The Night Movers - Bonus #2 - Ridley & Diesel (Patreon)

Unedited/Unbeta'd. Pure unadulterated smut. There will be one for each of Ridley's alphas...I think. They come across a little mean in this

Unedited/Unbeta'd. Pure unadulterated smut. There will be one for each of Ridley's alphas...I think. They come across a little mean in this but in their defense, they're just as high off of Ridley's heat as he is of their pheromones. Anyway, enjoy...

Ridley’s first whimper rippled through the five alphas like a wave, each of them stiffening as the sound hit their ears. They looked at each other, then the boy, barely visible beneath the soft blanket. Diesel was the first to sit forward, sniffing the air. Even through the perfume of omega heat and alpha pheromones, the scent of Ridley’s distress sat like ash on Diesel’s tongue. 

The boy’s usually sweet smell was rapidly souring like rotting fruit. He needed a knot. It was just biology. 

“Hurts…” Ridley sobbed, eyes still closed. “Please…need your knot…hurts so bad.” 

Once more, they exchanged looks. It felt like a standoff, like they were each waiting to see who would be the first to move. 

Ridley kicked free of his blanket, his naked body coated in sweat and slick and blood. His little cock was hard and leaking against his belly, flushed a painful red. But the boy was in too much pain to notice. He writhed on the wet sheets, his hands fisting the fabric below, panting like he’d run a marathon. The urge to go to him, to put him on his knees and breed him, was growing like a living thing inside him. He couldn’t help it. It was instinct. It was primal. 

The next wounded sound that left the omega’s throat had Diesel and Sugar on their feet, both moving towards the bed. 

“What are you doing?” Steele asked from his spot on the floor in the corner, his voice knife sharp and filled with judgment. 

“What we have to,” Diesel said. “Look at him. He’s in pain. He needs his pack.” 

Steele gave him an incredulous look. “We’re not his pack.” 

Diesel tried to be patient with Steele. He understood he was a natural born pessimist who’d had a shit fucking life. He understood his need to guard his heart and his mind. But he was taking it too far. He’d decided that Ridley wasn’t their omega but their enemy. Some deep cover spy sent in to blow them up from the inside. He was being ridiculous. 

“That’s Titus’s mate. He’s going to be our pack omega. He’s ours. We can do what we want with him,” Diesel said, his anger flaring. 

Why was Steele fighting this so hard? Diesel could smell how badly the other alpha coveted the tiny omega. They all did. There was a barely restrained hunger…this tension stretching tighter and tighter by the moment. Any minute, that rope would snap and they’d fall on Ridley like a pack of rabid dogs. 

“Tell him,” Diesel said, looking at Jensen and Ryker. 

Jensen and Ryker, always together, moving as one. 

This time was no different. They moved closer, Ryker sitting at the edge of the mattress, carefully rolling Ridley onto his back. The omega whimpered, trying to resist, trying to curl back in on himself. But Ryker held firm so the two could look him over. 

Jensen peeled back his lids, wincing at whatever he saw. 

Ryker pressed the back of his hand to Ridley’s clammy forehead. “Temperature spiking again.” He pressed two fingers to the side of his neck. “And his heart is racing.” 

Jensen inhaled deeply, a full body shiver rolling through him. “His slick production is off the charts. The mattress is drenched. He’s so desperate,” he said, a little breathless. He cupped Ridley’s face, his thumb dipping past his lips to rub over his pale tongue. “Aren’t you, strawberry?” 

Ridley mewled pitifully, sucking Jensen’s finger in a way that had the alpha’s eyes going glassy. 

“Can you spread your legs for me, baby?” Ryker asked. “I need to check you.” 

Ridley didn’t respond, just tried to roll onto his side once more. Ryker sighed, trapping his bottom lip between his teeth as he pried Ridley’s knees apart, dragging a frightened sound from him. 

“Go easy on him,” Sugar said. “He just spent a week getting probed by those white coat douchebags at the intake facility. He’s too out of it to understand you’re not trying to hurt him.” 

“I have to check him,” Ryker said. “Titus wasn’t exactly gentle. There was…blood. I just need to make sure he can handle the things we’re about to do to him.” 

Diesel’s cock twitched at his words. The things we're about to do to him. He didn’t care that the others noticed. There was no embarrassment between them. They were all naked, all hard for the omega currently fighting their medic. They all understood whuy they were there. All, it seemed, but Steele who still sulked in the corner of the room. 

Jensen helped hold Ridley’s knees open as Ryker spread his cheeks. Saliva pooled in Diesel’s mouth as the scent of Ridley’s slick hit him like a tidal wave. A low growl left him as he watched it leak from the boy’s puffy hole, along with his alpha’s cum. Jesus, sometimes Titus really was an animal. But Diesel could hardly judge. He had no doubt that he’d go absolutely feral the moment he sank his cock into their new omega’s sloppy hole. 

Ridley moaned as Ryker prodded over his rim, hips canting instinctively, trying to put the alpha’s fingers inside. The medic seemed to take pity on him, pushing in with three. Or maybe he was just examining him from the inside too. It was hard to say. The medic was just as turned on by Ridley as the others. 

When he pulled his fingers free, he held up his hand, rivulets of slick rolling along his skin. Jensen’s lip curled back, an animalistic sound breaking free. Ryker’s pupils blew wide at the sound, pushing his fingers past the other alpha’s lips, letting him lick the taste of Ridley’s slick and Titus’s cum from his fingers like it was honey. 

“He’s still needy,” Ryker murmured, even as he fucked his fingers into Jensen’s mouth. “Aren’t you, baby? Even with Titus leaking out of you, all you want is more.”

When Ridley’s hips thrust into the air once more, Ryker gave a teasing tsk, pulling his fingers free of Jensen's lips and wiping them over Ridley’s slick-soaked thighs. 

"Why is he so desperate?" Sugar asked, curiosity causing his voice to curl up at the end.

“Because Titus didn’t finish what he started,” Jensen spit. “One mating bite isn’t enough. We need to claim him as a pack. His body knows that. He needs all of us.”

Ridley’s voice hitched on another sob.  Hot tears rolled down his cheeks like a confirmation, but that wasn’t the wetness that had Diesel’s attention. Ridley’s thighs were getting wetter by the minute. His ass, too. It was like Ryker’s fingers had stoked the fires of his heat, turning up his desperation to a thousand. 

Fuck. It would be so easy. It would be so fucking easy to put him on all fours and show him exactly what omegas were bred to do. His breath came a little faster at the thought. He wanted him crying on his knot, begging for his pups. He wanted to make him beg...cry...whine like a bitch in heat.

He wanted to ruin him then make him say thank you. 

Ridley keened low, once more trying to roll onto his stomach, fighting when Jensen and Ryker held him still. “Hurts... not full. Need alphas…I’ll b’good," he slurred, voice high and pleading. “Please…use me.”

This time it was Sugar who snarled. “You hear that?” he said, voice like gravel. “He wants us. All of us. Let’s give him what he’s so clearly begging for.”

The others nodded but Debbie Downer wasn’t quite ready to let it go. 

“He can’t consent,” Steele said, looking at each of them in disgust. “He’s not in his right mind.” 

“He did consent,” Jensen said. “He consented before Titus bit him. You remember? When he dropped his towel and begged his pack to fuck him? He was very clear that he wanted us. All of us. He’s in pain and his omega’s distressed.” 

Ryker nodded. “Jen’s right. You know he is. Just once, maybe you could put the good of the pack over the voice in your head. That guy’s an unreliable narrator. Filling your head with crazy shit that makes you a real fucking martyr.” 

“Yeah. This is about him,” Sugar said, looking at Ridley with a combination of lust and pity. “Our omega needs us. He’s getting more agitated by the second.” 

“Who wouldn’t be? Surrounded by five alphas and not one willing to give you what you need?” Diesel said. “It’s fucking cruel.” 

“You’re only saying that because you want to get your dick wet,” Steele snapped. “Yesterday, you would have been the first one to call this rape.” 

“Fuck you, Steele,” Diesel snapped. “It’s called taking care of our omega. It’s not my fault you’re too fucked up to know the difference.” 

“Enough,” Sugar snapped. “We agreed we’d take care of him. So we’re going to take care of him. None of this is his fault.” 

He closed the short distance between himself and Ridley, Ryker and Jensen clearing space for him to sit beside the omega on the mattress. The moment his hand touched Ridley’s cheek, the boy’s eyelids scraped open, red-rimmed and bloodshot. “Alpha…” he managed weakly. “Please…” 

Sugar tangled his fingers in the boy’s sweaty locks, his other arm pulling him half into his lap until he was reclined against his chest. 

He pressed his lips to the scent gland just beneath his ear, crooning, “You want the whole pack in you, don’t you, shortcake?” Ridley made a sound that was half-moan half-sob. Sugar let his hand wander up Ridley’s sweaty torso, pinching the stiff peak of his nipple almost viciously. Diesel’s nostrils flared as the boy yelped, releasing a fresh wave of slick. “Want to be knotted so deep you feel it for weeks after, huh? You want us to use you, violate you, split you open on knot after knot until there’s no doubt it took.”

Ridley wailed, head nodding as best he could, taking each of them in through bleary eyes until he stopped on Steele, his tone pleading. “I’ll be good. I’ll be s’good. I’m good. A good omega. It hurts…alpha…please. Make it stop.” 

Steele’s responding growl had Ridley cowering against Sugar. When Steele saw the omega’s response, he raked his fingers through his hair, his expression furious. He stalked towards the bed, only to freeze halfway then retreat.

“Fuck!” His shout reverberated in the near empty room. 

Ridley’s face crumpled, his cries breaking Diesel’s heart. Until those damning eyes found him, his expression growing hopeful. He struggled weakly in Sugar’s lap, until the other alpha reluctantly released him. The omega crawled clumsily to where Diesel stood at the foot of the bed, gazing up at him on all fours. “Want you,” he whined, his hand closing around Diesel’s painfully hard cock. “Want this inside me, alpha.” 

Diesel’s belly clenched, electricity jolting through him as Ridley squeezed him roughly. He cupped the omega’s chin, then let his thumb brush his chapped lips. “Yeah? You want it?” he crooned. “Ask real nice, princess. I’ll even make it messy for you.” 

Ridley’s eyes were all pupil, his words slurred as he eagerly complied. “Please, alpha. Stuff me full. Break me open with it.” He looked over his shoulder with effort, licking over his lower lip as he raked his gaze over Sugar’s naked form, halting at the sight of his heavy cock hanging between his thighs. “Then you…wan’ you t’gether, alphas.” 

“You can barely take one cock, princess. There’s no way you’re taking two. I don’t care how loose Titus left you,” Diesel teased. “There’s five of us. Pace yourself.” 

“Four,” Steele muttered. 

Diesel ignored him. Ridley did as well, turning back to look at him with heavy lids so high on alpha pheromones he was floating in space. “I have two holes, alpha. I can take you both.” 

“Oh, my God,” Ryker muttered. “This is like winning the lottery.” 

“Yeah, when you didn’t even buy a ticket,” Jensen agreed. 

“I don’t know, princess. I’m just not sure you want it bad enough,” Diesel said, letting doubt creep into his voice. 

Ridley whimpered, his distress stirring something low in his gut. Sugar’s slow smile was downright diabolical.

“D’s right, shortcake,” Sugar agreed. “I’m not sure you want it bad enough.” 

Fresh fat tears welled in the omega’s eyes. He looked back and forth between the two alphas. “Why are you teasing me? I’m so ready—so wet—I can feel it. I need to feel you. I need to be used. I’m begging. You can’t leave me like this. You can’t. You said you wouldn’t. You promised.” 

Diesel locked eyes with Sugar, arching a brow. He gave the barest hint of a nod, then met Ridley’s gaze. “Okay. Okay, shortcake. No more teasing," he promised. "You just sound so fuckin’ sweet when you beg for it like this. Call me a monster, but I love making you cry." Ridley hung on his every word like he was quoting scripture. "Now, turn around and face me. Show D just where you need him.”

Diesel wasn’t making it out of this one alive. Ridley clumsily complied, chest hitting the mattress as he canted his hips, trying to push back on Diesel’s throbbing cock. Slick poured from him like water, his rim swollen from their alpha’s overly aggressive mating. 

“You want D----y to fill that slutty hole? Spread yourself nice and wide. Show me you can take my knot,” he heard himself say. Ridley didn’t hesitate, reaching back and parting himself for him, somehow arching his back even more. “Good boy, princess. Look how pretty you look with your ass in the air for me. Presenting like a good little bitch.” 

Ridley moaned low. Diesel couldn’t stop himself from running the fat head of his cock over the omega’s wet entrance, watching the boy clench around nothing, then cry over being empty. 

“Hurry up,” Ryker muttered. “The rest of us want our turn.” 

That was all the permission Diesel needed, eyes rolling as he breached him. Ridley screamed as the tight clutch of his walls dragging a groan from Titus. “Fucking hell. How is he still so fucking tight? I swear he's just sucking me in. Is that an omega thing, or a him thing?” he asked no one in particular.

He pulled back an inch, then snapped his hips hard, pulling another wail from the omega.

Diesel had to fight the urge to pin him down and fuck him into the mattress. “You better force feed him those fucking birth control pills tomorrow, Ryker. I’m gonna fuck him so full, there’s no shot it won’t take.” 

“Jesus Christ,” Steele muttered, sliding down the wall, before pulling his knees up, bracing his elbows there, holding his own head, eyes glued to the mattress. 

“Well, he was a virgin like an hour ago so…” Jensen murmured. 

He'd already forgotten. “Oh, right. He’s such a needy little slut, it's hard to believe Titus was his first,” Diesel said, trying to give Ridley time to adjust, rocking himself in and out, afraid if he felt the tight drag of those walls on his cock once more, he'd say fuck it and wreck him.

Ridley circled his hips, trying to push back on Diesel once more, making a frustrated noise when he didn't get what he wanted. 

“He’s like a kitten in heat,” Ryker noted, his amusement obvious. 

Sugar chuckled. “Someone’s getting impatient. Give him what he wants.” 

Diesel gripped the omega’s hips, then thrust forward even as he pulled him back on his cock, impaling him, forcing him to take it all. Ridley screamed, spasming around Diesel’s cock as he came completely untouched. Again. 

“Titus is right. He’s such an insatiable little cock slut,” Ryker marveled. “Is this really all instinct or is our little omega just particularly sensitive?” 

“I don’t fucking know, but I think I’m in love,” Diesel marveled. 

Ridley’s cheek hit the dirty sheet, eyes rolling, drool dripping from the corner of his gaping mouth. Diesel rolled his hips experimentally, arousal coiling in his gut at the delicious drag of the boys wet heat around him. The omega moaned high and needy, trying to fuck himself back on his cock again.  

“Uh-uh,” Sugar said. “You begged for your alphas. Now you got us. You don’t get to just lay there and take it because Diesel’s balls deep in that tight little ass. Like you said, you’ve got two holes…and we intend to use them.” 

Ridley tried to pull himself back up onto his palms but they gave out, causing him to collapse once more. He made a sad little noise. Ryker laughed low. “Poor baby. Help him, Jen. I think he needs some support.” 

Jensen kneeled beside the sweaty omega, fingers twisted in the damp snarl of his messy red hair, yanking him up. The alpha’s other arm encircled the boy, getting a solid grip on his chin, squeezing his cheeks until his mouth opened, tongue lolling out, saliva coating his chin. “That better?” he asked, laughing as Ridley’s whole body flushed a pretty shade of pink. 

Sugar came up on his knees, feeding Ridley his cock an inch at a time until the boy gagged wetly, his hole clamping down on Diesel’s dick in a way that had him grinding his hips against his ass, trying to bury himself as deeply as possible. Now, it was Diesel trying not to give into his basic instincts. 

“Fucking hell,” Sugar moaned, fucking roughly past the omega’s spit-slick lips, clearly not as worried about hurting him as Diesel.  

“I know, right,” Diesel said through clenched teeth. “His mouth is as wet as his ass, isn’t it? Just as tight, too.” 

“He’s fucking perfect.” 

Diesel thrust lazily as he watched Sugar’s eyes roll, a primal sound escaping his chest each time the omega choked on his huge cock. 

“God, look at the way his lips stretch around you, Sug. It’s so fucking hot,” Ryker said. “Such a good little pet, just lying there and letting the two of you use him.” 

Jensen gave a low growl as his hand tightened around Ridley’s neck. “Fuck. I can feel you right here.” Jensen rubbed the spot. “The sound his throat makes every time you bottom out is driving me crazy. What happens when you both fuck into him at the same time?” 

Ryker’s arm came around Jensen from behind, draping himself over the other alpha’s back, biting his shoulder as he wrapped a hand around Jensen’s cock, stroking him lazily. “Go ahead, see if you can airlock our slutty little cum dump.” 

Sugar’s grin was positively filthy as he looked at Diesel. “I’m down.” 

Diesel slapped Ridley’s ass hard, leaving a perfect handprint in his wake. The omega gave a choked moan, which had Sugar’s hips thrusting forward. Diesel didn’t know about making their pretty little omega air tight, but the rhythm they found was like a giant feedback loop.

Sugar would thrust forward, Ridley would gag, clenching down on Diesel’s cock. Diesel would thrust into him harder, which would have him moaning around Sugar once again. On and on it went until he was almost as delirious from the pleasure as Ridley appeared to be. 

Heat flowed through both alphas. Ridley was the conduit. He and Sugar fell into sync with one another, though Diesel was too far gone to know whether it was accidental or on purpose. He moved on instinct, the wet squelch of slick and cum almost as loud as the whorish moans and desperate gurgles that spilled from Ridley’s lips. 

“Jesus, the little slut loves it,” Ryker said reverently. “If he tries to arch his spine any harder it’ll break. Knot the bitch already. Give him what he’s begging for.” 

Sugar fell back, his cock coated in the omega’s spit. He looked down at himself and laughed. “The way he was moaning around my dick had me ready to bust. I know that’s not where he wants my knot.” 

Jensen twisted Ridley until he could see his face, biting his lip as Ryker continued to lazily jerk him off. “You’re ours. You hear me? All of us. You don’t get to rest until every one of us has knotted and claimed you. Understand?” 

Ridley looked…relieved, his narrow shoulders sagging as fresh tears soaked his cheeks. His eyelids floated shut then, like he could finally relax. “Please…” he said, the word more a breath than his voice.

For a moment, it looked like Sugar might go back for round two, but Ryker shook his head. “Let him go dumb on Diesel's cock. He needs it.”

“Yeah, if this is what he looks like just hanging off Diesel’s cock, imagine what’ll be left when we’ve all had our turn," Jensen said like he was already picturing his turn.

Sugar put a pillow in front of him and Jensen released Ridley’s hair, letting his head fall the short distance to the plush fabric. 

Sugar combed his fingers through the omega’s sweaty locks, grinning when Ridley bumped up into his palm. “It’s all you, man. Give him what he needs.” 

Diesel bit back a snarl, gripping Ridley’s ass hard enough to make the little omega whine in pain. He’d be covered in his bruises tomorrow. Diesel planted his hand between his shoulder blades, hips snapping forward, finally just giving into his urge to pound him into the mattress. 

The pace was brutal, the slap of skin on skin competing with the slick gushing out around him with every harsh drive of his hips. “He’s so fucking wet,” he panted. 

It took barely three minutes for his knot to start swelling, punching moans from the barely conscious omega every time he forced it past his tender rim. 

“This what you needed? Huh, princess? Needed to be fucked, knotted, used by your alphas?” he ground out, lost in his own stream of consciousness. Ridley just made a pathetic sound. “That’s okay, princess. You don’t have to say it. Your body is screaming it. Your cunt’s clenching around my knot so hard I’m afraid you might cut it off.” 

“Please…” Ridley sobbed. "Breed me, alpha."

“Yeah, you’d love that. Wouldn’t you? Desperate for my pups. That what you need? Need me to pup you? Want me to put a baby in you? Wanna be all fat and round, belly full? Don’t worry. You’ll be nice and full when we’re done with you.” 

Ridley wailed, his hole twitching around him. 

“Fuck he came again,” Ryker said, awestruck like he was watching some kind of nature documentary. He looked over at Steele, who was still sulking in the corner. “Still think he doesn’t want this?” 

Diesel didn't care about Steele or his pouty fucking face. Flames licked through Diesel’s insides. He drove into Ridley with a single purpose. To knot. To breed. To fuck his seed as deep into Ridley’s womb as possible. To make sure it took. He couldn’t think straight. Sensation rolled through him with every desperate snap of his hips, until Ridley was practically screaming every time Diesel’s knot passed his abused rim. 

Just one more thrust…one more and he’d be locked inside his pretty little omega’s sloppy desperate cunt, filling him up, fucking him so full. He drove home one last time, his knot catching, tying them together. Diesel moaned, grinding into Ridley, eyes rolling at the tight heat clenching around his knot as it continued to swell. 

“How’s he feel?” Sugar asked, brown eyes glinting with an almost predatory sheen. 

“Like fucking heaven,” Diesel managed, teeth clenched as he continued to work himself against Ridley’s ass. “I just need him to come one more time so I can breed him like he needs.” 

Jensen snickered, slipping a hand under Ridley. Diesel had no idea what he did, but within seconds his walls were spasming around Diesel’s knot, knocking him over the edge. He rode the rhythm of it, lost in his own pleasure, cock throbbing as he spilled inside him for what seemed like forever. 

He reached down, wrapping an arm around Ridley’s shoulders, pulling him upright until his back rested against Diesel’s chest. The omega’s head flopped back onto Ridley’s shoulder, mouth slack, chin covered in drool, eyes still closed. He whimpered when the change in position drove Diesel’s knot even deeper. 

“Shh, princess. I got you…We’ve got you,” he corrected, looking at Ryker, Jensen and Sugar. 

“I’m next,” Sugar said to the others. 

Ridley’s lips pulled up at the corners. Diesel chuckled when he realized he was smiling. “You hear that, beautiful? Sugar’s next and I think Jensen wants a turn at having those pretty lips wrapped around his cock.” The omega gave a shudder, goosebumps rising along his skin, his little cock already half-hard again. 

He glanced over his shoulder at Steele, before dropping his voice to whisper in Ridley’s ear. “Don’t worry, princess. He’ll come around. But you might need to crawl for him.” 

The omega’s only response was another pleased shiver. 

God, he was fucking perfect.