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Ghost didn’t have a lot of secrets. That might seem ironic, given the mostly blacked-out file under his name, but that had been a choice made by a younger and more naive man. Secrets aren’t meant to be known.Was it a secret if the topics had just never come up? With time, he’d became better at opening up and he’d talk about it if anyone asked, but nobody did. And that was fine.
Nobody had ever really cared to get to know him. His mother had been too busy trying to feed him and his brother and his father was too drunk to give a shit. There was that brief span of peace after Tommy got sober. Then Roba happened, and after that recruits spread rumors that kept most at an uneasy arm’s length.
He figured it was malnutrition. Or stress. Or maybe something truly was deeply wrong with him. Something broken and sharp like a bone poking through skin. Perhaps his body knew he wasn’t meant for the life of an omega, even from birth.
He had never had a heat. Had never been courted, claimed, knotted, pupped. At his ripe age, it seemed an impossible dream. He did his best not to wonder what it would be like to be taken care of through the throes of immeasurable pleasure, the ecstasy of a bite, or the tenderness of rocking his first child in his arms. It would only remind him of what he could never have, and that cut deeper than any bullet.
He was grateful for the second closest thing: his pack.
Task Force 141 was special for more than just their skills in the field. The hierarchies of alpha, beta, and omega had long been retired for a more modern and equal view of the subgenders. Packs were a thing of antiquity. Despite that, 141’s connection couldn’t be described as anything else. They didn’t need mating bites to work together as well as they did. It was a bone-deep, animal kind of love that they had for each other.
Price knew Ghost best. They’d worked together for a near decade and had saved each other’s lives a dozen times over. Price knew Ghost was an omega, but never brought up the fact he didn't need to take heat leave. It simply wasn’t important. Ghost could handle a gun and follow orders? That’s all he’d needed to know.
Ghost had gotten along with Gaz easily. They knew each other’s favorite hot drinks—Earl Grey with milk for Ghost, plain English Breakfast for Gaz—and worked out together. He’d let Ghost open up on his own time, no boundaries pushed. He was a levelheaded alpha who always offered a listening ear and a sweet smile.
Soap was the newest addition to the 141. Flirty, smart, and fiery, he lit a spark under the team they didn’t know had been waiting. He was an instigator, sure, but he gave the team a relentless drive and lifted spirits with his awful jokes. He was unafraid to show his love, whether that be with pats on the shoulder, sparring, or breaking the nose of some twat who’d said something crude about his teammate.
All that in mind, their mission had gone to shit. Ghost had missed four—fucking four—sniper shots, which let a target get a drop on one of their soldiers. He was disappointed in himself, but more than that, confused. He never missed.
He’d been feeling a bit off, sure, but nothing be couldn’t handle. Some stomach cramps—probably the shit MREs—the occasional hot flash, tender lymph nodes. He was exhausted beyond belief, too. Their sleeping bags weren’t exactly top tier. What he wouldn’t give for a big bed, enough to splay out and then some, with enough pillows to burrow into…
Yeah, he must’ve picked up some kind of bug and it was messing with his head. Since when had he ever given a shit about how comfortable he was in the field? He’d literally crawled out of a grave. Everything is more comfortable than that.
It would make sense, given his newfound clinginess to his teammates. Some animal instinct was telling him to stick close to them while he fought off whatever was doing him in. Just a hint of their scent placated the nervous energy within him.
Obviously they were quick to notice his odd behaviors. They knew he liked his space so they tried not to hover, but surprisingly, Ghost was secretly enjoying the attention. It did mean they more keenly picked up on the sudden acceleration of his strange behavior.
It started with the nausea. The helo ride back to base was unsteady in the air. For the first time ever, Ghost was wracked with motion sickness. He sat like a statue, fists clenched on his thighs as he did his best not to throw up all over his boots. He didn’t pick up on the looks the rest of the 141 were giving to each other. All he could think about was getting back to the barracks and sleeping for a week. He was exhausted, sweaty, and achy.
His stomach swooped as they dropped altitude. He knocked his head back with his eyes screwed shut until they hit the ground. As soon as he could, he was off the helicopter and following the siren song of his bed. He nearly stumbled jumping onto the tarmac. Gaz grabbed and steadied him by the arm.
“Whoa, L.T.,” he said. Ghost didn’t acknowledge it besides a sluggish nod. There was a surge of warmth in his chest at the gesture. Or maybe he really was going to throw up. He hurried off the runway.
He didn’t stop to return his kit or check in at medical—all he wanted was his bed, scratchy sheets and all.
He finally got to his room. He didn’t turn the lights on, even if that meant everything was cast in a dark blue from the fresh evening sky peeking through the single window. His head was beginning to throb something awful, like a bad hangover.
Ghost stared at the bed from the doorway. It looked so small and uncomfortable. Unsatisfying. A shudder rippled along his spine at the thought of having to curl up there.
Not enough blankets, was the first thing on his mind. Rummaging in the closet proved to be futile. He came up with an extra sheet—stale—and a pair of his own masks, even if he wasn’t quite sure why. Not good enough.
Being the top task force in the SAS meant they could get away with more shit. The brass had quickly found out that separating them led to drastic drops in performance, so they got their own building on base. It was fully stocked with solo rooms, a kitchen, a common area, gym, and utility room. It was a wonderful luxury, given that otherwise recruits would be staring in shock at the hulking beast prowling down the hallways in all black.
Ghost didn’t really know why he was going to get more bedding from the wash, just that it was imperative he did.
Warm, delicious air met him when he opened the door. He honed in on the baskets sat in a row against the wall. It’d been laundry day the day they’d been suddenly called out on the mission. Here it all was, ripe for the taking.
What Ghost picked up on first was one of Soap’s gym shirts: it reeked of gunpowder and cigarettes, acrid and explosive. Not that the man had actually smoked in it, but his pheromones still clung to it days later. Ghost shoved his nose into it and shivered on the exhale. He snatched up a few more, feeling like a kid on Christmas morning.
Price’s clothes bore an obvious scent. The musk and smoke nearly drowned out the beard oil, but its concoction made Ghost feel high with each huff. Something hot was coiling in his belly like a hammer ready for the pull of a trigger.
That left Gaz’s basket. The man didn’t have a very strong scent even after a day of working out. Obviously, Ghost unashamedly picked up a pair of boxers and lifted them to his nose. There was that undercurrent of herbs, subtle and fresh. Ghost was so hard in his pants it was starting to hurt.
He cradled everything in his arms, hurrying back to his room. This was a much better prize than the stupid sheets. He could finally relax and soothe that deep ache in his cunt…
Everything got dropped onto his bed unceremoniously. His clothes came off just as quickly, and he dove into the messy pile naked as the day he was born.
The scents surrounded him as soon as he face planted into the mattress. His anxious energy seeped out of him. A low rumble started in his chest, like the grind of old gears, and didn’t stop even after a few clears of his throat. It felt right. His bed felt right. This was perfect.
~
The whole team had noticed how weird Ghost was behaving. It was impossible not to. The man, usually so droll and witty over comms, had been mostly silent. It wasn't the tense, focused kind of quiet he would have staring down the barrel of his rifle. No, he seemed dazed, almost distrait. That was obvious, given his now-smeared aim record.
What was stranger was the zombie walk he’d done back to the barracks. Soap had called his name not once, but twice and still not gotten a response. Gaz mentioned the somewhat sweet smell left behind. It was making their mouths water. Perhaps it was breakfast for dinner in the mess hall?
The cryptid-adjacent sighting was the final straw. Gaz had been winding down in the common room with a book. Soap was waiting for his cup of coffee to brew and Price was finishing paperwork in his office. The sound of boots on the floor made Gaz perk up, eager to see Ghost after the strange interaction on the tarmac. Maybe he had just been really looking forward to a shower.
Their lieutenant walked past the doorway, not even stopping to glance at his pack. The room was filled with the sweet, thick scent of… omega. Gaz squirmed as his cock firmed up.
“Ye caught tha’?” Soap said hoarsely.
“Mhm,” Gaz whispered. He took in another deep breath. “No way he’s going around smellin’ like that, mate.”
“Cannae have some bird in his room.”
“Should… should tell Price. Probably.”
Soap swallowed thickly. “Maybe.”
“You do it, then.”
“Dinnae be a twat, Kyle. Ye owe me fer somethin’ or another.”
Gaz scowled. “You’re in my debt too, I’m sure.” He took another long breath like he was having a puff on a cig. His fingers curled into the table. God, that smelled so good.
His sniffing was interrupted by Ghost yet again walking past the door, this time holding a… mountain of clothes? Thatcertainly grabbed their attention.
Soap leaned out the doorway and watched their lieutenant walk away. Gaz was right behind him. Yet again, the trailing scent of sweet omega slick made them shudder.
They glanced at each other. A mutual agreement signed itself in the thick silence. In unison, they hurried down to Ghost’s room and put their ears to the door like eavesdropping children.
Beyond the door they could hear shuffling and the creaking of an old, military-grade cot, but no unrecognized voices.
“I thought… surely he’s not…” Gaz murmured.
“He’s gotta be,” Soap said. “Only us in ‘ere.”
“Always thought he was a beta. Dunno how he’s been hidin’ it with a heat smellin’ like that.”
“Fuckin’ wish ah’d ken. Would be fightin’ tha whole base fer a shag.”
“Mingin’, Tav…”
“Ye dinnae agree?”
“I have the decency to not say it out loud, at least.”
“Sergeants.” The voice made them both spin around and snap to attention, shame crawling along their necks. They felt like children being scolded by the teacher for passing notes. This punishment would be worse than a ruler to the knuckles, however.
“John,” Gaz said, his voice wavering. “We, uh…”
Price held up a hand. His mustache twitched as he visibly sniffed the air.
“I knew you were stupid, but not this stupid. Which one of you brought the omega?”
“Neither, sir. We’re pretty sure it’s Ghost.”
“Ghost? But he doesn’t…” Price frowned. “You’re sure?”
“Aye. Saw him hoardin’ our wash, too,” Soap added.
“Shite. Not good.”
Gaz looked up. “What is it?” Price pursed his lips in the way that meant What kind of damage control do I need to do? Gaz saw it often in the field, but never outside a lieutenant's bedroom.
A small moan slipped through the door. Soap’s head snapped upright like he’d been shocked. He jumped for the doorknob and nearly slammed the door open, but not before Price could grab him by the back of his shirt, scruffing him like a kitten.
“Chill, sunshine,” he growled. “I’m going in first.” Soap couldn’t do anything but lower his eyes and admit his captain was right. Price had known Ghost the longest and was obviously under better control. Soap was not known for his restraint.
Price slowly opened the door. Through the brief spill of light, Gaz and Soap could see the silhouette of Ghost curled up among a nest of their stolen clothes. The smell hit them like a tsunami. They choked on it, instincts flaring at the potent smell of omega.
Ghost was slowly, shakily humping the ridge of clothes. And over his face was not a mask, but a familiar pair of dark blue boxer briefs. Gaz felt goosebumps.
The door clicked shut.
~
Ghost didn’t understand the aching inside him. Every deep huff of the fabric pressed to his mouth made his hips twitch forward. It felt good, but every inhale satisfied him less and less. He was slick, thighs sliding together, toes curling in the sheets.
He flinched as light sliced through the room. He wanted to shy away from it, burrow further into his perfect bed. But the draw of strong, musky scents was stronger. He weakly lifted himself up.
“Ghost,” came the low voice. The omega shivered. The door closed, leaving him in darkness again. As his eyes adjusted, he could see Price—his captain, the best alpha he knew, so strong and capable—standing there. Ghost swallowed thickly.
“What’s going on, L.T.?” Price asked. He took a step closer. Ghost’s eyes fluttered shut as that whiff of smokiness—so much better than those old clothes—sent him deeper into the fog weighing on his mind. He let the briefs in his hand fall into the messy pile of clothes he’d accumulated.
He crawled to the edge of the bed, eyes half-lidded as he stared up at Price. Alpha. His voice escaped him in a needy whine.
The man flinched like he’d been shot. Ghost could smell the sudden arousal on him—stoked flames and charcoal. Ghost rested his forehead against the man’s front and shivered again despite how warm they both were.
Price cupped Ghost’s head, hand so tender despite the calluses, perfect to take care of him—and then pulled him away. Ghost felt his heart drop into his stomach. He was… being rejected.
“S-sir,” he gasped. He gripped his fists in the sheets to stop himself from grabbing onto the man. He shuffled onto his knees and went very still as if it could convince the alpha of how good he’d be.
“I know, Ghost, I know,” Price murmured. He sighed and ran a hand over his own head. Ghost didn’t want to see the man frustrated. He’d be better, whatever it was. He turned around, pressing his face into the pillows and arching his hips up. Maybe the alpha had been upset he hadn’t been presenting properly? He felt slick dribble down his thighs. The alpha must love that.
He heard Price make a low rumbling noise behind him and he trembled with anticipation. Yes, yes, this was it.
There was a huff of hot air on his bare ass and he twitched. It’d surprised him, but not as much as the thick finger tracing up his leg. It pressed just hard enough to leave a red mark in its wake. Ghost wanted nails. Rake him open, claim their place in what they owned.
A finger stroked over his weeping cunt, testing the give, of which there was none. Immediately it slipped into Ghost, who keened and arched back further onto it. Another hand wrapped around the base of his cock, just above the pink, winking hole.
Both hands moved in unison, speeding up suddenly until Ghost had no time to process the orgasm hitting him at full throttle.
His mouth dropped open on a silent scream as white-hot pleasure flashed through him. He trembled uncontrollably against the bed, making soft, choked-out noises until his body finally went lax again.
It took a long time for his mind to settle. Drool was slipping down his chin and his muscles ached from the sudden spasms. He sniffled, feeling tender and raw.
That’d been the first time anyone else had touched him like that. He hadn’t expected it to be so… powerful. Like he’d been knocked back by lightning. His limbs were still buzzing.
“Back with me?” Price murmured. His hands, somehow dry, were smoothing over Ghost’s back. The man gave a shaky nod.
“Sir, I…” He couldn’t find the words floating around. He grasped at a shirt and covered his crotch. He didn’t dare look Price in the face. “I’m sorry, sir, I don’t know… what came over me.” Shame rushed through him. Fuck. Fuck. He’d really just gotten a handy from his captain. From Price. God, he was never going to work on the task force again.
“Is that so?” Price asked. Ghost nodded, still staring down at the bed. He took deep breaths to calm himself, but it only pulled more of that delicious scent into his lungs. God, what was wrong with him? Why was his bed such a mess? Was he going to be removed? No, he couldn’t—
“Lad,” Price began, then sighed. “You’re in heat.”
Ghost froze. “I don’t—”
“Get heats? Sure. But you’re nesting, and you just presented to me. We can smell it on you.” Ghost nearly choked. He looked at the assortment of clothes surrounding him blankly. He was grasping at anything to keep him grounded but it was all slipping away.
“Oh God. Captain, I wouldn’t have forced you to… to do that. If I knew...” Ghost covered his face with his arm, shame roiling in his stomach. He wanted to vomit.
“Look at me,” Price said. Ghost turned too quickly, eager to make it up to the alpha. He balled his fists over his lap. He opened his mouth to apologize again but Price just simply raised a hand.
“Simon.” The omega swallowed thickly. “You’re fine. I chose to do it. It was the only thing that would clear your mind.” Ghost blinked, shocked. Yes, now that he thought about it, he could actually focus again. He glanced around the room unsteadily.
“Is this… normal?” he finally asked.
“No.” The blunt answer nearly made him flinch. He shivered as the sweat on his skin cooled. “It’s not. But we’ll take care of you through it.” Price’s hand landed on his shoulder and he leaned into the touch, his cheek against Price’s forearm. He turned and inhaled the smoky scent at his wrists.
Things were starting to make sense. As much as they could in the situation, at least.
“I don’t know what to do,” he admitted. “I’ve never…” He gulped, blush staining his cheeks more red. “That was my first… anything.” Sue him for not exactly figuring out how to fuck when his body couldn’t even decide who he was.
Price looked stunned for a moment before he cleared his throat, adjusting his stance. Ghost felt another wave of arousal wash over him as he saw the sudden tent in the man’s pants. He thought Price would laugh, or at least try not to mention it, but the fact that it turned him on made Ghost dizzy.
“I’ve helped omegas through their heats before. We can get you toys to satiate it—”
“No!” The shout escaped before Ghost could think. “N-no, I… I don’t want toys.” He shuffled closer to Price.
Price inhaled sharply again as Ghost fidgeted in front of him. He stroked his beard for a moment. “Are you sure it isn’t the heat talking?”
Ghost quickly shook his head. “No, no—I feel good. So good. You make me feel better. Always have.” Price reached out and petted his blonde hair, fingers digging in at the base of his scalp to scratch lightly. Ghost felt that rumble in his chest again and coughed, but still no phlegm.
“You’re purring, lad,” Price soothed. “Let it happen.” He stepped to the edge of the bed and pulled Ghost’s face into his stomach, soft under his shirt. Ghost went limp against him, just sucking in lungfuls of his smoky scent. He felt his cock stiffen and slick dripped onto the sheets anew.
“I’ll take that as a sign to get started, hm?” Price murmured. Ghost glanced up at him, eyes dark. That fog was beginning to fall over him again in the vicinity of the alpha. The one he knew would take care of him, give him what he needed.
Price obliged and stripped his clothes off. Ghost pawed at him, picking up each piece as they were discarded and placing them with the rest of the mismatched things on the bed. In the end it was all kicked aside in favor of pressing up against Price’s warm body.
If Ghost had a tail, it’d be wagging in excitement. His hips swayed as he bowed onto the bed. Price smoothed a hand over his back, pressing him into the perfect position to present himself. Ghost whined and squirmed as Price teased at his fluttering cunt.
“Easy, omega,” the man said roughly. “Let me take my time. Take you apart.” His fingers pressed in, quickly soaking to the knuckles with how much slick was dripping out. Ghost wiggled his hips back onto the thick digits. They stroked up against something that made him tremble and gasp, eyes wide and glazed over.
“Gotta loosen you up. Tight little thing. Can’t believe you’re a fuckin’ virgin.” Price pressed deeper, faster. Slick was flying everywhere, soaking the sheets. He used his other hand to stroke himself to full hardness with the excess. Ghost could hear the wet sound of it.
“Please fuck me, alpha,” he whined, slightly muffled by the mattress. He reached back and ran his fingertips over Price’s cock. The knot was already beginning to fill out and Ghost needed it in him yesterday.
“Good boy, begging me so nicely.” Price added a third finger. The stretch only lasted a moment. His body was ready for anything that would fill and breed him, whatever size the knot.
Ghost shook his head. It felt so, so good, but his arousal was only simmering, refusing to peak without the swell of an alpha’s cock inside him. He grabbed at Price’s thighs helplessly.
Finally, the man pulled his fingers out. Ghost glanced over his shoulder to see Price sucking them into his mouth. His dark eyes fluttered shut as he growled and licked his fingers clean. Ghost shuddered at the hunger on his face.
Price tapped his cock against Ghost’s cunt before pressing in, slow and steady. Ghost cried out at the tender stretch. Price was so thick and so deep inside that he was bumping up against something that burned hot and bright, like supernovas going off in his stomach.
“Feel so good,” Price groaned. He clasped his hands around Ghost’s waist, his thumbs stroking along the man’s ass. The tender touch sent ripples up Ghost’s spine, making his cunt clench around Price’s girth. He pressed backwards for more, more, more.
“Yeah, work for it,” Price growled. “Show me how much you want it, boy.” Ghost whimpered. His thighs trembled with the pleasure shooting through him.
Price adjusted his grip and pulled him in by the hips. Ghost’s chest heaved as Price sunk the deepest he’d been yet. It’d just about forced the breath from his chest. And then the real fucking started.
Price held Ghost in place and thrusted into him, sending his ass rippling with the force. Ghost’s toes curled and he moaned brokenly into the sheets.
“Oh, fuck, alpha,” he whined. “So good, yesss…” Price grunted and Ghost could feel a new pressure at his cunt. It slipped in, slowly, and tugged on the way out. It didn’t take long for Ghost to recognize it—it was the beginnings of Price’s knot. The realization made Ghost arch even further, backing so far up that Price could hardly even thrust into him.
“Yeah, gonna breed you,” Price snarled. He planted one of his feet on the bed and pounded into Ghost, his knot still inflating. Then, it was too big to easily fit in anymore. Price’s fingers rubbed along the seam where they were connected and then up to Ghost’s cock. He thumbed under the head furiously until Ghost was caught between thrusting forward or back.
That final time the knot popped in had Ghost freezing in place. All up his spine there was a pleasure he had never felt before. It was like the first moment of a flashbang where everything is white and still and silent. Ghost was floating, lungs seizing, and then it all came crashing down.
Price’s hand and the blankets were soaked in his cum. He was shaking from head to toe as his orgasm swept through him in a devastating rush. His cunt trembled and squeezed until Price was growling and pressing over him.
The alpha came with a low groan. His cum was hot, almost warmer than Ghost’s insides, and filled Ghost to the brim. It made him keen in pleasure. Yes, yes, this is what he was made for. Nothing would ever satisfy him except for that fat knot.
It was a while before Ghost was coherent again. He lifted himself onto shaking arms as Price’s knot held fast. God, it was bloody massive.
“You alright?” Price murmured. He rubbed Ghost’s back while the man caught his breath. He smeared his face in the sheets to wipe the sweat and tears from his eyes. “Tha’s a good lad. Took it all like a champ.” Ghost sighed and let the good hormones swim around him. His alpha was happy with him and he felt so good… what more could an omega want?
There was a sudden thunk behind the door. Ghost jumped, groaning as the movement tugged on the knot still plugging him up.
“Shh, shh, it’s alright,” Price soothed through his teeth. He’d felt the pull on the base of his cock. “It’s just the boys.”
“Wh-what?” Ghost stammered. His heart pounded in his chest. Who had heard them? Would he be in trouble for seducing his captain? Or not taking the proper heat leave? His mind was racing. He’d fucked up. It was done. He was done.
Price stroked Ghost’s cheek.
“Our boys, Simon.”
~
Soap and Gaz were lightheaded from the overpowering scent that flowed from the room. It was sweet, like caramel and whiskey, almost thick enough to pool on their tongues like saliva. They were tripping over themselves to get more of it.
They could hear soft talking through the door. It was too muffled to make out what was being said, but there was an obvious discrepancy between the low timbre of Price’s voice and Ghost’s almost whiny tone. The sergeants had never heard him like that before. Their confident, unwavering lieutenant never begged for anything.
They waited with bated breaths. The moment of silence only made them more anxious for what would come next. The air wafting from beneath the door suddenly soured with the scent of devastated omega.
Soap immediately went for the door handle, bristling with fury. Gaz, despite his own heart tugging in his chest, grabbed him by the collar and held him still.
“Chill out, mate,” he growled. Soap fidgeted under his grip. “Price’s got it.”
Sure enough, the scent subsided and was replaced by what could only be described as intoxicating. That irresistible syrupy smell again, but tenfold. Gaz tried to subtly adjust his trousers.
They could hear the moans now. They were soft and breathy, fitted between loud gasps. Never in his life did Gaz think that Ghost could even make those sounds.
Soap’s forehead was pressed to the door, his breaths coming in sharp puffs. He was squeezing himself through his shorts. Gaz could smell the arousal coming off of him like steam.
Ghost’s voice pitched up and up until suddenly he went silent, but the burst of sweet omega scent from under the door told Soap and Gaz what had happened. It was almost nauseating in its potency.
Soap unzipped his trousers. Gaz watched as he stroked himself, knot already firming up under his fist. From many a late-night conversation, he knew Soap had never been with an omega for their heat and this must be driving him insane.
Gaz leaned over, his hand smoothing across Soap’s chest. His heart was pounding beneath his shirt. They locked eyes and for a moment, their breaths hitched in unison…
There was more soft murmuring from beyond the door. The two alphas locked back onto it, desperate for more from Ghost. They’d take anything: a shift in scent, a moan, the squeak of the bed.
A quiet purring soothed Gaz to his bones. The same went for Soap, who slumped and let his cock fall from his hand. They were shoulder to shoulder now, expressions blank as they tried to imagine what was going on behind the door.
Gaz wanted nothing more than to barge in and at least get the chance to watch. His instincts were itching with it. Soap was faring worse, saliva soaking over his arm where he was biting into it to satisfy what Gaz assumed had to be the ache in his gums.
Ghost’s voice picked up again. He was pleading, begging, moaning, then keening as Price joined in the mix. The bed was creaking in a sharp, unmistakable rhythm, and the skin-on-skin was loud enough to hear through the wall. Soap’s hands curled into fists.
Ghost suddenly screamed. The only way Gaz knew it was of pleasure and not agony was by his scent pouring out like hot caramel. Gaz was shaking too now, heat coiling in his belly. He needed their omega so badly it hurt.
There was a blissful break in the noises. Gaz could only imagine what was going on. Was Ghost on his hands and knees? On his back? How warm was his skin? Did he taste as good as he smelled? As if he was thinking the same thing, Soap opened his mouth to pant.
Through the haze, there was a low, “come on in, sergeants.”
Soap almost broke the door with the force he slammed it open with. Gaz hadn’t even processed the words properly but he stumbled to his feet and followed the other alpha in.
His eyes fluttered at the thick scent of satiated omega. Price was standing at the edge of the bed where Ghost was laid on his side. His leg was splayed over Price’s chest, showing off the red, slick place they were connected. His cock twitched feebly, cum dribbling down his stomach.
He looked gorgeous. He was flushed head to toe and burying his face in the sheets so sweetly. His body was limp and shining with sweat.
Gaz hesitated at the doorway, glancing between Ghost and Price. In the heat of the moment, no pun intended, some alphas could get aggressive quick about their omegas. While he doubted Price would ever snap at his pack, Gaz still submitted to the man.
Price simply nodded at him. Soap’s eyes were wide in astonishment. He stepped towards the bed, fingers running along the walls of the messy nest Ghost had made. The omega peeked up at them and chewed on his lip nervously.
“Captain,” he murmured. Soap paused where he was already getting undressed. “They’re… we can’t ask that of them.”
“And why not?” Price replied. It was a genuine question, Gaz could tell.
“We’re… we’re their superiors. They can’t… they won’t say no,” Ghost said. He shuddered and Price sighed softly. Gaz watched as the alpha’s knot slipped past Ghost’s cunt. It was truly a monster of a thing and must’ve been a challenge for Ghost, even with the copious amounts of slick dripping from it.
Price huffed his amusement. “I see. Well, why don’t we let them do what they want? No words from either of us.” He turned to the two other alphas. “You are free to go if you’d like.”
“Not in a million years,” Soap growled. He shoved the rest of his clothes off. His cock sprung from his briefs hard enough to hit his stomach. Gaz would laugh at the sight if he didn’t just about feel the same.
Ghost made a needy noise as his eyes immediately clung to the thick length. Price fully stepped away, leaving him leaking cum down his thighs.
Soap was immediately there with his tongue. He pulled Ghost’s ass cheeks apart and dove in like a man starved. Ghost jumped like he was shocked, his brows pinching together in ecstasy. Soap moaned hungrily.
Gaz took a second to settle himself. He was feeling antsy too, but a few deep breaths calmed him beyond simply jumping Ghost like he would love to.
Price sat on the bed and leaned back against the headboard, eyelids heavy as he watched the scene in front of him. His cock twitched against his thigh, still half-hard despite knotting an omega not fifteen minutes ago.
Gaz went to join him. The captain had always been so alluring, even before he and Gaz had been a thing. They’d been reluctant to define it, especially with the strange dynamics involving the pack and, of course, protests from the higher ups. But here, in that room drenched with pheromones and reeking of sex, they could be whatever they wanted.
Gaz settled in beside Price’s legs and glanced down at Ghost. The omega was groaning and writhing as Soap ate him out. The wet sounds filled the air.
Gaz petted Ghost’s head gently, lifting the omega’s chin to stare at those glazed over eyes and slack mouth. His cock throbbed at the sight, angry for attention. He shuffled forward and guided Ghost’s lips to the tip. Price hummed softly.
“Gentle,” he warned. “It’ll be his first time.”
Gaz blinked in shock. “You’re joking.”
“Deadly, Kyle.” Gaz’s breath hitched. God had truly smiled upon him to give him Ghost’s first go at a blowjob.
“Yeah? Gonna suck me off good?” he murmured, stroking Ghost’s head. The man nodded and dipped his head down.
The first lick was tentative, shy. Ghost was startled forward by Soap sucking a hickey into his thigh, his nose sliding along Gaz’s length. Gaz tapped it on his face, not unkindly, but the shaky breath he got from it let him know he was doing something right. He reveled in the way Ghost mouthed at it, testing what made Gaz sigh or hiss through his teeth.
Ghost closed his lips around the head and sucked harshly. Gaz grunted, his hips jerking away from the pain.
“Easy,” he murmured. He swiped some of Ghost’s blonde curls behind his ear. “Use some more spit. Give your tongue a try.” Ghost listened so perfectly, flattening Gaz against his tongue and letting saliva pool around it. The next bob of his head was good, so good.
It wasn’t hurried or rushed. He let Ghost take his time, simply enjoying the slow build.
Ghost went a little too deep and gagged. Gaz had never felt anything so warm and tight as Ghost’s throat in that one second. With all the restraint in the world, he pulled out and wiped away the drool from the corner of Ghost’s mouth. The omega drank the attention up so, so sweetly, mewling and fluttering those dewy, pale eyelashes.
At some point, Price had joined Soap, who was now standing behind Ghost with a face soaked with slick. Gaz hadn’t even noticed how the other sergeant was trying to fuck into Ghost, too focused on enjoying the omega’s mouth.
Ghost glanced over his shoulder as Soap’s cock slipped over his ass. Even with that dazed look, his brows scrunched together in unmistakable annoyance.
“Slow, pup,” Price grumbled. Soap shivered, head ducking under the older alpha’s eyes.
“Sorry, L.T.,” he murmured. He put one hand on Ghost’s hip, the other holding his cock steady as he lined himself up. Ghost whimpered, thighs trembling as he arched perfectly to present himself.
“Good omega,” Gaz soothed. “Doing so well for us.” He didn’t encourage Ghost to go back to sucking him off, figuring it’d be too overwhelming for the freshly-ravished omega.
It was a good call. Soap’s sudden urgent thrusts sent Ghost scrambling for something to hold. Gaz settled next to him, stroking himself with one hand and using the other to cradle Ghost’s head.
“Fuckin’ tight as sin,” Soap groaned. “Aye, love, jus’ like tha’.” Price good-naturedly rolled his eyes at Soap’s enthusiasm. Perhaps a young alpha would do well with an older, more experienced omega, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. His boys loved each other in a way that went beyond teammates. They’d make it work.
Gaz couldn’t take his eyes off of the way Ghost was moaning and drooling. The omega was on top of him now, grabbing at his back and burying his face into his sergeant’s shoulder so sweetly.
The word came out broken, just a whisper of a moan. But Gaz’s ears picked it up immediately.
“What was that, sweetheart?” he asked. He lifted Ghost’s head.
“Da-addy…”
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Ghost had no idea where it’d come from. He was overwhelmed by the way Soap was pounding him into the mattress. He felt like he was losing what little was left of his mind. He’d made a mess of Soap’s face with two orgasms alone, and he was gunning for a third as he squirmed on his cock.
It’d slipped out of him. He’d have blushed if he wasn’t already as red as he could be. Only Gaz seemed to have noticed, thankfully. Well, if that smirk meant anything to go by, that wouldn't be true for long…
“Yeah? Daddy making you feel so good?” Gaz said, a little louder than necessary. Soap’s rhythm stuttered as he moaned. Ghost saw Price step closer. A familiar weight slipped into his hand.
He stroked Price’s cock shakily. He couldn’t keep a straight rhythm with the way Soap was trying to fuck him into next week. And Gaz, beautiful, lovely Gaz, held him close and rutted their cocks together.
Soap’s knot had already been popping in and out of his cunt for some time now. He squirmed against it, ready for it, needing it… Soap leaned over his back, forcing it further in, his hands pressing into the mattress on either side of him.
The knot finally forced its way inside him one last time. Ghost gasped as another orgasm slammed into him. A second later, he felt heat slice through his shoulder and his body erupted into ecstasy. Tears streamed down his face and he writhed and moaned, every nerve lit up and sparkling.
In an instant, he knew what had happened. Soap had bit him. Had sunk his canines into his neck and claimed him as a mate. Ghost’s first coherent thought was, finally.
He was being moved, his limbs dangling weakly as he was laid on his back. He hissed as the fresh marking stung against the sweat-soaked sheets. Soap’s knot turned within him, making him shake with overstimulated sobs. His own fangs itched to return the favor, saliva pooling in his mouth.
He didn’t give a moment’s thought when Gaz kneeled next to his head, offering his cock. Ghost nuzzled at his balls and leaned down to put his teeth into Gaz’s thigh. The alpha shuddered and his balls tensed, sending precum spilling onto Ghost’s chin.
Ghost smiled weakly, splayed out on the bed. Yes, this is what he’d been missing. Price leaned up to kiss Gaz. Soap was sucking a hickey onto his throat. He was laid beneath Gaz’s knot, tasting his precum. Scents were blending and dripping with satisfaction.
Covered in bite marks, all four of them, intertwined by blood and venom, and Ghost, finally complete.