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The military wasn’t always the most open and accepting place to present as an omega. For most, scent blockers and suppressants were a constant, along with mandatory leaves to regulate cycles and maintain some semblance of healthy biology. For many others, secondary sex characteristics were hidden entirely, documents being forged in order to protect the omega from the overabundance of knothead alphas that tended to flock to the ranks of the armed forces.
Phillip Graves was neither of those. He had presented as an omega early in his life, his secondary status eagerly exploited by his family for their own gain. While that lifestyle had left him with a laundry list of things to discuss with his therapist, it had also given him a few special talents. One such skill was the ability to handle any alpha that came his way, whether or not they were trying to use their pheromones to force him to submit. Because of his mastery over his body, Graves succeeded in military life.
He started out in the Army, quickly being recruited into a PMC once he finished basic. From there, it hadn’t taken long for him to rise through the ranks of the Shadow Company. It was highly unusual for an omega to hold any position of power in a military structure, most command positions being filled by either alphas or betas due to age-old prejudices that seemed to go hand in hand with the toxic masculinity that the war business ran on. Becoming the Commander of Shadow Company was a shock to many of the people around Graves, but he couldn’t say he was surprised. He knew he had what it took, no matter what his fucking dick looked like.
Leading a PMC wasn’t always fun and games, but jobs were usually pretty good. Until Las Almas. To say that was a shitstorm was an understatement as wide as the fuckin’ Grand Canyon. When Graves went in, he expected it to be an easy mission. In and out, find Hassan and the missiles and leave. Getting his shit rocked and being in a tank explosion was the last thing he planned on when he penciled the mission into his calendar.
As inconvenient as that was, it had one benefit– it led him here. Here being the 141’s base, hidden away from the horrors of his old life and given a comfortable place to stay in exchange for information on General Shepherd. It was a good deal, all things considered. All he had to do was man the data crawl for news on the slimy bastard, and in return he got food, shelter, and fair treatment. The 141 understood the circumstances behind his actions- he didn’t have the full picture, certain details were manipulated, and orders were orders. Needless to say, Graves regretted every single one of the choices that put the task force at risk.
Now, he was sitting at what passed as his desk with the laptop the captain let him use for his search, following a money trail that had supposedly gone cold months ago. The work was dragging on. He had been sitting there for most of the day, scrolling through endless spreadsheets and tracing down account numbers as best he could despite the discomfort building in his spine. Changing weather was hitting hard as spring set in, the warmer temperatures bringing annoying allergens to everyone on base. That had to be it. He was just getting a bit sick.
The uncomfortable pit in Graves’ stomach stayed for the rest of his workday, not abating with food or cold water. It wasn’t quite nausea, not quite pain, just…wrong. Dinner wasn’t anything special, just typical military food with too few spices that had been cooked for ten minutes too long. While meals were usually at least palatable on the 141 base, tonight’s fare tasted almost rancid, like Phillip had taken a mouthful of ash. Yeah, he was definitely getting sick.
By the time he made his way to bed, the unsettling feeling in his gut had calmed a bit. As Graves got ready for sleep, changing into pajamas and brushing his teeth, he felt cold sweat start crawling up his spine. Suddenly, the odd sensations in his stomach that had been hanging around all day made sense. Just a hormone flux, that’s all. It wasn’t uncommon for omegas; in the presence of groups of alphas, sometimes there were minute hormone shifts that imitated a mild cold. That’s all this was, nothing to worry about. Now that the mystery of feeling off all day was solved, he climbed into bed and pushed his latent worry aside. It would be fine in the morning.
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The morning sun rose to find Phillip feeling antsy and out of place in his own skin. That sort of thing wasn’t abnormal since the tank; being covered in burn scars tended to lead to some body dysmorphia, after all. More often than not, getting out of his head put the nasty thoughts to bed and allowed him to relax enough to get some work done. Just sitting here stewing was only going to drive him crazy; he had to get out and do something. Like so many other mornings, Graves put on running clothes and tied on his tennis shoes, ignoring the discomfort building in his limbs as he stepped out into the humid air.
It was still early, but there were a few dozen people mulling around the training yard as he stepped onto the track. Graves had always been a good runner– from running track in high school to maintaining the record time for company-wide training sessions as the Shadow CEO. Running was an escape from both his mind and body; when the only thing Graves had to focus on was the rhythmic pounding of his feet on the rubbery track and his even breathing, it was hard to hold onto anxiety.
After a few cursory stretches, the former CEO took his usual place on the middle lane of the track, starting a steady pace that he could easily hold. One lap, two laps, and the itching beneath his skin was becoming unbearable. It felt like he had ants crawling over his limbs, the prickling sting breaking him from the almost meditative headspace he had been in. Graves paused to dig at his arms in annoyance, stopping when he notices several of the new recruits staring straight at him. He knew that his presence here wasn’t always a popular decision, but usually the fear of Captain Price kept wandering eyes from glaring too long. These rookies didn’t seem to be getting the hint.
Graves furrowed his brows and snarled a bit, trying to push as much aggression into his posture and pheromones as he could. The last thing he wanted to deal with today was some shithead recruit deciding that he didn’t deserve to be there. Before he could resume his jog, a pang of uncomfortably warm pain hit him in the stomach like a sucker punch. The sudden discomfort had Graves hunched over with an arm wrapped around his gut, unaware that the rookies he’d snarled at were walking toward him. As dark shadows blocked the mid-morning light, Phillip let out another whiny growl, this one far less intimidating than the previous one. The pain rebounding through his abdomen was making him feel helpless, something he would never be used to.
“Fuck, do we have a little omega on our hands?”
“Oh shut up, Wilson, like you’d even know how to handle one.”
“Get the fuck away from me,” Graves sneered, putting as much rage and hostility in his voice as he could.
“You don’t really want that, do you, Omega? No, I think you need a big strong Alpha to take care of you,” one of the recruits, Wilson, Phillip’s exhausted mind supplied, chimed in.
“If you find one, let me know. Now leave me alone.” With that, Graves tried to stand up straight and walk back toward his bunkhouse, ignoring the pain emanating from his lower belly as much as possible.
“Now don’t be like that,” the other knothead punk sneered, grabbing at his upper arm. “Judging by your smell, you’re going into heat. You’re supposed to be good, not a little bitch.”
Before Graves could jerk his arm out of the recruit’s grasp, a calming scent washed over him, followed by a familiar American accent.
“What’s going on? Graves, are you alright?” Alex fuckin’ Keller, always on time. Phillip nodded dumbly, not trusting his swollen tongue to shape words properly. A harsh glare from the lieutenant had the recruits scattering like roaches, allowing Alex to wrap a supportive arm around Graves’ middle as they hobbled back to the barracks.
Alex was another Omega, mated and thoroughly in love with one of the most intimidating female Alphas the 141 had ever seen. Farah Karim had no problem putting anyone in their place, no matter their biological status. When she was on base, recruits and commissioned officers alike stepped out of her way, giving her anything she needed to complete whatever mission she was on. Having her mate by his side right now was striking the fear of god into the punk recruits’ hearts, something Graves was eternally grateful for.
By the time Keller got the other Omega back to his room, his pre-heat had fully sunk in. Where his skin had been itching, it was now fully on fire, nowhere more than on his scars from the tank fire. Heady need was brewing in his lower belly, slick not quite present yet, but he could tell it wasn’t far off. After Alex dropped him off in his bed, he had run to the kitchen to grab a few supplies. The man returned with an arm full of goodies, from ice packs to water bottles to granola bars. Graves gratefully took the ice packs, placing them on his neck and side where the worst burns were. It wasn’t that he hadn’t been through heat before, his scent gland had just been burned so badly in the tank that he thought he wouldn’t have one again. What a time to be wrong.
With the cool ice packs bringing some measure of relief to his fevered skin, Phillip curled into a tight ball against the discomfort in his abdomen and attempted to nap. Even as an unmated Omega, he knew heat wouldn’t be a restful experience; he was better off getting what little sleep he could now, as he wouldn’t get much for the next few days. Before he could drift off into a fitful sleep, shuffling footsteps echoed outside his door, followed by a sharp knock. Was Alex back? Had he forgotten something? Graves groaned as he stood, his already-cramping muscles protesting at the movement. He hobbled over to the door and swung it open, mood instantly darkening when some of the recruits from before stood there, eyes hungry.
“Listen, we’re sorry about earlier. It’s just- fuck, you smell good. I know you’re in heat, come on, let us take care of you.”
“Get out of here. I don’t need help, especially from you,” Graves snarled, lip curling to show his sharp teeth as he started closing the door. A foot placed between the steel and the door jam stopped him. Was this kid trying to die today?
“I can smell it on you, bitch. I know you need it. Need a big knot to fill you, don’t you?” A leering smile crossed the recruit’s face as he prevented the door from closing, one hand coming to curl around the edge of the metal.
Phillip saw red. He may have been an Omega, he may have been entering his heat, but he sure as hell wasn’t a helpless damsel in distress. Another low growl left him as he swung the door open enough to throw the Alpha off-balance, taking advantage of his scrambling to punch him square in the throat. As the rookie was gasping for air and trying to collect himself, Graves slammed the door with finality and locked it.
“I told you to leave me alone. Don’t make me call Ghost.” While Ghost and Graves didn’t get along very well, the mated Alpha was notoriously defensive of Omegas. Calling him would be a veritable death sentence for these recruits, especially if the lieutenant caught them sniffing around Graves’ door like a pack of untrained hounds. The threat worked– the footsteps that had slowly sauntered up to his room skittered away like rats, leaving Phillip in silence again.
As his sweaty head hit the pillow, Graves tossed the blankets off his bed. It wasn’t time to nest yet, and he was too damn warm to deal with extra coverings. The ice packs were the only things keeping him sane as he drifted off, tossing and turning every few minutes as his body fought the onsetting fever.
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When Graves awoke again, the first thing he noticed was the wet patch below him. Fuck, he was fully in heat. His limbs felt weak as if he’d worked out for hours without rest. Arousal stirred low in his belly, coupled with the dull ache of being empty. The second thing he noticed was that his ice packs weren’t cold anymore. The flexible gel had warmed completely from his fever, no longer bringing him any measure of relief. As the waves of heat rolled over him, a choked sob fought to tear its way from his throat. The overwhelming desire for relief was at the forefront of his mind; he had toys that could fill him and make the arousal more bearable, but cold sounded more appealing than even that right now.
Hauling himself to his feet, Phillip didn’t even think about the slick soaking through his shorts leaving a large wet patch over his ass. He stumbled to his door, shakily unlocking it and opening it a crack to check the halls. Empty. With one hand braced on the hallway wall, the former commander slowly made his way to the cafeteria, intent on getting new ice packs from the freezer. If he couldn’t find any, he was half tempted to just stick his head in the freezer for a few minutes. Anything to cool his body temperature down.
Before he could even make it to the end of the hallway, a wave of heat stronger than the previous ones smacked Graves, sending him to his knees with a bitten-off cry. He could feel a fresh gush of slick leaking from him and running down his thighs, accompanied by a sharp ache deep in his bones that just screamed Alpha at him. Trying to get back up was useless– every time the Omega attempted to get his feet back under him, another pang of heat would rocket through his system and push him to the floor again. Hot tears of frustration began to fall as he gave up and just lay down. The tile was cool and felt good against his feverish skin, lulling him into an almost catatonic state.
The next thing he knew, strong hands were grabbing under his armpits and hauling him to a sitting position. Teary blue eyes opened, fighting to focus through the heat sickness to see who was helping him. Even without proper use of his eyes, Graves could smell the tell-tale scent of an Alpha, and an unmated one at that. Relief, finally. Thumbs came to stroke the tears away from his cheeks, dragging a whine from him. Phillip almost hated the sound– he didn’t like being seen as weak, but the kindness from Alpha just felt so good, so right.
Once the tears were cleared from his eyes, Graves could slowly blink into focus- Roach. The sergeant was kind and gentle with him, even when he was newly awakened after the tank. For him to be here picking Phillip up off the barracks floor wasn’t an issue. He couldn’t say that he’d ever seen the man in anything but a platonic, coworker, good buddy light, but Graves would take what he could get. An Alpha was an Alpha.
Roach didn’t talk, but Graves could vaguely make out the signs he was making. Take you back to my room, okay? The Omega couldn’t nod fast enough. Relief was in sight, and to be taken care of by someone he thought would be a kind Alpha was exactly what he needed. The hands replaced themselves under his arms and lifted again, steadily pulling him to his feet. Phillip didn’t have much balance, but the sergeant wrapped one arm around his waist like Alex had to brace him. Even just the hold surrounded him in the Alpha’s scent, instantly calming the screaming instincts that had been worsening his heat.
The pair began trudging back to where Roach’s room was, slow steps echoing lightly through the hall. Graves kept his head turned toward the other man’s body, inhaling as much of his scent as he could. Notes of fresh apples and warming spices ran off the other man’s body, the smell reminiscent of early fall evenings with freshly baked pastries cooling in the sun. In his position, Phillip could barely nuzzle against Roach’s scent gland, only dragging more of that appetizing aroma from him. He smelled calm and comforting and so very Alpha that it was making Graves’ mouth water with anticipation.
Before they could cross the common room to the hallway that contained Roach’s barracks, a deep, rumbling growl stopped them both in their tracks. The sergeant snarled in response but bared his neck in mild submission as the source of the sound stepped around the corner. Captain Price was standing there, still in his sleep pants and missing a shirt, with eyes and nostrils flared at the sight of Graves. The rich scent of another Alpha made Phillip whine, the sheer dominance rolling from the other man only serving to drive him further into his heat. He was stuck between two Alphas, both of which had full intentions of knotting him.
“Roach, leave him. I’ll take him from here,” Price hissed, the words echoing in his broad chest. Graves groaned at the sight of him, obvious aggression and desire seeping through the captain’s skin.
In response to the order, Roach snarled slightly, tightening his hold around Phillip’s abdomen as he stared down his superior. Normally, he didn’t have a problem following Price’s commands, but his Alpha instincts were overruling the habits the military had engrained in him. Shifting his hold on Graves slightly, the lieutenant freed his hands, allowing him to sign a response back at the captain.
“He’s mine. I’m taking him to my room, so respectfully, get out of my way sir.” Graves wasn’t fluent in sign language, but he didn’t need to understand what Roach was saying to know what he meant. His crisp and spicy scent had turned heavier, hints of jealousy and aggression tainting the fresh smell. Roach may not speak, but he had no problem letting out a raspy growl, the sound vibrating through his chest and into Phillip’s. The slight tremor brought a breathy whimper from Graves; his heat was hitting him full-on from the presence of two Alphas, only exacerbated by the scent of claiming both were pushing at him.
“I don’t think so, Lieutenant. Last chance. Leave him with me, and go back to your quarters.” Price’s hands were flexing open and shut by his sides, his posture radiating the need to take and own. Graves couldn’t help but whine at the sight of him. There was no denying that the captain was an attractive man. If he was honest with himself, he had looked at him during training sessions more than once. To have the Alpha here demanding Phillip come with him was an intoxicant rushing through his system, adding more desperation to the arousal pooling between his thighs.
“I don’t- shit, my god- I don’t care who fucks me, just someone take me to a bed,” Graves sobbed, the plea interrupted by another wave of heat crashing over him. The emptiness in his hole was becoming painful, and he needed these two Alphas to sort their shit right the fuck now. If someone didn’t fuck him soon, Phillip was going to crawl his way back to his room and make do with the knotting dildo he had stored somewhere in his duffel bag.
The Omega squeaked indignantly as he was set on the floor, only to sigh as the cool tile bled relief into his overheated skin. As he raised his head, he caught sight of Roach stalking toward Captain Price, loud snarls coming from both Alphas. The shorter sergeant had both hands out in a grappling stance, clearly intent on fighting for the right to take Phillip back to his room. Despite having a long line of suitors before he became the Shadow’s CEO, Graves had never had two Alphas fight over him, especially not during a heat cycle. He felt so desired that he couldn’t help but stare as the men grew closer.
As Roach stalked up, Price only rumbled a deep growl in his throat and threw a quick hit at the sergeant’s head, sending him ducking back reflexively. Once the man was leaning back to avoid the fist flying at his face, the captain swiped a foot at his legs, effectively sending him crashing to the ground. It didn’t take long for the Alpha to scramble back to his feet, spitting and snarling at his Captain. More attempted hits followed, some landing, most not. On one particularly savage heel palm strike, Price let out a shocked cry, his head rocking back to reveal blood dripping heavily from his nose.
The feeling of the liquid spilling onto his bare chest sent the older Alpha into a frenzy, abandoning his more defensive strategy for a full takedown. In a flurry of limbs, he tackled Roach to the tile floor, instantly flipping the smaller man to his belly before pinning one arm beneath the sole of his foot and twisting the other painfully behind his back. The sharp twist in his shoulder had the sergeant’s enraged growl turning into a pained yelp, all fight slowly bleeding from him. Price’s free hand came to the back of the smaller Alpha’s neck and gripped the base hard, scruffing the sensitive skin there by his mating gland.
“Yield.” The order gave no room for question. Roach nodded helplessly, attempting to bare his neck in a sign of submission.
Once the younger man surrendered, the captain removed his weight from his back, standing between him and Phillip as Roach clambered to his feet. All Price had to do was curl his lip one final time and the sergeant was jogging back to his room, head cowed like a pup with its tail between its legs.
The sight of the Captain, of Alpha, finally coming to claim him had every scrap of Phillip’s reserve breaking. Gunpowder, scotch, and woody cigar smoke rolled over him as the base air conditioning pushed Price’s scent toward him, only heightening his overwhelming need. With a whimper, Graves hauled himself off his side and onto his knees, lowering his face to the floor and arching his back into an acceptable presenting position for Alpha. His slick was dripping down his thighs, the warm sticky fluid leaving damp trails in his shorts as he offered his ass to Price. He didn’t care that he was in the middle of a hallway, he didn’t care that anyone could see him, all Graves cared about was being a good Omega for his Alpha.
“Oh, pretty Omega, you don’t have to do that,” the captain crooned. One of his large and slightly bloody hands came to rest on the side of Phillip’s hip, the touch scalding. “I’m not knotting you on a dirty floor, pup. Come on, let’s go. That’s it, wrap your arms around me.”
Gently encouraging Graves to turn, Price helped him hold onto his neck so he could scoop him into a bridal carry, easily wrapping the Omega in his arms. His weight seemed to mean nothing to the Alpha as he strode toward the officer’s wing, warm chest rumbling with satisfaction. Phillip was nearly boneless as the pair made their way to Price’s room. The captain was still shirtless, drops of blood streaked down his chin and chest, and his scent was full of notes of dominance, latent aggression, and pride at winning the fight. That combined with his usual whiskey and cigar smell had the Omega nuzzling into the side of his neck, desperate for more.
“Alpha–” Graves whined into Price’s throat, trying his hardest to get closer. He was sheltered in the man’s broad chest, wrapped in his arms, and completely swathed in his scent, but it wasn’t enough. The heat running through his limbs was nearly paralyzing; if he didn’t have Price seated deep in him within five minutes, he might completely melt down.
“I’ve got you, baby,” the captain growled, the soothing noise vibrating deep in his throat. They were in the hallway to his barracks, only a few steps away from his room. The thought of having a pretty heat-drunk Omega in his bed was intoxicating already; having it be Phillip was an added bonus. Despite the…complicated history between the man and his own team, Price couldn’t deny that he found Graves attractive. He had made his amends and was consistently working to undo the mistakes he made. Watching him type away at his laptop day after day with the same stupid, lovable cowlick in his hair had worn away the Alpha’s walls. Phillip’s heat might be the catalyst, but there was no shortage of attraction to the other man.
At the new pet name, Graves whimpered and squeezed his arms tighter, bringing his body higher in Price’s hold. Everything about the older man was shutting his brain down- from his scent to the way he was clutching his hips. As Price kicked the door to his room open, the Omega started babbling pleas, each quiet word muffled into the skin of the captain’s neck.
“Alpha, Alpha please-” Graves couldn’t even voice what he was begging for, his words interrupted by a loud moan as Price set him on his bed. The military-issue mattress was nothing special, but the Omega could’ve died happy right then and there. It was covered in blankets that felt softer than down, pillows that would make perfect nesting material, and it all smelled so undeniably Alpha.
“I have you, little one. You don’t need to whine,” Price rumbled, already moving to grab some of his extra shirts from the closet to hand to Phillip for his nest. As soon as the Omega had hit the mattress, he had begun rearranging the bedding to a more acceptable position– pushing the pillows to the wall, piling the blankets up around the edges, and carefully laying the proffered shirts along the middle. He didn’t have enough for a lavish nest, but it smelled right. It smelled like Price, like Alpha, like Mate.
Once the nest was suitably built up, Phillip whined for more attention, the fact that his Alpha wasn’t currently swaddled behind him almost painful. The soft cry instantly garnered Price’s attention, the larger man easily climbing into the nest and assuming his position behind the Omega. Graves was lying on his side, the smooth fabric of the captain’s shirts pooling under his sweaty body. Price couldn’t resist burying his nose into the Omega’s neck, inhaling the heat-drunk scent deeply.
“Fuck, baby, you smelled so good that it fucking woke me up,” he groaned, the words pulling a weak keen from the man curled in front of him. “Could smell you from my room, pup.” One of his large hands was clutching Graves’ hip, the other resting by his head. Even in the middle of a heat, Price didn’t want to touch more than he was allowed. The smell coming off the Omega in his bed was intoxicating, the freshness of rainy woods undercut with the sweetness of sugared citrus. John could never get enough. He licked at Graves’ neck over the scars there, sending a shiver through the smaller man’s body.
“Alpha, Captain, please-” he started, interrupting himself to turn slightly to look more at Price, “I need you, need you to help me.” His big blue eyes were glazed over and filled with tears, the heat coursing through his body becoming nearly painful without any relief. To have an Alpha holding him, caressing him, and covering him in his scent but not knotting him was almost cruel. Phillip knew Price wasn’t a cruel man; he could only hope he wasn’t a cruel Alpha.
“Yeah? Need me to fuck you? Need a knot to fill you up and breed you?” Price snarled the words as he began to nip over the softness of the Omega’s jawline, rumbling deeply at the pathetic whimpers that his actions got. Graves nodded helplessly, the motion jarring the captain’s head from underneath his chin. Finally.
Now that he had his confirmation, his final blissful agreement of consent, Price moved from his spot behind Graves to loom over him. The Omega looked up at him with wide eyes, soft pink lips slightly open as he gasped. His hands were pillowed by his head, pale fingers trembling as the Alpha stared at his prize. He had fought for the rights of this fuck; the added burst of possession and protectiveness was making his instincts go haywire. It was as if someone had attached a live wire to John’s skull and turned up the voltage.
With a heady snarl, he leaned down and finally stole Graves’ lips in a kiss, eagerly drinking in the desperate whimpers from the man under him. Phillip’s mouth was as soft and plush as it looked- those pretty pink lips easily caved to Price’s tongue, allowing him to explore deeper and fully taste the needy Omega underneath him. He ran the tip of his tongue behind Graves’ front teeth where his soft palate was sensitive, chuckling low in his throat at the squeak it got him. Graves kissed back just as eagerly, if not more submissively, eagerly taking every lick and bite he got.
When air became an unfortunate necessity, Price broke away from his Omega’s lips and began trailing kisses down his neck, leaving nips and sucks along the skin as he went. Phillip was writhing in his hold, the hand on his hip no longer keeping him still. As the Captain chewed on his throat, strong fingers came to grasp the soft blond hair, pulling Graves’ head to the side with a harsh tug. The sudden motion had Phillip going boneless immediately, his neck bared to the Alpha in submission.
Once Price was satisfied with the purple and red marks lining Phillip’s neck, he pulled back to look at him, smirking at the expression on the Omega’s face. He looked completely fucked out already- hair mussed, eyes teary, vision completely blurred. He looked like sin. Another hitched gasp came from the man at Price’s inspection, the scrutiny making him squirm under the Alpha. Price let his hand trail up from Phillip’s hip, tracing the line of burn scars across his ribs and chest, stopping to flick at a pert nipple. There was no way he could ever deny that Graves was beautiful, especially like this. He looked like the forbidden fruit sent to tempt Price, and fuck if he didn’t want to risk damnation for a bite.
The smell of pure need and desperation was too appetizing to resist for much longer. Price groaned as he began crawling down Phillip’s body, leaving more kisses as he went. Every move was tracked with wide blue eyes and accompanied by tiny inhales. Graves couldn’t take his eyes off the Alpha slithering his way between his legs, he could only watch as his thighs were lifted in broad palms and spread wide enough for the captain to fit. They were only a few inches apart in height, but Price had a far thicker build than Phillip did. The Omega could feel a slight stretch in his hips as John settled there, the hint of pain only making him more desperate.
“What are you-” Graves started, slightly confused as to why Alpha was kneeling in front of him and not the other way around.
“Please, little one. I want to taste you.” Phillip couldn’t help but nod at the growled plea, chest heaving at the anticipation. The second Price descended on his thighs, Graves gave up on sitting up and looking down, instead throwing his head back against the pillows in the nest and scrabbling at his own hair.
The Alpha grabbed Graves’ smooth thighs in both hands, happily raising one to his lips to cover it in more licks and nips. Every few inches, he let his teeth sink in slightly, his sharpened canines catching on the tender skin and leaving a deep mark. Phillip was squirming and keening at the attention, the pleasure overwhelming his body enough to almost break Price’s hold. Even if his Omega wasn’t trying to, the movement was splitting John’s attention from where he wanted it to be– on licking every drop of slick from the sweet body beneath him.
“Be still, Omega,” he hissed out, dominance oozing from his voice. The suddenness of an order from an Alpha had Graves ceasing all movement immediately, allowing his body to be moved without resistance as he whimpered and begged.
Without any more interruption to his focus, Price pushed Phillip’s legs up toward his chest, exposing his leaking hole. The delicious scent he’d been chasing all night was the strongest here, the temptation too hard to resist. John licked his lips salaciously before diving down, eagerly cleaning the slick from Graves’ upper thighs and hips. In the course of the evening, the Omega had leaked profusely– Price felt like he could drown in the nectar pouring from the man below him, and he wouldn’t mind a bit.
At the first contact of a hot tongue to his aching hole, Graves let out a high moan, back arching toward the ceiling as he reached down to grab his Alpha’s hair. The flash of pain in his scalp had Price snarling into the man’s skin, the added vibrations only making Phillip cry louder. Despite the grip in his hair, Price continued licking and sucking at Graves’ hole, lapping at every drop of slick he could get. His beard was dripping, the liquid clinging to each hair before falling toward the soft shirts making up the floor of the nest.
“God, you’re fuckin’ delicious, baby. Want to keep you like this forever, leaking and needy in my bed.” Price murmured the words between stabs of his tongue into Graves, intent on never ridding his mouth of the taste of his Omega. Every movement had Phillip growing louder, noises that were once muted whimpers now escalating into strangled shouts. The noises only fueled the Alpha, hands coming to spread Graves’ ass further apart so he had more room.
“Price, Pr-Alpha, fuck,” Phillip yelped, hands flying back to his own hair. “Please fuck me, need it so bad.”
Need. It wasn’t the first time he’d said it tonight, but for some reason, Phillip saying he needed Price to fuck him flipped a switch in his brain. It was no longer about chasing his own pleasure, his Omega needed him. He needed to be a good Alpha and take care of his mate.
John didn’t respond, only snarling slightly as he used his hold on Graves’ hips to turn him over. The Omega whimpered at finally being put in the presenting position he’d been craving, his back arching instinctively as Price moved closer behind him. He brought his hands up by his head, giving his Alpha full access to his body. The captain leaned over the smaller man again, grinding his clothed hips hard against his ass as he bit at his shoulder blades. Phillip’s slick was soaking through the sweatpants, soft grey cotton turning dark as the liquid seeped in.
With one hand, he pulled his pants down far enough to expose his hard cock, sliding the shaft between Phillip’s slick-slippery thighs. The Omega whimpered at the contact so close to where he needed it, the proximity only heightening his desperation. A rumbling growl ceased his protesting as Price reached one hand down to steady his erection as he rubbed the tip over Graves’ fluttering hole, not quite pushing in yet. It was still open from the captain’s mouth, giving easily at the steady pressure of his cock.
“What do you want, Omega?”
“Please fuck me and knot me and fill me up, Alpha, plea-FUCK,” Phillip wailed as he was breached, the head of Price’s cock pushing easily into his heat-soaked body. The man didn’t stop until their hips were flush, every inch of the Omega’s body shivering at finally being full. John grunted deeply as he felt the tight, hot walls of Graves’ ass clenching around him, each beat of his fluttering heart pulsing into Price’s erection.
He gave Phillip a moment to adjust, waiting for the spasming around his cock to lessen before pulling out and slamming back in. The sudden pressure had Graves squealing, a high and needy sound as he gripped the fabric of his nest harshly. Price didn’t hold back at all, fucking his Omega with every bit of his strength as the man writhed beneath him. Every time he pulled back, Graves was begging for more; every time he changed pace, Graves was begging for harderfasterdeeper. He had no problems obliging to his Omega’s pleas– Phillip needed him, wanted him in his nest to satisfy his heat. What kind of Alpha would he be if he didn’t fulfill his Omega’s needs?
Price let his hands fall onto Phillip’s hips, squeezing the soft flesh hard until it dimpled beneath his fingers. The strong hold allowed him to pull Graves harder back against him, each thrust slamming into the man’s prostate. With the new stimulation, the Omega was sobbing into the bed, tears and drool running down his face in turn as he was finally fucked how he needed. It didn’t take long for his first orgasm to hit him, body shaking as he squeezed down hard around Price. Milky white spend dripped onto the bedding, soaking into the fabric along with the copious amounts of slick already there.
“Fuck, so good for me, pup,” Price groaned, smirking at the puddle of cum on the floor of the nest. It was clear that Phillip was still deep in his heat, still needing more pleasure and claiming and Alpha to satisfy him. Without letting his pace falter, John pushed Graves’ back down further, sending his spine into a delicious arch. The Omega whined at the deeper presenting position, the openness of his hips allowing Price to get even deeper inside him.
Even with the touch of overstimulation flowing through his veins, Phillip moaned at the feeling of the captain’s cock so deep inside him. His body had been begging to be filled for hours, and now that the ache was abating, all he could feel was overwhelming pleasure. Despite only reaching his orgasm mere minutes before, Graves felt another peak rising, the taut string in his lower abdomen pulling tight.
Price could tell his Omega was getting close again, the rapid spasming of his hole belying just how much he needed to cum. A strong hand reached around to stroke Phillip’s cock, the added pleasure sending him over the brink almost instantly. John groaned as he felt Graves’ spend dripping from his fingers, the hot liquid almost burning him as it lay in soft streaks across his skin. Without dropping his harsh pace, he brought the soiled hand to his mouth, noisily sucking every drop of cum from his fingers as he could.
At the noise of Price licking his spend from his fingers, Phillip whined and squirmed, more tears falling steadily from his eyes as he begged. He didn’t really know what he was begging for anymore, whether for John to fuck him more or just hurry up and knot him. All he knew was that he needed his Alpha, needed him to keep him full.
“A-Alpha, please,” he keened, drool running into the pillows below him.
“Hush, baby. I’ve got you. You just needed to be mounted like a bitch, didn’t you? Needed Alpha to fill you up?” Price growled every word out, the syllables feeling foreign and strange in his mouth.
Graves couldn’t help but whine and nod in affirmation, the words hitting him almost as hard as Price’s hips. He no longer cared about his own pleasure, he just wanted to make his Alpha cum, make him knot deep inside. With what little leverage he had, Phillip did his best to rock back against the Alpha’s hips, grinding and bucking with every thrust. The added motion combined with the internal clench of the Omega’s ass had Price growling with restraint. He wanted to fill up the body below him, but he wouldn’t unless he had permission first.
“Fuck, pup, you want my knot? Want me to breed you and knock you up?” Every word was punctuated with another harsh roll of his hips, forcing squeaks and gasps from Phillip’s mouth.
“Please please please, fuck, Alpha. Want you to fill me and knot me and keep me stuffed full of your cum until it takes please,” Graves sobbed in response. The added roughness from his Alpha was bringing him to the brink of a third orgasm, the build-up almost painful in his overstimulation.
The begging from the pretty Omega underneath him had Price hurtling toward his climax. He abandoned his hold on Graves’ hips to lean over him and brace his weight on his fists, letting his sweaty body blanket the smaller man. With the closer proximity, he could easily lean forward and nuzzle against Phillip’s mating gland, the smell of his heat so prominent and sweet there. Graves couldn’t help but tilt his head and give Price more room, the keens turning more breathy and soft as he felt the light scrape of teeth against his neck.
“Please.”
One simple plea was all it took. Price fucked his hips forward one last time, letting his knot fully inflate and catch within the tight clutch of Graves’ ass. Even locked together, he ground his cock back and forth inside him, making the Omega whimper with every stroke to his prostate. Once Phillip felt the liquid heat of Price’s cum filling his gaping hole, he couldn’t stop his final orgasm from ripping through him. He came nearly dry, only a few drops joining the existing mess beneath him.
Price was in heaven. His Omega was locked tight around his knot, taking every drop of his cum as it poured into him. Minute shivers were still working their way down Phillip’s spine, each tremble only sending slight vibrations where they were stuck together. As he continued filling Graves up, John licked over his scent gland again, placing small kisses and nips at the very surface of the skin. Asking without words. Begging with his body.
Phillip nodded and bared his throat, letting out a strangled scream when his Alpha bit in deep. Price held on tight, his teeth digging into the soft skin of Graves’ mating gland, feeling the flesh cave under his incisors. Drops of blood rolled down the front of the Omega’s shoulder as John clung to him, worrying his teeth over the bite until he was satisfied with the depth. This was his Omega. He needed to make sure the mark was scarred deep.
As blood and drool slid down the marred skin of his throat and shoulder, Graves sobbed loudly in pure pleasure. The combination of a knot filling him deep and a mating bite buried in his neck was almost overwhelming in the best of ways. He moaned when John released his jaw and licked over the new wound possessively before leaning forward to press hot kisses against his face. They would be locked together for a while, but the haze of heat was leaving him for now, leaving Phillip exhausted.
Price noticed the shift immediately, wrapping one arm around his Omega’s chest and pulling them both to lay on their sides. One of the spare blankets from the wall of the nest was quickly tugged forward, the soft fabric covering both bodies as Phillip’s fever broke. John continued laving kisses over his cheeks and temple, savoring each breathy sigh he got in response. Phillip was coming down slowly, the gentleness from John helping settle his mind and body both.
“Such a good pup for me, Omega,” Price whispered, tone reverent as he kissed Graves’ sweaty hair. The praise got him another tired squeak, Phillip turning his head into the soft touch.
“Alpha-” Graves started, a yawn interrupting his sentence. Now that his heat was temporarily placated, his body was protesting days of poor sleep. “Wanna be yours.”
A deep rumble filled Price’s chest at the words. He tilted his head slightly so he could kiss over the fresh mating bite again, getting the taste of fresh woods and Phillip’s blood on his lips.
“Mine.”