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It was a home run. The rival team and their fans cheered so loudly that it only made Finney feel worse. He didn't mean to fumble his throw. Usually his arm was the fastest on the team, though none of his teammates would ever admit to it. Especially not now. His coach gave him a solemn look but patted his shoulder reassuringly. He probably ran out of condolences when Finney's throw cost them the last three games. He didn't know what was wrong with him. Nevertheless Finney nodded his head and headed to the locker room.
As soon as he arrives, his teammates make their distaste for him known by their deafening silence and throwing daggers into his back. He was used to it by now though, being the only one who hasn't presented on a team full of alphas and betas. Their remarks and teasing of Finney being an omega due to his small stature was something he had grown accustomed to, even at school. However something about the atmosphere today had Finney more on edge than usual. Their alpha scent was feral and reignited fear within Finney's entire being.
He tries to ignore it and quickly grab his things when he hears the hard slamming of a locker, turning to see it was the act of their catcher Jack Miller, who was stalking closer to him. He was an alpha and the captain of the team. Finney thinks he always had it out for him.
"That's the fourth play you fucked up Blake," he says in mock casualty, his expression was anything but. "Got anything to say for yourself?"
"I-I just been off recently. Coach said-"
Jack punches the locker near Finney's head, making him cringe away. "I don't give a flying shit what Coach said. I told him not to make a fucking omega our pitcher and now look at us. We're down three wins because of Bitch Blake."
Finney grits his teeth, everyone staring at him made him feel small, smaller than he already was compared to the other boys on the team. Their scents disgusted him. "I'm not an omega!" He snaps and shoves Jack out of his personal space, surprising the captain for a small moment. His face quickly turns into one of fury as he grabs Finney by the front of his jersey, slamming him roughly against the locker. The boy gasps, gazing down to avoid his Captain's angry green eyes.
"Don't you ever put your fucking hands on me omega." Jack snares, ignoring Finney's words. The boy doesn't respond and the alpha continues. "Scum like you should only be used for fucking. That's why Coach keeps playing you isn't it? You're whoring yourself out for game time?"
Finney's heart rate quickens and his legs felt like lead. Every instinct in his body was telling him to run away. But when he looked up again, three more of his teammates were surrounding him along with Jack. He was scared, and couldn't say anything as the boys took up his personal space.
"Look at him Jacky! The slut can't even answer." Number 32 laughs meanly.
"I bet he's one of those omegas that has a pussy." Another says, Finney doesn't know who, too focused on not crying. "It would explain why he throws like a bitch."
"Well, let's find out." Jack says before he wrestles Finney onto the cold floor, with the help of his lackeys. Finney has no chance in shoving them away as their strength together tripled his own. Before he knows it, his arms are above his head, pinned to the floor. He tries to twist away but his legs are also pinned by Jack's weight on him. He stares in horror as the captain begins undoing his belt and his pants.
"S-stop it! Let me go! " Finney cried to no avail.
"Oh now he wants to be shy. You're a useless omega slut Blake, no need to hide it." Jack says, pulling his pants down inch by inch and Finney wants to die.
He closes his eyes tightly when he feels cool air touch his crotch. They sting as the boys' hoots and hollering fill the room. He never felt so embarrassed in his entire life.
"Holy shit, look how small his dick is!"
"I knew he was an omega bitch all along!"
"That little cock can't fuck anything!"
"See that Blake? We all see that you're just a stupid omega. Maybe we should show you what we do to useless omegas that cause us to lose."
Finney sobs, fresh tears falling down his face. "N-no. Please stop it! Someone help me!" The only thing he could smell was a heavy alpha scent filled with want. He was going to be sick.
"Don't worry omega, we already know it's not the first cock you took and it won't be the last either. You whores are insatiable after all," Jack laughs.
Just before Jack could undo his own trousers, a shout echoed through the locker chambers.
"What the hell are you guys doing?! Get off of him right now!" Finney knows the voice immediately and becomes so relieved when Bruce, their former captain, comes into view.
The other boys scramble away from Finney in a hurry and he takes the first opportunity to cover himself and fastens his pants.
"We were just playing around," Jack stammered out with a forceful smile.
Bruce isn't buying it. He glares at him then helps an uneasy Finney to his feet. "Are you okay?" He asks, a genuine look on his face. Finney always liked that about him. He felt so embarrassed to be seen like this in front of him.
He nods, avoiding Bruce's gaze and returns to his locker, taking his gym bag out in a hurry before fleeing the scene. He hears Bruce screaming as soon as he shuts the door but he keeps moving.
Bruce had always been nice to him, even when he presented as an alpha, he still treated Finney like he always did, with kindness. He was the reason the boy even tried out for the baseball team in first place. "Your arm is mint! You gotta tryout!" He had constantly said and Finney finally agreed to give it a shot. He was happy he made the team but it was only then he realized Bruce wanted him to take his place on the team as the alpha was moving to the high school division. It wasn't Bruce's fault his teammates were alpha meatheads. He couldn't have known they would hate Finney for his delicate form and discredit him for his skills.
He walked faster to his residence, rubbing his wet eyes harshly. The heavy need to scrub his skin off loomed over him as the locker room events played over and over again in his head like a bad movie.
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Finney doesn't bother going back to baseball practice after that. He knows he should probably tell his coach officially that he's quitting but he doesn't have it in him to go back to the field. Especially when the possibility of running into his former teammates was far too real. Bruce had been AWOL since that day and no one has seen him since. Some of the parents suspect he was kidnapped but Finney hopes to God that wasn't true. He wanted to thank Bruce for saving him even though he didn't know how he'd be able to face his friend again.
Gwen was the only one he told he quit the team, though he didn't tell her why. She and his best friend Robin were always defending him from bullies at school already, he didn't want her to have to worry about the alpha assholes on his baseball team too. Though she was outraged at first, her big brain already thinking someone had done something to her big brother, Finney half lied. He told her, he would rather focus more on rocket science at the moment, which wasn't a total lie. Gwen gave him one of her stares, the one where she tries to look inside someone's soul before smiling and calling him a dork. He kissed her forehead, she was a good girl.
The problem was he couldn't tell his father. Old alpha Terrance was still holding on to the small slimmer of hope that Finney would one day present as alpha or even a beta. He was old school, and believed omegas were only good for breeding and taking care of babies. Finney doesn't doubt his father would disown him if he was actually presented as an omega if the way the man's face twisted in disgust whenever he saw a male omega on TV. By playing a sport, they could at least pretend Finney wasn't destined to be an omega. He knew if Terrence found out he quit, he'd be in trouble and would have to witness Terrence look at him the same way the boys on the team did.
Like he was scum.
He conjured up a plan to avoid the inevitable for a while or at least until he can break the news to his father. When Finney leaves the house for "practice", he packs his uniform in his bag, giving the reasoning that changing in the lockers was easier when questioned by his father, and along with his mitt and ball, was his beloved rocket set. He started going to the elementary school's field and enjoyed his afternoons shooting his rocket into the sky, wondering how it'd be to float around in space without a care in the universe. He'd like that, then no one would care how he'd present or treat him differently because of it. He finishes before the street lights go on and hustles back home to work up a sweat just in case his father (if coherent) was home.
The field was usually empty after school. These days parents were holding their kids extra close with a kidnapper on the loose. Finney wasn't as worried about it, not as much as he should be at least. By going off the missing kid posters around town, it's clear the Grabber had an infliction for newly presented alphas and Finney was definitely not that.
Today was no different, he was making his way to the field when he turned the corner on his normal route, finding an unfamiliar black van parked near the sidewalk. He had never heard of the apparent magician company, painted on the side in a fancy font but then again, he hadn't been to many parties that offered a magic act.
A loud sound makes him snap his head to the source of it. There, a man wearing tinted glasses over a white painted face with a black top hat, enters his view. He stares at the man's dark apparel minus the deep red turtleneck he was sporting. The man already struck Finney as an oddball character.
"Ah shoot," The man says under his breath and it's then Finney realizes the scattered magic cards and knick knacks on the ground. So that's what the sound was. The man bends down to pick up his mess and Finney feels terribly awkward. He wants to help the man, but he can recognize his scent easily and it makes him feel weak in the knees.
The man was an alpha and rule number one for unpresented kids was to never talk to an alpha stranger by oneself. Children who haven't presented were more than likely to become an omega following a sexual assault and Finney didn't want to be another headline in the newspapers. However, the man's scent didn't turn his nose like the guys on the team or his father after getting wasted. It didn't make him feel fearful like them. Instead, it was nice, smelled kind of like lime or lemon. He wasn't sure but it was rather pleasant.
Before he could think about it anymore, he crotches down next to the man, picking up various items in his hands. The man looked taken aback but quickly offered Finney a kind smile.
"Why thank you young Sir," the man says and Finney returns the smile with a casual look.
"No problem, I just wanted to help out," the boy shrugs and the man giggles childlike. He holds out the box in his hand for Finney to return the items, which the boy does before standing to his feet.
He shuffles his feet, feeling out of place as the man opens the van's side door putting the previous discarded box away. Would it be rude to walk away?
The man turns to Finney, clapping his hands together. "A good boy deserves a treat, wouldn't you agree? I think a balloon would be a fitting reward."
Finney nodded and walked closer to the van. "A balloon?" He curses himself for sounding like a kid but he was always fascinated with how balloons would rise higher and higher until they eventually disappeared from sight. He wondered if any of them got to space before popping into nothingness.
"If it's alright with you, I'll whip one up for you right now. So what color would you like?" The man chirped and Finney got a better look as the man's scent of lime intensified. His nostrils flared taking in the power aroma. It was the man's van, of course it was going to smell like him but it was making Finney feel hazy.
"Uh, any color is fine," Finney pulled a hand on the side of the van and blinked a few times in an attempt to regain his composure.
The man laughed lightly. "That's good since I only have black ones!" He shows Finney the deflated balloon before placing it over the helium tank. He looks back at Finney. "You know, I didn't even ask what your name was. Every good boy has a name."
Finney blinked again. Everything felt like it was coming in slow. He wipes his forehead with the back of his hand, since when did he start sweating? "F-Finney, Sir. Finney Blake." He manages.
The sound of the balloon filling is the only sound Finney can make out for a moment before the man switches the pump off, tying the helium inside the now blown balloon. "Well, pleasure to meet you Finney. You can call me Al," The man turns back towards the boy and his lighthearted expression drops upon studying his face. "Hey kid, are you alright?" His hands reach out to steady Finney's shoulders.
Finney's vision blurred and his head was spinning. He didn't know what was happening to him but he didn't want to burden the man- Al, anymore than he was so he tried standing on his own. "I-I'm fine, just a little-" and the next thing he knows his vision blacks out, everything becoming so, so dark.
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Finney awakens to a foreign room. His eyes feel heavy as he tries addressing where he was. The room was dim, the only light coming from a high window, which meant he was underground, likely in a basement. He sits up and by the looks of the sky, it was probably evening. How long has he been here?
His fear of the situation is quickly overridden by the throbbing of his head. He just woke up and he already felt like he’s going to pass out. He feels hot, so fucking hot, and he’s-
Oh no.
Finney reaches a hand down to his jeans and openly whimpers. The touch alone was a heavy mixture of too much and not enough. But most importantly, it was damp with slick, slick that Finney could feel seeping from his hole. He had gone into heat. He tried desperately to remember what he was doing before but his mind felt like mush.
Finney rubs himself through his jeans, whining at the friction. He had heard that when omegas present, it would be intense but nothing could prepare him for this. He turns on his side in the fetus position, putting an arm over his face.
"T-this can't be happening," he pants, hand still rubbing himself. It wasn't enough. "I can't become an omega, not like this."
He lets out a sob in frustration, wanting the empty feeling to subside enough for him to gather his thoughts. Finney couldn't do anything but whine weakly as he humped his hand. Too weak for anything else. He was scared.
The door to the basement suddenly opens with a loud creak, though Finney can't hear it, static filling his ears as he tries not to pass out again.
"My word, what do we have here?" Al questions, in the doorway. The boy's scent was so strong, he could smell it from upstairs. Although as he came into the basement, it became downright intoxicating.
When Finney doesn't acknowledge his presence, he walks closer, kneeling in front of the quivering boy. He moves the boy's arm from his sweaty forehead, turning his face upwards until his hazy eyes meet his own.
"Finney," he says softly and the boy takes a moment to react.
The boy's eyes widen as he connects the man's face to a memory. "Y-you're the magician... with the balloons," he says, pointing a weak finger at the man.
"That's right my dear boy, I'm Al, remember?" Albert chuckles, hands lingering down towards the boy's neck, which was a beautiful pinkish hue. He resisted the urge to suck it.
Finney doesn't notice, unconsciously leaning into his palm. The man's lemon scent filling his nose, "Why did you bring me down here?"
Al softens, taking in the boy's bewildered face, deciding right then the boy was impossibly adorable. "You collapsed in my arms as I was fixing up a balloon for you. I couldn't leave you all by yourself, now could I?" He ran a hand through Finney's curls in an attempt to calm the young omega. "Anyone could have found you and God knows what they would do to a newly presented omega. That's why I brought you to the basement, so no one could smell your aromas and cause trouble."
Finney hesitantly nodded his head as Albert continued to pet his face. Albert had never dealt with an omega firsthand before. His father's prejudice of male omegas made him almost too grateful that he presented as an alpha and even more so when his younger brother Max presented as a beta. The man would justify hitting his children by saying he was "beating the omega" out of them when they were young, before they presented in hopes that they wouldn't become omegas. Albert supposed it must have worked but he made sure after presenting that the old bastard knew to never raise a hand at either of them again. Still, the words of disgust he heard during every beating remained with Albert. It was part of the reason why when he began having his "urges", he only preyed on alpha boys. He felt the intense urge to protect male omegas, especially young ones from any unwarranted pain.
Then fate quite literally dropped an omega boy right into his arms. A beautiful boy at that, who went into heat in front of him, because of him. It had to be fate. He was meant to have this boy.
"How do you feel?" He asks, studying the boy's face.
"Hot. I-I think I'm going into heat- I'm s-sorry," Finney says, squirming. "It's too hot."
"It's alright Finney, I'm gonna take care of you," Al hums, a smile playing on his face. "Let's cool you off a little."
"D-don't..." Finney hoarsely voices but that didn't stop the man's hands from tugging at his baseball tee.
"You need to get out your damp clothing. You'll get a cold on top of going through heat. Just let me help you Finney." Al says, putting on his alpha voice trying to get the boy to listen. He didn't expect the boy to make that sound and go pleasantly limp in his hold. He swallowed, the boy was just as affected as he was.
Finney felt more slick slip out, the man's alpha voice wasn't scary like his fathers and he was obeying before he knew it. He simply laid there as Al stripped him until he was completely bare besides his white socks. He hated to admit it but the man's touch, his scent was making him feel things that he never would even consider under normal circumstances. The cool air gives relief against his burning skin, but it’s not enough. Sweat pools at the base of his spine and the messy shag of his bangs stick to his forehead.
The air against his hole makes his whole body shake. He can't stop his hand from finding its way to the leaking pucker. He moans as he rubs his index finger around the tightness and cautiously slips it inside. He moans louder, immediately addicted to the way it feels but it doesn't quite soothe the ache inside.
It's not until Finney opens his eyes does he find the man staring down at him, with a feral look in his eyes. He was touching himself in front of a man he barely knew, his stomach pools with embarrassment, but he doesn't stop fingering his needy hole. It felt too good.
"Sir, Al I mean, I'm sor-" Finney is silenced by a pair of lips claiming his own. He whines against it.
That's when Al makes his move. He breathed in the boy's essence, groaning when the boy tasted just as delicious as he looked. Finney made a weak attempt to shove his shoulder back but Al was bigger, stronger, an Alpha, there was no way he was letting the boy get away. The kiss was sloppy and wet and slick with saliva when Al pulls away, Finney whines.
Al had snapped from the display. Finney was just too perfect. "Such a needy boy Finney, so desperate to be filled, hm?" Al practically growls, freely groping the boy's lean form, rubbing his thumb over the head of his swollen cocklet. Christ, he was so beautiful.
Finney tears up, arching up helplessly to the man's touches. Why did his foreign touch feel so much better than his own touch? "Feels empty," he confesses in a shy whisper.
Al removes Finney's hand away from his pucker, replacing it with his own, easily slipping in two thick fingers. The omega cries out, moving his hips to meet the fingers thrust. "I'm gonna help you sweet Finney, don't worry. I'm gonna make you feel better." Al starts undoing the belt at the sight of Finney's walls sucking his fingers. "I'm an alpha Finney and I'm gonna make you my omega so then you'll never feel empty again."
Finney comes to a little then, listening to the man's words. "W-wait you can't..." His plea was cut off by Al popping his fingers out. He looks down to find the man spreading his naked legs against his clothed waist. In one hand, he was stroking Finney's thigh while the other was... His eyes widened, the man's cock looked angry and veiny at him. He had seen alpha cocks in the locker room through quick glimpses but never like this. Never thick and hard, rubbing at his entrance. This couldn't be happening.
"You'll like it, I promise. Now be a good omega for me and take it." Al purrs and then thrusts all the way in on the first movement of his hips. The scream Finney lets out makes him so thankful he had the old basement soundproofed years ago. He groans at the tight heat sucking him in. He smiles at Finney's debauched face. "Now would you look at that? Your virgin hole took me perfectly. It's fate." He can't repress a small giggle, giving the boy a moment to get accustomed to his size. He knew he was big, even for an alpha.
"You put it in…" Finney groans in disbelief. He's panting hard, gasping wetly from the stretch. He felt like he was being split in half but the alpha dick was filling him in all the ways he needed. The boy clenches down on Al, relishing in being filled.
Al does tiny thrusts, watching the boy's face twitch in confused ecstasy. He was so pretty. "How does it feel Finney?"
"It feels… so… full…" Finney gasps.
Al groaned, he was so tight. "Well it's about to feel even better, little omega." He only manages to pull out halfway before he starts to push back in. In the next second, he sinks back in, working his cock in inch by inch.
Finney's wet heat was so intense inside, the sound of his cock moving through all that slick echoes in the room. It sounded obscene but Al wouldn't have it any other way.
Finney couldn't believe it what was happening, he went into heat and now he was losing his virginity in a magician's basement and the worst part was he liked it, it felt so good and he didn't want Al to stop fucking him for anything. He wraps his arms around the man's shoulders, pulling him closer.
Al follows the embrace, placing his hands on each side of Finney's head as he slams into his small body over and over again.
"Al... Alpha please," Finney pleads, looking into those hungry blue eyes.
Al's cock twitches inside the boy. "Say it again omega."
Finney makes an expression of confusion for a moment before saying the word that made Albert go a little more insane for him.
"Alpha, harder please," Finney cries out, gripping the man's shirt harder.
"Fuck…" Al growls and it's the last straw. He shoves in all the way, unrelenting and harsh until his balls smack against the boy's ass. "You're my omega now Finney understand? I'm the only one who gets to have you like this. I'm gonna take care of you from now on, you're mine."
"Uhhnn–" Finney tries to speak but all that comes out of him are high pitched screams and cries. He never felt like this in his entire life. He wonders if it always feels so good, wonders why anyone would complain about being an omega when it felt like this.
Al takes his sounds as a means to continue and he does. "You'll be my little house omega. You won't have to worry about anything ever again except pleasing your Alpha. Doesn't that sound nice?"
That did sound nice, having an Alpha take care of him and protect him from harm. He'd like that especially if it meant he could feel this amazing all the time. Finney nods his head heatedly, just noticing warm tears were rolling down his face.
"Y-yes Alpha please," Finney pants, his legs wrapping tightly around the man's waist.
Al stared at Finney's sticky bare neck before lunging forward and latching his mouth on it. It was salty but with the taste of something sweeter. He couldn't put his finger on it but he couldn't get enough of it either. He growled as his Alpha instincts came over him. The boy cried out beautifully when he applied pressure with his teeth, biting into his flesh. Al didn't want to hurt the boy, he simply needed to claim him. There was no way he could possibly let him go after this.
Finney turns his head to the side, giving the man better access. It hurt, burned even, but the claiming bite played the perfect contrast to the filling feeling of the man fucking him within an inch of his life.
"Al please- I'm gonna-!" Finney warns, cocklet spilling glops of come on his tiny stomach. Al fucks him through it, licking over the mark he left on his omega. Finney pants, the orgasm didn't give him the relief he was looking for. In fact, his cock twitched, still hard despite just coming. He looks to the man above him, desperately.
Al returns the stare, hiding a grin. The boy probably didn't know an omega can only properly come from orgasming from an Alpha's cock. "It wasn't enough right?" Finney nods his head and Al chuckles. "Don't worry omega, I'll get you there. Do you trust your Alpha?"
Finney nodded. He barely knew Al and yet he felt so unbelievably safe with him. Presenting as Omega in the man's presence was probably the luckiest thing to ever happen to him. "I do." Finney says and the words feel so final on his tongue. "I do Alpha."
"Good boy. Lemme give you what you need," Al smiles sweetly and grips the boy's waist tighter. In an instance, he's slamming into Finney over and over on his cock. Finney can only lay there and take it as Al uses his body like a ragdoll. He thinks he likes it.
The boy's face while he got fucked was mesmerizing. Every thrust had Finney's wet eyes rolling backwards and his mouth in the shape of an "O" moaning loudly.
"How does it feel Finney?" Al asks in the midst of his movements. He was getting close. "How does your Alpha's cock feel?"
Finney whines extra high, Al hitting that spot inside him repeatedly. He felt like he was losing his mind with each thrust. "I-I love it! Alpha's cock feels so good, filling me up. Don't stop, don't leave me Al," He babbles, barely recognizing the words coming out his mouth but he doesn't care. It's the truth, this was what he's been missing his entire life, the embrace and cock of his alpha and he finally had it. He puts his arms in the air, reaching towards Al. The man complies, leaning forward so the boy can pull him close again.
The two don't say anything for a moment, just staring into the other's eyes, panting and moaning as Al gets them to completion. Finney notices how striking the man's eyes were and that they were boring into his soul, completely focused on him. It makes him feel special, like he's the only thing that matters in the man's world.
Finney was an angel is what Al comes to realize. His light brown curls sticking to his forehead effortless and needy wet eyes watching him intensely, Al was entranced by him. He connects their lips, sliding his tongue against the boy's inexperienced one. What Finney lacked in experience he more than made up for in enthusiasm. A few more thrusts and he shoves his cock all the way in, knot popping and creaming the boy's hole. Finney whines, nails digging into his shirt so hard that Al knows it will leave indentions.
"Alpha...!" Finney moans against Al's lips, and the man knows the boy is coming. He groans as his knot expands, locking them together. The boy's walls squeeze him tighter, milking his cock for all it's worth. He kisses the omega through it, soothing him, tenderly petting the boy's face.
When they pulled back, a small strand of saliva linked their lips together and broke across Finney's chin, but the omega was smiling happily at the alpha. His eyes were unsteady but the boy looked completely sated. "Al..." He whispers and the man's heart warms.
"I'm right here Finney and I'm not going anywhere," Al assures, brushes the wet strands of hair to the side. He kisses the boy's sweaty forehead and repositions them so that Finney was laying on his chest. The boy makes a humming sound, burying his face in the crook of the man's neck.
It's quiet as they wait for his knot to deflate. Finney doesn't stir much as he calmly caresses the boy's back. Which is likely why he was so surprised when the boy did speak up.
"W-what happens now?" Finney asks and he sounds so young and a little scared.
"We're bonded my dear Finney, you don't have to worry about anything as long as you have me, your Alpha," Al reassures and Finney finds himself relaxing against the man.
"Okay Alpha," Finney yawns, feeling drowsiness take over. "I trust you." It felt easier to leave everything to his Alpha.
Al slips his cock from the boy's hole, and wishes he could see it from this view. His own cum and Finney's slick made a mess, seeping out the thoroughly fucked cunt. Al wants to eat his omega out until the boy begs for more but it will have to wait till later. Finney will likely be out of it for a few hours and when he wakes up, he'll definitely be in need of another knotting. Al could hardly wait.
In the meantime, he cuddles the boy closer. They were lucky enough that Colorado was an omega rights state, meaning it was an omegas choice and right to live with their Alpha once they presented. Finney could move in with him and they could live as Alpha and Omega. His head turned to their surroundings, the old basement. With an Omega to take care of, he won't have the time to indulge in his "urges". He'll likely have to give up picking up young Alphas and forcing them to play his "game". The last one he took put up a good fight, even begged for mercy. Al had almost felt bad to put little Bruce out of his misery.
Finney mumbles in his sleep and Al stares at the head of unruly curls on his chest. He'd give it up for the boy. Hell, he'd give him anything his heart desired. Those urges were to fill a void but now he had Finney, his omega, who seemingly filled the emptiness inside. He had no need for anything else just like how Finney will have no need for anything either. They were bonded now and only needed each other.
He lets out an involuntary giggle, thinking about what the future holds for him and his precious omega.