Page 148 of Broken Bonds

Mal is…well, he’s gone. I’ve seen and helped with my fair share of mating heats over the years, and even a few first heats, but I’ve never seen an omega like this so soon in their cycle. Usually, it builds over several hours, and they don’t lose their minds until after the fucking begins.

Shawn stands and walks around the frame and slowly rakes his fingernails down Mal’s back, down to his ass, where he digs them in and shakes him.

If Mal wasn’t securely strapped down to the frame, he would’ve likely gone through the ceiling.

“Is…is he okay?” I ask.

Shawn smirks. “He will be on the other side of this.” He slaps Mal’s ass, then pulls his ass cheeks apart and presses both thumbs in. “Oooh yeah, he’s definitely in heat. He’s slick. Practically dripping. He won’t need a drop of lube by the time you take him. But you should probably go in the bathroom and load yourself up, because if what I suspect will happen does, Jax won’t care if he’s going in dry when he fucks you after he lets me loose.”

“Oh, good point.” I walk over to the cabinet. “Why should I go into the bathroom?”

Another of Shawn’s trademark smirks. His thumbs are knuckle-deep in Mal’s ass. “Because again, I don’t know what you’re going to do. While I haven’t started my process yet, I cannot take you in a fair fight. Not to mention you might want clothes on while subduing Jax.”

“Good point.” I head to the bathroom and take care of that, returning a few minutes later. “How long until you get Jax over here?”

“I want to give Mal at least another twenty minutes. It’ll take Jax about twenty to get here.” He’s still massaging Mal’s ass.

Mal’s eyes are closed while he struggles to rock his hips in time with what Shaw’s doing.

“It should take less than thirty minutes for things to begin kicking in once I drink my mixes,” Shawn says. “So I’ll wait until we have Jax trussed up to do that.” He slaps Mal’s ass again. “That way, once we start running, hopefully I can keep up with Mal and still have enough sense left to divert Jax. But he needs to think I mean it when I tell him I’m going to fuck Mal before he does.”

“Do you really think he’ll believe it?”

“All I know is that I, above anyone else, know how to poke that bear. Eh, poke that wolf.” He walks around Mal and plays with his nipples again. A fine sheen of sweat covers Mal’s body, and I want to lick it off him.

Shawn appraises me. “You can start playing with him, touching him, but leave his cock alone and don’t stick your hand up his ass. You’re too good at making me come like that, so I’m guessing you probably can make him come like that, too.”

Finally, something to laugh about. “Can’t help it, I’m an overachiever.”

I walk over and, finally, can put my hands on my mate. I lick from his waist all the way up his back, to the nape of his neck, where I gently nibble. Then around to his right ear, where I nip the shell and let out a low rumble. “You’d better run fast, baby, if you want my cock in you first.”

He whines. The entire frame shakes as he thrashes against his restraints.

Shawn cups Mal’s chin in his hand. “I don’t know, Todd. Maybe I should claim -ack Alpha mate privileges and fuck him before you.”

Mal jerks his head away, but he can’t go far. Instead, he tries to turn his head to look at me.

“Good luck with that,” I tell him, trying to stay in character. “This pup is mine.”

“We’ll see about that,” Shawn says. “Maybe I will help Jax get him first.”

The wild energy vibrating off Mal simultaneously terrifies and awes me. I lean in and kiss Shawn, right in front of Mal, and he stretches, trying to take part in it.

So I kiss Mal, and I don’t risk trying to reach out to him mentally. Not that I think he’s even capable of comprehending, much less responding.

We tease and torment him as the puddle under him grows, both from pre-cum and from how wet he is that it’s dripping down the backs of his thighs and onto the floor.

Finally, Shawn nods to me. “Text Davis to get Jax heading over, and to tell the safety team to wrap up final prep and prepare to stage at base once Jax is inside.”

While I do that, Shawn walks over to the back door, the one leading out to where the hot tub is, and unlocks it so the guys who will help us keep Jax restrained can quietly enter while we distract him. Jax has the door code for the front door and will enter through that door.

The thick tow straps are positioned under the frame. Our helpers will swoop in and help us wrap them around Jax. Then they’ll hold the looped ends and put their full weight into it so there’s no slack. Jax won’t have any leverage to get free or shift when bound like that. And when Mal, Shawn, and I head outside to get started, we’ll leave that door open so that when they drop the straps and run, they’ll have time to get out of his way and behind one of the safety crew with a tranq gun well before he can free himself.

I’ve already practiced with the chain. I used a threaded link to make a small loop in one end to run the free end through, so it’s basically a chain lasso. I only need a second to drop it over his head and yank it tight around his arms, then Shawn and I can call for help to get Jax on the frame. And I have the cattle prod in easy reach in case we need the extra help to take him by surprise.

That’s if we’re lucky and everything goes according to plan.

I receive a text message from Davis a few minutes later.