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The night is quiet, just the rustle of leaves and the soft sounds of crickets as he runs through the trees, trying his best to make as little noise as possible. It’s been about ten minutes since he left his pursuers, seven since he last heard any footsteps other than his own, but he can’t stop now. His scent is strong without patches to hide it, and the familiar fever burning throughout his body, as well as the fog building in his head, tells him his heat will be hitting full force any moment now. They’ll be able to smell him for miles, and he can’t give in too easy- there’s too much at stake.

He's the reason they’re out here, anyway.

The catalyst happened nearly a month ago. He’d been out with the team, decompressing at a pub after a long mission when the topic of his nearing heat leave came up. Simon is far from ashamed of his designation, in fact, he’s proud of it. Despite being the worthless Omega his father always saw him as, he’s become a SAS lieutenant, not to mention one of the most deadly operators in the world on top of being part of a highly specialized task force. He’s made a name for himself while being an out and proud Omega. His team doesn’t care about it, never letting pack dynamics interfere with the job, and he’s respected by the other soldiers he works with. Needless to say, discussing heat leave was not a big deal to him or them.

What was, apparently, a big deal was the drunken confession that accompanied the conversation.

He’s regularly let them know when he’d be holing up in one of the base heat rooms, but this time he shared more than usual. Maybe it was the relaxed atmosphere. Maybe it was how much closer they’ve all gotten, earning his total and complete trust. Maybe it’s because the scent of the four attractive, unattainable Alphas he’d been pining for, along with the three bourbons he’d had- not including the one he was currently working on- was scrambling his brain. Nevertheless, Simon decided to bemoan the fact that he’d be spending yet another long, miserable, unsatisfying heat alone again. That was nothing new. He’d spent every single one since he presented alone, as well as all the time in between. Simon Riley was a virgin, and intoxicated him decided the others should know that.

He doesn’t remember much more of the night, two more glasses and one beer leaving him with swirls of colors and a hell of a hangover to look back on, but what he confessed set a series of unimaginable events in motion.

Things changed immediately. At first he didn’t notice, the team getting on as good as ever, but little things here and there prodded at the back of his mind. For one, he stopped needing to make his morning cuppa, a warm mug with his usual splash of cream and too much sugar waiting for him every day. He didn’t think anything of it, glad to have one less thing to worry about in his groggy state.

Then he was finding this kit ready to go for every mission. Anytime he went to clean his guns or knives in preparation, he’d find them in top shape, despite not having oiled them in a while. His vest was also cleaned as near pristine as the old thing could be. This is when his instincts started kicking in. Something was off, but the realization didn’t tickle at his paranoia- it was exciting for some reason, though it took an embarrassingly long time for him to figure out why.

Until then, he also noticed other odd things happening. His drawer of- what he thought were secret- snacks in his desk never ran out. He also never seemed to run out of cigarettes, even with Soap bumming off him all the time. Finally, after the third time his freshly done laundry smelled of a familiar heady spice, he put it together-

He was being courted, and by the different scents clinging to each gift he’d received, he had more than one suitor.

The first emotion that bubbled up with the realization was annoyance. How the fuck had he not realized? What kind of special operative was he that he couldn’t put two and two together?

The second, more delayed emotion, was excitement. His entire team was courting him. He could smell the familiar notes of Soap, Price, Gaz, and Roach on his personal items, and it explained why they’d suddenly become more tactile. They had been before, but the touches were more friendly than suggestive- some pack scenting, fist bumps, shoulder bumps, all kinds of bumps really. Now though? Looking back on the last few weeks he remembers bodies pressed against his, soaking in his warmth and leaving their scent behind, still muted from their patches. He recalls hands on his hips or the small of his back as they brushed past him, and even each of the Alphas falling asleep on his shoulder at one point or another.

Simon had assumed his own feelings toward them were, if not completely unreciprocated, then not strong enough to be acted on. He wants a mate, not just some meaningless fun, which is what he assumed they all wanted. Once he realized they truly wanted him though? He was ready to dive head first into it.

After he had his fun.

Simon is not unmated and untouched because he’s undesirable. Quite the opposite actually. He’s had no shortage of Alphas, Betas, and even other Omegas vying for his attention. His issue is, he’s particular. He knows what he brings to the table and he won’t settle for just anyone. All of his teammates though? He doesn’t intend to just humor their advances or have a wild night with them. He plans on ending this courtship with four new mates and their marks on his neck to match.

But they have to work for it.

So he starts up a game of his own. He’s pretty sure the others are competing for his affection. Not for one of them to be the sole winner, of course- he knows they all help each other through their ruts and have some fun in between too- but to be the one to take his virginity. He’s never participated in their fun solely because he refuses to be touched by anyone who isn’t good enough to mate him. Now that he knows they intend to, the fun can officially begin, and he’ll abide by whatever rules they’ve set up for themselves- as long as they coincide with his plans.

This last week he’s done everything he can to make their instincts run wild. He’s stopped wearing his patches, enjoying the way their pupils dilated the first time they smelled him properly. Roach had looked like he was seconds away from pushing him down and ravaging him right there in the rec room the first morning. Simon told them with his upcoming heat, the patches were irritating him and since he had no duties leading up, he figured it’d be fine as long as he keeps some distance from others on base. Cue his meals being brought to him morning, noon, and night- almost like they didn’t want anyone else smelling him. The piss poor excuse for food the mess serves never tasted so good.

He also started touching and scenting them more, again blaming his upcoming heat. He enjoyed each shiver and bitten back whine he got as he rubbed his cheeks on their throats or leaned against them when he plopped down onto the couch. He could smell their muted scents spike, and even noticed the way they shifted to hide their tightening trousers.

His last bid to seal the deal happened tonight. This one was easy, just requiring four handwritten notes- subsequently drenched in his scent when he rubbed them against his glands and smeared a bit of his slick next to his initials- and a lock pick. He’s waited at the edge of the woods a ten minute walk away from the barracks since, keeping an eye out for shadows approaching. He knew they’d come. There’s no doubt that all the build up would drive them to accept his offer and finally take the Omega that had, until now, not confronted them about their intentions.

He noticed the four silhouettes when they were still far enough away to not spot him, hidden in the tree line as he was. It was dark out, most everyone on base in their dorms for curfew. No one out this far to hear or see what is sure to be a night to remember. They walk with purpose, certainly eager to find the Omega they’ve been pursuing for so long and finally seal the bond they’ve been building. He isn’t going to make it easy and they have to know that from the simple message he left them, along with a leaf, also doused in his scent:

Catch me if you can.

Finding where he intended to start the chase was easy for them too as he left a scent trail for them to follow. He wonders if anyone else noticed it. If they were tempted to find what sweet prize lay in wait at the end of it, but decided against it. Doesn’t really matter. He only has eyes for the four Alphas drawing nearer.

Once they’re close enough for him to smell the fact that they’ve also forgone their patches, Simon deems the hunt ready to begin. They haven’t noticed them yet, but the moment he pulls his slick drenched hand out of his pants, and smears the mess on the trunk of the tree he’s been hiding from the moonlight under, all four shadows freeze in their tracks.

He waits with bated breath. Then, the sound of four ravenous snarls curls the heat in his stomach, and he’s off, tearing through the trees. He has a decent head start and he's quick on his feet, allowing him to put quite a bit of distance between them right off the bat. As he runs, he lets the thrill course through his veins, reveling in the way the wind of his speed flows through his hair, the way his blood pumps molten and electric. He swears he can feel the hot breath of his Alphas on his nape, his Omega yearning to stop running and submit to them.

Not yet.

It will be so much better if he makes them work for it, visions of his ravenous future mates finally catching him and taking what’s theirs flashing in his mind’s eye. He continues running, hurtling over fallen logs and ducking beneath low branches. Every once in a while, he’ll take a sharp turn, changing direction. He has no destination in mind, so there’s no way for them to predict his movements. All he has to lead him is the instinct to make his suitors prove their worth to him.

Minutes fly by, the heat in his belly starting to cramp as he continues fleeing. He’d timed this perfectly, pushing his check in for his heat rooms back until tomorrow so he could do this the proper way- or rather, the Old Way.

Mating runs are a thing of the past, though traditionalists still engage in the ritual. Simon always knew he’d choose it. He’s an Omega unlike any other, and if anyone thought they were good enough to take him as their own, he intended to test their worth. He knew his teammates would be up to the challenge. There was never any doubt that they are worthy of him, but he’s anxious to see who will come out on top. Whoever catches him first will win the honor of giving him his first knot, as well as his first bite. He can’t fucking wait to see who it is, though he has his own idea of who it will be.

The snap of a twig sounds about 5 meters behind his right flank. His heart leaps and, despite his growing exhaustion, he picks up speed. More slick oozes out of him in anticipation, his pants sticking uncomfortably to him, but he ignores it, even as his Omega whines for the Alpha closing in on him.

The familiar scent of pine and tobacco fills his nostrils before a heavy weight hits against his back and he’s sent sprawling. He gasps when he hits the ground, wind knocked out of him, but he doesn’t have time to recover. He turns, managing to get his arms out to brace against the solid body that lands on him, but only just. A large hand wraps around his wrist and he struggles against its hold, only to find smooth, red rope tied neatly around it. They’ve come prepared.

Simon rears his other hand back, aiming a punch at the Alpha’s jaw, but misses when he jerks his head sideways at the last moment.

“Feisty,” the Alpha’s deep voice chuckles. Simon bares his small fangs, lips curled in more of a smile than a sneer. Still, he keeps fighting, until he’s flipped over onto his stomach, his bound wrist wrenched back painfully.

“Down,” that same rough voice commands and, paired with the tight grip suddenly on his nape, Simon sags into the dirt, defiance drained out of him in an instant.

“Good boy,” the Alpha hums, sending a shiver down his spine and more slick spilling into his ruined pants. His other hand is pulled back to join the first, gentler this time, and soon he is bound wrist to wrist, laying facedown on the forest floor.

There’s the rustle of fabric behind him before another rope is laid across his back. He shifts to resist, but that strong hand landing back on his nape, along with the sudden burst of Alpha scent his captor releases, causes his body to grow heavy and lax.

“Just lay there, little Omega,” his Alpha purrs. “Gonna give you exactly what you need. Just wanna get you all dolled up first”.

He hears the slide of a blade from its sheath before the telltale sound of fabric giving way to its sharp glide. His shirt falls away in tatters, his trousers and pants luckily spared as they’re pulled off. Then he’s knelt up, facing the victor. Bright blue eyes shine at him, pupils blown from the darkness and the thrill of the chase. He licks his lips, gaze heavy and hungry for what’s to come. His hunch was right. He knew he’d win.

He sits still as crimson rope is wound around him, further securing his arms behind his back and framing his plush chest. The rope is then ran down his stomach to his thighs, where it’s pulled to pry his legs apart. His Alpha then stands, looking down at him greedily, chest heaving. Before either of them can react, the tense silence is broken by the crash of underbrush and three heavy footsteps joining them.

“Fuck. Too late”.

Gaz, Roach, and Soap throw envious looks at Price, who’s standing proud above Simon, before raking over his new adornments with glee.

“Well, gents, looks like I get first go at our little Omega here,” Price preens, grinning at their dismay. “Oh, come now. Just think of it as me gettin’ him nice and loose for you. He was so sweet to do this during his heat. We’ve got plenty of time for all of us to get our fill”.

The other three Alphas hum in agreement, gesturing for him to continue as they settle on the mossy ground, backs resting on a large, overturned log. Price turns back to Simon, who returns his gaze with unfettered excitement.

“So, you caught onto our little competition,” he muses, reaching down to hook a finger under his chin. Simon grins, baring his throat, drinking in the way Price’s pupils dilate further and the three sergeants groan as his scent pours out.

“You weren’t exactly subtle,” he replies. “And I was more than happy to give you what you wanted. Of course, I had to make sure you were good enough. Glad to see you are”.

Price chuckles, thumb coming up to brush against Simon’s bottom lip. The Omega sighs, tongue peeking out to lick across the pad of it.

“I hope you know what you’ve gotten yourself into,” Price says, voice smooth and rich as honey. “We’re not gonna go easy on you. We’ve waited too long to have you like this, sweetheart”.

“So have I,” Simon admits. “Didn’t think I’d ever get here”.

“Could’ve had us a long time ago,” Roach says. Simon looks over, finding him flushed, his trousers tight around his impressive bulge that he’s palming through the fabric. He bites his lip, squirming as his cunt clenches and his cock throbs. He wants them all so bad. His heat has begun to really set in, and if he doesn’t get a knot in him soon, he's gonna make it their problem.

“I’m glad you waited,” Price says, drawing his attention back to him. “Havin’ you like this, desperate and feral for our cocks, is a fuckin’ dream come true”.

Simon chuckles.

“Then what are you waitin’ for?” he urges. “Claim your prize. Give me your knot, Alpha”.

A low, rumble sounds deep in Price’s chest, and he leans forward, licking a hot, wet stripe over Simon’s scent gland. The Omega whines, trying to push into the contact, nearly falling over when Price withdraws.

“There’s no goin’ back after this,” Price warns him, face stern, eyes blazing. “If you aren’t sure, speak up now. Otherwise you end the night with four bloody marks on that pretty neck of yours”.

Simon smiles, sucking in another lungful of his intoxicating scent before gazing up at him through his thick, pale lashes.

“Mate me, Alpha”.

Price lets out a strained growl, standing straight and peering down at him, arms crossed.

“I’m gonna take my time with you later,” he purrs, looking him over in a way that has the heat in his body flaming white hot. “Gonna drink that sweet slick down and make you come until you’re beggin’ to stop. But not now. Now, I’m gonna knot that tight, virgin cunt of yours, Simon. Gonna make you mine. Then the others are gonna do the same. You just be a good, little Omega for us, and we’ll make sure you’re fucked nice and full. Can you do that?”.

Simon nods, his stomach now clenching painfully with need. He needs them. Needs to be fucked and knotted and marked. Needs to be filled with their cum and stretched from their thick cocks. Needs to finally know what it’s like to belong to someone. He needs his mates.

An urge hits him, one he’s never felt before and is powerless to fight. Shuffling around as best he can with the rope constraining him, he turns until his back is to his Alphas. Then, he slowly lowers himself forward, falling the last bit onto the soft ground below him. His bound chest and knees hold his weight as he arches his back into a perfect presenting pose, his arms held tightly together from his wrists to his elbows behind him. His thighs are pulled so far apart, he can feel the cool night air on his hot, wet cunt and throbbing cock, the chill zipping down his spine. He’s on full display, and by the chuffs and groans from behind him, his soon-to-be mates love it.

“Please,” he whispers, clenching his hole in invitation. “Fuck me, Alpha”.

Price snarls before Simon feels two large hands on the globes of his arse, pulling them apart to further expose him. He yelps as something warm and wet travels from the base of his small cock, through his folds, and dips into his cunt. From the groan and smack of lips, he can only assume it was Price’s tongue.

“Fuck, I knew you’d taste good,” he moans. “Knew it the second I smelled your slick on that note. For a sweet, little virgin, you sure are a minx, aren’t you? Bet you've been dreamin’ of this, hm? Thought of us on each of those long, lonely heats? Bet you came on your fingers to the thought of our thick knots splittin’ you open, didn’t you?”.

As he talks, his hands travel down, his thumbs now spreading Simon’s sticky lips apart. The Omega shudders, nodding along with every correct guess.

“Yes,” he chokes, body shaking with how desperate he is.

Price’s fingers are so close. Just a little slip and they’ll be inside him. Someone else will touch him there for the first time. He tries to shift, but Price tightens his hold, stopping his already limited range of motion. He lets out a pathetic whimper, his cunt leaking so much slick, it’s running down his shaft and mixing with the pre dripping onto the ground between his legs.

“Please,” he begs, straining against his bindings. “I need you. I need your knot. I can’t take it anymore. Please touch me, Alpha. Please”.

Price hums, those tantalizing thumbs rubbing circles into his swollen lips, but still not dipping in. Simon sobs out more pleas, wishing he could fuck himself backward, but he can’t move and, despite his frustration, there’s something so incredibly hot about that fact. He has no power here. Despite his stature and training, he can’t fight against his Alpha’s total control. It’s exhilarating, knowing he’s completely helpless, but also in the hands of someone he trusts with his very life.

They truly are his perfect mates.

The fight leaves him, body sagging so his hips are high in the air, chest resting heavily on the leaves and moss below. The moment he relaxes, Price chuckles approvingly.

“There he is,” he coos, thumbs sliding closer to his core. “Was waitin’ for you to let go. You don’t need to fight anymore, Omega. Your body knows what it needs, love. Let your Alphas give it what it wants”.

Simon nods, leaves rustling with the motion. Yeah, that sounds good. Thinking is too hard now as his fever grows, his body aching for a relief he’s never had. He doesn’t need to worry, not when he has his mates to take care of him. He doesn’t need to be Ghost, or a lieutenant, or even Simon. He just needs to be their good Omega and hold their knots like he’s supposed to.

“That’s right,” Price hums. “Just relax. Gonna loosen you up a bit, yeah? Shouldn’t take long. You’re leakin’ like a faucet”.

Finally, he feels a prod at his sopping hole as Price eases a thick finger into him. Simon moans, clenching around it, his cunt trying to pull more in.

“Easy, sweetheart,” Price chuckles, free hand smoothing over his arse. “Just let me in. Let me feel how wet you are. Fuckin’ smell incredible. Gi’us more of your sweet slick, love. Get yourself ready to take my cock”.

His words help him obey. He can feel the way he grows wetter and wetter as Price moves his finger in and out of him. His cunt is drooling all over his hand, the wet squelch so loud in the quiet forest. It only grows louder when Price adds another, scissoring them as he continues stretching him. They’re thicker than his own, and Simon finds himself growing more and more eager to be fucked full of his cock and cum.

“Listen to you sing,” Price sighs, adding another finger. “Just a few fingers and you sound like this? Can’t wait to hear you when you take me. Bet they’ll be able to hear you back at the barracks. That what you want? You want everyone on base to know who you belong to?”.

Simon’s affirmation is cut off by a fourth finger sliding into him and a quick curl down into his sweet spot. He cries out, rolling his hips as best he can, unable to fuck himself backward into the electrifying touch.

“That’s right, let me hear it,” Price growls. “Let me hear how good you feel. First person to ever touch you and you’re losin’ your mind on a few fingers? Gonna be such a good cocksleeve, aren’t you, Simon? Tight and wet and desperate. Fuck, I can’t wait. You ready, sweetheart? Tell me you’re ready. Need to feel you wrapped around me. Need to feel you milkin’ my fat knot”.

Simon sobs, wanting to tell him yes, he’s so fuckin’ ready, but the pleasure is too much. His spine is locked in that sharp arch, brain melting away as Price continues targeting his gummy center. It’s better than his own fingers. Better than any toy he’s ever had. Price reaches places he never could. He can feel his peak mounting, heat licking up his spine, belly tightening. He keeps circling his hips, his eyes rolled so far back, he can’t see anything. It’s right there. Just a couple more strokes and- oh god-

The fingers pull out.

Simon’s eyes shoot open and a wracking sob is ripped from his throat. He still can’t move his hips, can’t seek out the stolen friction, but he tries. The rope around his thighs creaks as he tries to chase the pleasure slipping away. He’s about to beg again. About to plead for Price to keep going, to please let him come, when he hears a zipper, the rustling of clothes, and the thud of something landing behind him. He can’t turn to look, but there’s no need. All at once, hot flesh notches at his pulsing hole and pushes in.

His eyes widen, breath catching in his throat as Price’s cock stretches his twitching cunt open. Magma spreads throughout his core as the thick head brushes over his g spot. Again, his eyes roll, but the pleasure doesn’t stop as Price keeps pushing deeper, and he’s gone. He comes with a loud keen, pussy spasming around Price, but the Alpha keeps going. He doesn’t stop until his hips are flush with Simon’s arse, the Omega whimpering with each twitch of his hole.

“So fuckin’ tight,” Price groans, grinding into him. Simon moans, arms fighting the rope as he tries to ground himself. It’s too much and not enough all at once. His skin tingles in overstimulation from his breathtaking orgasm, yet he wants him closer. Deeper. He wants to touch him. Wants to cling to his flesh and bury his nose into his scent gland. Spice and musk hangs heavy in the air, yet it isn’t enough. He wants to taste Price. Wants his sweat and cum and blood on his tongue while he fucks his knot into him.

“Breathe, Simon,” Price murmurs, bending over him, thighs pressing to the backs of his. He can feel his hot torso against his arms. He wants it on his back. Wants their tacky skin to glide together with each thrust. “Don’t worry. I’m gonna take care of you”.

He feels a hand curl into the rope between his shoulder blades, then suddenly he’s hoisted up, bent forward with only his knees supporting him. He stares at the forest floor right below him, nothing but Price’s grip on his bindings keeping him from plummeting face first into it. Pure, unadulterated trust keeps him from panicking. That, and the cock in him suddenly pulling out.

Price slides out until just the tip is nestled inside before pulling Simon back as he snaps his hips forward. Their skin slaps together, and the Omega lets out a wanton moan. Price huffs out a laugh before doing it again, faster this time. Again, Simon can’t hold back his pleasured sounds.

Obscene slaps, squelches, and moans ring out in the night. Simon hangs limp as Price uses his body like a toy. He can’t help, he can’t resist, all he can do is kneel there and take each thrust. Not that he’s complaining. It feels so fucking good. The heat of their bodies, the way Price responds to Simon’s fucked out noises with ones of his own, the slick slide of his cock from his previous orgasm. All of it swirls inside him, bringing him closer and closer to his next peak.

Something is different this time though. It feels like his Omega is calling for Price’s Alpha, begging to be closer. Begging for a knot. He wants to vocalize it. Wants to tell him to come too- to come with him, but he can’t get his tongue to work. As if he can hear his base desire, Price fucks into him harder, faster. His snarls and grunts grow louder, mixing with Simon’s moans and keens until it’s a symphony of passion. He can feel the nudge of something thicker than the cock in him, begging for entrance. Just as he feels his cunt give way, opening up just the barest bit more, Price pulls out.

Simon growls, his Omega furious at losing its knot, but suddenly, there’s the slide of a knife through the rope and his limbs are freed. Simon collapses, but before he can hit the ground, Price catches him, flipping him onto his back and hunching over him, hands gripping his hips painfully as he shoves his cock back in. Despite the surprise, Simon’s body relaxes, and after a few more thrusts, he welcomes his first ever knot.

As soon as it pops in, Price growls out a string of curses, falling over him, their bodies pressed together chest to thigh. He bites hard into Simon’s mating gland, hot blood running down the Omega’s neck through his fangs. They come together, Simon with a gasped scream and Price pumping load after load into his fluttering pussy, Simon’s small cock spurting cum between them. The Omega milks him for all he has, unconscious pulses interspersed with deliberate clenches. He wants his cum. Needs it. Each rope soothes the fire burning inside him, settling the desire he’s carried for so long. The bond zips through him, even after Price detaches, licking over the oozing wound. It’s not complete though, and his fangs ache with need. Price bares his neck for him.

“Finish it,” he whispers. “Seal the bond”.

He doesn’t need to be told twice.

Simon sinks his fangs into him. Not as deep, his just over half the length of Price’s, but the result is instantaneous. The sparks and trembles subside as comforting warmth blankets over him, finally sated for the first time. He lets go after a moment, dazedly licking up the blood he spilt, relishing in the pure taste of his new mate. His eyes slip shut and he settles into the soft ground, ready to bask in the haze he’s slipping into.

“Now,” Price barks, and his eyes snap open at the sound of large bodies bounding toward them, Price kneeling up and out of the way. He’d completely forgotten the others.

There’s hands on him. So many hands gliding and raking nails over his sensitive body. He shivers, moaning as sparks light up his nerve endings. Then, mouths join in, nipping and licking over his raw nipples and heaving chest. Someone begins sucking new bruises into his stomach, above his cock that is already trying to fill out again. Simon moans and writhes from the overstimulation, unable to take it, but also not wanting it to stop.

“Fuck, please,” he whimpers. “I can’t- More- ah, it’s too much”.

“Which is it?” Soap chuckles, licking a broad stripe over his throbbing cock. “Too much or ye want more? Cannae give ye both”.

“M-More,” he decides, bucking into his mouth and making Price spill even more cum into him with a groan when he clenches around him. “Need more”.

“Fuck, open your mouth then,” Roach grits, tapping his cock on his lips, already swollen from how much he’s been biting them. “Wanna feel your tight throat”.

Yes. He opens up, lolling his tongue out. He sees Roach grinning down at him where he’s kneeled behind his head, once he’s able to blink the tears out of his eyes. He’s stroking his cock, bare chest gleaming with sweat. He must’ve stripped down while Price was fucking him. He wishes he could look at him properly. Wishes he wasn’t looking at him upside down and that he could take the time to map out every curve and line of his body, but that’s not what this is about. Not yet anyway. He’s here for one thing, and one thing only- to be totally and completely claimed by his Alphas.

Roach taps his cock on his tongue this time, pre instantly coating it. Simon moans at the taste, but keeps his mouth open. As much as he wants to savor and swallow it, he wants even more to learn what it feels like in his throat. The Alpha is just as eager, guiding the head into his mouth and sighing.

“That’s it,” he groans, Shallowly thrusting in and out, not even hitting the back of his throat. “Your mouth feels so fuckin’ good, Simon. Suck it a bit, there you go. Fuck, keep sucking. Show me how good you can be, Omega”.

Simon keeps at it, hollowing his cheeks and swirling his tongue. He may be new to this, but he’s practiced on toys before, wanting to be ready for the real thing. In all honesty, those practice sessions didn’t start until he began considering his teammates as potential mates- regardless of how unlikely he thought it’d be at the time- but they don’t need to know that. Still, he’s learned how to take some length, and can’t wait to put that practice to good use.

He pushes up a bit, taking more, closing his eyes when Roach’s balls bump into them, shutting out the moonlight. The Alpha moans, keeping up the roll of his hips, and fucking deeper.

“Eager little thing, hm?” he purrs. Simon hums in agreement, swallowing when Roach pauses with his tip barely breaching his throat. “And greedy too. Almost think you’ve done this before. Don’t worry,” he chuckles when Simon splutters in obvious denial. “I believe you. Just didn’t realize a virgin could be such a desperate slut. Bet you’ve practiced, yeah? Bet you’ve got a fun little toy for each of us, don’t you? You take turns fuckin’ all your needy holes with them, wishin’ we were there?”.

He's got him pegged. How the fuck he figured it out, he isn’t sure, and he doesn’t have time to think about it when two laughs catch his attention.

“Well if that’s the case,” Soap lilts on his left. “Then I’m sure you can multitask, right LT?”.

“Yeah,” Gaz says on his right. “You’ve got your cunt and mouth preoccupied, but I bet these pretty hands can be put to work. What’d’ya say? Think you can take all of us at once?”.

Simon tries to nod, a barely intelligible affirmative sounding around his mouthful.

The two other Alphas shift from what he can hear, Roach’s balls now effectively a blindfold as he continues slowly fucking deeper and deeper into him. He can still feel Price inside him too, cock twitching and spurting cum every time his cunt spasms. The captain is rubbing circles in his hips, most definitely enjoying the show.

Soap and Gaz take his hands, guiding them to their leaking cocks. He gives them both an experimental stroke, shivering at the dual moaned curses he gets. They’re big. Much bigger than him- just like the other two Alphas inside him. Where his own cock is easily wrapped in one fist, he can tell he’d need both his hands to cover their lengths. They’re uncut too, their foreskins making slick sounds with all the pre they’ve been leaking. He keeps stroking, twisting his hands as best he can. It’s a bit of an awkward angle, but with how long they’ve been aroused, watching him be fucked into oblivion, even his awkward touch has them panting and thrusting in no time.

He does his best to keep up with all of them, tonguing and sucking at Roach as he fists Soap and Gaz. He minds his teeth and remembers to thumb over their leaking tips as best he can. It’s a lot to keep up with, and for the first time he curses his lack of experience. He can’t see them to gauge if they’re enjoying this, if he’s doing a good job. He must be. He can hear their pleasure as they thrust into him, chasing their release, and that settles something inside him. There’s something so right about it all, being on his back with his Alphas above him using his body for their pleasure. He was made for this. For them.

The realization releases the tension inside him, and he slackens. He doesn’t need to prove anything. Doesn’t need to try to impress them. They already want him, that’s why they’re here. That’s why they chased him through the woods despite this practice being outdated. So many others would never humor such a request, but they did. They understand the bond they have with each other is deeper than simple courtship. It’s old and real and feral. A bond from the blood they’ve shed to protect each other, of shared secrets and memories that no one else could ever fathom. They're tied by more than just brotherhood or comradery- their very souls are entwined, as if they cross in every lifetime. They belong together, down to the very atoms that make them up.

He can feel it all course through him like a live wire, tears streaming down his face as Roach now fucks in and out of his throat, rhythm erratic as he gets closer. Gaz and Soap knead his chest, one of them wrapping a hand around his aching cock and jerking him fast and tight. He clenches around Price, whose knot has deflated enough that he knows he’ll slide out the moment he isn’t trapped between him and their rabid sergeants. He tightens around him, hoping to signal how much he needs him too. He just needs a bit more. Just a reminder of all the Alphas he belongs to.

Price, of course, gets the message. He grips Simon’s hips again, grinding into him, making him whine and gag before thrusting deep and hard once, twice, and Simon’s gone.

He knows he passes out. Knows it because one moment he’s locking up in overwhelming ecstasy,- heat searing up his spine and down his legs, cock jumping so hard it hurts while his cunt clamps around Price, fluttering so quickly, he can’t even feel the rhythmic pulses- and the next moment he’s shivering in a pile of limbs, tragically empty, but surrounded by warmth.

He pries his eyes open, blinking until they aren’t blurry anymore. He can taste what has to be Roach’s cum on his tongue, purring as he rolls it around in his mouth. His cunt is loose, cum slowly dripping out and onto the forest floor they’re all snuggled together on. He’s laying on someone’s chest, Price maybe, but he can’t quite tell with how all their scents weave together. He turns to look up at the stars peeking down at them through the canopy above them, and his neck stings with the movement. Raising a heavy hand, he feels four fresh bite marks smattering his mating gland. He frowns, confused. He doesn’t feel the same disconnect as he did before biting Price.

“You turned absolutely feral after the first one,” Soap grins, watching him brush over the marks. “After Kyle bit ye, you latched on so hard, we thought ye’d rip his throat out. Good thing he didn’t do it while Roach was still buried in yer throat”.

Roach snorts.

“Went the same with them too,” Gaz chuckles, not looking the least bit upset despite the angry, red ring on his neck.

All three of them are still bleeding the slightest bit, the dents of where his teeth sunk into them deeper than the ones he’d left on Price. Simon whines, his Omega screaming at him to fix it- to make sure they’re okay. Price chuffs beneath him, arm already wrapped around him hugging him closer.

“They’re alright,” he soothes, kissing his sweaty head. “Looked quite pleased with themselves when your fangs finally sunk in. Pretty sure Gary could’ve come again”.

Simon breathes a sigh of relief, reaching out to pet over his new mates all the same.

His mates.

He’s theirs.

He’s finally theirs.

Before any of them can say anything more, he turns his head, grabbing Price by the back of the neck and pressing their lips together. He’s too rough in his haste, but the groan he swallows down when his fang catches Price’s lip makes up for it. They slowly lick into each other’s mouths, the mingling taste of all of their blood making Simon’s stomach flutter. Eventually they part with a soft smack. It takes a moment for his eyes to work properly so he can open them, and when he does he finds Price smiling at him.

“Wanted to give you all my firsts,” Simon tells him. “Seeing as you won”.

Price chuckles, kissing him again.

“Best reward I’ve ever gotten,” he replies.

“Rub it in, why don’t you,” Roach pouts. Soap and Gaz snickers, but Simon strokes over his heated chest.

“Jealous he got to knot me?” he asks, sure by the fact that his jaw is still intact that the poor sergeant’s knot was left untouched when he came.

“Of fuckin’ course I am,” Roach whines. “Had to sit there holdin’ myself while you milked the others”.

Simon hums, tracing his fingers down his stomach and brushing over the root of his cock.

“Don’t get to check into the heat room until the morning,” he muses, glancing at him through his lashes. “Don’t know if I’ll make it ‘til then”.

Roach smirks, rolling his hips so Simon’s fingers run over his shaft.

“Guess I better knot you then,” he purrs. “Wouldn’t want you getting’ heat sick”.

Gaz hums, nuzzling into Simon’s throat.

“We all should,” he says. “Just to be safe”.

“And we could stretch yer other hole,” Soap adds. “Wouldnae want it ta get lonely”.

“Get on with it then, lads,” Price says, shifting to slide out from under the Omega steadily growing warmer against him. “Or I’m goin’ another round”.