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Wise has two alphas.
Which is funny, considering he’s a beta.
One alpha was already considered bizarre enough, but two? He was a walking anomaly that had the people of the street stop to whisper about him behind their hands like he couldn’t hear or see them.
It wasn’t odd nowadays for betas to be partnered with omegas or alphas. But two alphas?
Even with his weak nose he knows how he smells – of two virile alphas who have limited boundaries when it comes to marking him. A brush of a hand over his hair, or a teasing mouth nipping at his neck, there is always a touch upon his person that leaves him smelling of deep, dark desire.
Lycaon is the perfect alpha, large and protective in equal measure, a poster child for what a prime example of what an alpha should be. Hugo, on the other hand, masquerades as someone weaker than what he actually was, toeing the line between alpha and omega on a razor sharp balancing line with a laugh. Compared to Lycaon, Hugo is waifish and complacent when it comes to people assuming things, but with Wise, Hugo’s large hands have no trouble grabbing onto his waist to hold him still as he bites into his mate marks.
Between the two, Hugo is more teasing than upfront, the complete opposite of Lycaon who speaks clearly about his wants and desires. And when together, they work together flawlessly when it comes to undoing him.
But in the sober morning of light, it’s a volleyball match of sneered words and backhanded insults.
“It is one of the most subpar breakfast foods and you’re feeding it to our mate? Ugh,” Hugo scoffs, flicking his bangs from his face with a graceful flick of his wrist. “I thought you had better taste than that, Lycaon.”
“I don’t recall inviting you to sit at the table with us to partake in this meal,” Lycaon says, his butler-like exterior keeping his face neutrally blank. “You are more than welcome to leave if the food is not up to your standards.”
“And leave my charming mate bereft of my presence?”
Wise sighs as Hugo slides his arms around his neck and pulls him close, sleep clinging stubbornly to his lashes to care about the fight. Especially not after the triathlon of sex they had put him through last night. He just wants some food and coffee before facing the day.
“You forget, I’m also his mate,” Lycaon reminds the blonde man, who shrugs it off like a trivial fact he cares little to know about. “His first mate before you bullied your way into our relationship.”
“And before that, you and I were mates,” Hugo says, the whisper softness of his voice hiding the daggers in each word. “Until you threw me away.”
Lycaon none too carefully slams down the platter of French toast, teeth exposed as he snarls, “Bringing up the past is a desperate move for attention, and I’m not giving it to you.”
“Ah, sounds like our past all over again. Me, desperate for your gaze, only to be rebuffed. Good thing I have a willing mate who gives me the time of day.”
“Enough,” Wise says as he stands, gathering his plate up. “I’m tired of hearing this between you two. I’m going to eat this in my room. No,” he says to the men that seem to move towards him at the same time. “You’re not invited. Figure yourselves out before you push me away.”
A sign of an oncoming rut, Wise thinks as he closes the door to his room, thumbing through the calendar on his phone and doing some quick math. That had to be the reason they were both so testy, more than usual. They could at least get through the majority of the day without a snarky comment before, but Wise feels the need to duck whenever words are flung back and forth in case they contained daggers.
His nose isn’t sensitive to the changing of scents. He is a beta, after all, in case you hadn’t read the second sentence of this story. Wise doesn’t experience mood swings or aggression when the sex season descends, can’t smell when his mates moods change. It makes him feel…inadequate isn’t the right word, but it’s the only one he can think of.
He’s normal by societies standards, and even he wonders how he managed to get two walking sex gods as his mates to begin with. He usually chalks it up to his charisma and self-sacrificial tendencies that must tickle the need to protect in the alphas, but he truly can’t even begin to understand why they like him. All he knows is that one day he was mate free, and the next he had woken up with twin bite marks, cum in his ass, and two heavy bodies sleeping peacefully on either side of him in his too small bed.
(He has since sized up the mattress.)
Hey, he can’t complain. It had been the best sex of his young life.
Even if he couldn’t walk for the next few days.
Now, after the honeymoon period has worn off slightly, he can see past the polish that has faded away and see that…he might not be enough.
So he does the only thing he can think of.
He calls Nicole.
Nicole, who meets up with him at the local coffee shop, who stares at him as he tells her, “I can’t tell Belle anything, because she will literally hide their bodies. I don’t know who else to turn to.”
“Not your mates?” she asks tentatively, candy bright nails skimming around the rim of her free coffee he had bribed her with.
He winces. “Especially not them. I just want to give my point of view and see if I’m just making this a bigger deal than it has to be.”
His friend nods, leaning back in her chair and gesturing towards him. “Alright, let me hear it.”
“They’ve been fighting more lately,” he reveals. “Escalating every time they so much as look at each other outside of the bedroom. It might be because of their upcoming ruts that have synced together, but they’re more…verbose now.”
“They’re bitchy,” Nicole comments, nodding as Wise sighs.
“I wasn’t trying to put it that way, but…yes, they’re very bitchy.”
“Do you think, perhaps, it’s because there’s a lack of an omega partner to help soothe their alpha instincts?” Nicole says, hesitant. Now her nails tap along the side of the cup.
Wise blinks as he turns to look at her. “What do you mean?”
“Okay, don’t give me that look! I’m just saying, that there are a lot of studies that say the lack of an omega partner can cause aggression in alpha’s, especially when there’s more than one in a relationship. Since you’re a beta, you…” Nicole waves her hand towards him like that would be sufficient. When he just gives her a blank look, she sighs. “You aren’t able to rein them in because you don’t have the same biology as an omega.”
Now, Wise was proud to be a beta. He would be proud to be an omega or an alpha, but since his dice had been rolled and had given him this lot in life, he was proud of what he was. So he doesn’t feel the insecurity many beta’s feel about their designation, about being perfectly normal. It was certainly better than being hyper-aggressive or prone to mating instincts to be bred.
So he feels there is no fault on his side as he says, “They seem to heed my words enough when I asked them to stop.”
“Because they are your mates, so they will listen to you in some regard since you are in a relationship with them. But their instincts are a different matter entirely.”
“So I’m not sufficient as a partner because I’m not an omega?”
“No,” she says, drawing the word out as she thinks. “I think, sometimes, there’s things about instincts we can’t fight against. Your relationship is accepted by today’s standards, and you’re doing rather well in it. But when it comes to ruts, do you really think your beta ass will be able to soothe the aggressive sexual output that they have?”
Ah.
Wise has yet to take a knot, and not by his own choice. He’s asked for it, sure, but his mates always pull away before the final measure that would lock them together.
“They won’t hurt me,” he says almost defensively, and shrinks down when Nicole shakes her head.
“That’s not what I mean and you know it. It might be time to consider a rut service, or…”
“Or?” he pushes, and Nicole seems to ponder that word before she brightens.
Somehow that makes it more scary.
“Well luckily for you, my friend, I just so happen to know a chemist that is working on a perfume that gives you the calming pheromones of an omega!” Her eyes avoid his for a moment as she rattles off, “Of course, there is a risk of side effects like a pseudo heat and being overly emotional, maybe diarrhea…”
“Nicole, is this thing legal?”
“Of course it is! All drugs always have side effects!” When her eyes refuse to meet his, Wise already knows the answer to his question. “It just needs to go through some clinical trials first before it can be approved…”
“Clinical trials?”
“So you agree?” The shiftiness turns into slyness, her eyes flitting over to him with sparkles.
He should say no. He’s going to say no. He says –
“Do you think it will work?”
– which, shit, hadn’t been what he wanted to say at all.
Nicole shrugs. “It still hasn’t been widely tested, so there’s a chance there won’t be much of a difference. But, hey, it’s not like you have to ingest anything! It’s more of a scent thing that you spray on yourself.”
“And how much are you going to charge me?” he asks dryly.
“For you? Nothing,” she says, surprising him. “I would just like a full report on the effects it has on your alphas.”
“So I’m a guinea pig?”
“More like a guinea beta.” She pats him on the arm consolingly. “The worst than can happen is that it doesn’t work.”
“And the best thing?”
“You calm their bitchiness down to normal levels.”
And, really, when she puts it that way, he can’t really say no.
~*~
The package shows up the next day.
Wise signs for it, thankful that his nosy lovers are not there to inquire about it as he takes it upstairs to his room and cuts the tape that seals the box.
Inside it’s…rather underwhelming.
It’s a perfectly nondescript perfume bottle, a tiny vial that makes it look like a sample that had come with another order.
Wise inspects it, turning it this way and that, but there’s nothing particularly amazing about it. Even the scent, when he lightly spritzes the air in front of him, smells of nothing.
This is what Nicole wanted him to test out?
And as he sits and thinks about it, he wonder just what he was doing.
“I’ll talk to them tonight,” he decides. “This was a stupid idea anyway. Communication is more important than pretending to be something I am not.”
And he…puts it in the drawer and closes it.
He doesn’t need it.
Wise is perfectly fine being a beta, and his two alphas are perfectly fine with him being a beta, so what was the point in trying to be something he wasn’t just because they were on the edge of a rut and bitchy at each other? If he couldn’t handle them then this wasn’t a relationship worth having, but he was ready to fight, to draw lines in the sand and put the two alphas in their place.
Confident in his choice, he goes about his day.
It’s no different than the day before that, or even the day before that.
Except…
“Hey, babe,” the customer returning the tape drawls, leaning against the counter and grinning down at him. “You come here often?”
“I own this store?” Wise returns, hesitant, like he has to think about it. But the odd question has thrown him off. “You have a late fee—”
“You accept under the table payments? Because I prefer over the table instead.” The man licks his lips, and Wise stares at him unseeingly.
What?
“What?” he repeats, because it needs to be heard.
“Bet you’re real pretty when you’re desperate,” is the continued stream of nonsense. “God, you really thought you could work smelling like you do?”
Wise is aware that his own scent has been explained as fresh and clean, but he’s not sure how that translates into whatever this guy is talking about. And when he looks around the rest of the store, he sees people looking at him from the corner of their eyes. Not in confusion, oh no, but in what he has come to know as lust.
Towards him.
But he hadn’t – oh.
Oh shit.
Yes he had.
He had sprayed the pheromones. Not on him directly, no, but he had sprayed it.
Diffusion is a bitch he thinks.
Feeling like prey in a cage full of predators, Wise smiles.
Under the desk, he thumbs a single emoji into the group chat he shares with his two mates and sends it.
“I have two mates,” he says, which should be a natural deterrent.
But the man just shakes his head, gesturing towards his neck. “Yeah? Well, those bites marks must be fake then, because if you were really mated I wouldn’t be able to smell you.” His voice lowers, and the hair on the back of Wise’s neck rises in warning. “You smell so fucking good, baby.”
The good thing about being a beta is that he isn’t susceptible to an alpha’s commands. He can’t even feel the pressure of them, not even the hint of a tickle for him to submit. So he stands his ground, firm as he says, “If you leave now, I’ll disregard the late fee. But if you continue to be a problem, I’ll double it.”
The customer coos, like Wise is the cutest thing in the world. “Look at you, trying to stand up to me. God, I can’t wait to break that little attitude of yours—urgk!”
“How about I break your face, hm?” Hugo replies sweetly from where he stands behind the man, hand tightening from where it wraps around the column of the customer’s neck. Wise slumps in relief. “I think my darling mate already told you he was taken.”
When those bi-colored eyes cut to the rest of the customers, they all jump and cower at the superior alpha. “You all can leave as well.”
Hugo drops the man, who scrambles away – only to back up into the thick metal legs of Lycaon.
“Pardon me,” the wolf Thiren says in a low, tough voice, but Wise can hear the get the fuck out clear as day in the tone.
The store clears instantly, and Wise breathes a sigh of relief.
“Thanks for getting here so fast,” he says, hand on his chest as he wills his heart to slow down. “I was getting ready to pull out the…what are you doing?” he breaks off into a squeak as a slender nose coasts up his neck, inhaling deeply.
“Wise, what is…” Hugo trails off, pulling back. His eyes are dilated into pinpricks. “What is this?”
The pheromones, Wise thinks, raising his hands defensively as Lycaon walks over to take his own whiff. “It’s not what you—”
“False pheromones of an omega?” Lycaon questions, and Wise has not encountered the Thiren ever being angry, but there’s something in his tone that makes him instinctively bring his shoulders up. “What is the purpose of that?”
“Listen—”
They don’t listen.
No, a thick arm wraps around his waist and tosses him over a broad shoulder, and Wise is treated to the lovely view of the Thiren’s tail and ass the whole way up the stairs, Hugo following silently behind like some sort of phantom.
When Wise lands on his back on the bed with a startled oomph, he barely has time to open his mouth before Hugo has found the small vial that had been shoved into the back of a drawer, holding it between his thumb and his forefinger.
“It seems our mate is unsatisfied with us,” Hugo laments, sighing dramatically as he crushes it. “I’m hurt.”
Lycaon nods, posture easily falling into prim and proper. But his voice is dark and aching, a cool rumble that makes sweat break out on the back of Wise’s neck. “I think some corrective measures are in order.”
“Oh, my favorite measures.”
Wise swallows as the two men advance on him. It’s not fear that keeps him rooted, but the unspoken demand that leaks from the alphas.
Stay.
Being a beta, his sensitivity to commands was different, but when there were two larger men on either side of him leaning down to whisper horrible, beautiful things in his ears as they strip him, he feels a new weakness that threatens to make his trembling legs give out from under him and send him toppling to the floor. The immense aura the two exude cannot be ignored as they turn it on him full blast.
It’s how Wise finds himself held down, eyes wrapped with a blindfold and ass red with the handprints of his mates.
They take turns with their punishment, switching between kissing him and spanking him. Choking on tongues, unable to set this issue straight with the truth, but he’s too drunk on the pleasure that fills his veins with each smart tap to his skin. It never hurts, the sting always soothed by a warm palm and a lick of a tongue.
He’s naked and splayed out for their pleasure, a feast for the beasts that press teeth to skin and lick down his body. When lips wrap around his cock, a thick tongue presses into his mouth to silence his cries when he shouts. They work together to undo him, unraveling his tangled string of pleasure and pulling it tight between their fingers.
He can’t even call out for patience, not when the tongue in his mouth is replaced with a cock, slicked up fingers sliding into his ass by the second lover.
(He knows he can stop this with a few taps to his thigh, but he doesn’t want to.)
Nerves scream with pleasure as the fingers strike unerringly at his prostate, but the tight grip to the base of his cock is enough to stymie any type of completion.
“You’ll cum when we say you can, darling,” is the whispered threat pressed to his ear, and Wise can only whimper and arch under the ministrations as best he can. “That’s our boy.”
Another finger, distinctly different from the three already inside of him, presses in alongside the others that already wreck him. It’s tight, and he moans around the intrusion in his mouth, drooling sliding down his cheeks.
“Shh,” comes the almost taunting croon, the velvet voice indistinguishable from how low and rough it goes. “You can take it, darling. Remember, you wanted to be our good little omega, didn’t you?”
No, Wise wants to say, but the words settle deep into his traitorous heart, squeezing a band of desire around it that makes him almost moan in agreement.
When a cock presses inside of him, Wise is gone enough to not be able to guess whose it is.
Pleasure sings up his spine as they push and pull him astride the lover that plows into his body, kept there by lovingly cruel hands. Mouth free, he calls out their names, interspersed with pleas that ask for more, that ask for patience and deliverance alongside the wickedness of desire.
It’s a toss up between his voice and the sounds of flesh smacking against flesh that fill the room more, and there’s the sinking feeling it’s not his voice that is louder.
Wise hiccups as a slender finger drifts around his smoothed rim, dipping in alongside the cock that already spears him open.
“Maybe you want to be greedy and have us both?” Hugo questions. “To press myself into you right next to Lycaon and ruin you for anyone else?”
The idea should not be appealing. Two alpha cocks and one beta ass? The math did not math, but his thinking capacity was all in the wrong head at the moment, his cock twitching at the mere thought of it.
“If you’re so desperate to be an omega, we can treat you like one.” The voice deepens, rich and dark as the crooning starts. “You’ll be so pretty when you’re pregnant, won’t you, darling?”
Wise wasn’t one for fantastical ideas about pregnancy, but the image burns into his blindless eyes for just a moment. It settles into his brain, a completely impossible scenario that his cock can’t help but react to as it bobs and twitches between his wet thighs.
“Hugo,” he chokes out, breathless and ready to beg, but a firm grip around his neck stops him as the warm body of his lover slots up along his back.
“What do you say when you want something, Wise?”
Please is the first thought, but it doesn’t sound right when he tastes it on his tongue. No, it’s dry and unremarkable, unable to fully contain his need and desperation that he feels boiling up. So he tries—
“Alpha,” he whispers, and the two men that surround him stiffen. So he tries again, putting as much whimper as he can into the word. “Alpha!”
This is not who he is.
Wise is a beta, who doesn’t fall into the same needy headspace as an omega. He doesn’t need to nest or feel anything special when called by his designation, isn’t much of a nurturing type and can’t have children. But the words that tumble his mouth are lined with an omegan need that he doesn’t understand, but it just feels right. Like a lost puzzle piece that has been dusted off and slotted neatly into place, finishing the picture.
So he can’t help but sob in relief as he feels the tip of a cock nudge up against the already smoothed out rim of his ass, a slender finger pulling it open despite the tautness.
He’ll break, he thinks.
But past there is another thought, deep down where he smothers all the terrible things he doesn’t want to bring to light. And it whispers god I hope I break.
Large palms slide down to his ass to help hold him wide, the thrusting of the cock that rearranges his guts pausing as Hugo starts to push in.
Oh, Wise can feel it in his throat. It’s nothing like anything he’s ever experienced before, not with his usually two gentle lovers that enjoy taking him apart. They were never this brazen, never pushed him past his boundaries even when he hinted that he wanted to try. But now, influenced by the idea that he wanted to be an omega, those sweet veneers had been stripped away, and in their place it leaves two powerful men who take what they want from his body.
And he likes it.
He likes the burn and the stretch, the feeling of it being too much as they move shallowly. His body is not built to take the knot of an alpha, never mind one, but all his fevered mind can think about is taking more, taking it deep, up against a womb he doesn’t have.
“Knot me,” he begs, not recognizing his own voice. It’s too soft, too broken, desperate and hungry. He buries his face into Lycaon’s shoulder, rubbing it back and forth until the blindfold shifts. “Please!”
A pleased kiss is pressed behind his ear, followed by the gentle scrape of teeth. “Look at our beautiful boy, asking so beautifully.” The teeth grab hold of the blindfold and pull it off with a quick tug. “Look at us and say it again.”
He has to blink away the dots that hover in his vision, but it’s still hard to see through the tears that line his lashes. There’s a haze he can’t seem to shake away, that make the sight of his mates more appealing, and he gives into the quiet demand that is whispered into his ears again by his blonde lover.
“Tell us, Wise, what you want.”
“Fill me,” he whines, throwing his head back as one of gives an off rhythm thrust. He reaches back, touching over silken knots and heated skin. “Give me this,” he continues, trying to fight past the need to just nonverbally demand what he wanted with his body alone.
“Mm, but have you a good enough boy to receive that gift?” Lycaon questions, sounding completely unruffled despite the way Wise can feel him throb inside of his ass. “Even going as far to go behind our backs.”
No, Wise wants to argue. It had been an accident!
“But what you fail to realize, Wise, is that we want you regardless of your designation.” Lycaon levels a look over his shoulder, tongue reaching out to lick over Hugo’s mouth. “And we hope to show you how badly we love you, and how desperately we’ve been holding back.”
Two sets of hands settle on his hips.
Two sets of teeth return to the marks they’ve made in his neck.
Two knots force themselves up into his body.
Three bodies lock together.
And Wise might be bad at math, or maybe his mind is too far gone to understand how it works, but it feels like one. One singular heartbeat, shared among them, as they spill deep inside of his body, the explosion of their orgasm kickstarting his.
It’s wet and violent and so utterly perfect that even after their knots deflate (and, boy, that’s a lot of fucking cum coming out of him) and they settle him in a pile of pillows, that Wise is kind enough (read: fucked out enough) not to tear into them just yet.
But his brain reboots eventually, the old internet dialing noise screaming in his ears as he sits up.
“You two are idiots,” he bites out, holding up a finger to stop the automatic rebuttal he can see Hugo start to muster. “I wasn’t going to use it,” he gets out, voice scratchy and wrecked as he glares up at the two men who look away. “It must have gotten on me when I sprayed it to see if I could smell it, but it wasn’t on purpose. I’m fine being the way I am.”
“Be that as it may, why do you even have it in your possession?” Hugo inquires softly, tone more questioning than accusing, soft despite the way it digs at the heart of the issue.
Wise sighs and leans back, wincing as his ass twinges. “I might have expressed some concern to a friend who has some shady connections to the medical world.”
“Concerns?” Now Lycaon is the one to question him, his single eye wide in surprise. “You have concerns?”
Caught, it’s Wise's turn to shift his gaze to somewhere other than the two men. “Everyone has concerns. It’s nothing deep.”
“It must be worrisome enough for you to go to Nicole of all people,” the Thiren says, already working out who was his mysterious supplier. “Are we that poor of partners that you can’t tell us?”
Sighing, Wise shakes his head. “I just felt…inadequate in being able to handle your increasing temperaments that let me know your ruts were approaching. One I can handle, but two? And with you two being at each other’s throats, I felt like I was doing something wrong or not able to handle the fluctuations of your emotions.”
Hugo sits delicately next to him, placing a hand on his thigh and gently squeezing it.
“Darling, you don’t have to worry.” Hugo looks at Lycaon from the corner of his eye and smiles. It’s not a kind smile by any means. “It’s our type of foreplay.”
That slender hand reaches out, sliding up the firm thigh of Lycaon. “I want him to rip my throat out,” the elfish man continues, smile turning indulgent as he looks back down at Wise. “The feeling is magnified now that our ruts are approaching, but we’ve long since made up. Besides, angry makeup sex is the best.”
Glowering, Wise crosses his arms and leans back against the small fortress of pillows that keep him propped up. “Really?”
“Aw, are you missing out?” Hugo hums, shifting closer so that his taller body hovers over his as he whispers, “Want me to call you dark, terrible things, my lovely? Nasty little names that make your beautiful, petite cock harden in your panties?”
No, Wise thinks, even as his dick says oh hell yes.
“…I don’t like degradation,” he mutters petulantly, and is rewarded with a small kiss and a gentle laugh.
“I would never, not with you, my princess. Only the prettiest of names for my pretty baby, who will look so pretty in pink lace and mesh. Don’t you agree, Lycaon?”
The other man has been watching silently, and he gives a low hum of approval. “All the finest things. I can make an appointment at a discreet shop who I’ve done business with before. I hear their collars don’t chafe.”
The beta that Wise is should not find any of that appealing.
But the love inside of him quakes at the idea.
And if his nod of agreement is small, it’s still there at all, and his mates are pleased by his quiet acceptance of a role he had never really seen himself in before. Not as a replacement for an omega, but as a beta who sees the appeal of surrendering, a dual role that he doesn’t mind submitting to as the mood calls for.
Lycaon’s tail gives a happy wag that is at odds with the neutral look on his face. “Very good. I’ll go make the appointment now.”
Hugo follows him as the Thiren starts to walk towards the door, the tail of his long hair swaying enticingly as his hand gropes over Lycaon’s ass. “Let us also make a reservation for that lovely little restaurant that’s on the top floor of the—”
The door closes, muffling the rest of the sentence. It leaves Wise with a moment of peace, even if his ass throbs something fierce. He leans back, eyes ready to close, but the shattered vial makes him jolt up.
“Oh shit,” he thinks as he reaches for his phone, scrolling through his contacts to find Nicole’s number. “I have to let her know…”
The phone rings a few times, and just as Wise is about to resign himself to sending her a text message, she picks up.
“Hey, Wise,” she says, oddly hesitant. “What’s up?”
“Sorry to bother you, but I just wanted to let you know, uh, that Hugo and Lycaon didn’t take too kinda to the pheromones and kinda threw it out? I mean, it worked, but it also attracts people despite being mated,” he explains haltingly. “I guess it’s a failure on my end. Sorry.”
“Oh, no, thanks for letting me know,” she says, that odd tone still persisting. “Actually, it’s good that you’re calling, because I needed to reach out to you…”
Getting comfortable, Wise raises an eyebrow. “About what?”
“Oh, just to let you know, there’s a new, smaller side effect that has popped up.”
Wise sighs. “What? I’ll grow another head?”
“Close,” Nicole hums, and the hesitance makes Wise nervous. “You’ll grow something, alright.”
“Nicole –”
“Seems like afalsewombcanformandpreganancyispossibleokayloveyoubestiebye!” she gets out in a rush, hanging up.
With the beeping of a hung up calling echoing in his ear, he wonders how he can explain to his mates that he just might need a pregnancy test.