"Shit," you curse under your breath as you trip in the dirt. Your hands catch you and you can smell the deep, earthy scent on your palms, but that won't help you now.
You scramble to stand back up and get your feet underneath you. Running through the trees, you silently pray you can find somewhere safe where they can't find you. Sweat drips down your brow and your heart races as you sprint. You have to keep going.
The smell of whiskey, cigars, and blood fills your nose. They're getting closer to you. Inside you're panicking, and you scan the forest for a hiding spot. A big fallen log is only a few meters ahead. Maybe if you crouch and lay down next to it and cover yourself in leaves, they won't see you or scent you.
You sprint as fast as you can towards the horizontal tree. The sound of breaking branches and heavy footsteps pounds behind you. Hopefully, they won't see you hide. You're so close.
Your hands reach out to the fallen tree, almost there. But before you can hide, you feel yourself being pulled away. A large, mass that reeks of gun powder and motor oil tackles you to the ground. Your head connects with a stray rock on the woodland floor and everything goes black.
When you wake, your head is pounding. It feels like you were hit by a truck. You struggle to open your eyes through the pain. Blinking awake, you realize the room is dimly lit, but it feels much brighter with your splitting headache. Once your eyes adjust, you glance around and shiver. The room is bare and full of concrete. It looks like a dungeon or a torture chamber.
In an attempt to relieve the stiff pain flooding down your shoulders, you try to sit up and realize you can't. Looking down, you see that you're strapped down on a cold, metal table. Rough, leather cuffs wrap around your wrists and keep your hands pinned above your head. Your ass sits on the end of the table and your legs are spread open in stirrups. Matching leather cuffs keep your legs still. You're still wearing the simple black panties and bra you were wearing before.
Trying not to panic, your eyes flicker around the room. There are no windows and only a few hanging lights from the ceiling. Strange symbols are painted on the floor. Your throat goes dry as you try and think of a plan, but before you can think of anything though, an odd door opens and two figures enter the room.
Turning your head to look at them, your eyes widen and your nostrils flare. Alphas.
The first one is abnormally tall. His shoulders are wide, and his chest is broad. Light, brown hair falls into his intense eyes and you flinch when he focuses his glare onto you. The second figure is shorter, but equally as imposing. His hair is kept short and his emerald eyes seem to bare into your soul. You squirm slightly under their leering eyes and begin to shake.
However, it's their scent that overpowers you. They smell like gasoline, coffee and sawdust which seems that would smell awful, but your mouth waters and your belly tightens. Despite the fear, you cannot get enough of the aroma. Their scents are so intertwined that you can't tell whose belongs to whose. They must be family or incredibly close.
The one with grassy eyes smirks at you and approaches. You try to make yourself smaller even though there is no where for you to go.
"Well, well. Looks like we caught ourselves an Omega," he growls in a deep baritone voice. You whimper and turn your head away from him. "Now, now sweetheart. Don't you worry. We're going to take care of you."
You squint an eye open and glance at him. He's standing over your as his eyes roam hungrily over your body. And that's when you scent it. His pupils are blown, and you can smell his rut coming on. Your eyes flash to the other Alpha and he's still standing in the corner with a wicked grin on his face. His rut is coming on too.
Struggling against your restraints, you start to outwardly panic. Your knees press together as you try to hide the small amount of slick that comes out of you, your body naturally reacting to the imposing Alphas. "Please don't hurt me. Please just let me go."
Green eyes chuckles at you and runs a single finger down your side. You gasp and vainly try to shift away from his touch. "Don't worry doll. We're not going to hurt you. As I said, we're going to take good care if you."
As his fingers reach your thighs and skirt across your panties, the one in the corner clears his throat and cautions, "Dean, we're suppose to wait. We're suppose to claim her as a pack."
Your heart stopped, and your blood ran cold. The one you now know as Dean growled in the back of his throat. "Come on, Sammy. We can have a little fun before Dad gets here."
Oh, fuck you think to yourself. They're a family. A pack. These two sound like brothers. Ever since Omegas became rarer and rarer, it became more common for entire packs to claim a single Omega. It became increasingly dangerous for Omegas as the laws protecting them were no longer enforced. There was no way to protect them from a pack of rutting Alphas. It looks like your deepest fears were going to come true.
"Dean," Sam spat, "Dad will fucking kill us if we claim her first."
"I'm not saying we freaking claim her," Dean yelled, "I'm saying we have some fun until he gets here."
Dean was sweating and practically vibrating from his proximity to you. He obviously has less control over his rut than Sam did.
Your chest starts heaving as you try to suppress a sob. The idea of multiple Alphas taking you while they're in a rut terrifies you. However, the slick keeps gathering between your thighs and a sheen of sweat begins to cover your skin. Their scent is still so intoxicating.
Noticing your concealed cry, Sam approaches you and gently runs his hand down your cheek and pushes your hair back. You cower at his touch and his burning stare. "There, there baby girl. You're ok."
"Please just let me go. I don't want to be your fuck-toy. I don't want to be your miserable sex slave," you beg as a sob wretches from your core. You feel pathetic and helpless, but you don't know what else to do.
Dean and Sammy exchange a look and they're eyes soften slightly. "Come on, doll," Dean reassures, "That's not all you'll be!"
Another sob quells through your body and Sam shoots his brother a glare. He glances back down at you and explains softly, "We're not just going to use you for our ruts and then leave you for dead."
You stifle a sniffle, "You're not?"
"No, sweetie," Sam coos, "We need a den mother for our pack. We're going to claim you and breed you. Gonna' keep you for our own."
Your eyes widen in horror and you begin to flail as hard as you can against the leather cuffs. Your curse and scream against them. That is so much fucking worse than being left for dead.
Sam moves quickly and holds down your restrained hands, so you don't hurt yourself. He has a wicked grin and the kindness from his eyes is gone. "Oh come on. It won't be so bad! We need a hot, bitch in our pack. There are too many fucking Alphas right now."
As he's speaking and holding your arms, Sam leans down over you and his supple lips run over your collarbone. His nose presses into the crook in your neck and he inhales deeply. "Fuck, you smell so good, 'Mega."
You whimper at your title and you feel your panties moisten. Dean chuckles near your feet and you can feel his fingers graze against your thigh. "I think she likes you, Sammy."
Sam chuckles as his teeth graze across your neck and his tongue laps at your skin. A small moan escapes your lips and your belly cramps again. It's been so long since you've been this close to an Alpha, never mind two of them. Your body is responding and there's nothing you can do about it.
"Why don't you check how much she likes its?," Sam moans into your throat, but the question was directed at Dean. Without a second's hesitation, Dean swiped at your panties and tore them completely off. You shriek in surprise as you feel the cool air kiss your folds. Dean holds your shredded panties in his hand and he stares into your eyes. He never breaks eye contact as he brings the panties to his face and inhales slowly.
"Goddamnit, she smells so good," he groans. "It looks like you already gotten her dripping wet, Sammy."
Sam chuckled and without any warning, he pulls a knife from his pocket and flicks it open. You began to scream in terror as he brings the blade down to your skin; however, you are relieved when he simply glides the blade against your bra and not your dewy skin. He slices the bra and pulls it off your chest, leaving you completely naked. Your nipples hardened in the chilly, air.
"Wait, guys," you plead, "Your dad will be so mad, right? Don't you have to wait for him?"
Dean looks at his brother with a raised eyebrow, but Sam simply smirks, "Dad won't mind us warming you up." His control is wavering as he begins to give into his animalistic self.
Not needing anymore permission, Dean stands between your legs and peers deep into your core. You shudder as you feel his fingers between your legs. They caress your outer lips and he peels them open, so he can fully take you in. Your face reddens under his scrutiny. You've never felt more vulnerable before in your life. A shiver courses down your spine as a thick finger drags through your folds. "Fuck, she is so fucking wet for us, Sammy. This little slut it just begging for it."
You gasp out as Sam's massive hands cover your pert breasts and pinch your nipples. The stimulation from both brothers is making your head spin and your vision clouds. Slick spills from you and you can't hold it back. Your belly won't stop clenching and you can feel the longing build in your loins. It's been so long since you've had a heat and now your worry that its being triggered by the rutting Alphas.
Dean's stubble prickles your thigh and you can feel his breath on your opening. "Mmm, what a good little Omega. Getting so wet for me. I just might have to taste."
Your head shoots up when you feel his hot tongue drag down your slit. His emerald eyes stare up at you while the lower half of his head is buried between your thighs. Before you can catch a breath, Sam's mouth is devouring your pink buds. His hand grasps one breast, while he feeds on the other.
"Holy fuck," you puff as you suck in a breath.
"You taste so fucking good, baby girl," Dean moans into your folds. "You're like fucking candy to me." He shifts slightly and wraps his lips around your clit. Your pelvis lurches forward in response and you can hear Sam laugh at your neediness.
While Sam kisses up your chest and to your neck, Dean pushes two fingers into you. When you open your mouth the squeal, Sam seizes his opportunity and thrusts his tongue into your mouth. He tastes bitter like whiskey, but also sweet like honey. You can't help but roll your tongue against his.
Dean slips another finger into your dripping pussy and you moan into Sam's mouth. He pulls away and kisses your face softly. "I think she likes that, big brother." Dean simply hums into you in response.
Sam steps back and you watch him calmly reach down and begin to unbuckle his belt. Your eyes widen as your rational brain remembers the dangerous situation you're in. Once again, you pull your wrists against your restraints and thrust your hips upward in an attempt to escape; however, you only succeed in pushing your mound farther into Dean's waiting mouth.
Grasping a hand on your shoulder, Sam attempts to calm you. "It's ok little girl. I'm just going to give you something to fill that pretty mouth of yours."
His other hand unbuttons the top of his jeans and pulls the zipper down. He pushes his jeans and boxers down just enough so they're riding low on his hips. The biggest cock you have ever seen springs from the dark curly hair between his legs just inches away from your face. Instead, of feeling fear, your eyes narrow and your mind stops. You lick your lips and clench your fists.
As you squirm slightly, Dean continues to bore down on your clit. "Damn Sammy, I think she definitely likes you. Her slick won't let up," Dean mutters as he thrusts his finger into you harder making you yelp.
Sam doesn't respond as his darkened eyes focus on your plump lips. He fists his cock as it weeps pre-cum. Stroking himself gently, his control is breathtaking. Every inch of him screams to overtake you, but he wants to enjoy this moment.
Whimpering, you can only focus on the angry head in front of you. All of your control is gone and there is nothing left except instinct. Now you wish you had a free hand, so you could reach out to him. Sam's senses your need and he can smell your sweet scent blossoming from you.
"You want this baby girl?"
You simply nod your head at him, but that's not enough.
"Use your words. Tell me what you want."
"I wanna taste you," you whine.
With that, Sam pushes his cock against your lips and you open your mouth for him. He tastes tangy and salty. You inhale his musky scent and groan onto his cock. Sam's eyes roll back into his head at the sensation.
As you suckle on Sam, you can feel your own pleasure mounting. Dean is relentless on your pussy and you can feel yourself start to squeeze down on his fingers. You don't hold back the pleasure that these Alphas are forcing onto you or think about the consequences. You're drunk on their scent and their touch.
"Mmm, you like that slut?," Dean goads, "Are you gonna come all over my fingers like a good little girl?"
The only response you can give is a groan into Sam's cock. His fist wraps into your hair as he pulls your farther onto his fat member.
"Come for me, baby girl," Dean demands, using his deep Alpha voice.
Immediately, your entire body begins to tingle, and you feel electric. White light blinds your vision and static fills your ears. You scream onto Sam's cock as you feel your orgasm rip through you. Your pussy quivers and contracts around Dean's fingers and your cum leaks down his forearm. As your clit grows too sensitive, you writhe away from his tongue.
Dean lifts his head from between your thighs, his face covered in your juices. You whimper at the loss of him as he withdraws his fingers. He watches you take his little brother's cock into your mouth and his member strains against his jeans. Palming his cock through his pants, he stares at where your lips cover Sam's cock.
Moaning, Sam runs his fingers across your cheek and pushes your hair back. He pressed his fingers into your cheek and he can feel his cock through the thin layer of skin. His cock throbs into you mouth at the sensation and Dean can no longer hold himself back.
"Fuck this," he curses as he briskly undoes his jeans and pulls them down to expose his cock. "I'm not fucking waiting for dad anymore."
You pop your head off Sam's cock to peer down at Dean. Although he may not be as long, his dick even thicker than Sam's. Your breath catches in your throat as Dean runs his straining cock through your folds; however, Sam distracts you and pulls your head back towards him. You take him back into your mouth as you feel Dean rub up and down your slit. Before you can brace for the impact of Dean's cock, the door crashes open and both of the boys hastily pull away from you.
Whipping your head around, you see an older man with a scent similar to Sam and Dean's. His hair and beard are peppered with grey, but his chest is equally as broad, and his arms are just as muscular as his sons. Brows furrowed, he practically roars at the scene before him and you can feel your body instantly tremble. The boys dart back away from you.
"You were supposed to wait for me…," he glowers.