The Night Movers - Ep 3. (Patreon)

Unbeta'd/Unedited. Very unedited. Ridley went to his knees in front of Titus, holding out his hands palm up. “You’ll need to take your gloves off.” Titus studied Ridley closely but made no move to comply. There was an aura about the man that Ridley found…intimidating. He didn’t fear Titus hurting him. Even the slap earlier hadn’t really hurt, but it had probably looked that way to the men of the New Guard. Given the way his body reacted to the slap, he wasn’t even sure he’d mind under…different…circumstances. Titus was intimidating in a different way. When Ridley looked at him his belly swooped and he just…ached. He craved his time, his touch, his undivided attention. He wanted Titus to see only him, to want only him. The way his soul yearned for the stranger scared the shit out of him. Alphas couldn’t be trusted. Not even the good ones. Ren’s voice rang loud and clear in his head like she was right there beside him. There are no good ones, Ridley. Never forget that. Pain raked over his heart at the memory. He missed her. He missed her like he would miss a limb. He wasn’t whole without her. They were never meant to be apart. They had started as one being split in two and they were meant to end that way too. Together, at the same time. Side by side. But now, when he thought of Ren he grew icy in his core, like a phantom passed through him, like he stood at her grave. There was a big gaping hole in his chest and it terrified him. He shook the thought away. Ren was fine. She was tough. She had to be. They’d had to be. She could handle anything.  Ridley met Titus’s gaze, giving his hands a little shake as if to remind him what they were doing. “I need to-we need to be skin to skin for this to work.” Ridley hoped that was true. He’d been embellishing a bit about that particular facet of his gift. He’d only ever shared a vision once and only with his twin and it had happened accidentally, traumatizing them both. He’d had this ability long before he presented, but sporadically, unpredictable and inconsistent. Only since his presentation had he gained any type of command over his…gift. What would become of him if he couldn’t do this? “You can show me,” Diesel said, moving closer and holding up his bare hands. Ridley gave a stilted nod, but before he could move, Titus gripped his chin and turned his face back towards him. “No. Show me.” Ridley’s skin burned where he touched him. His mouth was a desert and his hands trembled as he tried desperately to ignore the way every atom in his body pulled him towards the pale eyed alpha like they were magnetic. Ridley wished he could smell him. At least then he might have some…hint of what the alpha thought of him. Did he hate him? Was he disgusted by him? Was he as affected by Ridley as much as he was by him? Ridley dry swallowed audibly, then once more placed his hands palm up as Titus tugged his gloves off. His hands dwarfed Ridley’s making his appear dainty in comparison. Ridley jumped as soon as their hands collided, static shock zapping him like the sting of a rubber band, like even the air itself understood how deeply rooted Ridley’s desire for this stranger went. Titus’s palms were sandpaper rough and covered in ink. Strange symbols mixed with deep scars covered his fingers. He had a tattoo on the back of each hand. A skull with X’s for eyes on his left and two overlapping masks on the right. Recognition scratched at Ridley’s brain. He’d seen the tattoo on the right before, spray painted on a wall. The masks of comedy and tragedy. Ren had said they represented two Greek Muses. One the muse of tragedy, the other of comedy. He didn’t really know what any of that meant. He wished he’d paid closer attention to her when she rambled, maybe then he’d know which muse stood beside him tonight. “Go ahead, strawberry,” Titus murmured. “Show me.” The alpha’s voice floated along Ridley’s skin like a feather, making his core tremble. He let his eyes float shut, taking a deep breath and then letting it out slowly. His visions were easier to tap into when he was relaxed, when he didn’t concentrate too hard. But every muscle in his body was tense, his fight or flight still flooding his brain with chemicals telling him he needed to be ready for anything. He tried to access the vision, then tried again. And again. And again. A frustrated whine spilled from his lips before he could stop it. Ridley froze. Even without the alpha’s scents, he could feel the atmosphere change, the air thickening around him. The other three alphas closed in on him. Ridley eyed each of them warily, unable to stop another distressed sound from leaving him. He was rapidly losing control of what little control he had on himself. Disappointment knifed through him as Titus pulled his hand from his. Was he giving up on him already? Ridley’s chest tightened, tears of anger welling up behind his eyes. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. He bit down hard on the inside of his cheek, unwilling to cry in front of these men. Ridley didn’t cry in front of anyone. Ever. Ridley’s gaze followed Titus’s hand as it lifted to his neck, peeling back the scent patch and tossing it to the ground. A wave of alpha pheromones hit Ridley like a physical blow, rocking him back on his heels. Then the alpha’s scent flooded his nostrils, rich and bitter, like coffee and dark chocolate. Ridley swayed towards him without thought, an embarrassingly needy cry filling the space. His omega wanted to climb this man like a tree. He wanted to crawl inside him and live there forever. He wanted to bite and claw at him until there was no doubt to anyone that Titus was his. That they all were. Ridley didn’t even register that Titus scooped him up until he was straddling the alpha’s lap, burying his face into the crook of his neck, whimpering against his scent gland as Ridley’s hips stuttered against his. The others growled. There was no doubt they could smell how wet Ridley was. Even if they couldn’t, there was no missing the way Ridley fisted his tiny hands in the fabric of Titus’s hoodie or rubbed his lips against the heated skin where his scent was strongest.  Titus was hard, the rigid outline of his terrifyingly large cock pressing against Ridley’s own. Ridley wanted to rut against him, wanted to tear off his clothes and let these alphas claim him just like in his vision. Some small voice screamed at him to control himself but he was no longer in control. Was this what a heat felt like? “Easy,” Titus rumbled against his ear. “Shh.” “His stress levels are off the charts. You might have to scruff him,” Ryker said. Titus’s hand slipped into Ridley’s hair, pressing him deeper into his scent gland. “He’s not mine to scruff. He’s not pack.” Ryker scoffed. “Well, do something before his heart explodes. He’s overwhelmed.” Another thirty seconds passed then a wave of calm washed over Ridley, his mind hazy, his body floating on ocean waves. “What’s happening…” “You’re not the only one with gifts, strawberry,” Titus said softly. “Don’t fight it. Just let me in.” “I’m trying,” Ridley whispered. Ridley’s breath hitched as Titus’s lips brushed against his throat. “Show me,” he crooned. “Show me what you saw. Show alpha.” Show alpha.Show alpha.Show alpha.Ridley bit back an embarrassingly debauched moan. Alpha. His alpha. They were all his alphas, but Titus was their alpha. He was the boss. The one they all listened to. His head lolled on his shoulders, Titus’s hand the only thing keeping him in place. Ridley’s eyes slid shut as Titus threaded their fingers together, palms touching.  He opened his mouth to say this was clearly pointless. His breath punched from him, his hand clamping down on Titus’s until the alpha hissed like he was in pain. The images were far clearer this time. They were in a bedroom. Large but shabby. No windows. A picture of a car in neon lights on one wall and boxing gloves hanging on a hook. There was a stack of old books on the floor. Actual books. They’d banned those years ago. Ridley lay on the bed, his skin snow white against the navy blue comforter beneath him. Just like moments ago, the alphas flanking him in real life surrounded him on the bed as well. Steele too and the beautiful man with the lochs. Ridley was covered in mouth shaped bruises and fresh bite marks, none of which had penetrated the skin. Not yet, anyway. There were fingerprint shaped bruises too. On his thighs…on his hips, like they’d held him in place while they used him. There was cum drying on his skin and sweat and tears dripping into his hairline, but he didn’t look sad. He looked well fucked. Had they all taken him at once? He clamped down on his bottom lip to keep from making another embarrassing sound, but his cock kicked at the implication, more slick leaking from his hole. Ridley needed to get off the alpha’s lap before he embarrassed himself further, but Titus had him in a death grip, one arm around his waist and his other hand holding Ridley’s tight enough to cut off circulation. When he began to struggle, Titus growled, holding tighter. “Not yet.” In his vision, Titus was on his knees by Ridley’s head. He pulled him into a sitting position in his arms, back to chest. He tangled his hand in Ridley’s hair, baring his scent gland. He looked at each of the other alpha’s in turn until they nodded. Ridley cried out as the six alphas sank their teeth into him at once. Ridley wrenched himself backwards, pulling himself out of the vision and out of Titus’s arms. Ridley must have caught the alpha off guard. He didn’t even try to stop him. He hit the floor hard enough to wince then scurried backwards until his back hit a solid wall of muscle. Diesel. Thick arms folded around Ridley, the bear-like alpha’s nose making itself at home against his neck. “Hi.” “Hi,” Ridley mumbled back, a sudden wave of exhaustion hit him like a truck. Ridley melted against him, letting his head fall back onto his shoulder. Diesel was so warm and solid and built for comfort. Ridley tried to burrow deeper. Diesel huffed out a laugh against Ridley’s skin. “Somebody’s cuddly.” “Sleepy,” Ridley mumbled. “I haven’t slept in days.” “What’d you see?” Ryker said. Ridley assumed he was talking to Titus and stayed quiet. Before Titus could answer, Jensen chimed in. “Yeah, is he telling the truth?” Silence stretched between them. Diesel began to rock gently with Ridley in his arms. His brain felt soupy, his body limp like cooked noodles. Was this still those calming pheromones? Was this just shock? Exhaustion? “Well?” Diesel said, impatience seeping into his tone. “I saw what he said,” Titus said, hesitant, like he wanted to say something more. “And?” Ryker asked. “Was he telling the truth?” “How should I know?” Titus snapped. “Just because I saw it, doesn’t mean its true. If he can show me these so-called visions, maybe he can also just make them up and show me anything he wants.” Ridley couldn’t even bring himself to get mad. Diesel’s tight hold and gentle rocking was soothing him to sleep as the alphas argued over his head. “Why would he want to be tied to five alphas?” Ryker asked. “Six,” Ridley mumbled. “There’s six of you…the one who smells like candy. He’s mine, too.” “Sugar…” Jensen said. “He’s never even met him. How would he know about him if he’s just making shit up? Wouldn’t he have only included those of us he’s met?” Titus scrubbed his hands over his face. “Fuck, I don’t know. I don’t know what he can do. Maybe he can pluck thoughts right out of our heads. What do you want me to say? That he’s right? That we’re going to claim him? That’s insane. We swore we’d never do that to an omega.” That last statement tugged at something inside Ridley. There was a pain attached to those last words, something deep and visceral. Titus wasn’t pissed. He was scared. Not scared of Ridley but something else. I’m scared of history repeating itself.The words weren’t Ridley’s but they reverberated through him like a tuning fork. Nobody else seemed to notice or react to the thought. Maybe Ridley had simply imagined the words. An exhaustion induced hallucination. “But he’s not safe alone,” Diesel said, tightening his hold on Ridley like a kid trying to convince his dad to let him care for a stray puppy. “You know what they could do to him.”  That was nice. Diesel was nice. He was nice and sweet and sexy and so strong he could probably break Ridley in half but even as he squeezed him, he stayed cognizant of Ridley’s small frame. He could barely keep his eyes open. Diesel’s rocking lulling him to sleep. “We got into this to help omegas,” Jensen said. “Are you just going to dump him on the street when we get back and leave him to his own devices? That’s fucking cruel. You know what they’ll do to him.” “What about what he’ll do to us?” Titus shot back. “Do you really think the six of us can share one omega without tearing each other to pieces?” Oh…did that happen? He’d heard from others that official packs claimed and shared omegas all the time, raising the omegas offspring as a group. He shivered at the thought of having their pups. A week ago he would have thrown up at the thought, now it excited him. Maybe he was about to go into heat. He’d only made it through his pre-heat at the facility before they’d pumped him full of some kind of drug to stop it in it’s tracks so they could perform their invasive and painful tests. Was this what a heat felt like? If he went into heat on the streets he’d be torn apart. A giggle escaped his lips but he bit it back. He should be afraid but whatever alpha pheromones surrounded him had him still bobbing along the waves. “Packs share all the time,” Jensen said. See. I was right. “Most packs aren’t like our packs. There’s betas in the mix, there’s more than one omega. What if our ruts sync up? You think he can handle six alphas knotting him several times a day for a week or longer? Could we?” Ryker scoffed. “There’s ways to stop that. Meds. Isolation. We’ve all ridden out a rut alone to keep from triggering the others. But it doesn’t even matter. He’s an omega. He was made for this.” Ridley shifted, biting down on his lip at the way his nipples hardened and his cock leaked. He was already so wet there was no way Diesel couldn’t smell it and feel it. Diesel chuckled. “I don’t think it's the crisis you think it is. Our little omega seems to agree with Ryker. He likes the idea of six on one. Smell him.” Diesel nosed behind Ridley’s ear, murmuring, “You smell so fucking good. I want to drizzle your slick on my fucking waffles. I bet you taste amazing.” Ridley whimpered, pushing himself back against Diesel, molten lava bubbling between his hip bones at the idea of taking six knots. Diesel’s strong hands squeezed at his hips, then dragged him back against his thick cock grinding it against his ass. “Diesel, relax,” Jensen said around a laugh. “You can’t just mount him in the back of the van. Titus already looks like he’s going to blow an artery over this.” “For the record, I’ve never minded sharing,” Ryker said. “But our alpha seems a bit…tense over the idea.”“We’d let you have him first,” Diesel said, his hand sliding beneath Ridley’s thin t-shirt to splay across the bare skin of his belly. “As long as that’s what he wanted, obviously.” To Ridley, he said, “We don’t own you. Even if you’re pack. We’re not about that shit.” “Yeah, there’s already a pack hierarchy in place. We know our pecking order. The only possessive one is you,” Jensen reminded him. “How the fuck would you know?” Titus said. “When have you ever even seen me with an omega?” “Here,” Ryker said. “Right now. And you’re not really selling the easy breezy vibe.” Titus glowered at him. “We don’t do omegas. We all agreed.” “Things change,” Diesel said. “If Ridley has visions and his visions are never wrong, don’t we at least owe it to ourselves to consider it—consider him—before we dismiss him outright. He’s not safe without us.” “He’s not safe with us,” Titus insisted, expression pained. “Look, you’re the alpha and we always respect your decisions, but we decided everyone got a vote on the big decisions,” Jensen reminded. “This is a big decision. We shouldn’t be having this conversation without Sugar and Steele.” “Sugar will never agree to this,” Titus said, obstinate. Diesel glanced down at Ridley and smiled. Ridley smiled back dopily, another giggle slipping free. How long did these pheromones last? It was so nice to not feel scared or anxious or stressed. He hoped they’d let him have a bath and maybe some food before they turned him out on the streets. The vehicle came to a stop once more. Diesel flashed pearly white teeth and a devious smile towards Titus. “I guess we’re about to find out, huh?”