Vengeful Bonds, page 32
“Mm,” San agreed. “He loves showing off his boy.”
Seth whined in frustration, sniffling.
“He wants more, puppy,” San said. “He wants you to go harder.”
Binnie looked at San, brows knitting together. “I don’t want to hurt him.”
“You won’t,” Fen promised. “Saint uses him harder than this. Hell, I’ve used him harder than this.”
Binnie wiped a tear from Seth’s cheek. “Just tap my leg if you want me to stop.”
Binnie gripped Seth’s hair tight, fucking into his throat hard and fast, dragging these gurgling sounds from him as he fought past his gag reflex. Fen groaned, clenching around San’s knot, pulling a grunt out of him. Seth gagged, but Binnie forced him to push past it, not stopping until Seth’s lips pressed against his trimmed pubic hair.
“Fuck, they look so good,” Fen whispered, trying and failing to hold the camera steady. “I’m gonna get hard again.”
“If you keep wiggling, I’m going to come again,” San said through gritted teeth.
“Sorry,” Fen said, not sounding sorry at all.
Binnie started making these tiny half-bitten grunts, returning to those short little pulses instead of fucking his throat.
“He’s close,” Fen murmured.
“Come on his tongue, puppy,” San ordered.
Binnie pulled out, stroking his cock hard and fast, using Seth’s spit as lube. “Open up for me, little one.”
The omega whimpered, then unfurled his tongue, mouth wide as he gazed up at Binnie through wet lashes.
“That’s it. Fuck, you’re so pretty,” Binnie muttered, dragging another whimper from the omega. “Fuck. Fuck.”
Seth suddenly wrapped a hand around Binnie’s knot. Binnie moaned, his knees almost giving out as he came hard, his meager release spilling onto Seth’s tongue. Seth swallowed it like it was sacred, squeezing his knot until Binnie hissed from oversensitivity.
Fen ended the video, then pulled up Saint’s contact, attaching the video and pressing send.
San’s knot had gone down enough to slip free of Fen, but he held him there, keeping him plugged.
Fen made grabby hands at Seth. “Come here, baby. Let us get you off.”
A blush crept up Seth’s neck all the way to the tips of his ears. “No need,” he said, looking down at his now spent cock and his sticky fingers.
“Did Binnie coming on your tongue make you come, too?”
Seth gave a shy nod.
“Sweet boy,” San said.
Binnie took wet wipes and carefully cleaned the tears and snot and spit from Seth’s face. “That’s better.”
Seth beamed at him.
“I sent a video of you deep-throating Binnie to Saint,” Fen said. “You looked so hot.”
“Yeah?” Seth asked, tone dubious.
“Duh. You’re gorgeous. Come here. I’ll show you.”
Binnie scratched the back of his neck as Fen and Seth curled up on either side of San. “I’m gonna go take a shower, love.”
“Okay, puppy.”
When the door closed, Fen asked San, “How do you feel?”
San grimaced. “Like every three hours or so I get possessed by a horny demon. I hate ruts. They get in the way of everything.”
“Heats aren’t much better,” Seth said, voice hoarse.
“At least with heats, you don’t feel like you’re taking advantage of some helpless omega. I hate how much it turns me on when you fight me,” San admitted.
“I think it’s hot,” Fen admitted.
Seth nodded against his chest. “Me too.” After a minute, Seth sighed. “I hope your rut makes me go into heat again. Even better if Saint goes into rut, too.”
“Saint in rut is gonna be wild,” Fen said. “If you’re not in heat, you’ll have to let us help, too. All of us. He’s near feral on a good day.”
“You sound like you’re already daydreaming about it,” San said.
“What? He’s hot and there’s something to be said for the silent type that only gets verbal when he’s plowing you.”
“Can I see the tape?” Seth asked, completely unbothered by his friend's frank discussion of his mate’s sexual prowess.
San kissed the top of his head. “Sure, baby.”
They hit play, and Seth’s breath punched out of him as the filthy sounds of Binnie using Seth’s throat filled the room. The scent of Seth’s anxiety and arousal thickened. “What’s wrong?”
“Do you think I look okay?” he asked timidly.
They both stared at him. How did he not see how beautiful he was? San blamed his fucking mother. He wrapped a hand under his chin, tilting his head up to kiss him softly. “Are you crazy? You look incredible.”
Seth chewed on his lip for a bit before asking, “Do you think Saint will think—”
They all startled as the door burst open, Saint striding into the room and scooping Seth up bridal-style like he weighed nothing.
For a moment, San’s heart plummeted, thinking they’d been wrong about Saint’s reaction.
Seth’s anxiety spiked. “Are you mad?”
Saint stopped short, looking genuinely confused. “Mad? Why would I be mad? Do you know how hot you looked, little one? I’m taking you to our room. We’re gonna take a long bath and then I’m going to spend the rest of the night reclaiming you from the inside out.”
“Yes, alpha,” Seth said dreamily, resting his head against Saint’s chest.
“He’s still pretty deep in his sub-space,” San said. “And he’s feeling a little insecure about the video.”
Saint nodded. “I’ve got him. Let me know if you need him back. I want to watch.” Seth slapped Saint’s chest weakly. “What? I can’t help that it turns me on to see my pack giving my needy baby what he needs.”
“I think my rut is winding down. It was a lot shorter this time,” San said. “But we’ll see.”
Once they were gone, Fen yawned. “I’m gonna take a nap until the next wave hits. Snuggle me?”
San rolled them both onto their sides, burying his face against Fen’s throat, breathing him in. As much as he hated having his rut, this was, by far, the easiest one he’d ever had. Thanks to his pack. San’s heart constricted as he thought of all the danger swirling around them. If anything happened to them, he’d die.
“Whatever you're thinking about is stinky,” Fen mumbled. “Stop.”
San winced, shaking away his intrusive thoughts. “Sorry, babe.”
He was fading to sleep when he heard the bathroom door open. Lips brushed his temple. “I’ll be back. Gonna go talk to Loch and the others.”
“Mm, okay,” San mumbled. “Love you.”
“You too, love.”
Strong fingers dug into the muscles of Binnie’s back. He groaned into Ollie’s belly as the omega combed fingers through his hair. Deke sat on Binnie’s thighs, working his mean little fingers deep into his shoulders, trying to break up the knots there. They were currently lying in the pack nest, Ollie propped up on pillows, Binnie lying between his sprawled legs, his cheek resting on his belly, the steady thud of two heartbeats lulling him—one fast, one slow.
Fen and Seth were sound asleep beside them, tangled up in each other like two sated puppies, happy and warm in the safety of the nest. Binnie had attempted to decline Deke’s offer of a massage. It wasn’t like he and Ollie weren’t dealing with problems of their own. But Deke said he needed a distraction and his massages were too rough for Ollie’s pregnancy-sensitive muscles.
Binnie had agreed but only if Ollie would act as a pillow. Hearing the baby’s crazy fast heartbeat soothed him almost as much as Ollie’s fingers combing through his hair or Deke’s fingers untying the knots beneath his skin. Part of him felt bad for needing a break. San’s rut had taken a lot out of him. His body just wasn’t made to be bred repeatedly for days on end.
San somehow managing to wear even Seth and Fen out had made him feel a bit validated. They had to call in their alphas. Neither Saint nor Loch were equipped to handle San’s rut either, but they’d take it without complaint, whether he wanted to fight or fuck…or both.
Saint had purely selfish motives. He was hoping to throw himself into rut so he could finally put a baby in Seth. Binnie’s chest lit up at the idea of two babies. Babies just made a pack better. It would make their big, cold fortress of a house a home. Well, more of a home. Deke collapsed on top of Binnie, blanketing his weight there, nestling his nose against his scent gland, inhaling deeply. The three just laid there, breathing each other in, content in the silence.
It had been two days since the info dump from Shane and Bas. Seth had been carefully adding each new detail to his murder board, little pink tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth as he happily wound different colored string over strong magnetic push pins. It was cute. Seth was cute. Everything he did was also cute. Seth pregnant would send the pack’s cuteness aggression to a hundred. They could barely keep their hands off Ollie and he was borderline standoffish on a good day.
“What are you gonna name her?” Binnie asked suddenly, caressing Ollie’s stomach.
“Her?” Deke mumbled against his throat. “Do you really think it’s a girl?” Ollie’s scent withered, immediately snagging Deke’s attention. “What, you don’t want a girl?”
Ollie shook his head. “It’s not that. I just think maybe we shouldn’t get too…” Binnie looked up to see Ollie had tears in his eyes.
“Too attached?” Seth asked.
They looked in the direction of the omegas to find them awake. Ollie nodded.
The two omegas flanked Ollie immediately, scenting him.
“Don’t think that way,” Fen said. “We’re not going to let anything bad happen to you or the baby.”
“He’s right,” Seth added. “We’ll keep you safe. Promise.”
Ollie smiled weakly. “You can’t promise that. There are no guarantees. We don’t know who we can trust or who we can’t. We don’t even know if my body is equipped to sustain a viable pregnancy.”
Binnie moved off Ollie, letting Deke take his place. The baby alpha pressed his face to Ollie’s belly, pushing his shirt up to kiss the skin there. “Your body was equipped enough to get pregnant in the first place. There’s no reason to think you won’t be able to carry them to term.”
Ollie shook his head. “That’s just wishful thinking. I haven’t even seen a doctor. I can’t see a doctor. It’s too risky. Am I supposed to go through this entire pregnancy not knowing if the baby is even okay?”
“Do you want me to call Bas?” Deke asked. “I can push him, tell him if he wants anything from me, he needs to deliver. I can do whatever you need.”
Deke climbed up Ollie, scenting him, careful not to put too much pressure on his mate’s stomach.
Ollie tilted his head to the side for Deke, but it didn’t seem to stop his panic. “Pushing him won’t make this happen any faster, and it definitely won’t make them inclined to help us with our registry problem. We just have to…wait and see.”
“They’ll do whatever they need to get my blood,” Deke said. “They’ve run out. That’s why Dresden and Hearst were stalking potential enigmas in the first place. I’m it. Well, as far as they know, anyway.”
“Are you really okay with them using your blood for experiments?” Binnie asked, sitting next to Fen before pulling him into his lap.
“What do I care? As long as they’re not using it to hurt anyone,” Deke said. “I don’t plan on taking their word for it, though. I want to see their facilities. I want to know exactly how they plan to use my blood. I want to know what happens to someone’s body when an enigma’s blood is introduced into their system. Am I just a genetic defect, or is there something more I should be doing to help people?”
Binnie nodded. Would Deke going into rut again, change more of the pack? Was it something that could be done consciously or was it triggered in some way? Was it proximity, or did it have to do with some kind of exchange of bodily fluids? And if so, how did he trigger Loch going from recessive to dominant without touching him? Or had they just not noticed the exchange at some point?
“Your thoughts are so loud,” Fen said around a yawn, snuggling deeper into his arms. “I think we should let them prove they have the pull they do and then we tour the facilities, make them show us everything, even the restricted stuff.”
“Should I let Win be my doctor? I know she has the medical knowledge, but can we trust her with the baby?” Ollie asked.
Binnie could smell Deke’s anxiety growing more and more sour by the second. He wished he could think of something to say that would in any way reassure him, but he didn’t know if they could trust her…or Bas or Shane or any of them. The only people they could trust were in this house.
“If they fix your name in the registry, you can have a regular OB just like everyone else,” Fen said. “If that’s what you really want.”
“But Win is the only one who knows that I used to be a beta,” Ollie said, shaking his head.
“Being a beta isn’t that much different than being an omega,” Seth pointed out. When they all looked at him incredulously, he added, “Ollie always had the equipment to get pregnant, they were just non-functioning. He didn’t magically grow a uterus overnight. The plumbing was always there. There’s no reason to think he couldn’t carry a baby just like everyone else now that Deke accidentally jump-started those organs again.”
“That’s true,” Fen agreed. “Being beta-o and getting pregnant isn’t as much of a miracle as being beta-a and suddenly getting pregnant. Haven’t there even been urban legends of some people thinking they’re betas their whole lives and then just having a really late presentation?”
“Well, yeah, but those people weren’t registered as betas. And those stories have never been confirmed like you said. They’re just kind of…urban legends,” Ollie muttered.
“Fenny’s right, though,” Binnie said. “Your body was always equipped with what you needed to carry a baby. It was just never…activated.”
Fen took Ollie’s hand and squeezed it.
“If Deke was to accidentally turn San or me or any of the other alphas, what would that mean?” Binnie asked. “Would our knots go away, would we magically grow organs that weren’t there before? Is the only reason Loch went from recessive to dominant because an alpha can’t become an omega or is there more to it than that?”
“It is possible to grow organs,” Ollie said begrudgingly. “At least in the animal kingdom. Some frog species have been known to experience sex reversal when certain environmental factors come into play. Maybe Deke is that environmental factor that could cause even an alpha to get pregnant.”
“Great,” Deke muttered. “Are you telling me I might accidentally knock up any of you?”
“It’s fine with me.”
They looked up to see San and Loch standing in the doorway.
It was San who had spoken. “I don’t think anyone in the pack would be upset about a baby, right?”
Loch nodded. “A pack full of omegas to Deke’s enigma would probably be a highly unique situation, but since he only managed to trigger my dominant side, it may not work that way for everyone.”
Ollie nodded, kissing Deke’s forehead. “He’s right. A lot of things have to line up for that kind of severe change to take place. I think you changed me so easily because, like Fenny said, I already had the organs, they were just dormant. I’m afraid we won’t know the full extent of what being an enigma means for you or us unless we agree to Bas and Win’s terms.”
“Where’s Saint?” Seth asked.
“Um…I may have triggered his rut,” San said, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth.
Seth’s eyes lit up. “Really? You’re serious? You’re not messing around with me, right?”
“What kind of mean joke would that be?” Loch asked. “He’s still in pre-rut. Mostly, he’s just sweaty and cranky, but give it another twenty-four hours, and you’ll have an alpha in full rut.”
Seth’s excitement made the whole nest smell like an apple orchard. “Do you think it will work this time? I wish I was in heat.”
Ollie scoffed. “Believe me when I say this: Saint’s rut might be all that’s needed to force you back into heat. He’s…intense. Right?”
He looked at Binnie, then Loch.
Binnie immediately nodded. “Yeah, Saint in rut is…something. I’m honestly a little worried for you. You’re very small and he is extremely aggressive when he’s in that state.”
“You’re not going to try to talk me out of helping my own mate through his rut, are you?” Seth asked warily.
“What? No. Of course not. But we are going to need you to do regular check-ins like Fenny did,” Loch said. “Just so we know you’re safe.”
“What if he throws me into heat and I’m too far gone to text?” Seth asked.
“You’ll know if you’re going into heat. Just let us know, so if you go radio silent, we will know that you’re giving as good as you’re getting,” Loch said. “I know how much you want a baby, but it’s not worth you being permanently injured. Saint would never forgive himself.”
“Is it weird that I’m excited to get mauled by him?” Seth asked shyly.
Fenny shook his head, cheeks turning pink. “No, Loch’s alpha was super hot. Even if he wouldn’t stop trying to use me as a chew toy. He probably would have knocked me up that first day if not for both of us being on suppressants.”
Seth was suddenly tugging at Deke. “Sit up.”
Once Deke was sitting criss-cross beside his mate, Seth climbed right into his lap.
“That’s the wrong alpha, sweetie,” Ollie teased.
“Come on, baby enigma,” Seth said. “Do your thing. Make me super fertile or something.”
“What if I accidentally turn you into an alpha instead?” Deke said, sounding horrified by the possibility.
Seth scoffed. “There’s not an alpha bone in my body—”
“Not yet,” Fenny quipped, making Seth giggle.
“Seriously, Deke. Help me, just scent me and think ‘breedable’ or something. Get your alpha all riled up,” Seth whined.
