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Ice returned the salute of the MPs standing outside the holding room; betas, but strong, intimidating, and armed well enough to deter even the most motivated alpha. Given how quickly the chatter spread about an omega outed in their ranks and the rightful interest in showing the omega its proper place, Ice expected they were carefully selected.
The MPs stepped aside without making further eye contact, and Ice entered the room they’d been guarding. He was immediately hit with the smell of distressed omega; the scent was sweet—almost cloyingly—and Ice made a mental note to test scent modifiers if Maverick got his way and the omega came home with them.
Even more powerful than the aroma, however, was the sight before him. The omega was restrained on a padded table, naked, in a near-perfect presenting position. Face down and ass up, its wrists were cuffed to his ankles, which were held a traditional two feet apart by a spreader bar. It was blindfolded and gagged, but Ice could still hear its plaintive whine at what Ice assumed was the scent of an unknown alpha. A thin sheen of sweat covered the omega’s golden skin, and minute tremors wracked his body.
Ice let his eyes roam appreciatively over its form, his cock stirring at the possibility of enjoying the omega. Perhaps a proper knot would help it calm down.
Maverick, who’d been watching silently while Ice took in the sight, walked across the room from where he’d been waiting for Ice to arrive. “He’s having a hard time settling.” Mav explained, “and no one else can knot him until we decide whether or not we want him for ourselves.”
“We?” Ice asked teasingly.
Maverick didn’t take the bait. Instead, his eyes lit up, and he threaded his fingers through Ice’s. “I saw you looking, Ice, and I know you. You’re going to want him, and you’re going to have even more fun with him than I will.”
Ice couldn’t deny the appeal, but he focused on the situation that brought them here. “Jake Seresin?” he asked, still incredulous. “His commanders raved about his skills. What the hell happened?”
“Couldn’t tell you how he managed to pass for so long,” Maverick answered, “but the stress of the mission must have overpowered whatever kind of industrial-grade scent blockers he was using. Or maybe he couldn’t access them with such quick orders to TOPGUN. Doesn’t matter now, so no one bothered to ask,” he added with a shrug. “All I can tell you is he stepped out of his jet on the carrier, and the scent was so overpowering there was a damn near riot of alphas on deck.”
“It’s a fucking embarrassment,” Ice muttered. “An omega serving. And as a fighter pilot. We’ll have to go back and review all of our screening protocols. It will take months and manpower, and there are bound to be hearings.”
Maverick nodded. “It’s been tense around here. Technically, he’s Navy property now, and there’s a lot of talk about making an example of him.”
“As there should be,” Ice insisted, ignoring Jake's sound of anguish. He couldn’t imagine why the omega would expect anything else after pulling such a stunt.
“I’m not arguing that point,” Maverick reassured. “We need to set an example for any other omega trying to play a game like this. But we’ve talked about buying an omega of our own. Jake might be an opportunity dropped in our laps.”
“This isn’t because he saved your life, right?” Knowing Maverick, Ice was galled to even ask the question, but he had to hear from Maverick himself. If they did buy Jake, others would ask, too.
“Ice.” Maverick laughed, and just the timbre of Maverick’s voice put Ice at ease. “You worried I’ll become one of those misguided omegas’ rights activists?” He stepped closer to Ice and wrapped his arms around Ice’s neck. “I just think,” he said, pausing to peck Ice on the lips, “that the Commander of the Pacific Fleet shouldn’t have to rent omegas for events. Imagine,” Maverick said conspiratorially, “having this omega—the disgraced sham of a lieutenant—at your feet, or warming your cock, during a negotiation. Think of all the admirals and politicians who’ll vie for a chance to use him, and the favors they’ll owe you when you say yes.”
Ice had long resisted buying an omega of their own—they had enough responsibility without an omega at home to care for, and occasional rentals had been sufficient—but he mentally conceded to Mav’s logic. Circumstances had changed with his promotion to COMPACFLT, and he found an increasing number of events where an omega was expected at his feet. Before he could respond, however, Maverick was pulling him toward the omega. “C’mon, check him out.”
“Hold up.” Ice tugged Maverick back to him. “How are you?” He ran his hands up and down Maverick’s sides, mindful of any bruising lurking under Maverick’s uniform, watching for signs of pain. “Another ejection on a mission you shouldn’t have even flown. Bradley. Now this,” Ice tilted his head toward Jake. “I’m worried about you, and you’re more important to me than the Navy’s latest scandal,” he said and, before Maverick could take a breath to respond, raised his eyebrows in his patented ‘don’t bullshit me’ look. Junior officers and Maverick alike knew better than to lie or deflect when faced with that stare.
“Tired,” Maverick admitted, sagging a bit. “And sore. But you know me; it’s nothing a couple of weeks, and a good night’s sleep, won’t fix.” He smirked and added, “And I bet regularly knotting an omega would speed up my recovery.”
Rolling his eyes but satisfied for now, Ice followed Maverick to where Jake was restrained. He trailed his hand across the omega’s back. Jake was strong and muscular; if they bought him, they’d have him maintain his workouts so he’d remain in top form. Any omega of Ice’s would be the best of the best, coveted for its obedience, its body and its physical beauty. Ice moved slowly, enjoying the ripples of tension under Jake’s skin as Ice moved his hand, the goosebumps that trailed in its wake.
He glanced at Maverick as he ran a hand over a smooth, firm globe of the omega’s ass and found Maverick grinning at him. “Not even the best view,” Maverick teased with a wink. Stepping behind Jake, where Maverick was waiting, Ice let his eyes fall to where Maverick was looking, desire clear in Mav’s eyes.
Jake’s knees were spread wide enough to expose him fully, his tight, pink hole on display.
“Gorgeous,” Ice breathed, his voice rough and laced with the arousal already pooling in his gut. He drew the pad of his thumb down Jake’s crack and over the furled muscle, slowly enough to tug at Jake’s rim. Delicately, ignoring Jake’s increasingly loud grunts, he rubbed in circles over Jake’s hole, appreciating how the muscle twitched under his attention; Jake’s body knew how it should be used.
Jake’s back rose and fell on shaky breaths, and he panted through his gag as Ice continued to play, now also rolling Jake’s smooth balls in his free hand.
“Must have led a celibate life,” Mav commented offhandedly to Ice. “Wouldn’t take anyone long to figure out what he’s good for once they got him in bed. You’ve barely gotten started, and he’s already starting to slick.”
Sure enough, a thin layer of slick was forming under Ice’s thumb where he was still toying with Jake’s hole. He used the lubrication to slide his middle finger inside the omega to the first knuckle, testing the give. Jake was tight, possibly unused—a thought which made Ice’s cock throb in the confines of his uniform. There were always virgin omegas for the taking, but finding one at Jake’s age was extraordinarily rare.
At Jake’s whine—a sound of torment mixed with pleasure, a mirror to Jake’s current scent—Ice squeezed Jake’s flank and began fucking his finger into Jake’s body in a steady motion. He found Jake’s prostate easily and made a point to press against the bundle of nerves. Omegas were most docile and obedient when their alphas allowed them the pleasure their bodies craved. Jake may have been confused from years of denying his biology, but submitting to an alpha was what he needed. “You tried to resist what you are, but deep down, you know what you’re good for,” Ice said gently, knowingly. “You can feel it, can’t you?”
Jake shuddered under Ice’s hand and vigorously shook his head in denial. Without letting up the motion of his hand, Ice turned toward Maverick. “If we buy him, he’ll need training.”
“I already have Hondo on it, “ Mav assured. “He and his wife bought an omega from a private sale, and it didn’t have any of the typical training. Hondo said the trainer they hired had their omega presenting perfectly and begging for a knot in less than two weeks.”
Ice laughed quietly and shook his head; he should have expected Mav to be on top of training plans. He turned his attention back to Jake, who had started restlessly shifting his hips. Jake’s cock was hanging hard and heavy between his legs, and slick was pooling on the table beneath him. Ice gathered slick on his fingers and wrapped his palm around Jake’s cock. He stroked slowly, drawing a rough moan from Jake.
“We’ll lock this up once you're ours,” Ice said, anticipation building at the thought of buying the omega. “Knowing who your pleasure belongs to will help you learn your place, and eventually, you’ll hate the thought of coming without our permission.”
Despite how Jake attempted to pass for a beta, his body’s reaction to the attention of a strong alpha left no room for doubt. Ice’s hand moved rapidly over Jake’s length, feeling and watching Jake’s reactions carefully—-the clench of Jake’s hole around Ice’s finger, the needy moans that escaped his gag, and the precome leaking from his cock, pooling with the mess of slick already on the table. Ice watched Jake’s balls draw up tight against his body, listened to desperation creep into Jake’s vocalizations, and with years of practice to help Ice master his timing, he released Jake’s cock at just the moment he believed Jake was poised to tip over into a much-wanted orgasm.
Jake let out a muffled shout at the shocking loss of stimulation, and Mav gave Ice a knowing look. Gripe as Ice might about an omega without any traditional training, Maverick knew Ice would enjoy molding Jake to their preferences.
Ice unclipped Jake’s wrist cuffs from the spreader bar—he’d need Jake a bit more mobile for what he had planned—and attached the cuffs to links at the front of the table. The new position would allow Jake just enough leeway to push up onto his elbows but little more. After confirming Jake was secure, Ice brought a chair to sit by Jake’s head, which still rested on the padded vinyl surface. Jake’s cheeks were wet below his blindfold, and the cloth of his gag was soaked through. Sweat coated Jake’s brow and, for a moment, Ice envisioned how beautiful Jake would look shaking through his first heat as their omega.
Sitting in the chair, Ice stroked a hand over Jake’s head. Jake whimpered and tried to draw away, but the restraints left him little freedom of movement. Ice sighed but dismissed his frustration. In due time, they’d train Jake to need their touch.
Before he and Maverick took this any further, though, a conversation was in order. Ice carefully reached behind Jake’s head to release the gag. Immediately, Jake rasped out, “Please,” his voice gravelly from disuse.
“You’ll come when Maverick and I allow it,” Ice quickly chastised, covering his pleasure that the omega was already desperate enough to resort to begging. Ice’s misinterpretation of the plea, however, was quickly evident.
“No, no,” Jake insisted. “Please. Sir. Let me fly.”
“Alpha,” Ice corrected, making a spur-of-the-moment decision to remove Jake’s blindfold. Jake blinked against the onslaught of light and looked around the sparse room, only turning his attention to Ice when Ice gripped Jake’s jaw in a firm hand.
“Look at me, omega,” Ice directed, waiting until Jake’s red-rimmed eyes met his. “You will address me as ‘alpha.’ ‘Sir’ is a luxury of your stolen past life. Say it for me.”
Jake squeezed his eyes shut and sucked in a shaky breath but didn’t respond; Ice looked over Jake’s body at Maverick and nodded his head. Already poised, Maverick brought his hand down hard and fast on the meat of Jake’s ass, the sound of the sharp smack reverberating through the small room.
Jake’s only reaction was a distressed shout, so Maverick repeatedly brought his hand down until Jake barked, “Alpha!” just before Maverick landed another smack to the reddening, tender skin.
“That’s it,” Ice said softly, soothing. “Maverick and I are generous alphas. We give omegas what they need—what they deserve. Any reward or punishment is earned.”
“Alpha,” Jake said, strength and determination returning to his voice. “Please. I just want to fly. I’m the best the Navy has. You know it. You know the Navy is better off with me in the cockpit. We can–we can say this was a mistake. I’ll do anything. Just let me fly.”
If Ice were a lesser man, he’d have snapped on the spot at the audacity of the omega to suggest it belonged anywhere besides on an alpha’s knot. Still, there was steel in his voice when he responded. “Captain Mitchell is the best the navy has. Your time in the Navy was a grievous error. Omegas don’t fly. Omegas are holes for their alphas to enjoy.”
A fat tear rolled down Jake’s cheek. “Please. I can’t do this.”
“There’s nothing to do. This is what you are.”
An omega’s place was universally understood—trained from birth to be useful, to learn how to serve their alphas—and Ice was shocked to have to explain this information to Jake. He couldn’t imagine the circumstances that allowed Jake to miss out on appropriate training in his early years or masquerade as a beta, and he hoped Hondo’s trainer was as talented as Mav believed because Ice had never met an omega so determined to resist their biology.
“If you let me go, I’ll disappear, and I swear you’ll never hear from me again,” Jake pleaded, switching tactics now that the hope of flying again was firmly out of reach.
Ice was losing what little restraint he had left. “Enough,” he growled. “You are the Navy’s property. As I understand it, the current plan is to designate you free use and display you at the Pentagon. It’s fitting service after the way you’ve disgraced yourself and the Navy.”
Jake shook his head in denial and opened his mouth to respond, but Ice gripped his jaw. “Quiet. The Navy should have already taught you better, but you will learn to speak only with permission.” He waited until he was sure Jake would stay quiet and then continued. “While I would love the opportunity for my colleagues to enjoy you all day, every day, Maverick has suggested we buy you for ourselves. I was hesitant, but I’m starting to understand why he wants you. Training you to please us—training you to want to please us—will be far more satisfying than buying an omega already slick and eager to be used.”
Ice looked up at Maverick as he went on, chest blooming with warmth at the thought of an omega shared between them. “All that’s left is to try you out and see if you feel as good as you look.”
Save for a barely audible whimper, Jake was silent, though his body once again trembled. Despite what Jake might believe, Ice was certain Jake would find himself centered and grounded—perhaps for the first time in his life—once he embraced his omegan instincts. Until then, as his Alphas, Ice and Maverick would help Jake learn what was good for him whether Jake liked it or not.
Jerking suddenly, Jake let out a low moan. The sound was one of reluctant pleasure, so Ice wasn’t surprised when he looked over Jake’s body and found Maverick with two fingers buried in Jake’s ass, fucking them in and out slowly.
“Incredible, huh?” Ice asked.
“He’s so tight,” Maverick said, awed. “We’ll have to keep him this way.”
Ice murmured in agreement, already looking forward to Jake’s hole maintenance. A well-trained omega knew the pain was worthwhile if its holes were kept tight for its alphas. The maintenance would be one more part of Jake’s training.
Returning his attention to Jake, Ice placed a hand firmly on the back of Jake’s neck and asked a question to which he was sure he knew the answer. “Have you ever taken a knot, omega?”
“No.” Jake’s voice was low and pained, even as his body responded to Maverick’s attention.
Ice squeezed Jake’s neck in warning, and his gut warmed in pleasure when Jake responded to the contact with a correction: “No, Alpha.”
“Good boy,” Ice praised. “You’re already learning.”
With his free hand, he pressed his fingers against Jake’s lips until Jake’s mouth opened enough for Ice to slide his fingers inside and press down on Jake’s tongue. Jake whined around Ice’s fingers, the vibration a tease of how good using Jake’s mouth would feel. They’d need to use a ring gag until Jake learned to take them properly, but Ice was already looking forward to that wet heat around his cock.
Slowly, he withdrew his fingers and then, tracing Jake’s lips, asked, “Has anyone used your mouth?”
“No, Alpha,” Jake answered through tears.
“Then this is your lucky day, Jake. Maverick and I will show you exactly how you should have been making yourself useful instead of taking an Alpha’s place in the sky.”
Jake’s mouth opened, and for a moment, Ice thought Jake would dare to protest, but he quickly closed his mouth again. Ice looked at Mav and grinned. Even if it took longer than he’d prefer, this omega could be trained.
Ice rose and walked over to a table with various restraints laid out, selecting a ring gag and returning to Jake. Directing Jake to open his mouth, Ice ignored Jake’s sounds of discomfort and fit the gag in place. He took a moment to simply enjoy the look of Jake’s mouth stretched open, waiting to be filled, and then walked to Maverick’s side.
Slick covered Maverick’s hand where he was slowly twisting two fingers inside Jake’s hole. Even without direct pressure on his prostate, Jake was rock hard, the tip of his cock leaking precome. Reaching between Jake’s legs to play with his cock, Ice looked at Mav.
“You have a preference?” Ice asked. He dragged his thumb back and forth over the head of Jake’s cock, listening to Jake groan in pleasure while he waited for Maverick to respond.
“I’ll take his mouth,” Maverick said with a smirk. “I had to listen to him spout off so often during training it seems fitting. Besides, I know how you love being an omega’s first knot. Far be it from me to deny you.”
Heat curled in Ice’s belly at the thought.
“We’re gonna want him once we use him, Ice. You sure you’re good with this?” Maverick questioned.
“I am.” Ice’s doubts were gone. Mav was right—Jake was a perfect opportunity dropped in their laps.
“Just—” Maverick wrapped his hand around Ice’s wrist and gazed up at Ice, concern shining in his eyes. “You know I don’t need this, right? All I need is you. I’d be happy renting omegas for the rest of our lives if that’s what you want.”
Ice pulled Maverick to him and pressed a kiss to Maverick’s temple. “And all I need is you,” he assured. “But you’re right. Renting omegas for all of my events is getting to be a lot, and I like the idea of coming home to an omega of our own every day…opening the door to him waiting, presented. Training it to serve us exactly how we like instead of rotating through omegas who don’t know our preferences. I see your vision.”
“Then all that’s left is to fuck him and claim him,” Mav grinned. “Plus a shitload of paperwork that we both know you’re going to take care of.”
Maverick pressed a heated kiss to Ice’s lips and walked to the front of the table. While Maverick got situated, Ice slid a finger into Jake’s hole, testing the give. Jake could probably use a bit more stretching, Ice thought, but that was common for virgin omegas, and Ice wanted Jake to feel every inch of his cock as he drove into Jake’s body.
Ice unbuttoned his pants and sighed with relief at the opportunity to finally pay attention to his own needs. He’d been hard since shortly after arriving, ignoring his arousal in favor of assessing the omega before him. Ice gave his cock a few experimental tugs and smiled softly at Maverick, who was doing the same by Jake’s head.
As Ice lined up his cock with Jake’s hole, Maverick placed the head of his cock in Jake’s mouth, his eyes on Ice, waiting to push in further.
“Together?” Ice asked.
“Always,” Maverick answered, following Ice’s lead as Ice pushed into Jake in one steady, heavenly thrust.
Immediately, Ice was overcome by the tight, wet heat gripping his cock. Jake shook at the intrusion, clenching beautifully around Ice. Even Jake’s whines, as Maverick gripped Jake’s head and thrust into his mouth, reverberated through Jake’s body, adding to the overwhelming sensation.
“Fuck, that’s good,” Ice breathed and looked at Maverick, who seemed to share the sentiment if the bliss on his face was any indication. “You’re going to be ours,” Ice rasped, pulling back and snapping his hips forward again, starting to fuck into Jake’s body in earnest. “You’ll have a crate to sleep in at our bedside and floor pads in our den so you can sit at our feet when we’re not using you,” he panted. “Top-of-the-line toys to keep your holes filled and ready for us. And over time, you’ll learn to love what you’re made for.”
With Mav’s cock filling his mouth, Jake was unable to respond beyond a choked-off groan, but Jake’s perspective was irrelevant, and Ice was certain Jake would give in over time. They’d use him well and often, and, eventually, he’d be unable to resist his innate omegan need to be of use and please his alphas. Ice’s knot thickened at the thought.
“Can’t wait for you to fuck his mouth,” Mav rasped, drawing Ice’s attention back to the present. “His lips look perfect around my cock and—fuck—said he doesn’t want it, but he’s already zoned out and pliant.”
Ice could feel Jake’s body responding, too; as they fucked him, the rigid tension he’d been carrying was draining from his body, replaced by loose-limbed acquiescence. His sounds also morphed from moans of protest to soft mewls of pleasure. Jake’s reaction was part of a fine-tuned subconscious need. Ice had never met an omega unable to resist being filled by an Alpha’s cock; they’d evolved to crave it.
“That’s it, Jake. Take it.” Maverick had Jake’s head in a tight grip as he fucked deep into Jake’s throat, and from the recognizable tells after years together, he was getting close.
Ice gripped Jake’s sides tighter, thrusting harder until the growing bulge of his knot pressed against Jake’s hole. He circled his hips in a deep, grinding motion, letting his knot catch and slip inside Jake’s body; Jake howled in response, his knotting muscles instinctively clamping down around Ice’s knot.
Shocks of pleasure zinged up Ice’s spine in response to Jake’s vice-like grip. His knot swelled, and the heat that had been building as he fucked Jake crested into an orgasm that ripped through his body. Ice spilled deep inside Jake, the omega’s body milking Ice’s cock until he was fully spent and heaving over Jake’s back, his nails digging crescent shape bruises into Jake’s hips from the strength of his grip.
Through the haze of his come-down, Ice heard a throaty groan—a tell-tale sign that Maverick was coming—and Ice’s alpha senses also picked up the scent of Jake’s release. Ice was too content, still buried deep inside his omega, to address Jake’s disobedience but made a mental note to punish Jake properly once they were home. Even coming down from a devastatingly powerful orgasm, Ice was mindful that omegas were best behaved and most content when expectations were clear, and deviations had near-immediate consequences.
Ice watched Mav slip from Jake’s mouth, relaxed and sated, and carefully removed the ring gag. He used his thumb to swipe the mess of come from Jake’s face back into Jake’s mouth and gently massaged Jake’s mouth closed, ensuring Jake swallowed what remained of Maveick’s spend.
Maverick watched Jake intently until he was satisfied, and then grabbed a fresh cloth gag from the supply table. No longer held in Maverick’s grip and shaking with exhaustion, Jake’s head was again resting on the table, and Maverick carded his fingers through the close-cropped strands of Jake’s hair. They’d let his hair grow out, Ice thought. Just enough for a tight grip.
“You liked that, didn’t you?” Maverick asked, looking at Jake fondly. “Bet you finally felt right after all those years fighting your instincts.”
From Ice’s vantage point, he could see Jake squeeze his eyes shut.
“Look at your alpha when he speaks to you,” Ice insisted, with a sharp smack to Jake’s thigh to reinforce his direction.
Jake released a soft, wounded sound but opened his eyes and looked up at Maverick.
“A polite omega thanks an alpha for using him, Jake,” Maverick said, voice firm.
Maverick looked expectant but waited patiently until Jake mumbled, “Thank you.”
“For what, Jake?” Maverick asked. “And speak so we can hear you.”
Jake’s body tensed, and there was renewed steel in Jake’s voice when he gritted out, “Thank you for using me, Alpha.”
Maverick looked up at Ice and winked. They were going to have a hell of a good time breaking Jake in.
After tying the new gag in place, Maverick returned to the supplies and held a few different plugs in his hand before selecting one to bring to Ice. He placed the plug beside Jake’s knee and traced his finger around Jake’s rim, which was still stretched wide around the girth of Ice’s cock. Jake shivered and clenched reflexively, sparking a new wave of arousal to course through Ice. His cock twitched deep inside Jake.
“Keep that up, and I’ll be ready for round two before I’m even released from round one,” Ice teased, leaning closer to kiss Maverick’s lips.
“Fair enough,” Maverick laughed and turned back toward Jake, eyeing the omega appreciatively. “He’s going to be perfect, Ice.”
Ice looped his fingers through Maverick’s, grateful Mav was home safe and ready to start this next phase of their life together. “He’s perfect, and he’s ours.”