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The second time Eddie knotted Steve, their lovemaking was sweeter than a baby panda licking a popsicle.
The fifth time, they were back on form. Eddie spanked Steve till he whined, humped him till he whimpered, then sank his fangs deep into Steve’s throat.
The morning after, during breakfast in bed, Steve’s skin smarted so good he giggled into his Cheerios.
“Babygirl?” Eddie gathered Steve against his hip.
“Last night was my favorite yet. I’m a freak!”
Eddie smacked a wet kiss on Steve’s burning cheek. “You’re perfect, my subby little Omega. Gonna give you everything you dream of.”
“That’s what’s flipping me out.” Steve sucked his swollen lip. “You meeting the guys later to jam?”
“Yeah. Wanna join us?”
The butterflies in Steve’s belly transformed into angry hornets. Which he valiantly ignored. He was totally ready to take Eddie’s pack.
Later, Eddie bent Steve over an amp in the garage, a cushion beneath his belly, legs spread. The Alpha watched as, one by one, Corroded Coffin plowed their way into his Omega. He barked orders at the Betas, like they’d no idea how to use their dicks.
If Steve hadn’t been mewling blissfully, he could’ve assured Eddie they did.
He’d no clue who was where, only that his neediest places were filled and royally fucked, and still he leaked crazy amounts of slick. His whole body pulsed wildly, his first orgasm hit hard, then… Aaaaaah, seriously? Another dick—Gareth’s?—crammed into his drenched holes beside the others.
Eddie crouched and petted him, as he whined, body struggling to adjust. “Okay, Sweetpea?”
“Yeeeeeesss!” Steve’s latest climax shattered through him. Somehow, his freaky Omega biology accommodated this, no sweat. He needed his Alpha inside him too.
Eddie gripped his hair—not gently, tho’ Steve didn’t want that. When Eddie’s dick smeared Steve’s lips, Steve literally sucked him up. Soon, Eddie breached Steve’s fluttering throat, and Steve, somehow, snorted air through his nose. His impossible Omega-ness took them all! Eddie pumped Steve’s mouth till his knot wedged Steve’s jaws wide. Steve was stuffed to bursting, a mess of liquid yumminess. Best of all…
… he felt safe and protected. Worshipped, even.
“Make sure I know if you need ‘out’,” Eddie had fretted earlier, an adorable betrayal of hidden self-doubts.
“Do I click my damn fingers?” Steve said, knowing he’d be too much of a boneless mush. “You know when I’m in my happy place, Munson.”
Now, Steve was certain Eddie knew. Steve perfumed as never before, radiating a cloud of apple-blossom sweetness. He snorted their mingled scents—Alpha, Beta, Omega—senses reeling dizzily.
Wow, being a whole pack’s Omega was badass.
Love you so much, Alpha.
“Love you too, Princess.”
Yeah, like you need a sign telling you I’m good when we’ve got a soul-bond, dipshit.
Eddie came in Steve’s throat. Steve, faintly smug, swallowed greedily. The others took Eddie’s roar as permission to shoot, before Steve’s best orgasm yet almost squeezed their Beta dicks off.
Hah! Gotcha, suckers.
Ooooh, maybe they’d all punish him for that one?
Somehow, before his eyes rolled up, Steve even managed to purr.