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Rhys was an attractive omega.

It was only fitting, after all. Jack was the most handsome alpha in all of Helios, so incredibly attractive that there was no excuse to not brand it into his very name. So why shouldn’t he have the sexiest mate out of all the omegas in the galaxy? It would be absolutely criminal for either of them to be stuck with someone of lesser appeal.

Rhys was vibrant and vivacious, fertility swollen in his hips and heavy in his thighs, his sexual abundance evident in every move he made, every little sway and sly look he glanced over his shoulder. Any alpha would be stupid not to look twice at the omega as he walked by, and anyone who didn’t start salivating at the sight needed to get their junk checked.  

But that didn’t mean it didn’t bother the hell out of him whenever he saw other alphas pay an inordinate amount of attention to Rhys—especially when sometimes Rhys seemed to encourage it.

It made something hot and annoying prickle on his neck, as if he was trapped in some wretched Pandoran swamp with gnats eating him alive. He hated seeing looks on Rhys’ face that should be reserved only for him being whored out to alphas who did such mundane things as open doors for him or compliment his outfit or blather on about how poised and intelligent he had been at the last press conference. It made Jack’s blood boil—he and Rhys were long past the placid platitudes and rote chivalry of their initial courtship, they had two pups for crying out loud—but Rhys was rewarding these pricks with smiles and thank yous and pleased chuckles.

It was enough to drive an alpha crazy.

The final straw came when one of these dense bastards actually had the balls to try and touch Rhys. It happened in the aftermath of a board meeting, when the recently-promoted head of Human Resources—who Jack had already been keeping an eye on to see if he had the guts for the position—reached up to tuck an errant strand of hair behind Rhys’ ear without any prompting. That had Jack’s fury boiling, and he’d ripped his pistol out of his holster and jammed it up against the asshole’s forehead, teeth clenched and nostrils flaring fiercely as he sensed the other alpha’s fear.

Jack had screeched and threatened until the entire meeting room had been deserted, the HR alpha sporting a pistol-shaped bruise against his temple as he stumbled after the rest of the department heads. Once they were alone, Jack had rounded on Rhys, lifting the young omega off of his feet before slamming him roughly back against the reflective steel of the conference table.

“Ow—Jack!” Rhys cried, brows furrowing in pain and annoyance as he glared from under scrunched eyelids up at his mate. His blood froze, skin going pale except for the blotches of red on his cheeks at the sight above him. Jack looked viciously down at his mate, teeth bared and glistening as his eyes narrowed. A tense growl escaped his clenched fangs as he gripped Rhys’ wrists, holding the omega firmly against the table.

“You think you’re being cute, sweetheart?” Jack murmured, voice dripping hot with danger as he arched over his mate, thigh pressing up where Rhys’ legs were hanging off the edge of the table.

“Mmm…I mean…I am cute…aren’t I?” Rhys managed to playfully bat his eyes, only to stop and gasp when Jack’s mouth fell to his neck, sharply biting him.

“And that’s the problem…” Jack growled against Rhys’ throat, licking the taste of metal off of his fangs, “you’re too cute…everyone wants a piece of you lately…”

“I…is that what this is about?” Rhys croaked out as Jack licked over the tender bite mark forming on his neck. His fingers twitched, fisting uselessly under the weight of Jack’s palms on his wrists. Despite the discomfort in his voice, his knees rose, thighs pressing tightly around Jack as the alpha moved even closer. Jack laid another harsh bite against Rhys’ skin, just below the previous one, drawing beads of blood that broke and dripped underneath the press of Jack’s tongue.

“Frikkin’….put two pups in you, bought you clothes and jewelry and even a new arm several times and this is the thanks I get…” Jack muttered, smearing the drops of blood over Rhys’ pretty, pale neck, marking him with the tacky red. He lifted his mouth from Rhys’ throat to glare down at him, licking his lips free of any remaining spots of blood.

“Ungrateful…I’ll show you…”

“Oh?” Rhys’ voice lowered in a purr, a sly smile spreading over his lips. “How are you going to show me, big boy?”

“Ohhhh, you just wait, you just wait and see and I’ll—wait, what?” Jack paused, his brow furrowing as he looked bemused down at Rhys. The omega was squirming less like he was afraid of being reprimanded, and more like he was twitching on the edge of anticipation.

“You….you didn’t…”

Rhys’ smile quirked playfully at the corners.

“You little brat,” Jack snapped, even as a grin spread over his own features, amusement finally sparkling in his eyes from behind the heavy set of jealousy, “if you need to be fucked within an inch of your life, you can always just ask.”

“True, but where’s the fun in that?” Rhys purred as he shifted his hips up, thighs wrapping firmly around Jack’s waist, “there’s nothing hotter than an alpha being driven to….possess their omega…”

“Possess….huh?” Jack snickered, one hand lifting from Rhys’ wrists to grope firmly at the omega’s plump hip. Rhys wriggled, digging his teeth into his lower lip as he used his free hand to twist into Jack’s hair, earning a vibrating growl from the alpha.

“Yes…please….show me how much you want me…” Rhys arched his spine up off the table, belly and groin brushing up against Jack’s body for a brief moment before he found himself being flipped onto his front. A yelp sprung from his throat, hair falling from his perfect slicked back style as he turned to glare over his shoulder at the glimmering grin of his alpha.

“Hmm,” Jack rubbed his chin, crotch pushing up against Rhys’ clothed ass. The omega groaned at the hardness pressing impudently between his cheeks, making Jack laugh.

“Oh we’ll get to that, kitten, don’t worry…” Jack arched over Rhys, palm firmly keeping Rhys’ wrists pinned against his lower back, “…but I think daddy’s going to have to punish you for pushing his buttons like that.”

The scared, exhilarated look that Rhys shot back at him more than made up for all the trouble he’d put Jack through—but there was no reason he had to let Rhys know that until he was all done with him.

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Rhys had been kind of unsure about going out tonight.

Sure, Vaughn had made the point that it had been almost a month since they’d both had the same night off, without the other having to turn in early for a morning shift, but that fact itself introduced the main problem—Rhys was terribly unused to the club scene.

His flashing smile and attractive appearance had managed to get both him and Vaughn into many clubs in the past, but the internship at Hyperion was eating up most of his time nowadays. Rhys didn’t even remember the last time he’d set foot inside one of those flashy, loud establishments full of alcohol and grinding bodies.  

But the idea had remained enticing, especially when Vaughn offered to pay for his cover charge and the first round of drinks.

Vaughn had joked that if he got laid as a result, he would owe him, which Rhys had brushed off with a snort. Rhys hadn’t been laid since long before he’d even applied to Hyperion, which was definitely due to a lack of options that met his very high standards rather than anything else.

Not that that stopped him from throwing on his favorite baby blue crop top and tight leather shorts combo and popping his lips with his favorite strawberry lipgloss.

Vaughn had stuck to his promise and bought the first round of drinks, Rhys’ tall, bright blue blended cocktail contrasting sharply with Vaughn’s stout glass of bourbon as the two of them relaxed against the bar and observed the dancing throngs of crowds, bodies shimmering and twirling underneath the kaleidoscope of lights. Rhys was already feeling the tingling of alcohol crawl its way down into his stomach, leaving him feeling warm and loose and ready to mingle. So he parted from Vaughn, who raised his glass in encouragement as Rhys started to dance his way through the mass of people, keeping a look out for anyone that piqued his interest.

There were plenty of hot people here—flexible girls clad in leather and bright neon vinyl, muscular men with sweat-soaked shirts plastered right up against their quivering pecs, and everyone in between—but none so far that really stood out to Rhys. He bumped through the crowd, knocking his hips against people and occasionally sliding his ass down someone’s front, but he usually slid away when they tried to grab him and hold him in place.

His head was swimming with alcohol by the time he’d made it through the crowd to the other side of the bar, his crop top and shorts practically hanging off his form, clothing pulled at and tugged down by various groping hands. He was feeling hot and needy, but despite how attractive everyone in the crowd had been, no one had really piqued his interest just yet—until his eyes fell upon someone who seemed to glow like a streetlamp in the darkness.

This guy was way off from Rhys’ usual type. He usually enjoyed men in positions of authority, self confident and cooly handsome. Well-dressed and sharp—rugged nature controlled just enough to let a tantalizing edge leak through. But this guy looked a lot rougher, shrouded in leather and chains and ratty patches. Spiked blond hair sprouted from his scalp and chin, unruly and messy as if he’d merely raked a handful of hair gel through it moments before stepping out the door for the night. Hiding little behind the creased scowl as he glanced around the club. Rhys was just about to glance the other way when suddenly the man looked in his direction, their gazes meeting through the gaps in the throngs of dancers.

Rhys giggled into his drink, drunkenly fluttering his eyelid at the man. He snorted right into his glass as he watched a surprised look flash over the other man’s face, his eyebrows raising up into his messy hairline. He felt warm and happy, something tickling in his chest as he looked at the man. Rhys’ vision almost seemed to blur, making the edges of the guy’s silhouette a little fuzzy, but he just blamed that on the alcohol. Vaughn was right, he was bit of a lightweight. Especially when the music was pounding and the lights were flashing—it made everything seem dreamlike and dizzy.

Rhys found himself sauntering easily through the crowd, making his intentions more than clear as he approached the blond man, rocking his hips from side to side. He could feel one strap of his crop top roll off his shoulder, exposing more of his tattooed pec in a way he knew was tantalizing. He saw the blond man lick his lips, showing off the sparkle of a tongue stud. Oh yeah. Rhys had him.

Despite that, he didn’t immediately go up and grind against the man—in fact, he only brushed up against him as he walked by, fingers trailing over the frayed leather of the man’s vest as he turned to look over his shoulder. Satisfaction bloomed up inside of him as the man’s eyes met his, that sparkling green surreal and bright in the strobing lights of the club. For a moment, Rhys felt like stopping in place, getting lost in those fathomless eyes, but—no, there was still plenty of room to tease.

As Rhys again returned to the outskirts of the crowd, he started planning his next move. He eyed the bar, wondering if the man would offer to buy him a drink if he planted himself there—not that Rhys needed another drink, but hey he wasn’t going to turn down something free—

Any further thought was cut off as a pair of rough hands grabbed him from behind, quickly dragging his drunken form back towards the protruding wall near the bathroom. Rhys grunted as he was pulled into the clandestine area, a protest dying on his lips as he looked up to see the blond man he’d been teasing. His drink was plucked easily from his fingers and tossed aside. Rhys’ gasp was cut off as their lips were mashed together, any sounds drowned out as he was roughly kissed and pressed back into the wall.

Gloved hands grasped at his wrists, holding his hands down on either side of his head as they made out, bodies starting to arch and press together. Rhys groaned, hips rutting forward against the tent in the man’s leather pants, contrasting fabrics rubbing together as they started to grind their crotches together.

The other man’s sweaty shirt was starting to ruck up, allowing their stomachs to rub up against one another. Rhys shivered at the feeling of the prickly hair leading down from the man’s belly button scratching up against his sensitive, soft stomach. The man’s tongue probed further into his mouth, his tongue stud remarkably cold against Rhys’ warm, slick flesh. 

He was breathless when the kiss finally broke, panting breaths heaving from his throat as he looked up at the blond man, met with eyes that glowed almost supernaturally green, like the vibrantly lit jewelry and accessories waving around in the crowded club. Rhys suddenly felt even dizzier than before, numbness creeping over his limbs as he fell deeply into those vibrant pools of green, utterly entranced. His tongue suddenly felt unnaturally cold in his mouth, knees starting to weaken as he slumped heavily back against the wall. Out of his periphery, he could see lips glimmering with sharp teeth as another kiss sucked against his mouth.

“Rhys!” Came a cry over the pounding of the music and shout-singing of the club-goers, shocking Rhys into messily yanking away from the blond man’s lips to look around. His vision was swimming with the alcohol and headiness of the kiss, movements sluggish from the creeping numbness that had tried to drag him down.

“V…Vaughn…?” He slurred, warmth slowly returning to his tongue as he tried to make it work in his mouth. In a moment his best friend was rushing over, hands grasping at Rhys’ shoulders as he looked him over.

“I’ve been looking all over for you—jeez, Rhys, you nearly gave me a heart attack, what are you doing back here?”

Rhys snorted, rolling his eyes.

“Pfft, bro, isn’t it obvious, I was tryna get laid…” Rhys trailed off, glancing behind him, only to see that he was alone. He swiveled his head around, trying to see where the stranger had gotten off to, but he saw neither hide nor hair of the blond man that had been ravishing him only a couple of seconds earlier. Rhys’ brow furrowed in confusion as he licked his lips, still tasting the smoky residue of the other man’s mouth.

“Uh….okay bro….I’m gonna keep a leash on you for the rest of the night, okay?” Vaughn patted Rhys on the shoulder, before guiding him away from the dark corner and back towards the brightly lit bar, the both of them missing the pair of glowing green eyes watching them both from the shadows.

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“Mongrel”

Jack’s arms folded tightly over his chest, teeth set firmly in place as Rhys continues gently knocking on the door, purring carefully to the man surely inside. He hated how Rhys’ voice dropped into that soft register, so similar to how he sounded whenever he and Rhys were intimate and alone together. He should only be using that kind of voice when he was with Jack, and not waste it on a monster that probably couldn’t even comprehend something as deep as their love and loyalty for one another.

Still, he remained quiet, close-lipped on his opinions about the dangerous omega for now, as Rhys was finally able to get a response from the man locked in the room. Jack didn’t fully understand why Rhys even needed to get a response in the first place—sure, it was polite, but they owned the key to the door, and the omega was a guest, however unwanted, in their home. Could they not just walk right in?

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Jack didn’t like having to do this.

He didn’t particularly like Rhys being around this…this man. Barely a man, in Jack’s opinion. Too far gone in the mind, poorly hardwired to deal with the realities of life and interaction with other people in a way that wasn’t violent. Sure, Jack was no stranger to violence, being a hitman, but his violence had a purpose. It was his duty to shoot and kill in order to keep Rhys safe.

But this man…this man was certainly not helping Rhys be safe. And Jack wished very deeply that his young omega boss would stop entertaining the antics of this bloodthirsty stranger.

Unfortunately, he’s dedicated his loyalty to Rhys, deferring his own decisions to his boss’s judgment, and for now Rhys has decided that he wants to keep his little “project” close to his heart.

So, for now, Jack would have to bite his own tongue and make sure that this strange omega didn’t end up harming his beloved Rhys.

He was glued to the omega’s side more tightly than he even had before whenever the pink-haired man was present, defensive over his Rhys whenever the other man got too close or tried to talk to the boss in that weird, halting way that made Jack’s skin crawl. Jack disliked everything about the other man—from his wan, nigh translucent skin, to the tepid, scratching pink hair that sprouted from his scalp, to the way he smelled, to the way Rhys had given him a nickname instead of coaxing out whatever his real name was, if he even had one.

Any moments alone with Rhys have now become even more precious to him, considering how often the strange omega tried to get between them. At the very least, Rhys had agreed to keep the man locked up in the spare room during the nights, telling Jack that at the very least Rhys was somewhat aware about the potential danger he posed. And it gave them assured moments of privacy together that Jack found himself craving throughout the day.

One night, he was laying on his back with Rhys atop him, the couple laying flush together with Jack’s knot firmly wedged inside of his lover’s body. Rhys seemed more than pleased, squirming slightly with the cock within him and the cum steadily filling up his stomach. The alpha was more than happy to cuddle, grateful for the closeness and quiet, until his lover spoke up.

“Jack…I want you to do something for me,” Rhys asked softly, nuzzling his nose into Jack’s fuzzy chest. The alpha petted down the omega’s slim back, palms sliding over his warm skin in a comforting pattern. He could feel the omega’s purrs through his spine, radiating from his core in comforting vibrations into Jack’s own body. Jack tilted his chin downwards as Rhys glanced up, raising his eyebrows at the slight worried wrinkle to Rhys’ brow.

“Yes? Is something the matter зайчик?” Jack cooed, his other hand petting back Rhys’ tousled hair as he sought to smooth out the hint of worry that had crept into his beloved’s features. It was his job to make sure his young boss was as stress-free and calm as possible, if he could help it.

Rhys bit his lip, worrying it with his perfect teeth as he locked eyes earnestly with Jack.

“I need you to do something with….with you know who.”

Despite his usually stoic exterior, displeasure flickered around Jack’s expression. He frowned, his stomach twisting slightly at the idea of having to spend any more time with the pink-haired man. If Rhys wanted to spent part of his leisure time taking care of the other omega, then that was fine, but Jack wanted to interact with him as little as possible. Hell, he had tried several times to distract Rhys from visiting where the pink haired omega was locked up in the room on the floor above them—their current, cuddling position had been a result of such impulse. He deserved Rhys time far more than this monster did, in any case.

“I…Rhys, me and the killer do not get along particularly well, do you not remember?” Jack said as gently as he could muster, fingertips gently stroking along Rhys’ scalp. He heard the omega fussing softly, shifting against his body.

“I…I know, but…he needs our help, Jack.”

“Rhys…” Jack sighed, “you don’t…you cannot possibly help everyone.”

“Yeah, I know that, but I can help this guy if I want…he needs somebody. You know that,” Rhys eyes were wide and moist as he looks up at his lover. Jack swore inwardly.

Damn that begging look.

——

Corralling the other omega ended up more difficult than Jack had initially anticipated. He had let Rhys go ahead of him, the boss softly knocking at the door and whispering coaxing words to the killer housed inside of the room.

“Dvornya? Are you in there?” Jack’s jaw twitched at the name, the butchering of his mother language spilling from his boss’s lips. In his frustration he’d often yelled or growled in Russian at the murderous omega, and to his displeasure Rhys had picked up on some of his choicer language and warped it into something affectionate towards the monster.

Jack’s arms folded tightly over his chest, teeth set firmly in place as Rhys continues gently knocking on the door, purring carefully to the man surely inside. He hated how Rhys’ voice dropped into that soft register, so similar to how he sounded whenever he and Rhys were intimate and alone together. He should only be using that kind of voice when he was with Jack, and not waste it on a monster that probably couldn’t even comprehend something as deep as their love and loyalty for one another.

Still, he remained quiet, close-lipped on his opinions about the dangerous omega for now, as Rhys was finally able to get a response from the man locked in the room. Jack didn’t fully understand why Rhys even needed to get a response in the first place—sure, it was polite, but they owned the key to the door, and the omega was a guest, however unwanted, in their home. Could they not just walk right in?

Jack’s eyes narrowed as Rhys finally brandished the silvery key that now hung on a chain about his neck, carefully unlocking the door and letting it creak open.

Jack flinched as a wave of thick scent washed over them both, thick with the markers of a desperately needy omega. Usually, such a scent meant Rhys was in dire need of some attention from his alpa, and usually Jack would be excited and immediately jumping to care for his lover, but in this case, the scent just filled him with annoyance and dread.

The pink omega looked bedraggled as he stood nervous in the light now seeping in from the main hallway, washing out his pale skin and the stringy nature of his hair. His pants were practically hanging off of his hips, and one strap of his mesh shirt was drooping over his shoulder, exposing one sunken pec. Jack’s lip curled distastefully, but he’d promised Rhys that he would do his best to take care of this omega’s need and help him get some manner of physical relief, at least until they found someone else who would agree to take care of him in that manner.

“Hey, Dvornya, it’s okay, I’m here to help you, okay? Jack’s gonna help you too. It’s gonna be okay,” Rhys soothed, standing in a relaxed position with his hands up, as if to show he wasn’t a threat. Jack made no such attempt to change his stance, glare hardening as the pink omega approached his mate like a deceptively tame animal. Jack tensed, ready to jump on the beast if he had to, remembering what had happened the very first time Rhys had been alone with this. Jack wouldn’t forget for a long time the moment he had broken into the filthy, abandoned apartment to find the murderous omega atop his scared, bound lover.

And still, still Rhys wanted to help him, had roped Jack into helping him. Literally, he thought with a bitter curl of his lip, as he looked down at the silky length of rope wrapped over his forearm.

Rhys was touching the pink omega now, hands softly caressing his face and brushing the stringy bits of hair out of his eyes. Jealousy prickled inside of Jack as he finally stepped inside of the room, grasping the door and pulling it roughly shut behind them, locking it so that the killer couldn’t try to escape from them if things went sour—though according to Jack, they already were.

“See? Its okay. We’re just here to help you through this until we can find someone else to help you more, okay?” Rhys soothed as he directed the whining pink omega back towards the bed, encouraging him to sit. Jack remained standing, though he set all the supplies he had brought with him on the nightstand—the length of rope, a silky, black blindfold, and a buckled, leathery arm binder. He caught the pink omega stealing nervous, unsure glances at the items and fought back with an intense glare, Rhys noticed, placing his hands on the pink omega’s shoulders and softly rubbing his exposed skin.

“Dvornya, hey, don’t be worried, okay? We’re not going to do anything that you don’t want to do, we just think this is….something that will help us help you with what you’re feeling, okay?” Rhys sounded so motherly, like this, reminding Jack again of how much he wanted to properly bond and mate with Rhys someday, have a couple of pups—hopefully without having to waste time caring for this psychopath.

“So,” Jack spoke up, his voice firm and flat, “how do you want to do this?”

Jack didn’t particular want this pink omega touching Rhys again, but he knew that it would be more difficult to gain the monster’s touch if Rhys was not involved. He watched his omega’s expression as Rhys thought, still absently stroking the pink omega’s shoulders as if he was comforting a child.

“I…I think it would be best if I lied down on the bed and had him on top of me….just sitting, Jack, okay?” Rhys amended, noticing the angry twitch in Jack’s lip. The alpha just barely suppressed a growl, still not liking this idea, but at this point unless he followed through with it, Rhys would end up being even more upset.

“All right. Suppose that will work,” Jack grimaced as he took a seat on the bed next to Rhys, one hand resting firmly on the omega’s back. Rhys twitched, turning his chin slightly to look behind him, glancing back at Jack for a brief moment before he was shifting, maneuvering past the pink omega, leaving a dangerous amount of space between him and Jack before Rhys laid back down against the bed. He stretched his legs out, laying completely flat as he craned his neck up, beckoning softly at the pink omega. The man hesitated, for a moment, glancing from the prone Rhys to the guarded, steely-eyed alpha that was sizing him up, almost daring him to try anything out of place—to give Jack an excuse to toss his mangy hide out once and for all. Jack watched as the pink omega carefully eased himself up, coordinated his gangly, shaking limbs all together, getting on all fours to crawl atop of Rhys. Jack’s lip twitched into an inaudible growl as the strange omega sat down gingerly on Rhys’ resting thighs, long fingers clenching nervously into the bedsheets.

Keeping a careful eye on the two omegas, Jack rose briefly to retrieve the binder, blindfold, and ropes from the nightstand, setting all the items on the bed as he sat on his knees, positioning himself carefully. He could smell the scent coming stronger off of the pink omega’s body, could see the way his spine stood out from the pale, almost translucent skin, the way his bones trembled and shook as if they were trying to poke free from his flesh. He looked like a starved dog, despite the fact that Rhys consistently invited him to dinner and left plenty of food in his room in case he got hungry. Jack didn’t see any sight or smell of food spoiling in the room, so the man must be eating, but then why was he so ghastly and thin?

“Jack?” Came Rhys’ voice from below the pink omega, calling the alpha’s attention. Jack raised a brow, peering around the killer’s body to glance at his mate, who was looking back at him with a quizzical expression.

“What?” His reply was perhaps a little heart. Rhys’ face flinched, clearly noticing, but he didn’t address it.

“Can you um….get things started? He’s, uh….well, he looks really eager…” Rhys trailed off as the pink omega’s hand rested against his stomach, drawing the attention of both Rhys and Jack, who was quick to seize the pink omega’s upper arms and pull the limbs around behind his back.

“Easy….be nice,” Rhys chastised as his hands lifted to pet at the pink omega’s thighs, easing the nervous, aroused trembling running through the man’s wan muscles. Jack’s lip curled in a grumpy frown as he dutifully set about clasping the leathery arm binder around the pink omega’s arms, sheathing them all the way up to mid-tricep. He pulled the straps deftly through the brassy buckles, clipping them snugly around the pink omega’s arms and securing them with a testing tug. He hears Rhys cooing to the man between him and Jack, but the alpha does his best to ignore them, to just focus on the task at hand.

Because that’s what it was. A task, and nothing more.

He forwent the rope, for now, not wanting to spend so much time weaving artistic patterns of rope over the omega’s body—that was something reserved for Rhys, for the young man had a desirable, flawless omega body. It was elegant, unlike the scrawny, half-staved and scarred omega that Rhys wanted Jack to care for with the hands usually reserved only for his mate.

Jack picked up the blindfold, rubbing his thick fingers over the silky fabric, reaching around to drape it about the pink omega’s eyes. He tensed as he feels the man gasp, muscles instinctively reacting to a sudden movement of someone he distrusted, waiting for Rhys to move his hands up to rub the omega’s hips, soothing him so Jack could finish binding the blindfold about his eyes.

The alpha rested his hand on the pink omega’s shoulders, vaguely staring off into space as he steeled himself for what Rhys wanted him to do next. He closed his eyes, trying to focus on Rhys’ scent, to trick himself that he’s doing this for his omega’s sake alone.

Jack’s fingers trailed down the knobby spine poking through the killer’s skin, fingers dancing at the waistband of his pants. His belt was so loose that Jack could pull his pants down his thin hips with little effort, showing off his ghost-pale ass, already glimmering softly with slick between the cheeks. He let his eyes flutter half-close, taking a deep breath, focusing on the distant scent markers of Rhys, who was pulling the pink omega’s pants down from the front and rubbing his fingers against his slit. Jack could hear the soothing coos that Rhys was making, mingling in with the roughening pants from the omega nestled between the two of them. Jack grunted as his hands smoothed down to the killer’s quivering ass, slipping one long, thick finger between his asscheeks to coat it with slick.

The pink omega let out a low warble as Jack continued to press his finger inside, focusing on the sensation of warmth and pressure around him while ignoring exactly who he was pleasuring. He forced reality from his mind, instead pretending that it was Rhys who he was fingering instead of just the man that Rhys had decided he should “help.”

The scent certainly helped—at the end of the day, aroused omegas smelled pleasantly, regardless of whether it was one you were in love with or not. Jack took a deep breath, drawing the mingled smell of Rhys and the pink omega into his lungs, his brain growing slightly dizzy, cock starting to harden in his pants as he added another finger. He spread them out inside of the pink omega, spine prickling as a pleased keen cut into the quiet of the room. He could hear Rhys softly whispering words of encouragement—to either he or the omega, who knew, but it hardly mattered as Jack leaned forward and blindly nuzzled against the killer’s shoulder, his fingers rubbing up against all the sensitive omega glands deep inside.

The pink omega shifted softly against his restraints, arms pulling slightly against the binder as he tossed his head back, stringy locks of hair falling across his forehead. Jack’s other hand reached around to clamp firmly on his hips, fingers nudging where Rhys was also gripping tightly, steadying the man between them as they pleasured him from both sides.

Jack shiverd as he felt a heavy wave of slick wash over his fingers as the pink omega shrieked, body jerking as he came into Rhys’ hand. Jack’s arms wrappred around the pink omega’s waist as he went limp, nearly slumping forward over Rhys’ body as the mob boss sat up, cooing softly as he presses reassuring kisses all over his worn face.

“Good….good boy, good dvornya…don’t worry, we’re going to take care of you…” Rhys purred, pressing a tender kiss to the side of the pink omega’s temple as he looked at Jack over his shoulder.

“Aren’t we?”

Jack’s lip still twitched, but the amiable scent of the two aroused omegas and the asking glimmer in his mate’s eyes soothed his annoyance.

“Of course we will.”