The Night Movers - Season 1 - Episode 27 (Patreon)

This is...what it is. I'm warning you now. Steele is an absolute asshole. Ridley loves it. If degradation kink isn't your thing, skip it. Also there is an excessive use of the word cunt in here. Talk of breeding and mpreg. You've been warned. 

Ridley’s heart raced as he took in Steele’s bored expression. There was something about the hard glint in his eyes. It wasn’t just the light from the projector making him look harsh. It was a challenge. A dare. Hell, maybe a warning. 

Steele’s brow went up, his jaw thrusting forward as they sized each other up. 

Yeah, it was definitely a warning. 

“If you want me to treat you like the others do, you should go,” Steele said. “I’ll do what I want with you and I won’t ask for your permission or your input.” 

Ridley shivered. Yes, please. 

He’d known Steele wouldn’t baby him like Diesel or lose his mind over him like Titus. The others were wary of Ridley, but they at least seemed to enjoy his company. Steele didn’t like Ridley, and he didn’t trust him either. But the alpha definitely wanted to fuck him. Ridley wanted him, too, even if it meant doing it on Steele’s terms. 

It was clear the alpha was pushing him away, trying to make him so uncomfortable he would just leave. But he couldn’t do it. Ridley’s omega was foaming at the mouth at the thought of letting Steele breed him. He had to fight the urge to present every time the alpha gave him that dismissive once over. He wanted to show him he could be good for him, that he could be whatever the alpha needed. 

The longer Steele sat there with that condescending look on his face, the more Ridley squirmed, anticipation and desire building within him until the urge to beg was a living, breathing thing inside him. 

He rubbed his ass against Steele’s cock again, biting his own lip to keep from moaning loudly at the delicious pressure. “Do what you want with me.” 

Steele’s half smile set Ridley’s nerves on fire. “Whatever I want, huh?” He slid his hand up, up, up to tangle in Ridley’s hair. He hissed as Steele’s fingers gripped him tight. “You can’t imagine the things I fantasize about doing to you.” 

Ridley cried out softly at the pain in his roots. 

“Like what?” he managed. 

Steele dragged him in by his hair, dropping his voice as he pressed his words against his ear. “I want to make you crawl for me. I want to make you beg. I want to hurt your feelings, then fuck you while you cry, and then I want to punish you for crying.” 

Ridley salivated at his words, slick gushing from his hole, soaking into the fabric of Steele’s sweatpants. He swallowed audibly, cheeks flushing. 

Steele smirked up at him. “Yeah, you like that, huh? So mouthy out there, but as soon as we’re behind closed doors, you’re begging to be used.” 

Pain lanced through him at the alpha’s cold assessment. “Pack omegas are supposed to be easy for their alphas,” Ridley said, stubbornness leaching into his tone. “We’re bred that way.” 

“You’re not just easy, strawberry; you’re fucking insatiable. How many knots have you had since you got here? Hell, how many times did you get fucked before we left? Yet you were practically begging Titus to let us fuck you right beside Rurik’s still warm body.” 

“Shut up,” Ridley muttered, heat prickling along his skin even with the frigid wind blowing around the large space. 

“Why? The truth hurt?” 

Ridley could feel himself sulking. “The truth?” 

“Yeah, the truth,” Steele taunted. “You love the attention. You were dripping slick from all that alpha attention. Every alpha in that place could smell how disappointed you were when Titus wouldn’t let us put you on all fours and breed you while they all watched.” 

Ridley opened his mouth to protest, shaking his head, but Steele tightened his fingers in his hair once more. “Don’t fucking lie to me. Even now, you’re gushing slick at the thought of it. You would have loved public breedings back in the day, huh? Letting us run you down, then bend you over in front of the whole town?” 

“Shut up,” Ridley whispered again, mostly because there was no hiding his body’s response. 

“I won’t,” Steele murmured. “It’s only the truth. During your heat, even the six of us weren’t enough for a greedy slut like you. The minute one pulled out, you were on your knees for another, begging for another knot. Even when you lost consciousness, you whined every time your ass or mouth were empty.” 

Almost like his omega wanted to prove Steele’s point, Ridley heard himself whimper, unable to stop himself from grinding down on the thick cock pressed against his wet ass. 

Steele released Ridley’s hair, then gave him a disappointed look that made his insides melt like a marshmallow in the summer sun. “You’re making such a fucking mess right now,” he chided. “And I’m not even doing anything to you.” 

Ridley couldn’t take Steele’s derision anymore. He dipped his head to find the alpha’s lips, but he ducked away, gripping Ridley’s jaw with his hand. He dug his fingers into his cheeks, tipping his head to the side with slow deliberation. 

Ridley yelped as Steele’s sharp teeth sank into his throat, piercing the skin. 

“No kissing,” the alpha rasped, lapping at the blood dripping from Ridley’s wound. 

Rejection knifed through his ribs, sharp and exacting. “What?” he said, voice thick. 

Frustration swelled in his chest as Steele moved lower, sinking his teeth into Ridley’s throat once more until he cried out. Steele soothed the marks with his warm, wet tongue, pulling another desperate moan from Ridley. 

“Oh, don’t pout,” Steele crooned, lips dragging over his Adam’s apple, before he dipped his tongue into the hollow of his throat. “You haven’t earned it yet. Be a good boy for me, and maybe I’ll let you have what you want.” 

Let you. 

Ridley’s thoughts grew foggy, his cock throbbing at Steele’s display of dominance. He tried to blame his biology. Omegas were hard-wired to submit to alphas. That’s all this was. Steele was just better at pulling Ridley’s strings than the others. That’s why he was on fire. No other reason. 

Even as he tried to rationalize his body’s response, he tried to rock himself against the alpha, desperate for some much needed friction. He whimpered as his hard length dragged against Ridley’s much smaller cock. 

“Greedy, greedy,” Steele said, shaking his head, biting Ridley’s chin. 

“But….you kissed me earlier,” he said faintly. 

Steele scoffed at that. “You didn’t leave me much choice, did you?” Steele said like he was talking to a child. “I couldn’t spoil the illusion for our toy’s new broken pet. Your recklessness has already put us in too much danger.” 

Another sharp pain lanced through him at Steele’s casual jab. Was that why Steele didn’t like him? Because he thought Ridley was putting everything they worked for in jeopardy? Was he wrong? He’d barely been there a week, and he had already turned their lives upside down. 

Was Rain truly the only reason Steele had kissed him? Because he’d put him on the spot? Something dark and bitter coiled inside him. In the beginning, Steele’s barbs had felt like banter, nothing the others hadn’t teased him over during his heat. But now it felt like a deep-seated hostility, one he was barely containing. 

“You kissed me when I was in heat, too,” Ridley pushed, desperate to prove himself wrong. 

“No alpha can resist an omega in heat,” he said, sliding his hands up under Ridley’s shirt. His lids fluttered as warm, rough hands skimmed his belly up to his chest. “Especially one as inexperienced as you. You were such a needy little thing, crying and begging for a knot, slicking all over the place, looking up at us with those big doe eyes while we defiled you in every conceivable way.” 

The hard edge to his voice made Ridley lightheaded, a fresh wave of slick releasing between them, the frigid air on his wet skin making him shiver. There was no way Steele didn’t feel the effect he had on him. 

“I thought it was your heat that made you this pathetic, but look at you,” Steele taunted, thumbs teasing his nipples until he whimpered. “Sitting here grinding on my cock like a little whore.” He pinched the taut peaks meanly, twisting until Ridley gave another pained cry. “Do you just need to be hanging off a knot 24/7?” 

Tears pricked at Ridley’s eyes, even as he rocked against him, each roll of his hips shooting pulses of electricity through his bloodstream. 

For all Steele’s vitriol, he was rock hard beneath Ridley, his pupils practically black in the dim light of the projector. He studied Ridley with a barely restrained hunger that made him clench down on nothing. He was so empty. Steele was right. He hated the feeling. Nothing felt better than when he was fucked full, belly swollen with their seed, an alpha knot buried inside him. 

Tears pricked at his eyes. 

“Aw, you gonna cry for me, strawberry?” Steele crooned, soothing over Ridley’s swollen nipples. “Do it. Maybe if I see tears, I’ll take pity on you and bend you over the back of the sofa, give you what you’re so clearly desperate for.” 

“Fuck you,” Ridley snapped. 

Steele tsked, leaning forward enough to run his tongue along Ridley’s bottom lip, retreating when he tried to kiss him. “You haven’t earned that yet either,” he chided. When Ridley made a noise of frustration, Steele gave him that same unbothered look, but this time, it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Take what you’re given or find someone else to play with. Makes no difference to me.” 

Ridley had never felt so… small, so…dirty, it made his whole body throb. He wanted him so badly. He’d beg if Steele demanded it. He’d do anything if it meant getting what he wanted. “Why are you being so mean?” he asked, words clotting in his throat as his tears welled. 

Steele gave him a look of mock sympathy, his hands slipping from beneath his shirt, one settling on his thigh, right beside his aching cock, the other wrapping around his throat, dragging him closer. “The same reason you’re still sitting in my lap, rubbing off on me like a horny little puppy instead of looking for someone else to make you come.” 

Steele darted forward, sinking his teeth into Ridley’s bottom lip, making him whine as his mouth filled with the taste of copper pennies. 

“And why’s that?” Ridley asked, dazed. 

Steele’s hand tightened on his throat. “Because you fucking love it.” 

Ridley’s blood was too hot, his thoughts scattering like leaves every time Steele’s hand tightened around his neck. “Don’t act like you know me,” Ridley slurred. 

Steele cupped Ridley’s cock through his shorts, dragging another desperate moan from him. “I don’t need to know you to know what a twisted little slut you are. I can smell how fucking wet this is making you. I can smell the pheromones your horny little omega is pumping into the room, trying to get me to give you my pups. You can pretend you don’t like it, but you can’t hide the slick gushing from your greedy little hole or the way your pupils are blown, or that you can barely form a coherent sentence. Just admit you like being bullied. It can be our little secret.” 

Ridley’s tears finally broke free, rolling down his feverish cheeks. “I fucking hate you.” 

Steele studied his face. “Good. Remember that feeling. Remember how much you hate me. It’s better if you fucking hate me.” 

Why would he want Ridley to hate him? What was wrong with him? 

Before he could spiral down into his dark thoughts, Steele reeled him in, finally crashing their mouths together in a harsh kiss that felt more like an attack than affection. 

It didn’t matter, Ridley opened for him anyway, his tears falling unbidden. He let him sweep his tongue inside and taste every inch of his mouth. He let him bite and nip at his skin, let him suck painfully at his bottom lip. He was greedy with Ridley’s mouth, holding him still so he could take what he wanted. 

It was good. 

It was so, so good. 

Steele’s lips were warm and soft, even though his kiss was hard and punishing. He tasted like toothpaste and beer and smelled like pure alpha. Ridley was drunk on his scent, on the way his hands gripped him tight, pinning him in place. Every time he pulled away to breathe, Steele dragged him back in with a warning growl. 

A heavy emptiness settled in his core, his brain telling him it was an ache only Steele could fill. Arousal bubbled between Ridley’s hipbones like melted honey, his omega screaming that Steele needed to breed him. 

“So pretty like this,” the alpha muttered between kisses. 

There was no way he looked pretty. He could feel how flushed his face was, knew his eyes were red and swollen, knew Steele could taste his tears every time they kissed, knew his nose was running. 

“I’m always pretty,” Ridley lied, a pitiful sniffle ruining the cockiness of his statement.

“You’ll look even prettier when you’re crying on my knot,” he said, his hand sliding down to tease at the back of Ridley’s underwear, fingertips dipping beneath the waistband but going no further. 

“You’re so sure of yourself,” Ridley whispered, his arms wrapping around Steele’s neck, growing more and more pliant with each kiss. 

“You’re the one who just told me how pretty you are,” Steele reminded him. 

“And you agreed,” he countered. 

“You are pretty, beautiful even. That’s why the others cater to you…baby you…give you anything you want. Even if it means ruining everything we’ve worked for,” he added bitterly. 

His words twisted Ridley’s insides into knots. He pushed him away enough to look at him. “You’re such an asshole.” 

Steele’s jaw tightened. “Then leave. I’ll only get worse if you stay. If you want someone to pamper you, go fuck the one who calls you princess…or maybe the one who proclaimed you our queen in front of the whole damn arena.” 

Ridley didn’t move. They just stared at each other, each daring the other one to stop whatever this was between them. Finally, Ridley broke free of his gaze. “That’s not what I want tonight,” he admitted in a barely audible whisper. 

Ridley sucked in a broken breath as Steele’s hand slipped inside Ridley’s ruined underwear, his fingers sliding between his cheeks to rub over his swollen rim.

“Then what do you want?” Steele asked, voice dark. “This?” 

Before Ridley could answer, Steele impaled him on three fingers without warning, dragging a pained yelp from him. Steele didn’t apologize. He crashed his lips into Ridley’s, fucking his tongue into the warm cavern of his mouth in time with each shallow thrust. “Fuck, our alpha fucked you good,” he rasped. “You’re already so wet and open, your greedy little hole just sucking my fingers right in.” 

Ridley pushed back on Steele’s digits, trying to force them deeper, trying to get them to that spot that was always too deep for him to reach on his own. “Please.” 

“Please, what?” Steele asked, pulling back to watch Ridley’s face as he curled his fingers inside him. 

Shame curled inside Ridley as he forced himself to give Steele what he wanted. “Please, alpha. I wanna come,” he whispered, his whole body in flames. “Make me come…please?” 

Steele’s fingers stilled inside him. “Who’s stopping you? If you want it, work for it.” 

Ridley sobbed in frustration. He held Steele’s gaze as he grabbed the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head, then dropping it to the floor. Steele’s tongue teased at the corner of his own mouth, reclining slightly like he didn’t want to miss whatever show Ridley was about to give him. 

“You fucking slut. You love this,” Steele said. “Go ahead, show me how hot you look riding my fingers.” 

Ridley whined, but did as he was told. He pressed his palms to Steele’s knees, tossing his head back and arching his back, rolling his hips experimentally. He gave a frustrated sob. The angle was all wrong. His underwear still stretched taut across his cock, the fabric rubbing uncomfortably against the sensitive tip each time he moved. It felt less like sex and more like an endurance trial. Still, if Steele wanted him to work for it, he would. 

When he opened his eyes again, the smirk on Steele’s face had disappeared, replaced by an intense hunger that made the air around them crackle. Ridley did his best to come on the alpha’s fingers, but it was no use. 

“If you’re just going to be completely useless,” he panted, “at least give me your dick.” 

Steele arched a brow, then slipped his fingers completely free, leaving Ridley clenching around nothing. Before he could complain, Steele hoisted him into the air, carrying him from the room. The wind had teeth, the frigid air settling in his bones. He was practically naked, his underwear sopping wet. 

Goosebumps erupted on his skin as he buried his face in Steele’s neck, huffing his scent like paint, the dizzying effects more devastating to his brain chemistry than any drug. His anxiety spiked when he peeked at their location, only to find Steele walking toward Ridley’s room. Would he just dump him there, leave him aching and empty?

If anyone would, it was Steele. 

Something unknotted within him as the alpha walked past Ridley’s room to a hallway he’d never seen before. He took another left turn, then shoved open the third door on the right. Once inside, he kicked it closed behind him, plunging them into absolute darkness. Ridley blinked rapidly, trying to orient himself in the absence of light. He couldn’t see his hand in front of his face, much less Steele’s expression. 

The alpha didn’t seem to have a problem navigating the inky blackness of the room, but alphas had better night vision than omegas or even betas. He gasped as Steele tossed him onto the bed, inching backwards until his head hit a pillow. The mattress sagged at the bottom, then rough palms skimmed their way up Ridley’s calves to his slick-damp thighs. 

“Lets get these off you,” Steele murmured. 

Ridley’s heart was in his throat, hammering so hard he was sure he might choke on it. He couldn’t even answer. There was something so…erotic about hearing Steele’s voice, feeling his touch, but not having a clue what he’d do next. He had no context clues, no facial features to read. He couldn’t even look into his eyes. He was completely blind to Steele’s thoughts. All he had was the scent of their mutual desire clinging to the air between them. 

Steele’s thumbs hooked in Ridley’s waistband, dragging the wet fabric down his legs, before tossing it over the bed where it landed with a wet slap that had Ridley’s cheeks burning. 

Strong hands clamped around Ridley’s hips once more, lifting him higher and higher until Ridley’s body was curled in on itself, his shoulders baring most of his body weight, his ass in the air. 

“What-” Ridley’s question became a strangled moan as Steele buried his face in the cleft of his ass, closing his mouth around his swollen rim, drinking his slick straight from the source. 

“Oh, fuck. Fuck,” Ridley whimpered, his fingers knotting in the blanket below. “That’s so good…so good…hnf…please…” 

Ridley babbled mostly to mask the wet sounds of Steele devouring him. He ate Ridley out like it was his only purpose in life, alternating between sucking greedily at his rim and kitten licking around it. 

“Your tongue…so good, so soft…need more.” 

Ridley was long past coherent thoughts or embarrassment. Steele’s fingers dug bruises into Ridley’s hipbones as he held him in place. Would they leave bruises? He wanted them to leave bruises. He’d wear something that showed them off to the world. Everyone would know Steele had used him, fucked him, bred him. 

The tip of Steele’s tongue plunged past his rim, dragging another wail from Ridley. The alpha repositioned him slightly, so he could force his tongue deeper, like he was determined to suck every drop from him. 

“Fuck, please, I need more,” Ridley babbled, his head tossing back and forth, his hands fisting the sheets. “Your knot…need your knot…need your cum, please. Please…alpha. Breed me. Breed me.” 

Steele’s responding growl vibrated through the heart of him, sending a lightning bolt of heat through him. He was already so close, just from Steele’s nimble tongue. What would his cock feel like? 

“You can do better than that,” Steele growled. “Beg me to breed your slutty little hole. Beg me to pup you. Beg me to breed your desperate little cunt and maybe I’ll give you what you want.” 

Ridley was too far gone for pride. “Please, please, alpha. I need it, need you. Fuck me, breed me, knock me up. Put your pups in me. Please. Please, just fill me up. Just…hurry, please. It hurts,” he cried, the last word lost in a sob. 

The noise that escaped Steele’s lips was more animal than human. Ridley found his world upended as the alpha flipped him onto his stomach, yanking his hips upwards. “How are you so fucking desperate for a knot? Titus fucked your sloppy little cunt earlier. We could hear you crying from a mile away. Fuck, I can still taste him inside you.” 

The thought dragged a moan from him. “Alpha…” 

“Yet here you are in my bed, ass up and begging, so loose I don’t even need to stretch you.” 

Ridley choked out a startled sound as Steele bottomed out in one go, filling him perfectly, the stretch just this side of too much. 

The alpha pressed a hand to Ridley’s lower back, correcting his form. “That’s it. Arch your back for alpha. Gotta work on your presentation. We’ve clearly already spoiled you too much,” he rasped, pulling back until only the thick head of his cock remained inside. 

Ridley didn’t even have time to retort before he slammed home once more, driving Ridley up the bed. He wailed, burying his face in Steele’s pillow, attempting to maintain his last shred of dignity. 

It didn’t work. 

There was no slow roll of his hips, no subtle build up. Steele held his hips in a vice grip, pounding into him like he hated him, like he was trying to carve out a permanent space inside him. Every single thrust prodded Ridley’s prostate until pathetic whimpers poured from his lips like a wounded animal. 

“Fuck. You were made for this,” Steele muttered. “Made to be on your knees, getting every hole fucked and filled. Our perfect little omega whore. Fucking insatiable. You’re only happy when you’re crying on a knot. You’d love it if we just passed you around all day, fucking you so full of our cum you look pregnant. Or maybe you just want us to get you pregnant? Knock you up? Fuck you so full it would have to take…” 

Ridley’s release was barreling towards him, every word, every snap of Steele’s hips driving him closer and closer to the edge. He loved this. He loved being fucked, being degraded, being treated like his alphas’ own personal sex toy. He wanted to be used up, needed every hole filled just to feel complete. He didn’t want a baby, but he’d let them try. He’d let them breed him day and night if it meant he got to feel like this all the time. 

The alpha’s knot swelled with each thrust, punching past his rim again and again, punishing that bundle of nerves inside him. Steele draped himself over Ridley’s back, wrapping a hand around his cock, jerking him at the same brutal pace he fucked him, his knot battering painfully against his entrance. 

“Come on, strawberry,” Steele growled. “Let me in. Let me give you what you want. Let me breed you. Let me fill you up.” 

Ridley nodded even though there was no way Steele could see him. He was passing the point of no return. He could feel his orgasm building. “I’m gonna cum, alpha,” he panted. “Please. Please. Please, can I come? Please let me? Knot me, please. Wanna come on your knot.” 

Steele snapped his hips three more times before Ridley’s abused rim gave way, letting Steele’s knot in, locking them together. Ridley screamed, pleasure and pain causing sparks to explode behind his eyelids as he came hard, spilling onto the mattress below. Steele groaned as Ridley spasmed around his knot, slowly jerking Ridley through his pleasure. Warmth flooded him as the alpha spilled deep inside him. 

After a moment, Steele rolled them onto their sides, his arm tucked beneath Ridley’s head. He rubbed his cheek against Ridley’s scent gland, then licked at the bites from earlier. 

Ridley fought to stay awake as his lids grew heavy, but it was impossible with Steele’s rough fingertips caressing their way down his spine, over his hip, then back up again in the same soothing rhythm. 

“I’m gonna fall asleep if you keep doing that,” Ridley said, his words already slurring. 

“Then sleep, strawberry. What else is there to do?” 

“You’re gonna let me sleep in your bed?” 

“It’s not a marriage proposal.” When Ridley stiffened, Steele’s lips brushed his cheek. “Relax. I’m not kicking you out. We’ll talk in the morning.” 

Ridley didn’t know what to think about any of what had just happened. Steele was still a total enigma. He didn’t have time to ponder it, though. His thoughts were sinking further and further from the surface as he sank deeper into sleep. He drifted off to the feel of Steele mouthing at his scent gland.