Vengeful Bonds S3 - Episode 4 - Deke (Patreon)

Here you go, Deke and Loch's POV as requested. I hope this reads as hot as it did in my own head. Unbeta'd/Unedited.

Deke watched with sharp eyes as Fen took his mate apart on the other side of the nest. Beside him, Seth was moaning like a whore, bouncing on Saint’s cock like they hadn’t seen each other in months. Binnie and San were wrapped around each other, lost in their own little world. But Deke was just…there, his alpha pacing inside him. He liked watching the two omegas together, liked the way Fenny worshipped Ollie’s pregnant body, but there was something restless building within him. 

I did that. That’s my pup in there. My baby. Ollie belongs to me. 

Deke tensed as he felt more than saw Loch’s presence behind him. Something was different. Off. Loch settled his weight on the blankets behind him. The pack alpha’s knees pressed against either side of Deke’s hips. Loch’s energy was usually soft, peaceful, calming. It’s why he was their alpha; it's why they’d never even considered anyone else. 

But Loch’s scent had shifted. It wasn’t acrid or sour, it wasn’t bitter on Deke’s tongue. If anything that petrichor scent was amplified, like Deke was standing in a field after a torrential downpour, the smell so strong he could practically feel the wet grass beneath his feet. Loch’s panting breaths were hot on his neck, making his already aching cock throb with awareness. 

His breath stuttered as Loch's hands settled at his hips. His inner alpha tensed, taking notice of the hold. Deke gave a low snarl that came from somewhere deep within, a warning. A signal that his alpha was already on edge. 

Loch’s low laugh scratched at him like nettles, leaving a strange itch in its wake. “What’s wrong, little alpha? Feeling a little territorial over your pregnant mate?” Loch’s lips ghosted across the back of his neck. “Or are you just feeling left out.” 

The pack alpha’s words were taunting, a challenge. His alpha was trying to bully Deke’s. He wanted a fight. He wanted to provoke. His fingers dug into the tender flesh at Deke’s hips, dragging him back into the cradle of his arms, then bear-hugging him, locking his arms at his side. 

Once more, Deke snarled low, earning another condescending chuckle from his alpha. 

“You think that growl’s gonna scare me, little alpha? You’re a pup, a baby. It’s cute, though. Adorable even,” Loch taunted, his lips now at Deke’s ear, his words low, just for them. 

Deke swallowed the fear clotting his throat, grateful Loch was holding him tight enough to quell the external shaking, even though his insides were vibrating with need. Need to what? Deke didn’t know. Fight? Fuck? Flee? It was hard to say. But Deke’s skin felt too tight for his body, the alpha inside him growing bigger and bigger. Deke had no doubt it would shred him to break free. 

Finally, he heard himself mutter, “Anyone who fucks me, runs the risk of getting turned. You’d be smart to stay away. I don’t want to be the reason anyone else suffers.” 

Loch didn’t release him. If anything his hold tightened. 

Deke’s alpha was growing more agitated by the second. Break free, attack, pin him down, show him you’re stronger. Faster. Show him who’s really in charge.

Deke wouldn’t be doing any of that. But his refusal threw his body into fight-or-flight, leaving him feeling like he’d swallowed a stick of dynamite. His heart was a sledgehammer against his ribs, his breaths ragged. His body was stiff, unyielding against the other alpha. Loch seemed to find the reaction amusing. That was somehow both humiliating, and the hottest thing Deke had ever experienced. 

Loch’s chuckle broke over him like warm water. “Only you could sit in the middle of a pack orgy and think any of us are suffering. Your mate’s over there being venerated. Does he look sad or distressed? Seth and Saint are still in their heat/rut bubble, Binnie and San, well, they’re…Binnie and San. Nobody is suffering. None of us are afraid of you.” 

His alpha bristled at that. “You should be,” he practically growled. “I don’t feel…stable.” 

Deke bit back a throaty moan as Loch bit his already swollen scent gland, not enough to pierce the skin. Just enough to send heat flooding his core, making his cock twitch where it hung heavy and neglected between his thighs. Now every part of him was quivering. It was humiliating. Especially when it was clear Loch’s alpha knew the effect he had on him. 

Loch sucked a bruise over the indentations his teeth had left, pulling another raw sound from Deke who was growing a little dizzy, his thoughts staticky. His inner alpha curled low in his chest, lulled by the cadence of a stronger one.

“Seems like our little alpha needs an attitude adjustment. I can do that,” he rasped. “I can remind you of your place in the pack, baby alpha.” 

Loch didn’t need to raise his voice. His existing was pressure enough to force Deke’s instincts to heel. Deke’s spine went soft, like his bones recognized who they belonged to, like they knew Loch was his alpha. Deke wanted to be taken in hand, to be used like a tool and put back in his place.

“Which is where,” he breathed. 

Loch’s breaths sounded more like snarls, his hand curling around Deke’s shoulder as he growled, “At the bottom.” 

Deke’s alpha snarled to life at those words, snapping his teeth like a cornered animal, like it realized Loch had tricked him somehow. Deke swallowed with a click, his throat suddenly desert dry. Inside, his alpha raged, but outside, Deke looked docile as a kitten, hanging on Loch’s every word, his whole body desperate for something more. If he was omega he would have flooded the whole nest with his slick. He bared his throat even as his alpha fought, body torn between obedience and rebellion.

Deke gasped as he found himself pitched forward, pinned beneath the heavy weight of Loch’s body, not quite presenting, but too close to it for his own alpha’s pride. Deke’s jaw clenched on a growl he didn’t remember summoning, his inner alpha determined to show how much he resented giving over control. 

Deke thrashed beneath him. “Get off me.” 

He meant for it to sound like a demand, but it came out more of a whining plea. But Loch didn’t flinch. He didn’t soothe. He pressed. His breaths were heavy against the back of his neck, saliva dripping onto his skin like he was considering sinking his teeth in. The thought shocked through him. Would Loch do that to him? Being scruffed was embarrassing, but to be scruffed in front of the whole pack? 

Loch’s pheromones flooded the room, overwhelming Deke’s own and dragging high-pitched whines from the omegas in the room. 

Deke’s alpha wasn’t feeling pleasure. His heart pounded like a war drum, each beat a challenge. Fight. Fight. Fight. Fight this. Fight him. His alpha felt caged. Desperate. 

“My alpha hates this,” he hissed, unable to stop himself from fighting. 

“But you love it,” Loch murmured. “I wish you could smell how fucking turned on you are. Out there, you might be some mythical creature. But here, in this nest, you belong to me. You all do. And I can do what I like with you.” Deke gave another desperate snarl. Loch laughed low. “Cute.” 

Deke’s nostrils flared, his body flooding with humiliation at Loch’s mocking tone. He was equal parts furious and turned on. Loch pinned his wrists against his lower back, holding him as he fought like it was nothing, like Deke truly was just a baby alpha. The harder he fought, the tighter Loch held on until it felt like Deke’s bones were rubbing together. 

“Calm down,” Loch warned. Too calm. Dangerous. Deke shivered beneath him as he voiced Deke’s worst fear out loud. “You don’t want me to scruff you right here in front of everyone. Do you?” 

“Calm down? You say that like it’s easy,” he growled, still squirming restlessly beneath him, now acutely aware of the hard length of Loch’s cock pressed against his ass. This was turning him on. 

Deke’s voice sounded wrong even to his own ears—high, too tight, like it belonged to someone much younger, someone less sure. A pup trying to posture. Wasn’t that what he was? His wolf howled in humiliation, but Deke throbbed with it, low and needy. 

“It is easy. I can make it easy for you,” Loch promised, his words low, almost hypnotic, weightless but heavy. “I can make you submit.” 

Deke shook his head sharply. “My alpha will never-”

Loch’s hold tightened and Deke’s alpha stilled, hackles up poised to attack. “Your alpha will do whatever I tell him to. He talks a big game, but here you are, pinned beneath me, trembling like a kitten.” He pressed his face into Deke’s neck, inhaling deeply. “It’s hot. The smell of your alpha’s rage turns me on.” 

“Shut up,” Deke said through clenched teeth, still fighting him even though he didn’t want to. 

“Careful,” Loch growled. 

Deke shook his head, his voice sounding pathetic even to his own ears. “Do you have any idea what this feels like? He’s trying to tear me apart from the inside.” 

“I won’t let that happen,” Loch said, voice sure. 

“He’s never going to let you bitch me,” Deke whined, wishing Loch was inside him already. There couldn’t possibly be enough room in there for Loch and his own alpha. If Loch was inside him, surely his wolf would have to just…submit. 

“Let me?” Loch said, voice rough like claws dragging over silk. “You belong to me. You all belong to me me,” he reminded, his words slow and deliberate like he wasn’t talking to Deke but the alpha within. “This is my pack. You answer to me. You submit to me.” 

Deke’s mouth went dry. This was not the Loch Deke knew. This was Loch’s alpha. The dominant one. The one who’d fucked Fenny so hard and so long that he’d wobbled like a baby deer for days after. Oh, fuck. He wished he wasn’t folded over his own knees. He wished his cock wasn’t trapped between his thighs. He just needed some heat, some friction. 

Loch made a sound that was almost like a low purr, suddenly his hand closed around Deke’s throat. He didn’t squeeze, didn’t threaten. Instead, his thumb massaged over Deke’s scent gland in a way that had his eyes rolling behind his lids, fighting the urge to arch his back, to present himself like a needy little omega. “I know what you need, baby alpha. Even if you don’t. Let me give it to you.” 

Deke whimpered. He honest to God whimpered like a wounded animal. “I want to. It's him that wants to fight. It’s like he’s clawing at my insides.” 

Loch’s tongue followed the shell of Deke’s ear, his words shocking through him as he said, “Let him rage. He’ll shut up once my knot’s locked inside you, when I’m breeding you like one of our omegas.” Deke exposed his throat without thought, dragging a primal sound from deep in Loch’s chest. “See? Your body knows. All you have to do is lay there and take it.” 

His alpha raged, coiled and furious, not at Loch—but at Deke himself. Weak. Needful. On his knees for someone stronger. 

Something cracked inside him. Not his resolve. Just the illusion of it. “Do it,” Deke rasped. “Don’t go easy on me. Make me take it no matter how hard I fight.”

The growl that left Loch’s chest vibrated through Deke’s whole being. The hand holding his wrists remained, but Loch’s weight disappeared. He felt him shifting, rummaging for something in the covers. Lube, probably. The sound of the cap was gunshot loud in Deke’s ears, clear even over the cries of pleasure surrounding him. 

His own voice joined theirs as Loch yanked back, forcing him to his knees. Loch’s chest seared the skin of his back, his scent flooding his senses like a drug. 

He jumped as two slick fingers probed at his entrance, lips settling over his scent gland, wiping the few thoughts he had left. Loch breached him roughly, nursing at the swollen gland, confusing the receptors in his brain until even he didn’t know if the ragged cry he released was pleasure or pain. 

“So tight,” Loch murmured, thrusting roughly, curling his fingers every time he drew back. His hips jerked as they dragged over that bundle of nerves, chasing the pressure with no grace or thought. “Like that, little alpha? Can’t wait to feel you milking my knot with your tight fucking hole. You’re just sucking me right in. Do you take your omega this well?” 

Deke’s alpha growled, but it died as Loch pressed hard against his prostate. His vision whitewashed, pleasure blinding as stars exploded behind his eyes, his body going limp against him against the much larger alpha.

Loch chuckled, biting at his shoulder. “Sorry, little alpha, but I think I like you just like this. Two fingers in and you're as submissive as any of our omegas.” His tongue curled lazily around the shell of Deke’s ear. It’s hot how easily you take it for me. It’ll be even hotter when I bend you over.” 

“Do it then,” Deke snarled, trying to mask his desperation with rage. 

Loch’s infuriating laugh told him he could see right through him. “You want me inside you, little alpha?” Deke didn’t answer, chest rising and falling, heart in his throat. Loch gripped his jaw hard, yanking his head to the side. “Then kiss me. Submit. Open that slutty little mouth and give me your tongue like a good omega would. Show me your submission.” 

Deke’s lips parted on a sigh as Loch crashed their mouths together. It was harsh, raw, sloppy, more teeth and spit than anything, but Loch seemed to love it, low rumbles leaving his chest every time he swallowed one of Deke’s needy whimpers. 

“Please,” he begged against his lips. “It hurts.” 

His words didn’t make much sense but Loch seemed to get it anyway. His fingers slipped free, leaving Deke clenching on nothing with a disappointed whine. 

“I want you on all fours, little alpha. Show them all how well you follow orders.” 

Deke obeyed without question, his head hanging heavy, unable to bring himself to look and see who watched them. He sucked in a startled breath, his body tightening as he felt the blunt pressure of Loch’s cock pressing against his rim. 

Holy fuck. 

Was that just the tip? What the fuck would his knot feel like. Before he could think too much about it, Loch breached him. The pain was like nothing he’d ever felt before, sharp, burning, Loch easily stretching him past the limits of his own body. He dropped to his forearms, teething sinking into his own flesh to keep from crying even as his alpha howled with rage. 

When Loch thrust forward, Deke flinched away without thought. Loch’s palm landed hard between his shoulder blades, pinning him in place. “Uh-uh, little alpha. You said you wanted this. Now you’re gonna take it.” 

Tears leaked onto the covers below. Deke’s teeth broke skin, the taste of his own blood flooding his mouth as Loch bottomed out. He swore he could feel the alpha in his fucking throat. 

Despite Loch’s taunt, he didn’t move right away, letting Deke’s body adjust to the invasion. After a few minutes, he pulled back. The sharp pain was now a dull ache, more a bruise than a burn. His first few thrusts were slow, testing, like he was testing Deke’s body’s limits. 

Deke was already trembling, his body coated in sweat. Each slow drag had Loch dragging over Deke’s prostate. It was like being punched by pleasure, violent and dizzying in the best possible way, making Deke let out moans that rivaled Seth’s earlier pornographic cries. 

Loch began to sling his hips faster, almost like he couldn’t help himself, like his whole mission was to drag more pleasured noises from Deke’s addled brain. Ollie had fucked him dozens of times and he’d fucked half the people in the room, but he’d never truly understood what it meant to be taken…used, until that moment. 

Was this what Ollie felt like beneath Deke? Was this why he whimpered and cried, why he arched his back and begged for him to go harder…deeper? Why he begged to be knotted and bred? Deke had thought it was all instinct but the words were there, lodged in his throat as he fought the urge to beg. 

He was no longer on his forearms, his weight was on his chest, his face mashed into the blankets to hide his desperation. He was boneless, sweat-slick, pliant in Loch’s hold. The alpha’s blunt nails dug into one hip while his other hand remained firmly planted between his shoulder blades, keeping him just where Loch wanted him. It took Deke far too long to realize his arms were no longer pinned behind his back, but lying slack on the blankets. 

“Look at you now, taking me so well,” Loch growled. “Letting me use you like a proper bitch. See how good it feels when you finally let go? When you learn your place?” 

Deke couldn’t even respond. He was syrup-slow, brain sloshing in bliss, too far gone to track time or thought. He trembled, hand moving to wrap around his own neglected cock, pumping himself in time with Loch’s vicious thrusts. Drool slicked the corner of his mouth, but he didn’t have the will to care. He was wrecked, beyond ruined, beyond shame. He was wanted. He was loved. He belonged. To Loch, to their pack. To Ollie and their baby. He was one of them. 

His scent had shifted, sweetened, a bloom of chemical devotion broadcast loud enough to silence any challenge. His alpha had rolled belly-up inside him, panting with relief, no longer at war with itself. He’d spent so much time holding his dominance together, and now it had melted into something softer, sweeter. A hazy drug-like bliss. 

 Suddenly, Loch’s hand was in his hair, yanking him upwards, forcing him to look at the others—at Ollie—realizing they all looked back at him. Ollie looked so beautiful. And he watched him through pleasure-heavy lids, his gaze greedy, like he enjoyed watching his alpha bend. 

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

“Yes,” Deke hissed. “Do it. Knot me. Fuck.” 

“Good boy,” Loch taunted, releasing him to collapse into the swear-soiled blankets as he continued to fuck him into the bedding. “You would have been such a pretty omega. You go ass up so easily. For all your alpha’s talk you barely even put up a fight. I think maybe you love this.” 

“Yes, alpha,” Deke slurred, starting to work himself once more, desperately, sloppily, trying to keep up with the way Loch was driving into him. 

“Did I give you permission to touch yourself?” Loch asked, deliberately slowing, changing the angle until each slow thrust hit directly against Deke’s prostate, wringing strangled cries of pleasure from deep within. 

Deke sobbed. “Please? Please, alpha?” 

“I bet I could make you come just from this alone,” Loch rasped. “I wish you could feel the way you clench around me every time I thrust into you. No matter how hard I fuck you, your still tight as a virgin. It's almost painful. Even with the gallon of lube I’m using.” 

Loch gave a couple of deliberate thrusts, letting Deke hear the filthy squelch of lube. He tried to speak, to say something, but what came out was just another desperate sob. He let his hand fall, his cock hanging heavy and neglected, swollen and angry red from abuse. 

Loch sped up his thrusts once again, every deliberate drive of his hips causing Deke’s cock to weep, wringing drop after drop out of him. He needed to cum. He needed it so badly. Had anyone ever died from this? 

“What’s wrong, little alpha?” When Deke didn’t answer, Loch blanketed himself over him, not breaking his rhythm. When his silence dragged, Loch laughed. “I can’t help you if you don’t tell me. Do you want to touch yourself that badly? Hmm? Want to jerk your useless alpha cock while you play bitch for me?” 

Deke nodded frantically, another messy sound leaving him. He was past humiliation, past caring if the whole pack saw him like this. He just wanted to keep his alpha happy. 

“Fine,” Loch said as if he was doing him a favor. “You can touch yourself, but you better not come until my knot’s buried inside you.” 

Relief flooded him. Loch’s weight disappeared as Deke took himself in hand once more, forcing himself to pay attention to the way Loch fucked him. The pack alpha’s knot was already swelling, punching painfully past Deke’s tender rim with every harsh thrust, making Loch release these low animalistic grunts that could have been pleasure or pain or some combination of the two. 

Soon every thrust had Deke crying too, Loch’s knot stretching him in a way that defied physics. He wasn’t an omega. His body wasn’t made for this. He’d heard people say something was both too much and not enough but he’d never understood it until now. It felt like his body was going to rip in half, but if Loch stopped now, Deke might actually howl in sorrow. 

“Please—Alpha, please, I need—let me—” he heard himself babble. 

“Not. YUet,” Loch snarled, hips snapping harder, faster, chasing his own release. 

Deke wailed. He could feel all eyes on him, knew that his own mate watched their pack alpha use him like some breeding bitch. Maybe it should have made him feel powerless, but it didn’t. It made him feel wanted, needed, used in a way that he couldn’t quantify. 

He wanted to stroke himself in time with Loch’s thrusts but he knew he was too close to the edge, he also knew he wouldn’t like what happened if he disobeyed his alpha and came too soon. 

Deke wasn’t even trying to hide how wrecked he was anymore. His face was a mess of tears and drool and snot. He cried hard every time Loch’s rapidly swelling knot punched in and out of his abused hole. 

“I can’t…Please…I can’t…” Deke sobbed. 

Loch snarled at Deke’s babbled pleas but said nothing. It took only two more thrusts. Loch drove home one final time, Deke’s body locking up tight around him, trapping the other alpha’s knot inside. Feeling the alpha tugging at him from the inside, feeling the way he frantically fucked him in short, shallow aborted thrusts had Deke’s pleasure-pain receptors firing on overdrive. 

It was like nothing he’d ever felt before. 

“Please,” he begged, his words sounding slow, off, even to his own ears. “I need…” 

Loch’s weight fell heavy over him again, sounding half-drunk as he said, “Go ahead, little alpha. You earned it.” 

Relief flooded him. He fisted himself until it hurt, until he was whining in frustration. His wrist hurt, his whole body ached with fatigue. He needed more. It wasn’t enough. He needed his alpha. Only Loch could really wring him dry in the way he craved.

Finally, Loch batted his hand away. “Little alpha needs help with everything, huh,” he panted against his ear. 

Deke nodded frantically, eyes rolling as Loch took him in hand. The pack alpha was vicious, brutal, working him with singular purpose, every stroke ringing a strangled cry from him. He could feel it building, the heat, the pressure, his own knot swelling uselessly. He couldn’t stop himself from wrapping his hand around it, groaning as something akin to ecstasy flooded him. 

One final stroke of Loch’s large, rough palm and Deke was falling, his release jetting from him like he hadn’t come in months, wringing a pained groan from Loch as he clenched on his knot. Deke whined, his vision blacking out as Loch flooded him, breeding him as promised. His knot throbbed against Deke’s prostate, dragging out the waves of Deke’s pleasure until he forgot how to breathe, until rational thought was a distant memory. 

He didn’t remember collapsing, but he must have. Loch was a reassuring weight crushing him into a nest that wreaked of home, pack, everything he loved in the world. He heard himself giggle even as his thighs trembled, twitching with aftershocks, every nerve overfed and underwhelmed by anything but him. He couldn’t remember his name. Didn’t need it. His body was limp but lit—open, humming with alpha-scent and sated submission.

Everything felt distant but perfect, like floating just beneath the surface of warm water. When Loch captured his lips, Deke opened obediently, not contributing, just letting him plunder his mouth as he liked. When he rolled them onto their sides, Deke didn’t resist. He couldn’t. He was knot-drunk in every way a person could be. 

When he opened his eyes again, both Fen and Ollie were in front of him, looking down at him with curiosity. “Wha’?” he slurred. 

Ollie reached a hand down and rubbed at Deke’s lower belly. “Now we both have a bump,” he said teasingly.

Deke’s hand floated to where Ollie’s lay, only to find that he was right. He pushed down curiously, earning a sleepy moan from Loch. The alpha’s cock was so big he could feel it through his own belly. How had he managed to take something that big? How did Binnie do this regularly? Deke felt like he’d been fucked by a battering ram. 

But even as he felt the ache—even though he knew it would only be worse when the alpha slipped free—he couldn’t stop the dopey smile that spread across his face. He pulled Ollie down with him, gathering him against him, burying his face in the familiar scent of his mate. “I love you,” he heard himself mumble into his neck. 

Ollie gasped like he’d touched a live wire, before he hesitantly whispered, “I-I love you, too.” 

Fenny giggled behind Ollie. “Why do you sound so surprised? You’re mates. You’re having a baby together.” 

“Shut up,” Ollie mumbled, burrowing closer, hand stroking soothingly over Deke’s hip, a habit he’d had since they met. “We’ve just never…said it before.” 

Deke’s eyes flew open at that, his heart fracturing. “Have I really never said it before?” 

Ollie’s cheeks darkened, his gaze floating away from Deke’s. He gave a stilted shake of his head. “No. But…I’ve never said it either. It’s never really been our…thing. We kind of got thrown into a lot of this. I didn’t want to rush you.” 

“Oh, my God, this is so cute,” Seth whispered, like they were watching a romantic k-drama in the living room and not eavesdropping on two pack members making love confessions, one still tied on someone else’s knot. 

“You two are ridiculous,” San said. 

Deke wasn’t sure if he was talking about him and Ollie or Fenny and Seth. It didn’t really matter. He couldn’t fight the huge yawn that escaped. “Who’s down for a pack nap?” 

Wolf whined from the far corner of the nest like he’d been trying to do just that before the orgy broke out and ruined the vibes. 

Laughter sounded from around the room, making Deke’s chest feel floaty. Fenny laid down beside Ollie, but faced away from him, making room for Seth to curl up in his arms. Deke’s lids grew heavy as Saint slid into place behind Seth. He fell asleep with a smile still on his lips.