John was lifted up off his feet by strong arms around his waist and then shoved roughly back into the Alpha's tent. His ankle hit a rather heavy chest near the large fur bed. He cried out in pain, shaking hands reaching for the source of pain. The Beta that had tossed him in laughed cruelly. "That will keep you still and this should have put one on you when we had the chance like the other 't have you escaping."
The Beta produced a collar and John are the tried to roll away from the hands that grabbed his arm roughly. He whimpered in pain. His skin was burning, his stomach ached and already he felt the slick growing between his legs.
"Leave." The now conscious Alpha was standing, swaying on his feet. The Beta didn't hesitate.
"Sire, I sent word to your brother that we've found the princess and that we will be slightly delayed."
"Out!" The Alpha snapped, removing the last of his clothes. The omega scooted until his back was against the tent's wall. The dark haired Alpha only reached for the collar and pulled his pray towards his eager body.
"No!" John panted but his own biology said otherwise. His omega scent became stronger in response to the very fertile Alpha straddling him.
~0~
MIke and Bill fought against the ropes tethering them to a tree, the men outside jeering and laughing. "That's right! Take him! Make that little bitch yours!" One man guffawed pulled the tent flaps closed.
Eira clung to her child, tears running down her scratched and pale cheeks. "I'm so sorry." She sobbed. "I'm so sorry. He isn't a cruel man."
She tried to offer comfort to those around her but the other two refused to even look in her direction.
She tried to remember her first heat spent with Sherrinford but it had been an embarrassing blur. She'd awoken next to him feeling sore and shocked at the bruises and scratches that littered his very well toned body. Her own Omega parent had warned her that Alphas demand submissive mates they punish those harshly that are not. In the bedroom and outside. It is their right. With their language barrier at the time, Sherrinford said nothing. The intimidating Alpha he had simply rolled off the their bed and bid striding naked across the room and called for a hand maiden to take Eira to be cleaned up.
After she was properly cleaned and any scratches ans well as bruises were covered up with clothing, all except the mating mark on her neck she was brought back to him. He was still naked, and d Adult Alpha she had ever seen in such a mate was beautiful and his foreign words were hard to understand but they whispered softly and he'd pulled her to him. And then laid her in the middle of the redressed bed, sheets fresh and duvets exchanged for something heavier. Pulling away from these thoughts she shook her head firmly. She had thought she could love him but she was a fool. And now she had brought disaster to Sherlock and the strange Omega named John.
~0~
John bit the arm that trapped him causing the Alpha behind him to grunt, then the Omega pushed his head back, smashing into the Alphas nose. This got his attacker's attention. The small Omega would not be taken easily. He would not be forced!
Even in the heat induced haze a fraction of the Omega's senses were working. He wouldn't be forced or held down. He could keep fighting. The Alpha rolled over, holding his nose whining.
The defenseless noise caused the Omega to turn back from his crouched position on the bed. The Alpha was holding his nose and grunted in pain. The blond Omega tilted his head to the side, curiously watching the blood drip from the larger male.
Another whine had him wanting to ease the hurt Alpha with the delicious scent. Shaky hands found a piece of discarded clothing and placed it over the Alpha's hands, tilting the sweaty forehead back. Another whine from the Alpha made the Omega huff in disapproval.
The blond winced when he moved to stand from the bed, his ankle causing him to crumple at the Alpha's bare feet.
It was the dark haired strangers turn to lift the Omega up, carefully laying him on the soft furs of the bed.
Large smooth hands wrapped around the swollen and bruised ankle. The dark head leaned down carefully licking up the bruised appendage, moving higher only to pause at the omega's naked hip. By then the blond had turned over on his back, legs wide and panting hard.
Sherlock brought his head down slowly ready to lick the wet from the lubricated thighs of such a muscular Omega. Hands parted the legs without resistance he dipped his bruised nose down into the hardened and weeping Omega's cock.
The Alpha whined, unable to smell the delicious scent with his bruised and bloodied nose and instead he lapped at the small cock nestled so perfectly in the soft blond nest, surprised when hands cupped his face and pulled him up. Thighs open, body arching and grinding against him. The Omega bit his arm in warning and the Alpha understood positioning his own hardened cock at the opening of the wanting hole. Without more thought, instinct took over and he was thrusting into the wet tight heat of the Omega.
The sounds of grunts and moans filled the small space of the tent, the outside world forgotten. All that mattered was an Alpha and the perfect Omega milking him, pushing down and riding the hard cock. A knot started to form and the Omega tried to move away from the discomfort but it was too late. The Alpha was lost to instinct and pushed through any resistance physically and mentally.
~0~
Mycroft rolled his eyes, receiving the message claiming delay. He wouldn't let Sherlock's normal antics get in the way of returning home. If Eira was found then they would all return. What was that damn Sherlock getting up to now?
"Bring me my horse." Mycroft snapped to his man. The beta nodded and rushed to do as his master bid. "I will not let that little shit delay us another day." Mycroft signaled for his entourage to stay, only taking three of his most trusted Alpha guards.
He arrived just as the sun began to set. His sharp eyes found Eira sitting with a collar around her neck. She held a crying child in her arms, trying to cover herself as she offered her breast.
The second eldest Alpha went straight to her kneeling down he offered his own cloak to cover her modesty. Her face was bruised and she looked pale but her cheeks were red. Mycroft felt her head. She was feverish.
"Where the hell is my brother." He growled, sniffing the air and his stomach turned. He counted two Omega guards. Neither looked like the Watson prince. He turned to his brother's tent and found several of his brother's men slapping each other's backs and laughing. Sherlock himself was nowhere to be found but the scent of an Omega in heat was very strong.
"It's too late." Eira sniffed. "The deed is done. He's taken his claim. Poor John."
"John?" Mycroft placed a hand over his mouth. His brother wasn't interested in omegas! This wasn't happening despite the heavy scent of sex and Omega pheromones.
"Oh, god, Sherlock. What have you done?" Mycroft moved towards the tent's opening only to be blocked by his brother's men.
"Sorry, sir. It's too dangerous to let you go in. Let the boy finish. You know how Alphas can be when marking territory and breeding."
"Breeding?" Mycroft wrinkled his nose taking a step back. He looked back at Eira and the two Omegas tethered to a tree. Neither one looked at him.
"Oh, Sherlock. What have you done?"
