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The little house was too quiet for III’s taste. Sure, with their two alphas shopping and getting groceries, it was a given that it was quieter, but it was rare that IV was so quiet. Usually, his mate would be in the kitchen, humming and dancing to music while he was cooking, or playing guitar in the living room. Hell, not even the quiet sound of the game console could be heard.
Was something wrong? III checked his phone; it could be his heat coming in, but that would take a few more days, and II and Vessel wouldn’t have left the house then. They always knew exactly when their heats came and never took the risk of leaving them alone.
Frowning, III made his way upstairs to the bedrooms. IV was probably just taking a nap. But as soon as he stepped foot on the last stair, III noticed a change in IV’s scent. Instead of the usual warm sweetness of hot chocolate by a crackling fireplace, he smelled honey – it wasn’t too strong, but it already was quite heady.
The door was ajar, and III almost threw it open when he heard distressed sounds coming from inside their shared bedroom. The sight greeting him wasn’t nice; IV curled into himself in their nest, sobbing quietly. Blankets and pillows of all colours and textures possible surrounded him
“Oh fuck, sweetheart, what’s wrong?” III asked, slightly panicked, and crouched down next to IV.
“It’s ugly,” IV whined, “My nest is so fucking ugly and not perfect.” IV’s eyes were so red when he looked up at III, red and swollen. It hurt III to see his mate like that.
“It’s not ugly,” III gently pulled IV into his chest and hugged him tight. “Your nests are always perfect. They're so much better than my messy piles.”
III’s words didn’t really help, quite the opposite, IV started crying harder instead. How could III say that about his nests? They may be messy, but they were made with so much love, neatly arranged with their favourite pillows and fluffy blankets. Fuck, III even made sure they all got their favourite duvet covers!
But IV? A horrible mess. He still didn’t know exactly what his mates preferred to have in the nest like III did. IV was still so new in their pack, didn’t even really have a real heat with them. He’s been here for only a few months.
IV was a bad mate; he should’ve known by now what they all liked and made perfect nests.
“Ivy, hey,” III whispered and cupped IV’s face. “Your nest could only be a single lumpy pillow and we’d love it.”
IV sniffled and tried to pull III’s hands away; III shouldn’t see how ugly IV looked when he cried. “You would not.”
“We would, because you made it.” Fuck, if III didn’t get IV to calm down soon, he would cry too. “You could never make an ugly nest, luv.”
III pulled IV back against his chest and hugged him tight. He didn’t mind that IV wet his tee with his tears. How could IV possibly think his nests were ugly? He thought back to when IV joined their pack, just three months ago. Such a shy thing, unsure of himself and full of self-loathing and the lowest self-esteem III had ever seen in an Omega. They were slowly working on showing their perfect mate how absolutely fucking perfect he was, but it seemed his nests were still a sore spot and always threw him back in their progress.
“Oh, Ivy,” III whispered so softly, “believe me. You would never be able to make a bad nest. It’s perfect. You are perfect.”
IV choked on a sob, causing III to hold him impossibly tighter. “IT’s just- I’m going into heat, which means my nest has to be perfect a-and it’s my first heat with you and tha-at means it has to be the most perfe-ect nest.” IV’s words were interrupted by heartbreaking sobs and little hiccups, and now III really teared up as well.
“I’m a horrible Omega,” IV sobbed. “I can’t make nests- what Omega can’t build ne-ests!”
“Want my help?” III offered, rubbing his wet eyes on IV’s blond curls. “But my nests aren’t good either, so we’ll prolly just do a double mess.”
That was the wrong thing to say. IV started keening and choked on sobs again. Fuck. Fucking fuck, III was so stupid. He was the worst. Instead of helping IV, he just fucked his poor mate up some more. If IV was a bad Omega, III was the worst Omega in existence.
“I’m useless!” IV sobbed, his hands gripping III’s tee at his back. “Why did I have to present as an O-omega. Omegas are perfect and I am not!”
“Shh, please. Ivy, you’re so good, and your nest is so safe. Just look at it.” III oh so gently pulled IV off his chest and pointed with his nose at said nest. “Look how much thought you put into it. You got II’s favourite cuddle pillow and Vessel’s beloved flamingo plushie- and look, even my cringe Team Edward throw blanket!”
III was right. Partly. IV really did get something each of them loved, but that didn’t mean it was good and safe. It just meant IV snatched whatever and threw it into the nest. It should be so much better.
“I know you have trouble loving yourself like we love you, and the incoming heat prolly isn’t doing you any favours, but Ivy, believe me when I say your nest is safe,” III whispered against IV’s cheek. “You’re our beloved mate and we love you so, so much.”
That’s when III noticed IV’s scent got suddenly so much sweeter. The fine, underlying, almost imperceptible scent of wool now completely overpowered by honey and clove. His other scent, the crackling fire and hot chocolate, was almost completely gone now. Fuck, IV’s heat came hard and fast.
“III,” IV said, his eyes wide and panicked. “It started. Why did it start-” IV curled into himself again, grabbing his hair with his hands. Too soon. Way too soon. The nest wasn’t ready, IV wasn’t ready. They shouldn’t help him through his first heat with them in a shitty nest. They deserved better.
III cooed sweet little reassurances and lay down in the nest, opening his arms for IV to crawl into them, which IV swiftly did. III smelled so good; spicy like mint, freshly plucked, and soothing like chamomile tea. IV loved how III smelled. It reminded him of a little herb garden, sunny and dewy. It helped somewhat, like having tea in the winter garden. But… there was something underlying, honey sweet, like IV’s own heat scent, Darjeeling and a field of summer flowers.
“I can’t knot you like Vee and II can, but we can try to take the edge off,” III offered with a shy smile.
“You’re going into heat too,” IV said, whining when III nodded. “Oh gods, I’m so sorry, I must have triggered it- I’m sorry-”
III ran his hands over IV’s back, over the curve of his generous ass. “I don’t mind. I wanted to help you through your heat anyway, so you triggering it is perfect.”
IV whined again, grinding against III’s thigh. It started to hurt, the deep, painful ache started to cloud his mind, and he wanted nothing more than to get fucked, bred, and fucked and bred again.
“Let me help you, luv.” III helped IV out of his clothes, running his hands over every little bit of soft skin. The soft pecs down to the pudgy little tummy, back up to IV’s strong arms. “You’re so perfect. We couldn’t ask for a mate better than you. Sweet, lovely, funny Ivy.”
“Thre-ee,” IV whimpered, blushing deep red.
“I mean it,” III slowly pulled down IV’s baggy pants and threw them out of the nest. “You’re the sweetest thing, so good for us. And not just that, your body-” III dug his fingers into IV’s plush hips, “-so fucking sexy too. You were made to get bred and carry.”
IV bit his lip when III trailed a finger over the underside of IV’s cock. “I’ve seen how alphas look at you; they worship the ground you walk on. You’re the perfect Omega.”
It was hard to believe for IV. He knew alphas loved their Omegas and spoiled them to shit, but IV never believed he deserved that himself. There were so many better Omegas than him; III was perfect with his pretty and sharp features, and his beautiful, long hair. Even his height was desirable, as it meant he could easily carry any alpha’s child without putting too much strain on his body. But IV? Quiet short, a bit chubby, bad at building nests.
A wave of heat ran through IV’s body, brutally ripping him out of his thoughts. Too hot, too much, too horny. He needed sex like he needed air, a knot to tie him to an alpha, getting filled and knotted. Sex. Knot-
“Grind against me, Vessel and II are back soon,” III urged, pulling IV on his lap and lining their cocks up. “Oh, look, you’re dripping already. Let me help you make it feel less bad.”
IV slowly ground against III’s cock, a shuddering sigh leaving his mouth. Better. Not perfect, but better. It would help until their alphas came back.
III nuzzled against IV’s neck, right against his scent gland. Today, they would all leave their claims on him. A few days sooner than planned, but that didn’t matter. They could finally show IV how much they loved and wanted him, show him he deserved everything good. And after, IV would leave his claim on them, the whole world would know they were a bonded pack.
The two Omegas kept grinding against each other, getting increasingly frustrated when they couldn’t get the release they needed. IV whimpered softly against III’s neck and mouthed at the soft skin, nibbling where he would bite when the time came. III wasn’t doing much better; his nose was buried in IV’s hair right behind the smaller Omega’s ear, deeply inhaling his warm scent.
A pained moan left IV’s lips when he felt III’s finger rubbing against his rim, spreading the slick on it and just slightly dipping inside. He needed more than that, so much more. IV felt like he would die if he didn’t get a knot soon.
“So slick already,” III breathed. “You must hurt so badly.”
“Yes.” IV swallowed. “Yes. It burns.” He leant back and looked down at their cocks. So wet, dripping from the tip down to their balls and pubes. It looked… filthy. IV wasn’t used to that, never imagined himself in this position.
IV keened when III slid a finger into his slick asshole. So good. But not enough. It just took the edge off, tempered and dulled. More. More more more.
“Listen,” III whispered. “They’re coming back. I bet they can smell us all the way down. Oh, Ivy, do you think they will mount you as soon as they come upstairs and see how desperate you look?”
IV keened so loud, making III shudder against him. Maybe those were the words IV needed to hear – that their alphas wanted him and wanted to fuck him. That they would help him through it like he deserved. Getting treasured and worshipped for what he was, like all Omegas should.
III wished he could give IV what he needed, but Omegas couldn’t help fellow Omegas like that, he knew from experience. Had tried to suppress his biological urges for so long, fought against them to the point of even attacking alphas just because they didn’t have to go through it. III had loathed every single alpha until he met II and Vessel, who showed him not all of them were thinking solely with their knots – weren’t feral assholes who should be muzzled, but could be loving mates.
“Please!” IV whined when they finally heard loud footsteps on the stairs. “I need you, please!”
Oh, IV sounded so desperate.
“We’re here,” II said breathlessly after throwing the door open. Vessel was right behind the small alpha, towering behind him with dark eyes.
Vessel took in the scene in front of them; their Omegas naked and grinding against each other, their wet cocks dripping into the nest, and fuck, IV’s glorious ass cheeks glistened with slick. “Our sweet thing,” he cooed. “Let us take care of you.”
II crawled into the nest and squeezed himself against IV’s back. “Did III take good care of you while we were gone?”
“Y-yes,” IV whimpered. II felt so warm against him. Safe. “But I need you.”
Groaning pleased, Vessel crawled into the nest as well. He noticed all their favourite things in there and almost teared up. His plushy, II’s pillow, III’s stupid Twilight blanket – it was perfect. “Did you make this nest all alone?” he asked softly, nuzzling IV’s cheek.
“It’s bad, I know. Please don’t be angry-”
“It’s perfect,” III interrupted him, hugging him tightly from behind. “You put so much thought into it, how could we not love it?”
III rubbed their noses together. “Told you it’s perfect. And safe. You could never make a bad nest.”
IV didn’t really believe them. Maybe it was the hormones, his heat, which made him doubt himself so hard. The painful ache in his belly didn’t help either. “Please just fuck me, I need your knot,” IV whined, clawing at Vessel’s shirt. “It hurts.”
“Shh, we know,” II whispered. “The cramps must feel so bad.”
Vessel pulled IV off III’s lap and gently laid him down in their nest, looking down at him with adoring eyes. IV and III were so fucking perfect, so good for them. They didn’t deserve Omegas like them. Vessel couldn’t believe IV had agreed to join their little pack despite his past and trusted them enough.
“So bad,” IV confirmed with a whine. “Make it better, please.”
“Shh.” II quickly undressed himself, then spread IV’s meaty thighs. “We’ll make you feel so good.” He slid a finger over IV’s asshole, through the slick, and groaned. IV was so fucking wet already, and the little moans and whimpers that left his lips almost made II cum.
“Please, II. Breed me,” IV begged.
Cursing, II pushed his cock into IV’s wet hole. Their little Omega was so slick there was barely any friction, and II easily slid in to the knot and IV’s moan sounded like it came straight from heaven to II’s ears. He would never get enough of their mate’s beautiful sounds.
“So fucking beautiful,” Vessel growled, as if he read II’s mind.
III’s face was pressed into II’s pillow, Vessel’s hand tangled in his hair and forcing him firmly down while his other hand kept his narrow hips tilted upwards. II’s scent filled III’s nose, clouding his already lust-hazed mind even more, the sour citrus and spicy ginger making him drool. The position let cool air hit his wet hole, forcing a little shiver down his spine, a quiet whimper leaving his lips. If he didn’t get Vessel’s cock and knot soon, he would die, III was sure of that.
The muffled begs and whimpers spurred Vessel on and he slowly pressed his cock into III’s twitching hole. He wasn’t as wet as IV, always had a bit of trouble producing enough slick, but it worked for them. III liked the slight burn and stretch when Vessel fucked him.
“I love how fucking good you always take my cock,” Vessel hissed and leant over III’s back, nibbling at his hairline and mating bites. “Perfect. Perfect mates.”
Now Vessel’s scent joined II’s in III’s nose, a dizzying combination of II’s lemon and ginger, and Vessel’s earthy cedar and moss. And under their usual scents was the tiniest hint of their rut scents, barely there, not noticeable if you didn’t knew what they smelled like. Black amber, incense and myrrh from Vessel, as if he were something holy, someone to pray to. II’s crackling of ozone, as if a lightning storm drew near, and Benzene, weirdly sweet and addictive. III couldn’t get enough of it.
“Ivy, look,” II purred, his hand cupping IV’s cheek to turn him towards Vessel and III. “Vee already fucked III stupid, and they barely even started.”
Vessel smirked and lifted III’s head by his hair. III’s eyes were half-lidded and rolled back, mouth partly open and moaning like the bitch in heat he was. “Must be our scents,” Vessel noted through gritted teeth, roughly fucking into III’s tight ass. “He always gets off on them.”
IV whined. He wanted to feel like III too.
“What’s wrong, baby. Impatient?” II grabbed IV behind his knees and pressed his thighs onto his chest. IV’s ass lifted from the nest with that movement, making II groan in delight when IV clenched around him. “Fuck. Keep doing that and I’m gonna cum before I knot you.”
“No-oo.” IV sounded almost distressed, his voice breaking. “Inside- Cum inside me! I need you to breed me!”
“Oh, oh, I will, shh.” IV’s cock steadily dripped precum, wetting the cute belly rolls, making his tummy and the inside of his thighs glisten with every gentle thrust from II. “Vessel and I will get you nice and full.”
Vessel growled. Cussing and cursing under his breath. III was too tight; he couldn’t get his knot inside without extra lube. But maybe...? “How slick is he?”
“Very, I barely feel his hole,” II answered. “Why?”
II saw instantly why, Vessel reached over and slid his fingers over IV’s stretched rim, collecting the slick from it and what dripped down. Holy shit.
“Oh, just asking,” Vessel smirked and spread IV’s slick over his knot. “Just wanted to know.”
“You’re so fucking filthy, bloody hell.” II’s eyes were wide and the pupils dilated. How was everyone in this pack so perfect?
“Ivy, look,” Vessel growled. He snaked an arm around III’s chest and lifted him so his back pressed against his own chest. With a sharp snap of his hips, he forced his knot inside III’s tight little asshole, ripping a loud keen out of him.
IV’s eyes widened. Vessel’s cock caused a little bulge in III’s belly, right under the belly button.
III’s eyes crossed when he felt Vessel filling him, so deep, so fucking much. Vessel always came so much, it was a wonder he didn’t get pregnant once over the last years. He let his head fall back against Vessel’s shoulder and just took it, had no other choice. III already came, but he didn’t know when, only that his cock was soft and sticky with his own translucent cum.
“Fuck,” II grunted and pushed his knot into IV’s slick ass. It popped in so easily, and IV moaned so fucking pretty, his hands clawing at II’s back as he sank his teeth into IV’s neck, leaving his mark, while they both came.
This must be heaven.
Vessel gently lowered III back down on the bed and draped himself over III, engulfing him in his warmth. II did similarly, slowly lowering IV’s legs so the thighs rested around him again.
II ran his fingers over the cum and the thin red lines on IV’s belly where the skin had creased, cooing praise and everything good as they all calmed down.
“Better?”
“No.” IV still sounded a bit distressed, and II watched how his cock filled out again.
II kissed all over IV’s sweaty face, his eyelids, the tip of his nose. “Vessel’s turn now, hm?”
“Yes, please,” IV turned his head towards Vessel, looking at him with big pleading eyes.
Vessel’s eyes zeroed in on II’s mating bite and he sucked in a breath. The little pinpricks of blood, and how perfectly it was placed right under his ear. Fuck. “Yes.”
“Deep breath,” II said, waiting for IV to do as instructed, and pulled his cock out. Slick and cum dribbled out of his asshole, gaping just a little, down his thighs and into the blankets. “Beautiful.”
A yelp surprised the alphas for a second. Vessel had slowly pulled his deflating knot out of III’s sensitive ass, kissing him deeply as an apology.
Vessel and II quickly swapped places. Vessel arranged IV like he had III, face down and ass up. II quickly gave IV his pillow, now smelling like III and II. Just so he had something to hold onto when Vessel mounted him.
“Ready, darling?”
“Yes.” IV hugged the pillow close, his back in a beautiful arch. “I need you, please.”
Slowly, Vessel pushed his cock inside, groaning at the insane amount of slick IV produced. II was right, it was so wet that there was barely any friction, and that was so fucking hot. He never had a partner who got as wet as him. Even better was that this partner was his mate now. So perfect and sweet and hot and cute.
IV pushed back against Vessel, the knot catching against his sensitive rim. Vessel was so much bigger than II, but IV needed his knot like he needed air, even if it would hurt. “Ye-ees, fuck-”
Vessel didn’t lose much more time now; he fucked into IV's wet ass with deep, hard thrusts, pulling him back with hands on his plush hips. “Gonna fill you up so good,” he grunted, “make you ours. Fuck and fill you until it takes.”
A delightful shudder ran down IV’s spine. “Yes, please! Fill me-ee- oh god, fuck, fill me! Knot me, please!”
A few minutes, that was all the time Vessel needed for his knot to fill again, and he quickly pushed it into IV’s ass, tying them together as he filled the Omega.
“Fuck!” IV could feel Vessel cumming, how deeply he filled him. It felt so fucking good, and IV knew he needed more. As soon as possible. Preferably right in this second. Now Vessel sank his teeth into IV’s neck, slightly below II’s bite, still impossibly filling him. How was that possible?
“Good boy,” Vessel whispered as soon as he removed his teeth, gently licking over the two marks. “Ready for III and you to mark each other?”
IV’s eyes flicked to where III and II lay. II was cuddled against III’s back, stroking his long hair. He nodded. “Yes.”
III pushed himself up with a little hiss and crawled towards IV. “This is gonna hurt. I hope you’re still zooted on hormones and pheromones,” III whispered.
That was all the warning IV got before III bit him, on the opposite side, mirroring the alpha’s bites. IV yelped, surprised, clenching tight around Vessel from the sharp pain, causing the alpha to whimper. But III was quick. He pulled his teeth off and soothed the wound with his tongue, almost tickling IV.
“Thank you,” IV whispered, a dopey smile on his face.
“Thank you.” III smiled back. “Now me.” He leant over IV, offering the empty side of his neck.
Taking a deep breath, IV readied himself. He had never done this before and he wanted it to look perfect. He gently cradled the back of III’s head and pulled him even closer, until he easily reached his neck, then bit. IV’s teeth sank in easily, and the metallic taste of blood filled his mouth, and he pulled off to soothe the wound like III had done with him.
Mated. A pack. IV was so fucking happy.
The three cuddled close to IV and peppered him with kisses, whispering praises. About his nest, saying how perfect and safe it was.
IV believed them.