Page 58 of The Night Movers: Season One

Ridley didn’t know what time it was. Day or night.

Morning or afternoon. The room was still as dark as when he fell asleep.

It was so pitch black that when Ridley opened his eyes, his heart rate skyrocketed, his sleep-fogged brain thinking he’d lost his sight.

It took a moment for him to get his bearings, for his brain to come fully back online.

When it did, he realized several things at once.

The air was thick with the scent of sex and cum and alpha pheromones.

Steele was grunting in his ear, breath hot on his neck as he fucked Ridley like he was his new favorite toy.

Ridley had fallen asleep with Steele’s body curved around him, his knot heavy inside him.

Now, he had woken up the same way. One of his arms lay beneath Ridley’s head, the other on his belly.

Ridley was sore everywhere, every muscle screaming for relief.

His thighs stung from alpha scruff dragging across them, his skin burning where his alphas had bit him while they used him.

He couldn’t even feel his dick anymore. But he could feel Steele’s hard length splitting him open, every thrust causing this pleasure/pain sensation that had tears forming in his eyes as he bit his lip to keep quiet.

Steele fucked him greedily, selfishly, like only his pleasure mattered.

The thought had Ridley’s insides throbbing with need.

How long had it been since he fell asleep?

Had Steele used him like this all night?

He felt so full. His breath hitched, his hand covering Steele’s where it lay on his swollen belly.

“Welcome back, Strawberry,” Steele whispered, teeth clamping on his earlobe as he quickened his pace.

Ridley cried out, but that only seemed to excite the alpha more, making him quicken his pace, biting down hard, his knot punching past Ridley’s tender rim.

He should have tried to escape, but he sank back against him, trying to get him deeper.

Ridley’s mouth fell open on a silent scream as Steele slightly adjusted his angle and started pummeling Ridley’s abused prostate.

The alpha’s only acknowledgement of Ridley’s pain was to nuzzle his neck, then lick over the fresh wound on his shoulder. When had that even happened? Had he slept through the whole thing?

“Lift your leg, pretty baby. I know you want this last load to take,” Steele purred, voice stroking over his nerves and making him shiver.

Ridley’s legs felt like cement, but it didn’t matter.

Steele’s hand slid from his belly to catch under his knee, pushing his top leg higher. “Good boy. Just like that.”

Ridley made a strangled sound as Steele’s next thrust felt like he really was in his core, like he really wanted to give him pups. The thought had him giving an almost animalistic whine. His omega preened at the idea, forcing his hips back so the angle was right for breeding.

“Oh, you like that, don’t you? Our little omega has a breeding kink. Wants to be fucked full. You want my baby, Strawberry? Wanna feel your belly all heavy and your tits full of milk?”

Ridley’s cock was trying to harden, but he had nothing left. That didn’t stop his hole from gushing slick. His pathetic omega whined in desperation, trying to work his hips back on Steele’s knot. Steele’s firm grip kept him right where he wanted him.

“Please…”

“Please what? Please breed you? Please fuck you? Do you know how many times I’ve come inside you tonight? And every time, you were as desperate and fucked out as you are right now. You’d cry and beg, even in your sleep. Promised me anything I wanted if I would just pup you.”

He bit down on Ridley’s shoulder then his jaw as he pushed Ridley until he was almost on his belly, leg still up like he was sleeping, Steele’s form heavy as he braced his arms on either side of Ridley’s head, hips snapping, grunting with the effort of forcing his knot past Ridley’s rim.

“Alpha…” Ridley slurred, clouds of cotton candy forming in his brain. “I…”

He couldn’t think. His instincts were taking over. His omega was drowning out Ridley’s rational side until all he could do was agree with whatever filth came from Steele’s lips.

He pressed Ridley’s hand to his belly. “Feel. You’re fucked so full you can’t even feel my cock inside you anymore, can you?

How many more times could I use you before I’m just fucking it back out of you with every thrust?

Can you hear how wet you are? How sloppy and loose you are.

I should go get the others and make you present for them.

Show them what a dirty little fucking whore you really are. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?

“Yes…yes, Alpha. Whatever you want. I’ll do anything. I just want your knot. I just need your knot,” Ridley babbled.

“This turned on and you can’t even get it up anymore,” Steele taunted, snapping his hips harder and faster, deliberately forcing his knot past Ridley’s entrance, knowing that if he wasn’t so fucked out, they would be tied together already.

“You’ve come crying on my knot four times in your sleep. The last one, you just shook apart in my arms. There was nothing left in you,” he marveled.

Ridley’s blood was boiling, his brain a desperate cloud of want, fingers digging into the sheets below as tears dripped down his cheeks. His quiet sobs didn’t slow Steele down. If anything, they only spurred him on.

“I would doze off and wake up to your slutty little cunt fucking back on my knot, hear you whining in your sleep for me to fuck you, to pup you. Your omega is an even bigger whore than you. It’s sexy as hell.”

Ridley’s skin flushed, his whole body damp with sweat and who knew what else.

Steele was right, though. He was fucked out.

Every time Steele bottomed out inside him, the sound of cum and slick gushing from Ridley’s well-used hole had him burying his face deeper into the sheets.

The sounds were obscene, skin slapping, Steele panting, Ridley crying.

“They’ll be smelling me inside you for a month,” Steele promised, pushing his knot in with effort before dragging it out, pulling a pained cry from Ridley’s lips. “You can take it, Strawberry.”

“Hurts,” Ridley whispered.

Steele nuzzled his nose into Ridley’s neck, breaths hot as he rasped, “I’m almost there, pretty baby. Just hang in there one more minute. You don’t want me to waste it, do you?”

Ridley shook his head, too far past words, just sobbing into the mattress as Steele used him hard. His fingers tightened painfully on Ridley’s tender flesh as his knot finally caught, locking them together. Ridley clenched down on it instinctively, dragging a growl from Steele as he came once more.

Ridley’s whole body was shaking. Steele’s hips twitched, and he groaned in pleasure every time Ridley squeezed around him.

Ridley didn’t move…he couldn’t move…his whole body fatigued in a way he could never explain to an outsider.

After a moment, Steele gently set Ridley’s leg onto the mattress, pressing wet kisses to his throat.

As the fog cleared, he realized Steele was once more stroking his swollen abdomen. Ridley turned his head, pressing his ear to Steele’s bare chest, letting his heartbeat regulate his own. It was soothing, his eyelids heavy even though his thoughts were racing.

“You okay, Strawberry?”

Ridley pouted in the darkness. What happened to calling him pretty baby?

“Not gonna talk to me now? Did I hurt you? Did I hurt your feelings?” he asked, sounding somewhere between concerned and amused, something Ridley hadn’t thought possible.

“You know you did. You also know I liked it,” Ridley said. “But you’re really pushing the boundaries of my birth control. I feel like my stomach is gonna explode.”

“Sorry,” he muttered, not sounding sorry at all, really. “I think my rut is coming soon. Probably thanks to having an omega in the house day and night.”

Ridley’s pulse quickened, his breath stuttering as he released it. “I-I can help you with that,” he said, then corrected himself. “Obviously, I can. I meant I will. I will help you if you want me to. That’s…kind of why I’m here.”

“You’re here because you make Titus weak. You make us all weak,” Steele shot back without missing a beat.

Pain and sadness lanced through Ridley’s heart. “Do you really think that?”

“Yes!” he snapped, before sheepishly following it up with, “No. Fuck, I don’t know.

I haven’t been sure of a single fucking thing since you bulldozed your way into our lives.

You shouldn’t ask me questions right now, Strawberry.

If I’m in pre-rut, I’m gonna be way too honest and I’m gonna hurt your feelings. ”

“You could just, I don’t know, not hurt my feelings,” Ridley said, elbowing the alpha in the ribs.

Steele shifted positions slightly. Ridley cried out, Steele’s knot tugging on him from the inside. Steele kissed behind his ear almost like an apology, then moved away like the action embarrassed him.

Silence stretched between them while Ridley contemplated Steele’s accusation. Finally, he said, “Not to point fingers, but you guys kidnapped me,” Ridley reminded him. “I’m the victim here.”

Steele snorted. “You’ve never been a victim a day in your life, Strawberry.

There’s not a single situation you’ve found yourself in that you didn’t orchestrate yourself.

You’re a schemer. You scheme,” he said accusingly.

“You never cower. You attack first and hit hard. You have the ego of an alpha.” He pulled Ridley back onto his cock, making him moan.

“The only omega thing about you is this greedy little hole that’s never full enough to satisfy you. ”