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“Look ‘ow blissed out she is on yer knot, Lt. Cor, looks just like when she's kneelin’. Bonnie lil thing.” Johnny whispers, leaning into Simon's side so he can gaze at Bex's face. The Alpha makes no acknowledgement of hearing him sadly, just continuing on feeding their Omega little tidbits of food, his own happy grin on his face. Johnny memorizes it, itching to grab his sketchbook again, but his stupid arm is going to make it hard to sketch for a while.
On the couch, Simon sits back, Bex on his lap, flush against his hips with his knot locked inside of her. Johnny is spread out next to them, propped up against Simon for support, finally out of his wheelchair. Occasionally Simon turns his head to nuzzle into Johnny’s Mohawk before holding out a piece of food for him too.
Kyle hovers nearby, draping himself along the back of the couch or on the arm to help feed Bex, enjoying the noises she makes, the way she sucks his fingers clean, nipping at them gently. Simon chuffs at him when he catches sight of his hard cock, Kyle's dark skin turning even darker with his blush.
But they all keep an eye on their Pack Alpha. John sits in his chair, legs spread wide, smoking his first cigar of the day, watching them with dark eyes. Belt unbuckled, pants pulled just far enough down to pull his cock out and tuck under his balls. His left hand slowly strokes up and down the shaft, the constant stream of precum keeping him well lubricated the entire time he watched Simon fuck and breed their Omega. While he watched his knot pop in. And now with each bite of food the pack feeds her.
Kyle gulps down his drool, the purple swollen tip of John's cock calling to him. Whether he wants to suck it or ride it he doesn't know. But it's not for him. John made that clear earlier.
Walking back into the room with heavy plates of food, Price and Gaz freeze, watching Ghost fuck Bex up and down his cock while Johnny whines from his chair. “Ghost… what are you doing?”
No response from the Alpha, but Bex throws her head back, “Ah, he's -fuuuuck- he's fucking his knot into me Alpha~~. Breeding me while you feed me. Taking such good care of me!”
Johnny moans again and twitches, his hands fisting his shirt above his wound. He wants to pull his cock out but is worried even just the orgasm would be too much strain on his abdomen.
Price growls, stalking over, placing the food on the table and standing behind Bex. Tilting her head back, he slows the fucking until she is still, trembling on Simon's cock, forced to look up at his glowing eyes. “You gonna take his knot like a good little pet?”
“Yesssss yes, yes please, please, yes Alpha.”
“I'll let you. And I'll let them feed you while you take him, while he floods your tiny cunt with his pups.” She shakes, squeezing hard around Simon who barks beneath her, but Price doesn't let her look away. “But I'm gonna watch. I'm gonna sit and stroke my cock, getting harder and harder, and watch my packmate knot you. Watch our pack feed you. But as soon as his knot slips out of you, I expect you to come over to me and slip my fat cock inside of your slippery pussy as well, do you understand me, Omega?”
“God yes Alpha, please, I'll take all of you, your whole cock and knot, all night long. Miss it so much, please! Just for me, your cock, just mine!”
“Pretty little Omega begging for it.” Price grins, all teeth, and leans down for a hard kiss, nipping at her lip for just a small taste of blood, setting his Alpha off more. Simon howls beneath her, her pussy strangling his cock until Price meets his eyes and he pulls back, trying to regain control.
“Take care of her. Knot her and breed her for me. But she's MINE when you're done, mutt.” Simon nods, unable to argue, claws ticking at Bex's hips. “Don't hurt her. Clam down and fuck her like she deserves.”
Turning his back, Price heads to his room and grabs a cigar before plopping down in his chair to watch the show. He waived Kyle away from his cock despite his begging, giving him a hard stare that tonight his cock belonged only to Bex.
And there he sat. For over two hours. Cock hard and dripping. Waiting.
“My knot.” Simon whimpers. Face buried into Bex's hair, he doesn't have the energy to look up. “Slippin’ out.” His words are slurred, exhausted from how long he and Bex fucked. His knot has been tied in her for almost 40 minutes, a constant stream of cum pumping up into her. Drained dry, Kyle holds a bottle of water to his lips and he drinks eagerly. “Mm, good boy.”
The constant flush on Kyle’s face is keeping him hot and bothered. “Thank you.”
Simon's eyes close again. “Mm, mate you later, promise.”
“Cor, gettin' jealous over ‘ere.” A little hand brushes though his Mohawk, Johnny instantly relaxing and letting out a deep purr. “Nevermind, all better.” Their Omega giggles softly at him.
Ducking down, Kyle kneels next to Simon's thigh getting a good look at where they are tied. Cum is already starting to leak out as the knot deflates, his belly doing summersaults. It's a beautiful sight and he gives up, letting himself lean forward to drag his tongue along Simon’s balls, up the exposed portion of the knot and against Bex's slit, slurping down the cum. Sweet delicious Alpha musk, tinted in sweet honey glaze. It's addicting.
“Fucking hell, Gaz!!”
“Kyle, baby!”
Oh, they sound so cute. He does it again and again, listening to them bark and whimper, their thighs shaking around his head. Bex sits up and the knot slips out further, more cum pouring out, and Kyle groans, lapping at it like it's the first thing he's drank in days.
A hand scruffs him and drags him backwards, a low growl biting through the fog in his brain. “Little brat. What do you think you're doing?”
Kyle struggles, claws scraping at the carpet to go back. “Noo!! More please, please!”
Their pack Alpha hauls him up by the neck, dragging him over to his chair. “Drunk boy. I told you all what was happening as soon as the mutt's knot left her and then you got in the way.” John pushes Kyle down onto his knees with a snarl right next to the chair. “You will sit and not move from this spot until I tell you otherwise, understand?”
Kyle's lip trembles ever so slightly up at John. His eyes stop on the still exposed and leaking cock in front of him, before glancing back at Bex and Simon, who are panting slightly, Simon's knot almost completely out now. “But…I'm a good boy.”
The glow in John's eyes lessons a little bit. “You are. But right now you've interrupted. You will sit and stay. Understand?”
Whining, he looks down. “Yes Alpha.”
“There's my good boy.” Letting go of his scruff, John strokes his cock once against Kyle's lips, letting him have the slightest taste of precum before he sits back in his chair.
Raising his voice, he catches Ghost’s attention. “How's your knot, mutt?”
“Almost down, sir.”
Bex shifts a bit, pulling almost all the way off so she can look back at John and glare. “Stop calling him that!”
The Alpha looks amused, grabbing his cigar to take a long draw, his other hand shaking his cock enticingly, enjoying how all four of them watch it. “And why should I? That's what he is. Little mutt, my second.” The glow in his eyes deepens fangs poking out a little. “Taunting me, poking me, fighting me. He's a mutt going against his Alpha. He's lucky I let him breed you first, luv.”
Bex’s Omega perks up, and her eyes glow slightly as well. “How cocky you are, Alpha. As if yours is the best cock to breed me and you are so benevolent to let them have the chance.”
Johnny sucks in a breath, Simon groaning as Bex pushes up off his knot finally, cum slipping out of her and covering both of their thighs. He helps her stand on shaky legs to face John, head tilted up.
“As if we all don't know that I get to choose who breeds me and who doesn't.”
The Alpha bares his fangs and Bex bares hers in return.
Simon whines, upset that he doesn't know what's happening.
“Apologize and I'll come let you breed me too, Alpha~.” Her hand slides between her thighs scooping up slick and cum, spreading it up over her belly in a claiming fashion. That calms Simon down a bit. “Or don't, and I'll walk right past you to Kyle and ride his knot instead. Only let ‘mutts’ breed my womb tonight.”
Their Alpha gnashes his teeth at her. “I'm going to turn that little ass red.”
“That's not an apology.” Smirk. “Kyle, pants off.”
His eyes light up, hands shaking with lightning speed, shucking his belt off, zipper down before John's roar fills the room.
“Roar all you like.” Bex slowly walks over, chin up, that little smirk on display still. She stops just out of range. John takes a deep breath, sweet chocolate dipped apples mixing in with Kyle's cinnamon to the side is driving him crazy, cock pouring out more precum. “I know you won't hurt or force me. And I know you respect my decision enough, Alpha, that if I did go to Kyle, you wouldn't stop me. So, are you going to keep stroking that cock for the rest of the night, or are you apologizing?”
Purring low, John finally chuffs and spreads his legs, opening himself. “Fine. Simon, Kyle.” His voice carries and they both look up at him. “I'm sorry for calling you mutts. You're proper wolves. My pack. My good boys. Same to you, Johnny boy. I'm proud of all of you.”
In person and in their minds, they all howl, proud to be pack, howling for their Alpha and howling for their Omega who stood up for them.
Bex grins and closes the distance, purring loud for her Pack Alpha. Climbing slowly into his lap, raking his shirt up so she can scratch at his furry chest. “Was that so hard, Alpha?” Wet slippery folds glide across his aching cock. “My goooooooood mate~”
He barely holds back his whimper, but the Alpha in him does bare his throat ever so slightly for her. “That's it. Big strong Alpha. Fought so hard. Brought the pack home safe. Took care of me. Let me worship you.” The tip slots against her still leaking hole, Simon's cum and her slick the perfect lube and she slides backwards sheathing him inside of her in one movement.
“FUCK!” Claws rip the fabric of the chair. “God damnit sweetheart! So… fucking hot and wet and slick.”
“Did you miss my pussy, John?” Kyle whimpers for him. They both watch her roll her hips, arching her back to show off her pretty little tits. Simon has already marked them up with fresh bruises again, light pinks and dark purples and greens.
“Missed you, baby. Just you. All of you.”
“Then show me. Make love to me, John Price.”
The glow fades from his eyes and just her sweet John stares at her, cupping her face to pull her in for a soft, slightly scratchy, kiss. His legs shift and they begin to rock together, his cock barely pulling out before pushing up, kissing her womb gently.
“Ohhh, fuck. Oh yes, please. Just- haa- just like that John.”
“Feel good, sweetheart? My cock deep inside of you? Fucking Si’s cum deeper?”
“Yess.” She hisses out, leaning to wrap her arms around his neck. He cradles her close, taking their time. There's no rush here. No worries, nothing spurring them on. He waited for weeks for her. For hours watching his pack. And now that he has her, he doesn't want to be anywhere else.
“John~”
“Heh.” Huffing, he digs his fingers into her ass. “Close already baby?”
“‘s’not my fault.”
One hard push upwards makes her gasp. “Yeah? Whose is it?”
“Meanie!! S'yours!! All of you! Good men, making me wet. Making me love you!!” John howls, grabbing her hips but refusing to fuck her harder. “John please, wanna cum. Want your knot.”
“Not yet, baby. Cum for me first.”
Thighs shaking, Bex makes a pathetic noise against his neck, trying to rock faster. She's oddly oversensitive but also numb from Simon's knot, her pussy fluttering around John uselessly, desperate for a hard fucking to stimulate her. But her mate refuses, keeping her from barely lifting off his cock.
“Shh, it's ok. Don't rush. Let it happen when it happens. I'm here. We're all here, we've got you.” The hand on the back of her neck is comforting, grounding her and helping her settle. She finds a slow rhythm. One that grinds the tip of his cock against her womb, the odd curve against her gspot and her clit rubs against his furry pelvis in all the right ways.
“J-john. Gonna cum. Please, please, please!”
Kisses on her temple and along neck. “S'okay, luv, do it. Cum for your pack. Give me all of that lovely slick.” A tiny whimper matches him from the side, Kyle begging her quietly, and she finally falls, keening high in the back of her throat.
John grunts, squeezing her ass, keeping up her movements for her when she can't. “Perfect job luv, good girl. Ride it out, don't stop. Gonna knot you, baby. Can you take it? Don't wanna hurt you.”
Fangs graze over his gland lightly, and John groans, fucking his knot up into her in surprise, tying with her in an instant. His balls draw up and begin pumping her with long pulses of cum. In the distance he hears Johnny and Simon groan at the sight, but all he hears is the little voice next to his ear. “Mmmmm, I took it.”
His voice is ragged but soft and filled with amusement. “Cheeky lil thing.”
She doesn't deign him with a response, cuddling up to his neck with a sigh. Warmth fills her belly, a nice steady heat that she should have felt weeks ago that she missed dearly. Finding its way between them, her hand pushes on her belly just above his cock, and John hisses, a fresh wave of cum pulsing out of him.
“Want your pups.” The small whisper hits him hard. “I didn't get them before you left… and you weren't here during my heat.”
Clenching his jaw, John wraps his arms around her. “I'm sorry, luv. I'm sorry we didn't give them to you before we left. We'll work on it, I promise. Like Si said, our ruts are coming up. Alphas are more potent during ruts. Maybe then, yeah?”
She nods and laps at his gland for comfort. “I'm hungry, Alpha.”
“Me too baby. Let's have a snack before Kate comes over for dinner.” Looking past her hair, he takes in the sight of Simon and Johnny snuggled on the couch.
“I can get it, Alpha.” Kyle pipes up.
Glancing down at him, John hums softly. “Ok, but right back where you are after, and then you'll get a treat, ok? And don't forget a snack for yourself.”
Nodding, Kyle scrambles and gets everyone water and some food, happily feeding Bex a protein bar and some water. Moving back he goes to kneel but John grabs his arm, pulling him back to kneel next to his thigh instead. Kyle eagerly kneels and lays his head on John's thighs huffing in the scent of his Alpha's musk and Bex’s slick.
Smiling, John kisses Bex’s temple and sits her up a little, both of them moaning, his knot shifting inside of her. “Bex, luv, would you be ok if Kate brought over the mate paperwork when she comes over for dinner?”
“Paperwork?” She tilts her head curiously.
“Yes. Becoming mates isn't just us pledging or biting. We also have legal paperwork.”
“I… didn't think there was paperwork? The Academy never told us there was paperwork associated with becoming mates.”
“I donnae ken they have any. America just bites each other and steals mates.”
“What Soap is trying to say is that America and the Academy only use legal documents for matings when it comes to… official courtships. Things including inheritance, money, heirs, what couples agree to, etc. For very important Alphas and Omegas. So they more than likely didn't teach any Omegas except the ones they thought would… qualify. I'm sorry, sweetheart.”
She shrugs and leans back on his chest. “Just another thing. I expected to die a pack control Omega.” The pack goes deathly silent but she doesn't notice, tracing patterns along the hair on John's arm. “Or become mated to one of the packs I was assigned to on accident. They would always munch on my gland mid rut and I was always afraid I’d wake up bonded to them. But they always seemed to never want me that much.”
“Yer breakin’ me heart, Bexy boo. Maybe we should go through with huntin’ them-”
John gives Johnny a hard stare, Simon's hand freezing on his phone. “No.” Stopping that before it starts.
“I don't need you to hunt all of them down. You've already saved me.”
“That makes us feel better, babe. Thank you.”
“Mm, but of course Kate can bring paperwork with dinner. Whatever you need me to sign. Especially if it gets me my bites faster.”
“Oh hush. Soon, luv. Soon. Let's rest for now.”
It takes almost an hour for John’s knot to go down. Bex keeps rubbing her belly feeling it distend just a bit each time a fresh wave of cum is pushed into her. She loves it. Could become addicted to the feeling.
“Mm, my knots coming out baby. Kyle, ready for your treat?”
He perks up, looking at John hopeful. “Sir?”
“You wanted to lick her so badly before. As my knot slides out, I want your mouth on her. Drink as much of our cum that slides out of her as you can. Put that gorgeous mouth and tongue to use and don't let a drop of my or Simon's cum go to waste.”
“Fu-fuck. Yes, yes sir.”
“John~” Bex whines, shifting in his lap. “I don't think my pussy can handle it.”
“Really baby? You can't handle Kyle cleaning you up?” Softening his voice, he kisses her next gently. “He doesn't have to luv. If you're done you're done. No pressure.”
She sighs, considering it for several minutes. “I… don't think I can cum again.”
“I can be gentle, baby. I promise. Just cleaning you up, I'll go nice and slow and gentle, won't go near your clit. Alpha can keep a hand on my neck and make sure I don't go crazy, yeah? Won't try and make you cum, just wanna taste. But I don't have to.”
“You sound so excited…”
“I am! I am, but don't let that sway you. I am not trying to bully you or pressure you. If you're done for the day then you're done and I can suck on Alpha’s cock instead.”
“Hmm, didn't know I was volunteering for that.” His voice filters past Bex, amused.
“Like you weren't going to make me clean your cock off too.”
“Actually, I was going to make Johnny do it. Give the pup a little action since he can't do much.”
A sleepy Scottish voice calls over, “Rude.”
“Like you weren't hoping for a treat yourself!”
“Hmm, if you go slow, I'll let you. But I may have you stop, ok, Kyle?”
“That's ok with me, gorgeous. Just let me know when.”
“Get ready then, I'm slipping.”
Kyle doesn't hold back his excited whine, sliding around between John’s legs. John gently tugs on Bex's ass, spreading her wide and popping her off of his knot fully and his cock drags out and down onto his belly. Kyle's mouth seals around her slightly gaped pussy, letting the cum and slick just pour into his mouth, greedily slurping it down.
“Fook, lemme hear how tasty they are, Gaz!”
He does just that, grunting and moaning like a slut, quickly getting drunk on the pheromones coming from their combined fluids. He slobbers along her pussy, lapping and sucking on her skin, cleaning her desperately.
A little squeak from Bex and John reaches down, clamping a hand down on Kyle's neck like a vice. “Slow down. Be a good boy.”
An apologetic kiss on her thigh lets her relax and Kyle slows himself down, turning his feral licks into long sweeps up and down her folds. Each dollop of cum that drips out of her is gathered and swallowed with care and attention until Kyle whines pathetically when it seems like nothing else is going to come out.
Bex coos at the noise. “All done, pretty pup?”
There's a subtle shift against her ass where he nods sadly. Giggling, she pats her thigh and Kyle climbs up on the arm of the chair next to them, facing her. His pupils are wide and blissed out, lips red and messy. He's gorgeous. She purrs softly and pets at his thigh, up the valley to his still undone pants. “Thank you for cleaning me up again.”
He sniffs softly, shifting a bit closer, glancing at John for a rebuttal, but the Alpha doesn't stop him. Bex grins and rubs at his cock through his pants. “My good boy. Protected me this morning from those nurses. Took care of us, cleaned me up. Got a little treat from Alpha, now you'll get one from me.”
“Please, Bex. Been so good, please, just want you to be happy.”
Pushing down his boxers, her hand squeezes his cock right at the base before dragging up to the tip. “I know, baby. You're the best pup in the world. Not a mutt, not my Kyle. Not my Alpha. Good boy, so hard and ready. Feel that knot forming.” She pumps faster, his precum making her hand slick with each pass over the tip.
“Lookin’ good Gaz!” Johnny cat calls.
“Fuck, look at you, look at that hard cock leaking all over our Omega's hand.” Simon's voice filters into the room. Kyle closes his eyes, humping into her hand faster, head swimming.
“Bex!!”
“Shh. Ignore them. Just me and you. My shield. Can't wait until we mate.” His cock twitches, balls getting tighter. “Tell me where you're gonna bite me Kyle. Where am I getting your mating mark?”
“God!! I-i don't know!! Want… want it visible. Want everyone-ahhh, Bex please!!-” He shakes, bucking upwards. “Want them to know you're mine.”
“Yeah? Let them know I'm under your protection? Maybe my arm? Not on my gland, but maybe on my forearm?”
He nods, sweating, panting, head dropping backwards.
“You like that idea? That they'll see your fang marks on my skin?”
“Yes!!!! Fuck! God, yes. My Omega. My Bex!” He whines cock throbbing in her hand. She squeezes harder, twisting at the tip. “P-please let me cum, please, Bex.”
“Hmm, I think I'll bite you on your neck.” Kyle screams at the thought, almost falling off the arm of the chair, but John steadies him. “Bite you right on your gland. Want to taste those spices of yours when I do it. Make sure I'm permanently a part of you. Anyone who gets close to your neck will see that an Omega owns you.”
Kyle’s face screws up in painful pleasure, his cock turning a deep purple. “God DAMN!! Baby please!! Let me cum, please!! I've been so good, I've been so good, bite me, mark me, Bex, Omega!”
“Fuck, look how pretty you are. Yes Kyle, cum for me, let it out. Best boy, cum for us.”
John holding him still, Bex’s hand a blur on him, Kyle shouts, “Ahhh!! God!!! God!! Fuck!” His orgasm explodes out onto Bex’s hand, up onto his shirt, drenching his thighs. Bex moves down and squeezes hard, pulsing around his knot until it fills her hand, Kyle going wild, howling and crying out, shooting more cum until he is a panting mess.
John purrs deeply, and shifts Bex to the side, tugging Kyle until he falls into his lap. Bex keeps her hand on his knot, massaging it, helping him empty himself as if he were inside of her. The little twitches and pulses under her fingers are fascinating, and she experiments, twisting and jerking the knot a little to see how it feels and what different noises Kyle will make when she does. He finally has to beg her to stop, thighs trembling.
John tugs his shirt off and mops them up, as best he can while they're all cramped together, kissing the top of Kyle's head while Bex kisses him on the mouth, enjoying his little whimpers.
“Proud of you both. Proud of this whole pack. Now, everyone rest, we still have to finish debrief tonight.”
“Sir, yes, sir.”
“Such a bossy Alpha.”