"Do you think Luke is okay?" Her voice sounds so concerned for a man she doesn't even know. Is that what has her scent souring so much?
"Yeah, sweetheart. Luke's okay. He's probably catching up on his sleep and getting in some extra workouts. He'll be back soon."
It was a pretty lie. They'd all been to solitary at some point during their incarceration, and he knew Luke was probably pacing in that tiny windowless cell like an animal. But he wasn't lying that he was okay. All he could feel from the bond with Luke was boredom and muted frustration. He'd survive. They'd all survived worse.
???
Tenor must have fallen asleep at some point, because he wakes up to the most delicious scent he's ever smelled. Mouth-watering. He can taste it on his tongue, all heady and tangy and sweet, like the ripest, softest fruit he's ever smelled. He wants to sink his teeth into it.
His cock is already hard and straining for her against her ass. He can tell she's awake too by how stiff she's holding herself, as if afraid the smallest movement will make him jump her.
Heat spike, he realizes, the word swimming through his head on a cloud of sweet omega slick.
"Eden?" His voice is groggy.
She whines in response, her ass wiggling against his cock in a way that makes it even harder to concentrate. Fuck.
"You want Julius?" he whispers, his head finally catching up to his dick. "I'll wake him for you, is that what you need?"
She stills.
"I don't want to bother him," her voice sounds uncertain. He doesn't have the heart to tell her that being woken up to fuck a heat-spiked omega would probably be the best thing to ever happen to the bastard in his life.
"He won't mind," Tenor finally settles on saying, his lips twitching a little as his voice becomes steadier and the sleep clears. "Or I can try to help."
"O-oh," she says, considering. "No, I don't want to wake him."
"Okay," he responds softly, and his cock twitches eagerly against her. "What did he do that helped you, sweet girl?"
She wiggles more, and he can practically smell her blush on the air. Such a modest little omega, all soft skin and rosy cheeks.
"He uh... used his mouth on me. D-down there. And then he uh... he..."
"You guys had sex?" He feels the need to save her, not wanting her anxiety or embarrassment to make the situation worse.
He feels her nod. Eat her sweet pussy and then fuck her? He can do that.
"Tell me if I do anything you don't like," he says. "I'll stop and we can do something else."
He feels her nod again.
He considers that being woken to fuck a heat-spiked omega might be the best thing to ever happen to him in his whole life too.
Easing her onto her back, he straddles her and begins to slowlyease the zipper of her jumpsuit down as he guides her arms out of the sleeves.
There's no time for teasing or easing her into this if they don't want her scent to wake up their neighbours and give them a supremely unwanted audience. He wouldn't put it past their neighbours to heckle them with commentary, if not worse.
He kisses down her body at every new piece of skin revealed and she whimpers.
As much as he wants to tease her, now is not the time.
"Lift up," he says in a whisper, his hands on her hips. She lifts them and he slides the jumpsuit down over her legs.
Then there's a naked omega in his prison bunk, and he thinks she might be the most beautiful woman he's ever seen in his life. And she's butt ass naked. The most beautiful woman he's ever seen in his entire life is butt ass naked in his prison bunk. And she smells needy for his cock, making the sweetest little pleading whines in the back of her throat with every exhale.
Was this a dream? Don't fucking wake him if it was. Maybe it was heaven. Maybe he was dead and this was his eternal reward for being such a good boy and killing so many bad guys.
His hands explore her. Every part of her is round and lush and curvy and he fights the urge to sink his teeth into her. Fuck, she was so soft his teeth would probably slide through her like butter.
