Vengeful Bonds S3 - Episode 3 - Fen (Patreon)

Unedited/Unbeta'd 99% smut. I have no idea what I just word-vomited onto the page but I'm just going with it. Enjoy... Lactation kink sort of if you squint.

Fen

Fen was nervous. That was the only way to put it. He stood outside of Seth and Saint’s bedroom door, bouncing on the balls of his feet. Loch was at his back, his arms loosely around his waist. San paced the hallway, chewing on his thumbnail, casting nervous glances at his mate, who also appeared uneasy. Things were bad when even Binnie looked concerned. 

Fen glanced at the others as he worried at his lower lip. Ollie was laser focused on the bedroom door, like he could will it to open if he just stared at it long enough. Deke just leaned slumped against the wall, looking guilty, as if any of this was somehow his fault. 

Fen would only feel better once he saw Seth with his own eyes. How could they have let this happen? Why hadn’t he asked to talk to Seth on the phone? Why had he been so willing to just believe everything was fine? If anyone was to blame, it was Fen. He’d given Seth the pills. Of course he wouldn’t have been able to resist a medication that had all but assured him he’d get his baby…maybe two. 

“This isn’t your fault,” Loch murmured, hand coming up to press over Fen’s heart, holding him against him so he couldn’t continue to fidget. 

“Then whose fault is it?” Fen asked. 

“Mine,” Deke muttered. “It was my crackpot sister-in-law who handed you those fucking pills. All of this is on me.” 

“None of this is on you, either,” Loch said. “It’s nobody’s fault. We don’t know how much those pills affected Saint. His ruts were already near-feral before he fell in love with Seth. He’d been with alphas that couldn’t keep him in check. Even without the meds, his feelings for Seth could have caused this paranoia.” 

“Loch’s right,” Binnie said. “We don’t know that this had anything at all to do with the meds. And even if it did, it’s not anyone’s fault. Seth knew the risks. We all did. He clearly is more concerned with Saint than himself, right now. So regardless of what happened, it didn’t shake their feelings for each other. That’s all that matters.” 

Ollie stopped in front of Deke, cupping his face and forcing him to look at him. “Seth would have taken the pills no matter where he got them. If they’d been available via a doctor next month, he would have taken them then. He would have happily stayed tied up in that room for months, if it guaranteed a baby when he came out. You know it and so do the rest of us. This isn’t on you.” 

Before anyone could comment further, the bedroom door cracked open, Seth peeking out. Fen’s heart plummeted, but he forced himself to smile. It was only when his friend stepped into the light that Fen couldn’t stop the gasp that escaped. He slapped a hand over his mouth, trying to rein in his knee-jerk reaction. 

Seth wore one of his alpha’s long-sleeved t-shirts and some gray joggers, but there was no hiding what had gone on in that room. Fen didn’t know where to look first. He barely recognized his friend. He was swimming in Saint’s clothing, his skin pale, eyes hollow and bruised. Bite marks littered his skin, his cheeks, his throat…

Fen’s gaze dropped lower, taking in bruised hands and the barest hint of something more just beneath the sleeves Seth tugged over his hands when he noticed Fen observing him. Seth shrunk in on himself, not like he was embarrassed, but like he thought he might be in trouble. Fen wasn’t mad…he was horrified. 

Even Seth’s feet had teeth marks, right there on his instep. 

Saint had spent the last week marking every inch of Seth’s body, convinced the world was going to take him away from him. What the hell would they find under his clothing? They needed to get him somewhere where they could strip him down and treat his wounds, wherever they were. 

Before Fen could even think of something to say, Saint stepped out from behind Seth, curling a protective arm around his waist and pulling Seth back against him, scrutinizing the rest of the pack like they were strangers. Was this normal? Was this what Loch and Binnie were talking about? Was this just a consequence of Saint’s rut? Would this have happened even without the medication? Fen didn’t think so. 

Seth’s hands went to Saint’s forearm across his abdomen, holding him just as tightly as the alpha held him. Seth didn’t look confused or afraid, not like Saint. He just looked…wary, like he didn’t know what they might ask of him. 

Ollie was the first to step forward. Saint’s gaze snapped to him at his movement, his whole body stiffening, like he was preparing to fight if necessary. The aggressive posture had Deke growling low in the back of his throat. A warning. Saint snarled back. 

Ollie rolled his eyes. “Enough,” he barked sharply. 

He stormed to Saint, hands on his hips. “You need to snap out of it. We’re your pack. He’s our omega, too.” Saint’s lip curled at that but Ollie just puffed himself up like he was willing to fight the alpha if necessary. “We need to tend to his wounds before he ends up with some kind of infection. Is that what you want?” 

Saint’s brow furrowed, dropping to look at his mate, then he just seemed to deflate. He shook his head, but didn’t release him. 

“Good. He needs to come with us. You should stay with the other alpha’s.” 

Saint went to drop his arm from around Seth’s waist when Seth…burst into tears. “No. I’m not leaving him. I’m not. You can’t make me.” 

Fen frowned, pulse racing as he moved closer. “Baby, it’s only for a few minutes. We need to get you fixed up.” 

Seth was shaking his head, near hysterical now. “You can’t punish him.” 

“Punish him?” San echoed. “We’re not gonna punish Saint. You two have been locked away for days. We just want to make sure you’re both okay.” 

Seth only sobbed harder, shaking his head. “I’m not leaving him.” 

It was Binnie who stepped closer, keeping a wary eye on Saint. “Okay. It’s okay. How about this? Let’s all go to the pack nest? Yeah?”

That was Binnie. Ever the diplomat. 

Fen nodded. “Binnie’s right. That’s a good idea. We can take care of your injuries—” He stared pointedly at the smaller bites on Saint’s throat. “—Both of your injuries. And then we’ll have some pack bonding time. Yeah?” 

Still, Seth hesitated, looking at each of them in turn as if he could guess their intentions. Finally, he wiped his tears away with the sleeve of Saint’s shirt. “Fine.” 

Fen glanced nervously at Loch, who smiled warmly then gave him a subtle thumbs up. Heat spread through him. His alpha was proud of him. It might be stupid, but Fen liked it when Loch looked at him like that, like he was a good mate. Like he was capable of being the mate to the pack’s alpha. 

Seth turned and cupped Saint’s cheeks with his hands. “Can we go to the pack nest? Please, alpha?” 

Saint scanned the others, then gave a slow nod. Fen’s shoulders sagged with relief. 

The walk to the basement seemed to take hours and only seconds. Wolf joined the group on the first floor, then made his way down with the others, glued to Seth’s side. 

Once they made it to the pack nest—made from clothing pilfered from the pack’s dirty laundry—the pack separated. The alpha’s sitting at the top of the nest, the omegas at the bottom. Wolf gave a big stretch, then settled himself in front of the three omegas, lengthening his body like he was the line the alphas dare not cross. 

Maybe he was. 

Wolf was very possessive of Seth. 

Of all the omegas, really. 

He was the goodest boy. 

Ollie had his medical bag down there waiting. This had been their goal all along. They all needed time together in the pack nest. Loch said the scents would help pull Saint from his rut stupor. Ollie and Fen sat on the lip of the nest, while Seth stood. Fen tried to steel himself for whatever was under Seth’s clothing, but nothing could have prepared him for what they found. 

Tears sprang to Fen’s eyes but he blinked them away, grateful Seth faced away from them. He needed to get it together before Seth saw him and started jumping to conclusions. But it was hard when the evidence of Seth’s week was etched into his skin. There were bites and scratches everywhere. Everywhere. There were just too many to count. There were bruises, handprint shaped, fingerprint shaped…

And then there were the abrasions on his wrists. Seth had said he’d tied him up, but seeing the evidence drove home just how bad it was. The skin was raw in some places, irritated in others. There were a few places where the fabric had dug deep enough to make him bleed. 

Ollie said nothing, just pulled out his supplies while Fen finished helping Seth strip down. Deke growled as he took in the damage to his friend’s body. San whined, but swallowed it down when Binnie’s hand touched his neck. Seth looked around at each of them, then down at his own nude body. 

“Can someone else get naked? This feels weird,” Seth whispered. 

Fen laughed through his tears, dropping his hands to his own hem, tugging his shirt over his head and tossing it into the nest. The others followed suit, stripping down to nothing, then helping Saint do the same. He didn’t fight them, but he didn’t help either. His eyes were locked on his naked mate, roaming over the bare expanse of skin. 

It wasn’t hard to see he still wanted Seth. His gaze was hungry…greedy…possessive. Saint’s nostrils flared like they could taste the omega’s need in the air. Fen’s body responded before his brain could catch up, his dick half-hard, the air thick with horny alpha pheromones. And not just from Saint. 

His near feral desire for Seth was spreading like some kind of sweet poison, infecting each of them in turn. Ollie was hard, his nipples taut. He had his bottom lip clamped between his teeth as he worked, determined to get Seth squared away before they were all dragged under by Saint’s desire for his mate. 

Fen couldn’t stop himself from moving closer to Seth and Ollie, his hand sliding up Seth’s inner thigh, gathering the sweet slick that ran down his skin. He popped his fingers in his mouth, moaning around them at the candy taste. 

“Fuck, you’re always so wet,” Fen marveled, his own body releasing a torrent of slick like it was trying to compete with him. Fen glanced at Saint, noting his predatory gaze. “Can I play with him, alpha?” 

Saint grunted, giving a barely there nod. Fen crawled to kneel before Seth, displacing Wolf who grumbled, moving to the corner of the nest and curling up in a tight ball to sleep. Already tired of them. This time Fen didn’t bother with his fingers, he just ran the flat of his tongue over Seth’s bruised and battered thigh, gathering the slick in his mouth as he went. 

When he closed his mouth around Seth’s cock, the other omega jerked, whining high in his throat, his legs wobbling precariously. Seth’s hands found his hair, but only to keep himself upright. Fen was painfully hard now. The feel of Seth in his mouth, the way the others watched…it made the air feel…electric. Like that static that happened right before a lightning strike. 

Anticipation. 

When the last bandage was in place, Fen felt the mattress shift as Ollie joined them down in the pit. Seth gave another shaky cry that told Fen Ollie wasn’t just watching. When he pulled off Seth to breathe, he realized Ollie had two fingers buried inside the little omega. 

“Alpha,” Seth said, high and needy, dropping to all fours and crawling to Saint. 

He didn’t stop until he was seated in the alpha’s lap, mouths devouring each other like they were sharing oxygen, like they couldn’t breathe unless they were fused together in every way possible. Fuck, that was hot. 

Fen let his eyes roam Ollie’s body, his rounded tummy, his slightly bigger chest. He swallowed hard, unable to stop himself from gently tracing one hardened nipple. His breath caught as goosebumps erupted along Ollie’s skin. 

“Do you like that?” Fen asked, genuinely curious. 

Ollie nodded. “Every part of my body is so hyper-sensitive right now,” he admitted. 

“Really?” Fen asked, cock throbbing at the thought of coaxing a bunch of delicious sounds from the usually stoic omega. Ollie nodded. “Lie down.” 

Ollie hesitated, glancing at his alpha, eyes going wide when he saw both of their alpha’s were otherwise occupied…with each other. Loch was on his knees behind Deke, teeth scraping along the side of his neck, right over his pack mark. Deke’s eyes were closed, his cock hard and heavy against his thigh. 

“Lie down,” Fen said again, brain fog-soft, everything around him narrowing to touch and breath, the air syrupy. He guided Ollie down. “Lie like this,” he murmured. “I know you don’t want to miss my alpha topping yours.” 

Ollie gave a forced exhale through his nose as he watched his alpha’s eyes roll in pleasure at something Loch’s fingers were doing between his legs. For a moment, neither of them did anything more than just watched what unfolded on the other side of the nest. Binnie and San were lying on their sides, cocks buried in each other’s throats. Seth was riding three of Saint’s fingers. 

Fuck, he loved this. He loved his pack. He loved his family. He loved his life. These people were everything to him. The pheromones had him dizzy. He couldn’t get enough. 

Fen crawled over Ollie, hovering over him on all fours, taking in the other omega’s heavy lidded gaze, his softly parted lips. He looked beautiful. He dipped his head, licking softly into his mouth, slow and sweet. 

When he pulled away a single strand of saliva connected their lips. Fen broke it with his tongue, holding Ollie’s gaze as he bent down to lick over one swollen brown nipple. Ollie’s cock twitched, a ragged cry escaping before he could snap his lips shut. Fen smiled, biting his lip before bending down to lick over the other, his own dick throbbing when he pulled that same reluctant whine from him. 

“Your nipples are so dark now,” Fen noted. “Bigger, too.” 

Fen captured one between his lips, suckling it gently, earning a strangled moan,Ollie’s hips bucking, seeking something to grind against. Fen couldn’t stop playing. His fingers tugged and pinched gently, as his lips pulled at the swollen flesh. 

“How long before you start making milk?” Fen asked, chest heaving at the thought of doing this when Ollie’s tits were heavy and full. 

Ollie’s eyes rolled with pleasure, hips rutting up again helplessly. “I-I honestly—Oh, fuck—I’m not sure. A few months…may-hnf.” 

Whatever he was going to say died as Fen closed a hand around Ollie’s straining cock. He was dripping precum, enough for Fen to stroke him lazily as he continued to torture the other omega’s chest. “You’re so fucking wet. I bet I could make you come just by playing with you like this, huh?” 

Ollie didn’t have a chance to answer, as Seth’s sharp wail split the air. Fen’s hand squeezed around Ollie’s cock involuntarily as their heads snapped around to the source of the sound. Saint was on his knees, between Seth’s splayed legs, driving into him relentlessly as he held his hips suspended in the air. 

“Alpha…need your knot. Need it so bad,” Seth begged between sobs, making both Seth and Ollie whine in tandem. “Breed me. Fuck me full of your pups. Please, knot me. Knot me. Knot me.” 

“You love this, don’t you,” Saint growled. “Love them watching me breed you.” 

“Yes. Yes. Yes,” Seth cried, breath catching on every syllable, like his body couldn’t decide between speaking and crying. “Love them seeing how well you fuck me, how well you breed me.” 

Saint snarled, hips snapping faster. Ollie and Fen watched, mouths gaping, riveted at the sheer animalistic way Saint used Seth. It almost overshadowed Loch driving into Deke, who was ass up, his eyes glazed, drooling onto the fabric beneath him. He looked gone, almost like he was just as much of a victim to the pheromones choking the air as they were. 

Maybe he was. 

Being an enigma didn’t make him immune to the desires of his pack or the pack alpha currently fucking him through the floor of the nest. Loch fisted his fingers in Deke’s hair, yanking his head back until he cried out. 

“Gonna take my knot, alpha? Gonna show everyone here how well you play bitch for me?” Loch rasped, voice scraped raw.

“Yes,” Deke hissed, sounding somewhere between desperate and angry. “Do it. Knot me. Fuck.” 

Fen was leaking from both ends, desperate to be filled. He couldn’t take the emptiness anymore. 

“San. Binnie,” he said, unable to stop the whine in his words, pulling the two alpha’s out of their bubble. “We need you.” 

The two gave each other a look, then made their way to them. San looked them over, one brow cocked. “I don’t know. You two look like you’re doing just fine to us.” 

Fen sat back between Ollie’s spread legs, shaking his head. “We don’t want to be empty,” Fen said, pouting at his best friend with wide eyes. “But I still want to keep playing with Ollie. Look at how pretty he looks.” 

Ollie flushed at that, but still looked up at San expectantly. The alpha raked his greedy gaze over the pregnant omega, lingering on his swollen belly, then his flushed, leaking cock. “So pretty. Sexy, too.” San nudged Fen out of the way, taking his place. He fell forward, bracing his weight on his palm beside Ollie’s head. “What about you, omega? You wanna be full, too? Are you jealous that your alpha is getting filled and you're not?” 

Ollie opened and closed his mouth like he was trying to form words, but just ended up nodding instead. It must have been enough for San. He slanted his lips over Ollie’s, groaning when the omega opened for him easily. Fen was breathless just watching the way San kissed him. Like he was trying to claim him, conquer him, prove something to them both. 

“Hands and knees, Sunshine,” Binnie taunted. “I know you don’t want me obscuring your view.” 

Fen moved to Ollie’s other side where he could still play with Ollie and see the others while Binnie fucked him. Once he had him on all fours, there was no prep, no foreplay. Binnie impaled him with one hard thrust, driving a cry from him as his body fought to adjust to the invasion. 

Binnie fucked him hard, pulling almost all the way out, then driving back in, rocking Fen until he had to brace himself or risk falling over. Every thrust sparked lightning behind his eyes, rocking him to his core. He was leaking everywhere, so wet the squelch of slick was impossible to miss even over the moans and cries of the pack. 

He looked up from beneath half-hooded lids to see his own alpha drinking him in, every sling of his hips syncing with Binnie’s like he was somehow fucking Fen by proxy. His gaze seared his skin, setting his body on fire. God, he loved that man. He would prove it to him later. Part of him wished Loch was beneath him, Binnie behind him, both of them fucking into him at once. 

When San sank into Ollie, the pregnant omega groaned in relief, his knees catching over San’s thighs as the alpha gripped his hips, angling every thrust just so, making Ollie’s eyes roll back, and desperate little cries pouring from his lips.

Fen braced an arm on the other side of Ollie’s body so he could bend down and capture his nipple once more, sucking and licking at it, scraping his teeth teasingly. The sound of Ollie coming undone underneath him was almost as hot as Binnie’s fingers digging into his hips and his ragged panting breaths like fucking Fen was a workout. 

Maybe it was. Loch was longer, but Binnie was thicker, filling Fen in a way that made his toes curl every time he snapped his hips forward. Soon, a slow burn began to spread in Fen’s core like spilled ink, his cock desperately needing attention. He’d settle for just grinding on the mattress. 

“Oh, fuck,” Ollie gasped. 

The other omega was close already. Fen could smell it. Ollie’s scent was heavy, syrup thick. His skin was flushed, his spine arching to meet every one of San’s thrusts. His rhythmic panting devolved into babbled nonsense, half-finished phrases and desperate pleas. 

Ollie’s pleasure became Fen’s own, the sounds only enhancing every one of Binnie’s thrusts, driving Fen crazy. He captured the other omega’s lips in a filthy kiss that was more spit than anything. And just like that he was tipping over the edge with Fen’s tongue still plundering his mouth. He swallowed the other omega’s sharp wail, as he spilled his release onto his stomach. 

Binnie locked an arm beneath Fen’s chest, pulling him upright until his back was flush against the alpha’s chest. He used his other hand to knot his fingers in Fen’s hair, craning his head around to capture his lips. The kiss turned savage almost immediately, biting and nipping, like they could taste each other’s desperation. 

“My turn,” he growled against his lips. 

Fen moaned as Binnie gripped his wrists, then tipped him forward until the only thing keeping him from face-planting into the mattress was Binnie’s strength. His shoulders screamed, but his belly clenched, desperate for more. Every time Binnie slammed home, he hit that spot that lit up Fen’s insides, driving away all rational thought until even the pain became pleasure. 

Skin met skin, Binnie filling him just right, until Fen was the one unraveling, until Fen was the needy one. High, keening whimpers poured from his lips like they had Ollie’s until his cheeks grew wet with tears, sobs replacing his whimpers, his cock throbbing as heat coiled tighter and tighter in his belly. 

“I can’t-I can’t-” he sobbed. “Please, Binnie.” 

“Seriously?” Binnie teased, voice strained. “Your alpha hasn’t even broken a sweat. He’s still taking apart our baby alpha and you want me to let you come already?” 

“Please…” Fen sobbed, trying to blink away his tears to find Loch and Deke. 

Binnie tugged harder at his wrists. “Sorry, Sunshine. He’s not done yet. And neither am I.”

Fen wailed, relieved and disappointed when Binnie let his chest fall to the mattress, keeping his wrists captive in one hand. Binnie’s knot battered against his rim, driving the air from his lungs each time it almost caught. It was maddening. He was so close…so close…he just needed Binnie to knot him. 

“Please…” Fen said. “Just do it. Breed me. Knot me.” 

Binnie tsked. “I’m not the one keeping me out. Open up for me. Thought you wanted to be full?” 

Fen couldn’t talk, couldn’t think. He just made a sound he hoped conveyed how much he didn’t care how Binnie knotted him as long as he did it. It must have worked. He yelped as Binnie’s knot finally breached him, locking them together. Binnie continued to grind into him, his swelling knot pressing on Fen’s prostate just right, making his eyes roll as fireworks exploded behind his lids. 

Fen’s orgasm hit out of nowhere, the rush tearing through him, fast, sharp and blinding, tipping him over the edge. He came untouched, with something akin to a scream muffled into the fabric beneath him along with cum. Binnie groaned as Fen clenched on his knot. He continued to work himself against Fen’s ass until he came with another low moan. Fen could feel him pulsing inside as he filled him. 

Binnie collapsed on top of him, softly kissing the back of his neck before rolling them onto their sides. “Are you okay?” he asked softly. 

Fen gave him a satisfied smile, stretching luxuriously until his joints popped. “I’m amazing,” he said, around a yawn. “Did everyone else survive?” 

San was sitting beside them, back against the wall of the nest, Ollie collapsed in his lap, his head resting on his shoulder while the alpha traced lazy patterns on his back. They were still tied. He could no longer see the others, including his mate, but he was having a hard time keeping his eyes open. Hopefully, the rest of them were down for a pack nap in the nest. He fell asleep still smiling.