Bound: Mason's Alphas

by D. J. Heart

  He’d never felt so ready for anything.

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  Chris freed his cock from his underwear, grunting as it sprang free and came to rest on the omega’s back.

  He couldn’t remember ever being this hard. His knot throbbed, and his balls felt full to bursting.

  It actually hurt.

  “Gonna knot you so hard,” he growled, a distant part of him cringing at the words. He tried to tell himself that Mason wasn’t fighting him—wasn’t resisting—but he knew in the deepest parts of himself that that didn’t make what he was doing okay. Mason was in a locked room, held against his will, and completely at Chris’s mercy. If he fought back he had every reason to expect punishment, and then to be fucked anyway. It made sense, in a tragic kind of way, that he’d cooperate and try to make things as easy for himself as he could.

  “Please, alpha,” Mason moaned, pushing his ass up.

  And that’s when Chris knew that he was a bad person. Looking down at the omega beneath him, his hair matted with sweat and his eyes unfocused, it was clear that the boy was in heat. Chris had accomplished Marlow’s goal, and he hadn’t had to use his knot.

  But he wanted to.

  With Mason writhing and moaning beneath him, driven into heat by him, Chris couldn’t make himself stop what he was doing. He pushed his cock down, sliding it back and forth between Mason’s cheeks, reaching down and ripping his pants open to expose his leaking hole.

  The smell was amazing, and for a few minutes Chris lost himself in his instincts. He growled and pressed his body into Mason’s, frotting against him, licking, biting, and sniffing his neck and throat until it smelled and tasted like his.

  “Please, alpha,” Mason groaned, pushing his ass up and grinding it into Chris’s cock. Chris shuddered, lifting his hips and aiming his cock at the welcoming hole, sliding inside with none of the prep or gentleness he’d promised.

  He fucked into Mason’s hole with a single, brutal thrust, and Mason moaned. Buried to the hilt, covering Mason’s smaller body completely, Chris forced himself to wait a few seconds before pulling out and pounding back in.

  In the end it was Mason that drove him to continue. The omega wriggled his ass, trying to make Chris’s cock go deeper, and Chris couldn’t hold back. His hips lifted of their own accord, and when he drove his cock into Mason’s body, it was brutal.

  “Take it,” he growled, the words surprising him. He’d had sex with plenty of omegas over the years, but it had never been like this—and Chris had certainly never spoken to any of them like this.

  The feeling of owning the boy beneath him was as disturbing as it was intoxicating.

  Sweating, jeans pushed down around his ankles, Chris drilled his cock into Mason’s hole. The sound of flesh hitting flesh filled the room, punctuated by gasps and groans and the occasional whimper.

  Chris curled his arm around Mason’s throat, burying his face in the omega’s neck as he luxuriated in the feeling of his hot, tight hole gripping his cock. Each time he buried his knot, the need to come got more intense. Chris knew that locking inside Mason would feel like heaven.

  “Take my knot,” he growled, right on the edge, his balls pulled up tight and ready to shoot. Mason clawed the sheets, mumbling incoherently and pushing his ass up to meet each of Chris’s thrusts.

  Chris was surprised when Mason came. The omega suddenly tensed, his hole clenching down on Chris’s knot, his whole body shuddering as the orgasm ripped through him.

  Chris sped up his thrusts, fucking Mason harder and harder until his cock erupted. Arching his back, pushing down on Mason’s shoulders and tensing up his whole body, Chris was unprepared for the violence of his orgasm. It felt like something had reached and ripped his release out of him.

  Knot swelling fast, Chris dropped down on Mason’s body and closed his eyes. His knot kept on swelling, Mason’s hole milking his cock with long, slow contractions.

  It felt just as good as he’d expected. Pushing his arm down under Mason’s chest, Chris rolled over onto his side and held Mason close against his chest. The bed was narrow, and rolling over had put Chris dangerously close to the edge. He shuffled forward, resting his head on the itchy polyester pillow as he felt Mason’s heart beating beneath his hand.

  It was rabbit-fast, and as Chris’s mind started to clear it began to sink in just what he had done. He wondered, feeling guilty and nauseated, what his little brother’s first time had been like—if the alpha who fucked him had thought it was okay because he was in heat and acting like he wanted it.

  Suddenly, Chris couldn’t wait for his knot to go down so that he could get away. The idea of facing Mason—of talking to him in the brief time after getting fucked when his heat would be sated—scared the shit out of him.

  “Are you okay?” he asked after a while, needing to know. He’d promised to make it good for the boy, and if he’d broken that promise—if Mason was in pain—he would feel even worse than he did.

  “Think so…” Mason mumbled. He still sounded heat-drunk. “You’re so warm.” He pulled Chris’s arm farther down over his chest, using it almost like a blanket. Without thinking about it, Chris moved his body so that he was half lying on top of Mason.

  The intimacy of the position made Chris’s stomach feel weird.

  Holding Mason tight, feeling trusted in a way he didn’t deserve to be, Chris wondered why none of his plans had ever included helping any of the omegas in the brothel. He’d been singularly focused on getting revenge, and though the fallout of his plan might be that life got better for the omegas at the Rover brothel, it wasn’t likely.

  Chris wasn’t stupid. He knew that once he killed the person who owned Rover—along with everyone else on his list—the omegas at the brothel wouldn’t be free. Rover’s competitors would swoop in like vultures, taking the omegas before social services even knew about their existence.

  Why had that never bothered him? Now that he thought about it, James would care far more about his fellow omegas than he would about holding an alpha responsible.

  Chris took a deep breath. He wouldn’t give up his plan for revenge—he couldn’t—but he’d find a way to help the omegas, too. Emily was already focused on exposing the corruption that allowed the omega trade to flourish, and her end goal was to abolish the trade completely. If there was anything Chris could do to help her, he decided, he would.

  Feeling marginally better, Chris closed his eyes and waited for his knot to shrink. Mason clamped down on his knot, and Chris shuddered as another burst of come shot out of his dick.

  It felt amazing, and Chris couldn’t help but groan.

  This wasn’t right. Chris opened his eyes, adrenaline making his heart race. His knot should have gone down by now.

  Chris gently pulled his hips back, wondering if his mind was playing tricks on him, but he was still firmly lodged inside Mason’s ass.

  He pulled a little harder, a feeling of unreality settling over him, but all that did was make Mason cry out in pain.

  “Stop it!” Mason whined, pushing his ass back so that Chris’s knot wasn’t tugging on his rim.

  Chris didn’t know what to do. He was bonding with Mason, and he had no idea how to stop it.

  He was so fucked.

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  Chapter 13

  Mason squeezed down on the knot in his ass, making Chris hiss, wondering if it had been in there as long as he thought or if his mind was just heat-addled.

  He started counting in his head, making sure to go slow, and when he reached two hundred and forty he knew that he wasn’t just imagining things. An alpha’s knot could stay inflated anywhere from sixty seconds to five minutes in an omega they weren’t bonded to, and Chris was way past that.

  Mason’s plan had worked. Lying there, cuddled by a muscular beast of an alpha, knotted so full it felt like he was going to explode, Mason waited for the other shoe to drop.

  He couldn’t possibly be this lucky.

  “You’re still in me,” he said after ano
ther few minutes had passed. It was impossible at this point that Chris didn’t know what was happening between them, and Mason was curious how he was going to react.

  No one fucked an omega at a brothel with the expectation that a mating bond would form.

  “Hold on, I need to move us a little,” Chris said, not commenting on the fact that they were still tied together. Mason winced as Chris rolled around, the huge knot tugging on his rim as the alpha sat down on the edge of the bed and held Mason against his chest.

  Sitting on Chris’s huge knot, looking out at the room where he’d been held prisoner for the last week, it felt almost like he was dreaming. Chris reached down and pulled his jeans up to his hips, and Mason cried out as he rose to his feet and pulled them up the rest of the way.

  Mason’s legs dangled in the air, his body held up by Chris’s arm across his chest and under his arms and the knot stuck in his hole. Chris walked over to the bed next to them where his leather jacket lay, sitting down next to it and reaching into the pocket to pull out a phone.

  Mason leaned back against Chris’s naked chest, hoping he wouldn’t move again. There wasn’t an omega in the world who liked being jostled when they had a knot plugging up their hole. Being knotted was a time for lying still and being cuddled, not walking around.

  Chris unlocked his phone and scrolled through his contacts, hitting dial and bringing the phone to his ear. Mason listened to it ring three times, and then a man answered.

  “Hello?” The voice undeniably belonged to an alpha.

  “Marlow…” Chris said, trailing off like he didn’t know what to say.

  “Chris, what can I do for you? Are you done breaking in the omega?”

  Mason frowned at the term. Breaking him in? Did Chris do this often? Mason knew that some alphas had a thing for virgins, and he guessed that even in a brothel the first time might be considered special. Had Chris paid extra to be his first?

  The thought made Mason feel queasy.

  “I’m still tied with him,” Chris said, a note of angry accusation in his voice. Mason hunched his shoulders, the reaction involuntary. So Chris definitively wasn’t happy about this. That was okay. Mason hadn’t expected him to be.

  “What do you mean?” the man on the other end of the line asked.

  “I mean that my knot has been buried in his hole for fifteen minutes and I’m still fucking coming!” Chris growled, his voice getting louder as the sentence went on.

  “You’re... bonding with him?” the alpha sounded incredulous.

  Mason felt weird at hearing the words spoken aloud, especially by a stranger. Then again, Chris was a stranger too.

  “Yes!” Chris growled. Mason hunched his shoulders further, pulling his back away from Chris’s chest. Chris made a frustrated sound in the back of his throat, pushing Mason back against his chest and holding him in place with a hand over his collarbone.

  Mason’s breath caught.

  “What do I do?” Chris asked, sounding calmer.

  “I don’t… hold on, are you still in the dorm?”

  “Yes.”

  “Okay, just sit tight. I’ll get Dr. Bisol to come have a look. I’m sorry about this. I really don’t know what could have happened.”

  Mason knew what had happened. It felt good to have pulled one over on the assholes who ran this place.

  He hoped word got out and their reputation suffered brutally.

  Chris hung up the phone and let it drop down on top of his jacket, an uncomfortable silence filling the room. Mason’s heat was receding, and though he could feel a mellow sort of contentment settling over him, he was too aware of how fucked up the situation was to really calm down.

  “Are you comfortable?” Chris asked after a while. He had both arms around Mason’s waist, his chin resting on top of Mason’s head.

  “I’m fine,” Mason said. He closed his eyes, wondering what would happen now. Chris was his alpha. He’d live with him the rest of his life.

  Would Chris let him go back to school? Mason only had a year left, but medical school was expensive. Would Chris help him pay for it, or would he be expected to stay home like a traditional omega?

  There were so many uncertainties in Mason’s future, and for a second he was overwhelmed. He forced himself to calm down. At least he had a future. Even being a traditional omega to an overbearing chauvinist pig would be better than spending the rest of his life in a brothel.

  “You’re my alpha,” Mason said, needing the words to be out there. Chris tensed up, and Mason waited for him to say something.

  “I am. We’re bonding.”

  He didn’t sound happy about it.

  “I didn’t think it would happen this soon,” Mason said. He decided that he would play dumb about his anti-bonding implant for as long as he could.

  “What?” Chris sounded confused.

  “Bonding. I didn’t think I would bond on the first time. The doctor made it seem like it could take a while.”

  “The doctor said you would bond?” Chris sounded even more confused.

  “Yes. Isn’t that why you came here, to bond with an omega?”

  Mason didn’t know where he was going with this. A part of him just wanted to make Chris feel guilty. They were bonded now, and his protective instincts should be setting in. He deserved to have them used against him.

  A bigger part of him just wanted to pretend that their beginning was better than it was. If he could get Chris on board with the fiction, maybe they could build on that false foundation until they had something real.

  “I…” Chris trailed off, not replying.

  A few seconds later the door opened and John and Dr. Bisol were walking into the room.

  “Get the fuck out!” Chris growled, sounding scary as fuck. Mason held his breath, his heart rate through the roof, as Chris leaned forward and tucked him under his body.

  John practically ran out of the room while Dr. Bisol stood frozen. She stared at them, and Mason wished he could crow to her about how he’d beaten her.

  “I bonded,” he said, Chris calming down behind him. “On the first go!”

  Dr. Bisol looked green.

  “Can you explain this?” Chris asked. His voice was low and dangerous, and Mason suddenly appreciated how much effort Chris had obviously gone to in being mellow to him. If the alpha had spoken to him with this voice when he first came into the room, Mason would have curled up into a little ball and cried he would have been so scared.

  “Let me just…” Dr. Bisol moved forward. “May I examine his arm?”

  She hung back, and Chris took several seconds before grunting out his assent.

  Neither of them asked Mason, and if Chris’s angry aggression hadn’t been so scary he would have been upset about that.

  Dr. Bisol reached out and felt Mason’s arm, feeling over the place where his anti-bonding implant should be. As she squeezed down, looking for it, Mason let out a cry of pain that was entirely faked.

  Chris roared, shoving the doctor away and sending her careening to the floor.

  Dr. Bisol pushed herself up, her mouth pressed in a tight line, and stepped away. She didn’t try to approach again.

  “This looks like a standard bonding. There’s nothing that can be done.” The words were final, her voice a little wobbly. She took a breath and crossed her arms. “If you’d like me to examine him further to find out how this happened, please bring him by my office in a few days. Goodbye.”

  Mason watched her go, glad to be rid of her. If he never saw her again it would be too soon.

  Chris was breathing heavily, his grip on Mason tight and possessive.

  “Are you mad?” Mason asked when the silence stretched on. He twisted his head and craned his neck, looking up at Chris’s face. The expression he found there wasn’t happy exactly, but when he looked down at Mason he certainly didn’t seem mad.

  “I just didn’t expect to bond tonight. I’m not sure I’ll be… good, at having an omega.”

  “You se
em pretty nice,” Mason said. He wasn’t lying. Chris hadn’t been aggressive or cruel to him, and Mason’s only real complaint was that Chris had visited an omega house in the first place.

  Chris snorted, and Mason wondered if he really thought he’d be that bad of an alpha. He couldn’t think he’d be worse than staying at the brothel, could he?

  “I’m not nice,” Chris said. He sounded very sure. “But we’re stuck together. Let’s try to make the best of it.”

  That was a plan Mason could get behind.

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