Mine.
They were all his, and if anyone was going to take, stand over the rest, dominate and lay a claim this way…
Mine.
And Leon had been waiting for his punishment.
Luka strode forward and gripped Leon’s ass with one hand, held him open and stared. Not a woman. No. But that little puckered hole—he pressed his cock against it and watched Leon open for him until he was all the way inside. The blond made little sounds as he fucked his way in, gasps and then whines and then more gasps, panting around whichever cock was in his mouth.
Luka closed his eyes, gave in to the urge that had moved him, to the burning velvet grip of Leon’s body, and started to fuck him hard.
He felt Leon come under him at the third thrust, then heard him yelping, whining, begging for Luka to wait until one of the brothers fucking his mouth silenced him with cock.
Leon tried to drag himself away, but the more he bucked his hips, twisted and tried to pull away, the better he felt, and Luka held his hips with an iron grip, wouldn’t let him go. It took only a minute for his whines to turn to moans again, for him to settle back against the rhythm of Luka’s thrusts, and when Luka opened his eyes again he saw that Leon had shifted to make room for Dmitri beside him, was focused on Alexandre’s cock while Ares fucked into Dmitri.
There was a whine then, a long, drawn out sound of pleasure that came from deep in the den. It came from Niketas, and was followed by an Alpha howl. Then Leon whimpered, lifted his ass back against Luka’s cock, and Luka turned his attention back to his own pleasure.
Chapter Three
By the time Stelios came back to himself, out of the blood rut and into some semblance of normal awareness, Niketas was so fucked out under him the only sounds he could make were choked gasps. His cries were silent, his eyes wet with tears, but he was still holding on to Stelios’ shoulders, still lifting his hips and trying to clench around Stelios’ cock.
“Niketas. It’s alright, I’ll stop now—” But he shook his head, dragged Stelios’ hand down to his cock and met his stare.
“No. Please, jus’ a li’l more—jus’—”
Stelios only had to stroke him twice before he went tight and shuddered, bucked up and then back down again, his whole body shivering and tense. Then he grinned hazily up at Stelios and went limp, blacked out and blissful.
The Alpha pulled out of him slowly and had a momentary thought for the burned-out torches, before he gave in to his own instinct and lay on one side, pulled Niketas into the curve of his body and kept him there.
Time passed, and Niketas shifted from a blank unconsciousness to real sleep. Stelios was aware of it without being aware of it. The mate bond was already working its magic between them. Now that Niketas was his, Stelios could think back and make sense out of many things that hadn’t made sense at the time.
Niketas’ immediate, eager response to him…his own willingness to keep the omega, the way he’d failed to desire anyone else almost from the moment they’d met. How possessive he’d become, even knowing…what Niketas would have to do. From the beginning, from the first day.
The wolf within him had recognized its mate in those first moments. It had just taken time for his human-self to catch up. And now…
He ran his hands down Niketas back, pulled him just a little bit closer, held him tighter, and smiled when the last bit of tension disappeared from his omega’s body.
A few hours passed, in which Stelios dozed occasionally and Niketas slept the sleep of the dead. Only when the thinnest, faintest glow of dawn came sneaking through the narrow entrance to the chamber did he stir.
A soft murmur drew Stelios’ attention, and he sighed. The omega was waking up, finally. He’d long ago grown impatient, though Stelios knew it was to be expected. Everything he had taken, Niketas had lost…and there was his stamina to be considered, too.
Stelios thought he’d have no problem taking him so many times even without the rite driving him—he was Alpha. But Niketas…Niketas was omega, even if he was now an Alpha’s mate. He would always end up like this afterward.
“Mate.”
Niketas blinked at him, then smiled slowly as he stretched, turned, winced and turned again, then sighed. Stelios bent and licked the raw wound at his throat, but it was half-healed already and Niketas only moaned faintly.
“I want to look at you, mate. Make sure you aren’t hurt anywhere else—don’t think I didn’t see the face you were making just now.”
“I’m stiff, that’s all. Mate. You gonna call me that all the time now?”
“Would you care if I did?”
“No.”
Stelios kissed him swiftly. “That’s what I thought. Roll over for me.” Niketas grumbled, but he complied, turned and lay on his stomach and endured Stelios’ inspection.
Overlapping patterns of finger-shaped bruises were marked on his hips, his buttocks, his thighs. They were yellowing already, and many of them had faded, some already almost gone. Good. He shot his gaze up Niketas’ body, suppressed desire and added darker bruises on Niketas’ wrists to his catalog, as his mate stretched his arms over his head and yawned.
“Satisfied?”
“No, and you knew that before you asked. Up on your knees for me.” Niketas wiggled up, got his knees under him and presented.
Stelios held him open, careful of the bruises, then winced. The omega wasn’t bleeding, wasn’t torn, but the tight pink hole Stelios loved to tease and fuck so much was red and used and swollen. Niketas was still sticky with the come that had leaked out of him.
“Damn it, I knew I was going to hurt you, this is why I didn’t-”
“Mate.” Stelios glared at him, even though it was exactly the right interruption. “Totally worth it, and it doesn’t hurt. Well, a little, maybe, but it’s good pain. Reminds me of having you inside me, how it felt when you fucked me—I love having you inside me.”
He shuddered a little, still on his knees, still spread open, and Stelios watched his hole twitching, red and swollen, yes, but begging for more.
“I love being inside you, but I wish I’d thought this through and brought you home. Now I have to get you back before I can take care of you.”
“You can take care of me right here, we already made a mess out of Luka’s love nest.” He snickered to himself, looked back over his shoulder and met Stelios’ stare with glittering eyes. “Did you hear him? Before he brought us in here? Almost said her name.”
“An—and then “a woman”. Yes, I heard him.”
“How long do you think it’ll take for him to figure it out?”
“I have no idea. Now that you are mine, and I don’t have to worry about his women, I don’t think I care. He can take a hundred years if he wants. Now, I can’t take care of you here, you need a bath and some ointment and aloe at least. Get dressed.”
“Mate…”
“Clothes. I want you home, and in the tub with me, and all the jets on, and then I’m gonna rub you down and see about making sure that tight little hole of yours gets all healed up.”
Niketas blinked at him, biting his lip—damn. That face. Was he trying to get Stelios riled up again? Then he moaned, and Stelios growled…until he realized that he was teasing Niketas’ hole with his thumb, stroking over it, pulling him open just a little.
“Sir.”
“Do you know what you look like right now, Niketas? Used and still begging for more? Yes, I can see it in your eyes, just what you want. Scent of us all over you, scent of me in you—my mate. My mate, never satisfied.”
He leaned forward, and flicked his tongue over Niketas’ hole. Niketas gasped, jerked in his grip, and Stelios did it again.
“Sir!”
“You like that?”
“Sir—I—”
Again, and again, Stelios licked over him, into him, teasing the tender skin of his hole with soft, wet strokes of tongue. The taste of him was both of them, a temptation, but Stelios kept himself to teasing, soothing touches, licks
that weren’t enough to give Niketas what he wanted even when he pressed back into Stelios’ hands, against his tongue.
The Alpha pulled back, licking his lips, and tapped Niketas once. “Enough, now. I want you dressed so I can bring you home.”
Niketas whined, then sighed and flopped back down on the furs, rolled over and reached for his jeans. They were in one piece, but Stelios grinned when Niketas held up the pieces of the shirt he’d been wearing. “Guess I’m as dressed as I’m gonna get for now.”
“It’s enough for me.”
Niketas stood then and really stretched, bent and teased Stelios’ eyes with the way his jeans clung to his ass as he moved. Stelios dragged on his own jeans, then his shirt, scowled at a bloodstain on the sleeve, then shrugged.
It was old blood, but it was still the scent of Niketas. He took a deep breath, then let it out and did it again, trying to restrain the overwhelming urge to throw Niketas down again as the bastard bent and pressed his palms flat against the furs, then slid forward, arching his back.
The omega was doing it on purpose, Stelios knew he was, but the scent of the room and the scent of his blood and the thought of that eager little hole, twitching against his tongue, wanting his cock—
He had to get out of here or he was going to spend another day buried in Niketas’ body, and with no real excuse this time.
“Come with me, you little pain in the ass.”
“I thought you were upset because you were a pain in the—”
“Niketas. Now.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Stelios pulled him along, and Niketas stumbled behind him, out through the narrow passage and into the sunlight pouring into the open front chamber of the den. He stood with a hand over his eyes as Stelios jerked to a stop just inside the entrance.
Luka’s whole pack, Luka included, had been reduced to a writhing, panting mass of flesh. Dmitri was on his knees, his mouth stretched around Luka’s cock, and Ares and Alexandre were fucking Leon, slamming into the blond’s mouth and ass. He was covered in so much come…
Stelios smirked to himself. Didn’t want a man. Right.
But the image, the scents, were getting to him…and to Niketas, apparently. He was panting, rubbing his cock through his jeans, but he wasn’t even looking at the scene in front of him. He was just breathing deep, swaying, eyes almost closed. What was wrong with him? After so long in the dark with Stelios, he couldn’t possibly be wanting so much as that…
Then a pulse of sharp, dark aura moved like static over Stelios’ skin, jerked his gaze up to his brother, and Stelios understood. Between him and Luka there was too much Alpha lust for his omega to resist. And if Luka noticed him—Niketas was his omega, too, and in this mood, Luka would certainly want to take advantage.
Damn. It would come to blood if Stelios tried to stop him. Brand new mate and he was still going to have to share him! Share him, or fight for him—but at least it wasn’t so bad if it was Luka. Just Luka, who he knew would never want Niketas under any other circumstances. Besides which…it was his own damn fault.
His fault for being so impatient, taking Niketas here instead of bringing him home. Not that he’d been thinking of it at the time, but it was still his fault.
Even as he thought it, Luka jerked his head around and stared at them, wolf-eyes in a human face. Stelios squinted, but held his gaze, even though he wondered—was that what he’d looked like taking Niketas?
There was too much wolf in that look, and not enough man. The Alpha in Stelios surged to the forefront, grappling with his brother’s presence. Niketas was his now, and there was only so much he was willing to give, willing to share…or there would be a fight.
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Alpha. Mate… Alpha. Niketas couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. Mate and Alpha. Alpha lust, Alpha want. He shoved his jeans down and went to his knees, ass in the air, waiting, waiting, because one of them—both of them?—had to take him, fill him up. Wasn’t that the point?
He was omega, he was… Yes. He was for Alpha, his Alpha, and his need came out of him in wolf noises, whining and begging that brought both brothers over him.
There was a confrontation of growls, Alpha auras pulsing, fighting, but in this arena, over him, Stelios was now the automatic victor.
It was Stelios who went behind Niketas finally, sank his cock in deep and quick with one perfect stroke, while Luka went on his knees in front of him. The other Alpha sat back on his legs and pulled Niketas’ face down by his hair.
“Suck my cock, suck my cock.” Then Luka groaned, a long growling sound as Niketas dropped his mouth over him and swallowed the whole thing straight down. “Fuck. Jesus—fuck.”
“Trained him good, didn’t I? Didn’t I? Such a mouth on him—”
Niketas moaned as Stelios drove into him harder, then again as Luka tightened a fist in his hair and pulled him down on his cock.
He knew Luka had never wanted a man before, knew what it was making him so aroused if not why Stelios had allowed this. But he could barely think through the haze of scents and auras, the sounds of sex still coming from the rest of the pack even though he couldn’t see them.
It didn’t matter. He had gotten what he wanted, Stelios deep inside him again, stretching him open, intensifying the burn he’d left after their mating with every stroke. It hurt so good he could barely stand it, and then there was Luka’s cock in his mouth. Salt. Luka. The same shape as Stelios, the same throbbing, burning thickness. Cock in my mouth cock in my ass oh fuck oh fuck.
Even while Niketas was choking on it he kept trying to take more in his mouth, and if Luka was anything like his brother, he knew the way he worked his tongue would drive him crazy.
“Fuck.”
He heard Stelios laughing as Luka swore again, watched Luka jerk his eyes up and scowl at him, but Niketas sucked harder and Luka drew in a breath, then said it again.
“Fucking—God, fuck. Suck my cock.”
Niketas complied, and Stelios drove into him harder, shattering the fire scattered across all his nerves into sharp, bright shards. Niketas pulled his head back then, panting, and stared back over his shoulder.
“Please. Sir, wanna come, Sir, please.”
“You can come when you make Luka come, Niketas. Not before.”
“Make…Lu…ka…” He turned his gaze up to Luka’s face, grinned a little, then bent and wrapped his lips over the head of his cock again.
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Luka found himself suddenly almost incapable of breathing. He’d never had anyone suck him like Niketas was sucking him. So quick, so eager, choking on him and then again with that tongue. Fucking God, where had he learned to do that with his tongue?
All over the tip, just under the head, over and down as he started to swallow him up again. Niketas took his cock all the way down then pulled back, sucking, his cheeks hollowed out and his lips tight around the thickness of his cock.
Before he could stop himself, Luka had his hands buried in Niketas’ hair, was fucking his mouth, his throat, matching his brother’s rhythm without even meaning to.
Niketas whined, whimpered and moaned around his cock, fucked back against Stelios and clutched at Luka’s thighs. Luka pulled at his hair again and the omega’s whole body shivered, a quivering line of tension strung between the cock in his ass and the cock in his mouth.
“Like that, huh? You like that.” He pulled again and Niketas jerked, then swallowed his whole cock. “Stelios said you could—fuck. Said you could come when I did—you’re gonna make me come, Niketas. Gonna make me come if you keep that up. Just like that. Fucking perfect mouth, just like that—yeah. Don’t stop. Gonna come, fuck yes.”
Niketas moaned around his cock, taking it, swallowing it all and taking it. Luka fucked into his mouth with his eyes squeezed shut, coming so hard he couldn’t even breathe, and fuck Niketas was still—Goddamn. Tongue. And then he heard Stelios.
“Not gonna come with your Alpha? Thought you wanted to come so bad.”
“Yes. Yes. Wanna come, Sir, wanna come but I wanna—wanna come with you. C’mon. Fill me up, make me come with you. Sir. Mate. Sir, please.”
Luka let out a breath and shoved a hand back through his hair. No, it didn’t matter, he didn’t care. It was a good thing. Niketas was just as much his brother’s as his, maybe more so now that he was Stelios’ mate.
This was right. Yes. He didn’t want Niketas, anyway, never had, though…that mouth. Lucky bastard, his brother was.
His head was starting to clear, and he turned and looked at the rest of his pack. Alexandre was fucking Leon, and Leon was fucking Dimitri, and Dimitri was moaning faintly around Ares’ cock. Christ. What a mess.
He should’ve known better than to let Stelios do what he wanted. It always caused trouble, every Goddamn time. Oh, well. Too late now. And maybe Leon would be less of a bastard now that he’d been stuffed full of cock. If nothing else, it was one more way to shut him up, even if he would enjoy it.
Luka paused in his search for his jeans then, as a thought came to him.
Why couldn’t he just have done that for Niketas? It hadn’t even occurred to him, not even as an option, when it maybe should have been the first thing he’d considered. After all, he didn’t want men, but he had no aversion to anyone who was willing to go to their knees for him and take his cock. Maybe it was just because Niketas had wanted it too much, and nothing else.
Maybe it was because if he had, Niketas would have gone sweet on him just like he had on Stelios—except Stelios had gone sweet right back, and Luka wouldn’t have.
He turned and looked back at them, still wrapped up in each other. Mates, now. Yeah. This was much better. Niketas would never have gotten what he needed from him.
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