Part One

Imade quick work of pulling the omega's shorts off and strapping his parted legs to steel-reinforced leather cuffs attached to chains bolted to the floor. His wrists fit into similar cuffs with a chain, but I locked his hands together so I'd be able to flip him over later by only freeing his legs.

He was secured. Just in time. The omega snapped his head to the side, looked at me with that crazed gaze of his, and screamed into the gag.

The chains rattled as he writhed like he'd been zapped by a cattle prod. The straps of the Hannibal contraption on his face dug into his cheeks.

"Shhh… stay still and I'll take your mask off," I said loud enough to break through his shriek.

He didn't stop moving.

Well, fuck.

The bed dipped only slightly when I climbed it. Straddling his lower back, I held him down by the neck with one hand and worked the straps of the mask with the other. I let go of him and, using the momentum of his flailing, I slid the mask off.

The omega writhed again.

"Let me help you." My lips were against his earlobe when I inhaled his scent and his pheromones invaded my senses. Even sweaty and scratched, he smelled like a flower garden. One populated with plants producing cock-hardening aphrodisiacs. I flicked my tongue over the cartilage and ground my hard-on into his ass. "A knot will ease your pain and your lust, I promise."

I chanced moving the ball gag to the side, but the omega released an ear-splitting cry, trying to bite me. "Suit yourself!" I closed my teeth over his shoulder, not biting, not marking him, but holding him in place as I ground my cock in between his ass cheeks.

The hormones he was releasing drove me insane. I wanted to fuck him until we both screamed. Knot him and pin him to the bed until he calmed down. Yeah. I wanted to fuck him raw. And I was about to.

The omega stopped trying to escape, but his breathing was quick, like a rabbit caught in a snare. I dipped two fingers in between his cheeks and groaned.

"Fuck, you're so wet. You ruined the sheets." He'd been dripping before they'd brought him in as his legs showed streaks of dried slick all the way to his ankles.

A growl bubbled up from my chest. I kicked my shoes off with the socks and shed my jeans. My cock sprang up and relief flooded me from having it free. Three strokes helped me ease the strain in it and wet the crown with pre-cum. All omegas were tested prior to the bidding, or so we were promised. Besides, I regularly took shots that allowed me to fuck his gorgeous ass without worrying about diseases.

"I'll sink into your warm heat to help you. But I will enjoy every second of it." Adding a third finger, I stretched his welcoming hole and focused on my tone. "Now, open up for me." I used my alpha command voice, which should force him to obey me. He was so far gone it calmed him for a moment only, but it was enough for me to push my cock into him in one glide. Fuck, he was so ready.

He screamed and writhed under me, but I held him down with my weight. I was a lot bigger than him, and I knew how to use my strength when needed. I closed my eyes and relished his tunnel gripping me before I pulled out halfway. His labored breathing punched the air, but he stopped his wild screeching and lifted his ass to follow my movements.

"See, you can feel the relief already. Oof!"

He bucked so hard my cock nearly slipped out. "You're strong. Good. But—" I pushed into him again, groaning at the slick heat welcoming me once more. "You're not going anywhere. Not tonight."

My thrusts were shallow, but with each one, my omega's body calmed a fraction more. I braced my hands on both sides of him to change the angle and began to pound harder and deeper. Wet slaps echoed through the room when my groin met his ass, sending a wave through his cheeks, making them jiggle.

"Almost there. Fuck. You feel so good." My lower back tingled just as my entire body geared for my impending orgasm. I leaned my weight on one hand so I could grip his buttock with the other and pull it to the side. My fingertips dug into his skin as I watched my cock glide into him, his pink rim holding me tight.

His shoulders rose and fell as he breathed fast but he wasn't trying to escape anymore. A muffled moan filled the room, and this time, it wasn't mine.

My omega moaned again, and the sound sent shivers through me so hard, my orgasm came barreling out. I shot into his tunnel over and over, my cock pulsing, my base starting to swell.

"That's right." My voice was a growled rasp. "Take my knot."

He released a needy whimper, holding onto the chain that kept his cuffed wrists as he shuddered. I reached around to stroke him, and within moments, he trembled as his cum coated my hand and the sheets. His body relaxed under me, and he nuzzled his cheek into the pillow. My abdomen remained heated with a dull buzz of post-orgasmic satisfaction and the pressure of my knot filling the omega to the brim as his outer ring of muscle grasped my base.

"That's a good boy." I wiggled my arms under him and held him tight, resting my chin on his shoulder. My knot would remain firm for about half an hour, but I hadn't done it in a while, so it might be longer. I let my eyes flutter closed and listened to his heartbeat slow down to a regular rate. He must have dozed off as, after time passed, he startled abruptly and rattled the chains he was strapped to.

"This will be over soon, and you'll go home," I said, but my attempts at soothing were useless as his breathing sped up.

"Shhh, I know you're here against your will, but I'll get you out."

He wiggled again, then whimpered when he pulled on my knot. I held him closer. "It will go down soon, and I'll get off you."

His breathing slowed, and we lay waiting until I could pull out of him with a wet squelch.

The scent of my cum and his slick mixed in the air, and fucking hell, if that didn't make me hard again. I scrambled off the bed and kneeled on the floor. With a gentle touch, I brushed aside the hair that covered half of his face.

Emerald green eyes met mine. They were less crazed than before. Good.

"Are you better? Nod if yes."

He didn't move.

"I'll take the gag out, okay?"

No response. Only a haunting stare.

I unbuckled the strap at the back of his head, tracing my fingertips over the groove it dug into his cheek. The expression on his face was one of relief, but only for a split second before his eyes blazed with fury again.

Shit.

It didn't work. It had been only the first wave of his heat that he'd been serviced, but I hoped my cum would soothe him enough. Apparently, because of the prolonged wait, he'd need more than one fuck to regain full lucidity. The muscles in his back rippled as he shivered and opened his mouth.

I expected a shriek, but he flicked his tongue over his dry lips.

"You must be parched." A glance around the room revealed a tray with a jug of water and two glasses above a mini-fridge. Walking to it, I felt his gaze on me, and with a hit of vanity, I wanted him to like what he saw.

He was still on his front and wouldn't be able to drink from a glass, so I rummaged in the cabinet above the fridge. Bingo. I poured the water, added a straw, and rushed to kneel in front of him with it.

He drank with long pulls until he coughed, and I took the drink away, wiping his mouth with my thumb.

Before my cock rose to the occasion again, I had time to wash the omega properly. The spacious en-suite bathroom had a glass shower enclosure that could fit several people, and the tub in the middle resembled a jacuzzi ready for a frat party.

Ideally, I'd draw a bath and immerse the omega, letting the hot water ease his pain. But it was too risky. Instead, I grabbed a bowl and filled it with water. In search of towels, I rummaged in the dresser drawers and discovered a well of sex toys varying from plugs and dildos, to floggers and various genital and nipple clamps.

Not today. Not with him.

With cloths and towels from the second dresser, I brought the bowl to the nightstand.

His eyes were closed, so I let myself admire the lines of his face, sharp jawline, and dark lashes fanning over his cheeks. Even completely wrung out and fucked, his features were those of a warrior angel—pretty but not soft.

Before the water grew cold, I dipped a cloth and squeezed it. "I will wash your face," I said, but the omega didn't stir. Was he taking a nap? Good. He'd need the energy. I felt bad possibly waking him, but he also deserved a modicum of humanity, and being semi-clean was a good start.

The water dripped onto his forehead as I lowered the cloth and wiped the sweat off it, then continued down his cheek. The marks from the gag would turn into bruises, but the skin remained uncracked. Someone had tightened it way too hard, and if I hadn't been a horny idiot, I would have loosened it up earlier. Moving the dark waves of his hair from his nape, I washed there, and down his back with slow strokes I hoped were soothing. Once I reached his ass, I changed the water, then did so several times more as his inner thighs down to his feet were covered in crusted slick. I hadn't let him move too much, so his ankles shouldn't be bruised from the cuffs. With another fresh bowl, I climbed onto the bed between his parted legs to wipe his sac, his flaccid cock, and his puffed hole. I swirled a finger around, looking for tears at the rim, but found none. Just because he was still in heat after so long didn't mean someone hadn't tried calming him down with a knot or anything else. I shuddered at the possibilities. Then again, I wasn't any better.

Removing my fingers, I let go of his ass, and it bounced back with a jiggle. Fuck. It was gorgeous. A tongue bath would ease the swelling of his pucker. I parted the cheeks and licked into him, tasting my cum along with his slick, my tongue tracing his rim.

The omega moaned, pushing his bum into my face so I lapped with fervor. Fuck, I've never been so horny when servicing an omega in heat.

With reluctance, I pulled away. "I'll turn you over to wash your front." His next wave would come soon, I'd indulge in his ass then.

The chain securing his hands would allow me to flip him, but I had to unstrap his feet. He lay motionless when I freed his right leg, then left. Now to gently—

One moment I was on the bed, the next pain exploded in my face, and I hit the floor, air leaving my lungs.

The little shit kicked me.

I sprang onto the bed. The omega was on his back, his eyes on me as he snarled. In an attempt to grab his flailing legs, I caught a kick to the chest and upper arm but cuffed his ankles. He didn't stop trying to escape but couldn't move much once he was secure again.

"You'll hurt yourself. Stop!" I yelled in my alpha command.

He quieted, and I straddled his hips, holding him still. "Hey, look at me." I cupped his cheeks but snatched my hand when he snapped his teeth. "Keep this up, and I'll gag you."

He huffed and looked away.

I fetched a bowl of fresh water and returned to my position on top of him to wipe the other side of his face and down his chest. The dark hairs on his legs rose when I wiped his thighs and around his groin. He was uncut, and his flaccid cock rested to the side, inviting me to suck it until it grew hard.

He snapped his hips up, sending his dick to flap onto his abdomen, so I gently took it in my hand, pulled the foreskin back, and washed around the crown and down its length. An omega's cock was naturally small, but that's what made it beautiful, too. It wasn't made for knotting but for the omega's pleasure only, and I'd have to make sure to take good care of it tonight. The more he came, the sooner his heat would pass.

"Your skin is so smooth," I said, tracing the tan line on his abdomen.

His scent was fucking with my head and my body as I craved to be near him, hold him in my arms to never let go. Fuck. No omega's heat had ever influenced me that much. I wanted to kiss his hip, to suck his flaccid dick, to fuck him until he cried out my name. Which he didn't even know.

I set the bowl aside and covered his middle with one of the blankets from a pile in the corner.

"I'm Eldin," I said and sat at the edge of the bed. "What's your name?"

The omega snarled, baring his teeth at me. "F—"

"Frank? Frederick? Finnick?"

He flicked his tongue over his bottom lip. "F— Fuck you," he spat.

"Well, I'm not calling you that." I had no frame of reference for what to expect after each knotting in his condition or even if his sanity would return at all. I had to wait for the next wave and hope for the best. Meanwhile, I began washing his feet, toe by toe.

"You've had a rough few weeks, huh?" I didn't expect an answer, so I continued. "You can hate me later, but I'll make sure you survive this heat. I can't get you pregnant, so don't worry about that."

The omega's eyes turned to me, confusion in the frantic glare.

"An accident when I was a child." I shrugged. Or it was what I told people. My defect was also why I got the job. I could track omegas, and if I fucked someone, I wouldn't get them pregnant. I was the safest bet to send to the bidding.

After I washed between his toes, even his feet looked good enough to lick. Fuck, his next wave must be close as the scent in the air stirred my cock back to life.