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It was a normal jog until you saw him.

You pulled out your phone and lowered the volume of your music when you noticed him: the man chopping wood over a tree stump with an axe. He stood uphill about 15 meters away from you, cycling from picking up cylinder logs to swinging his axe over them on the tree stump.

The both of you stared at each other in the distance, the whole world going silent in your shared moment.

You watched him on, mouth agape.

His eyes were in a trance of some kind as he studied you intently. You had no idea what drove his intense gaze. His ocean hazel irises dark—like he had just discovered something incredible for the first time in his whole life.

As if his life-long search was over.

That connection was mutual between you two, a soft voice telling you that you’ve known this man—or that you were meant to know him, somehow.

His brown hair skimmed down to his shoulders, and you swallowed the saliva that pooled in your mouth. He wore multiple layers for the cool morning and a single glove over his left hand. The outlines of his muscles were visible under the jacket, giving you a good general idea of what was underneath.

You could have described him as beautiful if the encounter wasn’t so… creepy.

It was a cold morning in the forest you were jogging in, but the chills running up your arms were undoubtedly coming from the man staring at you. Even if it wasn’t visible in his features, there was a subtle aura coming from him that unsettled you.

The man’s gaze was like a hunger—a hunger that he’d been holding back for years.

You slowly turned back on the path. His stare lingered at you as you went on your way. Only when you were completely gone from his vision did he step back to his pile of logs and continue chopping wood again.

The party was just about ready. The logs for the bonfire were set up, and the beer kegs were ready.

God, you hadn’t remembered parties like this since college. Heck, you didn’t even remember going to them, but you couldn’t deny that being at this party now made you feel younger.

Your friend Kyra was celebrating her birthday with a weekend camping trip and a party. She had invited you and everyone else she could get her hands on to celebrate with her.

The campsite was large for sure. There were many other here people using this site for their own camping vacations, but she had reserved nearly half of the place for herself.

Yeah… She had a lot of money to spend.

But it didn’t bug you. You’ve been using this camping trip to go hiking and enjoy the view. You had a nice relaxing swim at the lake a mile from the campsite without anyone bothering you.

Even though the campsite was large, it was just at the outskirts of the larger mountains and forest surrounding it. These woods were basically an isolated paradise from society. Or as you liked to describe it, a vacation of stress relief.

Today was everyone’s last day at the camp. Kyra planned for the party to go on through the day before lighting the bonfire into the night, and then everyone would leave the next morning.

The heat was finally setting in. Everyone was in their swimsuits and bikinis and ready to take a dip in the lake. You had your own two-piece on, but you also topped it off with a baggy tee. You’d rather just chill with friends for now than go for a swim.

You’ve only drank a bottle of beer so far and you were going to keep your limit to three. None of the hard liquors. You wanted to get through the night in one peace.

“Hey! Y/N come here! I want to introduce you to someone!” Kyra pulled you by the arm out from the circle of people you were chatting with.

“Again?” you huffed and rolled your eyes playfully.

“No girl! For real this time, I’ve been talking to this god of a hunk that crashed the party—I think he’s from the other side of the camp. You just gotta see him. Please be my wing woman! Whatever I say, he won’t get into my pants!”

“Are you serious?” You asked, baffled, “Thee Kyra Jefferson? The woman who can get anyone she wants in bed being challenged of her mighty power?” You laughed at her.

She smacked you in the arm. “Just butter me up for him, okay? That’s all I ask.”

You deadpanned. You knew enough what she meant by ‘butter her up’. Have the average girl stand next to the pretty model and anyone would choose her. She just needed you to make the conversations flow before she made her move.

The two of you brushed through the crowd before stopping behind the man. You swallowed hard.

He stood above six feet, shirtless. Even from the back, you could see the muscles rippling down his shoulders and arms. You repressed a hum when you admired the shape of his toned ass from his shorts.

His hair was beautifully golden, cropped chaotically on the sides, but somehow enhancing the man’s features.

Kyra went over to the man and pulled his arm. “Hey babe this is my friend I’ve been telling you about! Y/N this is Thor.”

You held in your breath and smiled. “Nice to meet you.”

Thor turned, looking over down from Kyra to you. “It’s nice to meet you t—” he froze completely when he finally saw you. He stared at you in disbelief.

You and Kyra stared back momentarily before raising your brows in confusion.

 “Umm,” you mumbled under breath, and you trailed your eyes away from his.

He continued to stare at you with an open jaw, his body and face tense. Not an inch on his body moved while he glared at you as though he had just seen a ghost—as though you were the ghost.

“T-Thor?” Kyra tugged his arm.

“I—” he broke his stare, choosing instead to turn his head. “I need to leave.” He slipped his arm out from Kyra’s grasp before leaving the both of you in the crowd. You watched him go dumbfounded.

“Did he really just—”

Kyra groaned. “No…” she whimpered, “sexy body man don’t go…” Kyra turned to you with crocodile tears. “This has never happened to me before! I’m irresistible! He should have been climbing all over me!”

You shrugged your shoulders and cringed. “Maybe you were just barking on the wrong tree?” She whined, and you rubbed her back, chuckling. “Happy birthday!”

“Whoo!” Everyone jumped and cheered together.

The bonfire was finally lit, and the party was finally getting heated.

You’d been sweating through the night dancing nonstop in the crowd. Krya had danced with you a few times but for the most part, you’d just been dancing in groups with the many strangers and friends by the lake.

Drinking down the last gulp of your third beer, you shouted in joy and spun around. You nearly tripped on the ground and laughed.

Why were you so drunk? You had never had a problem drinking this much beer before. You tipped your red cup upside down, letting the last few drops of alcohol fall to the dirt.

That’s enough for you.

Dancing continued; the music blasted through the air, the natural fire light illuminating the night spirit.

Bodies bumped into yours as you all danced together, jumping to the beat. You looked over to a couple making out heavily and giggled.

Everyone’s up all night to get some as the saying goes.

The mood tonight was addicting, and it was only a matter of time before half of this party started going at each other like rabbits.

You felt the heat of another body behind you, a large hand placed gently on your waist as they danced behind you. You smiled and closed your eyes, letting the music guide you. There was a sliver of space between you and them, and you took the initiative of stepping back letting your shoulders press flat across their chest.

Broad… They were very broad and definitely firm.

You hummed playfully when your red cup suddenly felt heavy.

Did you not finish your beer? You thought you did.

Another hand trailed down to your arm, and their fingers interlaced between yours as they held the cup with you before guiding it to your mouth.

You smiled and welcomed the cup to your lips. You took a single gulp of the drink before you coughed and sputtered out some of the liquid. Your throat burned at the taste.

When did they add vodka to beer?

You chuckled. Maybe you were just drinking vodka this whole time.

The hand that held the cup with you tilted it back to your lips again, and you forcefully drank two more gulps.

“Mmm” you puckered your face from the burning aftertaste, and the cup was finally taken away from you. Hands suddenly began roaming your body and the warmth finally crept up to you. Callus fingers slid along your sides, moving up from your hips to your waist slipping underneath your tee to feel more of your hot skin.

You pushed your hips back and groaned at the stiff erection pressed up against you.

The man wiggled his hips forward, presenting his obvious desire to you. He let his clothed hard-on snuggle into your ass. The both of you continued to grind against each other through the music.

God, you were so horny. You were never like this at all.

You laced your arm back to the man’s neck, anchoring you to him as your bodies swayed together. His breath fanned over your neck, fire to your skin.

“Fuck you’re so beautiful. I can’t stop thinking about you.” You mewled to his praise, and the man rewarded you with a hot kiss to your neck, letting his tongue lavish you. Though cooling to your skin, his wet kisses did nothing but add fuel to the burning desire in your core.

You rubbed yourself more frantically against his erection forgetting the rhythm of the music in the air in favor of just getting off. He hissed behind you, grinding himself just as desperately as you.

The contact wasn’t enough. You wrapped both your arms to his neck, and he immediately followed, a hand sliding above your navel and another squeezing your breast.

“I need you,” the man growled, “God I need you.”

You whimpered when the man dragged you back, plopping himself down at a conveniently placed log. He grabbed your hips right after and dragged you to his lap.

“Mmmm,” you hummed and grinded your ass against him. The stiff outline of his cock situated perfectly underneath your slit, making you feel so good. Your bikini and his own shorts did little to hide his sculpted manhood for your imagination.

You could practically feel every inch of him.

“I can’t believe I finally found you. You’re so perfect. Fuck, I smelled you all the way from the mountains, and now you’re finally mine.”

Huh?

You didn’t understand what he meant, but your confusion melted away when he held you down even harder, hands roaming between your thighs before spreading them wide. Your pussy throbbed painfully, bouncing your hips doing nothing to calm the ache.

You needed him inside of you.

And as though he had heard your silent prayer, the man behind you snaked his fingers between your legs. You bit down on your bottom lip when he teased you, rubbing his fingers over your clit behind the fabric of your bikini.

Your body became giddy with excitement and need, fast and shallow bounces to rub your little nub harder against his fingers.

His other hand trailed up your neck and held your jaw. He tilted your face up and kissed your jaw close to your earlobe, his facial hair scratching your skin.

The man behind you growled, and you finally turned your head to kiss him.

“Omega.”

What?

You screamed when your eyes came into contact with Thor: the man you had been grinding against this whole time.

You scrambled out of his lap instantly, catching him off guard.

A knife sliced through your muddy conscience and you ran away from him instantly.

“No—” he growled beastly at you, “wait!”

You didn’t give him a single moment as you ran straight away from the party. You stumbled into other drunkards in your own tipsy state, but you ran enough into the crowd that he couldn’t chase you.

What the heck was Thor doing trying to get hot with you? He barely met you, and you honestly thought that from your only encounter that he hated you.

Your mind couldn’t stop spiraling.

You weren’t attractive at all! Why the hell was he trying to have sex with you? When he could have had sex with Kyra? Anyone else honestly!!

Maybe he was drunk. That was probably it… But he didn’t sound drunk at all. You could barely remember the things he said, but the confidence in his tone was clear enough to tell you he wasn’t drunk at all.

You ran far through the forest, the light of the bonfire gone from your vision.

Chills ran down your body. Both from the cold air and from your wandering thoughts.

Just what did a man like that want with someone like you. You already said it once, but Thor was attractive enough to get anyone he wanted all over him, so why would he pick you?

You scarcely remembered some of the words he said while you were grinding up on him: he finally found you.

Was Thor stalking you through the party?

The vodka that you drank at the party sizzled in your stomach, and you gagged.

A curse escaped your lips and you lightly slapped your cheeks.

Get a hold of yourself. You’re not there anymore. He’s gone and done. The creep was gone.

Once when you finally calmed yourself down, you headed back to your camp.

Tonight was your last night here anyway. You’d leave the campsite in the morning and this whole situation would be nothing more than a blip in your weekend.

Nothing to worry about…

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You woke up that morning with your head in agony. The sunlight filtered through your tent, too bright and unwelcoming to you.

God you just wanted to die…

All that alcohol was finally catching up to you.

You yanked your sleeping bag over your head and whined but flinched when your crying voice hit your ears too hard. With a hiss, you carefully curled your body to the side and closed your eyes again.

Just rest… Let the migraine go away then worry about packing camp.

You fell asleep again in no time.

The path was littered with firs and leaves, the evergreen trees stretching high into the sky while you jogged through the forest. The wind wisped through your hair and cooled your neck.

After you woke up the second time that day, you came out of your tent with nearly everyone else gone. Well technically there were a few tents left, but for the most part everyone was gone.

Kyra was gone for sure. She was probably one of the first people to leave.

You sighed and finally stopped in your tracks, catching your breath with large gulps of air. Your headache had calmed down since the morning, and you thought it would help to stretch your muscles just for a second before you left.

The air was relaxed, and you relished the moment, listening to the crows sing their awful melodies along with the other birds. You smiled and smelled the fresh air. A kick of wild spruce hit your nose, and you hummed.

“Mmmm,” you could smell this all day. It was like a drug. Another inhale, and you could pick up the tart fruitiness of, what was it? Cranberries?

Branches suddenly shuffled behind you, and your heart leaped out of your chest. You turned instantaneously, coming face to face with a man approaching you.

“Hey, I’m sorry but can you help me?”

It was the man from yesterday. The same one you saw from your last jog.

You approached him cautiously but smiling. “Um, I’m not sure I can be any help, but what can I do?”

He smiled and stepped closer, brushing his brown hair to the side. “I lost track of time, and I don’t have my watch on me. Did you know it by any chance?”

Your shoulders relaxed and you sighed in relief. “Y-yeah! Sure. Hold on for a sec.” you dug into your pocket and pulled your phone. “It’s about one o’clock.” He suddenly hovered over you and your phone, and you buzzed. The man completely invaded your personal space, and you froze while he looked down at your phone.

He caught you off guard when he suddenly took your phone, scratching his beard and looking at it intriguingly. “12:54,” he hummed, nodding his head subtly, “just on time.” He smiled at you reassuringly, and you would have welcomed his warm smile if he didn’t slip your phone into the pocket of his own jacket.

“Wh-what are you doing?” You tried to reach out for your phone, but the man grabbed your shoulders instead, holding you in place while he smiled softly at you, one hand holding you much tighter than the other.

“Listen, I’m not going to hurt you, so don’t be afraid.”

“Wha—let me go! What are you—”

“Hey, hey, hey! It’s okay! Everything’s okay! I need you to come with me, and I promise everything will be fine.”

“Let me go!” You screamed, kneeing him hard into the gut.

He groaned, loosening his hold just enough for you to escape. You didn’t even go back for your phone but instead screamed for help. Fear and nausea flooded your heart heavily. But it didn’t stop you from running down the trail. It wasn’t even a moment before you heard his racing steps behind you.

“Don’t run from me! Omega!”

Omega? What the fuck was this lunatic talking about?

“Ahh!” You nearly tripped before correcting yourself again.

Goddamnit! What were you supposed to do? If you kept running down this path, you could reach the camp and get help, but with the speed the man was running, he would follow you with no obstacle. He would catch you before you made it back to your campsite.

Fuck.

You frantically looked through the forest as you continued sprinting, your hair disheveled and the man behind you close enough that his panting breaths could be heard.

Oh god he was going to capture you. He was going to get you if you didn’t do something now!

Your instincts pushed you, and you veered from the forest path, running deep into the crowded woods. It caught the man off guard when he skidded to a stop before rushing to you seconds later.

“You’re only making this worse for yourself!” he yelled, but you didn’t listen.

You swerved through the tree trunks, using them to tangle the path between the two of you. And suddenly the man’s breaths died down. You turned, your heart easing just a bit with joy when you didn’t see him behind.

That didn’t stop you from running.

You ran farther and farther until you could have sworn your lungs popped from pushing its limit.

A large tree came to your view, and you ran straight behind it: your sanctuary as you gasped for air. You remained on alert, sure enough that the stranger might make his way to you soon.

Once again that afternoon you listened to the woods, careful to listen to any sounds of snapping branches or steps.

The birds continued to chirp merrily, blissfully oblivious to the predator stalking its prey below.

The air smelled fresh and floral. You picked up the strong scent of rosemary and lavender. It calmed your tense muscles and you finally breathed in a calm pace.

You gnawed your lip before slowly turning back. There were no sounds behind you, and it had been a good couple of minutes.

The man was probably still looking for you in this forest. If that was the case, it’d be best if you walked around this whole area—

An arm snaked behind you before lifting your body into the air. You screamed at the top of your lungs for only a second before a damp cloth pressed itself to your mouth.

“Bucky! She’s over here!”

That voice? No…

It couldn’t be…

You tried with all your effort to turn your body and look at him, but he held you locked to him. He humored you anyway, leaning his head to your ear before whispering in that addictive accent, “did you really think I was going to let you get away last night? My sweet omega, you’re mine now, and we will not let you escape.”

Your nose burned as you inhaled the fumes of the cloth. You clawed your nails over Thor’s hands and arms, but an overwhelming weakness suddenly washed over you, and then you—

You passed out in Thor’s arms, and he finally loosened his grip around you. Your body slumped in his hold while he tucked the fabric cloth into his pocket.

Thor lifted you into arms, pressing your body close to his chest before turning to walk uphill. He watched you silently as he made his way up the forest. Your hair fluttered against your soft cheeks in the sunlight and Thor gulped back in his attempt to hold his arousal.

The alpha squeezed your unconscious body tighter against his own, the flush contact between the two of you sending currents through him.

He finally came along to the black truck he parked a few meters away from where he had found you. He opened the back-passenger door with you in his arms before gracefully sliding you into the seat. You slept soundly while he buckled you into place.

Thor glanced over you once he was done, your face turned to him with your head tilted back against the headrest. His eyes scanned your calm sleeping features before lowering down to your plump lips, your mouth open by just a sliver.

He swallowed hard, straining the muscles of his neck while he watched on. Thor didn’t even notice when his hand slid beside your cheek, tilting your head even more to him. He leaned into the car.

The concentrated scent from you reached his nose, and Thor whimpered, his fingers shaking while he took another whiff of you again.

You smelled so intoxicating; Thor couldn’t stop the drug of your pheromones from rushing to his head.

He didn’t hesitate to lean in and kiss you, smacking your lips together in a deep, hungry kiss. He tilted your head back, letting his tongue delve into your hot mouth, the soft, squelching sounds of saliva moving between the both of you in your hot, passionate kiss.

He pressed himself closer to you, his other hand venturing down between your limp legs as he firmly rubbed your slit and sensitive bud beneath your leggings. Thor groaned harshly, panting between his kisses while he continued to rub you.

God he could smell your arousal already, the strong fragrant scent invading his body, possessing him to kiss you even deeper. He let his tongue trail over yours, licking your lips before going back into your mouth.

He continued to kiss you for several minutes, circling his fingers hard over your clit, your leggings damp at the apex of your thighs all while the forest remained silent and the birds flew over them.

“Get the fuck off her.” Bucky grabbed Thor by the wrist before yanking him away from your sleeping form. Thor growled from the interruption, but Bucky slammed the car door. “I can’t leave you for one goddamn minute before you’re all over her. I could smell her getting wet a mile away.” He turned to the blond, noticing the tent in his pants. “You couldn’t even wait till we got her home?”

Thor ruffled his hair and recomposed himself. He cleared his throat. “Sorry, I couldn’t help myself.”

“I don’t blame you.” Bucky looked back to the truck, watching you through the car’s window. “I thought we would never find someone.” He walked to the car, watching you even more closely. “She’s everything we could have hoped for.”

Bucky shuffled through his pocket before grabbing the keys to the truck. He tossed it and Thor caught it right after. “You can hold yourself around her till we get back right?”

“Yeah, no trouble at all,” Thor said.

“Good, cause it’s going to be a long drive.” Bucky smiled before leaving Thor with you. “I left my bike a mile away, but I’ll meet you up at the house.”

Thor nodded, and they went their separate ways.

Bucky lowered you down to the bed slowly, using all the strength he could to let you go. He stood back up and admired you like a graceful sleeping beauty. He sighed, taking one more inhale of your sweet poisonous scent.

A poison that drove men mad…

God the things that he wanted to do to you, and you weren’t even awake. It was a miracle that he was able to approach you that afternoon without pouncing on you and stripping your clothes right then and there.

Bucky hissed when he smelled the shared air again.

Soon… He’d have you under him very soon. Fuck you hard onto his knot until your belly was swollen with his seed. He could already see it now…

You'd be so beautiful.

Bucky left the quaint bedroom then. It had nearly been a two-hour drive just to get back home—longer for Thor since Bucky had the motorcycle.

He closed the door gently before locking it. He never thought that he would find an omega, but him and the others had prepared rooms just in case. And he was glad that they were finally being of use.

Bucky turned to the living room, finding Thor kneeling as he added kindle to the wood stove.

“What are we going to do when she wakes up?” Thor asked as he lit and tossed a match to the heath.

Bucky sat on the couch, hunched over his knees. “What is there to do? She's our omega. We claim and breed her.” He leaned back and attempted to relax his muscles.

Thor took a chair adjacent to him. “What about Steve?”

“What about your brother?” Bucky asked back.

Thor stared at him silently before Bucky sighed.

“Steve's gone to the other side of the forest. He thought that she was on that side back when we first picked up her scent. He probably hasn’t realized that her scent has moved here.” Bucky tapped his fingers against the armrest, chewing his bottom lip.

“She smells like an omega, but it’s obvious that she’s not. I can feel it. Humans in this world can’t be omegas.” Bucky suddenly got up and paced the room. “But she… She’s—”

“She’s affecting all of us,” Thor said the man.

The reassurance wasn’t enough for Bucky though. He swiftly removed his jacket and tossed it to the couch. He flexed his metal arm a few times before his hands swiftly traveled down the helm of his tee-shirt. He peeled it off his body before marching back to the bedroom.

“What are you doing?” Thor asked, his eyes following his friend.

“I’m gonna get her ready. She is our omega now, so she should be around our scent.” He looked to Thor and smirked. “And don’t worry, I’m not going to do anything.”

Thor scowled, but Bucky left the man for the omega sleeping in the next room.

Your eyes fluttered, the warm sun rays cascading over your body like an invisible blanket. You turned to the light, and you could see the sun shining through the window...

Your body suddenly shivered with ice, your mind fully awake.

Scrambling up to sit, you frantically turned your head.

Where are you? Where are you? Where are you?

You shifted on the bed, but it didn’t feel right. You looked down and gasped at the sight. All your clothes were gone from your body, and you were in nothing more than a baggy grey tee.

This wasn’t yours. None of this was yours.

You quickly jumped out of the bed, scanning down between your legs to make sure nothing happened while you were passed out as it all came back to you. That man who had stolen your phone and chased you, and Thor capturing you before you passed out.

Did they kidnap you?

Panic bloomed in your chest, and it suddenly grew tenfold when a loud noise came from the next room over. You turned in fright at the door in front of the bed.

This room was so small…

You looked quickly at the right side of the bed, rushing to the other door. Steps came closer from the other room and your lungs gasped loudly for air. You pushed through the door but cried when it led you to a dead-end bathroom.

The other door in the bedroom opened, and you screamed when the brunet man from before entered. You barely registered his metal arm attached to his bare chest before you rush away.

“Stop omega!” He nearly grabbed you, but you barely skimmed past him as you jumped over the bed. You latched yourself to the window, searching for the lock, but your time was cut short when the man’s arms suddenly engulfed you. You screamed as he lifted you, and you kicked your legs out like a tempered child.

“Calm down! You need to calm down!” He yelled, but you only cried instead. He turned you back to the bed, and you suddenly saw Thor enter the room.

“Please!” You knew begging was useless. “Don’t do this please!”

Thor climbed into the bed, removing his shirt and pants, his face deadpanned. “She’s in panic. We need to mate and knot her.” You looked over to Thor disarranged.

They needed to do what ?

You locked eyes with him and choked on your breath. His eyes were completely dilated, you could barely see his irises. You twirled your body to the man behind you, seeing the same in his own eyes.

Were these men on drugs? What was happening?

You suddenly noticed the man’s metal arm and instantly held him back, sobbing uncontrollably. It only angered him, and he growled into your face, the heat from his breath touching you.

“Don’t fight us.” He held you firmly by your shoulder to the bed. “Your alphas are here now.”

You shook your head in denial. The more they spoke, the closer you surely were becoming to insane.

Were you even hearing them right? Just what were they saying? Alphas ? Omegas ? You could have sworn that you woke up in an alien world.

You yipped pathetically when hands above you reached for your shirt. Thor pulled at the fabric, but you clasped your hands over your chest.

“Bucky help me with her. Hold her legs.”

He did so without question, spreading your thighs out for the both of them to see, your exposed cunt chilling in the open air. You couldn’t even react before Thor dipped down and forced his mouth yours, moaning into the kiss. You jerked your head, but he yanked you back to his lips, and you cried into his mouth.

“Don’t cry doll,” Bucky cooed, but he pressed himself to your parted labia, the heat from his hidden erection sending lightning bolts to your spine. Your screams were muffled into Thor’s kiss while he thrusted his tongue into your mouth. “It’s going to be okay. We’re here to protect you. From now on.”

Saltwater filled your eyes, and you gasped into Thor’s mouth. You swiveled your hips and dug your nails into his shoulders, but Thor easily grabbed your hands and pinned them above your head.

“Shhh Y/N, shhh,” he hushed your hysteria, ignoring your pleas, “you cannot stop this. Let your alphas claim you.”

Thor lifted your upper body, letting himself shuffle behind you, allowing you to lean against his chest. Thor’s cock pressed against your lower back, and you felt his member pulse behind you. Bucky pressed his hips closer between your thighs.

Your tears and cries came forth as you watched in horror. Bucky grabbed onto the collar of your shirt, not even a hint of consideration, not even a hint of hesitation—compassion or mercy—when he ripped the fabric in half.

He let out a childish whimper, his hands instantly squeezing your bare breasts, tugging and lifting the soft flesh.

The cold metal hand at your right breast made your body shiver, and you were sure that Thor felt your body quake too when he held himself even tighter to you. His arms wrapped themselves around yours, pinning them to your waist, letting nothing stop the man before you from continuing to violate you.

“You’re so-so gorgeous.” Bucky could barely say your name as he stuttered. He didn’t stop touching your breasts, squeezing them playfully, your breasts slipping out from his fingers before he pinched your nipples with his thumbs and the knuckles of his index fingers.

You whined and looked away, but a sudden grip on your jaw stopped you.

“Bucky,” Thor groaned his name before turning your head back to the dark-haired man.

Bucky seemingly understood the man’s request, and he leaned into you and kissed your lips. You wailed into his mouth, but that didn’t deter him from plunging his tongue into your hot cavern.

A sense of vigor raced through you, and you attempted to break your arms from Thor’s grip. But as it had been so far, your attempts were futile, and you broke down crying into the forced kiss.

Even when he had a single hand holding your jaw, you still couldn’t free your arms from Thor's hold on your waist. You couldn’t free yourself from a single arm.

Bucky suddenly moaned into your kiss, pinching your nipples even harder before tugging them up and releasing them. He pulled himself away from your lips momentarily to catch his breath, and your cries finally became vocalized, tears one after another rolling down your face and dropping to your chest.

You stilled, trembling when his hands suddenly went up from your breasts to your cheeks, his palms wiping your tears.

“Don’t cry omega. Your alphas know what’s good for you, and you’ll be thanking us by the end of this.”

His assurance didn’t make you stop crying; if anything, it only made it worse.

But Bucky didn't register it, his hands once again going back to their ministrations on your breasts and his lips attaching themselves back to yours.

Thor angled your neck, tilting your head higher back, and Bucky moaned into the kiss, humping his length against you. It shook both you and Thor, and the blond growled into your ear as your lower back rubbed against his own member.

Bucky’s tongue again thrusted into your mouth, and you mewled in displeasure. Though your reaction was short-lived when Thor began lapping along your shoulder and neck, panting against your skin.

“God you get me so hard Y/N,” Thor hissed, and as if to prove his claim, both him and Bucky grinded themselves noticeably slower, forcing you to feel the definition of their lengths. “You’re so good to your alphas.”

You whined into Bucky’s mouth. That was all you could do while they molested you, their hands all over your body while they pinned and restrained you between them.

Thor slowly released his hand from your neck, and Bucky forced his mouth even closer to yours. The hand that was once holding your neck traveled down between your thighs, Thor licking your neck all the meanwhile.

Panic seized your body, and you began thrashing again.

Bucky finally removed himself from your mouth, and you gasped for breath, panting to fill your lungs. “She’s getting restless.” He leaned away from you and finally began unbuckling his pants.

You screamed and jerked your hips away, but Thor laughed when his fingers finally began brushing your clit, stroking it up and down. “No worries. We can keep working at her until she gets tired and falls asleep.”

“No!” You screamed, but it went to deaf ears.

Bucky removed his pants freeing his cock, and you gasped. He wrapped a hand over his large member, the head tinted red and precum already oozing from the tip.

An unexpected bolt of pleasure shocked you, and your attention came back to the sensation of Thor’s fingers rubbing your sensitive nub. He chuckled and whispered into your ear: “remember when I touched you just like this yesterday? You were so beautiful when I first saw you.” His hand loosened its hold around your waist, choosing instead to slither up and cup the underside of your breast, firmly squeezing it as you moaned. “I knew you were the one: the perfect one for us.”

You bit your lip quickly and sobbed.

No, don’t let them take advantage of you like this. Don’t show them weakness. Don’t show them pleasure.

You cried out suddenly when Thor pinched your clit between his fingers, your body shivering over his while he cooed you with meaningless words.

Bucky’s cock touched your entrance, and you shrieked. You held him back with one hand, but it was meaningless compared to his strength. He pushed in, and your resolve crumbled, ugly cries escaping your lips.

“Oh fuck you’re so tight baby.” He looked back up at you, eyes just as dilated as they were in the beginning. You gasped when he pushed his cock halfway into your entrance, gritting your teeth at the size of his girth.

You couldn’t do this. You couldn’t do this!

You sobbed uncontrollably as the two men continued to pleasure you, little hiccups escaping your mouth when another jolt from your clit rushed through your body. Thor had no trouble abusing the small, sensitive pearl while Bucky rocked his hips slowly in, giving shallow thrusts as he worked himself deeper into your core forcing your hips to bounce against Thor’s.

A hand suddenly held your cheek, and you flinched away, but Bucky remained contact. “I’ve waited all my life for you, and now we will actually get to knot my sweet omega.”

He leaned in to kiss you once again, and you didn’t fight him, your body too weak from the struggle. He placed this metal palm over your hip and stroked your thigh.

You moaned when his cock painfully sheathed itself to the base, the stretch so tight, your walls could barely clench around him. Bucky released the kiss and smiled down to you. “Thor hold her for me please.”

Your knees were suddenly bent up to your shoulders, your thighs spread apart with strong hands. You cried, your body being bent to your limit by Thor’s strength, your pussy stuffed with cock.

“No! Stop please!” Holding your arms and pushing Bucky did nothing. He seldom budged at your resistance.

His hands skimmed down to your ass before snaking up to grasp your thighs. He gave you no verbal warning before he pulled his length out and pushed himself back in. “You’re so wet for your alphas. Your body knows what’s good for you—what you’re meant for.”

He pistoned his cock from there, and a deep, gruntled moan escaped your throat.

“That’s it my love, let your alphas please you.” He smoothed your hair back away from your sweaty face. “I can’t wait to knot you and let my seed fill your womb. You’re going to—”

You screamed to the top of your lungs.

‘let my seed fill your womb?’

Was his genuinely serious? Did they really kidnap you just to get you pregnant?

A hand clasped itself against your mouth, and you screamed into a muffled barrier.

“That’s enough!” Thor barked at you, your body convulsing with no control as Bucky continued to ram his hard penis deep into your pussy. “You will stop fighting and submit to your alphas now! We will claim you whether you want this or not, so stop struggling!”

Tears pooled your eyes and streamed down your cheeks, and you wept into his hand.

“Answer me!” Thor roared and you nodded frantically until he removed his hand. “Say it!”

“I’ll submit! I’m sorry! I’ll submit, just please don’t hurt me!” You yelled.

Thor’s nails dug into your thighs, spreading you even wider for Bucky’s wet cock, letting him slide into you and bump the head of his member at your cervix. You cried from the pain.

“That’s not enough.” Thor said as Bucky continued to jackhammer into you, his member filling you deliciously. “Say you submit to your alphas. Beg us to knot you and claim you as our omega. Beg us to breed you like a sweet bitch in heat.”

You cried when Bucky’s thrusts suddenly became jagged, his cock tugging your hips back and forth. “I submit to my alphas! Please,” you didn’t even care for the random nonsense you were saying; you just wanted them to stop, “please breed me! Knot me please! I’m so sorry!”

Bucky and Thor groaned in unison at your words, and you wept mournfully, your arms falling limp to your sides as Bucky continued to fuck you vigorously.

You gasped when a sudden pressure made impact with your entrance, and you looked down and gasped at the bulge growing just near the base of Bucky’s cock. You looked in horror as it swelled even more, bumping against your labia.

“Fuck,” Bucky hissed as he pushed the bulge more forcefully into you, “it won’t fit.”

“What?” Thor spread your thighs wider apart, and you sobbed at the aching pain, your arms wrapping around his for leverage. “She’s an omega. She can take it. Give it more force.”

Bucky forced himself even harder into you, and you cried when he tried to force the bulge into you. “Stop! Please it hurts so much!” You sobbed between the two men with no way to escape.

The dark-haired man continued to press himself into you, but you couldn’t take the swell of his cock, crying in distress. He hissed through his teeth, and you could see the pain in his face before he suddenly pulled himself out.

“Fuck!” He cried out and held his cock, glistening with your arousal. “I can’t fit my knot into her.”

“What?” Thor growled while he held you, and you began sobbing again.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Please don’t punish me—”

Thor suddenly flipped you to the mattress before he rolled on top of you. You barely could react before he thrusted his cock into you and groaned. He pumped his hips into you frantically, your whole body shuffling up and down the bed at his forceful impacts.

“But she’s an omega! I can smell it on her!” He shoved his cock in you again and you cried out in pleasure, your walls fluttering around his rock-hard cock. “Fuck! You should be pleasuring her! Maybe that’s why…” his words drifted as his fingers slithered back to your clit, rubbing hard on your bud until you were panting and moaning below him.

You could suddenly feel his knot bumping against your entrance, just like the one before, and the man pressed himself even harder into your hips, rubbing your clit at a fast pace. You gasped and clawed your nails underneath him, your hips unconsciously rubbing itself against his skilled fingers before suddenly—

You climaxed. It came so unexpectedly; you didn’t even feel it coming before the last second. Whimpers and quiet moans escaped your lips in the aftershocks of pleasure.

But Thor continued to press his hips hard, trying to force his knot, until you cried from the stretch.

“It’s no use.” Bucky said from the corner of the room, holding his knot. You looked at him, seeing the small dribble of cum leaking from his tip. “Her body can’t take the knot. No matter how hard you try to force it in, it won’t work.”

Thor hissed as he pulled his cock free from your overworked cunt. He grunted in pain above you as he held his knot in his hand, small amounts of his cum leaking out and dropping to your stomach.

“Fuck.” He hissed; his eyes tightly shut with furrowed brows. He panted above you before turning to the man. “What do we do now.”

You held yourself still under Thor as precum continued to drop on your body.

“We need to wait for Steve.” Your body froze with a new sense of fear. There was another man? “He’ll probably know what to do.”

Thor groaned as he stood up from the bed, stroking his cock before squeezing the knot. “Yeah.”

Chapter Text

Your breath was unsteady, your chest trembling with every inhale. There wasn’t enough air in the world to stop you from suffocating.

You held back from gasping when the arm around your waist dragged you closer to the warm body behind you.

There were too many arms around you… Too many chains anchoring you in the endless depths of water.

Your eyes remained closed in a vain attempt to mimic sleep. Hot air fanned over the back of your neck, and you bit the inside of your cheek. It was a wonder how the heat of your bodies pushed up together weren’t drenching you in sweat.

A different set of hands traveled around from the front of your hips to your ass, pulling your lower half to the warm head nestled against your stomach.

You scrunched up your nose when a soft pair of lips pressed themselves gently under your navel.

“Isn’t she so beautiful?” Bucky whispered below you, pulling your hips and stomach tighter against him.

A spark of heat erupted from behind your eyes, warning you of the tears that you would shed in the coming moments as Thor hummed behind you, agreeing with his companion. His hot breath washed over your neck from behind with his deep sigh.

This had been your whole night.

After the men had failed to shove their disgusting knots in you, they had taken their time getting rid of their erections before coming back to you. You weren’t sure why their penises swelled the way they did; you couldn’t guess anything about these men—if they were even human at all.

When they did come back to you later that night, they restrained you to the bed with them and forced you to sleep still in their arms.

You struggled minimally, pushed into the corner with no other choice than to let their naked bodies press against you.

There was nothing you could do but sob pathetically at your fate. But it was only momentarily before Thor hushed you with a hand wrapped over your neck. You hiccupped, silencing your cries for the rest of the night.

The men slept soundly with you in their arms, but nothing could calm you to rest. Their large hands touched your bare body with no shame until the morning.

You stilled your body when Thor pressed his hips to you, his semi-hard cock making itself known. He kissed your neck, the suddenness causing you to take an inhale too deep as the smell of spruce and lavender hit you once again.

“Finally awake my love?” He smiled against you before latching his lips and sucking on your skin.

Your body tensed up to his advances, and you scrunched your face hideously.

How could they keep touching you like this? As if nothing ever happened last night? It was pathetic—you were pathetic. You should be struggling—escaping from them with every fiber in your body.

Bucky hummed against your belly, and you looked down to him.

You whispered in the most inaudible voice. Thor ceased kissing your neck and Bucky looked up at you. “What did you say?”

You clenched your teeth and seared. “Stop,” you screamed, “stop!” Arms and legs swung through the air as you thrashed your body between them, shrilling at the top of your lungs.

You’ve had enough.

“You disgusting rapists! You fucking bastards!” You pushed your leg up and kneed Bucky in the chin. “Don’t touch me! Don’t you dare fucking touch me!”

Thor reacted fast, constricting his arms even tighter around your waist as you screamed. Bucky moved away from you, giving Thor just enough room to roll on top of you.

“What did I say omega?” He straddled you from behind and yelled into your ear. “I’ve had it with your bratty behaviour.”

Thor looked over to Bucky, who was sitting at the window nook by the bed easing his jaw from the previous kick by you. “Go get the rope and something to gag her with,” Thor said before turning back towards you. “Looks like our little bitch is acting up again.” He grabbed your arms and held them firmly behind your back, using his thighs to hold them down.

“No! No—” you squirmed underneath him, but Thor leaned over and clamped his hand over your mouth, and his stiff cock unintentionally stroked against your back.

“Your punishment is past due little omega,” Thor seethed causing needles to run up your arms. “It’s time to teach you what happens when you anger your alpha.”

His teeth suddenly latched to the junction of your neck and shoulder before he clenched his jaw. Your eyes widened, and you screamed into his hand, kicking your legs from under him. His teeth dug even harder into your flesh when you tried to wiggle away.

You screamed with all the air you could muster, the sharp pain gutting through your body like poison, but Thor wouldn’t relent. He sunk his teeth deep until he cut through your skin. A high-pitched cry escaped your mouth at the same moment, and Thor groaned deeply against your shoulder.

God you sounded so fucking gorgeous, even when being punished. Thor could bite you like this all day just to listen to your beautiful voice cry under him like that.

And the smell of your body invaded his nose tenfold… 

Thor rutted his hips against you, letting you know just how hard you were making him.

You really were an omega. No one had ever driven him so mad with lust; with desire, and now you were all his, right under him to do with as he pleased.

You continued to scream, your voice raw as Bucky entered the room once again, rope and rags in hand, a pair of jeans cladding his form.

The pain in your shoulder stretched through your body, and you whimpered when Thor released unlocked his jaw from your shoulder. Your sobs and pants were quiet behind his hand, but he finally removed his palm from your mouth.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered into your ear, but you cowered away from him, “you had to learn, and if it’s through punishment, then so be it.”

Thor lifted his chest off you. “Hand me the rope.” Bucky passed it to him along with the rags before leaving the room.

Warm blood trailed down from your shoulder and neck, the pain worse than before. You didn’t want to move your arm. You didn’t want to move anything.

Thor had his own plans regardless, turning you gently on your back before scooting your body closer to the metal headboard. You turned away from him defeated as he lifted your hands and tied them to one of the metal bars.

“This is for your own good.” He fastened to rope tightly, binding your wrists together.

After restraining your hands, Thor had stuffed a cloth into your mouth, using another one to tie between your lips, effectively gagging you. His knee pushed between your legs as he parted you, situating himself between your thighs.

You bit down on your gag, huffing and sniffling while he lined his cock to your entrance. “Soon we won’t have to do this.” You cried out as he stroked the head of his cock along your slit. “Once when you can take our knots, I will mate you night and day until your belly filled with my pups.”

His words made you sob even louder.

“Shhh, shhh,” Thor hushed you, moving his hand to hold your cheek. “There’s no need to cry my love.” He taunted, hand retreating back to your sex. “You couldn’t escape us no matter how hard you try.”

Thor parted your labia, just enough to expose your nub. He guided his hips closer while he held his shaft, pressing the tip of his penis to your clit.

Your breath hitched.

He rubbed himself against you, violating your body in such a humiliating manner. You sobbed into your gag as Thor continued to stroke your most sensitive parts together, forcing you to share the bond of vulnerability with him.

He groaned deeply in pleasure when he brushed the head of his cock over your pearl again.

You choked on your spit, your legs jerking suddenly as the same pleasure shot straight to your core like a lightning bolt.

Thor chuckled behind his lips before smiling at you. “Is my love finally enjoying herself? I can smell how wet your pretty cunt is.”

You shook your head frantically at his claims, but he swiftly moved his cock down to your entrance, nestling himself between your lips. With one hand on your hip and another holding his member, Thor pushed his cock in slowly, and you gasped at the intrusion.

Your sex opened to accommodate him, his girth stretching you tightly.

“Fuck baby, fuck! You’re so tight.” He panted above you as he pushed himself halfway in, and you began panting behind the gag too. Thor smiled and glanced back up at you.

“This is it! I can sense it, my omega.” He planted his hands at the sides of your head, his body looming over yours with his shadow casting down. “I know you will take my knot this time.”

The alpha finally forced his cock in its entirety, slowly working its way until you gasped as he hilted to the base.

You both groaned in unison.

No, this couldn’t be happening again. There was no way you could let them do this to you.

Your body resisted him, your legs wiggling and holding him still while you flexed your core muscles and tried to push him away.

He only moaned. “That’s it—ahh you feel incredible.”

You squeaked when he rolled his hips, his cock bumping against your cervix before he slowly pulled out. His thick erection tugged your walls with him as Thor slowly dragged himself out, and your body jolted.

“Mmphh! Mmm!” You whined feebly, forced to lay back and endure every feeling he brought to your body.

“I’ll pleasure you this time,” he said, as though he was just reading your thoughts. “We rushed you too much last night; I’ll do more if that wasn’t enough for you.” He thrusted his hips back into you, and you gasped, the ridges of his length brushing through all your walls. “And once you’ve had enough, you will stretch around our knots.”

You squeezed the tears out of your eyes while your walls involuntarily fluttered around him. As though you could clench his cock any tighter…

“Aahh,” Thor moaned above you, finally setting his thrusts into rhythm. He lowered himself closer to you, resting his elbows beside your head while he continued to pump his cock in and out. “Does that feel good my darling?” He huffed his hot breath over your face, and you turned away from him. He jutted his hips into you again, reinforcing his words. “You can’t hide how wet you are for me. My omega knows how to take her alpha’s cock so well. She knows deep down that mating her alphas is what’s good for her.”

If only you could tell him no. You gnawed on your gag, your saliva soaking the rags.

Thor thrusted into you again, catching you off guard. You gasped as you began to feel the growing swell at the lower half of his penis.

“Omega,” Thor slowed his pounding, nestling his cock deep within you before speaking again, “look at me.”

You refused to turn your head. After everything he stole from you, he could at least give you the decency of looking away from the act.

There was no doubt that you could feel him all over your body; you couldn’t mentally escape this moment even if you tried, but even so, you could at least pretend.

“Do you want another bite to match the last one!?” He craned your jaw and pointed your face in front of his, your eyes still shut. “I said look at me as I take you!” He roared, scaring the muscles of your sex into clamping around him as you shot your eyelids wide open.

Thor stared at you, inches away from your face while the two of you stilled. His eyes were dark and dilated in lust, his breathing slowed above you. Your lips quivered when he slowly released your jaw, resting his elbow back to your side. “Don’t look away from me as I mate you,” he whispered, finally setting his thrusts back into motion.

You grunted when he pulled out of your slick opening, only to force himself back in along with the small swell growing at the base of his member. You continued to watch him disturbingly as he panted above you, so close in your personal space.

The man groaned above you when he struggled to push his knot in, dragging your body up with it. You mewled pathetically at the fullness, pleasure sizzling in your core. His eyes glittered in his carnal desire, his skin shiny with sweat.

In all your experiences, you’d never felt any man stretch you so much, and you knew from last night that his knot wasn’t even at its full size yet.

You whined when Thor pushed his cock in, your pussy desperately clinging to his length. Your walls pulled on him as if encouraging him to go deeper.

He hissed vocally before smiling down at you. “My omega is eager for her knot, is she? Ready to take on my pups and mother them then, I see.” He pumped his hips again, struggling a little bit more each time to push in his growing knot.

Your slick covered his length, and you wept while he stretched you.

Thor’s grin continued to grow, but it suddenly faded when his cock halted from entering you. He growled, rubbing his knot against your entrance. Your pussy lips rubbed against his swell, lathering it in your juices as he slowly pushed in.

“Nnhh! Nnnnh!” You cried through your gag as he forced his way in, the bulge painfully wide.

You thrashed your head chaotically as you hyperventilated through your nose, begging him to stop. Yanking at your wrists was meaningless; nothing could pull you away from the man as he continued to push his swell into you.

“Relax my love,” Thor held your cheek into his palm to cease your movements, “I know it hurts, but please,” he stressed the last word, his desperation becoming obvious. “Just… let me—” He groaned when you suddenly fluttered around his length.

God he was so sensitive. He just wanted to cum deep inside you so bad. Why couldn’t you just take his knot and let him.

Thor shifted his weight to his hips, causing you to shrill out in agony. The burn was too much. You were already too full; you couldn’t take anymore of him.

Thor listened to you weep under him, your voice like that of a dying fawn, his eyes glancing up to see your hands curled into tight fists. The bite mark he had left on your shoulder oozing the warm liquid of blood.

He pulled out of you, so suddenly you moaned at the emptiness, your pussy squeezing around itself in the aftershocks of fulfilling pleasure, your arousal running down to the bedspread beneath.

Tears were wiped away from your burning cheeks. You flinched away from Thor’s affections. He adjusted himself to his knees and leaned over you: “I’m so sorry my love. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” He stroked his hands over your face several times to calm you, but your breath hitched when you felt his cock rub against your inner thigh.

You didn’t mean to look down, but the subconscious instinct to do so and confirm your suspicions controlled you.

A frail, high-pitched gasp escaped your lips when you gazed over Thor’s straining red cock. Veins ran over his length, his member twitching upwards in aching desperation with his full knot.

The door in front suddenly opened, breaking you out of your trance as Bucky rushed in.

“Is everything okay? I felt her in distress.”

You and Thor turned to him as he walked into the room. Bucky’s eyes flickered down to Thor’s slick covered erection before flicking back up at him, waiting for an explanation.

You took that moment to get his attention, wrestling your body underneath Thor’s and pleading frantically for the other man to save you, but your muffled cries stop short when you felt Thor’s rough hand back on your cheek, stroking you softly.

“Shhh, shhh,” Thor cooed to you, “it’s over—it’s over. There’s nothing to cry about anymore—”

“I thought we agreed to wait for Steve before mating with her again.” Bucky moved towards the head of the bed before pulling the gags out of your mouth. “You were meant to only punish her.”

“… I know,” Thor sighed. You whimpered as he stroked your hair, both men speaking above you like two adults discussing about what to do with their child. “I just thought this time would be it.”

They continued discussing above you, and you silently took that moment to look up at your binds. Your hands weren’t necessarily bound together, so if you could just untie the knots from them, you could flee.

“She’s an omega Thor; of course you’d assume she could take your knot—”

“So then why didn’t she take it? Is she an omega or isn’t she?” Thor hissed, and you yipped when his stiff cock had stroked your thigh once again. That didn’t deter you from your binds though, quietly tugging on the rope at your wrists to loosen its hold.

A cold, metal hand suddenly grabbed you by your forearm, ceasing you from your attempted escape. You turned over to Bucky but hitched your breath when you caught both men staring down at you with scowls.

You listened to them fume from their nostrils, their patience running thin.

They watched you silently before Bucky spoke up: “Thor, go clean yourself up. I’ll take care of her.”

The blond alpha huffed, but eventually slid off the bed. He held his cock tightly and grunted before walking out of the room and closing the door behind him.

The door slammed, leaving you in the silence of the other man in the bedroom. Bucky had yet to break eye contact from you even as he instructed for Thor to leave. He continued to hold your forearm firmly, tensing his torso.

Your eyes shifted down from his chest and arms back up to him when he cleared his throat. Bucky pressed his lips into a thin line.

“I’m going to bring breakfast. You better still be in those binds when I come back. We’ll open them then.”

Your pout was unconscious, your bottom lip quivering. A new episode of tears overtook you as you stared up at him.

“Please.” You were reduced to crying for your captors to set you free. “I—I’m begging you.” Bucky’s face didn’t waver as dollops of tears rolled down your eyes. His pupils had dilated, but other than that, he made no move. “You have to let me go. I—I can’t do this! Please!” Your ugly cries took over, your body contorting as you turned away from him. “I don’t know what you two think I am, but I promise you I’m not that. Please! There must be a mistake! Just let me go, and I promise I won’t tell anyone about this.” You wailed against the sheets while despair filled your lungs.

You knew crying was hopeless. You knew that these men wouldn’t let you go until they got what they wanted.

How did you ever end up kidnapped by these strangers?

You wept sorrowfully, waiting for Bucky to respond. Instead, he watched you cry until he walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.

It was still bright in the day as you sat on the bed. The air was calm and warm as you bathed in the sun’s hot light. All the sheets from the bed were taken away by the two men to wash, and they left you nothing to cover yourself with.

You sat with your hands in your lap, wrists sore from pulling on your previous binds and your cheek tight from all your tears. The bite on your neck was treated with an antiseptic and a gauze bandage. A plastic bowl of what was previously berries and oatmeal was now clean, and though you ate all of it, you were just about sure that you would vomit the meal out any second with how queasy your gut felt.

You pushed yourself off the bed, immediately leaning against the window, as you sat on its nook. You pressed your head against the glass.

There was so many things you hadn’t noticed when you first came to in this room. The small nook being one of them, but more importantly, the rest of your environment.

You had gone to the bathroom after eating your meal and were surprised to find a functioning water system.

From the only window in your room, you could easily see that the house you were in was slightly uphill, but there was nothing other than trees past the home’s gravel yard. You weren’t sure how far you were from the camp, or how far you were from the next closest establishment more honestly. There wasn’t even a road path from what you could see.

Just how isolated were you?

It was likely that the water from this cabin was coming from a water reserve tank. You could only guess that these men could live comfortably for months at a time before taking a trip to town for supplies.

You wouldn’t be able to escape till then. Even if you broke the window now, there was no chance that you could escape unheard by these superhuman beings, whatever they were. Not with more than one.

You’d have to wait, as much as that sunk your heart.

You didn’t want to wait—you didn’t want to wait for them to rape you again. No! You should be running now! You wanted to escape and run into the forest with every fiber in your body. But you knew better.

These men didn’t just want you; they wanted to impregnate you—and they still do.

They had yet to be successful locking their knots into you, and you were grateful enough for just that miracle. They couldn’t cum inside you without it, but you couldn’t risk getting pregnant at all. It was impossible enough to escape two men by yourself. A baby would be your indefinite crutch that would likely prevent you from ever escaping.

The thought of a pregnancy sent chills down your body, and you held your arms for warmth.

You didn’t even want to imagine it.

A sudden rumbling fell to your ears and you looked to the window. It was coming from outside.

You leaned over to the side and jolted when a truck pulled up to the cabin. You fogged the glass and watched as Bucky and Thor suddenly came out of the house and approached the car.

The driver got out of the car, strolling to the back of the truck.

You didn’t get a good look at him with the other two men in the way, but your heart pounded anyhow. You could only see the man’s combed dark golden hair and navy jacket from where you stood.

Bucky and Thor followed him to the back of the truck, and your brain sparked at the opportunity. Hands scrambled to the window latch, grabbing the lock that prevented you from opening it. You tugged onto the lock only twice before you knew it wasn’t enough.

There was nothing in the room to use that would be strong enough to pull out the latch. You grasp the ends of the window, shoving yourself against it instead. It was tougher than you thought.

You continued to thrash against the window until something caught your eye. You focused your attention past the glass and noticed the driver from before. He stood with a beard similar to that of Thor’s, carrying a dead deer over his shoulders, staring at your struggles. The shared eye contact was momentary until he smiled, his grin wide and his perfect teeth framed. His eyes grew open with joy and excitement, and panic instantly stabbed you deep in your heart.

You cried hysterically as you frantically yanked on the latch again and again, before resolving to just prying on its frame.

No… No!

This couldn’t be happening! The man was here! The man Bucky and Thor were talking about was here!

You hoped you would have at least had a day or two more. Not this.

Not this…

Steve pulled up to the cabin before parking the truck. The hairs on the back of his neck tingled, and he couldn’t stop himself from chewing on his lip.

The omega was here. He could definitely smell their strong pheromones, so close and concentrated.

He removed himself from the vehicle when Thor exited out of the house, Bucky following him right after.

“Did you find them?” Steve asked, straight to the point.

The two men approached him, both with subtle grins on their faces.

“We got her.” Bucky was first to respond. “But there’s a problem. We need to talk.”

As quick as he heard it, Steve’s smile instantly dropped, his face stern as his jaws tightened. He huffed momentarily before turning around.

“Help me unload everything in the back. There’s a deer that needs to be skinned and dressed. We can talk afterwards.”

The three of them marched to the back of the truck, opening it to find it filled with supplies, the dead deer laying neatly in the center.

Back when the three men had been on the search for the omega and her scent, Steve had gone out to the nearest town to fetch supplies once when he realized that he was far from her. He grabbed some provisions that would last them a while, and he was lucky enough that he brought a cooler. The drive had nearly been four hours.

Steve pulled out the deer by its hind legs, dragging it to the edge of the truck before crouching down under and lifting it by his shoulders. He stumbled momentarily before steadying himself to a stand.

“Is the deer finally too heavy for you?” Thor chuckled at him, “Should I carry it this time?”

Steve tsked his tongue, before walking back to the cabin. “Don’t even try.” He rolled his eyes, before unintendedly catching a glimpse of movement from one of the windows. Steve stopped, suddenly aware of the woman at the window, struggling to pry open the frame with her fingers, not aware that her naked body was exposed for him to see.

She struggled with the window some more before she had caught his stare outside the home. Her lips parted as if she had been caught in the middle of a crime as he watched her, and Steve couldn’t hold himself back from smiling.

He found you.

Your panic had finally set in, and your efforts became tenfold as you banged and scratched the window frame.

Steve’s grin grew even wider, watching your mindless hysteria while you did nothing to cover your own body from him, your soft, pliable breasts swaying for him to see as you continued your poor escape attempt.

His fingers twitched, the sudden need for him to swipe his thumbs over your smooth areolas and watch your nipples pebble. Steve inhaled the air deeply through his nose before holding his breath, eyes rolling back at your intoxicating scent.

They had finally caught you, and now you were in arm’s length for him to hold, to touch, to love; you would be his to finally claim and take his knot.

Finally.

“So she can’t take our knots?” Steve asked from his chair, tugging up the sleeves of his sweater. Thor nodded in front of him from his own seat at the table. Steve hummed to himself and digested the information. “But she is an omega. Her pheromones are enough to prove that.”

Thor ruffled his beard while Bucky turned from the kitchenette, wiping the deer’s blood from his hands with a clean cloth.

“We tried to mate with her, but she couldn’t take us.” Bucky pulled out a chair before taking his seat. “We made sure to pleasure her, and she was definitely wet.”

Steve shook his head and huffed. “Okay, then what about her heat? Have you asked her when she had her last heat?”

“Steve, she doesn’t know who we are or what she is.” Thor chuckled: “and you can tell solely by looking at her that she’s never gone through a heat before.”

“But that doesn’t make sense.” Bucky clenched his teeth. “She’s old enough that she must have gone through multiple heats as would any omega!”

“Probably not unless she was given reason to.” Steve whispered. The two other alphas suddenly looked to him for clarification.

“What do you mean?” Thor asked.

Steve combed his fingers into his hair, sighing. “There’s never been an alpha for her to mate with. She must have lived miles away from us before now. Her body probably knew that and suppressed all of her heats from ever occurring.”

“That still doesn’t explain why she’s an omega in the first place,” Bucky argued, “There are no omegas in this world Steve. You know that.”

“And what? You wanna throw her out knowing that she could be the only omega in this world for us? How long have we waited for a chance like this?” Steve seethed, fists tight over the table. “Buck, don’t tell me that you didn’t enjoy fucking her, or that the thought of impregnating her hasn’t cross your mind every fucking second you’ve been with her.”

“Of course it did!” Bucky stood from his chair. “Is that what you want me to say? Because yes! I love fucking her! I love holding her! I love everything about her. Just like you,” he pointed to Steve before turning his finger to Thor, “and just like him.” Bucky plopped himself back to his chair.

Thor and Steve stared in awe their friend.

“It’s just too good to be true,” Thor groaned.

Steve turned to him. “What do you mean?”

The blond alpha tapped his thumbs together, crossing his fingers between each other. “She’s resisting, fighting us from claiming her—fighting against her nature. Omegas don’t act like that; they never did.”

Steve sighed. “Well, I’m not going to let her go.”

“As if any of us wanted to,” Bucky quipped, “She’s staying here. We all know that, but that’s not the issue.”

They contemplated silently on what to do next with the omega simmering in their minds. Steve pressed his lips, his hands resting on his lap between crossed fingers. He eyed the floor for a moment, his focus lost.

He wasn’t sure how, but his mind wandered below, his cock suddenly throbbing while he envisioned his pretty little omega naked between his knees and sucking him slowly. Yes, she would be such a good, dutiful omega, pleasing her alpha quietly with her wet, warm tongue pressed to the underside of his length.

A good omega like her should learn to crawl under the table and pleasure all her alphas, one at a time, sucking hard on their cocks before one of them would pick her up and sit her onto their large knots.

Each of them would have their turns, passing her around like the trophy breeder she was. Their omega would be stretched full and become so needy to be claimed and bred by her hungry lovers.

“We need to train her.”

Thor and Bucky’s eyes flickered over to Steve as he continued to stare at the floor between his feet. “She needs to understand that she is an omega, and it is her job as an omega to keep her alpha’s satisfied and happy.”

“So you’re saying…” Thor trailed off.

“I’m saying that she needs to start behaving like an omega to become an omega. It’s still not clear why she’s…” he struggled to find the right word, “incomplete… but we need to train her into her omega role.” Steve tapped his hand back on the table and looked to the other two alpha males. “Keep her exposed to our scents, and she will acclimate to it. You’ve already punished her once? We need to continue to punish her for her bad behavior and reward her when she is doing well. Her body will eventually express her omega traits, but until then, we need to remind her of her place.”

“What about mating—”

“We have to keep mating with her.” Steve cut Bucky off. “We are only going to fail the first few times before she stretches to us. And once that’s done, she can finally conceive our children.”

Bucky and Thor perched up at the last few words, like dogs about ready to wag their tails. Steve pushed his chair out and stood up, turning his head towards the living area, over to the locked door that contained his beloved omega.

“Now if you two don’t mind, I’m going to acquaint myself with my sweet angel.”

You had just redressed the bite wound when you left the bathroom, gasping when you opened the door back into the bedroom, finding the new stranger sitting at the tiny window nook. The sheets were returned to the bed, all clean and neatly laid over the mattress.

The man didn’t notice you until then, turning his gaze from the window. He smiled at you warmly, but you broke the mutual stare, arms immediately pulled up to cover your breasts, nose pointed to your toes.

Your body trembled while you made slow steps back into the bathroom. He caught on easy and stood up, stepping closer to you. There was no lock on the door, but you could hold him off, right?

“Don’t go in there, baby.” In three long strides, he was already inches in front of you, pulling you away from the bathroom. He closed the door behind you.

The door slammed loudly, leaving the room in a forced, sudden silence. You held back a sob when the man didn’t move and instead inched a little closer to you.

His face loomed over yours, but you kept your eyes down to the floor, your limps shaking even more.

You knew what he was here for, just like the last two men. You knew what was going to happen.

And as if to prove your point, the man inhaled your scent through his nostrils, groaning slightly from the aroma.

Your body was nearly about to fall limp.

“I’ve been waiting to meet you.” He looked down and smiled, though you didn’t even see it. He hummed and tilted your chin up, but you still looked away. “It’s alright dear, I don’t want to hurt you. I just want to talk.”

Your lips quivered, a hic erupting from your throat.

The man chuckled quietly, pulling you to the other side of the bedroom. “Come here. Let’s sit.”

He sat back on the nook while he sat you to the bed. The room was so tiny, there was barely any walk space. Your knees and feet were practically bumping into his.

The man smiled then, rubbing his hands over your thighs comfortingly, though it seemed like more than that to you, his large palms stroking your soft flesh, squeezing it when he roamed closer to your hips.

He stopped before straightening himself. The sun’s rays cascaded over his combed, dark-golden hair and the broad shoulders underneath his beige cable-knit sweater.

“My name’s Steve. It’s nice to finally meet you. What’s your name?”

You didn’t say anything, looking anywhere you could but straight at him.

Steve sighed. “Not in the mood huh? That’s okay. Thor already told me. Y/N, right?” You jolted when he called you out, and you suddenly turned to him. He smiled. “It’s a pretty name. Suits you well, I think.” He reached out to your cheek, but you turned away sharply before his fingers could make contact.

He hummed at your rejection before sighing. “I know this is a lot sweetie—a lot to take in. I know you are scared, so let me explain.”

You bit your lip, tears sparking in the backs of your eyes.

How could anyone explain what they did to you? There was no justification.

“I’m sure you can already guess that Bucky and Thor are different from normal men, and so am I.” Steve smiled and patted your knee.

“Do you know what you are, doll?”

You flicked your head to him before biting with venom in your voice, “I am being held captive against my will.”

Steve sighed once again, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Don’t talk to me like that sweetie. Or should I have Thor and Bucky come here and hold you down for me.”

You immediately swallowed your own poison, bitterness running down your throat.

Steve smiled and held your cheek in his hand. “Now that’s a good girl.” He stroked his thumb over your soft skin before his eyes drifted down. “And while we’re at it, why don’t you lower your arms for me, so I can see those pretty breasts you’re so bashful about.”

His demand froze you, and you glared at him with a new surge of horrid disgust.

“It’s alright baby. There’s nothing that you need to hide from me. We’ll be getting to know each other for a long time.”

Steve’s threats cycled through your mind. There was no way you could keep behaving like this and get away with it. It was three against one now. This was their game, and you were in their field.

Your hands lowered to your lap slowly, and Steve hummed delightfully as your areolas peaked out for him before they were fully exposed. You couldn’t help but crane your eyes down once again, looking down and deciding instead to subtly lay your hands over the apex of your thighs.

Steve grinned warmly before continuing his conversation. “Do you know what an omega is?”

There was that word again: omega, the same word that Thor and Bucky had constantly been referring to you as.

When you didn’t respond, Steve went on: “I’m not the best at explaining this, but you are an omega. Bucky, Thor, and I are alphas. We are a species separate from humans. Similar but separate.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you blurted to him. “I’ve never heard anything about this before meeting you three bastards! You’re crazy!”

Steve’s smile faded, straining his neck and clenching his jaw shut. He stood up, towering over you. “Alphas and omegas are part of a hierarchy. As alphas, it is our job to take care of our omega. And as an omega, it is your responsibility to satisfy us and bear our children.”

You jumped up and pushed him away. “This is insane! You’re all insane!”

“I don’t want to hear it!” Steve growled. He grasped your arms before shaking you in his grasp. “You are going to be obedient, and you will learn to take your alphas.”

You cried when he tossed you into the bed and turned instantly to see him unbuckle his jeans, his eyes going dark. “No! No!” You screamed and crawled away, but a hand clamped around your ankle, and you shrieked at the awful bone crushing pain.

“Omega, when your alpha plans to mate with you, you should welcome his cock with spread legs and an open mouth.” He tugged you back to him, using his other hand to pull his cock free. Steve gave himself a few strokes before his length straightened out almost immediately. “I don’t want to punish you for our first time, but I will. If you’re going to act like a bitch, then I’ll breed you like one.”

You shook your head frantically and cried into your hands. Even if you got away from him now, there was no doubt that two other burly men were waiting for you across the door.

There was no way to escape this.

Steve released your ankle slowly, and your leg fell back to the bed instantly as you wept beneath him. “There’s my girl,” he praised, smiling once again as the blue came back to his eyes. His hands made quick work peeling off his sweater and his bottoms.

The bed creaked to his weight, and you yelped when his hand scooped underneath your waist. “On all four, baby. Just like that.” You were pulled to your hands and knees, trembling with no control as he moved behind you.

His large hands grasped your hips, and you gasped at the unexpectedness.

“You have such nice full hips, perfect for holding multiple children.”

You bit down on your tongue, suppressing the cry nearly escaping your throat. Don’t give him something else to be angry about. Just let him get over it. You knew by now that these men couldn’t cum inside you.

With that reassurance, you released a tense breath, calming yourself.

These men spoke gibberish. Even if they were some species different from normal humans, they were kidding themselves into thinking you were one of them too.

A mild hint of vanilla and cinnamon hit your nose, and you inhaled the warm, sweet scent to calm your nerves. You whimpered as Steve’s hands continued to stroke your hips, and not before long did you press your nose to the soft sheets below you, trying to find the source of that scent.

Steve chuckled behind you. “Look at my sweet darling, presenting her ass to me like a good omega should.” He leaned over your back, holding himself with one hand while the other one roamed underneath you to stroke your stomach. “Eager to breed and let your belly swell with the life we’ll create.” He whispered too close to your ear as he pressed his naked body behind yours. You shivered underneath him when his erection moved against your slit.

Steve moved his hand up, grasping your breast in his palm, squeezing it until he pinched your nipple. You turned from the sheets and yelped out, and he took that opportunity to kiss your cheek, roaming down to your jaw.

“Just like that honey. Moan for your alpha. Let me know how much you love it.” He humped his hips against you like an animal, letting the friction between you and his hard shaft produce your arousal. “You smell incredible!” He groaned, kissing you just below your ear lobe. “All I want to do is stuff you full of my cock until you pass out.”

Steve pulled himself back up, and you gasped when he lifted the upper half of your body. “On your hands sweetie. I want to see how long you can hold yourself before you give out,” he chuckled lightly.

You did as he told you, holding yourself back on all fours. Your eyes shut close as you held still.

Think about something else. Think about anything else. Let him get done with the inevitable.

Your body slightly jumped when a single hand brushed over your ass. Shivers ran up and down your spine when his touch slid lower, a single finger suddenly circling around your puckered hole.

Steve listened for your hitched breath before cocking his head. “Mmm, you like that baby? I’m sure you do. If you want, I can call Bucky in here right now, and we can both fill you up nicely. How does that sound?”

You sobbed hoarsely in your attempt to clamp your mouth tight from hyperventilating. Only momentarily.

There was a light swift of wind before an excruciating slap landed hard over your ass.

“Answer me when I ask you something omega,” Steve seared. He was ready to slap you again until you shook your head pleadingly. “Good.” He beamed, fingers sliding down to your slit. “I want this to just be about us.”

A thick finger pushed into your sex and a gasped escaped you. Steve gave you no other chance to react, pulling the digit out before plunging in with another when he realized you were wet enough.

The groan from your lips couldn’t be hidden, and Steve’s fingers slightly arched up, letting them brush the backside of your wet walls while he pulled out. He attempted to pull his fingers out too quickly, but your body resisted, clamping around the two large digits to slow down his exit.

“Oh honey, you want me so bad, don’t you?” He thrusted his fingers back into you, shoving your body forward. “I promise I’m not going anywhere pretty omega. Your alpha is right here.”

You growled and turned your head back to him.

How dare he think you enjoyed this? That you wanted him?

His other hand whipped against your bottom, and your cried before he yanked you by your hair back into place.

“Don’t look back at me like that sweetheart.” Your sex squelched when he thrusted his fingers knuckles deep, twirling them in your warmth. “I know a desperate pussy when I see one. You’ve been waiting for me to come home and stretch you out, haven’t you? A strong alpha to finally claim your tight little cunt, huh?”

You gasped when he pulled his fingers out, lifting them right under his nose to give a whiff. Steve moaned. “This scent is going to be the end of me.” He gushed, sliding his two fingers into his mouth.

Whimpers and trembles overtook your body as you listened to him suck his fingers above you. You gripped the sheets when he groaned, his pleasure muffled while he continued to lick away your juices.

The sounds were too grotesque. You lifted your knee to crawl away.

“And just where do you think you’re going?” Steve clamped his hands back to your hips, locking you in place.

“No Steve—no please!” You shuffled in his hold when his erect cock pressed into your opening.

Steve’s face turned cold. “You need to learn omega.” His voice dropped, but a sinister smirk soon appeared. “But that’s okay,’ he consoled, “I know you’re enjoying this too.”

He pushed in his cock, and you let out a high-pitch cry. Your walls enveloped him as he pushed in the head of his cock and soon enough the length. The alpha’s hands traveled up near your waist, arching your hips upwards as he pushed himself.

“A-aah,” he sighed when he finally hilted in your warm wet cavern. “That’s it baby doll. Hold me tight. Milk me just like that.”

Tears rolled from your face as the third man in a span of two days forced himself into you. His cock flinched and your body flexed around him, squeezing his girthy length.

“Oh god!” You cried when he pulled his length out, marveling at the resistance of your walls.

“No wonder the guys said you couldn’t take a knot. You’ve never had an alpha’s cock before, have you?” He thrusted his cock back in, and you choked back on your own breath. “No wonder. We need to keep stretching our little girl until she’s all wide and used to for us, huh?”

Another thrust and another before Steve began working at a steady pace. You whined and hiccupped under him; his hands still firm along your hips as he pushed you back to meet him.

“Such a beautiful voice.” Steve hastened speed. “Keep singing for me darling. I want to hear how good I make you feel.”

You bit your lip, but your moan reached his ears. He continued to plow into you, his cock coated in your cum while his length stroked your channel. Your breasts jiggled shamelessly as he ravaged you.

Even with all the strength you could muster, pulling your hips away was powerless. He controlled your body with so much strength; it was unavoidable to be led straight back to his cock as he thrusted into you again and again.

“Arrgghh,” he moaned, tilting his head back as he fucked you. “You’re so wonderful darling. I love you.”

You hung your head in shame while his cock filled you, watching your tears stain the sheets below, but your ass jolted when you felt his knot being to form.

“And there it is,” Steve boasted, pulling his thick cock out just barely before stuffing himself back in. You cried when the tip of his cock pushed against your cervix. He felt your body shiver.

“Don’t be scared sweetie.” He laughed and leaned over your back, his weight nearly forcing your arms to give. “When you take my knot, we’re going to have so many children.”

His hands once again roamed under you, one stroking your belly while the other one reached down to rub your clit. You grasped breathlessly, the feeling of his fingers circling your nub overwhelmingly, his thrusts shallow as his knot grew.

“How many children should we go for sweetie? Five? Ten? Twenty?” He teased, his hand stroking your stomach more and more. “It’s not uncommon for omegas to carry three—four children at a time. It’s actually very common.” You sobbed when he pushed in his growing knot, your sex wrapping around him airtight before he pulled his knot out with a pop. “You’ll see. When your empty belly swells with my pups, pumping out children again and again. My gorgeous breeder.”

His fingers were working too fast on your sensitive nub. The coiled springs forming deep in your core, just about all ready to burst.

“Wait—ahh-aaaah.” You vocalized your moans as your climax finally overtook you. Your pussy constricted over his cock, and Steve sighed.

You both suddenly grunted when his knot did not push itself in all the way. Steve lifted his torso off yours, resuming his original stance with his hands on your hips. He slowed his thrusts to a stop, pushing his glistening cock in slowly. Hisses left the both of your lips when Steve pressed his cock in, but his knot did not give way. He muttered a curse under his breath.

You squealed when he attempted to push himself in once again unsuccessful. When he knew he wasn’t going to get through, Steve pulled out his cock entirely. Nothing stopped you from collapsing into the mattress.

Your eyelids fluttered softly, and Steve groaned as he stroked his aching shaft, squeezing the underside of his knot. He chuckled quietly before curling himself behind you.

“It’s alright baby.” He hissed, gently palming his hand on his length while he adjusted you both to your side. You could feel his warm body spoon you from behind, his hot breath fanning over your neck until he began peaking kisses. “You did so well for me.”

You ignored his words. There was no energy left in you to move away from his touch or fight. His hands circled your body, cock pressed to your ass, making your sticky arousal very apparent between the two of you.

Steve squeezed one of your breasts in his hand, weighing it in his large palm while you mewled and wiggled underneath him. He smiled across your skin.

“Get some rest my darling omega. It won’t be long now before your body adjusts, and you can finally mother the children of your alphas.”

Chapter Text

The morning sky was a refreshing breeze—an oasis of calm and clarity that warmed the forest mountains with a promised kiss of even greater days to come. The rays of daylight glittered all throughout the forest grounds, dancing over the scattered firs and pine needles layered above the dirt.

Steve took in the fresh air, letting it rush into his nose before exhaling it right back out. The natural forest air was a sacred delicacy to men: only a hidden gift that Steve himself could spoil himself with.

He could only compare the air to the fresh taste of water—a taste without flavor, yet one that could not be lived without.

And now it was his.

The wind blew through his neck as the golden-haired man voyaged the forest, following the dirt path downhill beyond his shared cabin home. He had forgone his jacket, left in his cotton dark green shirt while the breeze chilled his arms.

Steve ventured deeper through the woods until the tell-tale sounds of shuffling along the dirt reached his ears. He stopped in his tracks, leaning over at the closest tree with crossed arms.

With his back to Steve, Thor worked with gloves on one knee as he maneuvered the dead fox out from its metal wire snare, tugging the wire out from around its neck. Steve glanced down lower, spotting an additional two rabbits at Thor’s side.

“Don’t we already have enough food?” Steve asked. Thor didn’t turn around to acknowledge him.

“We have enough, but I want us to store more. The weather is getting colder, and it’s only a matter of time before she’ll be eating for two or more.”

Steve sighed at the mention of her.

Her…

You.

“You should have never bitten her.”

Thor held the fox still in his hold, gears processing in his head before he turned around to Steve. “Is that what you came to me to talk about?” He scoffed before turning back to his fox, tying it with the rabbits before he stood with them hanging from their ropes. “Well I assure you; I had no intention of bonding with our dear omega.”

Steve marched forward to the other alpha with furrowed brows, intent on stopping him on his tracks. “Bullshit. You had no right! Biting her and then immediately attempting to mate with her. Are you crazy? What if you knotted with her then?”

“I’m not bonding with her!” Thor pushed past Steve, mildly shoving the other alpha away. “I lost control when I bit her, but I haven’t done anything more to bond with her, or have you forgotten how to properly bond with an omega? You know just as Bucky does that nothing would have happened had I knotted.”

But the words didn’t reassure Steve. He clenched down hard on his teeth, seething while Thor walked away from him.

“We agreed that we weren’t going to bite our omega. She is the only one shared between all of us!” Thor ignored his comments, continuing his way back to the house. “If you do try to bond with her, I’ll make sure you won’t get that chance!”

Thor ignored him, hiking back up the hill.

You gasped in cold sweat as the hand holding your shoulder released you. Turning from the bed, you spotted Steve sitting behind you. He was not at all naked like before, dressed in a shirt green like pine and a pair of pants.

You clawed the sheets up to cover your chest and you immediately scrambled away from him to the other corner of the bed. Your throat dry like sand, your lips cracked.

“Please…” He didn’t hear you beg.

Steve smiled innocently, your heart dropping down the depths of an ocean.

How dare he smile at you like that? The same smile he likely dawned on when he was ramming you from behind, forcing you to listen to his vile words while he caged you underneath his body and weight.

You wanted to scream and rip his throat out.

But he leaned over the bed, your heavy heart instantly jumping back into your esophagus. His hand reached the back of your head, fingers sliding through your hair. It didn’t go unnoticed by him how your body trembled, pulling you away from him by a wisp of air.

“Dinner’s going to get started soon. Can’t have my precious omega missing it.” He pressed his lips to your forehead, and you whimpered underneath his massive figure.

This was the same man that could throw you across the room with one hand, the man that could pin you down with your arms behind your back until they popped right out of their sockets.

What person could act like this in front of you?

Steve lifted his weight from the bed, standing before you until he headed to the door at the side of the room. “Come on sweetie. Let’s wash up, and then you’ll get your dinner.”

You huffed at him, your beady eyes flicking down from his face to his hands and feet. You didn’t move out of the bed, slowly shaking your head no.

Steve tsked his tongue not a second later, and he suddenly took a step forward.

“No! Noo!” You immediately jumped back off the mattress and into the corner, cowering as Steve marched around the bed. Your screams were cut short as he yanked the blankets away from you, your naked body once again exposed to him.

“You have a lot of manners to learn, you disrespectful little—” He cut himself off from finishing the sentence with a curse, grabbing your arm and yanking you forward. Your body floundered to his torso, and he twirled you swiftly before pushing you to the bathroom, his hands moving from your arms to your bare waist. He held you tight with his fingers squeezing your soft flesh. Digging your feet into the rug did little before you were quickly pushed into the bathroom.

The wood of the door softly closing, and the click of the lock behind you.

You turned your head to the left, the clawfoot tub waiting for you. But you barely had time to fully process it, Steve dragging your body closer. His arm wrapped around your waist while he leaned over  the tub and let the water run. He seemed oblivious to your thrashing bout.

Either that, or he didn’t care.

“I’m giving you a chance to be good; are you going to be good or not?”

You didn’t answer him, choosing instead to dig your hands into his forearm and pry him off. His muscles bulged intensely, surprising you. He already proved to be invincible against you, but the muscles of his forearm contacting underneath you was as though they were appearing out of thin air. You gasped harshly, his arm squeezing your abdomen against him, crushing your body.

He was going to break you in two; he was going to rip you in half.

He joined both arms together, doubling his strength as he crushed your waist.

Tears splurged through your eyes, and you grasp his forearms.

“Wait! Stop! Arghhh—” you barely mouthed the words.

“I’m not going to tolerate this behavior any longer omega.” He released you, and your body lurched to the floor with a firm thud. Cheek pressed against the hardwood and hair frayed about, you gulped in all the lost air, heaving heavily.

Steve crouched down above you, his fingers swiping the hair away from your face. “I’m sorry love. I don’t want to hurt you, but if you would only listen to me, I wouldn’t have to do this.”

You whimpered as his hand brushed over your cheek and neck.

“I love you sweetie, but this isn’t the example I want you to set for our children. I need you to be good and take a bath for me. Will you be able to do that?”

It took a moment, but you nodded to his request.

“That’s a good omega.” Steve smiled, before pushing your hair further past your neck.

The bandages covering the bite mark…

He studied it carefully, his fingers drifting to the gauze and peeling it out slowly. The scabs peaked underneath until the alpha finally ripped the bandage out, and the chills ran across your body.

The sudden onslaught of nakedness overtook you, stronger than before with your breasts and ass already exposed to him. Steve’s piercing gaze heavy like a lethal blade, you silently wished to hide under a blanket and just disappear.

Like a bad dream… Just let all of this disappear.

Steve stood above you—towering overhead before he turned to the tub. You listened as the running water slowed to a stop, leaving you in a room of dead silence with the larger man.

Steve turned back and knelt to you. “Do you need help?”

His questions sparked you out of your daze, and you finally moved your arms.

“No…” You pushed yourself to your elbows before getting onto your knees. And it seemed like Steve didn’t care for your answer, his hands digging to your pits and lifting you up quick like a feather.

You planted your feet to the floor, and slowly turned to the tub, but Steve held you back, turning you instead to him.

“I can’t let you in the tub alone.”

Goosebumps littered your arms, the sudden cold pebbling your nipples. You looked up to Steve, fearing his next words.

“Undress me,” he whispered, hands trailing down to yours. You pouted, lip trembling while he had your fingers in his grasps.

As if you had a choice? You had barely eaten, but bile radiated in your gut at his tone.

Why was he whispering to you like that? Running his hands and holding yours like some lover?

What kind of psycho was he to think that this was all okay? That holding you and talking in disgustingly sugary sweet words would null all his other horrid actions.

You knew you couldn’t stop him when he lifted your hands to his hips. Muscles moved on its own then, sliding your lithe fingers underneath his cotton shirt. You didn’t want to give him a show, so you worked fast to pull his shirt over his head, lifting yourself to your toes when he made no move to lean down to you. Your breasts unintentionally pressed against his chest when you lifted his shirt over his head.

Your eyes popped wide, and you pushed yourself arms distance away, peeling off the rest of the shirt from his arms. He smirked at your bashfulness, arms open as an invitation to return to him.

Like some dog…

You clenched your teeth, dropping his shirt and taking a step back to him. Don’t look him in the eye, you reasoned with yourself; don’t give him the satisfaction of victory.

Your hands fumbled to unbutton his pants, and Steve took that moment to run his arms up and down your back in a comforting manner. “Don’t be mad sweetie. We only know what’s best for you. And you’re being such a good girl too. It’s not that hard.”

You nearly gave him a poisonous glare, but you decided against it, chills running down your spine as his nails lightly trailed over the skin of your back.

Swallowing your pride, you continued to undress him, pulling down both his pants and briefs. His cock was limp, but as you leaned down to push his pants to his knees the twitch of his member did not go unnoticed.

You stood, glaring back up at him while his pants fell to the floor. His vile smile met your gaze...

He moved away from the pants and briefs below before sweeping them away with his foot.

“Here, let me help you.” He grabbed your hand and moved you closer to the tub, and your body acted on unconscious memory as your other arm reached over to cover your areolas.

The water was clear and void of ripples. Steam fluttered above it like dancing fairies.

He waited for you, and you wished for nothing more than to shrink into dust.

You lifted your leg over the tub slowly, goose flesh trailing up your thighs as your foot finally sunk into the water. Steve took your other hand, but it had gone unnoticed by you as you pressed your foot against the ceramic tub.

The alpha watched you eyeing the water as though you had only witnessed it for the first time while you added your other leg into the tub. His smile was warm, but he held himself back from a complete grin, afraid that if you caught him it would have spoiled your mood.

You were such an angel… A goddess.

His goddess.

His omega.

Steve guided you, holding your hands as you finally sat down in the tub. You looked away from him, crossing your leg over the other. And when he released your hands, you moved them to cover your chest.

He sighed.

They would have to teach you early on that you couldn’t hide yourself from your alphas like this. He gnawed on his bottom lip before leaning over the tub, quickly holding your head before peaking a gentle kiss to your hair.

You flinched away, whimpering when his body remained above yours.

Steve looked down at you, but when you did not meet his gaze again, he kissed your head again before lifting himself back up.

You stared down at the water while you heard him turn away, and you had guessed that the man would finally leave you alone. Shoulders sulked when he grabbed the body wash and shampoo bottles from the shelves above the toilet along with a single towel.

He returned to you and placed the items down next to the tub. Steve didn’t waste his time then, a hand on your back as he urged you to move forward.

You squirmed like a fish, face hot as he stepped in the tub. It took him a moment, but Steve was soon sitting behind you, his legs on either side of your body and his arms resting over the ceramic rim.

You sat silently, your back hunched to avoid resting against his chest. Steve sighed, resting his head back and taking calm, relaxing breaths through his nose and mouth.

It was better than listening to him speak, but the silence was still eerily dreadful. You didn’t know what to do with yourself as you sat in the hot water. After a moment of nothing, you turned your head to the side to glance at Steve, but he did not acknowledge you, his head resting and his eyes closed.

You turned your head back, staring down at the water.

There was no chance that you could escape him from here—he had already made it clear that resistance was futile. He wanted you in the tub, and you were sure enough that you would slip in the water anyway, probably ending up cracking your head open like an egg.

You blinked back tears momentarily.

Should you just wash yourself then? Maybe he just wanted to make sure you did what you were told.

The water waves moved slowly below you as you watched on.

Maybe he just wanted to make sure you didn’t drown yourself in the tub… A mercy so tempting for you right now. You would if you could. There was no idea how long before someone knew you were missing. Kyra was a good friend, but you wouldn’t expect her to have you at the top of things she would be thinking about right now.

You didn’t even know where you were in this part of the forest. You had only regained consciousness in the cabin. For all you knew, you could just be a left turn away from the camp grounds or miles away.

But your things should still be at the campsite! Someone will eventually see that you weren’t there, and they’ll have to send a search party to find you. When you ran away from Thor back during the bonfire, you had been able to lose him before heading back to your camp, and both encounters that you had with Bucky had been outside of your camp, so there wasn’t any way for him to know either.

You just had to wait. These men can take your body, but they could not take your life. It was only a matter of time until a search party rescued you.

Your eyes lost focus from the water, your resolve giving you the strength to push on. You turned your head and reached down to the side of the tub for the bottles, the water splashing below you. You grabbed them and held them in front of you, trying to identify the body wash from the shampoo.

They were both unscented.

Odd… The water that filled the tub didn’t have any salts or oils, and the bottles were fragrant-free as well.

You didn’t dwell on it, leaving the body wash back on the floor before uncapping the shampoo. No conditioner… Your hair was going to be so coarse and dry by the end of this.

A leg nudged your waist, and you jolted up, your back arching vastly. You froze in place as Steve grabbed your arm.

“Not yet,” He turned you to him, but you couldn’t meet his eyes. “There’s something else we have to do first.”

“What?” Venom entered your core as Steve took the bottle out from your hand. What did he want? Did he want to take you here, in the water?

Steve moved his hands to your hips, turning your body. The water sloshed around as he lifted you. You straddled him.

“Wait Steve wait! I can’t do this in the water!” You already began crying, knowing full well that you couldn’t stop him from what he wanted.

You rested against his large thighs, and Steve pulled you in close, allowing you to rest against his broad frame. You shivered in the water as his hard member pressed against your stomach. Your whimpers could not be held, and you feebly sobbed in his embrace.

“Shhh, shhhh.” He petted your hair before tilting your head so that you could lay against his shoulder and neck. “It’s alright. Just breathe and rest.”

You were rigid in his hold, but Steve disregarded it and held you close anyhow. One arm around your waist, and the other at the back of your head. He pressed you firmly against his neck, your nose squished to his skin.

What did he want? What was he planning to do?

It came to you as a surprise when he leaned his head back once again on the rim of the tub, laying silently with you against him. The water held as still as you could hold it. Spiders crept up your skin, leaving its trails on your back. But of course, that was a spontaneous reaction.

Steve held you in the tub, his fingers caressing minimal, gentle strokes—the only signal to know he was still awake.

Did he want you to wash him then?

You weren’t sure whether you should grab the shampoo bottle. Steve had left be back beneath the tub. The hands constricted like vines around you was another issue too. Moving your head would go nowhere with his hand holding you in place, smothering you into his neck.

Steve surely was trying to suffocate you again. The force of his hand left your mouth and nose pressed against his skin. You could hardly breathe from the overwhelming contact.

The overwhelming scent.

You shifted your head, but Steve held you down.

“S-Steve—” You struggled in the tub, water slashed and spluttered around your waists. He mewled silently in his hold, you unaware of the excessive grinding your stomach placed upon his cock. A shiver of lust overtook his form, the sensation of your weight above him—legs spread wide and the warm vulva rubbing against his shaft.

He sighed heavily before digging his nose into your neck, replicating your forced position. You whined when his hot tongue lavished your skin.

Just what was he doing?

“Stay still with me,” He lapped up the sweat that you had accumulated from the hot steam of the water, “I promise I won’t hurt you.” His released groan told you otherwise.

You trembled in his arms. The warmth was finally getting to you, Steve’s hot tongue… Soft against your body.

He was careful not to kiss your scabs. Though a more primal urge demanded that he bite over that mark and leave a more prominent scar. It was grotesque enough just looking at the mark of someone else on your body. When he leaned close enough to the teeth markings, the scent of the other alpha was just barely there…

But there, nonetheless.

And he could do nothing but sit still like a dog and wait for it to heal.

Steve pressed his lips beneath the lobe of your ear, sucking slowly on your pliable flesh. The least he could do was mark you in his own way—coat you enough in his scent that Thor’s mark be forgotten until it properly healed.

Your head spun in the drunken heath of a burning fire. It suddenly dawned on you how clammy your skin had become, cemented to the larger man as though a thin translucent layer of glue had clasped your bodies together.

Your head sunk deeper into the junction of his neck and shoulder, becoming nothing short of a spiraled mess.

What was happening? Why was the water boiling hot?

You weren’t sure if it was Steve; he had suddenly become a furnace underneath you, and you were caught burning in the oven, baking like a cake.

It was reminiscent of younger years, when you would bake a classic cake and stuff it into the oven, waiting for the timer to chime. And the wait would eventually draft your house in the strong aroma of the vanilla extract.

Vanilla beans and cinnamon.

You took a deep inhale through your nose, smelling the scent once more as you pressed your lips to Steve’s neck. You had since closed your eyes, enveloping yourself in your daydream.

The alpha combed your hair back, letting your neck breathe with cool air, his tongue now ice melting against your skin.

Steve hummed against your skin, the vibrations deep in his throat running down your spine and tickling your chest.

You didn’t know what came over you, dizzy and drunk out of nowhere. Though this feeling… You felt it somewhere before.

Another deep breath, the sharp smell of nutmeg and cinnamon rushing to your head. You cried out, parting your lips only to nibble on his skin.

Steve hissed, straightening himself and letting his cock stroke your belly.

“That’s it girl, that’s it.” His hands suddenly slid underwater, grabbing your thighs and slightly spreading your ass. “Such a wonderful omega for me.”

You didn’t hear him, focused solely on swirling your tongue on the small bit of skin caught between your teeth. He lifted your hips, grounding your slick pussy against his cock and abs. Your breath hitched when the tip of his cock brushed up against your clit, your eyes rolling back in bliss.

Steve bit his lip and stifled a moan, his cheeks and ears flaming red like rubies. His grinding growing fast and desperate left you with no choice but to wrap your arms around his neck for better leverage.

You had lost control, unaware of Steve’s lustful movements while the scent of his body dragged you deep into the pitch-black abyss.

Even in the water, your slickness was apparent, Steve gasping when his cock nearly slipped into your waiting cunt.

No, not here; not now.

Steve glanced down at you, barely able to see as you continued to lap up the pheromones secreting from his sweat glands while you continued to rub your body against him.

You were completely drugged with lust.

“My omega, I need to wash you. Will you be a good girl for me?” He waited for your reply and beamed when you kissed his skin.

Steve manipulated you easily afterwards, rubbing shampoo into your hair and soap onto your arms and back. He could barely get you off him though, only enough to briefly dunk you into the water and wash out your hair.

You clung to his neck, even after he drained the water out of the tub and dried the both of you off, arms tangled around his neck and legs wrapped tightly over his waist. Steve nearly laughed. The girl before the bath would be ashamed of what you’d become now.

His cock remained rigid when he carried you out of the bathroom, plopping your naked body back to the bed.

Hair damp and skin just barely dry, you whined and shivered above the sheets. Your nipples stiffened into small pebbles as well, and Steve—mesmerized to take his claim—gritted his teeth and held still, before returning to the bathroom to relieve his sexual frustration.

With Steve gone, you tossed your body around on the bed, squirming from left to right until it seemed like you could finally breathe.

What happened to you?

You remembered it all. The clinging and licking of his neck, the way you grinded him like some animal in heat.

It was impossible to process.

You nearly screamed and bit your tongue when the door to the bathroom opened once more, Steve entering with a towel on his waist. You scrambled back on the bed, nearly falling off at the edge.

His snicker echoed from the other side of the room, and your glowering eyes met him.

“How can you laugh at this—at me?” You rolled out from the bed and stumbled back to the window nook. “Do you understand how wrong what you’re doing is?” You pointed to the other locked door within your prison. “You and the rest of them!”

His smirk vanished at the sound of your words, lips pressed into a thin line as his pupils bore onto you. He didn’t say anything though, scrunching his brows before walking closer to you.

“No! Wait—” Your instant regret hit you. You should have never agitated him.

You yipped when he took hold of your shoulder, forcing you to sit down upon the nook as he towered over you.

You had half a mind to immediately apologize for your outburst, recollections of your recent struggles against his hold coming back to you, but Steve beat you to the silence.

“You have no idea how right this is.”

What?

You stared at the eyes of Medusa; your body completely turned into stone.

Steve smiled, letting his hand trail up to hold your cheek. “Everything about this is right, and I know you felt it too.”

You choked on your sob, your eyes popping out in disbelief.

“Steve—Steve please,” you begged, eyes glossy with tears ready to pour out. You grabbed the hand on your cheek, shuddering, “we can get you help. You, T-Thor… Buck-Bucky: all of you. We’ll get to the closest town and go to the authorities together.”

“But you’re all we need.” He swiped his thumb over your cheek, staring into you. “You, and all of our babies.”

You released his hand and sobbed, chest heaving as he turned from you ready to leave the room, leaving you to boil in his words.

But Steve turned back to you as you lifted your legs to your chest and cried.

“Bucky will come back to mate with you tonight, and I will join him sometime after. It would help if you were on the bed ready for us. Pleasure yourself…” He nudged his head at the nightstand. “Your dinner is there. Finish it before we come back, and you won’t be punished.”

His voice echoed through your ears when he finally closed the door; the end of his unwanted company as you were left alone again in your wooden cage.

The door clicked softly behind him, and he locked it instantly, without a second thought.

“How did it go?”

Steve turned over, Bucky and Thor waiting for him at the table, already indulging in their supper—a bowl waiting for him as well. Steve sighed, grabbing a hold on the towel wrapped around his hips.

“She responded to me better than I expected. Already addicted to my sent.” He caught the slight twitch from Thor’s brow, but continued; “she’s still stuck in her head on fighting us, but nothing some discipline didn’t fix. A small punishment is enough to keep her quiet for a moment or so…”

Steve walked over to the other side of the room when the other alphas nodded. “I’m gonna get dressed. I’ll be at the table soon—oh, and Bucky don’t forget that I’m joining the both of you later.”

“Don’t worry, I know.” Bucky nodded to him before Steve finally left the room.

Thor spooned another helping of soup into his bowl.

Too much time had gone by before you started panicking again, though you were already pathetically sobbing away from Steve’s final words, your eyes puffier than even before.

You were so sore from all the tears that blinking was even painful for you to do, your head filled with the pulsing pressure, but your mind was still stuffed with so many questions.

In the bathtub, with Steve… What made you act like that? All over his skin? Touching him? Licking him—kissing him? Nothing would have convinced you to do that.

So what happened?

The food! It had to be the food.

You scrambled over to the bowl left for you on the nightstand before you wrapped your arms over your breasts while you stared down at the thick creamy soup, the small bits of vegetable leaves evenly stirred within.

You grabbed the spoon hesitantly, slowly swirling it into the soup.

That oatmeal that you ate this morning… Was it possible that they drugged it for you?

You kept spooning the bowl of soup, as though some magic pill will pop out and prove all your assumptions true. But you were still sure something was there, mixed in with all the other creamy, cooked soup.

You couldn’t eat this. Not if it was going to drug you all over again like the last meal.

But Steve… What he said… They were going to severely hurt you if you didn’t finish it.

Is it worth it? Starving yourself only to get punished by three men and end with the same result—one of them on top of you, holding you down and reaping away at your body.

Someone was eventually going to find you… It made no sense for them to come and find a woman near death and starving. That wouldn’t help anyone. And that was only if these alphas would let you get away with starving yourself…

You lowered yourself to your knees before grabbing the bowl off the nightstand. You winced as the hot ceramic touched your hands as you adjusted yourself on the floor, your back resting against the bed frame and your knees up and close to your chest.

You ate in silence sure enough that a sorrowful salty tear or two had found their way into your bowl while you filled yourself. The potato soup was surprisingly good, not at all bland like you’ve thought, and there was nothing outstanding about the flavor that would make you think it was drugged…

They must have dissolved it in your meal beforehand: an odorless, flavorless aphrodisiac that would have had you guessing no better.

But you knew.

You only finished half of the soup before diluting the soup from the bathroom sink and flushing it down the toilet.

After everything, what made them think you could stomach this food without barfing it all back out. And if they were drugging you now, you would have to do all you can to make sure it’s full effects couldn’t get to you.

You leaned over the counter, slamming the bowl a little too harshly over the black countertop before staring into the mirror.

It was looking into another world: red scleras and swollen eyes, your lips dry and your hair dried complete mess… Not even rags to cover yourself to offer you your last shred of dignity.

You stared into her eyes, looking at the woman before you. She stared right back with the same force, but her brows furrowed, and lips just barely began pouting, the slow phantom of pity showing upon her more and more.

First a jolt. And then a hiccup…

And then a sob.

No!

You bit your lip quickly to hush yourself.

Don’t you dare break down.

You held your hands into fists along the counter, standing tensely to keep your legs from bucking beneath you.

Fuck that pity. Fuck everything.

You can hold yourself. Just breathe, calm down. You can do it.

You took a deep breath, your head sulking past your shoulders as you tried to calm yourself, your head eventually rolling to the side as you focused on the bowl on the counter, the thick, hard, shiny ceramic finally catching the center of your attention.

You picked it up one more time, before smashing it into the counter.

Chapter Text

Darkness swept the sky as the chorus of crickets softly sang their melody. The stars could be seen vibrantly if anyone could look past the dense forest trees. The glow of the bright moon was a call of calm. Anyone would be mesmerized by looking up at it…

His palm immediately clasped the back of his neck, pressing firmly on the hairs that stood out of nowhere. Eyes grew wide as he lifted his head. It was as though a cold puff of air blew over his skin behind him, softly but firm, like traces from a ghost.

Bucky soothed his neck against his palm, easing the tingle spreading over him: the needles one would feel when blood rushes back to their numbed limbs.

He turned to the side, catching himself in Thor’s stare while the other alpha mirrored the same posture, hand holding the nape of his neck.

So it wasn’t just him who felt it.

The unease.

They had both been lounging out in front of the cabin when the sensation hit them. Thor turned his eyes behind the brunet and Bucky shifted in his seat, following his gaze to the window belonging to their omega’s room.

Their minds had synched together then, sure that something wasn’t right.

Bucky had stood up, eyes still glued to the window. The chorus of chirping night crickets caved the silence amongst the alphas, both predators of focus.

Thor glanced up to his friend after a moment, though Bucky was still tranced in his stare, his eyes burning at the window, waiting for something to reveal what was amiss—that the scratching on his skin would be put to rest.

He leaned over the small wooden table, grabbing one of the glass beers before tilting his head back for his last drink. Thor eyed him with a blank expression, more curious about what was playing in the other alpha’s head.

Bucky didn’t look back to him.

“I’m heading in tonight.” He marched to the door before disappearing inside the cabin.

He left, leaving Thor as he gnawed on his bottom lip listening to the insects continue their night song.

It wasn’t a long walk from the front of the cabin to your room. Bucky had unlocked the door before slowly pushing it open. He was met with you as you jolted suddenly from the bed, startled by his arrival as you crossed your legs over each other. Your hands dug into the sheets, casting your face down.

He took a deep breath, the aroma of your scent overwhelming him. They had kept you inside the room for long enough, your pheromones soaked deep within the pillows and fabrics of the room, clinging even to the interior walls.

Another deep breath, and Bucky quietly groaned as he took a step towards you. He noticed you refrained from scooting away from him, but your shoulders still tensed and shook.

Steve must have really done a number on you; you were nothing more than a nervous fawn.

“Omega,” Bucky sighed, reaching his hand to hold your cheek while he finally arrived beside the bed. His eyes flicked to your quivering lips, but you didn’t lean away from his touch, only keeping your gaze low, your fingers gripping the sheets below you.

He moved away, peeling his shirt off his form, his toned abs peeking out before he finally pulled the fabric over his head.

You turned shyly, your eyes barely catching a glimpse of his black metal arm, the minimal gold trimming dimly shining through with window nook’s moonlight while he pulled his pants off.

“Did you pleasure yourself like Steve told you to?”

“I—” he caught you off guard, your head finally lifting up to meet his eyes. “Uhh—”

Bucky pounced the bed in his briefs, and you leaned back away from him, your hands moving back to hold you from falling.

“I—I—” you hiccupped, unable to control your panic.

“Shhh.” His hands reached for your face, holding you and pulling you into his lips. He mewled as he slid his tongue in, letting the domineering hot appendage roam inside your mouth. You held back from puking, his tongue fighting with yours for dominance while your noses brushed against each other ironically like lovers.

He broke away, and you gasped for air.

“Open your legs,” he snarled, his hands already digging between your thighs.

“Wait, I—” you complied with him, surprising the alpha when you freely opened your legs. “I can’t do it.” Your tears streamed down, and your body trembled without control, prey succumbing to her death by a fanged, carnivorous animal.

Bucky’s chest bloomed—the need to hold and cradle your worries away overtaking him from his fingertips down to the core of his chest.

No, you weren’t a creature to be killed and eaten.

You were a creature meant to be protected.

“Please… I promise I won’t fight.” Your heart rate accelerated and the pumping blood ignited heat to your body, letting sweat ducts release more of your sweet pheromones to Bucky’s nose. A low gruntled noise escaped deep from his stomach, his head tilting so slightly to get closer to your neck.

His omega was finally offering her compliance—her submission.

He snarled, looking down to see your legs slowly parting wide, your pussy opened with bashfulness for him to take how he deemed fit.

“Please don’t hurt me… I’m—I’m sorry,” you wept, but Bucky shushed your cries, letting his hands rest once again on your cheeks, thumbs swiping away cool wet trails.

“No, I’m glad you told me.” He hushed you again when your hiccups would not stop. “I know you’re scared, but you’re finally accepting your fate, and that’s all that matters.”

You sniffled, biting your bottom lip to stifle your tears. Bucky latched his hand to your shoulder before pushing your body to rest on the bed. Your arms awkwardly remained behind you when he crawled above your body, hips and abs pressed down against your stomach. Briefs separated his hard cock from you, but your body still spasmed at the prominent outline of his shaft pressed bellow your belly button.

“Fuck.” Bucky seethed through his teeth, grinding himself slowly over your belly though the thin, smooth material of his briefs. “I promise everything will be alright,” he whispered, his dark eyes staring down into you. You could barely make out his form in the moonlight as you held his gaze, both your chests huffing in the flat silence, nothing but the soft chirping noises outside to calm your nerves…

Bucky dove in fast, lips attaching to yours with needy desperation. He groaned instantly, a hand working up to your jaw and tilting your neck out for him. The fuzzy buzz bloomed in his head as he remained buried in your potent scent—a vaporous drug rushing into his lungs and circulating through his veins.

His body was engulfed—suffocated with only the need to please you.

You squirmed underneath him, your muscles holding back from the instinctive reaction to bite his tongue as it delved further between your lips, the both of you mewling as he closed the kiss.

“Let me…” He swiped his tongue against your lips, your gasp a singing delight to his ears; “let your alpha take care of you.”

Your body sprang back, arching even further up when his cool metal hand reached down your thigh and lifted your knee, casually holding it close to his hips. He released your lips, finally allowing you to breathe for air while his wet kisses trailed to your cheek. Warm and moist lips trailing along your soft skin.

His flesh hand snaked behind your head, fingers snatching generous locks of your hair before tilting your head to the side, his vibrant pink lips roaming to your jaw and up just below your ear.

You squeaked underneath him, your sensitive body wiggling beneath him like a playful pet from the sensation of his tongue mildly lapping up your skin, the disgusting cold left by the air breezing over of his saliva trails on you. The growl that followed of him from your squirming body came unsurprising to you.

“Doesn’t it feel good baby girl.” You cried when metal fingers slipped over your clit, flicking furiously against the sensitive bundle of nerves without any warning, electricity spiking in your core with no intention to stop. You kicked your legs out at his sides, but his finger didn’t slow, feverishly rubbing your clit to climax. “No use playing hard-to-get. I can smell all your arousal pooling right here for me.”

He chuckled when you bucked your hips away from him, trying to avoid his fingers, but Bucky reacted at a moment’s notice, lifting himself off your body to clamp your hip back into place, nails digging into your skin while he continued to viciously ignite your bud. “Oh no, you’re not getting away from me doll. Remember? You said no fights. You wanted me to get you wet and ready, so here it is.”

You swallowed a moan, your hips arching higher to get away, but Bucky intended to hold you still, finger slipping down from your clit and nearly pushing itself in you only to reach back up and busy your sensitive pearl once more with your collected slick.

“Wait! Buck—uhh!” Your body sprung to life, a short spasm igniting you below the larger man, kindled by the smooth, lubricated circles his charcoal metal fingers stroked onto your bud. Shame engulfed you, your head craning to the side against your control.

Bucky’s smile bore down over you, and you shut your eyes with the burn in your core.

The kisses on your neck were sudden, flashing hot as his burning tongue lapped up your sweat.

“Don’t look away sweetie. You want to avoid being punished, don’t you? You keep your eyes right on me.”

You sobbed when he held your jaw and turned you back to his gaze. Nothing stopped him as Bucky slipped his tongue back again into your mouth, reclaiming what was already his. Metal fingers warmed between your folds, siphoning the heat straight from you as his thumb curled and swiped over your bud.

A whine broke the kiss as Bucky suddenly pushed two fingers into your wet cunt, a new wave of slick coating his fingers as he buried them deep into your core, his nose in light wisps against your own. You shivered below his massive form, walls instinctively clenching down hard on the thick metal digits.

Your fists held tight behind your back, the sharp pain digging into your skin.

Bucky seemed to know exactly what he was doing. He knew your body more than you could control it.

Fingers stretched apart within your orifice, thumb firmly swiping again on your button of nerves. Instinct drove your hips up, your sex constricting around him once again in a playful game of strength.

You bit your bottom lip and whined, holding back from sounding a louder moan.

God he was bringing you so close. You were just barely at the edge.

“Stop holding back. I want to hear you come undone.” Bucky couldn’t stop your body from squirming under him, the pressure coiling deep between your legs when his fingers began pulling out and setting rapid thrusts into you.

You gasped and mewled, yet you couldn’t bring yourself to claw at his chest or clutch his shoulders in a steady hold.

His fingers would thrust in quick, forcing your body to go in between the sensations of fullness and being left empty. His thumb wouldn’t stop its assault on your clit.

No…

You scrambled, crossing your legs together when Bucky would no longer relent, forcing his hand to hold still in its place.

“A—” The pleasure finally shot through your being; your efforts futile with wordless cries of bliss.

“My omega.” His face buried between your breasts, the coarse hairs of his bread tickling your chest and pebbling your nipples while his lips skimmed your soft skin, surrounded by your heat.

Bucky’s ministrations ceased as you came to, your clit hypersensitive to his lingering touches. You shuddered when he finally slipped his coated fingers away, hands dragging up against your hips. His weight shifted, resting his body against you, soft lips pressed still at your chest.

Panting breaths overtook you, the haze of your orgasm finally clearing, Bucky’s own deep inhales fighting yours in a tug of war of noise. The air was heavy with the scent of your sick pleasure. Though you took calm in the other lingering scent of fruity tartness and sharp spruce.

Your head rolled to your right, trying to admire the trees in the midnight moon.

“I know you don’t want to fight this.” His arms suddenly wrapped themselves from your waist to your back. You quickly pulled your own hands away and buried them into the pillow above you. He didn’t seem not notice as he continued to press his face into your chest.

You didn’t reply to him, instead flattening your lips when his own roamed down to your stomach, hot humid air escaping his mouth and staining your skin. His body shuffled, a kiss pressed just to the side of your mound before dragging to your thigh. Your wiggling hips did nothing once his arms curled behind your thighs and dragged you to his face.

Tongue lapped your overworked bud gently, hips bucking as you muffled your cry.

“Keep your mouth open doll. Let’s work in another orgasm before I have you take my knot.” Bucky looked up to you, and you could see his pupils heavily dilated, face and smile calm.

He looked like a man gone drunk.

“Bucky—” you yelped when his tongue gushed into your center, the hot dirty sounds of his thrusting slippery appendage dancing between your walls, nose furiously digging against your clit.

Another cry, and you clamped your legs behind his shoulders, the soles of your feet digging into his back. It seemed to motivate him more, Bucky quickly pulling his tongue away to lick the slick off your fold. “I could sit here and eat you like this forever.” A deep groan vibrated from his throat when his lips went back to suck on your clit, your blood rushing down to the spot of pleasure. “You taste even better than you smell.”

He had gone between sucking your swollen pearl to thrusting his tongue back into your moist cavern. Nothing you did could slow Bucky down as he guided you to climax.

“No Bucky—I can’t!” You wailed, pulling your hips away for a split moment before grinding your needy pussy back into his face. It didn’t matter; Bucky held his own iron grip at the junction of your hips and thighs, forcing his tongue even deeper, letting the soft, wet muscle stroke you.

You couldn’t let him drive you to your high. Now was your chance.

The mild scent of blood reached Bucky’s nose. Even buried within your sopping womanhood, Bucky couldn’t mistake that minuscule coppery smell. He flicked his eyes up.

“Arrgh!” You swung your hand down. Your legs and thighs flexed hard to hold his head in place.

He acted faster, his metal hand clasping your wrist before you could reach his throat, only nicking a cut just above his eyebrow. You cried out at his crushing strength before the shard of ceramic dropped from your hand, your palm left empty with nothing more than your own deep cut from holding the sharp makeshift weapon too tight.

Nostrils flared after he broke past your thighs’ hold.

“You bitch!”

His hand connected to your cheek in a quick, powerful slap and you crumbled at the intense pain though Bucky did not let go of your wrist but instead pulled at it to get your attention.

“No! Stop! Get off of me!” You screamed when Bucky picked up the shard and instead threw it to the wall, letting it break into smaller fragments. The hairs at the back of his neck instantly eased, the subtle ghostly itch fading into dust.

“Oh no, you’re not going anywhere. You asked for this.” He wiped your previous arousal off his beard and chin before pulling your arm to the other side, forcing you to flip onto your belly. “You’re finally going to learn some manners.”

Your bloody shrills rang the air as he twisted your arm behind you sure enough that it would pop right from its socket if pulled just a bit more, his palm pressed flat between your shoulder blades, holding you down to endure the torture.

Bucky leaned his body over yours, lips close to your ear while in watching you in the act of rubbing your tears against the fluffy mattress.

“I gave you so much pleasure and this is how you repay your alpha?” His hand released your wrist, and you snapped your arm back close to your sides, immediately forcing all your strength to lift yourself underneath his weight, but he shoved his body further down on you. “Don’t struggle with me. You should have expected this coming. You’re going to take your punishment.”

You yipped when he took your wrists again, dragging your body until he was off the bed and your legs dangled off the mattress. His hand comb back his long sweaty hair, clearing his vision of any stray strands so that his sole focus could remain on you before holding your wrists against this metal grip.

He had contained his anger for a moment and in the silence, fear piled onto your body as though shovels of dirt were being dumped right over you.

You had dug your own grave…

Sobs escaped your mouth freely, and you had no intention of hiding it from him. Maybe if he heard your cries and pitied you enough, Bucky would lessen your punishment.

Why did you think that you could attack the man successfully? You were so stupid to be so blindly controlled by your anger.

Even if you killed this man, what made you think you could escape with the other two men just outside this bedroom? There was no idea of what was beyond this room in the cabin, your only view of where you were in the forest limited to the window alcove.

His warm palm suddenly rested against your ass, squeezing the round cheek firmly before sliding down your thigh and coming back again to cup your bottom.

The ticklish fingers of panic and terror ran up your body from where he held his touch, your chest blooming with despair. The inhales and exhales through his nose were imposing, the only evidence of his violent fury.

You couldn’t even say the first word of apologies before his voice broke into the room.

“We’ve treated you so well. Given you a home far away from where you don’t have to worry about societal responsibilities. Three capable men who give you nothing but pleasure for hours on end.” He squeezed your ass again to prove his point. “And we’ve asked for little in return.”

“I-I’m sorry,” you sobbed into the mattress.

“You should be.” His hand suddenly whipped over your ass and you shrieked into the mattress, your dangling legs jolting out. “You belong to this pack now—” another sharp slap came at you from the side, your butt bouncing back from the impact, “—you belong to us. If you think you can leave your pack or escape, you’ve got another thing coming doll.” Another muffled cry took control of you when his hand smacked your ass for the third time.

“We could have reduced you down to nothing more than a breeding bitch to take our young!” Bucky’s growls evolved into barks, but he calmed his voice once again after swinging his hand to hit your other cheek. Your scream didn’t discourage him.

“But we pleasure you,” he huffed. “We give you praise, and we give you attention because we love you—because I love you,” he stressed.

You held firm, unprepared for another spank, but it didn’t come.

Both his hands held your wrist, giving you a moment’s relief. Your breath only hitched once more when the tip of his penis pushed past your folds and into your warmth, the girth of his shaft tugging you forward as he sheathed himself within you.

Your whimpers and sobs basked against the sheets as Bucky set his motions in tandem.

His hoarse groan echoed through the room. You shivered while he thrusted his cock back in, the walls of your cunt flexing around his stiff member, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to break free of his hold.

“Mmm,” he moaned through sealed lips as he thrusted in again, your sex a cavern of your wet lustful desire, a beautiful layer of your slick coating his phallus. Bucky chuckled above you; “even when you’re behaving like a bad omega, your pussy still knows how to act properly. Your body knows what’s good for you.”

You froze while he continued to ram his cock into you, his hips digging your own against the bed, your knees bumping against the bed frame.

Good for you? It seemed like everything except what you were doing was good for you. As though you were the crazy one throughout the past couple of days.

You weren’t crazy.

His hands moved up to your arms, cradling you below him, but you didn’t dare move as his body leaned over you, the hot muscles of his chest warming your back. The slight bend of his knees was all Bucky needed to speed up his hips, shoving his cock back and forth into your tight channel, filling you full until your bit your lip and spasmed underneath him.

Yet it was undeniable the amount of arousal your sex was accumulating because of him. There was no resistance left for his cock as Bucky thrusted into you again and again, letting his member brush firmly against your walls.

“Bucky stop! I can’t—”

A hard slap fell against your thigh, letting you cry as he hilted his cock, your soaked cunt devotedly sucking his hard member.

“You can and you will.” Bucky grinded his hips, the phallus head of his cock stroking your sensitive womanhood. Your muscled trembled again under him with your legs bent to your ass and your toes curled while you allowed your pussy to clench down and milk his fat cock.

Lips leaned close, brushing your ear, and you took it upon yourself to hide your face even further into the sheets. You had grown so hot, both from his body heat above you and the lustful buildup that his cock has left in you.

“It seems like only submission and sex is the only thing that gets my little girl to behave like a true omega,” he whispered so softly, you moaned when he humped his hips further in, your muscles acting on instant and constricting, holding his member in place, unwilling to let him go. A prominent inhale through his nose brought ice to your skin. “Your pheromones are more concentrated than usual… Stronger—begging to be caught by an alpha,” he clenched his teeth and hissed, “after tonight, you’re going to know exactly what it means to be nothing more than our breeding bitch, and maybe then you’ll realize how well we treat you. Unless you enjoy being leashed.”

What did he say?

You gagged as he lifted himself above you, his hand once again holding your wrists behind your back.

“Steve.”

You attempted to turn your head to the person Bucky called, unaware of when the other man had entered the room.

“Didn’t think we were going to gag her more than once, so I brought this up with the rest.” Steve tossed the item and Bucky had caught it single-handedly without turning back, his cock not even moving a centimeter out of you.

You wrestled underneath the burly man, growling and panting, wiggling your body to escape, but his arms surrounded you and you were caught aware of the thin, black leather gag being forced over your mouth.

“No!” You twisted your body, but Bucky’s weight above you and his pinning hips prevented any form of successful movement. The growl behind you sent shivers to your core, the plush lining of your sex tightening around his wide girth. “Get that away from me!”

With no other place to go, you buried your face into the sheets, though it was a second too late before Bucky had slipped the large mouthpiece between your lips. Screams were muffled as his fingers moved behind you to buckle the gag. He pulled on the ends tightly, the padded leather pressed down tightly against your cheeks while the leather mouthpiece uncomfortably held your jaws open.

“There,” Bucky lifted himself off your upper body, his hand reassuringly stroking your back. “Something to keep you quiet while you learn your lesson.” He gave a few thrusts into you to stress his point.

Hysteria finally overtook, your body convulsing and shaking as you sobbed like a complete mess. The knot at the base of his penis slowly emerging as he resumed his pace.

“Bad-behaving omegas who deny their alphas do not speak,” Bucky hissed, “and those who attack their alphas should be restrained.”

You turned behind you when footsteps approached the bed. You unintentionally were met with Steve’s gaze, barely able to see him enough to make out his wide pupils and dark irises, his warming grin hiding sinister intent.

He had passed something to Bucky, and it didn’t take you long to realize them as leather cuffs.

Oh god no.

You bit your gag, but it wouldn’t rip, the leather ball durable and firm while saliva passed your lips.

“Steve, get on the bed,” Bucky instructed, Steve more than happy to oblige, peeling off his top while you struggled and screamed behind your gag, your wrists caught by the brunet and tied together by the thick leather cuffs behind your back.

This can’t be happening! You couldn’t let this happen!

Your nose flared, hyperventilating while you squirmed under the weight of the huge man, but froze when his cock slipped out of you unexpectedly. You had half a mind to turn and see what had happened, the other screaming at you to run away.

Though there wasn’t enough time before arms hoisted you up and out of the bed, holding your body against his chest.

You kicked your legs out and swung your upper body back and forth, but Bucky had no problem with your thrashing, arms cuffed behind you as Steve made his way to the bed, sitting down just where you had been, his thick, muscular thighs parted while he worked his cock a little bit more.

“She’s so pretty like this,” Steve admired, his other hand stroking his large thigh to warm up his lap for you.

You nearly passed out at the sight.

A deep inhale sounded over your neck before the hot air from Bucky’s lungs rushed back out to your skin, letting gooseflesh raise from your arms and thighs.

“She really is.”

Bucky had parted your thighs with a single hand, lifting your knee high as he pushed you closer to Steve. You cried around your gag while you pulled on the leather binding your wrists. Steve’s hands rested on your hips, guiding you to straddle above him.

It was a slow initiation, the tip of Steve’s ample penis easily sliding into your swollen folds and overworked hole, the loud whine you released in time with their united effort, though you could not tell yourself if your whine was that of despair or primal pleasure.

Steve’s prominent phallus stretched you as the men finally had you straddling his cock fully, your eyes momentarily rolling to the back of your head before you regained yourself from the blinding pleasure.

You felt so full…

Common sense knocking itself back into your brain, you made way to immediately lift yourself off his rock-hard member, but four hands simultaneously latched to your hips, yanking you back down onto Steve’s cock. You cried through your gag, his cock wrapped airtight in your cunt as the two pairs of hands guided you, grinding your ass over his hips.

“When an omega needs to be disciplined, her alphas should remind her what her role is.” You shriveled at Bucky’s words, his lips pressed against your hair before his hands came to rest on your shoulders, anchoring you down even further onto Steve’s erection. “You’re going to be taking alpha cocks for the rest of the night and you’ll know by the morning how to properly behave.”

A waterfall of tears cascaded down your eyes. And when Bucky leaned behind you, his slick-coated cock aligning to your puckered hole did you finally begin to beg and plea for forgiveness. Though your words were nothing more than muffled moans and whimpers behind your gag, sounding lewder and more erotic than intended.

You should have never attacked him. You were right to guess that playing coy and waiting for someone to rescue you would be the best way to escape this. Honestly, anything would have been better than what you did.

Attacking a man with more than twice your strength—you might as well have shot yourself in the foot.

You were a fool.

And now you couldn’t even beg for mercy as the two of them planned to rape you until daybreak.

So caught up on your fruitless pleas, you jolted when Steve held your jaw before turning you to stare at him. His warm, mild smile did little to comfort you when just below his dark hungry eyes.

“You’re drooling dear.” He chuckled lightheartedly before he swiped his thumb over your chin. “That’s not very attractive. Be a good little omega and suck on your toy for your alphas.”

You hesitated, staring at Steve with wide eyes before you finally gave in and sucked on the round leather mouthpiece, your tongue running underneath the gag as you contained your saliva.

You could only appease this man now, who called himself your alpha, and hope that following their demands would lessen the pain they had prepared for you.

“That’s my girl.” Steve petted your hair affectionately before tilting your head down and kissing your sweaty forehead. “Now hold still sweetie. Relax for Bucky.”

You whimpered, but with no other choice as Bucky pushed his cock into your ass, you leaned against the other man, arms restrained behind you and your head cradled by his neck once again.

Bucky himself pressed his forehead against your head, both him and Steve carefully shuffling closer to the center of the bed until Bucky could get his knees on the mattress, legs parted by Steve’s vast thighs as the brunet pushed his cock in further. The mixed sensations nearly killed you while the second member torturously pushed in, slowly rubbing the walls of your anus, making space for itself as it pushed against the other cock in your wet sex.

You cried meekly, sure that they were going to split you in two if they filled you anymore.

A sharp inhale through your nose when his knot pressed against your rim. It was yet at its full size as Bucky pushed the rest of himself into your unused hole and hilted his cock behind you.

A soft moan vibrated from your throat, Steve rubbing warmth into your arms while Bucky held your lush hips.

“Fuck,” Bucky cursed, his nose buried in your hair. “You’re so damn tight baby.” He rutted his hips behind you, both you and Steve gasping from the shift. “I promise I’m gonna stretch your ass out tonight. By the end of it, you’re going to be taking my knot whether you’ll take Steve’s or not.”

Bucky had begun thrusting then, slowly pulling himself away from your hips before shoving his cock back into you. You wiggled and flexed your muscles, the men between you groaning loudly as you clenched their lengths down firmly.

“That’s it dear. Hold your alphas just like that. Make us cum.” You were disoriented, unsure which of the two men said those words.

You turned your head towards Bucky, regretting your choice when his hand grabbed a fistful of your hair, tilting your neck back out for them to take, Steve licking your bite mark while Bucky sucked your soft skin.

Steve grabbed your thighs just below your ass then, bouncing you gently on his cock, both shafts rubbing together between thin linings of tissue. You tried to hide your moans then, but your heavy intake for air was unavoidable.

“She’s breathing like crazy,” Steve teased as he glanced over to you, “poor girl is going to be smelling everything.”

Smelling?

You had barely noticed before he mentioned it: the air heavy with spice and wood. It was as though you were drenched in perfume and cologne—near drowning in it; a sea of cinnamon and spruce, the subtle mix of a burning wick and tart berries while the well-known pinch of baked vanilla added a soft, golden sweetness in the moonlight.

You smelled it all once before. Sharp and earthy, yet mildly warm and sweet.

Shoulders shuddered, your body giving control to the higher power as you took another deep inhale through your nose, filling your nostrils again with the concentrated aroma. It was though you suddenly lost control of yourself, the onslaught of lightheadedness holding you dizzy until your body slouched down against Steve’s hot burning chest once more while you sucked on the leather.

The men had repositioned themselves again, hands holding your thighs and hips while they began pistoning their stiff cocks into you, going fast with no effort to stop, thrusting at different racing paces. Their cocks would alternate between each other, one pulling out as the other stuffed you full but by the next moment their cocks would thrust in unison, stretching you to your limit while your walls squeezed down on them hard, body begging for more.

The pleasure built up fast, your thighs trembling while your never-ending arousal painted the blond alpha’s hips below you. Your clit rubbed furiously against him whenever he grinded you down hard on him. The growing knot in your ass wasn’t any more helpful in stopping you from reaching your orgasm, Bucky stretching you wide while you bathed in the scents.

Their scents.

You couldn’t focus on anything else besides the aromas engraved in your head, your nose moving on its own accord between Steve and Bucky, going back and forth between Bucky’s scent of wild spruce and cranberries to Steve’s warm and homely cinnamon and vanilla.

Why did they smell so good? You swore that you were drunk between them, their natural aromas working like a potent drug over you.

A drug…

Your eyes popped wide, your body suddenly awake with a new realization.

And you were caught trap right in the center, smelling whatever had possessed you.

Whining and crying, your body was drained from use and the fragrant drugs in the air to give you any power to pull on your leather bindings or struggle between them.

“No, no, no, doll,” Bucky hushed behind you, nuzzling his face into your hair. You sobbed around your gag, drool once again rolling down to your chin. “No more crying. Just take deep breaths and relax.” His hands snaked from behind you, your neck tilted up with your head resting underneath his chin while fingers pinched and tugged your nipples, playing and swiping your buds until you shuddered over their cocks, walls fluttering around their long lengths.

“Good girl—”

“—That’s my omega” They praised you, their minds in synch while your breathing picked up again and the men’s scents finally overtook you.

Bucky had released your nipples from his playful touches and you braced yourself against Steve as he leaned back on his elbows to give the other alpha room before finally resting his head against the mattress, leaving you to lay across his abdomen and chest.

There was nothing more left for you as the men took you by the reins, shoving their cocks in fast and hard as they chased for released—yours and theirs. Your slick holes brushing their cocks up and down, stroking them proudly while they moved your hips out of your control, claiming you with complete ownership, the deep husky grunts spilling from their mouths.

Even if they had no control over your body, you had no control over yourself, yielding to the sexual pheromones wafting in the air and letting your mind go blank with noise as they continued to hit you with pleasure.

A wail escaped you when the full knot finally pushed into your ass. You closed your eyes in bliss and disgust while you reached your peak, sparks of primal, sexual delight racing to your core as your walls clenched down on Bucky’s round knot and Steve’s shaft. Bucky growled like a beast, hilting his cock to the base as he locked himself into place.

“Fuck,” he cursed proudly, rutting his hips in deeper, pushing you lower onto Steve’s cock as he finally reached his climax behind you, releasing hot spurts of his thick white seed into you. “You’re doing it babe—that’s it,” he broke off with a grunt before praising again, lips skimming over your shoulder, “my little omega’s finally taking her alpha’s knot. Such a good girl.”

Panic poured over you as if boiling water spilling from its pot. You scrambled underneath him, your fingers behind you brushing against his lower abs before Steve held you still. Chills ran through your body as Bucky continued to cum inside of you.

The chuckles above didn’t go unnoticed, the men in a joyous celebration of your achievement.

“She is an omega.” Steve’s gentle voice of reassurance was warm and kind, a hopefulness to the two alphas as he thrusted his hips up into your sensitive sex. “Doesn’t it feel good dear?” He brushed your hair out of your eyes with a single finger, his lingering touch going to tilt your jaw until you were looking up at him from where you rested on his chest.

“I can see it in her eyes Buck,” Steve looked back to the other alpha, but Bucky himself was too busy in his own orgasmic haze, “she’s enjoying herself like a little, naughty slut.” He pet your cheek, wiping off the old tears from your face. “Enjoying yourself on his knot? You like being stretched by your alpha and filled with his warm seed, don’t you? Oh, you’re going to love my knot in your tight little pussy.”

You gurgled behind your gag, squirming off their cocks futile, spams of your previous orgasm coming back as you tugged on the unrelenting knot in your ass.

“Knot her already Steve,” Bucky groaned, his fingers bruising your hips in an iron grasp.

You suckled your leather gag as Steve bounced your hips slowly above him, Bucky holding still behind you and following your hips to limit the tugging on his knot.

You moaned softly, vibrations running through your body between the two men sandwiching you. The hard, thick cock rubbed against the walls of your core, pleasure rushing up from your sex to your chest.

“Ugh she’s so tight,” Steve panted, struggling to push his cock in with Bucky’s knot taking so much space. That didn’t seem to differ the blond, his own knot just beginning to form. “Relax for your alpha, Y/N. You’re doing so well.”

Your body jolted when Bucky let out a groan, another ripple of warmth filling your ass.

Was he still coming inside you?

You gagged out of reflex, developing nothing more than a muffled croak through the leather in your mouth. Legs flared momentarily before you relented, easing your muscles with as much strength as you could muster.

It was no use…

Why were you resisting when even your hands were bound behind you? What more torture did you have to go through before you gave up fighting this battle?

You weren’t ashamed of letting yourself go then, instantly being carried away by the pleasure their hard cocks had given you. Fighting even more now would be useless. They had won, pinning you into a position where you could do nothing more than take and give sex, dripping endlessly with arousal.

The pleasure they were forcing on you was only yours to give. Even when you submitted yourself and let them steal your orgasms one after another, you knew it wasn’t given willingly—they knew you weren’t giving it to them willingly.

The men had toyed with your body and surged you to release again and again, but when Steve’s knot would not take in you, the men’s displayed frustration was your only victory.

They had waited for Bucky’s knot to go down, slipping out of your ass with a soft pop before dragging you with them to the shower with your binds and gag, switching places as Bucky took you from the front while Steve knotted you from behind, holding you in the air while you desperately wrapped your legs around Bucky’s hips for whatever leverage you could have, fearful of falling on the floor.

The hot water rained over you and the alphas, the steam and humidity secreting more pheromones into the air until you were unconscious with lust and the men drugged with primal desire, fucking you like wild animals.

The alphas had both gone at you until you blacked out, Steve and Bucky unable to knot in your soaking wet sex. They had grown mad, frustrated, arguing with each other while carrying your sleepy, aching body back to your bed.

They couldn’t knot you to get you pregnant. You were safe.

You were victorious.

Chapter Text

The rays of the sun poured over the room as though everything outside of the closed walls were pure blinding light…

Piercing…

Your eyes popped open before you even realized you were awake, dully staring at the wooden ceiling beams past the floating dust in the sunlight.

What you would give to be among one of those floating specks in the air.

Mind drifting, you turned your head over to the right, glaring to the shining sun in the sole window of the room within the alcove, though the burning light left shards in your eyes, sockets already sore.

You sighed and turned away, pressing your eyelids shut tight though nothing seemed to ease the burning sting.

How long have you been crying and screaming? The pounding in your skull swung like iron, and you were left with no more tears to shed. You wouldn’t be surprised if the whites of your eyes were bloodshot. It was easy enough to feel the swelling around them every time you blinked.

Your hands slid over your naked body before you clasped your arms closer, a soft whine passing your lips at the pain.  Every inch of your body was complete rubble; you could barely rotate yourself without all your muscles weeping for mercy.

The pain was anything but mercy though, your limbs throbbing to the bone, the bruising along your thighs and hips leaving a twinge of pressure all over you: the pressure of large, callus hands roaming across your skin, crushing your flesh until it felt as though all your bones had snapped. 

Your thighs pressed together, an effort to dissipate the soreness at the apex of your thighs.

If only you could shut your eyes and disappear.

You couldn’t bear another day. 

What would be awaiting you this morning? Another roughhouse battle against carnivorous savages? Maybe an orgy or two to occupy you for the day, to play to their revolting fantasies?

Those bastards… 

Clutching yourself tighter, you inhaled deeply through your nose. Tremors ran through your chest, your body reacting with the powerful need to curl up and let you sob.

You had given a moment to compose yourself, taking slow, steady breaths.

You knew better than to try to attack them. God, just what were you thinking last night? Taking out three men naked and with a shattered piece of ceramic?

You couldn’t even take out one on of them.

It was a wrong move, only reassuring you that the only thing you could do for this was wait until a search party found you. Only a matter of time now before someone would find your tent and belongings with no person to them.

You turned your weight to one arm, sitting up on the bed when a sudden trail of ice caressed your back, body jolting before you turned around.

You couldn’t believe your eyes.

A thick metal chain trailed from your back, looping over the metal railing of the headboard before snaking down beneath the mattress. Lips parted and eyes growing wider, you felt the chain through your fingers to your back, the last metal piece latched to the wide leather collar wrapped around your neck.

They… They leashed you. How?

Your body reacted on its own, grasping the chain with both hands before tugging on the metal, only met with the jingling chimes mocking your imprisonment.

You barely recalled waking up to a sound last night. How did they sneak this on you?

The chains danced and sang as you pushed your legs against the metal headboard, pulling as much force your broken body could muster to break your shackles, pushing yourself back down to the bed as you stretched your legs in resistance to the wall.

“No, no please,” you whispered, the panic beating down your heart exponentially. You were suffocating. The collar—you needed to take it off! Break the chain now!

Another lurch of strength seized you as you yanked the chain harder with each tug, letting the metal rope jingle before pulling down on it again. It didn’t budge an inch. Not even the metal railing of the bed frame bent to your unrelentless. You had barely climbed out of the bed to pull on the chain before the door behind you creaked open.

You jumped, gasping to Thor as he caught you with your hands grasped over the chains, the heels of your feet dug into the ground. The scene would have made you feel guilty to be caught red-handed.

Not under the current circumstances of course…

The moment of silence between the both of you was eerie and suspenseful until Thor stepped closer to you, his eyes flicking down and up your trembling body, the swelling still prominent around your eyes and cheeks. He himself stood with a hot fresh bowl of what you presumed was your morning meal. The shirt he wore was wrapped tight over his chest and biceps, a reminder of his strength while he stood with baggy sweats.

A threat…

You lowered your gaze, slowly releasing the heavy chains and turning fully to him, your arms crossing over to cover your breasts, one hand slowly wandering to your shoulder, fingers skimming over the dried scabs that he had left only a couple days ago. 

Thor glared to the scar as well, his chest swelling with air before he sighed.

Monsters.

His eyes flickered at you, subtly shifting from one foot to the other, his smirk to the death stare you gave him.

The blond alpha stepped closer, his breath fanning you before a hand reached behind, pulling you close until his lips kissed your head. When he moved away, Thor sat at the side of the bed and patted the spot next to him.

“Sit down. On the bed.”

You heeded his order, tip-toeing until your thighs bumped against the mattress and sitting so that your body faced him, going the extra measure to pull on the bedsheet and use it to cover your nakedness from any more glances.

He watched you all the while, silent but taking in all he could as though you had become a complete open book.

“Are you well my omega? Tired?” His free hand reached to hold your cheek, but you dodged him, turning away. It was useless anyhow, his fingers swooping under to grab your jaw and crane you back to look at him. Your eyes held low, unable to lock contact with the man before you as you remained quiet and still.

His thumb swiped over your cheek and hummed: “You had to learn your lesson last night. Your alphas made it very clear that what you did was unacceptable and that you needed to be punished.”

A whimpered breath let out of you when he released his hand from your jaw, scooting close as he mixed the contents in the bowl. Thor had whisked his hands away when you reached out to grab the meal from him.

“Wha—”

“You’ve lost the privilege to eat alone my little omega,” he said, staking his fork into your breakfast, scrambled eggs mixed with hash browns and chopped up greens. He held it to your lips, leaving you to stare at him with wide open eyes.

You craned your head over to the chain leashing you to the bed.

Was he serious?

“Can I at least… Feed myself?” You grabbed onto the collar constricting your throat. “If—if you have to watch me eat.”

The alpha lowered the bowl and fork from your lips, contemplating for a moment, unable to answer you.

That’s what you thought.

“Please… Thor,” you whispered, your cracking voice breaking through the silence of the morning.

“We have to correct your rebellious behavior. Until you learn how to properly act around us, this will be your punishment for now.” The scrambled eggs were once again lifted back up to your mouth. “Be good, and we will reward you the privileges you lost.”

Thor listened to you whine, clenching your teeth and eyes, your brows scrunching together before you bit down on the fork and pulled the eggs into your mouth. You chewed fast as he prepared another bite when his fragrant scent caught your nose.

Your fingers grasped your leather collar tighter when you finally stared him in the eyes.

“From now on, you will only address us as your alphas. Do I make myself clear?”

The air ceased from reaching your lungs, and you swallowed the hard demand…

You nodded.

“Yes… Alpha.”

Nothing more could be said. There was just no way.

You were completely within their reins. 

Thor had raised the fork again to you, and you took the next bite without resistance, clutching the bedsheets closer to your body.

You ate light, and Thor had spent no time afterward spreading your legs on the bed and fucking you slowly, offering nothing more than to peel off his top and pull down the waistband of his sweats only enough for his rigid cock to spring out. He forced you to lay on your back as he stood at the end of the bed. The jolt of the cold chain under your body stiffened you before Thor pulled it out from under your back. Callus fingers trailed your thighs, parting your folds with his thumbs before nestling the tip of his member between them, like some grotesque, intimate kiss. 

“Keep breathing my dear.” His thumb brushed over your oversensitive clit, and watched your pussy involuntarily flex over the nestled head of his cock. “You’ve already grown so wet from my scent.”

Squirming underneath did nothing but rile the man up, pushing himself deeper in a deathly slow, agonizing pace until your hips clasped against his pelvis. You gasped choked breaths for air, hands grasping the sheets below as your pussy stretched wide for him, his length nuzzled between your plush walls. 

The chain against the wall rattled with every powerful thrust. He could see your pretty face scrunch up while you pressed your lips together. The irony of it; after so much yelling and fighting, your screams and cries for help, it was a wonder why you remained quiet now. Nothing more than the soft cries and occasional moan to his coupling.

Another angled thrust pushed into you, and you exhaled out from your nose.

You could feel the pleasure. He knew. The slick coating the thick girth of his shaft, your sweet sex constricting around him, holding him in the vice-like grip that let him know your omega body didn’t want to let him go; and yet here you were, tears wetting your lashes while you shuddered to every push of his hips, stifling the moans that would otherwise free you from your struggling. 

But of course, you weren’t able to take his knot. Thor was patient though, soaked fingers flicking your sensitive nub while he cooed softly over your lithe cries.

“Shhh. It’s alright my love,” he calmed you as much as he could while he watched you cry behind shaking hands. “I promise,” Thor whispered into your ears, “I promise that once we give you a baby, then you’ll see. You’ll want nothing else.”

His words were meant to ease you, but they were nothing but futile, Thor watching you cry under him so quietly.

You really didn’t mean to cry. After what Bucky put you through last night, there was no doubt in your mind that you did not want to meet the swift hand of punishment yet again, but the tears wouldn’t stop for anything.

Even after pushing out your climax—the convulsions of your body a shock of electricity zapping from your shoulders and your toes straight to all the nerves at your core—the plush mattress creaking to your gasps, Thor could still see the thin wet trails over your temples.

Nothing got through to you, and you were fine with it. If these men could feel an ounce of guilt for what they were doing, then let them know it. It wasn’t their choice to tell you how to feel or what to think. You wouldn’t be swayed.

Though you weren’t sure if Thor saw through to you, or maybe it occurred without him even realizing it, but the soothing fragrance floated into your nose. The effect was almost immediate, your muscles easing until you were lax under the burly man.

You remembered this smell before: rosemary and lavender, so strong and sharp, spiraling in the air around you like a heavy, humid cloud, weighing down on your mind while Thor gave lazy thrusts. Each push of his stiffened member opening the entrance to your sex wide, wrapping over his cock tight like a glove and making a sloppy mess of your cum between your thighs. 

The alpha bit his lip to refrain himself when he had realized you had been fogged in unawareness by his scent. Your head turned away as you absent-mindedly motioned your hips up and down, your tight, wet cavern fluttering over his cock.

Thor’s hands skimmed over your soft legs, and your eyes caught the wet shine across the blond man’s face and chest. His sweat was pungent, overpowering you with the rich, zesty aroma while he rubbed his pulsing knot over your slick pussy.

The alpha eased his hard, aching cock deeper, but any attempt to force his knot into your vaginal channel was only met with anguished sobs, an overwhelming sensation waking you from your momentary trance.

When nothing else worked, he gently flipped you over the bed, mounting behind before his rigid cock, coated in your unwilling pleasure, pushed into your puckered hole. A bestial groan rumbled from your back while he sunk in deeper. The knot pressed between your cheeks, firmly reminding you of its size, though it wasn’t for long before Thor thrusted once more, pushing his knot into you and locking it in place.

Your bottom lip could not escape your teeth, a sacrifice made for you to hold back the unavoidable moan as the swell at the base of his shaft stuffed you to the brim.

His hefty sigh was all but discreet, the warm flood of his cum seeping deep within you through your weeping. Callus hands slipped under your body while you clutched the sheets, and humid breathes collected sweat between your shoulder blades as the lion finally settled himself behind you, the weight of his enormous body entrapping you.

If there was any better moment to disappear, let it be now while this man squished you like a bug against the mattress with the weight of a bear.

You didn’t mean to say it like that… It sounded as though death was the better option.

It wasn’t.

But what other way could you disconnect from this reality?

Your reality…

The light caress of his foot over your sole encouraged you to spread your legs a little wider.

No. You didn’t want him touching you like that—stroking you with… Endearment… It was insufferable, but it served as the constant reminder you needed to know that these men were demented.

His cock throbbed inside, spilling another few hearty ribbons of his thick white seed within you.

“Do you feel that?” You shivered when he slightly pulled away, tugging his firm knot from your hole. The alpha’s weight was overwhelming, his knot stretching you even more so. Thor’s hiss sounded as that of a man in pain, panting so heavily while he grounded his hips back to your ass, nestling himself as deep as he could. “You can’t seem to let go. Got my strong knot locked inside of you.” You whimpered to his booming voice. He almost sounded proud, and you jumped to the sensation of his member jutting upwards. “So tight around my cock my little bird—I can’t stop cumming.”

You challenged Thor on that claim, wiggling from underneath and pulling yourself out from under him only to yelp when his knot moved along with you. It almost seemed painful to pull away.

Thor readjusted himself above you, bringing you back to place underneath him, grounding his cock deeper within and easing your discomfort.

His arms constricted around your body. “You do not pull away from your alpha when we are mating,” he growled close into your ear, thrusting his hips again to evident his point, “when you are taking your alpha’s knot, you will learn to stay still and hold my knot until it releases you. Do you understand?”

You nodded your head in the sheets below the alpha, and his ears opened to the soft-tone songs of your whimpers as Thor relished in his hold of your sweet, warm body. He would punish you for seeking escape from your mating, but for now, he only wished to enjoy the holy embrace of your heat.

Nothing would stop him from holding you forever if he could. 

The urge to bite you again suddenly crossed his mind. How willing you’d be then if he bonded with you and let you become his true mate. It would be an honor—just as much for him as it would be for you.

Suddenly, hips rutted against you in his lack of control, the primal being within him tearing out from the hidden veil as the alpha grounded his fat cock deeper until you cried.

He’d make an eager wife out of his omega, willing to spread her legs and grow round with a belly of pups while her breasts fill heavy with nourishment. By then, you would be the one to approach him, willing to mate with your alpha while his seed took hold again and again. 

He had half the mind to do it all now, sinking his nose near the drying scabs. You were healing fast, quicker than any beta for sure.

But though the vile stenches of his co-existing alphas ran over your skin, Thor’s scent ran in your blood.

He was a part of you.

The alpha rutted his hips forward, the holy gasp from your mouth drawing Thor into his second bout of blinding pleasure.

Your nails dug into the bed, teeth gnawing the sheets all the while, his knot still ever present. 

How long were you joined to him like this? You didn’t think to keep track of it until now, the shame and embarrassment veiling all other emotions as the blond man behind you continued humping his hips.

How dare he think you wanted this, or that you would consider wanting him sometime in the future. After all your outbursts and tantrums in the last few days, he was still convinced that you consented? 

And for what reason? Because you magically could take the knot at the base of their penis in your ass? Anyone could take bigger if they wanted to—it was no surprise. Their knots were nothing special and neither were you.

You were not an omega.

He was grazing his thumb, scrolling through the screen. Bucky could have sworn that it was as though he was trying to unlock a puzzle of some kind, figuring out the mystery of his beloved as he skimmed through contact names and older photos. 

It was more than a relief that you didn’t lock your phone through a password. Bucky became immersed in knowing your life, cheek rested against his vibranium knuckles over the table.

Steve on the other hand was engrossed in his own breakfast, chowing down while contently listening to the sounds being made in the bedroom behind him. The hearty moans of the mattress springs and those softer if their endeared mate.

The sounds of progress.

Your fourth day with your pack; four days and nights knowing your mates and learning your true purpose.

This was your place, and Steve would go as far as to say it was your destined birthright. Indeed, it wasn’t so absurd of an idea to say that fate had brought you to them.

“Where did you mention she lived before?” Steve lowered his plate to peer to his best friend.

Bucky did not remove his attention from the phone in his hand while he addressed Steve; “still trying to figure that out. She didn’t save her address anywhere on here. I’ve scrolled through enough photos to know that our doll doesn’t live anywhere close to here though.”

“Hmm…” Steve caught his lip between his teeth, gnawing on it while letting his train of thoughts navigate. “And you said before that Thor found her where?”

Bucky glanced up momentarily, raising his brows at the sudden question before focusing back to scrolling the phone; “Bonfire party by the lake, near the campsite. Why are you asking?”

Steve held his gaze more firmly, and the other slowly craned his head. “He told me that she was there for a celebration. For her friend.”

“And do you know where she is?” Steve asked.

“They’re not close friends if that’s what you were wondering.” Bucky held the phone out, a picture of you and another woman posing close together in winter coats and knitted beanies. “Should we send a subtle text to her as our omega then?”

“We should wait on that. We can’t risk anything contacting the people she knows.”

A shrill blasted from the room behind them, both alphas jolting as they turned their heads to the other room, the phone from Bucky’s hand almost slipping out in his shock. The hairs on the backs of their neck standing on edge.

“What are they—” He stood from his chair before Steve held his hand, stopping the brunet in place.

Frozen in the thick tension, they waited for tell-tale signs for any indication of what had occurred. The two stared down at the door behind them, senses closing in anticipation.

Ears picked up when subtle grunts and tosses played out. A sharp, innocent cry escaped past the door while the alphas listened on, and another one followed. Louder than before, your shrieks scratched through the walls of the cabin in your last plea.

Your voice was a muffle from the closed bedroom; “Get those away from me! No!” A moment more of scuffling, and your voice cut silent. No sound came after…

Just as fast as it came, it was gone, like nothing had happened. If the alphas didn’t know any better, they would have questioned whether what they just heard was actually real.

Bucky turned to the other man. “Steve?”

“Hmm.” The alpha, nearly lost in the world beyond the door stood from the table. He gestured Bucky back to his seat. “I’ll check on them. But before I do… Bucky, there’s some stuff I need you to hunt down for me.”

He quirked a brow. 

“Don’t worry, I just need that sharp nose of yours. Don’t have to explain it to you though; you’re the best tracker out of the three of us.” Steve caught Bucky’s smirk as he headed for the door, reaching for the handle. Though before opening it, he glanced at his friend one more time. “And we’ll need to head out to the closest town for a signal. We have to send Loki a message. Let him know that we’ve found our omega.”

It wasn’t shameful enough to find yourself staring at Steve as he opened the door and stood in the entryway, but more so after losing the one-sided wrestling match with the bear before you. The leather cuffs and gag finding their place back at home over your wrists and in your mouth, your body laying across Thor’s lap while he gently stroked your bum in between each painful spank that Steve witnessed.

Your eyes pleaded for the other alpha to save you.

“What did she do this time?” Steve asked, leaning against the doorframe.

Another slap whipped over your skin, your whole body jolting up against the bed. Your teeth bit into your gag.

Dear god, have mercy.

“My little darling thought she could wiggle herself away from the knot her alpha has given her. Though she shall know that she will not get away with it without punishment.” 

In that moment, Steve rubbed the back of his neck, the prickly, uncomfortable feeling making way to him as well, but instead of focusing on the omega bound and silenced before him, he kept his eyes to the alpha that held you.

Thor’s large hand suddenly pressed over your head before he petted your hair back. “I don’t think we’ve ever encountered an omega so aggressive. It may have been too soon to let her out of her ties.”

Steve creased his brows, but soon chuckled; “you might be right.” He stepped into the room, eyes roaming over the slick between your folds and inner thighs. “It might be that she enjoys the discipline. All omegas do.” The alpha crouched to his knees in front of you, and you turned to him, cheek pressed flat against the mattress. Your vision unfocused, no doubt glossy-eyed with pooling tears. “Poor doll’s probably gone all her life without an alpha to show her how to behave.”

His palm touched your face, fingers running against your plush, swollen cheeks. You were embraced in his warm smile.

“You okay sweetie?”

You sputtered around your leather gag before sobbing uncontrollably. Though not even through your gag was your hysteria nothing more than muffled whimpers and tears.

Steve smiled at you again, his eyes blinking to your lips before looking back at you. “What’s say we get you out of these cuffs? Would you like that?”

His question had you nodding even before he finished it, frantic and eager like the troublemaker you were, begging to be rescued by a miracle. 

A fierce slap over your thigh had you crying, and nails suddenly dug into your waist, Thor baring his teeth to the other alpha.

“I’m disciplining her,” Thor said. “What do you think you’re doing? Was it not the plan to train her into a proper omega? If you have her believe that she can get out of punishment now, she’ll never behave the way she is supposed to.”

Steve stared at the other alpha calmly, witnessing Thor’s irises covered in a layer of obsidian. He turned back at you, leaning in to peck a kiss to your cheekbone. You shivered in his touch.

“Shhh,” he cooed your cries before fully standing up and addressing the other alpha, “I don’t trust you to punish her alone. Not after biting her the last time.”

Suddenly your body was flipped over the bed, slamming down into the mattress ungracefully before Thor had rammed the other man into the wall, fists grasping his collar.

“I’ve had enough of your undermining! Or should I have you know what it means to challenge a true born alpha!”

Steve had been instantaneous, his hands latching onto Thor’s wrists, twisting his arms out and away slowly, both men left with shaking muscles in their tug-of-war battle against their strength. 

“True-born or not, I think I can handle you just fine.”

“Arghhh!” Thor had swung his hand into Steve, but Bucky suddenly grasped him from behind before it could make contact, hands soon constricting around Thor’s neck and underarm.

“It’s over you two! Stop fighting or at this rate you’ll both trigger your ruts.” He shoved Thor away, but the blond pressed forward even while Bucky held him back.

“She’s mine!” Thor seethed.

“Not when she’ll beg me to fill her womb with my children!” Steve roared back.

They pounced at each other immediately, animals howling as they both threw punches one after another. Though it was short-lived before Thor rammed into Steve for the takedown, the two falling to the floor swiftly. Thor straddled the other blond, fists speeding to his face while Steve took cover behind his arms. All the while Bucky had locked his arms from behind Thor under and over, holding the man in a full nelson before once again pulling him away from the other alpha.

“Steve, you need to back off! Control yourself!”

Bucky’s words seemed unfruitful though, Steve given the opportunity needed to swing his fist back at the other blond alpha. 

“I won’t have you jeopardizing this for us!” His knuckles made contact, both Thor and Bucky stumbling to the floor.

You trembled on, curled into a ball and watching in fear as the three beastly men threw punches and pinned one another in the tiny bedroom. It was akin to watching a fight between animals. Dominate males attacking each other to win the rights to breed the female.

You retched around your leather gag.

They really thought of you as nothing more than a womb to bear their children. It seemed beyond vile, the four of you reduced to nothing more than animals. And you… you were just the winning prize for whichever of the three would win their fight.

Thor dodged Steve’s fist from the floor, leaving Bucky at the end of his attack to grab his arm before kicking Steve off his balance and yanking him to the wooden floorboards with them. And though Bucky had gone to restrain Steve, he was shoved away by Thor from behind.

“You think you’re entitled to bond with her? She will never belong to you, and you will only be left with the rage of knowing that!”

A spark suddenly ignited in your head, and you blinked out the tears fogging your vision as you once more witnessed Bucky separate both men in their battle for the right to claim you, blood seeping from cut lips and their battered faces. 

You…You’ve been all wrong. This whole time… 

You didn’t have to fight against these three men. You didn’t even need to wait for someone to come and save you… No.

You just needed to pin them against each other.

That’s how you’ll escape.

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It was a sigh of relief and frustration as Bucky clicked the door behind him, locking his omega in the bedroom. The single drop of sweat beaded over his forehead, the droplet slowly rolling until he wiped it away with the back of his hand. But it wasn’t just the sweat equilibrating Bucky’s intense heat. His deep breaths, chest inflating and deflating before him, did little to silence his racing heart.

Growls ahead suddenly brought Bucky back to the moment.

Steve and Thor stood across from each other in the cozy living space: Steve on the couch with arms crossed, and Thor leaning against the window by the front door. They fumed at each other; chests raised high as they inhaled their own lifeful breaths through their noses. Their faces battered, blood just barely smeared over Steve’s cheek from the cut Thor had left on him, and Thor with his own bloody lip and swollen eye.

And those were only the visible bruises, all three alphas holding almost unwaveringly still as though the internal pain was non-existent.

It wasn’t.

But in this moment, the two alphas in question did not care about their wounds, their focus solely on the other. A silent battle between alphas, an unbreakable show of dominance in their staredown.

It had taken Bucky tooth and nail to separate them, and it wasn’t without consequence, the swelling over his cheekbone sensitive to the touch.

“I don’t know what your dumbasses have been fighting about, but it needs to stop.” He leaned against the door, crossing his arms to his chest and snarled. “Now.”

Steve stretched his arms over the couch and lounged further back, but he didn’t break his guard from Thor.

“He wants to bond with her…”

Bucky’s brows flinched immediately to the comment, and he veered his head over to the other man in the room, Thor quickly meeting his gaze before returning his attention to Steve. Bucky did the same.

“I know. He’s already bitten her before,” Bucky told the other alpha. His fingers tapped over his arm. “But bonding with her is useless until she can take knots to complete the mating—”

“That’s not what I mean,” Steve barked, suddenly directing all his rage to his friend.

Bucky stood silently, biting his bottom lip.

Don’t lose control.

“You know what Bruce said to us! Heck, you know it yourself that any omega bonded to an alpha has a harder chance of being bred by other alphas,” Steve said, before standing off the couch. He turned to Thor. “Not unless you intend for all of us to bite her every time she’s mated.”

“Has it occurred to you that the reason we cannot impregnate her could be that she’s already bonded to another alpha?”

The declaration has quipped Steve and Bucky’s ears immediately, both of them homing their attention back to the blond alpha.

It was an elephant in the room they hadn’t guessed. Words silencing them into a single moment, leaving them void of the world outside that single room. An alpha bonded to their omega.

Bonded to you.

The idea was one they weren’t keen on humoring before.

Until now…

“That’s impossible. Stephen made it clear already that there were no alphas in this world before sending us here,” Steve told the other alphas. “Even if she was bonded to another alpha, we haven’t seen any other scars on her besides the one you gave her.”

Like a ripple in the pond, Steve’s words broke into the united clarity, both the blond alphas skidding back to high alert as they locked fierce gazes at each other.

“Could it be Loki?” Bucky shrugged, “we haven’t heard from him in how long now?”

Thor’s jaw clenched, but Steve was the one to speak up.

“If she was bonded to another alpha, we would have sniffed it off her the moment we picked up her scent in the woods, and—like I said—we haven’t seen any other scars that would suggest she’s been bitten before. Loki would not have let her go if he did find—”

“Then there has to be some reason for this! No omega—none whatsoever,” Thor bellowed, “—has ever reacted the way she does.”

Bucky quipped in; “this world might have different rules. We didn’t expect to find an omega at all—even when we met her, we could sense something was off—"

“I don’t care,” Thor seethed, “I should have bonded with her the first day I saw her, and maybe if I did, she wouldn’t be denying us now!”

It had come in a flash of an eye, faster than Bucky or Thor could catch it. Steve had suddenly shoved the blond male into the wall, holding the collar of his shirt in both hands. Both alphas bared their teeth to each other once again.

“If you bond with her now, everything we worked for up to this moment will be for nothing!”

“And you think I’m going to sit back when we bring her back home and let your people reward her as your mate like some war prize,” Thor asked, shoving Steve away. “You may be an alpha, but not enough to entitle you to her. You wouldn’t even be here without your serum in the first place.”

Like the one before it, another ripple came, waves breaking through the calm, silence.

Steve had enough.

“Arghh—” He swung his hand at the alpha, intent to stop him where he stood, but he suddenly cut himself short.

They all did…

The soft sounds of struggles reached the alphas. Like gentle and steady wave currents, whimpers washed over them, easing all three men until Steve lowered his fist.

The two alphas froze in an ice-chilling silence. Their ears homing in on the locked door, the calls of distress rose from their awaiting omega. She was in need of her alphas to protect her. Was she in pain? Distress? Had her heat suddenly arrived?

Both of the fighting alphas turned to the door, but Bucky was already on them before they could take one step closer to her.

“No! That's enough! No one is bonding with her!” His roar echoed in the silence of the quaint, small cabin. The two other alphas halted in their step, brought back to the world from their primal compulsion by their friend’s words. “If you two don’t get a hold of yourselves, you’re only going to start your ruts.” The brunet yanked them both by their arms. “Leave. Both of you.”

He pushed them to the front door, and though they did not fight him, the growls of annoyance emitting from Steve and Thor grew louder with each step closer off the porch. The cool fall air caressed their skin, raising the hairs on their arms in tandem to the dancing heat of the sun, shining through the shaking trees of the forest.

Bucky shoved the two alphas off the small porch, letting them stumble onto gravel and dirt. The two alphas stared back at each other, momentarily stunned, but it was only for a second before Steve pushed past.

“I’m not leaving her—”

“And I can’t trust you with her,” Bucky growled, holding the blond alpha back before shoving him once again. Steve stumbled. “If we mess this up… If we lose her—what could be the last omega in existence—because you two can’t control yourselves, then I’ll murder you both myself.”

Steve stood silent to his friend’s exclamation, both him and Thor fuming and near ready to let loose in what lack of control they had. But heavy breaths soon steadied, as the two looked at each other.

They didn’t want to admit it, but the other alpha was right.

There was no time in this mission to bite their heads off at each other. This wasn’t about them… It was about her.

And everyone and everything.

As soon as Thor and Steve glanced at each other did they break their gazes, marching off into different paths of the forest.

“Go for a run,” Bucky yelled, squeezing in the last few words he could to the end of the fight. “Might do you both some good.”

They didn’t acknowledge him, far too gone into the depths of the towering trees cluttering denser together the further they went. Though Bucky did not acknowledge them either, turning back into the cabin before gently closing the door behind him. It clicked in place. His hand, trailing behind, held still over the handle.

Bucky inhaled your deep scent then—a sudden wave of euphoria to his aching nerves. Enough to forget everything he had just witnessed moments before.

God how he longed to hold you. Kiss and cradle you so that all your worries would wash away in his palms. Bones gone soft in the concentrated cloud of your pheromones, the alpha took a momentary step away from the front entrance, slowly moving to the locked door on the left wall leading to your bedroom. He grasped the handle before pushing into the room.

Bucky drank another heavy breath through his nostrils.

He met your gaze.

A heartbeat entered the room. Steady and strong, the interaction between you and your towering beast silent aside from the thumping rhythm in tune.

Was this the feeling you sensed back at the moment you first met him on your trail? You couldn’t remember. It all seemed like a distant memory now though only days ago. But even if you could recollect those feelings, something in you knew that this wasn’t the same…

No… This was something straight from the nightmares of hell’s fiery pits.

Your body laid before him in the bed just as the men had left you. Mouth gagged, hands tied behind your back, and knees slightly bent in your own protective shield. Even in your new realization of what you must do to escape, you couldn’t muster the slightest strength to move from where you were.

The tension and suspense. The fear—he could see it all in your eyes.

The beating anticipation faded when the alpha took another deep, prominent, inhale of the room, the lingering smell of sex and sweat meeting his nose. Like a shiny beacon in dark ocean waves, begging for his attention.

He stepped closer, and you shuddered away until he stopped himself from inching any more. You stilled with cold tears and saliva running down the corners of your lip. And Bucky stared down at you, eyes void of any emotion you could snare of him.

He sighed, holding himself for a moment before he brushed his locks back. You kept your eyes on him, watching as his long hair fell back into place.

Your stare was pleading, and you soon began shaking your head.

No… No…

He began unbuckling his belt.

The clouds had long since returned once when Thor reached the quaint cabin, the sun blazing above the hills, shimmering its rays down the forest floors.

Sweat ran down his head, and Thor wiped it away.

He had taken up Bucky’s offer to go for a run. A long one… with his chest heaving and sore limbs, Thor was back home with his head clear. Though, it wasn’t clear enough, the image of another blond forcing him to leave behind holes deep into the thick scattered tree trunks throughout the woods.

Thor glanced at his hand, the minor cuts and blood a dull pain to what he was enduring now: an omega, unbred and unbonded, secreting an endless river of pheromones among three, similarly unbonded, alphas…

This was a suicide mission leaving her unbonded. And for what reason? For the fact that she may be the last living being of her kind? It was a gamble for the risk of protecting her from each other.

The blond alpha pushed through the door and was met with a puff of air. The heavy fragrance of his omega’s arousal swallowing him deeper into the cabin as he closed the door behind. Thor rolled his shoulders back, relaxing his muscles before straightening himself.

Gods, he hadn’t remembered an omega who secreted such a powerful scent. So potent to his body and mind, like an addiction out of his control.

Your scent was different from the omegas he smelled long ago. Maybe it was because it’s been so long since he had walked among an omega, but a part of him couldn’t stop but think that maybe it was because you were meant for him.

Your scent alone was so strong—thriving—such a sign for a healthy mother ready to conceive and birth young cubs. Hell, your scent alone would be enough for him to last days and nights plowing into your tight pussy, holding your hips high while you wait for his knot to shrink and his seed to take root in your womb.

“Took you long enough.”

Thor suddenly looked over past the sofa to Steve, the shirtless alpha wiping himself down with a small hand towel. He glared at the other alpha, taking an unconscious step closer to his omega’s room until Steve replicated his movement.

“You should wash off that sweat you’ve been working up. Can’t have you going in there scenting her,” Steve said, turning to the table and tossing Thor a dry rag.

He caught the rag in the air, holding it momentarily before lowering his arm.

“She’s still healing from the bite.”

Thor didn’t reply.

“It’s a nasty scar—”

“To you, it is,” Thor scorned, leaving the jab to the other man before marching and opening the door to his omega’s room.

He had enough of this.

“Her scar is perfectly fine… She’s never looked better.”

Thor didn’t know what to expect when he came into the room, but all he did know was you.

Consumed by you. By your sight, your voice, your fragrance—Thor had sunken into the deep abyss that led him to the center of the earth.

And you laid on the bed right where he left you, sprawled over the mattress. Your chin glossy in the drool that escaped between your lips and leather gag, the slithering path of the chain that collared you resting over the tampered sheets, and with hands still bound behind your back in the uncomfortable squeeze your body left weighted over them.

Though not all was the same.

“Hhnnnmm—” The words evaporated in your throat as a jumbled, lewd sound.

A sound of pleasure.

Your body jolted over the bed springs, reacting as though an electric current—shocking your entire being—pierced your very soul. Your hips moved desperately; your legs locked spread in place.

Thor’s gaze ventured lower. From the dazed fog in your eyes to the sheen of sweat glazing your neck and down to the valley between your breasts. The bright shine of perspiration waving over your skin with each deep inhale of your chest, your back arching with every breath. Your areolas, highlighted in a gloss shinier than sweat.

Saliva.

You thrusted your hips forward, to break free from your binds, and Thor had finally come to rest his gaze to the man settled between your legs. The languid sound of the man lapping up copious amounts of your slick suddenly gave rise to the room.

The sight was beyond mesmerizing—hypnotic as the blond alpha stared on from the door, your head flicking from one side to another, back and forth with each lick of Bucky’s tongue. Your screams were indistinguishable behind the leather that stuffed your mouth; he could not discern if your screams were of pleasure or panic; your voice had mended the two together into one single cry.

Thor’s carnal mind ventured to the idea that your screams were those of pleasure; your cries were nothing more than the basic omega need to please their alpha and let them know that you desired attention and release.

You passionately displayed the tremors that would run over you when the outgrown stubble above the alpha’s lips poked and prodded your clit. Bucky stretched your legs to an obscene angle, held down wide and with an iron grasp while the wet appendage between your labia pushed itself further into your channel. You whimpered and sucked on your gag, the warm, slimy tongue pressing firmly against your walls as far as it could go. With the sweet circular motions from the tip brushing deep within you, he had you seeing flashes of light. Your body quaked again, uncontrolled while the alpha wedged his nose to your sensitive nub, nestling himself further until a wretched gurgle swept through your throat.

Thor watched on, entranced. He stopped himself short of reaching his hand into his pants while desire boiled below his stomach. Just the sight of you was enough for him, the intense, incinerating heat enveloping the alpha as his growing erection tented his pants.

You cried into your gag, and the alpha below swallowed the thick arousal that pooled from your sex, momentarily lifting his lips back up to swirl his tongue over your swollen clit once more. The rush of pleasure overtook you, your back arching forward one last time. Viciously biting down over the leather piece stuffing your mouth, your thighs’ attempt to clamp around his head was all for not, the rush of your climax left cornered against his hot tongue. Bucky’s lips encircled your bud once again, closing around the bundle of nerves, the soft sucking motions tugging your nub.

Keening, your hips twisted under him, as much as possible with his arms pinning your thighs apart. The man below you, pulling every emotion, sensation, and awareness out of your body to the single point victim to his grasp. You screamed muffled cries until your body slumped down over the mattress, your sexual release finally bringing you back to earth. Your feet, held high, trembled in the air in your aftershocks, and the few lingering kisses at the apex of your thigh was the last thing he left before Bucky finally pulled his head away and stood from the bed.

He kept his eyes on you.

The trail of tears ran on the outer corners of your eyes, your hair disheveled as a result of your floundering.

“What are you doing?” Thor asked, as though he hadn’t witnessed the entire scene bestowed before him.

Bucky raised his brows and turned. The alpha stood in the room without a single article of clothing, nothing to hide the trimmed hairs scattered over his brimful chest, running down to the base of his jutting erection. His knot had yet to appear, and the shine of their omega’s slick was absent from it.

Both men looked back at you, a smirk inching its way specifically across Bucky’s lips when you had gone about feebly crossing your legs, gentle waves of spasms rocking through your form.

“Just finishing right where the two of us left off last night,” he told Thor, though they both knew those words were meant for you, and you dug your nails over the bandages wrapped around your palm, reopening the cut from the night he was indirectly referring to.

The dark-haired alpha turned backed to Thor. “You were right to discipline her this morning. That seems to be what she needs—the only thing she responds to.”

A lie, you thought, but you didn’t move to say it.

Bucky’s tone left room for more, and Thor arched his brow. “But?”

Bucky gnawed on his lip for a moment, contemplating before he eventually responded; “It’s not enough that we discipline her.” Thor did not reply. “Steve already mentioned that we continue to mate with her, but now I’m thinking that might not be… sufficient.”

“What do you mean?”

Bucky paced around the bed, stalking you slowly as would a lion intending to pounce his prey. He placed a knee over the mattress and leaned atop the bed just slightly until his metal arm grasped your jaw. Smooth, cool fingers firmly pressed to your skin while he rolled your head to the side. You whimpered, continuing to bite on your gag. Towards the window, the soft afternoon light burning over your face, Bucky focused intensely into your wide-blown eyes. Looking upon them as though looking into black voids: dark, endless, and uncontrolled. The outdoor light glowed the thinnest crescents over your irises while you shuddered.

“Take a look for yourself,” he said, tilting your head slightly back to him.

Thor stepped closer, until he too came across your features.

“She needs pleasure,” Bucky said, and he turned you back to face him. “Stimulation.”

Your body flinched, an uncontrollable need to scratch his eyes out. And in the same moment the thought occurred to you, Bucky’s hand clenched its hold tighter around your jaw.

Thor didn’t answer him. Too immersed himself in your current state before him. Not after another moment of silence did he finally speak.

“She’s saturated with pheromones.” Thor closed the door behind him, taking a single step closer. He tightened his fists, putting every ounce of himself into not jumping on you then and stuffing you full.

You shuddered when Bucky released your jaw, head turning with the alpha, as if trained on Bucky as he stalked around the bed prowling to the side until he reached the nightstand. He roamed in his naked glory, the top half of his hair tied into a bun, only a few strands escaping and settling on his forehead.

A glass of water rested just above the nightstand before Bucky lifted the glass.

“Tastes just as good as she smells,” he said, perching the glass over his lips before letting the water pour down into his throat. The few drops that escaped the corners of his lips caught in his beard before the man wiped it away.

You didn’t break eye contact, and he raised a brow.

“Parched already doll? Thought I gave you some after the first round.” He nodded back to the nightstand, pointing out the other two tall, empty glasses there.

I don’t want anything you, you bastard!

You struggled to get your message out past your gag, thrashing about in the bed until the alpha turned to Thor…

“Help yourself—"

You screamed into your gag, body reeling over the bed as the blond beast suddenly lurched forward. The man once before you now a primal animal, his arms looping around your thighs viciously like claws, his smooth, moist tongue swirling deep into your shriveling cunt.

He had gone for you when you had just barely come down from your high, and your fight or flight instincts immediately kicked in when the man circled his tongue to your swollen bundle of nerves. So sensitive… You couldn’t stand to let yourself be touched for another second.

Though Thor didn’t mind it when you squeezed your thighs around his head. You thought it would stifle his movements, but to ill effect, it only grounded him more into you.

Get off me!

“Hmmm—Mmnnph—MMnn.” Nothing more than a concoction of jumbled sounds exhaled out of your nose.

Bucky laughed above you, setting his glass down before climbing back up the bed, his head casting over yours like a shadow.

“See? Our omega demands to be pleasured,” Bucky told the other alpha. He slung his hand around your neck, rotating your face to himself, the two of you crossing gazes until you couldn’t hold it anymore. You stirred over the sheets to get away from him, but the man above only shook you in his grasp. “She starts fighting otherwise.”

They both chuckled when something almost growl-like vibrated deep from your chest, but you held yourself back from throwing a tantrum...

They were testing you, seeing how far you would react. Trying to create another reason to punish you…

God, your mind screamed for you to hold back, knowing all too well what spankings they had waiting for you. Though a part of you wondered how far they would really go to hurt you. Would it not be worth it? You remembered Steve’s unsightly stare when he had finally seen your bite mark yesterday. You weren’t sure about it, but a part of you hoped that he disliked what Thor had done to you. He made mention of it that morning, and even you could tell that the two were at their wits end with each other.

Going against them would only further frustrate them. But the question was still fresh in your head; would it be worth it? You had only been with them for so many days, and if the collar was a surprise to you, there was no telling what other devices they would pull out for punishment…

Not to forget Bucky on the other hand… You weren’t sure where he aligned if he sided with one of the alphas or possibly had his own agenda outside of them. You couldn’t risk slipping up around him again.

The sudden spike of pleasure in your loins dragged you back to the surface. Bucky’s chest and toned muscles invading your vision, you groaned when his lips attached themselves to your breast. The warmth from his mouth, churning your insides as though your sensations were running down the stream, collecting into the pool that settled between your legs as Thor replenished himself.

“Keep that up sweetie; I want to know how bad you want it.”

You coiled your body inwards. You cried, but the men held you down.

Thor’s tongue, like a gentle instrument, lapped over your lips, each swipe over your abused pearl igniting your hips to jump up and away.

“Just be good,” he breathed against your sopping sex, “Be good and we’ll show you the pleasure you can receive.”

You jolted when Bucky’s fingers slipped down below, immediately moistened from the excess of your dripping arousal, rubbing themselves firmly over your clit until he had gone about flicking it furiously with his middle finger.

Your stomach tensed up, all your muscles flexing against each other.

No… No!

The wet appendage licking your slick had descended within the warmth of your cavern, intent on tasting more of your nectar, swirling deep as he pressed himself harder against you, eyes closed and with a hoarse hum that ricocheted currents up your arms.

You kicked out your legs, your last attempt to beg for mercy from your captors. Hot, searing tears washed your cheeks as you screamed bloody murder into the leather gag, the skin around your lips and chin glossy in drool. The pressure in your stomach, you couldn’t hold it anymore.

Don’t let go… Don’t let—

A rush of fluid gushed from between your legs, showering the blond alpha as you wailed beneath them. He stretched your legs further, your climax spraying his mouth and neck.

And Bucky laughed above you, his unrelenting fingers moving tenfold at the sight of seeing you come undone.

“Hah-haa, yes! I’d knew you liked that one baby. Keep coming, sweetie; keep coming over your alpha exactly like that.”

It was almost as though a higher power took you by the reigns, akin to as though he had more control over your body than you ever did. You couldn’t stop the pleasure racking your body, offering a sensation almost painful.

Unbearable.

Your hips lurched forward, and you squirted your release again, the watery liquid coating Thor’s mouth and beard. But he seemed ready for it this time, and Bucky, made aware too, moved his finger off your bud as the blond alpha pressed his tongue flat against your folds once more. Your release surged onto his tongue before washing down the wet appendage and your labia, running down your ass and soaking the sheets.

You orgasmed beneath them one more time before succumbing to unconsciousness.

Chapter Text

Steve awoke suddenly deep within the night taking a desperate inhale for breath. He braced himself immediately, the palm of his hand pressing hard against the wooden floorboards of the porch as he sat himself up.

The night air was still, and the distant fluttering of leaves echoed over the pitch-dark sky.

His dream…

His fingers swept over the porch below him, caressing the smooth, sanded wood, the minimal sensation of splinters between the grooves from the years of wear. Sweat had coated his neck and arms, as though coming back up from being submerged in the lake.

It wasn’t real…

Steve pulled his hand away from the porch, holding his palm out below him as he stared through it and into the void.

That feeling—the ripples underneath the skin. It was a feeling like no other.

Incomparable.

The golden-haired alpha peered up above his shoulder, laying witness to the dancing wind in the night, trees rustling beneath the full moon’s glow.

He never thought he could see something so beautiful. A destined miracle if he could describe it.

Pulling his knee up to perch his elbow, Steve turned his head to the cabin, hand resting over his neck while eyeing the wooden house, veering down the farther end to the window of his omega’s room.

Steve’s face morphed, eyes and brows narrowing, his jawline sharp.

He clenched his teeth.

It wasn’t real.

It was the heat flaring to your face at first—the thing that aroused you from the depths of your slumber. Though it wasn’t enough to fully awake you as you lay stretched out on your side, one arm extended out, and the other resting over your hip and stomach.

You sighed in exhaustion and were suddenly surprised by the instantaneous gasp of air that followed from your lips. The sweat that coated your neck and chest was almost something similar to being underwater. But that worry was instantly washed away by the tongue lapping up your perspiration.

Oh god…

And there it was again, the intoxicating scent invading the air. So subtle, yet somehow concentrated at your nose, as though the aroma itself was a being of its own with the sole intention of invading your mind. It directed itself right towards you.

You whined out meekly, and when his hands soon got a hold of you did you begin rousing from your slumber. Hot, clammy palms lifted your right leg as the rest of your body lay on its side, letting your thighs spread apart before anchoring the single leg over his shoulder.

He peppered your calf with a trail of kisses, scorching your skin while you feebly swatted your hand out to him, begging him to let you go. Your attempts to push your tormentor away were futile, your fingers near unable to skim his muscular torso. You could barely lift yourself off the bed, suddenly struggling in your own weight.

So much weight cementing you to the mattress. As though iron held you down.

What was this?

You suddenly caught a glimpse, blinded by the morning light entering through the bedroom window. His fingers slid down and stroked your thigh slow and sensually, encouraging you awake, while the abs below his chest flexed and rippled over his stomach.

“Haahh—” Your body jolted, the sudden intrusion of his limber, callous fingers, stretching open your folds.

“Hmm.” He stuffed his fingers deeper, and you jumped over the bed before him as he twirled the three digits in you by his wrist. His fingers stretched apart experimentally, testing the waters for your reaction while the short nails and joints of his fingers brushed your soaked, velvet walls. “You’re stretching so easy after the first three.”

Your hands clutched the sheets, and you braced your weight against your forearms. You had to get up.

“Aa-haah—”

His hands, once again returning to your thighs, pulled you forward and over his bare, erect cock. Your walls spasmed around him over the unprompted fullness. The impulsive fluttering around his length rocked convulsions through your chest and down your arms.

“No… no,” you whimpered beneath him, but he only heard you and chuckled, slowly setting himself to a gentle, leisurely pace. The tip of his cock stroked you firmly—delicately while he pumped his hips against you. Your thighs—spread further apart, one resting over the bed and one resting over the alpha’s shoulder—quivered against his hips. The plush walls of your sex conformed around the veins of his member and the ridges of his head while he continued to glide his cock into your honey-sweet core.

Your head rolled back in the sheets, mouth parted wide while the man above you continued his onslaught again and again until the coil in you was ready to break.

His hand, addicted to the touch, caressed your thigh. He squeezed the plentiful, soft flesh.

“You’re glowing.”

 Your inner walls clung to him at the affirmation, your body working against you with its own agenda to catch your release, and you hummed as he plowed you with his rock-hard cock, turning your head away shamefully.

This wasn’t you… This wasn’t you at all.

“Stop,” you whispered, “please.”

He didn’t hear you, or maybe it was that he chose not to, but he instead reached his hand to the underside of your belly. His fingers spread wide to hold you before sweeping above your belly button.

The light had finally caught your eyes—cutting away your trace.

You had let out a piercing scream, yet no sound was heard.

Wide like saucers, your eyes trailed down to your engorged stomach. A dark seam ran down the center, running far past your belly button to where you couldn’t see. Though there was not a lack of other thin marks scattered down the sides of your belly.

Your swollen stomach looked well ready to pop, reaching far past its full term.

No…

When? When?

“Let go of me!” You kicked and cried, but squealed when the tip of his cock tapped against your cervix, his thick grith nestled within your overstretched walls. You clenched your eyes shut when his hips pressed flush to your thighs, one hand anchored to your leg while the other stroked your massive belly, warming your skin with small circles and a wide palm.

“My mate.”

No! No!

You arched your back and screamed.

Your whole body jolted in the darkness of night, panting heavily against your pillow, eyes wide and stinging with tears. The leather gag lodged in your mouth nuzzled deeper when you swallowed down your saliva, and your sigh released the tenseness of your sore shoulders.

A quick moment of tousling on the bed, and you reacquainted yourself with the leather cuffs pinning your hands behind you and the chained collar anchoring you to the bedframe. The sweat clasped to your skin rubbed itself away into the sheets.

You didn’t need to peek below you to know what you saw moments before was merely a dream. Though you wouldn’t want to call it anything near that.

Your eyes wandered over the ceiling and wooden beams endlessly until they fell to the window.

“Mhh-Mmm—” you kicked your legs back until your shoulders hit the headboard.

His forearm rested between the window and his head as he looked on through the glass, a sliver of light outlining his combed-back hair and beard, along with the muscles straining under his shirt.

He must have come in so silently; you didn’t hear him at all.

Steve…

“They taught us once that omegas can do incredible things.” The glass fogged in his breath. “Left bitten and unbonded, some omegas can activate an unconscious, primal mechanism to reach out to the closest alphas to bond with. And in rare occasions, they’re even able to hear the alpha who bit them through great distances to return to them and complete the bond.”

He turned to you, the sinister stare of his dark pupils slitting your throat, undoubtedly pinning you still with invisible shackles. His gaze returned to the window.

“Did you get a good view of it? I’m sure you did.”

You watched him lift his shaky palm into his sight, close to his chest before his fingers curled tightly into his hand.

“I can’t get it out of my head,” he chuckled pathetically, “I can still feel them kicking my hand when I placed it over your round belly.”

You choked at his words, and hysteria raced through your voice when Steve took his first step toward you.

No… When did he?... It wasn’t true!

“You don’t know how painful it is to see your children before your eyes and realize it wasn’t real.”

You shot your foot up to kick him away, but he grasped your ankle, his bone-crushing grip forcing you to scream into your gag. You lurched up until he let you go.

“This world’s made you forget your true values, omega. But I’m going to make sure you relearn it all tonight.”

The alpha propped a single knee on the bed, one arm pinning your shoulder while the other latched down on your waist. You shook your head and sobbed.

“Shhh, shhh.” Steve stroked your face. “Birth is a beautiful thing. There’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

He watched your face contort, snuffling out your frantic jerks and shakes with his weight.

It was no use. Your hands were bound behind your exposed body; nothing was stopping the man before you from getting what he desired. And he knew it was coming… You knew it was coming.

There was no stopping him…

But the iron racing to your heart wouldn’t allow you to let it go…

Your legs swung up into the air before slamming down back into the mattress.

Harder… Harder! Hit it as hard as you could.

“Don’t—” he hissed, “don’t try that with me.” Steve moved quickly as you bashed your feet onto the bed, the padded thuds over the mattress growing louder until your thighs were parted by his wide hips.

He settled himself between you and propped himself up by his spread knees, your thighs lifted in the air by his own, and your feet no longer able to touch the mattress, forced up high while his hard, sheathed cock pushed itself flush against your exposed folds.

“Look how wet your pheromones have made you already, omega. Your body was getting you ready to take an alpha after that dream.”

Bastard! Of course, anyone would be left aroused after such an erotic, graphic dream like that. How can he believe that anyone else wouldn’t be the same?

Your struggles and wiggling hips underneath him only further pressed his hot length to your center. His hot erection burned against you as he continued dry humping between your thighs.

Steve bent over you.

“I can feel you pulsing around me.” His whisper was a sharp knife that grazed against your skin. You screamed into your gag as his breath cut you. “Your beautiful heartbeat is right at my cock. You’re filled with so much desire and you don’t even realize…”

Your chest lurched forward with sobs, and Steve caressed your face.

You could feel his throbbing as well through the thin material of his sweats. The slight friction between his shaft and your sex as he adjusted himself above you encouraged you to bite down on your gag fiercely.

Nothing crossed your mind more tempting now than being burned alive. Right under him so that the alpha could scream and turn to ash with you. Nothing in your head whispering a regret if it came to be.

Anything but this…

“Steve, we agreed not to enter her room tonight.”

You stilled, rigid like a needle with enlarged eyes pinned to the man over you.

Steve was still just as much as you, but the furious huff from his nostrils fanned your face with a heat that shot shivers through your limbs. He didn’t look away from you.

“Get off her,” Bucky demanded.

You couldn’t see him from the other large man caving over you, but your body quaked to his call. His voice so deep… and you nearly lost breath from the threatening aura.

Steve huffed from his nose once more before his hands slowly reached for your arms. Large, hot, and sweaty palms pressed down the gooseflesh over your skin, and you winced from the pain in your shoulders as your arms behind your back crushed under his added weight. A whimper suddenly broke through you when his body once again started grinding over yours, his burning cock rubbing your labia unabashedly slow.

You kicked your legs in the air and whined.

“Steve—”

“Watch us,” Steve said, his hips growing bolder in their circular motions against you. “I know you saw that dream too.” A sudden jerk of his hips forward pulled a heavy gasp straight from your lungs.

“And you should be lucky that I’m not Thor, otherwise you’d be dead.”

“It’s a sign Bucky. Tonight—she’ll finally take tonight.” His hips grounded faster at the call of his words until he watched your face squirm with tears. His sheathed cock rubbed your clit alight like a match, the fast friction motioning over you again and again until you crossed your feet behind his back in a desperate attempt to slow him down, toes curling.

Stop… Stop!

But your words were void—crumbling behind your sealed lips secured tightly by the leather.

God, you wanted to cry—even more so than you were now, with your mouth free and your sobs echoing in your ears.

 “Mate her with me, and maybe we can finally knot her.”

At his words, a sudden thrust against your sopping heat sent a spasm through you, and you jerked your hips with an uncontrolled fervor when your folds pressed along the growing bulge at the base of his shaft.

Your chest rippled and shook, a new wave of fresh tears and water trailing down from your eyes and nose until they all reached your lips, running along the edge of your leather gag and down your chin.

His hand drifted to you, and you jerked away from Steve’s touch. Your eyes kept away from him, unable to face the man without igniting the hatred and pitiful sorrow in your gut, a near concoction of vomit as you tried to hold your sobs—an impossible task for your body.

How could he? How could any man have the audacity to treat you like this?

Even when you turned from him, Steve let his hand caress you, his fingers skimming below your ear while his thumb swiped your cheek. He whispered to himself, and you weren’t sure what he said though it soon was forgotten when his hand skimmed lower, down your jaw, before turning you delicately back to him.

No words needed to be exchanged; you knew what he wanted.

You blinked a few tears away before matching his gaze.

“I said, get off of her.” The other alpha latched his hand over Steve’s wrist.

Steve didn’t look away from you.

“I’m not going to fight you.”

“And I told you to end this.” Bucky only let go when Steve released you.

You whimpered when Steve shuffled himself above you, sitting straight as his knot grinded you firmly in a spot that sent sparks to your stomach. His hand held your hip securely, and you sucked on your gag when your body unconsciously rubbed itself over his cock.

Steve stared at Bucky.

“Thought that you had more control than me and Thor, but I know you, Bucky…”

They held their gazes for only a moment more before Bucky broke away, his eyes straying back to you…

Always to you.

“You want her as much as I do.”

The sharp line at his jaw straightened tighter, teeth clenched until they nearly broke from within Bucky’s mouth. His brows furrowed.

“You can’t hide it… Not when her pheromones reek all over you,” Steve continued, his deep chuckle ringing as you purred from underneath him.

Bucky did not say anything, his eyes simply boring down and piercing your soul. The haziness in your eyes, Bucky’s gaze flowed down to the apex of your thighs, suddenly caught by the mild circular motion of your hips rubbing against the other alpha’s knot, Steve’s erection jutting out between your thighs, desperately throbbing at your attention.

Out of all the current alphas, it seemed that your body was most reactive to Steve’s scent. He hadn’t even scented you thoroughly.

A hot, viscous huff escaped his breath, and he finally bared his teeth.

“I’m not going to tell you again…”

Aside from the small creaking of the mattress bed from your wiggling hips, the silence was deafening. Neither of the two alphas moved in wait for the other, both of them compelled by their primal instincts; Bucky almost wouldn’t think that they were ever friends from the current moment alone.

A groan—almost a roar of defeat had snapped you back into focus when Steve pushed you aside before stepping off the bed. You barely caught sight of him as he stormed past Bucky.

“Steve—”

The door slammed closed behind the alpha, leaving Bucky alone with you. And in the silence, he stared at the door for a moment longer, your heated breaths in the background giving the only noise to break the deaf air.

Bucky wished he could correct him and let the other alpha know…

You suddenly shuffled your feet over the sheets, and Bucky faced you only when he heard the thud on the floor, finding your chain snaking to the other side of the bed, you curled over the wooden floorboards. Your sobs escaped from the other side of the room from what had transpired.

The alpha listened to you as you wept, seemingly no longer concerned by his presence.

Bucky turned to the door.

“Steve will care for you in the morning. Do not forget to address him as ‘alpha.’” He marched to the door and gripped the handle. “Do you understand?”

He didn’t look at you as your cries through the gag grew louder, his heart clenching at your pleas of desperation at knowing that the other alpha will care for you.

Steve was wrong. Bucky didn’t want to as much as Steve did.

He wanted you so much more…

The alpha opened the door with sharp-blown eyes and left the room.

There wasn’t an inch from your body that moved off the floor through the night, not even through the light of dawn. The specks of dust floating in the air didn’t seem to do enough to disturb your unfocused eyes.

Lifeless…

The manifestation of death numbed you from the ripping pain in your shoulders, not even your fingers twitching to give the minuscule relief to you. Arms behind forcing your body to lean forward on its side, your cheek pressed firmly over the wooden floor, warm and sicky from your empty tears. A soft ringing ran through your ears along with the soreness from your jaw on the hard floor and the gag in your mouth.

The sudden sound of running water reached you, adding to the noise that diffused with everything else.

Keep your ears ringing… Let your eyes fade out of focus…

Be lifeless…

Dead…

You were living on a see-saw, every day swinging you back and forth between waiting it out for your freedom and giving in to the sweet, easing mercy of a quick death. Surely now if you remained lifeless for a second longer, your body would magically follow your request and stop—let all your organs cease function and let the rest of your body perish…

His hand swooped in and lifted you by your arm, and suddenly all your body reignited back to life as you kicked your legs out, screaming into your muzzle.

“Rise and shine sweetheart.” Steve yanked you closer. “Get up.”

Your knees buckled behind you as he kicked your leg from behind. He sat on the bed, hovering over you from your position on the floor, and the rage in you dissipated after the man unlatched the collar and chain from your neck. You nearly fell forward when he grabbed your wrists and removed those cuffs as well.

“Last one,” he whispered.

The alpha barely had a hold on you the moment he pulled your leather cuffs away, watching you instantly scramble away from him like a frightened creature. Your arms—even after the soreness and ache from being held behind for so long—reached up to unbuckle the leather gag still lodged in your mouth.

You looked like a despicable animal…

“Omega.”

Your bones shivered under his call to you, in his commanding and authoritative tone, and you stared straight at him.

He lifted a single finger towards you before curling it in his direction.

Tears blinked themselves away as you eyed the man up and down. Memories of your last punishment with Thor came to your mind, and nothing filled your mind more than to only avoid any pain by their hand at all cause. All of these men who could turn at a split hair—who knew what other methods of torture they had in store for you next? 

There was no need to give them a reason to though. They have already violated you far enough, what use would it be fighting them now? You didn’t have to make a scene again to know that you wouldn’t win, they’d still get what they wanted from you in the end.

And that wouldn’t be the way you’d win this.

Your stare upon the alpha faltered.

Remember… Their stability was cracking. The only fight you needed to splurge on now would only be the one between the alphas.

That would be your winning break.

You shuffled your knees back to the alpha in front of you before turning your back to him.

If you could withstand until then, whenever that moment may be… then surely the chaos will be enough to create an opening, whatever opening you may find.

Steve’s hands grasped your gag, and you cried out when he pulled you back. He leaned forward while he unbuckled the strap.

“Don’t think you’re done with your punishment.” He pulled the strap tighter behind you before finally pulling the leather gag from your mouth. “You have to earn your freedom to keep these removed.”

You yelped and fell onto your hands and knees when the alpha smacked your ass. “Now let’s go wash up darling.”

There was a stumbling in your feet as you stood before glancing back at him. The smirk on his face was a heavy contrast to the desperation and anger he showed you and Bucky last night. But your hands still reached up to cover yourself when he finally stood, making his way closer to you before shepherding you into the bathroom.

He didn’t join you in the tub when he directed you to it, merely leaning against the door with crossed arms. And in all honesty, you were grateful for it.

Your immediate priority was to wash away the filth of their touch and the foul smell of sex that lingered over your skin. The bottles to wash yourself were left in the tub.

Both unscented.

No conditioner…

“Something wrong?”

You didn’t turn to Steve as you massaged the water into your hair.

“No,” you said, before glancing over, “no, alpha.”

It wasn’t a concern. Out of all the things you’ve been through, a bottle of conditioner would be the least of your worries. You’d just skip on the shampoo for now and let the hot water rinse out some of the oil evenly through your hair.

“Finish up here, and I’ll wait outside. Leave the door open.”

You didn’t respond, but when he didn’t move from the entryway did you finally answer; “yes alpha.”

He left then, giving the small ounce of peace and privacy left of you to finish rinsing yourself.

The hot water eased the aches and sores over your body while you stood still and watched the steam float off your arms. You stepped directly under the showerhead and let the water pound over your head, streams rushing down your face and your hair.

It was enough to dull the migraine that had made its home in you since the last few days. With the constant screams and tears, the rising pressure in your head was about ready to pop open through your skull.

And though you wished to stand under the water for longer, you knew that one of your kidnappers would come in soon if you stalled.

When finished with the shower, you shut off the water and waited a moment for it to rush down your body, wringing out any extra in your hair. You passed the doorway and caught a glimpse of Steve when you reached for the towel on the countertop, patting yourself dry before finally wrapping it around you.

He didn’t miss your gaze either, stepping into the room from the door. Had he left? You weren’t keeping track.

You had caught a quick peek of something else in his hand. A watch was your first guess, but you didn’t see it long enough to know for sure.

The expression on his face was something you couldn’t read, straight and stern yet with a sparkle in his eye, a small reminder of his confidence and cockiness this morning. Whatever it was, you knew you wouldn’t be ready for what he’d have planned.

You brushed your teeth afterward, staring once more at the woman you’ve grown to not know. Again, with the puffy eyes and face, it wasn’t long before you turned away, your attention focusing on the sink below.

You couldn’t bear to look at yourself.

Once finished brushing your teeth, you left the bathroom clinging to the fluffy towel wrapped around you. The only piece of fabric you’ve worn after so many days… You’d hold on to it with your life.

Or at least as long as you could before one of the men ripped it out from you.

You approached Steve who reprised his seat back on the bed from where he first opened your binds. His legs spread wide, inviting you in.

You kneeled before him, clutching your towel as you readied for him to reattach your leash.

“This won’t take long,” he muttered, grabbing the leather collar and chain from over the sheets before wrapping it around you. His knuckles grazed your neck, and with the last remaining droplets of water running down your damp hair, you shivered at his touch.

He watched you shiver, and his gaze suddenly turned to Thor’s scar on your neck. His fingers caressed it, and another shiver escaped.

Steve’s stare lasted only a moment longer before he clipped the collar behind you.

You attempted to turn around for your cuffs next, but Steve stopped you.

“Not yet.” He grasped your shoulders in place with his large hands. “Right now omega, I’m going to teach you a lesson," he shushed you when you shook your head; “Hey, hey—hush. This is a good lesson.”

You stilled, only frighted by what would come next, but the ease of his hands over your shoulders gave you enough calm to meet his eye.

He lifted the leather gag in front of you, letting it sway gently. “Now we can put this back on you, but we don’t have to do that.”

You weren’t sure what to make of what he was getting at, so you waited for him to continue.

“You know being bad gets you punished, but if you want to get out of punishment, you need to earn your way out of it,” he said, the malicious smirk making its way back to his face once again.

So this was what he was planning?

You held back the urge to gag. You weren’t sure anything was worth getting out of your current situation. But the back of your mind wouldn’t relent; deep down you knew that you couldn’t pin the alphas after each other unless you gave them some reason to trust you over one another.

You could do that or?...

“Where’s Thor?”

The slap across your face whipped your head to the side.

“Don’t,” he seethed, “say his name…”

Your head remained still, cranked to the side from the alpha’s slap. You chewed your lip and blinked back tears.

Everything you predicted was correct.

Steve and Thor were near their breaking point with each other. If you could just sway the tides enough…

“I’m sorry, alpha,” you choked, locking your vision back to him. When he refused to speak, you quickly added, “I don’t… I don’t want him near me.” Your arms crossed over the fluffy towel on your chest, a single hand reaching over and letting your fingers skim against the scar on your neck. “He always hurts me.”

There was another onset of silence before Steve sighed.

“It doesn’t have to be that way if you learn to be good.”

You glanced away, not willing to respond until Steve brought up the leather gag to your face once more.

“Doll, show me how obedient you can be, and you can go on without this on your pretty face.”

Your knees inched back from him.

He reached for your arm and pulled you closer.

“Don’t make me do this the hard way. You’re gonna do this whether you agree or not.”

He shook you a couple more times to give him a reaction, but you were still processing the words in his head.

Right, so they knew exactly what they were doing to you…

You brought your attention back to the alpha and nodded.

You’d burn these bastards to the ground.

Steve patted your cheek.

“Now that’s what we want to hear.”

He pulled his shirt over his shoulders before you knew it, tossing it to the bed. You suddenly had doubts as you realized your current position in front of him after he removed his pants.

His cock was soft in front of you, but it didn’t take long for it to semi-harden.

You yanked yourself on your collar, but you were already at the end of your leash. Water was still dripping from your hair, and you held your towel tighter.

“Let’s get you closer.”

He pulled your arms and placed them along his bare thighs until your fingers grazed his hip bones.

You huffed and stared at him, and the alpha admired you from above. Your skin prickled by the cool breeze and the water running down your cleavage.

His hot fingers melted into your skin as he gently held your jaw, tilting your chin higher. You clutched his hips when he leaned down and pressed his lips against yours, his tongue teasing your bottom lip with its caress. But when you didn’t open your mouth, he pulled away, nose feathering over yours for a mere moment while he stared down at them.

“I’ve always wanted to see what your lips would look like wrapped around me. How beautiful you would look holding me in your mouth.”

He suddenly held his penis in his hand, and you turned your head away to the sound of him stroking himself.

“You’re gonna learn how to take cock so well. I’ll teach you.”

“Stop—” You inched away until his ankles wrapped behind your thighs.

“You will learn.”

Something was suddenly forced inside your mouth, and you screamed as you grasped and pulled his hands from your face. But you couldn’t fight him off fast enough before the metal found its way behind your teeth.

There was a panic to pound on his chest and run, but the collar on your neck would do nothing but hold you back.

His hands pulled on the leather straps, buckling them to the back of your head.

“There we go, sweetie. Nice and tight.”

Your tongue flicked over the metal behind your teeth, a feeble attempt to dislodge the large ring prying your mouth wide open. By the time you reached for it with your hands, Steve was already ahead of you, grasping your wrists in a crushing hold.

You sobbed when he yanked you forward.

“Omega, you promised you would behave,” he continued when you sobbed, “this is just a little reassurance. Can’t risk you injuring your alphas again, or do I need to bring the cuffs back out for you too?”

He didn’t get an answer back from you as you wailed frailly. He didn’t waste time though, leading your hand with his own as the two of you gently held his cock. He squeezed your hand, forcing your fingers to wrap over his length firmly until he dragged your hand up his shaft.

He hissed, and he guided your hand back down to the base. A few more pumps and his cock was at full mast, nothing stopping him as his other hand snaked behind your head and to the back of your skull as he finally pulled you closer.

You couldn’t resist in his hold.

His thighs parted once more as his cock slid between the ring in your mouth—between your lips as it settled on your tongue.

You whined beneath as you tasted him, pulling your tongue as far back as it could go, only for him to press himself more firmly against the wet appendage.

He whipped his head back and groaned, pulling you closer to the base. You clutched your towel with a single hand, but he remained his hold on your head and the other hand, keeping you forced down upon him.

“Your mouth,” he shuddered.

His cock drew in further, your lips grazing over the ridges and veins of his pink-tinted flesh. The sudden salted test of his pre-ejaculate dissolved in your mouth, forcing a shiver across your chest.

He finally let go of the hand used to keep your fingers wrapped around his cock, and you braced yourself on his thighs when he reached behind your head with his other hand, forcing you down in a single thrust.

“A-ah,” you gurgled, Steve making his full intrusion into your mouth. Your tongue slithered along the under ridge of his shaft, fighting to make room for breath.

“Suck on it doll. I want you to suck it for me.”

He pulled you away only to thrust you back, your nose pressed into the hairs of his groin.

If he started swelling up now, you were sure he would break your jaw and suffocate you.

You grasped his wrist and thigh and attempted to pull away, but your strength was far outmatched.

“Omega,” he shushed you, “this only takes longer the more you fight it. Satisfy me and we’ll be done.”

He bobbed your head a few times more, his hands moving to hold you below your ear as he caressed his thumbs to your jaw. You gagged upon every thrust of his hips as his cock tickled the back of your throat.

“You look so beautiful, dear. Lather me up. Keep those pretty lips wrapped tight.”

You whined and choked as he abused your mouth, taking all the air from you as he flicked his head back and enjoyed the pleasure brought on by your tongue.

You smacked his thigh, the scent of him finally reaching your nose. Though it was musky and mingled in his sweat, the warm aromatics eased your tense muscles.

He finally looked back at you.

Fuck, you couldn’t let their scents get to you again. And it seemed he knew it was affecting you too.

“Do you like it?” he asked, caressing your cheek. “Are you addicted to it?”

Your nose flared with hot air when your jaws pressed down on the ring far passed the point your mouth grew sore. If you could, you would have torn his cock with your teeth and spit him out.

But he slammed you back again, your lips, nose, and forehead flush against his skin as he forced you to choose between smelling his virgin, unrefined scent or choking unconscious on his massive girth.

You gagged again, but when his essence lingered into your nostrils did your eyes descend to the back of your head.

So pure… so raw…

He hummed above you, thrusting his hips into your stuffed mouth again before sighing; “maybe I should get that last gag on you again. You’re so good at sucking your alpha’s cock. Seems like we should always keep that mouth of yours full.”

You wept below. You couldn’t control yourself; the scent radiating off of him—the pheromones—rigged your mind with desire, your core growing warm below you. Any of the last drops of water on your skin burning from the rising temperature of your blood. You were scorching under the towel.

And by the time he was all you could smell, he removed his hands from your head.

“Atta girl.” He leaned back on the mattress with his palms as he stared down at you, your own arms resting peacefully over his thighs as you sucked his thick shaft devoutly. It was as though you were overtaken by a need to… You couldn’t describe it as your tongue lolled around his cock as much as it could, nose pressed closer into the hairs and base of his groin.

“That’s it—hhaaa—fuck.,” he hissed before biting his lip, “There she is... There’s my precious omega.”

His fingers grasped the bedsheets while he watched, mesmerized as your head slowly began bobbing on his length. Feeling the suction of your mouth and the hot tongue rippling under him before swirling around the tip—Steve’s body was boiling in ecstasy.

He reached out and stroked your head, rewarding you with subtle praise.

There was no doubt that his scent was controlling you, almost as if rigging your mind to follow his desire. Or possibly a primal desire you didn’t know.

Or could it just be that your body was coping out of fear from your captors? For the desperation of sympathy from them? The thought had come to you briefly, but your mind didn’t have the capacity to decide, only focusing on the one thing that truly mattered.

Steve groaned as you sucked him harder, feeling his aching cock pulse against your tongue. You pulled back and flicked at his head, coating him in another bout of saliva as you lapped up the pre beading from him once again.

“Don’t stop omega.” He clenched his teeth and gently tugged you back in. “I want you to take all of it.”

You obliged, engulfing him once again into your open mouth.

“God,” he breathed as you suffocated under him. “Can’t wait for the days you’ll work those pretty lips with a full belly. Knocked up nice and round with a good helping of pups. And I’ll be sure to pump you full of them.”

His hand trailed closer to your face once again, and you shivered as his fingers caressed the shell of your ear, a gag following right after as his cock pushed in too deep.

How could you enjoy this? How could you allow your body to enjoy this?

You scrunched your brows and your nose, and you suddenly pulled back away.

The hand that was once caressing your ear soon yanked on the cartilage, bringing you back to his base.

“No sweetie, you stay right there like I told you.”

Your whine vibrated against him, sending shocks through the large alpha. When you tried to pull back once more, he held you by the back of your neck, holding you in place, and once your tears subsided, you closed your eyes and did as he commanded only letting the warm musk and scent take its reign on you for one more time.

There was barely any room left in the gag’s ring from his thick cock, and the length of his shaft forced him to take refuge deep into your throat as you swallowed him, letting your mouth constrict and massage his painfully hard erection.

The rumbling in his throat was a monstrous growl, but you knew he was beyond keen with your compliance.

You couldn’t even recall the last time you’d sucked on cock. And now here you were, a stranger you barely knew throat deep inside you, groaning and rutting you like his new fleshlight.

You’d barely felt the swell at the base of his shaft against your tongue before Steve pulled your mouth off and out from his cock. Air rushed into your lungs as you engulfed the oxygen to sustain you, your body weak and flimsy but well too heavy at the same time.

“You did so well for me sweetie.” He lifted you in your towel and adjusted you over his thighs: thighs large enough that your legs spread eagle just for your knees to reach the mattress at his sides.

But when he looked down and chuckled, you mirrored his eyes. His hands held your hips up, slightly bunching up your towel to reveal the thick string of arousal descending from your lower lips. The shame drenched your body as you whimpered, pushing yourself off his chest.

This wasn’t you. It was the scent—the smell.

“Now look at what a good girl you are,” Steve purred, the praise sending jolts to your body as the alpha forced you down.

“Naah, naah.” The gag held your mouth open as you pleaded, using your strength to defy him.

The slick hanging from your core stuck itself along the length of Steve’s member as his saliva-soaked head prodded near your opening. You held yourself up as long as you could, his cock bumping against you again and again before Steve finally nestled himself at your entrance and slid in.

“Aah—ahhh.” Your body convulsed, shivers raking up your spine as your tight walls stretched painfully wide to his full girth, nearly choking the same way you had been choking on him in your mouth only moments before.

He pressed you down further, forcing your cunt to swallow the incomplete knot at the base.

You shot your head back and moaned, struggling to push off of the alpha.

“Now, now, omega,” he chastised you, “you know what I said about resisting. Calm yourself and let your alpha complete you. Let me make you whole.”

Your nails dug into his flesh as you grasped his shoulders.

Whole? You didn’t want to become whole. As if you were even empty in the first place.

His hands suddenly moved behind your head, and though it gave you the moment to pull away from his lap, you didn’t when the o-ring gag in your mouth soon loosened and fell from your lips.

Your eyes widened, and you looked at Steve in disbelief.

“You were so obedient to me,” his palm caressed your cheek, “and for that, you earned some of your freedom.”

Did he really... It seemed so unfathomable.

You leaned into his palm, tears silently shedding once again. He had given you the bare minimum of human decency since you arrived.

No gag and with a towel, while forced to ride him with only a collar chained to the bed.

You honestly couldn’t determine if your tears were genuine or out of irony.

A sudden gasp escaped you when the alpha overtook your lips with his own, moaning as he rutted his fat cock deeper into you.

“Please,” you broke away from the kiss, “enough.”

But the alpha ignored your pleas, his tongue slipping past your mouth and violating you as he bit your lip.

“You will be mine, and I promise that when you are, I will fill your stomach to the brim with my seed.”

You cried out when he moved down to suckle and bite your bottom lip, taking it hostage as his hands once again made their claim on your hips and furiously bounced you over his lap. Your breasts swayed in the motion of the sudden onslaught, and you wrapped your arms around the larger man’s neck before you could fall at the speed.

“Oh god, stop—” you hissed, but Steve kissed you again, silencing you as he hastened his thrusts, your ass slapping down over his thighs while his cock pumped into you. The stretch of his growing knot drew your scream, his phallus ready to tear you apart.

“Shhh, shhh,” he hushed your cries, though it seemed to have little effect as he bounced on the bed, meeting your hips to his cock, shining in your juices. “We’re almost there. Almost there.”

You clung to him, and Steve was taken aback when you took refuge against his neck. His blood raced, realizing that you were seeking comfort in him, retreating to his sweat and pheromone glands.

You would have thought differently, only seeking his scent to ease the pain and stretch of his cock inside your walls.

Please, stop. Please… You couldn’t take it anymore.

And you nearly thought he wouldn’t too, almost going as far as to scream for help when he pushed his knot in again.

Who would come and help you?

It was still expanding, slowly but large enough that every thrust became jerky and rough as Steve pushed himself into the base. Practice. Learn. Let your body grow accustomed to his cock until your sweet sex knows how to fully take his knot.

You sobbed your release, spilling more of your slick onto his straining cock, but Steve held still when his knot could no longer push past your soaked folds. Resting above him, huffing and shuddering, your body calmed when the alpha ceased to move.

It was over…

It was finally over.

You rested over him, letting whatever length of his cock still within you reside as Steve held your hips steady. Your arms and legs felt light as feathers in your post-orgasmic bliss, and you hesitated to move because of it, sure enough that your body would fall over onto the mattress if any hair off balance.

“You did so well,” Steve whispered above you. His thumbs stroked over your hips, and you shivered. “You’re learning.”

“T-thank you,” you sighed into his neck, letting your mind for once succumb to the warm scents of the alpha, “thank you, alpha.”

He purred, a small curve lifting at the corner of his lips before he tilted his head down towards you and pressed his lips to your temple. His whisper was nonexistent, almost sure of yourself that you didn’t hear it.

“I am your alpha, and you are mine.” His hands snaked behind and grasped you closer. “I want you to say it.”

You held still at his command, though not with much of a choice as he crushed your body into his with his strength as if he wanted to absorb you into his skin. You shut your eyes and tilted forward, pressing your lips to his neck, mouthing to him.

“I am yours.”

In no time, Steve had left the room, leaving you to succumb to the mattress as the mess he made. Face towards the door, you lay on your stomach waiting for the next alpha to show. It was a cycle, and you were sure that the next alpha wasn’t far off.

You had delved into your thoughts and soon found yourself thankful that Steve kept to his promise to rid you of that stupid gag. Not only that, but he seemed to have forgotten about cuffing your wrists as well, at least if he intended to do so.

It was satisfaction enough in your prison, and you rolled yourself to the side, your back to the door as you stared at the metal headboard. Your eyes ventured down as the chain tied to the top looped down below the bed, and you held your towel tighter.

Had you been more obedient to the alpha, you would have risked guessing that he would let you off this leash as well. Was it not enough that they confided you in a single room?

It wouldn’t have mattered anyhow. Your resolve to play favorites and deceive the alphas was already biting your tail. Alone, you could convince yourself to do it, to play along their charade and deceive the men, but when you are actually confronted with an alpha…

You wished you could rip their heads off like a dog and scream bloody murder.

The sigh escaped with your disappointment, and you closed your sore eyes, contemplating your next strategy.

Though it wasn’t a moment too long before the door soon creaked open, and you twisted your body to see Steve once again, shirtless still, but with his sweats clad and your morning meal in hand.

You lifted yourself from the bed, holding down your lungs from hyperventilating.

His smile was subtle, and it nearly had you scoffing at his after-sex mood as he approached you.

It really seemed like sex was the only way to control the temper of these men.

“Here you go.” Steve passed the plastic plate to you, and you took it silently. He circled the bed before sitting behind you on the mattress while you processed your breakfast.

Ricotta on toast.

It was more extravagant than the many meals they’ve served you before. Admiring the slices of peaches over the spread and the sprinkle of blueberries over the ricotta the peaches couldn’t hide.

You picked up a berry from the slice of rustic bread, gently squeezing it in your fingers, testing its durability before placing it in your mouth, your tongue licking your fingers for any of the remaining juice.

“See what you can have if you decide to be good.” His body moved in closer until he had you between his legs, pressing his chest flush against your back. “It’s your reward.”

You only continued to stare down at the toast, void of emotion.

Right… As if you couldn’t have had this when you were in the comfort and safety of your own home.

This wasn’t a reward.

It was just an ounce of everything they stole from you.

You barely had a chance to lift up the slice of toast in your hand, hearing the fresh crunch as you held it firmer before Steve’s hands suddenly slithered under your towel and around your body. One hand made its home cradling your empty, barren stomach, while the other snaked up to pinch and play at your nipple.

You nearly bit your tongue as he hid his face into your neck.

“I’ll knot you if it’s the last thing I do.”

And you’ll escape if it’s the last thing you do…

Chapter Text

Several days passed, or at least that being your guess… They were enough days that you finally lost track, but your closest assumption was several. In all honesty though, you might as well have said that you didn’t know how many days it’d been, and that would have been a closer assumption…

Thor’s hand caressed downward, stroking your bare arm from behind.

You lay on your side, back towards him while you stared at the wooden walls, occasionally looking down at your nook and window at the other corner of the wall. The light outside would not reach you, though there was little sun out to begin with, the harsh rain pounding against the window.

The noise was soothing: a low rumbling ready to ease you like a lullaby.

“Did you want to rest?”

You held yourself still for a moment before slightly turning your head and shoulder back to the alpha.

“If you will let me, alpha.”

A deep inhale of pride puffed his chest, the alpha nestling into you at the junction of your neck as his lips pressed against the bite he left on your skin, finally scarred and imprinted onto your flesh.

The sensation ran shivers over you, and you buried your face into the pillow.

“One more time, my dove.” He kissed your mark again. “Then I will let you sleep.”

You bit the inside of your lip, shutting your sore eyes.

“Please… It hurts.”

The kisses along your neck stopped.

“You know the rules.”

You stilled momentarily, holding your breath, contemplating before you released yourself from your suffocation through the pillow. Your eyes distanced themselves, lost far beyond the moment.

Thor had left you sore this morning, already working your body twice to stretch out and loosen your sex. As if that was the problem, but the alphas were adamant and determined that it was the issue. You wouldn’t care to correct them.

And now, your inner thighs and mound were soaked, your arousal pooling under you. It covered Thor as well along his fingers and around his cock. Your body never secreted so much before, especially stuck in the constant state of sexual stimulation.

The men never left you be, and thus, you were always left in a mess—in a puddle of your own cum. It didn’t take long for the men to decide to stop cleaning and replacing the bed sheets in favor of laying towels down the bed, finding those easier to clean and dry… And easier to hold onto for their own convenience…

You sighed when Thor lifted himself to his elbow, waiting for a response.

Your eyes kept shut, mind pondering.

Don’t fight them… Don’t fight.

He listened for your hum, before seeing the nervous nod upon you.

He smiled.

“I promise to be gentle.”

He would not…

“Yes, alpha,” you sighed.

Thor repositioned himself then, moving below you as he adjusted your legs on opposite sides of him.

You purred when his fingers pressed down and rubbed your lower lips, massaging your entrance slowly. A delicate motion up from one side of your labia to your clit and down the other; calm, circular ministrations warmed your body back up as he collected your juices over his bulky digits.

“I have seen your dreams,” he whispered to you, “your glorious belly with my strong sons. They will grow into alphas.”

You swallowed your revulsion, reminding yourself once again not to fight.

Think carefully… your goal at this point was to give them a reason not to trust one another, to continue cracking at the stone of their resilience while it was still brittle. Any resistance from you would only strengthen their bond—their resolve.

Your arms crossed.

“But those dreams…” You shyly looked away, biting back a moan as Thor once again grazed your swollen bud. “The other alphas see them too.”

A small part of you wished that what Steve said about the dreams were wrong: coincidences. Maybe the men’s scents were finally causing you to hallucinate into the deep end, see things that you knew weren’t real and believe their lies…

But that small part of you denying it could no longer keep up with them. The dreams were becoming more frequent and in-between, all of them some variation of you in different stages of pregnancy, all while being tended by your alphas in blinding bliss and pleasure.

Though with every new dream, you would wake up the same as the night before, your feelings unchanged by even a single hair. Steve had said that the dreams were meant as a way for omegas to reach out to alphas; of course, it had nothing to do with changing your state of mind…

It was meant to attract alphas, but if you were the ‘omega’ they claimed you to be, you’d be the first to use it to repel them…

“Steve said that—” your breath hitched as Thor pushed in his fingers by their knuckles to your entrance, no warning to prepare you for it. You whimpered in his hold, but Thor tightened his grasp on your hip until you eased. “St-St… Steve said that he would knot me first.” You swallowed your disgust, unfathomable that you’ve forced yourself to say the foul word.

Just hearing the thing itself felt violating to your body, practically soiling your skin.

Knot…

“I can’t—” you cut off yourself with an unsuspecting moan, “I won’t—”

You cried when Thor’s knuckles finally forced themselves into you. Hand pushing further while his fingers curled inward before his closed fist finally nestled itself into your wet hole, stretching your abused walls far past their limit. The ache agonized you.

The first time they decided to fist you, you screamed for murder, kicking and flailing before two of the alphas held you down while Steve worked you with his fingers before pushing in his entire hand.

He was getting restless, patience dwindling out of him the fastest among the alphas.

They unanimously agreed outside of your own whereabouts and refusal to stretch you to their knots by using their hands, letting their fists work you up nice and loose until you could take them. But you had still yet to.

Your walls were tense and tight, your body’s natural response to all their forced intrusion upon your womanhood. It was instinctive for your core to tighten and do whatever it could to stop their violation. But it was futile… If your abused sex was going to flex and constrict to their advances, then they would just fuck you with something larger to force your walls wide open.

An anguished cry pushed past sealed lips while Thor pushed his fist deeper, his hand drenched in your arousal as you swallowed him to his wrist. It slipped in tight but easier than you had wished.

In recent days, your arousal was becoming endless, even against your wishes. It seemed your body was always producing more than enough lubricant for these alphas to use and abuse your cunt constantly with ease. It was a phenomenon you’d never experienced with any other partner before, and you blamed their damned scents for completely drugging your body this way.

“You should have never ran from me that first night.” You recalled the night he was referring to: the bonfire…

“If you had let me mate with you then, you would have been bred and content. Not fighting me like this…” The hand he placed on your hip gently moved to hold your face, disappointment graced upon his features as though you really had been the one at fault for everything that had transpired… Everything they continued to force you through. “I won’t let him have you.”

You winced to his hand angling itself further back against your walls, your sealed lips stretching open around his wrist whilst you turned back to Thor, coming back from your lost state of mind as you squirmed yourself off the pillow.

That was another trend from you as of late, and you could only point to yourself as the cause of it, playing with the notion that you were finally nearing the end of your sanity, using whatever moment you could to drift your mind far from this place.

This tiny, tiny place…

The only scope of your world you’ve been secluded to as of late…

Your tears once again ignited from your sore eyes, and you closed your eyes as Thor twisted his wrist, knuckles moving along the velvet, plush lining of your channel. He listened to you whimper, watchful for signals and cues of when to turn his wrist and carefully tighten or relax his curled fingers. But when you could no longer take the pressure and the stretch, your hips jolted up, attempting to escape him.

He grasped your hip again and hushed you, twisting his wrist once more before he slowly pulled it out, eyes focused down at your core as your walls clung to him air-tight before his hand slipped out, completely covered in your slick.

Your eyes peeked enough to witness the large alpha bring his hand up to his lips, sticking out his tongue to lick the back of his hand before cleaning off his fingers one at a time in his mouth while he stared down at you: his prey to satisfy his hunger.

A sickening, carnivorous predator.

You could see his eyes shift and glower, the light fading in them as he consumed your essence, all traces of a man of reason gone.

A detestable monster.

You swallowed your bile when he pressed his lips into yours, pushing his tongue into your mouth, forcing you to taste your own cum.

The urge to scratch his eyes out reached you, riled you, but you held yourself, nearly losing your resolve by the impulse.

Don’t fight… Manipulate. Just keep manipulating…

You reached a shaky hand out and held Thor’s jaw, allowing him to roam through your mouth.

It had been a few days since you cooperated with their demands, and now the men were slowly loosening their guard with you, so just keep at it…

Bucky had been the only skeptic, though you couldn’t blame him considering your previous attempt to escape in his hold. But he was coming around, relaxing a bit more around you like the other two. It was not without work though, letting the men reestablish their trust with you.

They liked you on your knees as you soon came to find. An obedient omega was one that eagerly tended to her alpha’s needs and pleasures without request. And you now had to work for your meals through it.

Steve said that learning the pattern until it was second nature was key, and unfortunately one of their primary goals for their ‘defective little omega’.

But you’d been able to earn some of your freedom again, the chain around your neck had long since been removed along with your other restraints. They had even rewarded you with a thicker blanket as the autumn weather grew colder, but that was far less of what you hoped.

Nothing would persuade the men to let you out of the room they’ve holed you in. It seemed they were intent to keep you in your furnished cage until you conceived. You couldn’t understand their logic. Was it not already enough that they were three against one?

The question alone made you wonder if these men actually thought you had the chance of escaping. Surely, they couldn’t see through what little of a plan you had for yourself. Regardless, it seemed like they wouldn’t be taking any chances, and neither would you.

Your escape heavily relied on timing, waiting for the perfect moment when the men’s anger and jealousy amongst one another would rise again and allow you to flee in the midst of it all. You could only formulate your options and take mental notes in the meantime.

The door to your room, you soon found, would be locked unless there was another alpha with you. Though you would still check at night when the men were asleep, hopeful that one of them would lower their guard enough that they would forget to lock it. But they’ve been consistent, and you blamed yourself for believing that they would have already would have eased their guard to you as much as you hoped.

Of course, they wouldn’t. Not with the stunt you pulled on Bucky last time, being left with a ceramic to makeshift your weapon. The cut on your hand from that incident only recently healed, surprisingly quicker than you expected.

What would they have imagined if you used that precious moment to use the blade on yourself...

Thor had resumed position again, locking his hands in place on either side of your head as he hovered over you. You met his eye momentarily before closing them, willing yourself away from moving your gaze any lower.

He wanted you to look, to stare down at his erect cock between the two of you.

“Does it frighten you,” his whisper chilled over your face, “to know what you do to me?”

You shifted your face away when his nose feathered over yours until his lips hovered over your ear.

“Then you shall feel it.”

Your body jolted at the swift glide of his cock entering you; your arms glued to your sides amidst his first thrust, hips connected as your fingers bundled up the towel and mattress sheets below you.

The sudden need overtook you as you inflated your lungs with chasmic breaths as he worked his girth inside of you, experimentally grinding his hips to loosen your channel.

Under closed eyes, you could still feel the radiance of the alpha’s presence above you, surrounded in the heat and his dark shadow as his cock pulled out.

He thrusted again, hard, and the cry that burst from your mouth almost bled your ears as your hands reached up and braced themselves along his wrists.

What was he doing?

Your eyes locked to his straight away, the alpha only meeting you with a fierce intensity.

He flicked his hips out and into you again, and your fingers only clenched tighter around his wrists at the sides of your head.

The word was tempted to escape your mouth in a mutter in remembrance of Thor’s earlier words had you not bitten your tongue first as the alpha forcefully stuffed his length back into you.

Liar…

Had he not promised to be gentle only moments before? Of course, he had, but it should come as no surprise to you that these men were nothing but filthy creatures.

They didn’t care about you. No matter what they said, you could see through them. And it was becoming more obvious now as the men were finally reaching the end of their patience. Their voices a little harsher, and their touches a little rougher: whatever promise they made to you, they would easily let it crumble by their own primal desire.

Animals…

You sobbed at a brutal thrust, the tip of his penis bumping against your cervix. He partially pulled out, shaft stroking you before shoving himself back within. You held your breath at the impact.

“Thor—”

“Alpha.” He thrusted again, moving with the force of his whole body, shoving against you.

“Alpha!” you screamed, bracing yourself when his cock glided out and shoved itself into you again, Thor’s weight pushing your body upwards. “Enough! Please!”

He did not cease, only grunting as his movements increased with rigor. And even through your vision, blurring further and further in the collection of tears, his blackened eyes could be seen.

There would be no convincing this monster.

His hips swung down on you harder, and you arched your head back at the slapping of your bodies. Your increased slick was a blessing in the moment, easing the passage of the alpha’s cock through your warm, fleshy walls as his cock hammered into you.

Your nails dug into his wrists as you continued to brace yourself, but it did little as the alpha’s momentum continued to shove against your body.

“Any day—any moment—” he thrusted into you again, “one of us will knot you, and I cannot let it be them.”

You whimpered, crossing your legs over Thor’s waist to brace yourself even more when he would not relent.

“You will be bred and filled with my seed—my children.”

The words barely registered before his cock stuffed you again, the force alone pushing your body off from the towel below you both, and your nails dug into his wrists.

“I want you to beg for my knot.”

You shook your head and cried, but his response was an immediate slap to your thigh, the blistering sting yipping out of your mouth as another unwavering swing of his hips pounded down against yours. He seethed.

“I said beg.”

When his cock would not budge from your warmth, you snuffled your tears and relented.

“Fill—” you hiccupped, “knot me, my—my alpha.”

He plowed deep into you then, and your legs braced themselves tight around his waist while you continued clutching his wrists. His husky breath fanned over you.

“Again.”

“Give me—” you grunted, “give me your knot.”

His hips rushed into you again, and you winced on impact.

His thrusts were becoming more uncontrolled, the man above you using the whole weight of his body to plow your abused hole, practically swinging himself into you.

“Again!”

“Fill me! Please!” you sobbed, “Let your knot take so I can bear you your sons.”

The alpha rammed into you, your head tilting back as the force of his body pushed you to the edge of the bed.

He had also grabbed the edge of the mattress, nails dug into them in a vice grip while you held your own grasp on his wrist, bracing yourself with the pumping of his powerful hips. His rock-hard length gliding through your sloppy cunt, the wet slaps of his sack to your soaked ass creating a rhythmic clap you’d wish your ears would go deaf for.

It was not only the sound of a pleasured fucking, but the torture of humiliation knowing that your body had succumbed long ago to these men who dedicated their time to know it well, find all of its weaknesses and special spots, and force it far past its limit.

You sobbed when the base of his length finally began to swell, and you released a hand feebly from his wrist in favor of pushing against his stomach in an effort to thwart his uncontrolled thrusts.

A mistake, you realized, your body bouncing radically against the chaotic swinging of his hips, no longer fully braced to him and anchored in place, his growing knot creating more unruled movements as your bodies joined together and separated.

Thor hissed above you, the tip of his cock brushing fruitfully along your walls, and you groaned when he pushed his incomplete knot in with a hard thrust, both of you shivering in unison before the alpha pulled out and thrusted again.

The fierce swing of his hips pushed your body further, your neck completely tilted straight and exposed to him while your head hung over the edge of the mattress, unable to see anything more than the wooden walls at the side of your bed. Only the tuft of his short locks reached the corner of your vision with each thrust.

You growled, a particularly hard push of his hips as his knot continued to develop, struggling to push into your drenched folds.

Teeth suddenly found themselves at your neck, skimming over your skin in almost a threat. Or more likely in restraint…

“Let me bite you again,” he said, in a low, hoarse voice, “and we’ll finally bond, our mating complete by your taking of my knot.”

You cried when his said knot pushed in again in a rough, jagged thrust, your walls clinging to the fat base before he roughly pulled out again with a wet pop.

No, he wasn’t ready yet. There was still room for his knot to grow.

His lips and teeth roamed over your scar once again, his old mark taunting him to freshen the bite. And your squirming did nothing but rile him when he lined his teeth over the old markings, holding himself steady while his cock continued to pound into you.

A warm scent suddenly caught your nose, and you braced your hands over his shoulder, forcing him back.

“Don’t you dare fucking bite me again!” You kicked your legs out at his sides feebly. “No—"

The alpha suddenly grunted when masculine fingers tangled themselves in his short locks before fisting them into its grasp, pulling the alpha away from your neck.

Thor’s eyes dissipated; the dark abyss of his dilated pupils vanished by the man off guard.

You bit your lips, ceasing the moan from sounding as your body shuddered, your head hanging from the edge of the bed overwhelmed by the clothed front of another blond alpha.

“We were supposed to switch an hour ago.” His growl was obvious.

Thor, still held by his hair, smiled at the other alpha with a cocky grin. “We would have ended an hour ago. Maybe sooner if I had your stamina.”

Steve released Thor, not without shoving the other alpha away in annoyance. Thor lifted himself, only after adjusting part of his cock inside you, his knot kissing you at your lips.

“Funny. all that stamina and no self-control. An alpha like you should consider learning restraint.”

“Why would I need restraint,” Thor sneered, “when my omega is so willing to me?”

Steve’s chuckle was unexpected, and Thor clutched your hips protectively as the other alpha lifted his brow.

“You?” His eyes cast downwards, and Thor followed him until stopping at what he saw.

Steve had strategically placed himself in front of you amongst their fight, your face crowded by his clothed groin rubbing against you. It only took moments before your nostrils became saturated in his musk; your nose pressed against the concentration of his raw scent.

No… Fuck no…

Your trembling hands had released Thor a while ago in favor of holding off the other alpha, pushing his hips back with vain attempt to ward him away, but Steve only pressed himself further against you.

Bones rattled from within you, your body overtaken by the warm, bourbon vanilla and the light incandescent wood. Steve’s scent knew no bounds with you, the sweet, warm aroma evolving and dissolving itself into your hindbrain as the pure necessity for your survival.

“God, no.” You shoved at him. “Get away!”

He tsked his tongue above you, hand roaming to the back of your head before another went to the elastic of his waist.

“That’s not how we welcome our alpha, doll. You know the rules.” He pulled down the band of his pants, springing out his semi-hard cock and his sac, allowing them to humiliatingly grind against your cheeks and lips. “You know what to do. Just like we taught you.”

Your eyes rolled back, and you screamed behind clenched teeth before you could no longer resist. Lips parted, muscles you could not control opening your mouth wide and engulfing the cock in front of you.

Chills ran down your body at the alpha’s hum above you, praising you as his thumb caressed your jaw from where your body hung below him. His scrotum pressed against your face while you breathed him in from the underside of his cock, his pure scent clogging your mind.

Steve looked up to Thor while your tongue swirled and laved his length.

“Finish up with her so we can switch already.”

Thor stared at the other alpha, intent to growl at him for daring to command him of something, but he instead looked towards you, finding his precious omega quivering below.

A decent length of his cock was still nestled within you, and your pulsating walls massaged and clung to him while your hips grounded against his knot, coating it in your slick. In the meanwhile, your hands trembled around Steve’s waist, a part of their little, resilient omega still present in the room while you gulped the large cock in your mouth, Thor’s eyes wandering to your filled throat, where the obvious muscles flexed and swallowed the alpha’s shaft.

“You’ll risk another alpha breeding our precious omega in front of you? Don’t doubt that I won’t.”

He grabbed your thighs, wrapping them around his waist before plunging inside you again. Your body jolted, pushing against Steve as more of his cock filled your throat. You nearly gagged, sputtering as Steve braced himself, a rough hand palming your breast before his fingers tweaked and tugged your nipple.

“That’s it,” he hissed, “atta girl. Suck on my cock just like that.”

You clutched Thor’s hips tighter, moaning when he pulled his knot back out. It still wasn’t ready yet. He needed more friction for his knot to swell. To keep feeling you fluttering around him…

He thrusted again, your singing voice reaching both alphas while Thor stretched you around his cock, repeating the motion another several times as your body shuffled between the alphas spit-roasting you, the cocks within you forced deeper all while your mind further sank into the abyss you wished not to believe.

Nails had gone as far as drawing blood from Steve’s hips, before the ecstasy and scents overcame you, arms falling back to the mattress while your orgasm spasmed through your plush, vaginal walls constricting around Thor until he could no longer force his knot within you.

You mewled, listening to the men’s hoarse breaths while your fingers caressed Steve’s hand at your breast.

You were completely lost, drunk from a more powerful, uncontrolled force, unable to even recollect your whereabouts.

“She won’t take,” Steve’s voice echoed above you, “so just give her to me already.”

A possession… An object: that’s all you really were.

“You really have no patience, have you?” Thor said, suddenly lifting your thighs above you, calves anchored at his shoulders. “At least let me mark her in the only way I can before I leave her to you so that she can remember me.”

The tip of his cock lined back with the entrance of your puckered hole, cock drenched in your slick, plentiful lubricant as he slowly forced himself within.

You whimpered below, shaking your hips fruitlessly while the alpha nestled himself further. Your fingers clutched Steve’s wrist for comfort, and he hadn’t missed the tears that wet your lashes.

“Shhh,” his voice whispered, rolling your breast in his palm, “close your eyes and take him like the obedient omega you are.” He listened to your cries hush silently, your resilient mind once again surrendering as you submissively sucked his cock in your mouth, your moans soft and subtle.

Thor pushed himself further, your legs shivering in his intrusion before his knot reached the entrance. He grounded himself, listening to the soft cues of your pliant body before grasping your waist and slowly forcing you on his knot.

Your whines vibrated over Steve’s length, gifting him with a sudden wave of sweat and shudders as he pressed his cock deeper into your hot mouth, feeling your tongue lavish his head.

You jolted over the mattress once Thor pushed his knot in, the massive swell at the base of his cock gradually stretching your asshole wider until finally thrusting the rest of himself in, locking his knot inside of you and groaning.

“Fuck,” he seethed, rutting himself against your hips as his hot sperm flooded you, “I’ll never get sick and tired of plugging that tight little ass.” His callous hands reached down and caressed your lower belly before giving it a firm patting. “Gonna fill you up real good now.”

His words cut you through some of your daze, an unforeseen strength riling you once again as you wiggled your hips away from the other alpha, feebly bending one of your legs to push at his chest.

Though what occurred was nothing more than the vain struggles of your labor, Thor’s hips latched to yours, giving you nowhere to move without him right beside, his knot locked and sealed as the alpha continued coming within you.

You sputtered around Steve’s cock, pulling away with a single hand before he shoved you back to the base, forcing his scent upon you once again. One more whiff of the pure alpha pheromones and you shuddered, returning back to obediently swallowing the throbbing penis in your mouth while your muscles clenched over Thor’s knot, milking him of all his seed.

“See how easy it is to be a well-trained omega?” Steve sighed, grinding himself over your face, “feels good, doesn’t it?”

You whined meekly, giving him the answer to his question before another wave of thick, plentiful, hot sperm flooded your hole, warming your core while chills evaporated from your limbs.

Just how much cum did these men have?

Your hips wiggled again, Thor’s stiff cock stroking the sensitive walls of your ass while the two of you remained locked for another several minutes before Thor’s knot finally shrunk down, his cock popping out from your hole, wet and sloppy, followed by the slow trail of his thick cum.

The two alphas looked below at you, Steve slipping his cock out from your mouth once when witnessing the utter exhaustion running your form, surely from the combination of pheromones and rigorous exercise put between both men.

Thor straightened himself, gently moving your legs to one side before scooping up the upper half of your body, dragging your head back to the pillows upon the head of the bed.

Steve tucked himself back into his sweats.

“Leave her to me, I’ll take care of her.”

Thor’s ear perked, but he didn’t acknowledge the man beyond that, taking note to shuffle their sleeping omega beneath the thick blankets.

“Why? You’ve had your fun with her. Leave her be.”

Steve gnawed his lip. “That isn’t how it’s supposed to be. You’ve had your chance with her, now leave.”

Thor soon reached the edge of the bed after tucking in the resting omega, grabbing his pants from the floor before hoisting up his legs. His back at Steve.

“Mate her all you want.” He reached down for a grey shirt before pulling it over himself. “You won’t be able to knot her.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Though Steve likely already knew…

Thor didn’t answer him though, aware himself that the alpha could interpret his words. He made to leave, already at the door by the time Steve could no longer hold it.

“Bruce wouldn’t have sent me on this mission if he didn’t think I could mate with her. I know you’ve seen the way my pheromones affect her. Don’t think to question my abilities as an al—”

The door slammed behind him before the alpha could say anything more.

Steve stared at the door for some time, hovering over your form like a lion ready to pounce to protect its mate. Should Thor return to the room any time soon, Steve wouldn’t be able to hold himself back from ripping the alpha apart with his teeth and hands.

He would mate you, even if it’s the last thing he’d do.

He had made that promise to you before, letting his omega know early on who would be the one to claim her.

Yes, they’d been sent on this mission to find an omega within this universe, probably one of the last omegas to exist.

Back when the infinity stones finally completed the gauntlet, they expected half of all living beings to disappear from the universe. It was supposed to be random chance who would be subjected to the stones judgement, but when the gauntlet finally snapped, what had been left was a universe without any living existence of omegas at all.

And it didn’t take long for the world to fall into chaos immediately after, alphas left without their mates to fall into a mania that would force the rest of the world to suffer through their widespread destruction.

Though when the Avengers finally reversed the effects of the blip, it left irreversible damage, those who were once omegas, returning back not as themselves but as betas. And while some few were grateful of their mate’s return, many alphas could no longer return to their old mates, the sacred compatibility between the alpha and omega lost permanently.

And thus, the havoc did not cease, but along with that, the birth rate began rapidly dropping, declining drastically, betas and alphas unable to produce children at the rate as omegas. It wouldn’t be enough, and if it continued, the lasting effects of the stones would no doubt shrink the world population to less than half its size just as intended.

No, never.

Steve shook his head violently, denying the possibility to himself again and again before he dawned his eyes upon you, his sleeping beauty, gone unconscious once more after another session of copulating and pleasing your alphas.

You were learning well. Though he could still feel some resistance in you, the alpha could see the efforts you were slowly making in accepting your place with them. It wouldn’t be long before you would take.

At the reminisce of you, Steve moved closer upon the bed, lining his head behind yours, pressing himself to your back before curling his body inwards. Your unconscious body moved with him until you both curled into a fetal position when his arms finally snaked around and entangled you in his embrace.

He was immediately welcomed by your scent, Steve stuffing his face against you like a cloud meant to suffocate him. Even in your sleep, your pheromones pushed to haze his mind like a drunk addict.

Slowing his breaths did not help him as the alpha’s lips and teeth roamed over your skin. Could he get away with a nip behind your ear without the other alphas seeing? Bucky would surely notice your pheromones change before the others would, but would he doubt himself if he couldn’t find the bite? There weren’t many places to hide a bite on your naked body without the other men noticing, but it entertained Steve regardless.

Though he closed his lips in favor of massaging your breast, weighing it in his palm before tweaking your nipple. How he’d long for the moment when they’d swell for his pups. Large mounds of nutrient-rich milk for his strong sons and healthy daughters. He would eagerly wait to drink from them and savor your sweet taste.

He tugged your nipple again, a part of him enjoying how compliant your body was unaware like this, easily allowing him to do what he pleased instead of listening to your pleas or pushes to stop.

Steve would exhaust you long after you birthed many children for him. And though he would have you spend your days in the home and in the kitchen taking care of his younglings, when night draws, your place would be warming his bed, getting fucked again and again until your belly bloated with all the cum he would give you, whether you were ready for it or not.

His hand dripped lower, giving a single caress, long and slow down your stomach before slipping between your pressed thighs, hot and damp from your sweat and cum. And he couldn’t stop his fingers from pushing into your heat, welcomed by your soaked walls as your abused pussy warmed his digits.

A soft sigh left your lips, but your body ceased to react outside of anything more than that when Steve pushed in a third finger.

Had they really exhausted you that much? Steve could have sworn your body was lifeless if not for your breaths, the slow rise of your chest and naked breasts completely tantalizing the man to kiss and nip them when he propped himself up by the elbow.

“Shall I fuck you while you sleep, my darling?” he whispered, letting the words taunt you in your unconscious. He plunged his fingers deeper, grunting when your body shoved back into him from his aggressive force. “Let me fill up this pussy nice and good for you my sweet omega.”

He curled his fingers before stretching them outwards, letting them stroke your hypersensitive walls before thrusting them into you again welcomed by a new wave of heat around his fingers.

He chuckled to himself. “You’re obsessed for it, aren’t you? To feel your alpha strain that pretty, little pussy? Work you up until—”

The smell of blood reached his nose, and the alpha stilled instantly.

“Bucky!”

The alpha stood up immediately, pulling his hand out from your core, turning his sleeping omega before the other alpha barged through the door. “Do you smell that?” He lifted your limp arms before setting them down.

Had you cut yourself? Had Thor bitten you again somewhere he couldn’t see?

“Steve.”

At his name, the alpha turned to Bucky, finding the other man pointing past him. He turned back to the direction his friend gazed at, stopping at the sight of his hand.

His fingers, which had just seconds before pleasured your wet heat, faced him with the thin lining of blood along his digits…

Your blood.

Your plan was finally becoming fruitful, the tension between Steve and Thor rising yet they’ve been able to hide it from Bucky. But though they could hide their obvious resentment in front of the other alpha, it didn’t pass him some of the many, small and subtle purple bruises over your skin.

They’ve been manhandling you like a tug-of-war battle. Arms and ankles decorated with their aggressive touches.

“You need to be more careful with her,” he would tell the other alphas.

“And you need to learn to discipline her better,” Steve would say. Though he wasn’t wrong.

You hadn’t wished to say it, but Bucky was the gentler of the three—at least most of the time—his method of getting you to take more focused on receiving pleasure rather than solely conditioning you to give it. That’s not to say the other alphas wouldn’t hesitate to force upon you countless orgasms and sexual release against your will. But it varied between them all. Not in the sense that you wanted to be with any one of them. You’d damn them all to flames.

No matter what they did to drug your senses, to pleasure you until your body was quaking in overstimulation, to reward you with sweet words or items, you would always know what these men were above all else.

Deranged, despicable creatures…

You screamed and clawed the air, shielding your face when another wave of ice, cold water sprayed and drenched your naked form.

“Raahhh—”

“Enough,” Bucky growled, shoving your head lower into the tub from where he grasped you upon the back of your neck. “Keep struggling and it will only last longer.”

Your hands latched onto his wrist, bracing yourself as the freezing water continued to douse you, and you held your breath.

Bucky was beginning to lose his patience as well amongst the alphas as well, taking after Steve as of late to discipline you some when you started bleeding this week.

Omegas weren’t supposed to bleed, they said. Only betas were supposed to menstruate…

Omegas, alphas, and betas… Omegas, alphas and betas!

You couldn’t stand it.

“Steve,” you said, water sputtering from your lips, “I want Steve instead.”

Though Bucky remained silent to your demands, letting the water saturate your hair, before refusing; “you don’t get to choose which alpha you’re with. That’s not your choice.”

An almost animalistic gnarl brushed past your clenched teeth while Bucky kept your head down.

Calm down… Don’t let him get to you after coming this far.

Your teeth nearly cracked at the tightening pressure of your jaw, the frigid water pelting your skin until Bucky lowered the shower wand to the tub, washing down the drain with the slight blood that spilled from your womb. You released his wrist when he finally released your neck, your hands bracing yourself steadily.

The alpha in the meantime had sat himself down at the edge of the tub, rolling the cuffs of his pants to his knees before swinging one leg inside with you.

“I can wash myself.”

“No, you can’t,” he said, pulling you back closer to him before grabbing the shampoo bottle on the floor, “You’re menstruating, and it’s harder to smell your pheromones. I can always smell the other alphas on you.” He poured the shampoo into his hand before you began pushing at him.

“Don’t put that on me!”

“Is that why you still smell of them then? You should be washing yourself properly.”

“With no conditioner?” you scoffed, shaking yourself out from his grasp when his hand clung to your shoulder, “my hair will dry out.”

Bucky suddenly leaned into your ear, and you froze at his whisper; “oh, so my omega wants to keep her hair shiny and pretty for her alphas, does she?”

You ceased your struggling immediately, a purr rumbling deep in Bucky’s chest at your resignation, allowing himself to lather the shampoo in his palms before going to scrub your head.

“That’s what I thought,” he chuckled.

You did your best not to bite your tongue…

“Your soaps are all unscented,” you muttered, “maybe that’s why you can’t get their smell off.”

He only continued laving your hair with suds, massaging his fingers into your scalp. Occasionally, his fingers wiped your forehead at your hairline, preventing the shampoo from running down before it reached your eyes.

“They’re unscented so that it doesn’t mask your scent.”

You crossed your arms, brushing away the gooseflesh that pebbled your skin. Lips pouted.

“And what do I smell like, alpha?”

You felt his fingers hesitate on your head for a moment until he resumed scrubbing your scalp again.

“I said what do I—”

You screamed when the frozen water poured over your head again, the soapy bubbles running down your head and body. The freezing pain caused you to thrash in the tub, splashing the cold water back to the alpha.

“Hold still.”

He listened to you howl before handing the shower wand back to you, leaning over and adjusting the heat of the water. It silenced you immediately as your chest bloomed in the pouring of hot water. You held it closer to yourself.

He resumed washing you again, though this time you chose not to fight him.

Bucky intended to get you into the tub earlier. He wanted to get a better view of the subtle bruising that was growing more noticeable across your skin, but the way you posed yourself to him was almost eerily cautious, nothing similar to your behavior around Thor and Steve…

He punished you before with good reason. When you attempted to attack him, he was sure to let you fully know the consequence of deceiving him. That said, it’d been a while since, and you had yet to give him reason to punish you again.

There was a hand towel that Bucky kept by him, and once he finally washed the shampoo and conditioner out from you, did he grab for it with the shower wand, letting the fluffy material soak under water before handing the removable shower head back to you.

You shivered when he wrung the cloth out, traces of the warm water dripping over your back.

He lathered it with soap, rubbing the wet cloth quickly to make it foam.

You clung to the hot shower head, slouching.

“Hold still,” he whispered again, grabbing your arm gently before scrubbing your skin with the washcloth, using that moment to look under your arm for the swelling and purple marks that littered your form.

You obeyed, content to rest your eyes as the alpha did as he pleased. It was no use fighting anyway…

“You don’t smell like anything.”

You turned your ear, eyes meeting up to him.

“I can smell other alphas,” he said, rubbing the cloth along your back, “but they don’t smell like what you think—not like what you smell.” The washcloth ceased its pattern on your back, soap suds sinking over your skin and to the tub.

You should have jumped when Bucky leaned in, his gaze almost challenging yours though you found yourself tempted to accept it, matching his soul-seeking stare with your own.

You knew who these men were. You knew what lengths they’ve gone.

They wouldn’t get away with it…

“What do you smell then?”

He searched for you as he spoke, eyes wandering across your features; “they smell foul… sour.” He shrugged his shoulders. “Rotten—everything smells rotten.”

“And me?”

You held his eyes, but Bucky suddenly leaned away, returning once again to scrubbing your back. Though you waited for him to speak, not a single sound came out of him.

It didn’t matter to you though. Whether they answered your questions or didn’t, it made no difference to your predicament. They could call you an omega—they could call you anything they wanted.

You were still their prisoner…

You turned your head back in place, allowing your mind to further sink into itself while Bucky washed the soap out of you.

The rest of your bath went by quietly, the alpha scrubbing your skin raw from all the scents that had absorbed through your pores. You’d almost say he’d grown angry at the ordeal, but your eyes caught his hard-on within his pants as the room permeated in your aroma. Though it didn’t seem to prompt any advancements from him, the alpha remaining to himself as he cleaned you, hands lingering no more than necessary as they ventured over your naked form.

When the two of you finished, Bucky allowed you to slip into the covers of the bed for warmth giving the much-needed mercy of solitude as he left the room.

You would have been grateful for it if his sudden change in demeanor didn’t irk you. Was it regarding what you two were discussing before? Or was Bucky seeing through your plan?

Your heart quickened.

The sheets suddenly turned cold above you, your limbs still for a while cut short before you tossed the covers. You made towards the exit.

“Bucky?” You slammed the wooden door with your palm. “Alpha!”

Your hands beat at the wood again and again, though no response came through the other side.

If they figured you out now, there would be no hope for you again.

You couldn’t slip… You just couldn’t afford to risk it anymore.

“Please,” you whimpered, your body burdened by weight before sliding down to the floor until your knees hit the floorboards leaving you to sob in your own misery.

“So, are we just leaving her to cry then? She’s calling to us.” Thor turned to Steve but received no answer before pointing his nose at Bucky.

The blond alpha had seen him come back from the room almost abruptly, swiping his hand over his face before plopping himself onto the sofa, staring down into the flames of the hearth at his peripheral.

They had been collecting wood for quite some time to prepare for the coming winter. The nights were getting colder, and they would need to stock up on more food to survive through it.

The cabin was well insulated for blizzards, and the alphas survived through it in the years before, but this would be the first year with you, an omega surely in need of more warmth than them. Warmth for your toes and the little toes of your young.

“You did not mate with her.” An obvious statement. He could not smell her pheromones on him, nor did Bucky show any other signs of mating.

Bucky continued to stare at the fire, golden fire dancing across his eyes.

“How could I? She’s still bleeding.”

“Leave her,” Steve interjected, the man seated back at the table. The alpha would usually frequent one of the many chairs when he required the moment to contemplate, his fingers intertwined over the surface, a makeshift perch for his chin as his gaze pierced the door, the alpha yet to remove his attention from it for near half the night. “She needs to learn to beg—to crave for her alphas.”

“Why?” Thor turned to the other man. “What reason does it matter now? She’s bleeding.” He nearly went to slam his fist down on the table but stopped himself, pacing back before returning his attention to the other alphas. “It’s confirmed. There’s nothing that can be done.”

Steve’s eye, for the first time since broke away from the door, glowering at the blond.

“Don’t—”

“—She’s a beta. That’s all she ever was.” It was Thor now who caught Steve in his eyes, the two alphas locked in a silent battle before both simultaneously pulled away, Thor eventually making his way to the living area.

He plopped himself down on the armchair across from Bucky, joining the other alpha in staring into the fire, the room soon engulfed in silence as the burning wood popped and cracked under the flames. The crackling song of logs and splinters broke apart, singing in the room.

“Stephen said there was something strange about this universe. That the presence of an omega was slim but there. He sensed it,” Steve said, returning his gaze back to the door. “It’s a miracle we found her at all. Someone who smells like an omega, who affects alphas the way an omega does.”

Bucky watched the fire glow.

“There’s a reason he sent all of us here.” At that, the two other alphas waited with perked ears for his response, the brunet pinching his lip between his thumb and finger. “I’m sure he knew the complications of what we would find.”

Thor arched a brow, staring at Bucky.

“And what is that?”

Bucky paused for a moment before responding.

“It’s been said that some betas have converted to omegas before, and with all the signs of an omega she already has—”

“Converting a beta to an omega isn’t possible!” Thor shouted, cutting off the other alpha before he could continue. “It’s one thing to condition an omega to express her traits, but converting a beta to an omega is not possible.”

Bucky hesitated when Thor interrupted him, stunned that he did so in such aggression. He turned from the fire to address the man, but Thor got to him first.

“Nothing can convert a beta to an omega. An omega must fall into heat. Even omegas on suppressants can regain their heat in a month or so, but they don’t bleed. The few instances of betas converting to omegas barely occur more than once a lifetime for them to be nothing but fakes,” Thor scoffed, “don’t you think if we could have converted betas, that we would have solved this problem in our own universe?”

“And Stephen wouldn’t have transported us here if he didn’t think that was possible.” It was Steve now, breaking away from the door and from his chair to march up to the other two alphas, holding his finger to Thor. “Are you willingly admitting that we can’t change her? That all of our effort was for nothing?”

Thor scoffed before standing from his chair.

“A smart alpha knows when to quit. You’re wasting your time with her.”

“She’s an omega!” It was Steve now who was agitated, sharp teeth bared at the other alpha as he growled; “she is useless to us as a beta!”

“And why should I care? That doesn’t matter to me.” The alpha stepped away from his chair and closer to the door. “I’ll take her as she is.”

Steve saw it and inched his foot closer.

“That’s not the mission, Thor.”

“And why should that matter to you? You want an omega. I want her.”

That perked Bucky away from his thoughts, the man soon standing with the other alphas as Thor finally made his way by the door.

“Thor—”

The blond alpha pushed through the door before another word could be said, ending the fight before he was immediately met with your tear-soaked face.

You gazed up at him on your knees, clinging to his pants when he entered. He watched you press your face into his pants, crying out sorries and pleas to forgive you.

Had you heard them?

Thor bent forward, shushing your cries as he calmed you, likely afraid that you would be punished for something outside of your control. It did nothing to ease you, though it surprised him when he witnessed your trembling fingers hovering upwards. Your soft sobs continued as your knees shuffled forward, your hands grasping at his waistband before unbuttoning him with shaky fingers.

A breathless sigh left him when his cock sprung free, watching as you immediately went to hold him in your mouth.

The perfect mate.

His mate…

“It’s alright, my love. You’re safe with me.”