Finally, Ronan spoke roughly into Teal’s ear, “I want to go into the bedroom.”
Teal leaned his head back and locked their gazes, nodding so there would be no misunderstanding. They were both on board with what was about to happen.
Ronan seemed to gain more control of himself now that the decision had been made, at least for the couple.
Teal’s hole grew wet as his husband’s alpha voice rang out, “Sorcha, it’s Ronan.”
Soft mewling came from behind the door, followed by, “R-Ronan?” A pause, and then, “Alpha?”
“Yes, I’m here, little one. I don’t know where you are in the room, but you need to make sure you’re away from the door because I’m about to kick it in.”
Ronan braced himself in the doorframe. With the first powerful thrust of his booted foot, the solid wood shook thunderously. With the second, it cracked down the center.
Teal watched in awe as his husband grew wilder. His normally easygoing alpha vibrated with pent-up energy. With the prospect of an omega in heat waiting for his knot. Ronan pounded the door, grunting as he fought to reach Sorcha. To give the little omega what he needed.
With a forceful strike, Ronan’s heel burst through the wood. After a few more blows, the door collapsed within its frame.
Ronan barreled into the room, shoulders rising and falling with his exertions. Teal rushed past him, aware that the scent of Sorcha’s unserviced heat would be overwhelming for the alpha.
The boarded-up window darkened the small space, with only one dim corner lamp for light. As their eyes adjusted, the husbands stopped short at what they saw.
In the middle of the room, Sorcha writhed naked on the bed, crying, sheets drenched in a mixture of slick and sweat. There were scratches all over the young omega’s body. Teal shuddered with empathy, knowing how Sorcha’s skin must have been crawling without relief. Next to him on the mattress were two dildos, one medium and one large-sized. A cock sleeve lay on the carpet. The dresser and bedside table held baskets of fruit, protein bars, and lube. Bottles of water peeked out from the closet.
Teal kneeled by the bed, surveying the scene. Sorcha stared at him with glazed-over eyes.
Behind them, Ronan growled feverishly. Teal watched as Sorcha’s little cock bobbed and stiffened, responding to the sound.
The alpha kicked off his boots, shaking with lust as he began working the buttons of his shirt, ruled entirely by the instinct to get inside the needy omega as fast as possible.
“Are you able to keep it together for a few minutes while I talk to Sorcha?” Teal asked him. “Or would it be easier for you to wait downstairs?”
Teal knew he was on borrowed time. Soon, Ronan would be too far gone to hear him, let alone respond coherently.
“I can’t be…in this room…and not fuck him,” Ronan gritted out. He had removed all his clothing other than his pants, which were unzipped to display his cock pressing mightily against his boxer briefs.
“How about you go to our house and grab condoms?” Teal suggested, grateful they occasionally used them so had them on hand. “It’ll be easier for you to stay rational if you’re out of this room.”
Ronan rumbled louder, almost menacingly. He rocked back as though he might advance on the bed. For a moment, Teal worried Ronan was already out of his head. But then he watched in relief as his husband’s face tightened into a pained expression. Ronan gave Teal a clipped nod and forced himself out of the room on his errand.
Teal wasn’t sure they’d be able to get away with using condoms the whole time, but he wanted to put as much control into Sorcha’s hands as possible. He brushed Sorcha’s bright blond strands away from his sweaty face. The young omega’s body burned with heat.
“My darling, we don’t have much time. Can you hear me?”
“Teal?” Sorcha’s voice was the faintest whisper.
“Yes, I’m here. And you heard Ronan too. He’s gone to our house to get condoms. He’s giving me a few minutes to speak with you, but he won’t be able to wait much longer, and you need to be taken care of right away.”
Teal wanted to grab Sorcha’s hand, but he was unsure if the touch would be welcome due to how sensitive his skin was. Until Sorcha received a good fucking and at least one knot, he would be extremely uncomfortable.
“Ronan… Condoms…?”
“Shh. I know it’s hard to talk. So let me make my best guess and you tell me if I’m right, okay?” Sorcha didn’t reply so Teal continued. “I’m betting your uncles knew you were going into heat—that you had the signs—and instead of helping you or contracting with a service, they locked you in this bedroom, assuming you could make it through with toys.”
Sorcha didn’t say anything, but by the slight flattening of his lips, Teal knew he'd deduced correctly.Damn those bastards!How dare they put their nephew at risk like this. Getting through a heat after using suppressants for so long was dangerous enough. The idea of doing so without an alpha was lunacy. If Teal hadn’t found him, Sorcha could have died. He needed a knot immediately, and because of how long he’d been dealing with it alone, he might need alpha semen as well.
“Sorcha, can you tell me, maybe just lift your fingers, how many heat waves you’ve already had?” Teal recognized that Sorcha was currently in-between waves, but hoped he’d only had one so far. Unfortunately, Sorcha raised two delicate fingertips. Teal nodded. “It started today?”
“In…the morning.” Sorcha squeezed his eyelids and scratched at his legs. “Another…soon.”
