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Shane quickly rounded the kitchen island, both hands planted firmly to the marble counter tops, his chest heaved with exertion, but the smile on his face and the mischievous glint in his eyes suggested anything but exhaustion.
“So naughty, Котёнок.” Ilya teased, his own hands firmly planted on the other side, ready to intercept Shane if he ran around to the other side. His smile was just as wicked as Shane’s. Scenting the air clued Shane in to just how aroused the other man was. It engulfed Shane like a warm hug, urging and pressing the omega to submit to such a strong and healthy alpha “This is the foreplay you want? You want your alpha to chase you down?”
Shane could see when Ilya scented the air himself, taking in a deep breath of Shane’s own scent, a low rumble starting in the alpha’s chest. He knew what Ilya smelled, the alpha made a habit out of describing in detail what that scent did to him every time they fucked. Ilya made a quick move to his right, to see what Shane would do. It was a ruse, forcing the omega to overcorrect himself when he moved towards his left.
Just the mere thought of Ilya chasing him down, and having his way with him had slick dripping down the omega’s thighs, soiling the fresh boxers he had only just put on. He knew it smelled sickly sweet in the air. Even an omega could pick up the almost coilingly sweet smell of an omega’s slick when they were aroused. If he didn’t know better he could’ve sworn he saw Ilya taste the air and groan.
This had all started after Shane had showered after his afternoon run, the omega being covered in sticky sweat may have been a turn on for his alpha, but it left Shane feeling gross. Ilya however had a habit of insisting on scenting him rigorously after his showers, disliking the fact the fragrances in his soaps and shampoo covered their combined scent.
The first time the alpha had done it, it had taken Shane by surprise. Only recently officially mated and his first shower had him pushed into the bed. Held down by strong claiming hands. With Ilya grunting and growling as he smoothed his neck across Shane’s own. Lips kissing and biting against his mark and gland. Shane had made a move to get up when a large hand on his chest quickly held him down, and a quick nip to his neck had his omega shivering. It had turned out his showers didn’t completely eradicate the smell of their bond, but it did enough to irritate Ilya’s alpha brain into needing to regularly scent him.
As touching as it was, it usually resulted in Shane ass up and stuck on Ilya’s knot for a minimum of thirty minutes, something he didn’t always have time for after every shower.
However, with the two of them more established in their relationship, a couple more trophies and awards collected, and the Stanley Cup sitting in their trophy room for the past two days, both men had begun to discuss the future. Their future, and that included expanding the family. And expanding the family meant spending a lot more time on Ilya’s knot. Shane would be the first to admit that yesterday had been some of the hottest sex the two hockey players had experienced.
Yesterday
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Shane had pushed Ilya through the door, his lips never leaving the other man’s. Insistent on tasting each and every corner of his mate’s mouth. His hands travelled to the hem of the alpha’s shirt tugging and pulling it over him, parting their kiss only in desperation to allow the fabric to fall to the floor. Shane made quick work of his own shirt, unbuttoning and letting it join the heap of clothes collecting on the floor.
God he was hot, his mate was gorgeous, toned and fit, hot under his touch. Shane couldn’t believe how lucky he was. The thought alone hand him grinding into the other man, both gasping at the feeling of their clothed cocks touching.
Shane quickly grabbed at Ilya again, this time deepening their kiss, his hands cupping the alpha’s face. A possessive feeling ached through his body. His alpha. His mate. He wanted to see his husband on his back begging for the omega to fuck him. He felt Ilya’s hands move around his chest, one pinching an already hardening nipple leaving Shane gasping at the sensation as it went straight to his groin.
Ilya’s strong scent was already taking Shane under, making the omega feel impossibly hot and aroused. Shane wanted more of that rich, heavy, scent. He moved his lips, licking down the alpha’s jaw and stubble. Leaving kisses love bites as he trailed down to the alpha’s neck. He bit, hard, on the swollen flesh, licking a half-hearted apology when the alpha grabbed his hair and moaned.
Ilya took the opportunity while Shane got drunk on his scent to regain ground, his tongue licking the inside of Shane’s mouth, and herding the omega towards the leather chair in the room, one hand still abusing the omega’s nipples, the other sliding into Shane’s pants and wrapping around his already painfully hard cock. He worked hard and fast, using Shane’s own precum and slick to lubricate his efforts.
“Fuck–Ilya!” Shane’s brain was fuzzy, already warm with lust and want. He scanned Ilya’s own flushed face, he was focused on Shane’s cock, taking Shane’s whines and moans as encouragement. He could feel his balls tighten and swell fast, a sign his orgasm was coming way quicker than he wanted. Shane grabbed his wrist as Ilya’s hand began to move faster. “Stop–I don’t want to–hngh–not yet.” Shane ground out pushing Ilya’s hand away.
He didn’t have much time to recover as his alpha moved further down. His tongue tasting and touching each inch of the omega’s muscles and marks. He stopped momentarily to suck little marks into the omega’s skin earning whimpers from Shane’s mouth.
Shane spared a look down just in time to see Ilya take his cock fully into his mouth, enveloping his cock in the slick warmth. “Fuuck, Ilya” He hissed, resisting the urge to grind up into Ilya’s mouth but also pull away from the overwhelming sensation.
“God Shane, I love this. You smell so fucking good.” Ilya pulled off with a wet pop, taking a moment to watch the precum leak from his omega’s cock, licking his lips, Ilya returned allowing the tip to sit on his tongue. Shane desperately tried to find purchase, landing on grabbing at the alpha’s golden locks. His alpha looked up at him with hooded eyes licking at Shane’s slit, reveling in the way his omega moaned and his head tilted back in pleasure. Enjoying the salty taste of his omega’s precum, Ilya moaned before letting Shane’s dick fall once again out of his mouth.
“My omega tastes so perfect.” Ilya crooned “So perfect.” His hands rubbed up Shane’s hips, grabbing onto him and bringing him closer to his face. “You can’t blame me for wanting a taste.” His face was pressed against Shane’s groin as he took in his omega’s scent. It was sweet with a warmth that urged the alpha to continue his actions.
Ilya, seemingly satisfied with his work on Shane’s cock, stood up. Shane couldn’t help but feel only a little bashful as his alpha’s eyes raked down his body, pupils blown. “Knees, Shane, turn around.” The command was straight forward. Ilya never put his real alpha voice to use on Shane unless it was needed during his heats, but that didn’t stop his omega from preening at the prospect of praise from obeying an order from the alpha.
He turned towards the leather chair, hands gripping the top of the backrest and knees settling into the seat of the chair. His ass was on full display, and so was the slick that had been leaking steadily from his hole, coating his thighs, and ruefully Shane thought, the leather chair.
He didn’t have long to mull over the thought of ruined leather before the feeling of Ilya's fingers parting his cheeks brought him back to the moment at hand. Warm spit landed on his opening, having him shout in shock, but it quickly mellowed out into a low moan and more slick made its way out as his hole and he could feel himself clenching around nothing, just at the thought of Ilya taking in the sight of him, and the prospect of his alpha using him.
When the alpha didn’t make any further moves he angled his hips and ass back further trying to goad the alpha into doing something, anything. He needed it, his body ached with want and need. He could feel it in his bones, he was shaking, too far gone to humor his alpha any longer. His reward was a growl and a long wet swipe of his alpha’s tongue along his wet hole.
“Ilya!” Shane yelped as if he didn’t know that was Ilya’s next move. He knew the alpha loved eating him out. He was pretty positive if the alpha could he’d spend his entire day under Shane’s ass devouring his slick.
In his surprise, he must’ve flinched away from Ilya’s mouth as the alpha quickly grabbed Shane’s hips with a growl and held him still. He was relentless, sucking and kissing at the omega’s ass. Eating and swallowing his slick like it was a gift. Shane could hear the wet noises the alpha made as he continued his assault. Moaning around Shane’s ass, the vibrations tickling and sending shockwaves through the omega’s overly sensitive body. His tongue cleaned his cheeks and perineum, even making sure to lick up the slick that had dripped onto the omega’s balls. Smaller than the alpha’s and notably useless, but they still had Shane’s stomach muscles tighten and him pushing back when Ilya gave them attention.
“Ah–Ah–Oh fuck, Ilya please.” Shane moaned as the alpha moved closer to his hole, though almost purposely avoiding it. Focusing on every park of Shane except what he wanted. He took a bite at Shane’s ass, earning a small flinch and whine from the omega.
“Hush, omega. I know what you want.” Ilya huffed, Shane could hear it in his voice, Ilya was long gone, fully absorbed in whatever sex-addled haze he found himself in. Shane felt his warm breath on his hole before he felt his tongue again. This time it didn’t stay outside licking up the slick Shane’s body had already expelled. Instead Shane felt Ilya’s tongue inside, thrusting and licking inside the omega, exploring and licking his warm soft walls.
Shane grabbed onto the chair harder, looking down he could already see a stream of precum leaking from his cock onto the black chair. He wanted to reach down and touch himself, but the thought of coming on Ilya’s tongue or even his cock kept him from indulging, he loved coming untouched for his alpha.
Ilya had been right, this was exactly what his omega had wanted. He found himself pushing his ass further back, chasing Ilya’s tongue whenever the alpha backed off for air. Ilya placated him by replacing his tongue with his fingers, earning a broken cry from the needy omega, thrusting them in and out slowly. He kept the pace painfully slow, every now and then brushing against Shane’s prostate. It had Shane squirming, chasing the pleasure in whichever angle he could get it in. It wasn’t until he felt his alpha’s tongue alongside his fingers that he felt familiar tightening again in his stomach did he try to pull himself away from the alpha.
This time when the alpha growled at the interruption, Shane growled right back and he twisted his hips out of Ilya’s tight grasp. The omega’s show of aggression clearly did something for the alpha, as Shane watched the man’s cock twitch when he turned.
“Shane?”
Shane was still taking a couple of breaths to try and steady himself. He was so wet and hard and his brain was screaming at him for interrupting his impending release. His eyes screwed shut not out of over stimulation or frustration, but because he knew if he looked at Ilya’s slick covered face that alone would be enough to send him over the edge.
“I want to fuck you Ilya, I want to ride you.” Shane finally said after he’d calmed himself down just enough. Sliding off the now ruined chair to be at eye level with Ilya.
When they kissed Shane could taste the sweetness of his own slick, mingling with the taste of Ilya. He moaned, before parting again and looking towards the mating gland on Ilya's neck, marred with his own teeth from a couple of years ago.
He leaned in licking at the mark and earning a moan from the alpha before he latched on and gave it a weak suckle, moaning himself at the pheromones that assaulted his senses. He loved Ilya’s alpha scent, heavy and commanding, yet soothing.
He encouraged Ilya up onto his feet, before placing a hand on his alpha’s chest and lightly pushing him onto the chair behind him. Shane licked his lips at the sight, almost forgetting why he had Ilya lay back in the first place as his eyes were glued to the alpha’s cock.
Shane lowered himself to his knees, he could already feel drool collecting in his mouth as he took Ilya’s cock into his hand. It was hot to the touch, hard and wet with precum. Eliciting a moan from Ilya, Shane looked up into his eyes, the alpha’s eyes dark and heavy with desire, only spurring the omega on. Shane, without breaking eye contact, opened his mouth, allowing the collection of spit to leak out and coat the alpha’s cock.
“Oh fuck.” Ilya’s eyebrows drew close together, his previously cool composure failing at the scene in front of him. Shane gave him a confident smirk, then stroked the now spit covered cock in his hand.
“You like that?” Shane leaned down, his breath hot against the alpha’s cock. Shane could feel his own twitch in excitement at the prospect of going down on his alpha. “You want my mouth on your cock?”
“Yes, fuck, yes Shane.” Ilya growled, his hips twitching up into hand Shane, earning a laugh from the omega.
Shane gave a long lick up Ilya’s cock, savoring the taste of skin and sweat, the salty taste welcomed on his tongue as he hummed his approval. When he reached the tip he gave a quick small kiss, before taking it in.
Shane couldn't help the moan he made around the alpha’s cock, eager to take the full length into his mouth. He couldn’t stop the drool from pooling around and out around the base of Ilya’s cock. He stopped at the base, enjoying the feeling of his cock on his tongue and in his throat. Ilya’s hips rocked up into him, causing him to involuntarily swallow and gag, but he attempted to keep his mouth where it was, silently urging the alpha to continue.
He felt fingers in his hair, grasping lightly, before the alpha rocked up again earning another moan from the omega. Shane focused on breathing through his nose as Ilya took the opportunity to get bolder and faster in his thrusts.
Shane was a good omega, and he let Ilya hold him there as he used his mouth, rough fast thrusts making the tip of the alpha’s cock hit the back of his throat, causing wet gags. When Ilya finally relented, Shane pulled off with a gasp and a couple of coughs. Spit and tears coated his face, which didn’t seem to bother Ilya, as the hold in his hair coaxed him upward and onto the chair.
The kiss Ilya pulled him into was fast and messy, his tongue moving around Shane’s mouth and lips without much rhyme or reason. Shane was in no position to critique, he was just as gone as the alpha underneath him.
Ilya had begun to thrust his hips up, his cock sliding against Shane’s coaxing a moan out of the omega’s mouth and into his own. Ilya’s hands had wandered down to his ass, massaging the plump muscle there as his thrusts grew in speed.
Shane pulled away first, looking down at his alpha’s rosy swollen lips, a selfish sense of pride welled within him. He did that to his alpha, he has his alpha so far gone he’s fucking up into nothing. He straightened himself up, forcing Ilya to stop his movements with an irritated grunt.
“My alpha is so needy, look at you.” Shane teased, grinding down onto Ilya’s cock, he could feel his slick coating Ilya’s cock as it caught on his rim.
“Only for you.” Ilya growled, grabbing onto Shane’s hips and pulling him down tighter. “Want to fuck you.”
“I thought I’d treat you, alpha.” Shane huffed, bringing his hips up enough to where he could grab and angle Ilya’s cock so it was right at his entrance. “You did such a good job, that goal.”
Shane began to lower himself slowly on Ilya’s cock, feeling every inch of it carve space inside him. Shane began to continue “0-1, and only two minutes into overtime. I wasn’t sure we’d win, or even score. But you did. My alpha did.”
Shane bottomed out, hearing Ilya groan and feeling his grip on Shane’s hips tighten. He knew Ilya wanted nothing more than to hold him down and thrust up into him, take what he wanted from the omega. But he also knew Shane wouldn’t let him. When Shane wanted control, the alpha let him have it.
Shane took a moment to adjust, lightly grinding down and moving his hips to feel it all inside of him. “My alpha. My Captain. Scored the goal that got Ottawa its first Stanley Cup in how many years?”
If Shane was expecting an answer he didn’t get one. Instead all he got was a frustrated growl. “Shane please. I need you to move.”
“Shhh alpha, I know what you want.” Shane teased mocking the alpha, bracing himself on Ilya’s chest he raised his hips up, before bringing them back down slowly. “Fuck, Ilya.”
He heard Ilya curse as he repeated the action. He only sped up once he began to grow frustrated with himself. He picked a quick pace, pulling up and quickly bringing himself back down onto Ilya’s cock.
Riding was something Shane loved doing. He loved controlling the pace, loved having Ilya below him at his mercy. And by his facial expressions he was sure Ilya loved it as much as he did.
He bounced on Ilya’s cock at a punishing pace, eliciting grunts and moans from the alpha beneath him and his own whimpers and moans. The room was filled with the sound of skin slapping on skin. Shane kept trying to change his angle desperately trying to find his prostate and keep up the pace. But frustratingly he kept missing.
“Alpha.” Shane whined, stopping his pace to grind back and forth on his alpha’s cock. It usually ended like this, Shane fucking himself silly for as long as he could until he got tired or frustrated and then Ilya would take over. “Fuck me, please, Ilya.”
Ilya didn’t need any further convincing, holding Shane down by his hips, he began to thrust up, helping Shane keep up with his pace, while also fucking deeper than the omega was able to achieve.
“Shit, oh fuck, Ilya.” Shane groaned, his head falling back in pleasure, he was close to tears. It felt so good. “Please, Ilya, right there. Right there right there.”
“Yeah? Is my omega gonna come for me? I thought you were supposed to be riding me? My reward, for my goal, hmmm?” Ilya asked, though his thrust grew faster, despite the awkward angle on the chair he was still able to keep up a good pace.
“Yes!” Shane shouted, when the alpha hit that spot, he could feel the tightening in his lower belly start, getting harder to ignore the more Ilya kept abusing his prostate. Shane still had it in him to pant out a retort. “I assisted, asshole.”
Ilya smiled a toothy grin, and pulled Shane down so their lips met, Ilya did most of the kissing and Shane began to feel his thighs shake, too focused on the pleasure building in his body to focus on anything but the cock inside him, especially as he began to feel the beginning of his knot catch every other thrust.
“Please alpha, your knot.” Shane whined, he could feel himself losing it but he just couldn’t quite get to where he was trying to go. He didn’t always need Ilya’s knot to finish, but sometimes it was the final piece. “Please, I want your pups, need your knot.”
Ilya’s hips faltered, surprised by the demand, Shane usually only had pup-fever during his heats, outside of them he treated the sentiment during sex as if it was a curse that had to be avoided at all costs. “My pups, you want my pups, Shane?”
“Yes, yes, I want your pups, I want you to breed me alpha.” Shane emphasized his want by meeting a couple of Ilya’s thrusts. “Please. I need it.”
That was the last thing Shane said before Ilya began to thrust with renewed vigor, pulling Shane down he nosed around the crook of his neck for the scent gland there. Laving his tongue over the gland and mating mark there, earning a shiver of approval from the omega as the action sent a whole new bolt of arousal to his already weeping cock.
Shane finally came with a shout, at the same time Ilya thrusted in deep one last time, locking them in place with his knot. Ilya bit down lightly on Shane’s scent gland. Not as hard as he had done when he left the original mark, but enough to sooth his alpha’s need to claim and mark.
Still buzzing in his post orgasm bliss, Shane looked down at Ilya, the alpha was looking up at him with pure adoration. Shane couldn’t help the sense of pride that bubbled up in his chest, it was almost nauseating how happy he was.
“Fuck, Ilya, we did it.” Shane smiled, referring to the achievement that pushed them into their trophy room in the first place. They won Ottawa a Stanley Cup, the massive trophy sat awkwardly on the floor in between their individual displays a witness to their extracurricular activities. “We really fucking did it.”
Shane took a couple deep breaths, the alpha’s scent had changed from its spicy aroused peppery notes that made Shane’s insides ache, to a more soothing soft scent. It reminded Shane of fresh laundry or even soft cotton. It never failed to make the omega’s eyes droop in content exhaustion.
He laid his head on the alpha’s chest, noting the feeling of the mess between them but confident his alpha would tend to that when they separated.
“Shane? Is your heat coming up?” Ilya asked, though Shane mostly heard the bass of his voice through his chest, another blow to Shane’s ability to keep his eyes open. “You mentioned pups.”
Shane purred at the feeling of soothing fingers in his hair, if Ilya wanted to have a conversation he knew better than to try and start one while his post-knot alpha pheromones were dragging him into the realm of unconsciousness.
“No heat. Just, I think we’re ready.” Shane blew out a small yawn. He felt the hands in his hair tighten for a second, and he was sure he heard the alpha sniffle a little and felt a small quick kiss to his forehead before he finally let sleep take him under.
Present
***
Shane was pulled back to reality, hot and heated from thinking about their previous day’s escapades. Ilya had taken what Shane said at face value, and knotted Shane a couple more times after. Though the likelihood of them conceiving outside of Shane’s heat was unlikely, it wasn’t impossible, and it certainly wouldn’t stop Ilya from trying.
Shane let out a breathy laugh. “I guess it’s only foreplay if you manage to catch me, alpha.”
Ilya’s eyes shined with something that sent a chill down Shane’s spine, especially accompanied by the loud growl and show of teeth. If Ilya wanted, all he would have to do is demand that the omega get on his hands and knees in that guttural tone and Shane would be at his mercy. But Ilya wouldn’t, he never did.
Shane turned tail and immediately rushed towards the living room, his plan to run out the back door ruined by Ilya’s stance at the kitchen counter, so he aimed to maybe make it to the front. But was immediately halted when the alpha jumped in front of him, having taken an alternative route towards the front.
The sight genuinely scared Shane, nearly jumping out of his bones when the Alpha stopped short right in front of him, arms spread out so the omega couldn’t try and bully his way past. Shane looked up at the alpha, Ilya looked like a wolf who’d finally trapped its prey, the smirk on his face seemingly believing their chase was well done and over.
“We could’ve fucked on the kitchen counter Shane, I could’ve had you right there on the island and you would’ve had a comfortable spot to take my knot.” Ilya started “But now, you’ve left me no choice but to knot you here on the hardwood floors. Or maybe up against the wall–or the staircase.”
Ilya had begun to close the gap slowly, a predator closing in on its prey. But Shane perked up at the prospect of the staircase, Ilya was right, being fucked silly on the hardwood floors would leave his knees an angry red, before they would begin to heal an ugly purple. But he had a better place in mind.
He must’ve given away his next move, because when Shane looked towards the stairs and started, the alpha was close behind him, trying to grab onto the elastic waistband of his briefs. Not fast enough, the elastic snapped out of his grasp, earning a half-hearted yelp from Shane as it snapped back onto his skin.
He made it to the second floor, quickly deciding to move towards their bedroom, back to where they started. His heart was beating fast and his chest bubbled with adrenaline and excitement, a squeal threatened to escape his lips when he tried to unsuccessfully turn and close their bedroom door and shut the alpha out.
Ilya quickly held his hand out to stop the wooden door from closing, this time he didn’t waste any time with teasing remarks, instead he immediately grabbed his omega and hefted him over his shoulder with a grunt.
Shane wasn’t light in the slightest, but Ilya always made it look so easy when he lifted the muscular omega. Just the act made Shane whine with need, his slick soaking through his wet boxers, visibly stained with the substance.
Ilya dropped him to the bed, and quickly covered him with his own body. The weight on Shane was a welcomed feeling. The alpha’s hard cock pressing into his abdomen as a reminder of what was to come.
Shane gasped, pleasure rocking through his wound up body as the alpha immediately began to lick and suck on the omega’s scent gland, the room became engulfed in the smell of slick and Shane’s musky and soft scent of arousal.
Ilya growled and gnawed at Shane, leaving plenty of marks around and on the gland itself, Shane was sure they almost mirrored or potentially rivaled the permanent one on his neck.
“Ilya–hah–oh fuck yes please.” Shane couldn’t help but twist his neck so his alpha had unlimited access to his freckled skin. A particularly hard bite had the omega rocking up into his alpha with a high pitched keen. God Shane felt impossibly hot, his boxers were plastered onto him with slick, uncomfortably covering his own cock in a cold wetness. He needed them off, and he needed his alpha on him.
“My naughty omega, so naughty. You thought you could run from me? This is mine.” Ilya murmured through aggressive kisses, reaching a hand down to grab Shane’s cock and give it a possessive squeeze.
“Yes, Ilya, yours all yours.” Shane babbled through panted breaths, trying to squirm underneath the heavier man. Frustrated with the barrier between his cock and Ilya’s he tried to reach and pull his saturated boxers himself.
His alpha mistook the movement as another attempt to escape, a much louder growl and Ilya’s free hand had moved to cup the nape of Shane’s neck. This was also something the alpha rarely did outside of their cycles, the move immediately made Shane’s head and body feel like jelly. He let out a moan of approval, god he loved it when Ilya was like this.
Ilya moved him so Shane was on his stomach, his hand staying clasped on Shane’s neck. He could hear Ilya grumble a couple of phrases in Russian.
“Мой, мой омега.” The alpha pulled his briefs down just enough so his ass peaked out, Shane shivered at the feeling of cold air on his exposed hole. “So good for me, so wet for me.”
“Yes alpha, just for you.” Shane rasped into the bed sheets, face held firmly to the bed by his alpha’s hand on his neck. Shane attempted to will his body to listen to him and push his ass up slightly to display for the alpha “Please, alpha I need you.”
“Hm, I can tell.” Ilya murmured, sitting back on Shane’s legs, confident now his needy omega wouldn’t make any further attempts to leave. Shane could feel his eyes sweeping over his body, which only served to make Shane squirm under the alpha’s gaze. Though his movements ceased immediately at the feeling of a finger pressing tentatively at his opening. Ilya’s fingers immediately slipped in with no effort, as if his body was swallowing the digits greedily. “So ready for your alpha’s knot, hm?”
“Yes! Please! Alpha!” Shane cried, trying to push himself back onto Ilya’s fingers, the alpha humored him, allowing Shane to fuck himself on the man’s fingers. Watching as the omega worked in frustration to find pleasure. Shane kept the pace up, enjoying the pleasure and pressure his alpha’s fingers offered, they were able to reach farther and deeper than the omega could on his own, but it still wasn’t enough. “Need it, don’t want your fingers.”
“Beg, omega.” Ilya growled, adding a third finger, beginning to thrust in time to Shane’s efforts, eventually overtaking and beginning a punishing pace.
Stars danced across Shane’s vision. He didn’t have the mental capacity to create a response, each word lost on a punched out whimper or groan as each hit to his prostate had him edging closer and closer to his impending release. His mouth opened and closed, trying to obey and beg, but it ended on a high pitched whine and Ilya quickly removed his fingers. By now Shane was sure it wasn’t just slick that coated the front of his boxers.
Shane's body was on fire, he could feel he was dangerously close to finishing. His body sensitive to any touch Ilya gave to his body, just the small act of Ilya raising his hips and placing a pillow beneath him had the omega crying out.
“Shh, Котёнок, I got you.” Ilya smoothed a hand up and down Shane’s back, before moving to press himself on Shane’s hole. Taking only a moment to enjoy the wet warmth Shane offered on his tip before slamming forward, pushing Shane further into the bed. He was grateful for the pillow Ilya had placed for support, without it Shane was sure his hips would have buckled with the first thrust.
His pace was brutal, angling perfectly to hit Shane’s prostate each time, Shane was seeing white. Ilya was so deep, and so big. His alpha filled him up just right, and this time the pressure in his stomach creeped up fast, tugging at his muscles and his insides. Shane whined, feeling his body grow taut. “Please, fuck, oh god.”
Shane could hear Ilya growling, lowering himself closer so his back draped over the omega’s. Each thrust hit him deeper and harder than before. Shane could feel tears form, pleasure reaching each nerve in his body. It felt so good, his alpha’s weight and cock, the feeling of his knot beginning to expand as it started to catch on his rim with each thrust in and out.
“Is my omega gonna come for me?” Ilya whispered in his ear, stopping his thrusts to grind onto that spot that had Shane gasping for air and seeing stars.
That’s all it took, and Shane was gone. The rope of his sanity snapping as he came with a loud moan, his untouched cock spurting out cum into his boxers, the warmth surrounding his groin.
“That’s it baby, come for your alpha. Such a good boy.” Shane barely registered the praise as he began to come down from his high. Only once he did, he found himself squirming and twitching with each additional thrust Ilya gave to his spent body, pleasure quickly turning into overstimulation.
“Fuck, Shane–” Ilya’s thrust sped up, becoming less intentional and uncoordinated as the alpha was beginning to reach his own climax.
“Yes, alpha–hah–knot, I need your knot.” Shane panted out trying to move his head to get a look at his alpha. Before Shane could open his mouth again he felt Ilya press in impossibly deep, and with a growl his alpha came. His knot finally large enough to fully lock them together.
Shane gasped as his alpha bit down hard on the back of his neck. Ilya held him there while he ground his cock into his abused hole, each movement sending shocks through Shane’s body.
Shane whined as Ilya stopped, despite his earlier orgasm, the omega was impossibly hard again, the alpha’s knot was applying pressure to his prostate. His alpha licked the spot on his neck he had bit, before pushing off.
He must’ve sensed Shane’s predicament, without the omega saying a word, Ilya reached around to his front and removed the wet boxers from his cock. His fist worked quickly up and down the omega’s soaked cock, offering little coos of encouragement.
His second orgasm came quicker than his first, punching out of the omega with a little gasp, and gaining a groan of approval from the alpha above him as his ass clenched around the knot inside him.
Shane was absolutely spent. Boneless and loose, his breath ragged and his head cloudy. It had to be a lot, Shane could feel his stomach warming from the inside out as the alpha continued to unload into him.
“I’m going to try and move you, so we’re facing each other. You can sleep on my chest.” Ilya offered, beginning to move the omega. Ilya’s alpha already pumping pheromones to try and lull the omega into a relaxed and pliant state.
Shane gave only a small noise of discontentment as he was turned around on his alpha’s cock. It wasn’t arousing at this point, but it was mildly uncomfortable. Shane must’ve been making a face, because the alpha had leaned down and begun to litter his face in small soft kisses.
He grabbed Shane and moved them so his back was on the bed and Shane was tucked in his arms, from this position on Ilya’s chest he could hear the alpha’s heart drumming with the combination of excitement and exertion. He could also feel his chest beginning to vibrate into the sound of a purr.
Shane was lucky, not many alpha’s allowed themselves to purr, seeing it as something only omegas did, but Ilya never kept that side of him away from Shane. Allowing his purr to grow in sound and strength had the omega feeling like putty in the alpha’s arms.
Shane sighed, he’d have to shower again. Maybe showering with Ilya would prevent the alpha from needing to scent him again. Shane wasn’t sure but he knew they couldn’t keep repeating the cycle of showering, scenting, and fucking.
They had things to do today, the team was supposed to meet at a local bar to celebrate their win. It was Dykstra’s turn with the cup, and he had invited everyone to join him in drinking a copious amount of liquor from the trophy.
Shane eyeballed the clock on his nightstand, noting the time 3:21pm, they had to be at the bar at around 7. Shane absentmindedly counted out how much time the two of them would need to get ready. Thirty minutes on Ilya’s knot, gave them around two and a half hours to shower and dress, and allow Shane to eat something a little healthier than bar food before they left. That was plenty of time.
The comforting smell of his alpha’s calming pheromones enveloping him in cotton and citrus. It made him smell and have the illusion of being clean despite the mess between him, and willed his eyes to grow heavier with each breath in.
“Sleep Shane, I’ll wake you up when my knot goes down.” The alpha’s words were broken and crackly behind his purr, and Shane had no option but to nod in agreement and allow himself to be lulled into a quick nap.
Sometime Later
***
Shane awoke with a start, his face hot and heavy from his nap still feeling groggy. He hated waking up like this, feeling more dazed than he did before he had fallen asleep.
A deep breath in had the smell of an anxious alpha overwhelming his senses causing goosebumps and a small shiver. Most alphas tried the best to hide the scent of fear from their pheromones. Much like tears, societal standards held that alphas shouldn't show fear or any sign of weakness. Ilya wasn’t much different, his upbringing with his overbearing alpha father encouraging him to tamp down any sign of emotion however as much as Ilya tried hiding his own Shane distinctly recognized the scent from a few previous times in their life. The smell of burnt cotton and soured fruit had been the only thing he remembered from when Marlow had checked Shane and he laid concussed on the ice.
A few other notable moments came to mind, such as their boxing day argument, and when Ilya had confessed to him about his struggle with depression. All of them coming back to Shane now, as the scent triggered alarm bells in his head. It had his heart racing and his adrenaline spiking. What could possibly be causing his alpha so much distress in their own bedroom?
Instinctively the smell made Shane want to cower and bury deeper into his nest, his omega demanding he hide from whatever was scaring his alpha. As he attempts to detach himself from his alpha’s arms, and into the folds of their soft sheets he feels a familiar tug on his rim eliciting a groan from both the alpha and omega.
It was only then Shane began to realize, now fully pulled from his post knotted haze to note that Ilya was still very much knotted in him, and very much still hard.
“Ilya? Is this your rut? Is it early?” Shane asked sleepily, now looking up at the alpha, whose face was white with worry. Usually Ilya’s knot only lasted around 30 minutes, usually by time Shane had woken up, Ilya had already pulled out and cleaned up.
But maybe Shane had woken up early, maybe Ilya’s worry woke his omega up. Urging him to seek safety or even comfort his worrying alpha. But a quick glance at the clock on his nightstand showed time had certainly passed, blinking that it was 5:54pm.
Whoa. That had Shane fully awake, his own worry beginning to seep out, earning a dissatisfied whine from his alpha.
“Ilya did you hear me? Is this your rut? or pre–“ Shane began to ask again a little more clearly, but when he looked up Ilya’s face was scrunched up in what looked like pain or discomfort.
“I heard you Shane.” Ilya growled out, the rasp in his voice sending an involuntary shiver through Shane’s body. But the alpha quickly rubbed Shane’s hip in apology “And no it shouldn’t be for another month at least.”
In his rut it wasn’t uncommon for Ilya to get hard shortly after his knot went down, Shane would often wake up to Ilya fucking him with renewed vigor and knotting him again. But outside of rut, it would take Ilya an hour or two to pop another knot.
So there was no way Ilya had fucked another in him while he was sleeping this time.
“It’s been two and half hours–”
“I know how much time has passed Shane.” The alpha’s voice was strained and irritated. Shane couldn’t imagine what must be going through his head. Shane looked around, unsure what to do.
“Well, maybe if I just–” Shane tried to move off of the alpha’s knot, but the sensation it created was nothing close to pleasurable. In fact it burned, his slick had long since dried, and he was nowhere near aroused enough to try and pry himself off of Ilya’s knot. Shane couldn’t help the pained hiss that left his mouth as he tried again.
Ilya quickly grabbed his mate’s hips. “Shane stop.” That was a command, and it had Shane frozen and confused at his use of his alpha voice.
“Well if you have a better idea then say something!” Shane hissed back, growing frustrated and panicked. His own scent must’ve grown stronger with worry, because Ilya’s face softened.
“I’m sorry Shane, I’ve just been dealing with this for the past hour, I can’t stop–” Ilya groaned, his head hitting the back on the headboard. Shane’s cheeks reddened as he realized that Ilya was still coming. Had he been doing this off and on the entire time?
He looked down at himself and noticed his usually defined abs had certainly softened, a slight bulge in his navel area showing the alpha had in fact been filling him for the past two hours.
“Holy shit.” Shane breathed, touching his stomach tentatively.
“Shane, stop. Do not do that. That is not helping.” Ilya chided around his teeth.
Shane almost asked what he meant until he followed the alpha’s line of sight, locked onto Shane’s hand cupping his distended belly. Oh. Yeah that wasn’t helping. Shane certainly agreed.
“What do we do?” Shane asked, his arousal once again dissipating and turning into worry. Shane thought for a moment “Maybe if you get me turned on again you could just, like, pull it out?”
He’d only ever seen it in pornos, buff large alphas fucking their huge knots, fully engorged in and out of the crying omega underneath them. Ilya and him hadn’t attempted anything like that, not even during his heats.
“Shane, I can smell your anxiety. You won’t get turned on like this.” Ilya answered seriously, he now had an arm across his face. His alpha was seriously struggling, Shane couldn’t imagine how he must be feeling, having been hard for the past two hours.
“What do we do? Do we call for an ambulance?” Even Shane blanched at the idea once it left his mouth. He couldn’t imagine a group of strangers barging into their home seeing them like this. Shane answered before Ilya could. “No we can’t.”
“Shane we’re going to have to call someone–I can’t stay like this, we can’t stay like this.” Ilya replied, motioning to their predicament.
Shane racked his brain. They’d have to get to a hospital. Quickly, and quietly. Someone who would be discreet and they could trust. Shane also considered the fact that usually Ilya’s alpha instincts were usually heightened while he was knotted to him, an unmated alpha could cause undue stress and irritation or god forbid aggression out of his already stressed alpha.
“Hayes.” Ilya grunted out. “Wyatt.”
“Why Hayes?” Shane asked, Wyatt was an alpha and a trusted friend. But the thought of him stumbling on the two of them the way they were still had Shane’s entire body turn red.
“His mate, she works at an ER.” Shane nodded slowly at Ilya’s reply, he remembered Lisa. She seemed nice and professional, being one of the WAGs that Shane was close with.
“I can give him a call.” Ilya offered, looking towards his phone that was face down on the bedroom floor. “Where’s your phone Shane?”
Shane looked around quickly, moving the sheets a bit to see if the phone had gotten buried in their haste to have fun earlier. “I…I don’t know.” Shane answered, still looking for the lost device.
“Fuck. Ok, look I’m going to move us to the end of the bed.” Ilya motioned towards the area of the floor his phone was. “If I can reach it I’ll call Hazy. But it will be uncomfortable I think.” Ilya said, his hand coming up to touch Shane’s back soothingly.
Shane paled again, he remembered how much it hurt when he tried moving off of Ilya a few moments ago, the thought of moving again scared him. He could feel himself shrink in on himself. “If we have to.”
“We have to.” Ilya looked serious. Holding on to Shane tight, and close to his chest, and with a grunt he began to move the two of them until he was sitting on the edge of the bed, Shane seated in his lap. Shane sucked in a pained breath at the movements, small whimpers each time Ilya’s knot moved inside him and against his rim.
Ilya used his foot to bring his phone close before bending down around Shane uncomfortably to grab it. Shane looked at the screen with Ilya, a picture of the two of them with Anya graced the screen. God Shane was glad his parents had Anya for the weekend while they celebrated their cup win.
Notifications filled the phone screen and Shane noted with a slight amusement the amount of social media notifications coupled with a few Candy Crush and Clash Royale alerts that littered his husband's lock screen.
Ilya opened his phone, and found Wyatt in his contacts under the name Hazy (Hockey), which also interested Shane. How many Hazys did Ilya know?
He held the phone to his ear and Shane could hear the phone ring a couple of times before Wyatt picked it up.
“Roz! Don’t tell me you’re calling to cancel on us, you can’t score the winning goal and not join us for–” Shane heard Wyatt’s excitement over tonight's events through the phone even if Ilya didn’t have it on speaker.
“Ah, no. Actually Hayes, I need a favor.” Ilya cut the other alpha off.
“Oh yeah sure! Anything!” Wyatt replied casually. He probably expected Ilya to ask for something simple, maybe a request to bring something to the bar.
“I need this to stay between us.” Ilya said seriously. Enough so that Shane could tell that Wyatt had straightened up and grown a little more curious.
“Roz, are you and Hollzy ok? Like is this a couch situation or…” Wyatt trailed off.
“No, nothing like that. Um.” Ilya took a moment to consider what to say next, looking at Shane for help, who uselessly shrugged. “We are stuck.”
“Stuck? Like, outside your house?”
“No.”
“Are you at trivia night again? I told you last time, phoning a friend is not an option, it’s cheating.”
“No Hayes, I am not at trivia night.”
“Well, Roz, I’m running out of ideas, help a guy out.” Shane heard Wyatt’s chuckle on the other end of the phone.
“Together.” Ilya said tentatively. “We’re stuck together.”
“Oh.”
“Yes, oh.” Ilaya nodded.
“Is…Is Hollzy on the phone?” Wyatt asked, his tone sobered up from its earlier amusement.
“He is. Hayes, do you think you could drive us to the hospital?” Ilya quickly changed the subject to his request, Shane was grateful, he really didn’t want to entertain any sort of conversation right now.
“Ohthankgod. I thought this was some sort of weird sex thing, calling me. I can be there, assuming your house? Why not call the paramedics?” Wyatt sounded relieved but curious, Ilya cringed, he supposed he shouldn’t have left him thinking he had just called Wyatt while they were tied together for the hell of it.
“Shane. He does not want strangers around us, near his nest.” Ilya answered looking at Shane for the first time since he started the phone call. It wasn’t entirely true, but he supposed being stuck on his alpha’s knot, pheromones and nerves high, having a stranger could turn both him and Ilya violent if they got too close to their nest. Even the thought of another omega invading his space right now made Shane emit a low growl.
“Ah, makes sense. I’m on my way, I should be maybe 20 minutes? I’ll call Lisa on the way there and let her know.” Shane could hear the sound of car keys jingling through the phone as Wyatt seemingly was making his way out of his home.
“Thank you, Hazy. This is a big help.” Ilya’s voice sounded tired and drained.
“No problem, Roz. I guess this means you are cancelling on us tonight though” Wyatt laughed, trying to turn the situation a little light hearted, before Ilya said his goodbyes.
6:38pm
***
It had gotten uncomfortable. Shane was left twitching and shifting on Ilya’s knot. He wasn’t sure how much the alpha had pumped into him, but Shane had begun to experience minor cramping. Each time the alpha “came” Shane could tell it hurt, with the alpha groaning painfully each time.
“Does it hurt?” Shane asked even though he knew the answer, having grown bored and antsy, Ilya let out an irritated grunt.
“Dа.” His answer was short. He took a deep breath in, seemingly realizing his anger and frustration shouldn’t be directed at Shane. “Is like. I cannot finish. But also, too much.”
“Overstimulated?” Shane asked, and Ilya nodded. He went to elaborate but his phone went off, it was Wyatt.
“I’m here, should I come in? Do you need any help getting in the jeep?” Wyatt asked, Ilya seemed to contemplate an answer. They had 20 minutes to think about the logistics and they didn’t. Shane’s biggest fear was getting down the stairs, Ilya would have to hold the omega the whole way down, if he slipped going down he could seriously hurt the both of them.
“We may need help getting down the stairs.” Ilya answered quietly, Shane winced. He really didn’t want anyone else seeing them like this. Though he supposed Wyatt would have to if he was giving them a ride. “I do not want to drop Shane. Door should be unlocked”
Ilya had hung up without an answer. Shane was sure the alpha could smell him growing more anxious as the reality of what was occurring really settled in him.
“We’ll use the sheets. To cover up.” Ilya answered the question Shane didn’t ask. He held onto Shane tight as he moved to the edge of the bed. “Hold on tight.”
Shane, thankfully, listened, as Ilya stood up. He let go of his hold on Shane to grab the gray sheets. Shane appreciated the fact the alpha focused on making sure he was covered, Ilya may have been comfortable showcasing himself to the world, Shane was less so. Shane held the sheets tight around Ilya’s neck, for the most part it worked as just a large two-man dress. The situation would have been funny if it were anyone else, Shane mused.
“Roz? Hollzy?” Shane heard the door open downstairs, and the scent of another alpha other than Ilya made his skin prickle, and he could hear the small growl begin in Ilya’s chest, clearly just as unhappy. Even the small display of dominance had Shane’s omega whimpering and tilting his head.
“We’re coming.” Ilya replied, his hands holding tight onto Shane just under his thighs.
Wyatt stood at the bottom of the stairs, staring up as the couple made their way into the upstairs hallway. He made his way halfway up, only stopped by a low growl from Ilya. Wyatt held his hands up, tilting his neck slightly in a show of submission. This was Ilya’s house, and Ilya’s mate. Wyatt wasn't looking for a challenge.
“Sorry. You are here to help. Sorry.” Ilya said softly, but his hold on Shane tightened, Shane’s head grew hazy with the amount of possessive pheromones coming off of his mate. This was difficult. He was sure everything in Ilya’s brain told him to keep him and his mate safe, in the comfort of their nest until his knot went down. He was at a physical disadvantage tied to Shane, his mate’s inner alpha knew that. Not like he needed to actually fight anyone, this wasn’t the dark ages, but Shane was pretty sure his inner alpha didn’t know that one.
“It’s ok, man. I get it, I get like this over Lisa during my ruts.” Wyatt assured, motioning for Ilya to start making careful steps down the stairs.
The first step was agonizing. It felt like Shane was bouncing on his cock, the over inflated knot brushing against his prostate. Ilya seemingly kept his composure at the sensation, but Shane hadn’t been as covert about the effect the movement had on him with the small little gasp that escaped his mouth.
Each step was just as painful, with Wyatt not too far in front of them, arms just below Shane in case he needed to catch the two of them. Though Shane was praying to every god under the sun for them to stay upright.
They reached the bottom of the stairs, and Ilya–and Wyatt–both let out sighs of relief. Ilya spared a glance down at Shane. His omega’s cheeks were flushed red, and his little puffs of air hot on Ilya’s neck.
“Shane, are you ok?” Ilya asked, the question had Wyatt looking at the omega worriedly, his own question about Shane’s wellbeing unasked.
“Yeah, just. Let’s go. Please.” Shane answered quietly, he buried his face as tight as he could into Ilya’s neck, taking deep breaths of the alpha’s scent. Ilya seemingly tried his best to flush out any tinge of worry or pain from his scent. Letting the omega take in large huffs of his calming scent.
Ilya and Wyatt carefully moved through the front yard, to his jeep. Wyatt opened the back door. Both men looked at the prospect of getting into the car with the same consideration one might when beginning to scale a cliff.
“Right.” Wyatt murmured, looking from the couple and back to his jeep. “You could step here–” Wyatt pointed to the side step on the side of the vehicle. “I’ll help you turn around and you can sit and then turn yourself into the car?”
Ilya nodded, awkwardly stepping onto the thin piece attached to the car, Wyatt stood next to him as he carefully turned himself and folded himself–and Shane–so he could sit and then turn.
Wyatt closed the door and took the driver’s seat. He started the car before he spoke. “So I called Lisa, she’s there right now. She wouldn’t say they are the ‘Q-word’ but she did say that as of right now, as long as nothing changes she can help you two inside and into a private room.”
Ilya nodded, it should’ve been a relief to Shane, that they would be whisked away to a private room out of the eyesight of the public. Even though Shane had revealed his secondary gender, and eventually his relationship with Ilya years ago, it was still hard for some fans, and the NHL to swallow. He really didn’t need pictures of them stuck in this predicament plastered all over social media. Enough of their private lives had become headlines, he didn’t need this too.
But right now it was hard for Shane to focus anything other than the knot pressing on his prostate. He tried taking deep breaths of Ilya’s scent, he tried thinking of anything else, how Wyatt was right there and how shitty the situation was entirely.
It didn’t seem to work, it especially didn’t work once Wyatt had begun driving. Each bump in the road, lane change and stop had Shane grinding down or moving on Ilya’s cock. He could feel his slick beginning to start up. As humiliating as it was, Shane thought, maybe this was an opportunity to get them apart. Ilya would pull out, they’d have a laugh, and Wyatt could turn around and drive them home.
The car ride was silent except for the sounds of traffic, the car’s engine, and the occasional use of the turn signal. Try as he might, Shane couldn’t help it, all it took was Wyatt hitting a pothole for a whine to escape Shane’s lips. He immediately pinked up, not wanting to look at either alpha.
He was sure both could smell his own arousal, and he knew Ilya could definitely feel his slick riding down his cock. Shane was stunned he was able to get this hard, with the situation at hand.
“Hollzy, you ok?” Wyatt asked tentatively. It gave Shane some hope that his predicament wasn’t too obvious. However, just before he could answer, Wyatt took a speed bump just a little too fast.
The action bucked Ilya up further inside him, once again brushing against his abused prostate. Shane let out a loud moan that had both Alphas freezing.
He felt Ilya’s arms tighten around him, he truly wished he could will away his arousal. However his omega had already decided that, because his alpha’s knot was lodged deep inside him, now was the perfect time to be turned on.
“I can’t help it.” Shane whined into Ilya’s ear, hoping and praying he was quiet enough for Wyatt not to hear.
He was sure he did, because Wyatt started fiddling with his radio, landing on Today’s Top 40 and turning the volume up as high as he could withstand.
“I know, Котёнок.” Ilya cooed, rubbing a hand on Shane’s back. Shane closed his eyes tight, trying to avoid the feelings in his groin. He just had to make it to the hospital, they were close, right?
7:40pm
***
Of course they had gotten stuck in bumper to bumper traffic, having caught the end of Friday’s rush hour traffic. Shane had gotten lucky, and the ride had remained mostly smooth, and he was able to calm himself down considerably.
He was glad, he didn’t think he could look Wyatt in the eyes if he knew he had orgasmed in the back of his teammates car–with him in it. They had pulled around to some doors that were labeled as employee entrances. Wyatt assured the two that Lisa would meet them outside shortly.
It took all of another 15 minutes for them to manage to get out of Wyatt's car, into the hospital, and situated into a room, with two nurses poking and prodding them with needles for bloodwork and an IV, as well as taking their blood pressure.
Four and a half hours. Is how long they’d been knotted at this point. Shane was beyond tired and irritated, and quite honestly had started considering how silly it was every time he had just begged for the alpha to knot him. He wasn’t sure he would be able to look at Ilya’s knot the same after this situation.
Ilya looked just as, if not more tired. Shane really couldn’t imagine, Shane was at least, only inconvenienced by being stuck. Ilya however was dealing with an actual medical issue, his cock was still very much erect, and it was very much still active.
A knock on the door alerted the pair that their physician, Dr. Lisa Hayes was coming in.
“Hey you two! I wish I wasn’t seeing you tonight under these circumstances.” She greeted, looking at the clipboard she had grabbed.
Shane felt awkward, and clearly Ilya did too, unsure how to navigate a conversation with your friend’s wife while stuck the way they were, but they both nodded in an awkward attempt at a greeting.
“So, good news, and better news!” She started. Looking at the clipboard with their test results “We know why it’s happening, and even better, how to fix it.”
Ilya groaned, this time out of relief. The end was in sight, and their ordeal would soon be over.
“It looks like your alpha hormone levels are through the roof, Ilya, they’re reading much higher than what we like to see.” She started, flipping a page. “I’m also seeing here that, Shane, your omega hormones are a little elevated here too, not so much so that I’m concerned but enough that I’m confident it affected your, um, situation.”
“Is that dangerous? Is this something we need to monitor?” Shane asked, seemingly more considered with the long term affects this could have on them.
“Not necessarily, this isn’t a condition, rather a fluke–more than likely Ilya’s alpha got overexcited about something, and your omega responded in kind. It won’t always happen like this, in fact it rarely ever does.” Lisa continued with a smile.
“So what do we do? I need to not be hard.” Ilya cut in.
“Beta pheromones.” She answered quickly. “And I have a little time, I’d be happy to help.”
Ilya and Shane looked at her with a bewildered expression. Betas were known as the more “normal” secondary gender, generally unaffected by alpha or omega pheromones and antics. In fact Shane had never really considered their biological purpose before now.
“I just need your consent before I take my scent patch off.” She handed them a clipboard as she pointed to the skintoned patch on her neck.
Ilya grabbed it quicker than Shane could process. Quickly scribbling his name and checking the box that stated he wouldn’t sue or whatever legal jargon the hospital chose to use.
She peeled the patch off and disposed of it in the trash can. Shane couldn’t detect any difference in his mood or being, not like when he’s exposed to another alpha or omega’s scent. But turning to Ilya he could tell whatever pheromones were introduced to the small room were having an effect on him.
Ilya let out a sigh of relief, and Shane could feel his knot shrink almost immediately. However, Shane had a moment to feel embarrassed again when it wasn’t just his alpha’s cock that slipped out of him, but a steady stream of his cum too.
“Why does that work? How?” Ilya asked, finally focused on the world around him.
“Before we lived in large communities, and we lived in small localized packs, betas were essential in keeping the peace. That included reducing alpha, or even, omega hormone and pheromone levels.” Lisa started, clearly passionate about the topic. “If there was a drought, or famine, a beta would be useful in lowering omega hormones to prevent heat cycles or even alpha hormones to prevent ruts.”
“Well, how did this happen to us? We don’t live like we did in the past?” Shane asked, confused.
“That may be true. Betas were important pieces to a pack, we know that alpha and omegas made up a larger portion of the population back then. This meant most packs were entirely alpha or omega, such a high number of either can cause a spike in hormones.” She continued. “It’s usually not so much of an issue today because betas make up a much larger portion of the population than they did thousands of years ago, and most alphas and omegas are exposed to a beta's undetectable pheromones on a daily basis.”
She looked up at the pair, Shane finally fully separated from Ilya and sitting with the sheet still wrapped around his naked body.
“However, athletes tend to be exposed to higher levels of alpha pheromones on a daily basis, given that most teams are made up of mostly alphas. Athletes such as hockey players can be more at risk of having elevated levels of hormones. Chances are your alpha was exposed to an influx of alpha hormones,such as when you recently won the cup–congratualatons by the way–and your alpha most likely saw these other alphas as potential competition and acted accordingly.” She finished, looking at the pair. “Any questions?”
“Yes, will this happen again?” Shane asked worriedly, Their team was entirely composed of alphas and omegas, though everyone wore scent patches, sweating and working out usually loosened the adhesive enough that by the end of practice everyone was practically bathing in each other's pheromones.
“Unlikely. Yes, Ilya could see a spike in his hormones again, but this is an abnormal presentation of that. Usually an alpha exposed to a large amount of alpha pheromones becomes slightly more territorial around his omega. Scenting and nesting–yes alphas can nest too–are the most common result.” She answered. “My best guess is in addition to adrenaline and the high you all were riding from your win, your alpha got way too excited.”
Shane nodded and could help the laugh that came out. “Ilya scents me every time I leave the shower, that makes sense now. Is there anything that can be done?”
Lisa shrugged. “Make beta friends?” The joke went right over their heads and Lisa ended up laughing awkwardly to herself before continuing. “Unfortunately there’s no pill filled with beta pheromones that Ilya can take. Making sure the team is wearing good quality scent patches is a step.”
Shane nodded seriously. “I’ll look into it.”
“Right, it was nice seeing you two! I hope the next time I see you it’s at one of Bood’s cookouts, and not here.” She waved before making her exit.
Left to collect their belongings and check out, Shane couldn’t help the obnoxious laugh that came out. The whole situation was terribly comical. He held onto his stomach as he tried to stop. But Ilya joining in just made him laugh harder.
They were absolutely ridiculous. Sent to the ER because they didn’t have any beta friends they hung out with. And he couldn’t help but focus on the fact that Lisa seemed to stress how rare and unlikely something like this could happen.
“Only us.” He finished, looking at Ilya.
“Only us.” He agreed, giving the omega a kiss on the forehead.
Shane wrapped himself in the sheet they had brought, cause the like geniuses they were, they hadn’t thought to bring a change of clothes with them to the hospital. While Ilya was content with the makeshift skirt he made out of the hospital gown.
Walking out, they saw Hayes’ jeep waiting for them. Ilya looked over at Shane. “So, can we still try for pups? Maybe your next heat?”
Shane shuddered and shook his head. “No offense Ilya, I really don’t want to think about your knot right now.”
“That’s not what you were saying yesterday.” Ilya deserved the light punch the omega delivered to his shoulder, before getting into the car.
“We’ll talk about it later.”
“Ok, later.”