted more than to be inside his mate right then, but this would be the nail in the coffin. Elain needed to see there was truly room for all of them here.
So he watched. Waited. Sat back, pleased to see Lucien was confident in his handling of their omega, even with ties unestablished. She detonated, trembling from head to toe as Lucien worked her through the aftershocks. Sniffled when Az told him to take her again. To fill her up how she needed.
Az stepped out of the nest just long enough to strip his clothes before coming to the top of the bed and bending down to kiss her, fingers rubbing soothing circles wherever he could to ease her distress. She was already overstimulated.
“Easy,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her forehead before starting to tease her breasts. “You’re doing so well, angel.”
He slid his fingers through hers, pressing down on her belly. “Oh, God.”
“How does it feel,” he asked, “to have Lucien fuck you while I hold you in my arms?” Lucien smirked, dipping his head to graze his teeth across her scent gland, right beneath the place Az had already marked her.
There was an unspoken agreement that everything would need to be further negotiated when Elain was in a clear state of mind. Planting the roots now was as far as they could go without breaking her trust. Marking was too big a step to address with her head so clouded, considering all that had changed in the past few days.
Soft little pants met his ears and he didn’t bother trying to hide his groan of pleasure—nor the raw need coursing through him the moment he watched Lucien knot his mate. She cried out, scrabbling to secure a grip on something solid. “That’s my girl,” Az praised the next time she came down, Lucien easing out of her with a deep groan of his own. “That’s it. My sweet little mate. Back with me?” he asked when her breathing had leveled again.
Elain nodded, her sweat-slick brow flush against his chest. “Missed you,” she mumbled.
“I know, angel. I hated being away, even knowing you were in such good hands.” She withdrew, chewing at her lip. The moment of truth, then. “Elain?”
She dropped her eyes, a dark blush that had nothing to do with her heat staining her pale face. “I’ve… enjoyed it.” He coughed sharply, unwilling to laugh when Elain still felt so vulnerable in her confession. “I just felt I should at least be honest—”
“Elain, angel, you haven’t done anything wrong. You were given a solution to the problem you found yourself in.” He could feel Lucien staring him down with every word, but Elain deserved his full attention when it came to this. “You’re allowed to change your mind, you know. I won’t push anything you’re against. Neither will Lucien. But I won’t let you see any shame in it either.”
“This would be okay, then?”
He smiled. “It would be perfect.”
~~~~~
Elain
“I told you.”
Elain smiled, sharing a glance with her brother in-law who was already shaking his head at Feyre’s smug tone. There were many ways Feyre had grown up before Elain and Nesta, but at the end of the day she wasn’t entirely free of the common allegations against youngest siblings.
“I’m not discussing it, Feyre,” she said, bending to check the twin loaves she was baking for the five of them to share that evening.
“I’m sure what you’re after is the last thing your mate cares to hear about at the moment.”
Rhys smirked again, but was smart enough to pretend his focus was entirely on feeding his son and not the antics Feyre had started. “Elain,” her sister said, the lack of teasing in her tone making Elain pause. “You’re happier for it, aren’t you? It isn’t just about Az bringing up pack bonds?”
Elain smiled once more, resting a hand on her shoulder. “It’s all I want and more.”
~~~~~
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