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Usually the clinic wasn’t so quiet, not during the summer months.

Simon had worked at the clinic for years, and had rarely ever seen it so empty. The heat of summer, the constant oppressive warmth, had always made it difficult for people to handle the already miserable experience of a heat or rut. It made it harder to tell when it was a hormonal cycle making them burn up, too, when they were always feeling sweaty and irritable.

And yet, the clinic’s rooms were empty. There had only been one poor sod in rut that had come along, but his omega had picked him up late in the afternoon.

Now, Simon was contemplating whether or not he should go home early. It was only eight in the evening, he was scheduled to be there until at least five in the morning, but if there was nothing happening and no patients to take care of…

He was about ready to call for the sole other nurse working – Janice, if he remembered correctly – when there was a tap at the door.

Speak of the devil.

“Come in,” he called, pulling his feet off of the corner of his desk to sit properly.

The nurse opened the door just enough to get her shoulders through, expression pinched and concerned. It was indeed Janice – a good nurse, and a good coworker to boot. “I’m sorry, Dr. Riley, I…”

“What is it?” He raised an eyebrow, not expecting to be bothered anytime soon.

The woman shook herself and squared her shoulders. She was a beta, small but sturdy, a soft face that tended to do well to ease the nerves of alphas and omegas alike.

“I have to leave, one of my kids apparently had to go to the hospital and my husband isn't available right now, so-”

Simon sat up slightly at that, eyebrows raised. “Oh, in that case, please. Go ahead, I can watch over things here.”

A quick nod, and Janice frowned slightly. “We did get another patient, too. An omega, if you wanted to watch over him. I put him in room three.”

Room three. Just around the corner from his office.

Technically, as an alpha doctor in the field of caring for those going through their cycles, he was only supposed to handle omegas when they required a bit of… enticement, in order to get them into their assigned heat rooms. Otherwise, he watched over other alphas as they burned through their ruts, and made sure they didn't burn too hot. 

But it wasn't as if he couldn't watch over an omega. It was just one of those pesky ‘official policy’ things that the clinic had to put down on paper, in order to make sure that they had some sort of plausible deniability against any potential cases of abuse of power that might arise – not that Simon had ever had any issues with that, thus far. It's not like he indulged himself with such things very often, anyway.

It had been a long while since he had.

He gave the nurse at his door a genuine smile in thanks. “I appreciate the heads up, Janice. Now, I think it's best if you head off, is it not? I'll hope for the best for your kids.”

The woman nodded, a knowing look in her eye. “Wish you luck, Doctor Riley.”

The door shut behind her, and Simon leaned back in his chair, once again kicking his feet up onto his desk. He'd always liked Janice.

~~~

For his own sake, he gave it a little while before he checked the camera feeds. He had a full hour stretch where he could turn people away, now that he was alone at the clinic, in order to take his lunch break. He'd have to be smart with it, if someone called with a patient for him to take care of.

The quietest times of nights were usually right before his shift ended – but if anybody from the next shift decided to barge in early, it'd ruin his plans for the night.

Though, depending on the patient, he could be fucked over regardless of how good his timing was. Omegas could be very clingy cunts. If the one currently occupying room three decided to keep Simon in their nest, he'd be left to the mercy of whoever came in tomorrow. He'd just have to hope that it wasn't one of the new kids, with their purity streaks.

Either way, he wouldn't know what he was working with until he saw them, so after a cup of tea, he pulled up the paperwork that had been filed for the omega in his care.

Name: John MacTavish

Sex & Gender: Male-presenting Omega

Intake Time: 20:32

Release Time: 

Previous Visits: N/A

Emergency Contact: N/A

Preferences: N/A

Additional Notes: Patient was found in public without shirt or bite collar. Identity was established via photo ID in his wallet. Patient has not been seen before according to our records, so no preference of treatment can be established. Normal range of implements have been provided for patient's self care needs.

Barebones, but workable enough. And based on the photo that was attached, Mr. MacTavish was quite the treat for a lonely night, too.

With that out of the way, he minimized the window with John’s information and instead pulled up the camera feed for the man’s heat room.

He was treated to a delicious view. The cameras inside the rooms never recorded anything unless someone manually captured a clip for medical or policing reasons, so he couldn’t just save a video of the omega fucking himself on his fingers, but christ was it a delight to watch.

It was all a bit grainy with the low light of the inside of the room, but Simon felt himself already getting hard at the sight. It looked like John already had three fingers in his sopping cunt, and as he enabled the microphone for the room he was able to hear the quiet squelching of each thrust underneath the omega’s whining.

He smiled to himself and sat back in his chair, letting his fingers trail up and down the front of his pants, turning the sound up just a little until the omega’s whines and moans were filling the room, tinny with the shitty speakers of his monitor.

The omega sobbed, writhing in the clinically white sheets of the bed. Simon had long thought that it would be even better if the sheets were all a nice charcoal grey, or even black; it’d make it that much easier to see how much of a mess their patients made when they were in the clinic’s care. But then John opened his mouth, a perfect little tortured expression that made Simon that much more hungry, and shook as he obviously came.

He clearly wasn’t satisfied for very long, face twisting unhappily. Simon watched, entranced, as John panted as he came down, licking his lips.

“Pl-please,” the omega whined, his voice laced with a hint of some subvocal hum that, even through the shitty speakers, made Simon feel a certain need to come to his aid. “Please, fuck- a- alpha- I need it, please, I need…”

John writhed in place for a few moments, expression shifting again to a grimace, a baring of those precious little fangs that omegas had. “I- I need-” He seemed to be struggling, even within the throes of his heat, to get out what he so obviously wanted to say. “I need more,” he whined, pathetic, as he suddenly slumped into the bed. “Need more, need a knot, please- help me, please, fuck…”

Simon growled lowly, feeling his cock throb in his pants. Fuck, but if the omega wasn’t delicious like this. He definitely hadn’t gotten any action recently enough, if this was how he was reacting, but he swore that it made it better like that.

He did realize, though, that the omega hadn’t taken up any of the toys that had been left for him in the basket in the room.

There were all sorts of goodies that the clinic provided for omegas – all individually wrapped for sanitation and paid for by the fines that folks caught mid-cycle in public received. There were dildos with inflatable knots, vibrating plugs, grinding pads, even strokers and fleshlights for those omegas that weren’t interested in being penetrated during their heat. It all came with wet wipes and lube as well, everything that most people would need for their cycles.

Had John not seen the basket of toys? Did he not want them?

He didn’t seem to be one of those odd religious types that refused to use any aids during their cycles to ‘keep themselves pure’ before mating. Simon had seen a few of those come through, clutching at the sheets and refusing to even touch themselves. He’d broken a few of them, too.

But John didn’t seem like that type, based on the way he was still riding his fingers with all the intensity of someone who had no hesitance in that regard.

Or… maybe, perhaps, he was one of those needy types that didn’t have any interest in anything but fucking a real, living person during their cycles. Some people couldn’t be satisfied by silicone and cold lube, which was respectable enough.

Simon nearly purred at the thought, watching as the omega on his screen rolled away from the wet spot he had already created, face pressing into the pillow at the head of the bed. His legs kicked restlessly, lazily gathering the bedding around him into the vaguest form of a nest possible, clearly settling in for a quick power nap before he started up again.

It was perfect – giving Simon just enough time to prepare a couple of things while he could.

He was intending to have a fun night for himself, and he wasn’t about to let something like his duties to the clinic get in the way of that.

He deserved to treat himself, after all.

~~~

It took maybe fifteen minutes to make a couple of phone calls, explaining to his usual intake drivers that the clinic was severely understaffed at the moment – true – and that he wouldn’t be able to take any more on for the night – definitely false.

Thankfully, everyone was very understanding, and they all made some remark or another about how lucky he was that it seemed to be a quiet night for their usual summer pace. It was all easy to chuckle about, waving off any questions that were put to him about interesting patients. If he told too many little lies, he’d only trip himself up.

But once he was done with his calls, he went back to the camera feed. Thankfully, it wasn’t odd for him to log in with his administrator code – he needed it in order to even see the feeds, due to privacy concerns – so there would be nothing to question him on as he switched off first the cameras in the hallways of the clinic, and then the one in the omega’s room, and a couple of other feeds in unused rooms as well. Plausible deniability, just in case.

With that though…

He stood up with a deep sigh, letting himself rut against his own hand for a moment, delighting in the slightly rough friction of his jeans before he shook it off.

There was something much better waiting for him in room three.

~~~

Simon paused just outside the door for a moment, listening carefully. From what he had seen on the camera feed before he left his office, John hadn’t quite roused again, despite his body twitching occasionally, still searching for some sort of pleasure as he rested.

Inside the room, it sounded quiet as well. Good. It was better to not face a wakeful omega in heat if he could help it. If possible, he’d rather be able to get inside and restrain the man before his instincts immediately had him lashing out in response to an intruder – especially an alpha intruder – so that he could ease John into accepting his presence.

It was always a tricky process, with omegas.

With other alphas, it was easy enough to impose his authority over them. It was only when omega pheromones were introduced that alphas really tended to fight for dominance. 

But omegas were hard-wired to defend their nesting areas from unwelcome alphas until they were deemed worthy of being in the nest, easily becoming extraordinarily violent in the process. For an omega that looked as fit and impressive as John, that could be very dangerous indeed.

Not that something like that was going to stop Simon. He’d done this enough times.

So he slowly cracked the door open, pausing for a moment to see whether or not the omega was awake yet. But he didn’t hear anything, so he quickly slipped through the door and shut it behind him, pulling on a couple of blue neoprene gloves that handily covered up his wrists and the scent glands there. His collar would be enough to dampen his scent at his neck, giving him a little more time to work with when it came to introducing his scent to the omega.

And it meant that he wasn’t immediately announcing his presence to the attempted hypervigilance of an omega in heat, even as he toed his shoes off before crawling onto the bed.

The faint movements of the mattress underneath them had the omega shifting restlessly, close to waking – eyes snapping open just as Simon was able to plant himself over the omega’s ass, pinning John down on his belly.

Immediately, the omega was writhing for an all new reason, Simon barely able to catch the man’s hands before he was trying to dig vicious nails into his skin. His legs flailed, trying to kick, trying to wedge underneath the omega to heave the alpha off, but it was all useless.

“Hush, John. Calm down for me, omega,” Simon rumbled, trying to calm the omega.

The only response he got was a fierce snarl, John snapping his teeth inches from his own arm, unable to get to anything important of Simon’s with how his hands were pinned above his head.

But that was okay. Expected, even. It would pass, once the feral behavior passed and John was able to come forth a bit more again. Granted, he’d still be too stupid to really understand what was happening, but he at least wouldn’t be trying to kill the alpha. An omega would only continue to fight for so long before their heat would drive them into a proper breeding frenzy, more interested in getting stuffed full with a proper knot than fighting off a potential suitor. 

So Simon simply waited, grunting with the effort it took to make sure that John wouldn’t escape his grasp. Underneath him, he could feel where John was still leaking slick from his needy little cunt, where his struggling smeared it along his thighs and let it soak into the bedsheets.

It was impossible to resist the temptation to grind his cock against the man’s ass that he still sat astride. It was full, firm enough with how he flexed and fought to bounce a coin off of, perfect as Simon let his clothed prick slide between the cheeks.

“You gonna calm down for me, princess?” Simon cautiously loosened his grip on the man once he seemed to be going limp, only to snatch the omega’s wrists into his grasp again when John attempted to bolt and flip over. “Sneaky little brat. Don’t tempt me – I’ll fuck that temper right out of you, and I won’t be nice about it.”

John seemed to go still at that, listening intently as Simon watched him peek over his shoulder with one too-dilated eye. His pupils were huge, leaving only the barest hint of blue around the edges that the alpha could only remember because of the ID photo that he’d seen before.

In return, Simon punctuated his threat with a long, hard grind against the omega’s ass. His clothes would have to be burned after this, if not put in a scent-proof bag so that he could keep the omega’s scent nice and contained for his next lonely night in the office. But what was under his clothes was the true threat – the massive, thick line of heat that he was packing.

He leaned down just enough to growl almost directly in the omega’s ear, voice dark and heavy with his threat. “Behave, or I’ll just break you on my knot instead.”

He felt the omega shudder underneath him and grinned slightly. The threat probably didn’t seem like much of one to someone in heat, begging for a knot to ruin them, but Simon wasn’t kidding about breaking the man. He’d done it before – knotting someone before they were properly prepared, stretching them too wide for their body to handle.

That had been one of his last relationships, a handful of years ago now. Unfortunate, but at least now he knew better, even if seeing the streaks of blood on his cock as he pulled out had nearly thrown him into a rut.

Finally, though, it seemed as if the omega was ready to submit to him properly, as John went limp underneath him, pulling a pleased rumble from his chest.

“Good omega,” he praised, getting another faint shudder from the man.

With that, he released the omega's hands and leaned back, allowing his gloved hands to trail down the man’s back, feeling the flex and pull of strong muscles as they tensed in response to his touch. John, predictably, was practically burning up with his heat. It smelled like burnt sugar, caramelized and almost bitter on his tongue as he dragged in a breath and gave another rumble of satisfaction. Such a sweet omega, he couldn’t help but look forward to tasting that scent directly from the source.

For now, though, he was intent on making sure that John wouldn’t have any complaints about his treatment. He had a clinic to run, after all, and there was no better way to get good customer reviews than making sure that an omega like him got what he needed.

“I’m going to take care of you for your stay here, okay?” He was fully aware of the fact that the omega probably couldn’t properly comprehend what he was saying, but that was alright – he didn’t need to. “Going to make sure that you don’t end up cooking yourself alive, gonna make sure you get all the knots that you need.”

Underneath him, John made an aborted little sound, his body twitching. Simon almost thought that he was going to try and fight once again, but the man just squirmed, hips angling as if he was trying to present, even with Simon still on top of him.

It pulled a quiet chuckle from him. “Yeah, sweetheart, I’ll make sure that you’re good and bred before you leave. Bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Another garbled whine, and the omega nodded against the sheets with a vehemence that Simon loved already.

Fuck, this one was going to be fun if John was already this far gone, agreeing to let a perfect stranger breed his cunt.

He pushed himself up just enough to slide backwards, so that he was sat more on John’s thighs instead – neoprene-covered hands reaching up to pull the lips of his cunt apart with a sticky, wet noise that made his cock twitch again.

“Pretty little snatch, huh? Bet it’s desperate for something to fill it properly.” He let his fingers brush over the omega’s hole, feeling the way it flexed, desperate to suck whatever it was offered deeper. “We’ll get you started off slow, yeah? Make sure that you’re taken care of.”

John whined, hips twitching. “Please,” he slurred, tongue sounding thick in his mouth.

Simon let out a pleased hum and leaned over the side of the bed, having to reach rather far to get the basket of toys that had been left for the omega.

First he pulled out a small bullet vibrator, something that wouldn’t really do much in terms of filling the greedy cunt of an omega, but would most definitely draw out a few orgasms to help him relax. He turned it on with a press of the toy’s button for just a moment to make sure that it had some charge, before leaning over the omega.

John was fit, that much had been made more than obvious – his back was a masterpiece of an anatomical showcase, his muscles tense and rolling with his restless shifting. It made Simon want to dig his teeth in and pin the man down. Watch him squirm, all those strong muscles struggling to either throw him off or press back against his cock and take it deeper, each thrust making that tight fucking ass bounce.

He eased himself by nipping at John’s ass as he guided the vibrator into the man’s cunt – licking over the stinging skin and allowing himself a nearly bruising squeeze of the opposite cheek before he pulled himself away and sat up again.

Then he turned the vibrator on, and listened to John choke.

The omega bucked and babbled nonsense at the sensation, shaking as his eyes blew wide and he tried to peer at Simon over his shoulder. He seemed shocked at the feeling of it, especially as the vibrator began to alternate and pulse its vibration.

John’s orgasm came quicker than even Simon was expecting, barely thirty seconds in as the omega heaved and thrashed, a sobbing gasp being yanked from his lips.

“Oh, sweet thing, have you never felt toys like this?” Simon couldn’t help the way his words came out in a purr, watching the omega come apart beneath him. He rubbed his gloved fingers through the slick mess that nearly gushed out around the vibrator for a few moments, before selfishly lifting his hand to his mouth to taste it directly.

That spiced-caramelized flavor seemed to explode over his tongue, salty and metallic and fertile. It pulled a groan from him, as John began to whimper and whine with the continued assault on his senses as the vibrator continued on.

Simon was almost tempted to leave him like this. Maybe he could tie the omega’s hands, keep him high and inconsolable on the feeling of coming over and over and over, unable to stop the thing lodged in his cunt from giving him enough pleasure for it to turn painful and overwhelming. But- well, with how hard his cock was still, he knew there was only so long until his own patience broke in the face of the omega’s temptation.

Still, he let the omega suffer for a bit longer, letting John attempt to writhe away from the stimulation that he couldn’t escape, before turning the vibrator off.

John went slack like a puppet with its strings cut, wide-eyed and panting, his whines turning into little whimpers that escaped with every breath. His gaze was stuck on the opposite wall, unseeing, before it dragged over to where Simon was still hovering over the omega.

And then John keened, a quiet but undeniably needy sound. As if he was dying, being neglected to the highest degree.

Simon huffed a laugh, smiling indulgently down at the omega. “Needy thing. Still need more, don’t you?” He pushed the vibrator deeper into the wet cunt clenching around it, giving John a little taste of what he obviously wanted. “Sounding like you’re dying when you’re coming around a little toy like this… what am I supposed to do with you, huh?”

The omega gave another keen, wounded and begging.

“I know, sweet thing. Just be good for me, okay? I’ll take care of you – I want you to come another couple times for me, okay? Let’s see if we can’t get you tired out a bit before we move on.”

John made a sweet whining sound, hips twitching upwards again, and Simon just grinned a little wider as he turned the vibrator on again.

This time the omega beneath him sobbed, twisting and twitching as if he couldn’t decide where to go, what to do – but Simon just held onto the vibrator and gave it a couple of soft thrusts, in and out of the man’s hole, watching the slick that escaped around it.

“Pretty little thing, go on- come again for me, wanna see your needy little cunt take it,” he encouraged softly, eyes going all half-lidded and dark when John clenched hard enough around the toy that he could feel the way his cunt pulled at the toy. It was addicting, a delightful show to tease him on what the main event would be like.

When John came again, it was with the sound of the sheet being pulled up, the elastic of the fitted covers suddenly trying to pull taut across the corner that it had been pulled from. But as the omega writhed, moaning incoherently, Simon didn’t bother giving him any respite this time, simply leaving him to the overstimulation, pinning those wide, strong hips down to the mattress, leaving John unable to get away in even the meaningless way that his twisting had been.

Eventually, he came again with a shriek that left Simon’s ears ringing, even as his mouth curled into a grin with a vicious sort of satisfaction at the sound. That was what an omega should sound like when they were being taken care of too well.

He only clicked the vibrator off when John’s eyes rolled back, his body again going limp outside of the occasional twitch and jerk, like his orgasm was still echoing in his nerves, an eternal feedback loop.

Simon was careful as he pulled the vibrator out this time, nearly holding his breath as the fingers of his free hand again slid over the omega’s cunt – before pressing inside, this time. One, at first, pressing deep as John shuddered, insides fluttering around his fingers, before that one retreated and was joined by a second.

He went slow, taking his time to fuck his fingers deep, careful to not press on that sensitive spot that he just knew would be aching after such relentless attention. Of course the omega would still have some refractory period, even if it was hilariously minute during his heat, but at least like this it would make it easy to tell when he’d be ready again.

So Simon took his time with his two fingers – gently stretching the omega’s cunt for the next toy, even if it really wasn’t necessary. An omega’s body should already be all loose and ready for an alpha’s knot, much less an average-sized cock. But still. Simon had always been known for a thorough job well done, and this wasn’t going to be any different. He’d get the omega properly fucked out before he ever got inside of him, make sure that he wouldn’t hurt John with the size of his knot, make damn sure that he didn’t know what way was up or down or even know his own name by the time that Simon was done with him.

So, he reached back into the basket of goodies and chose the smallest dildo that they had. It didn’t have a knot, inflatable or otherwise, but was decently thick even if the shaft was barely five inches long. He withdrew his fingers from the omega and used the slick that had coated his gloved hands to lube up the silicone, rubbing it between the omega’s thighs for good measure, before he pressed the tip of it to the omega’s hole.

John gave a quiet huff in response, head pressing into the mattress with a soft growl that almost turned into a moan, before the dildo was pressed balls-deep into him and stopped. At that, the omega glanced behind him, one of those blue, blown-wide eyes catching the light just enough to make the glare feel like a threat.

“Oh, sweet thing, did you think that was me?” Simon chuckled, again starting up a rhythm with the dildo, the same that he had done with the vibrator. “No, I’m not gonna fuck you until you’re good and ready for me, omega.”

When John again tried to growl at him though, he angled the dildo just right to dig into that sweet spot and watched the omega’s eyes roll.

“I know, I know, baby, it’s not deep enough, is it? You seem like the size queen type, aren’t you? Need something lodged in your guts, need an alpha that can properly bully your cervix, don’t you?” Simon chuckled, relentlessly bullying that sweet spot in John, making sure that the omega was too lost in pleasure to try and respond. “Don’t worry – we’ll work our way up to that, I promise. Make sure that you get everything that you need.”

John let out a weak sound, one hand clawing at the sheet, pulling it further from its place. Simon would have to fix it, perhaps after he got the omega to come on the little prick currently working inside of him. 

It was taking longer than anticipated though, and the omega seemed to be getting more agitated because of it. He continued to twist and whine, growling and eventually biting into the sheets to ease some of his obvious frustration. Simon tried to encourage him along, tease him with his voice like he had been, but eventually the omega seemed to snap.

The omega snarled a vicious little noise, reaching back to smack a hand against Simon’s knee – nails raking across his jeans, catching on the seams, before reaching down and shoving his hand with the little toy away, pushing the silly pink toy out of him entirely. Subsequently, it only pulled whines out of the omega, being left entirely empty like he was, as Simon just chuckled at the sight of him, especially as the omega then tried to stuff himself with his own fingers instead, whiny growls slipping out of him when he realized that they weren’t even as good as the toy that he had apparently deemed as useless.

“Alright, alright, Johnny. Heard, you need something a bit more, don’t you?” Simon watched as the omega nodded, cheek mashed into the mattress and the haphazard nest around them.

So, he took mercy on the omega. He was going to make a game of it, making John come on each size of dildo that was in the basket until he took Simon’s cock, but seeing how greedy the omega was, he decided to skip the first couple.

Instead, he grabbed the third largest – the length of Simon’s entire hand, with an inflatable knot that worked much like a blood pressure cuff. He kept the pump and connecting tube out of the way for now, holding them in one hand as he lubed the thing up like he had the previous.

This time he didn’t waste as much time teasing the omega, who let out an utterly relieved moan at the toy being pushed into him. It seemed like he had really been getting pent up by all the teasing, shuddering and again reaching down to Simon’s knee, just to be able to grip onto him as John whimpered.

“Better, Johnny? Needy slag. Bet I can make up for the orgasms that I wanted to get from you – bet I could get you coming on just this toy for as long as I wanted, couldn’t I?”

A moan, and the man tried to shove himself onto the toy a bit harder as Simon continued pumping it into his cunt, long strokes that had the toy being pulled out almost entirely before it was shoved back in, over and over. Simon focused his attention on testing what seemed best for John – going slower, faster, deep grinds, shallow thrusts. He seemed to favor anything that got the fake cock deeper into him, whimpering when Simon pressed a bit harder with the grinding motions, surely hitting something just right inside of the omega.

But it wasn’t long before John was coming again, heralded by a short, incoherent babble as he shuddered and tried in vain to fuck himself down on the cock in time with Simon’s thrusts. For a short moment he snapped his teeth, frustrated when Simon’s movements turned a little less coordinated, having to pause to untangle the little hand pump for the toy’s knot, but as he gave it one pump to just slightly inflate the knot it seemed to send the omega into a near frenzy.

John almost thrashed hard enough to buck Simon off of his thighs, snarling and baring those adorable little omega fangs, the tendons in his neck standing out as they went taut.

And then Simon was shoving the barely-inflated knot into the omega, as deep as he could get it, and gave the pump a few more squeezes. It had John keening, grinding back into it as if he was hoping that he was truly being bred, and Simon watched as a veritable waterfall of slick poured out around the toy. Not quite enough to call it a squirt, but enough that he found himself drooling as he imagined licking it up.

“Good boy,” he said, his voice dropping almost into a growl. Seeing the omega come like that just reminded him of his own desire, the throbbing trapped behind the painful press of his zipper. Part of him wanted to pull himself out and get a hand around his cock, take the edge off by coming over the omega’s back, pumping cum over the omega’s fucked-open cunt, use a toy to push it into him. But the other part of him, the one that was growing ever-more insistent, the dark and possessive part of him, was whispering that he needed to save it. The omega’s heat-scent in the air would already be working overtime to get any alpha in the vicinity, including him, ready to breed.

The pheromones would be urging Simon’s biology along. It wouldn’t quite cause a full rut, but it would produce some pre-rut symptoms. Spiking his libido, sperm cells being produced at a higher rate, making his fangs ache with the need to bite. Things that any presenting alpha with access to some decent sex ed would be taught once they came of age.

It’s not like he didn’t already get some of those symptoms just from being around the clinic, but it usually wasn’t so concentrated.

Fuck. If he could just hold out for long enough, he could make nearly certain that this pretty little omega would walk out pregnant.

~~~

He gave Johnny a few minutes of peace, his body temporarily settled with a knot keeping him full – but Simon was getting impatient himself now. So he went about fixing the sheets, as temporary of a measure as it might be, and before the omega could even doze off again between rounds, he was letting the knot deflate. It came with a quiet hiss of air escaping around the valve that was usually twisted tightly shut, pulling a nearly wounded sound from the omega.

Simon cooed to him, reassurances and teasing, but he didn’t bother to keep the omega waiting. Instead, he fucked John harder with the toy this time, braced over the omega’s back for the leverage it gave him, driving the toy hard into the man’s cunt, until he could see the way slick flecked over his jeans, over the fucking lab coat that he still wore over his clothes even as he began to sweat through them.

He watched with hungry eyes as Johnny turned his head to stare at him, lips parted as he moaned with each punishing thrust, the tight clenching of his cunt barely enough to slow Simon down. Every time that it threatened to, the alpha simply bullied the toy in a little harder, making Johnny’s brow twist in some fucked up sort of pleasure that made Simon feel gradually more feral. He wanted his cock to be putting that expression on the omega’s face, he needed it.

But he wasn’t going to be able to do that anytime soon if he didn’t get the omega nice and opened up for him, before he ended up popping his knot in his pants.

He paused just long enough to retrieve the vibrator again, sliding it through the slick that now liberally coated John’s thighs – before sliding it over the omega’s ass, along the cleft of it, and pressing the end of the little bullet vibe into his hole.

The omega choked and whined, shaking as if he knew what was coming, almost flinching when Simon spat on the vibe where it pressed into him – before the alpha slid it into him entirely with one slow press.

John hovered there, clearly breathless in anticipation, wide eyes staring at Simon over his shoulder once again.

And then Simon started thrusting the dildo into him again, getting the omega to relax a tiny bit, almost enough to distract him. But when the vibrator turned on again, John was immediately clenching around the dildo as if he was trying to strangle it as he came, and Simon growled as he shoved the toy as deep as it could go.

Simon could feel just how tightly the omega was gripping around the fake cock just by how hard it was to inflate the thing, but it was worth it to hear the way that Johnny was whining, head pressed into the pillows.

And this time, Simon left him like that. Forced him to take it, slapping the omega’s hands away when he tried to reach back, whether to take the vibrator out or not. He had to trap the omega’s hands down against the sheets, his wrists pressed on the outside of either of his own knees – making Simon’s own position difficult, as he was almost face to face with Johnny’s pretty, messy, pulsing cunt, slick dripping from him with each clench.

The room was already soaked in the omega's scent, enough that Simon’s clothes would be stained with the scent even after a few good washes, probably. But fuck, close up, the scent was so concentrated and potent that he could feel his head throb with it.

Christ, he already knew what the man’s slick tasted like – but he couldn’t help the instinctive urge to lean forward and lick up the wetness that trailed down those almost suspiciously tan thighs. Fuck, he wouldn’t be surprised to find out that John spent time sunbathing entirely nude, showing off the pretty pink flush of his cunt for any bastard lucky enough to find him like that.

It was a bit awkward, with the flared base and the tube for inflation in the way, but Simon leaned in and licked a stripe up of one of Johnny's thighs, taking in that musk and caramel flavor, sweet and salty, absolutely delectable.

He felt his cock twitch hard in his jeans and gasped as it shifted against the zipper, pleasure and pain all at once, having to pull away just to make sure that he didn’t come like a horny fucking teenager getting his first taste of slick.

Instead, he hauled John’s arms up, pinning both wrists in one of his hands at the small of the omega’s back – gripping tightly enough to make sure he wouldn’t escape as he reached around to stroke his fingers over the omega’s fat little clit, the textured fingertips of the gloves he wore more than enough to have the omega screaming in pleasure again.

“Yeah,” Simon snarled, feeling himself slipping into the instinctual pit of his rut-brain. “Yeah, c’mon, come again for me. Need you to come, need to get you on my knot, omega. Gonna make sure that you’re all fuckin’ pupped up, gonna make sure that this cunt is mine.”

John barely lasted more than a few seconds after that – and this time Simon watched in awe as the omega’s entire body seized up, flailing as well as he could with his wrists trapped, eyes rolling back in his head as he again shrieked at the feeling. A wild gush of slick followed, the omega running out of air in his lungs as he squirted enough to soak Simon’s jeans all the way down to his knees.

And then the omega dropped. From tense and wildly writhing to entirely slack, even as the vibrator continued buzzing along.

Simon had to nearly bite through his cheek to keep himself from immediately thrusting against the omega, taking in deep breaths that only served to flood his senses with more John. But eventually, he dropped the omega’s wrists and shuffled backwards as he realized that the omega had fully passed out.

It had him growling quietly, careful to not touch himself too firmly as he slowly undid his jeans and peeled them down his thighs. He doubted the scent of Johnny’s slick would ever come out of the fabric now – it’d be the perfect thing to keep, in case Simon ever wanted to hunt the man down like a fucking bloodhound, track him to his home and make sure that Johnny had indeed ended up full and heavy with their child.

God. He needed it, like he needed air to breathe – like the way he needed to get his knot in Johnny hours ago.

Perhaps it should’ve been more of a concern, how lost Simon was in his own need. He’d done this enough times to know how to control himself, to keep himself in check. Hell, he’d never even struggled to outright deny an omega in heat when necessary, content to tease such desperate slags by fucking them without ever forcing them down on his knot.

Maybe it was the summer heat finally getting to him, too. Maybe his rut had been kickstarted by the omega’s heat-scent. Maybe it was more than anything that he would expect.

But right now he wasn’t concerned with anything other than getting inside of his omega.

So, finally peeling off his gloves, he crawled back onto the bed where John was still laying, unconscious and barely twitching.

The vibrator was still going strong even now, and Simon finally pulled it out and tossed it away. He tugged at the dildo, momentarily forgetting that the knot was fully inflated, but then he released the air inside of it and pulled it out as well, tossing it away just like the vibrator.

Then he held John’s hips with a harsh grip, thrusting between his thighs with a long groan.

Perhaps it was a good thing that the omega had passed out, when it meant that Johnny’s body would be nice and lax, especially after having a knot – fake as it might be – stretching him out a decent ways at least.

Simon’s cock was nearly as thick around as the dildo’s knot was, and his actual knot was damn near the size of a baseball, if not larger.

Still, in the throes of heat, he was sure that Johnny could take it. Simon would make damn sure that he would.

“Fuck,” he groaned deep in his chest as he pressed the tip of his cock against the omega’s cunt. Simon’s balls ached, feeling tight and full. Ready to knock up his pretty little Johnny, pump him full of so much cum that he’d look pregnant before he ever pulled out. Still, he pushed those thoughts away for now, willing himself to not come before he could at least get knot-deep in the cunt that felt like it was truly sucking him in.

It was unnerving, almost annoying, to not hear the omega whimpering and whining as he pushed into him, but it was also unbelievably arousing to hear nothing but his own breaths, his own quiet grunts, and the slick sound of John’s cunt as he rocked back and forth, fucking ever deeper. Every little squelch and pop, all the ways that slick was forced out of the omega, and then, as Simon pressed as deeply as he could get and rocked his hips a few times – the quiet plap, plap, plap of his balls wetly slapping against the omega’s dripping cunt.

“Yesss,” Simon hissed, quiet. He’d never had such an easy time getting his entire length into anyone, always having to stop and be polite and wait for his partners to be ready for him to fill them with the next inch before stopping and waiting and being polite again, over and over and over, until they eventually kicked him out of their bed.

The thought of ever having to do that with Johnny made him snarl. Somehow he just knew that the omega would be a slag, even out of his heat. The type of omega to wrap his legs around Simon’s waist and drag him in, letting the alpha bully his cock all the way inside of him in one go.

Simon leaned over the omega’s back, licking up over the top of his spine, growling at the taste of salt and sweat and pleasure, grabbing Johnny by the hair and dragging his limp head up. He couldn’t fight the urge to bite, sinking his teeth as far as he dared into John’s shoulder. It didn’t even earn him a twitch, and he barely pulled out and started fucking him with short little thrusts, never pulling out much, grinding deep as he continued biting over the omega’s shoulders. In just a few minutes they were starting to look like some sort of patchwork impressionist canvas, John’s perfectly tan skin painted with dark red hickies that would soon be fading into dark, aching bruises, red lines where Simon’s fangs dragged harshly over his skin, and pinprick dots that beaded and dripped with blood.

From the tip of John’s shoulder to dangerously high on his neck, close to his mating gland, Simon couldn’t help but leave some mark of his ownership, making sure that everyone that looked at John would know that he was owned.

Christ, he needed to come so badly. He needed to come, he needed to knot his omega, he needed to knot Johnny up and keep him bred.

He needed to hear his omega beg for it.

Simon was forced to let John’s head drop back to the sheets, still unresponsive despite the fact that he now had a cock deep in his guts, one that Simon was sure would hit every need that the omega felt.

Shifting to hold his weight with his other arm, he reached down to once again play with the omega's clit, wondering if he could tease some life back into him. But outside of a couple of twitches, and a clench around Simon’s cock that made him growl deep in his chest, he got nothing.

So, instead, he pulled out just enough to make sure his balls weren’t at risk – and he slapped the omega's clit. Once got him a twitch, twice got him a gasp and a flutter of lashes, but the third finally had Johnny’s eyes flying open with a garbled scream, a hand grasping around Simon’s wrist, sharp nails digging into his skin.

And then the omega was clenching around him, so tight that Simon almost couldn’t move at all, despite the way that he fastened a tight grip around the omega’s hips and pulled him closer. He could feel the way that Johnny’s cunt was trying to milk him dry, coming around him as the omega wailed, but he grit his teeth and resisted the urge to come already. He couldn’t. Not yet.

Not until he could get his knot in Johnny.

So he weathered the waves of that tight clench and pull of the omega’s cunt, the siren call of pleasure, and waited until Johnny’s orgasm passed.

Now, Johnny was sprawled out underneath him, eyes wet, his body shaking in some combination of overwhelm and exhaustion, and Simon couldn’t help the proud growl that rumbled out of him. He’d done that, he’d fucked his omega out so well that the man couldn’t even get his eyes to focus, couldn’t do much more but follow his body’s instinctual need to suck the cock in his guts in deeper.

Simon needed to see more of it. He needed to see the way that he’d ruined his omega.

So, against that part of him that screeched and howled in displeasure at him, he pulled out – but only just long enough to flip Johnny onto his back.

It had the omega’s head flopping, rocking back and forth slightly as he stared up at Simon with a bleary gaze.

“Fucked stupid, aren’t you?” Simon growled around his grin, licking over his fangs as he saw the little trails and streaks of blood that had dripped down and mixed with Johnny’s sweat around his shoulders. “Couldn’t even fight me off if you wanted to, I bet. Not that you want to – cunt’s too hungry to be filled, isn't it?”

The omega made an indistinct sound, and Simon led his cock back to that perfect, pretty cunt – it looked fucked raw already, puffy and red, and it made him feel like a starved animal.

But when he pushed back inside, it was better than heaven. Fuck, Johnny was so tight, so perfect, letting him in with little more than a cock-drunk mumble, all the way until Simon shoved himself deep enough that his back twitched into a sweet, tense arch.

Simon moaned at the feeling, eyes fluttering shut for just a moment as he looked down – palming over the bulge that threatened to ruin Johnny’s guts. So fucking deep that he could see, could feel himself through the omega’s skin. Christ, with how tense and full his balls felt, he really would be making the omega look pregnant once he came.

“Gonna breed you up,” Simon murmured, almost breathless as he rolled his hips. “Gonna fuck you so fucking full it can’t help but take. Gonna make you mine, sweet thing, my omega.”

Johnny just whined, his head barely twitching with a nod as his body was dragged into motion by Simon’s hands. He stayed so delightfully pliant, barely making any other sound than little moans and whines, his throat apparently too fucked after his screaming earlier to be capable of more than that.

It made the wet sounds of his cunt all the more obvious, under the growls and snarls that Simon let out as he pressed Johnny ever further into the sheets, having to nearly tug the omega back into place when his thrusts had them sliding up the sheets little by little. The feeling only had him growling harder, his instincts turning nonsensical, demanding that he keep the omega from trying to run from him, leaning down to press his fangs directly to Johnny’s untouched mating gland – licking over it with a feral sound that was ripped straight from his chest.

With a monumental effort he kept himself from biting down, but only just – every part of him was just begging to latch his jaw around the place where Johnny’s scent was strongest, to maul him until he was constantly imbued with the scent of Simon as well, blood and spit and that special concoction of pheromones that made his scent his own.

But then he felt the way that the omega’s entire body seemed to ripple and twitch, an intense shudder making its way through him the moment that Simon’s knot finally started to catch. It had the alpha’s breathing hitching, coming faster – hips pistoning faster against the omega’s thighs as he finally started chasing his release. He’d been teased for so long, holding himself back. But now that he had his finish within reach, he was determined to make it perfect, longing for the tight clench of a cunt stretched to its limits around his knot.

It didn’t take long for it to become nearly impossible to pull out again, but Simon bullied himself out, getting a cracking wail from Johnny – only for the omega to choke on the sound when he thrust back in, leaning up once again to get the leverage Simon needed to haul that perfectly pliant body closer and sink as deep as he could get.

For a few moments, he almost thought that Johnny truly wouldn’t be able to take it, despite how long Simon had taken to prepare him. But then he shifted, leaning his weight into it, straining to get where his instincts screamed he needed to be – and with a slick noise, the omega’s cunt finally allowed him entrance, immediately locking his knot into place.

The satisfaction of it was the final straw that threw him over the edge, coming so hard that black spots swarmed his vision, heart pumping faster than it rightfully should with the euphoria striking through him. He could feel every twitch of his cock, every strained clench of Johnny’s cunt around him, truly stretched to its limit with the girth of his knot. Faintly he could feel Johnny sobbing, head thrashing from side to side with the overwhelm he surely must be feeling, but for several moments Simon couldn’t offer anything but a moan.

By the time the ecstasy cleared enough for him to have any reasonable thought, Simon felt as if he had been put through the wringer. Still, he wasn’t done – not quite. His instincts still shoved him along, insisting beyond all reason that he needed to make sure that his efforts weren’t all for naught, he needed to make sure that his seed took.

His hand fumbled to the side, searching, a coarse growl rumbling out of him when he had to stretch and shift on the bed. John surely wasn’t very amused, a pained whimper falling from his lips.

The omega’s eyes were closed, close to falling asleep again after being thoroughly fucked out by now.

It meant that he didn’t get any warning before the vibrator pressed to his clit and turned on again.

Simon’s nose barely dodged being broken when John’s hands flew up, scrambling for purchase as his overworked nerves were once again relentlessly assaulted with sensation. For a moment it was like the omega couldn’t breathe, lungs frozen with shock as he mouthed nonsensical words, babbling in silence before he again shrieked.

One fist beat against Simon’s chest, his shoulder, while the other curled and clawed harsh red lines down his side. The omega was inconsolable, sobbing and writhing as if he was trying to turn over and crawl away, but Simon just clamped a hand around John’s hip and kept him there.

He could feel the vibrations from the toy as well, the burn of overstimulation, the way that it had his balls drawing up dangerously. It made him grind his hips just that much closer to the omega’s, baring his teeth with a snarl, fangs dripping as Simon nearly drooled from the feeling.

“One more, baby,” he snarled, the words thick and unwieldy in his mouth when the urge to bite was coming back stronger than ever. “Come for me just one more time, be a good omega, let me breed this pretty cunt.”

Something in the words seemed to trigger something in John this time, those blue eyes snapping open and locking onto him even through the tears that filled them.

And then the omega lunged, coming up off the bed and yanking Simon down before he could react – fangs sinking into his neck.

It had Simon gasping in shock, catching himself with one arm as his hips tried to piston in short, aborted motions that tugged at his knot and threw him over the edge of another orgasm. He could feel the omega pull back from the first bite, just to sink his teeth in again, and again, and again – mauling him, leaving wounds that trickled blood with each one.

Each one had Simon shivering, heat throbbing through him, eyes rolling when John bit just once more and settled there. The omega seemed to almost be gnawing on him, gentle flexes of his jaw once the immediate surge of pleasure eased up. It made Simon realize that the vibrator had fallen away in the throes of their shared orgasm, now buzzing along somewhere near John’s hip.

“Fuck,” he murmured, blinking slowly. John’s heat had already put him into a state of pre-rut, but with the absolute mad bastard of an omega having bitten his own mating gland, he’d probably be falling into a full rut here soon.

John, obviously enough, didn’t seem to mind anything of the sort, simply holding Simon there for a while like some literal bloody chew toy. He even started purring again, content and unconcerned of what he was doing to Simon’s job, not to mention both of their lives after having bitten and bonded to the alpha, until John’s jaw finally relaxed enough to release the alpha.

The omega just stared up at the baffled alpha, gaze bleary and blinking almost comically slowly. His mouth was liberally smeared with blood that had dribbled down his chin, down along his throat – and maybe Simon should be more concerned with the blood still slowly slipping down his neck, but his attention was more caught by the way John’s tongue flicked out to swipe over his lips before the omega grinned.

“Don’ be a coward,” the man slurred out, before his eyes finally slid closed and his body once more went utterly still.

~~~

“It’s my fault, really, sir,” Janice said, her eyes tense with genuine remorse, Simon sitting in the seat next to her, scowling at the floor as he resisted the urge to scratch at the bandages at his neck.

She was a good enough actor to cover his ass, and Simon couldn’t be more thankful for that, after his carefully laid plans had been thrown into spectacular ruin.

“The patient was being difficult, I couldn’t get him inside on his own, so Dr. Riley came to help,” the beta explained. “I wasn’t expecting him to decide to bite Dr. Riley like he did.”

“You couldn’t have gotten the driver to help?” The owner of the clinic, Sean Cobalt – a generally kind man with steely blue eyes and greying, pale brown hair. Simon wouldn’t be surprised if Sean had ties to something underground, despite how generous he was. Something about him just made Simon’s instincts prickle with a strange sort of fear – one of the few men on earth that Simon couldn’t help but be intimidated by.

Janice grimaced. “The driver had another call to take care of, sir, he left the moment I managed to get the omega out of the truck.”

“So, Simon just came out to help, and the patient just… jumped him?”

Janice nodded, and Simon forced himself to give a slow, passive blink, as if he wasn’t fighting to not sweat under Sean’s gaze.

But eventually, the man just gave a deep sigh as he glanced towards the door. “Alright. You’re lucky, Simon. You know I still have to report this, but it won’t be going to court at least.”

Simon deflated slightly before he could catch himself, but when he looked up Sean only gave him an empathetic grimace. “Yes, sir,” he mumbled out, hand grazing over the bandage covering his neck.

“Besides, being mated might be good for you. At least this can’t happen again.” Sean waved a hand, vaguely referring to the current situation.

With a grunt, Simon nodded and stood, moving to leave. He didn’t want to stay near Sean any longer than necessary, regardless of whether or not the man was his boss, especially not when he had things to do.

But the man stopped him just as he reached the door, calling to him as Janice also stood to follow him.

“Sir?” Simon looked back, wary.

But Sean just smiled a little, the corners of his eyes wrinkling with amusement. “Watch out with that omega. He seems pretty fierce.”

Simon huffed a dry excuse of a laugh, opening the door and stepping out.

He got barely two steps before he had a warm body pressing into his side, sliding under his arm and nearly knocking him off balance. Blue eyes stared up at him, an unflinching smirk cutting into him.

John was certainly… interesting. They hadn’t even been out of the heat room for a full two days, and the omega was already making himself an incessant distraction, always standing as closely as he could, pestering Simon for every touch and every ounce of attention that the alpha would give him and then demanding more.

“So, what did he say? Did he believe you?” The man damn near purred into his ear, standing far closer than necessary.

Janice slipped past them with a curt goodbye, immediately focused more on her phone than the newly bonded pair she was leaving behind. Simon sighed, watching her go and feeling mildly betrayed – he wasn’t sure he was ready to deal with another few hours of Johnny, despite the way his gut stirred with interest with the man’s simple proximity. The omega was already proving to be dangerous for his mental state.

“Yes,” Simon groused, gripping the nape of John’s neck and dragging him away from the office door behind them before Sean could overhear anything, leading the way towards the exit of the building. “He believed that you were enough of a feral little shit that you jumped me the moment that Janice tried to get you into your room.”

Johnny laughed, leaning into the hand that led him, fluttering long lashes at the alpha. “Seems pretty accurate, though usually I end up tearing throats out when it comes to alphas.”

In return, Simon gripped his neck a bit harder at the thought of Johnny’s fangs getting anywhere near the neck of another alpha. His instincts didn’t seem to care much whether or not the man was talking about likely killing those other alphas, either. “Lucky me,” he growled, the force of his glower making the woman sitting at the front desk of Sean’s office building shy away.

Still, that didn’t seem to dissuade Johnny in the least as the omega purred, bumping the slope of his nose against the underside of Simon’s jaw. “Yeah, lucky you. Came out of this mess with an omega of your own, and you get to keep your job.” It was followed with an appeasing swipe of his tongue, an attempt at soothing Simon’s ruffled instincts that was just as animal and feral as the omega himself.

It did work, though, as Simon stepped out of the building just behind Johnny, scruffing the omega properly now – scrubbing his chin against the side of the shorter man’s head to scent him. Johnny melted at the treatment, purring a bit louder as he leaned into Simon enough that it made the alpha take a step back to keep from toppling over.

Simon ignored the stares that such a display drew, his other hand coming up to run through the shaved parts of Johnny’s hair, finally losing the fight against the smirk that had been threatening to break through.

A ‘fierce’ omega, indeed.