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"Fuck, you're really starving for it, aren't you?" Shane giggles as his husband continues to drink milk from his left breast. His right one had already been drained empty by his greedy big puppy. Shane sighs contentedly, brushing his fingers through dirty-blonde locks of hair. "Drink up, Puppy. Mommy isn't going anywhere."
The back of Shane's head hits the pillow in a moment of bliss after Ilya begins to suck with more fervor.
In this world, omega milk is not only seen as a delicacy but a need for survival. Omega milk is known to keep Alphas from going into a feral state, but Omega milk also holds vital nutrients needed for a pup's development. Any pup who had not been fed an adequate amount of omega milk would grow up with a certain condition that is detrimental to their health, such as a lowered immune system, anemia-like symptoms, hormonal imbalances, and a slower healing rate if injured. This condition is called Milk Sickness.
For a world that relies so heavily on omega milk to thrive, Shane, an omega who always had an oversupply of milk, found it nothing more than a hindrance— Something that just held him back from reaching his full potential on the ice. What was the point of all this milk when he had no one to feed it to? He did not like the idea of selling or donating his milk. If he were not a professional hockey player, maybe he would have been more open to the idea.
He'd pump himself dry, dumping the milk down the drain, before training or a game, and he'd already be leaking before the first period ever ended.
It had been especially rough when he was just a younger omega in an alpha-dominated sport. It had been easy to block his scent, however, it was not easy to hide the drops of white liquid that would drip down his nipples whenever he was shirtless in the locker room.
He could feel their eyes staring at him like he was less of a person and more of someone they could take. It had been hard to manage his instincts, as his omega brain would mistake alpha aggression in the sport as an alpha on the verge of going feral.
However, after one evening, one curious experiment. When a young alpha Ilya Rozanov latched his mouth onto Shane's teat and sucked while fucking into him, then did Shane come up with a sustainable solution to his milk problem.
Turns out, the cause of his oversupply was the lack of hormonal balance, as pumping is not equivalent to feeding. It made his body think there was a demand to produce more.
Not only did he make it a point to feed Ilya whenever he'd come to Montreal or when Shane would go to Boston, but Shane would also feed Hayden and JJ his milk before games as a way to calm his omega hind brain, as he is caring for his packmates.
It had done wonders for Hayden and JJ, as they began to play far more effectively than ever before.
When Shane would visit the Pikes regularly, he'd be the one nursing the children with his omega milk, as Jackie was a beta, and it was easier to feed from pack instead of an omega nanny. After Hayden had found out about him and Ilya, they'd spend their visits with the Pikes with any of the children drinking from one of Shane's breasts, and the other breast, Ilya or Hayden, in the pack nest.
In the privacy of the cottage or their houses, Ilya would have him all to himself, drink him until his heart's content. Shane would provide Ilya with all his needs to ease his omegan instincts. It did not take long before Ilya started to call Shane Mommy during these times, and Shane called Ilya his puppy.
What Shane didn't expect was that he would be the Mommy of another milk-hungry alpha as well.
It started like this. Luca Haas, a very talented Right Winger, is known to be somewhat graceful on the ice due to his prior training in ice dancing when he was younger.
Seeing him stumble was a bit of a surprise, but brought not much concern. Injuries during training are inevitable, and no matter how safely you tread on the ice or no matter how good and clean your edges are, you can slip and fall.
Still, as it is protocol, Luca was sent off the ice to the team medic to check for any injuries that no one had noticed.
"Calm down, Haas. We're just worried about that bruise. We saw that hit, you should not look this beat up!"
"I'm fine!" The boy grits his teeth on the clinic bed. Why couldn't anyone understand that this was nothing to worry about? This was normal! All of this is normal! No one said a word when they saw bruises like this in Switzerland. It was probably just his anemia! So what if the bruise looks bad? Did they not see the goal he did earlier during practice? They should focus less on his bruise and more on the fact that Ottawa's chances of winning another cup are getting increasingly higher from just how much the team is improving.
"You are not—" Coach Wiebe shuts his eyes and takes a deep, deep, breath. He reminds himself that he was talking to an alpha who is still quite fresh off puphood. "Luca, be reasonable. Sure, you may be fine now, but I will not risk what's going on with you from getting much worse. It could impact the team as a whole if we put you on indefinite IR when we aren't even halfway through the season just because we allowed you to push yourself beyond your limits."
"I'm telling you I'm fine. This is normal!" Luca growls.
Coach Wiebe throws his hands up. "None of this is normal!" He shouts. "I think you need omegan milk, Haas."
Luca stubbornly shakes his head.
"I do not!"
Coach Wiebe holds his hand up. "If you do not follow me or the team medic, I will put you on indefinite leave. A paid vacation that you have no choice but to go to."
It shuts Luca up. He hates threats like that. Not the vacation, but he hates missing out on any important moments or days with the team. In the silence, the team medic pressed the icepack against his side, making the young alpha hiss in pain and surprise. Pup-like whimpers falling out of his lips from the pain.
Little did he know that Ilya and Shane were on the way to the clinic as the Captain and Alternate Captain of the team. The pup-like whimpers echo through the hall, and the moment Shane heard them, he had to lean against the wall and grip his chest, breathing deeply. Ilya was by his side the very next second.
"What is wrong, Lyubimmy?" He asks.
"My chest. Hurts." Shane groans, his hand is right on top of his breast.
Ilya looked worried at that. "We don't have to visit Luca, then, if it hurts. We must check it out at home then—"
Another whimper echoes.
Shane let go of his breast and looked at his now drenched and dripping palm. "Fuck. I'm leaking."
Ilya's eyes widened. "You don't think it is because of Ha—"
"Of course, it is because of Luca. He's whimpering like a pup, and it's sending my instincts haywire." Shane brings his drenched hand to Ilya's mouth for him to lick and clean up. He takes his hand back the moment it was cleaned. "Bring Luca home with us, Mon Cher."
His husband looked hesitant. "But he is not our pack—"
"I know you've been wanting to invite him. He's pack in all but name. Bring him home with us, Ilya." Shane glares at him. "Let me feed him, Alpha. Let me provide." He had already made the decision, all that's left for Ilya to do is comply.
Ilya bared his neck, his shirt collar slipping to reveal the outlines of a deeply scarred mating bite at his scent gland. "Yes, Omega." He says.
Luca cried softly as he was carried out of Shane's jeep in Ilya's arms. He was scruffed, unable to fight against the superior alpha. Shane had already gone ahead to unlock the house and rush upstairs to fix up the master bedroom where their nest lies. Ilya hums to himself, subconsciously rocking his body so that Luca would stay calm as the shadow of the house loomed over their heads.
The house was completely overwhelming. It smelled entirely of Ilya and Shane. Luca, still scruffed, weakly pawed against his alpha. "Nooo..." He whines.
Ilya chuckles, nuzzling his nose against Luca's hair as he carries the boy up the stairs. "It's alright if you're scared, Puppy. Mommy and I have you. You're safe with us." He presses featherlight kisses on his temple and forehead. At the word "puppy", Luca's weak arm falls limp at his sides, allowing Ilya to take a few sniffs of Luca's scent.
The older alpha stops in his tracks, confused. Luca is young, only 21. He should at least still have the faint scent of milk in his—
Ah.
Now he understands.
This is not a normal case of a stubborn alpha refusing to accept that he still needs omegan milk. This is a young alpha who grew up without drinking enough. Luca did not have an iron deficiency, nor did he have hormonal mood swings that most adolescents and young adults go through. This? This is Milk Sickness. This is something serious that should have been noticed and addressed far earlier in Luca's career. This was Ilya's responsibility as Head Alpha and Captain of the team.
He growls subconsciously, startling the young alpha.
Luca whimpers, nuzzling his face against Ilya's neck.
Milk Sickness was a completely serious illness. Despite Ilya's rough upbringing and neglect, his father knew that having the sickness would impact his growth and development as an athlete, so he allowed Ilya to feed from his mother, and then Polina, after his mother had died. As strained as his relationship was with his step-mother, he respected her greatly for putting up with him and taking care of him.
Ilya sighs, calming himself down before he continues to make his way to the bedroom. Once he opened the door, he found his Omega already there, waiting patiently. All clothes, save for his underwear, off. The nest has now been set to be big enough for three athletes of their size.
Ilya groans at the gorgeous sight of Shane Hollander, kneading one achingly full breast in one hand, spurts of white dripping out of his perked up, hardened nubs. His essence was accentuated by the moonlight, highlighting and contouring all the hard angles and soft edges of each defined muscle. He was a gorgeous and captivating sight.
"You've taken your merry time to get here." Shane hums. "I was half considering taking my pump instead..."
"Lyubimmy..." Ilya starts. "I think Luca has—"
"I know." Shane cuts him off. "I suspected it on the way home. Now, take off your clothes, Ilya, and please unscruff Luca." Shane orders.
What else could Ilya do but comply?
He sets Luca down, just outside of the nest, unscruffing him. The glaze that was over Luca's eyes disappears, and he immediately looks around the room in confusion. "What—"
"Welcome to our nest, Haasy." Ilya says in a whisper. He took off his shirt and reached to take off his pants. "Coach Wiebe let us bring you home with us for the time being."
Luca turns around and gasps when he sees Shane, beckoning the young alpha forward.
"Take off your clothes and come inside, Puppy." Shane tells him.
"You don't have to do this." Luca gulps. "I-I'm fine. I promise."
Shane tilts his head. "Do not lie to your Omega, Luca Haas. You are injured."
Luca bit his bottom lip as his alpha brain howled at the thought of disappointing the omega. At Shane's pointed stare, he removes his shirt. He squeezes his eyes shut as he takes off his joggers and drops them to the floor. He follows Shane and enters the nest, a little way away from the omega. Hesitant and nervously twitching, like a violently shaking chihuahua at his grown size.
Shane clicks his tongue, moving forward to grab Luca by the back of his neck and pulling his face towards his dripping chest, impatient.
When Luca's lip hit Shane's nipple. His mouth remained closed, but a small pinch at the back of his neck prompted it to open and latch onto it.
Shane shut his eyes with a satisfied moan when milk started pouring into this little puppy's hungry mouth. For one who was so hesitant to drink from him, he had turned an entire 180°. He was drinking so enthusiastically.
"Yes... That's it. Like that. You're such a good Puppy. You're eating so well!" Shane praises Luca, his hand playing with the pup's ear. In the back of his mind, though, Shane felt relief. As Luca feeds his milk, he's able to feel much better and recover more quickly. Good for both the team and Luca himself. It makes Shane wonder how long Luca had been struggling with Milk Sickness for him to regard all his issues as normal.
He looked so adorable, drinking Shane's milk with his eyes closed. The way he drank so desperately, desperate and aggressive.
The little noises he makes, the way his hand wandered to play with Shane's other tit, not unlike Ilya. Cherubic in a sense that he was so blissed out, he didn't even realize he was humping against Shane's thigh. Such obscene noises for an act meant to be so innocent.
Shane hums. In all the times he's fed an Alpha other than his mate, none of them have ground against him like this. Shane thinks he would have stopped the feeding if Hayden or J.J. did this to him. However, Luca is… a different case. Shane's instincts do not react to this negatively. In fact, they are beckoning him to do more.
He looks up at Ilya, who was still standing by the edge of the nest, wanting to gauge his Alpha's reaction to the scene. He does not seem to mind seeing the young alpha chase his pleasure from his Omega. His eyes were transfixed on them. As he stands there, Shane notices a very noticeable, sizable tent straining against the fabric of his boxer shorts.
"Do you want to drink from my other tit, Mon Cher?" He asks his husband.
He did not need to tell him twice.
Shane snorts when Ilya clambers into the nest and settles on Shane's other side. He moved away from Luca's straying hand so he could latch onto his own portion of milk. Unlike Luca, he does not do anything about his hard-on. He leaves it there so that he can focus purely on just feeding from Shane.
Shane shakes his head. Now, both his hands are occupied, petting these two nursing alphas.
"My adorable puppies." Shane cooes.
Luca moans around his tit, eyes fluttering when Shane moves his leg a little upwards to help stimulate the young alpha's cock. His little moans did things to Shane's cock and cunt. He could feel his hole dripping out slick. The calming pheromones that surrounded the room now mixed with the scent of heavy arousal.
Shane gasps when he feels Ilya's tongue play and lick around his breast while simultaneously grinding the palm of his hand against his clothed cock. He ground his hand in circular motions, which felt a bit like torture when Shane realized he couldn't arch his back or move his hip unless he wanted to interrupt Luca's feeding.
"Gentle." Shane tells Ilya. "If I move too much, Luca might not be able to drink any more, and you know our new puppy needs Mommy's milk more than ever."
Ilya paused on his suckling and ceased on the grinding. Instead, his hand snuck in through the leg hole of Shane's underwear, stretching the fabric, to plunge in three of his fingers right in Shane's dripping cunt.
"Ah!" Shane choked on the sudden intrusion. His hand, which was still playing with Luca's hair, gripped and pulled. Luca whimpered, sucking deeper so that he'd stay attached to Shane, nearly biting into his breast. "Ilya!" Shane hisses admonishingly.
Ilya chuckles, unlatching from Shane, and climbing on top to press a few kisses on Shane's pouty lips.
"Sorry, Lyubimmy. I couldn't help it."
He arches his fingers inside Shane, making the omega mewl. He nuzzled his nose against his husband's freckles as his fingers continued to rub his walls. Shane's teeth dug into his bottom lip so that he would not disturb the young alpha pup more than he already had.
Then Ilya had the brilliant idea of pulling his fingers out— which Shane heavily protested against— and rolling off of Shane and off the bed to rummage around their dresser.
"Ilya, what are you doing?" Shane asks.
Ilya turns around to show Shane a pair of scissors. Shane raises an eyebrow at him questioningly.
"Puppy, what do you need the scissors for?"
The older alpha approached Shane and placed the scissors on top of his thigh. The omega flinched at the cool touch of the metal, but seeing how close Ilya had placed it to the fabric of his boxers, Shane was able to understand what his alpha was planning.
"Ilya, I just bought this." Shane sighs, looking away from Ilya to press a kiss on Luca's forehead. The pup shuffled a bit as his grinding against Shane's leg quickened for a second before calming down once more.
Ilya pouts. "We could always buy more. I have more access to your other milk, and I won't disturb our new puppy."
"I didn't say no. I just said I just bought this." Shane says, which was the only permission that Ilya ever needed.
Cutting away the fabric from the leg opening all the way to the waistband, Ilya watched in glee as Shane's abnormally large omegan cock sprang, bouncing free. Much lower, his cunt was slick and glistening from the dim lighting, dripping onto the nest.
"Bozhe moy." Ilya swoons, heart pounding. He placed the scissors on the side table. "Krasivaya kiska…" Ilya crawls back into the nest with Shane, spreading his legs wider so that Ilya can lie down comfortably in between.
Ilya's eyes were unblinking, staring straight into his husband's eyes as he gave Shane one experimental, kitten lick, right on his clit. It made Shane jerk his knees up, causing a keening whimper from the still, feeding alpha pup.
Shane gave his husband a piercing glare.
"Ilya."
"Sorry, Mommy." Ilya smirks, unapologetically. He sticks out his tongue and licks a long strip from Shane's asshole all the way to his clit. Shane's free hand lands on Ilya's head and pulls. The older alpha moans as he laps around inside his beloved.
Shane's eyes were clenched shut through the careful ministrations of his husband. That expert tongue of his sweet puppy just knew how to hit his pleasure spots so well. The way his nose would grind against his clit every time his tongue would twirl inside his hole.
"Ah! Right there, Mon Cher! Yes!" Shane cries, nuzzling and hiding his face in Luca's light-blonde hair. "Do that again!"
Slurping sounds echoed through the room, and the sucking motions of the younger alpha in Shane's care slowed.
Shane's eyes open when he feels the younger alpha unlatch from his significantly smaller breast. He lets up so that Luca can turn his head and watch as Ilya continues to eat him out. Luca purrs, rubbing his face onto Shane's chest, but does not latch onto his other nipple. He did not seem interested in drinking more milk. Instead, he was interested in watching as Ilya continued to slurp Shane's slick.
"Are you alright, Puppy?"
Two sets of eyes look up at him. One bleary, another attentive.
Shane snorts. "Mommy was only talking to Puppy Luca. You can continue eating, Baby." Ilya nods, going back to what he was doing. The omega shuddered in pleasure as Ilya did so, but he kept himself composed enough for Luca. "Are you with Mommy, Puppy?" He asks the young alpha.
Luca hums, his hand resting on Shane's stomach. "'M here… I'm okay." He slurs, sleepy. He shifts around so that his hard cock would not rub against Shane's leg anymore.
"Do you need Mommy's help with that? I'm sure you want to come…" Shane offers.
"I can fix that later," Luca replies, his hand on Shane's stomach moving a few centimeters down, right above Shane's cock. "I want to make Mommy feel good..." He blinks. "Can I?"
Shane shakes his head. "But Ilya is already eating me out, Puppy. You don't have to."
"I want to," Luca says.
Shane smiles at him. "Alright, if that's what you want."
Luca pulls away from Shane and crawls further down the omega's legs until he is shoulder to shoulder with His Alpha.
Shane, grateful for the flexibility training his yoga has given him, was able to spread his legs further apart. Ilya scoots a little so that Luca has more space to lie down flat.
Gently taking the omega's cock, Luca wraps his lips around the circumcised cockhead, his tongue teasing the slit and lapping at the leaking pre.
Now that Shane no longer needed to restrain himself, the omega mewls and keens, fully enjoying all the attention his alphas are giving him. He claws at the nest as Ilya began to lick him inside more enthusiastically, while Luca bobbed his head up and down his length with little to no resistance from the back of his throat.
"Fuck!" Shane moans, feeling tears pool into his eyes from the pleasure. One sweet alpha was enough, but two? He's been teetering on the edge from Ilya's tongue alone, but now that he intensified his pace, with Luca practically deep-throating his cock, he does not think he will last long.
Shane could only take so much!
"Puppies— Mommy's so— Ah! Close!" Shane groans when Luca swallows, his head feels like it is being crushed by the walls of his throat closing down on him! Ilya, as well, began to double down on eating him out.
Shane's vision turned to static when he came down Luca's throat without warning. The young alpha pulled off, coughing, white dripping down his lips as he did so. The young alpha swallowed what was left inside his mouth, choosing to wipe away what was left outside using the back of his hand.
"Oh, I'm sorry, puppy!" Shane moans as overstimulation kicks in from Ilya's unrelentless pace. "Mommy should have been more— Oh! Just like that, Ilya! My big puppy! You're doing so well!" Luca rests his head right on top of Shane's thigh, watching with a much clearer view, the older alpha eating Shane out with skill and experience Luca could only ever hope to match.
Tears were streaming down Shane's face as he felt a second wave of orgasm starting once more, this time, not from his spent cock.
"Shit!" Shane bucks his hips up, but he is trapped in the nest by his two very heavy puppies. "Ilya! Puppy! Oh my God! Fuck! I'm so— Hah~"
Luca watches in fascination as Ilya bites Shane's clit, only hard enough to set his nerves on fire.
The omega came a second time, squirting from his cunt. The older alpha drank greedily, tasting his omega's juices. With both his cock and cunt spent, Shane sinks further into the soft pillows and fabrics of the nest, regaining his breath and bearings, shutting his eyes.
"Thank you, Puppies." Shane pants, brushing his hand through the two alpha's hair.
Ilya presses a kiss on his stomach. "You're welcome, Mommy."
…
"Luca?" Shane asks when he hears no response from the younger alpha.
The older mated couple looked down at the young alpha pup, whose eyes were shut, passed out.
Ilya snorts, covering his mouth so that he would not make so much noise. Shane shakes his head, continuing to brush his fingers through the young alpha's hair with care and gentleness that most would not expect out of an omega like him.
"My sweet puppy." Shane chuckles.
Ilya reaches to brush his knuckles on Luca's cheek.
"Ours."
"Our puppy."