Omegaverse / bonded GHOST / SOAP / GAZ / PRICE PART 73 🔞🔞🔞: “Bloody hell, has he always been that pretty when he cries?” Gaz sighed as he had to remove his hand. He was teetering on the edge of release and even he knew that would be foolish. He couldn’t waste a drop outside of Ghost. The needy omega deserved every drop. “Nah. Something about him all broke down makes it so much better.” Soap purred as he didn’t care if he came. He’d be ready enough to fill his pretty omega soon enough. That was one of the perks of sharing his inner bond with omega and Alpha, an omega recovered so much faster than any Alpha could, making them perfect for long sessions like this was going to be. “He’s always this pretty. Just neither of you can obviously do it as well as I can.” Price hummed as he pushed Ghosts thighs apart. Slipping a finger back into the warm slickness of Simon who now gripped the headboard, refusing to move his wrists until he was told to. “Isn’t that right? I smell it on you when you walk into my office, the scent of fresh slick, I bet you’d came just listening to me talk before haven’t you? I bet you have to fuck into your pillow at night when you don’t get to sleep beside me. It’s never as good is it?” Price purred as he raised one of Ghosts legs up and over his shoulder, kissing along his inner thigh, lapping at the streaks of slick. “Ngh…y-yes. Fuck! Yes…I try. It’s never good enough. I can’t finish alone. I can’t. Alpha, please.” Ghost sobbed as he ground against the single finger inside of him, his body giving in completely as he just needed release. But more importantly he wanted to make his Alpha’s happy. “Good boy.” Price muttered as his finger was removed so he could guide Ghosts other leg over the opposing shoulder. “Now go on. Do that pretty thing I like.” Ghost’s body was a mess, heaving for a breath, nipples so firm and erect that they ached. Cock throbbing painfully against Price’s chest. He knew what price meant and took that as permission to finally move his arms, trailing down to his pass to spread himself for the Captain to see. “Mhm, just as used as I last left you.” Price gave little warning as he drew Ghost in closer, cock piercing him like he was nothing more than a thin sheet of paper to be torn. He didn’t protest as the captain hilted himself right to the base with one agonising thrust that even had Price losing himself. Back arching to curl his hips in till their skin met. “Ngh! Fuuu~” Ghost drooled out the words, eyes rolling as his arms fell slack beside him. The stretch to match Price’s girth was sheer agony but it was enough to have his cock dribbling. He was so incredibly close. “What do you say Simon?” Price grunted as he found just the pace that made Simon’s toes curl and thighs clench. “T-thank…thank you…Alpha.” Ghost winced through a moan, his jaw clenched as he bit back an orgasm. He hadn’t been told yet. He had to be told he could. He wanted to be good. “You’re so welcome little omega”. Price growled out as he chased his orgasm, head rolling back, smirking over at Soap and Gaz who were disheveled and trembling. Ghosts scent had left the Alphas feral and out of their minds with the need to draw those sounds from him too. “Such pretty sounds.” Price grunted as his orgasm was just on the brink. “I think you’ve earned this one. Go on. Cum for me.” Ghost didn’t need to be told twice as the building orgasm ripped through him, he swore he saw stars in the moments before the world whited out around him. It had only been for a moment before the feeling of Price’s lips on his own drew him back to the current moment. There it was, that full feeling he needed so badly. “T-thank you…Alpha.” “Oh we’re not done. I want that pretty mouth of yours as fucked up as your hole. Understood?” Ghost gulped and nodded, half lidded eyes glancing over to Soap and Gaz , a silent invite for his other Alpha’s to have a taste. Neither of them could deny him.

Omegaverse / bonded GHOST / SOAP / GAZ / PRICE PART 72: 🔞🔞🔞 Ghosts lips trembled as he whispered a small “please” but it fell on deaf ears. He wasn’t begging for it to stop and Price knew that. He had known that well enough from the many nights Ghost had been ground into the sheets. No matter his state he’d have been blunt and put a stop to this. But that was Simon’s way of begging for more. Desperate to feel that high of his orgasm that Price always served him so deliciously. “Sings like a beauty, sir.” Soap hummed as he eased himself back into his hand, eyes fixed on Ghosts quivering frame. Ghost groaned and tugged against the grip that Price had on his hair, desperate to hide his face, no longer ashamed but feeling like prey among predators. A slab of meat for them to feast on. He loved it, he needed more. Price knew those little signs. The way Simon’s thighs trembled and the way he breathed, the faint squeak that broke through such gruff moans. He was ever so close and Price liked that. “Once more? Hmm? That’s all it’ll take isn’t it?” Ghost ground his ass back, desperate to be pushed over the edge but just as he ground back he found that he was chasing a retreating touch. “N-no…no.” He whimpered out at the sudden emptiness. “No…need it. John. Please…” Price smirked and moved closer to Ghost. One harsh yank of his hair as ghost was laid on his back, cock throbbing, refusing to let the omega rut into the sheets to finish. “I think you know what you should be calling me, don’t you?” Ghost panted and pressed up to kiss along the captains stomach and chest, nodding eagerly, knowing if he was good he’d get what he wanted, what he deserved. “Yes…Ngh. Please. Please Alpha.” Ghost kissed down his body, dropping lower as he could already smell the intoxicating thick scent of Price growing stronger the closer he got to his cock. “Mm. not yet. You have to earn that.” Price warned, using the way he held Ghosts hair to throw him back into the bed, this time he sat across the Omega’s thighs to keep him in place, his own pressing in firmly. Ghost was thankful to feel the tight grip of his hair slacken but just as he reached up to feel Price’s body he found both wrists pinned back with one hand. “No.” The Captain was firm, practically commanding him and Ghost melted at the demeanour of the man. Fuck. He was incredible. “I said not yet.” Price warned as he slipped his hand down to cost his fingers in the warming thickness of slick, letting it trail over his hand as he slowly stroked from base to tip. Enjoying the sight of Ghost coming undone beneath him. “A-ahhh.” Ghost purred out, eyes fluttering shut as he ached for release but each time it drew close price only removed his hand and let that warming haze fade till Ghost was damn near tears on the bed. “Good omegas get to cum. Are you a good omega?” Ghost nodded furiously but only got a slick coated hand gripping his jaw. “I want to hear you say it.” That Alpha growl that rippled from Price had Ghost already twitching back to alertness. He could cum from just the sound of Price. It was so good. “I-…” Ghost gasped as he tasted the slick that clung to Price’s fingers when he trialed them across his lips. “I’m a good— good omegas. I’ll be good. So good. Please! Please Alpha. I can’t take it. I can’t go again. I need it. Please.” Ghosts cheeks were soaked with tears as he parted his lips for the Alpha, taking two fingers deep into his mouth to suckle the taste of himself from them until they were removed with a satisfying ‘pop’. Price looked more than amused with the scene beneath him. Slowly the captain leaned down to his ear, you could hear the smile forming on his lips as he pressed them to the shell of Ghosts ear. “No.” His world was shattering at that one word. No? If he came he’d be disobeying. He’d be a bad omega and he only wanted to be good for his Alpha’s. He choked back a sob and nodded. Letting price know that he could continue.

Omegaverse / bonded GHOST / SOAP / GAZ / PRICE PART 71: 🔞🔞🔞 Ghost didn’t know what he expected. He knew how Gaz, Soap and Price were all separately. They were intoxicating. And if that had been each of them holding back on him he had no idea what was going to be in store for him tonight. He was just thankful that the superior quarters of the base was on a completely different side from the other dorms. He could be as vocal as he wanted to be and not a soul other than his Alpha’s would hear him. That fact sent shivers down his back. He was completely at their mercy and instead of something like that striking fear into him he found himself elated. In fact, he found himself so incredibly turned on at that idea. He’d be theirs with nobody to stop them. The moment he laid back in that plush double bed in the captains room he knew he was in for a rough night but the hazy buzz in his head left him feeling like he was laying on a bed of clouds, body sinking into the soft covers as he felt the soft fabric brush against his now bare skin. His eyes fixated on the sight of his three Alpha’s slowly stripping. He didn’t know where to look. Spoiled for choice as he eyed up the thick trail of hair leading from Price’s chest right down to his base. Or perhaps he’d eye up Johnny who’s cock had the faintest curve when fully erect. Most didn’t like that sort of thing but it brushed so beautifully against Ghosts Gspot that he didn’t care. Then there was Gaz. A body like that was meant for an art museum, how could a man maintain such a deep and crisp v line? Ghost had often wondered if he ran his tongue along it would he cut himself? He curled in the blankets till he laid comfortably on his stomach, back arched faintly to stick his ass up for the three to admire. Their scents were completely unbound now, stronger than Ghost had ever experienced and his body ached to be touched, to be marked. To be groped and broken in. Treated like the way Omegas had always been described. Maybe that was always a part of him. Maybe it was bound to happen. Even if it wasn’t who he always was, it was still nestled deep down and begging to get out, that desire to be nothing. To feel everything yet think utterly nothing. Just for a short while. Not forever. “Fuckin hell Si, you know what that does to me.” Soap groaned as he slowly pumped his cock in his hand, knowing fine and well that he wouldn’t be the first to enjoy their little mess on the bed. Ghost nodded as he peeked up from the pillow, body trembling as he watched the way Gaz leaned against the wall, his head tilting back as he stroked himself to full mass. It was entrancing, to eye up such a beauty like him. Fuck. Ghost wanted to trail his tongue across every inch of him. “Being a tease isn’t going to get you anywhere faster Simon. You know that don’t you?” Price’s tone was always so firm yet so caring. Never once making Ghost feel afraid or shunned. His first bonded was always the one to provide and ease him. Ghost squirmed at the feeling of a hand groping his ass, his back arching a little as he leaned into the kneading touch. “You’re soaking Simon.” Price sighed as he pressed a finger past the curve of his cheeks, enjoying the way Ghost whimpered when his finger circled his entrance. His thighs were dripping with slick and his mind was drifting somewhere nobody could save him from. “But you’re always wet when i’m here aren’t you?” Ghost gasped into the pillow at the intrusive fingers that stretched into him, it took a world of effort to relax enough to feel those fingers sink further into him. Past the knuckle and - “Ah!” Ghost moaned out, head darting back as Price had gotten a firm grip of his hair, forcing his face to be seen by the others as tears of sheer pleasure trailed his pretty scarred cheeks. His hands clawed into the headboard that surely would not be intact by the end of the night. “Doesn’t he sing so beautifully?” Price hummed as he curled his fingers once more.

Omegaverse / bonded GHOST / SOAP / GAZ / PRICE part 70: 🔞🔞 Ghosts mind was reeling. His urge to resist melting hard and fast as his omega instincts took over him. He was trembling as he gripped the desk. Eyes blinking slowly as he looked between the three of the bonded. HIS bonded. He tried to regain focus, blaming the sudden weakness on his Inner bond but that remained alert yet drifting at the back of his mind. He was in control. He was the one deciding to let go. The one wanting to give in. There was no small voice urging him to the edge of his deepest desires. Desires that he refused himself for so long. He saw the way Soap trembled and broke. He saw how an omega should shatter under their Alpha’s touch and he wanted that. No. He CRAVED that. He needed that more than anything. He wanted to be the one pinned down and worshipped till he was brimming on that fine line between sanity and pure mindlessness. Fuck. He was practically vibrating where he sat, his thighs clenching to try ease the throb of his cock that pressed so uncomfortably against the zip of his jeans. A small whine passed his lips as his clutch on the table only tightened, so fierce that the others had expected the table to snap beneath him. He flinched at the hand that trailed up his neck slowly and trailed into the unkept locks just above the nape of his neck. It was such a subtle motion but when he felt Gaz tug at the hair he wound round his fingers it made the most pathetic mewl tear up Ghosts throat. He gasped out and hung his head, shame striking over him. Not ashamed of the others seeing him this way, but shameful to himself. He had fought so long and hard to be seen as nothing but this emotionless brick wall, and here he was, practically soaking through his trousers at one little tug of hair. “Ngh…please.” Ghost groaned, his head still turned to the ground. Praying that this feeling of shame would pass. “Simon.” Price spoke firmly as he tilted the Omega’s chin up. His lips curled at the sight of his eyes. Those beautiful golden rings telling the group that no inner bond was messing with what Ghost wanted. This was all him. “Tell us what you want. Yeah? We’re your bonded. We’re supposed to take care of you.” Ghost whined and nodded faintly, letting the captain know he was hanging onto every word. Price had noticed how their scents affected him. It was the first time they had truly stopped holding back around him, they had always kept as low level as they could to allow Ghost the freedom of ever feeling like a broken down omega. They had seen how he was after his heats when he didn’t have the choice to feel that way and they had never been so glad that the heat haze left him clueless when he came around again. “But just tell us to stop.” Price insisted as he traced a thumb over Ghosts bottom lip, watching the way the omega parted his lips gently, almost eager to take that thumb into his mouth. “And we’ll stop.” Ghost didn’t want that. He had finally come to his limit. He couldn’t back down now when he was so close to getting what he, not his inner bond, needed. “Please…” “Please what? Go on Si. Use your words.” The thick Scottish accent from across the table had him melting. Eyes fluttering as he was sure from their scent alone he would cum. He wouldn’t last. “I…need you. All of you.” Ghost whispered, head tilting back a little as he felt Price’s hand leave his chin and trail to his throat. The lightest pressure had him seeing stars. “Then I think it’s best we get somewhere a little more private don’t you think?” Price hadn’t asked Simon. He was telling him. That was a silent order. His eyes said it all. They simply screamed; ‘Get to my room now and I don’t want to see an inch of you covered’ Ghost hummed contently at the thought of being at the mercy of three Alpha’s. The most he had taken was one whilst the other held him. But taking three all at once? He was salivating at the thought.

Omegaverse / bonded GHOST / SOAP / GAZ / PRICE Part 69: 🔞 Those bruises complimented Johnnys skin so perfectly but knowing Price and Gaz’s lips had been marking another stirred something deep inside of him. His Omega slithering to the surface to survey what had Ghost so on edge. The scent from Gaz and Price had become mind numbingly strong. It was the thickest haze over his senses and he was sure that they had never left him feeling this dazed before. He blinked to focus but a small voice whispered in the back of his mind, his inner bond. ‘It would be so nice to be like that’ ‘holding back is so tiring. Let go for once’ ‘Your Alpha’s will take care of you.’ Ghost gulped as he couldn’t deny his bond nor what it wanted. For once his mind wasn’t telling him to remain strong and blunt. No. Instead it was telling him that it was going to be okay if he broke down. That he’d be safe. He’d be taken care of. He’d never have to worry about danger ever again with his bonded circle complete. Gaz smirked and trailed his fingers up into the messy unkept blond locks of Simon. Tugging them around his fingers gently as he guided Ghost a little closer. “Whatever you want, let us know…” Gaz wanted Simon to have it all but only if the Omega was ready for everything. Simon whined as his hold on that strong character he usually was began to slip, his vice like grip now nothing more than a flimsy clasp that would eventually slip. “Want…” Price smirked and leaned across the table, his fingers tracing along ghosts jaw before he tilted his head up, Green hazed Alpha eyes meeting the beautiful gold of Ghosts. “Go on. Use your words Simon. Let us know and we’ll do all the work.” Ghost leaned into Price’s hand. Mourning the loss of his touch when the captain finally sat back. Then his focus fell on something else he wanted. He wanted to experience everything his bonded group had to offer. He didn’t want them holding back. He wanted everything and the thought that Soap got to experience it first boiled his blood. Ah. There it was. His body trembled at the name. Johnny. Soap. The Hybrid. He was still one of Ghosts Alpha’s and his body craved his uncensored scent just as much as he did with Gaz and Price’s. A whine passed his lips as he looked over the hybrid. Gaz and Price could only guess what Simon was thinking but Price knew him well enough. Knew what that look in his eyes was. Longing. Yearning. Simon was pining for the hybrid. Soap had been broken down, his mind ruled by the omega that lingered but currently 3 things remained true to him. A hybrid was rare An omegas instincts and needs were strong An Alpha’s was stronger. The unfiltered, uncontrolled and thick scent of Simon’s need trailed past Soaps face, the dazed look in his eyes clearing up like he had been drunk on his Omegas needs and Simon’s scent had been a harsh bucket of ice cold water to sober him up. It had taken the hybrid a moment to understand what was going on but there he was. Just across the table, panting gently as he leaned into the hand that Gaz had trailed in his hair, trembling at the hand on his thigh beneath the table from Price, Simon was breaking down fully for the first time. Ghost had loved each of their scents but now was different. They overwhelmed him, drowned him, left him a whimpering mess without even needing to be touched. “Need…” Ghost muttered. It seemed he was as affected as he made his Alphas that looked at him like an innocent lamb in a wolves den. “Want us to take care of you Simon?” Price hummed and Ghost nodded back eagerly. “Want us to go the whole way? No holding back?” Gaz watched as Ghost nodded once more. “What happened to you refusing to feel like the stereotype of an omega?” Soap asked but saw in his eyes that Simon was still clearly in control. His bond wasn’t just making this choice for him. Ghost wriggled where he sat, body eager as he shook his head. “No…no…want…need.”

Omegaverse / bonded GHOST / SOAP / GAZ / PRICE PART 68: Ghost and Gaz shot each other a look over the table in the superiors Dining hall. Both sergeants, the captain and lieutenant had decided that maybe it was best that meal time was shared together. As a full circle. A complete bonded group. “Soap looke-different.” Gaz said, clearing his throat and trying to hide the fact that Ghost had just kicked him in the ankle for saying anything. It was obvious that something had changed but Ghost wasn’t wanting to spark off anything during a peaceful dinner. “He’s just sleeping better. You wouldn’t know what that means would you?” Ghost muttered as he went back to picking at his food. Price chuckled where he sat and finally looked up from his plate, a smirk curling on his lips as he looked over both Gaz and Ghost. Gaz had remained unaffected by that devious look in the Alpha’s gaze. But it stirred something deep in Ghost, his thighs clenching slightly at the thought that trailed across his mind. “You don’t have to play dumb.” Price tutted as he raised a hand up, winding his touch around the collar of Soaps shirt, pulling him closer to get him to focus. “It’s obvious isn’t it? Don’t look at me like that. He’ll be fine soon enough. A few days of learning his place doesn’t hurt anybody. Plus, he’s enjoying it too.” Price had made a promise to himself days ago to break the beat that Soap was. He wanted to have that omega inside of him trembling and whimpering at every instance. He wanted him crawling to him and pleading for attention. He wanted to see if he truly could break the brat that Soap was. And he had. It only took a few days of rough sex and edging soap so intensely that he was pleading for release. Never once begging for Price to stop even though Price would have if asked. Soap had wanted it just as badly as Price had. And that’s how Soap got to the point he was at now. His eyes were a mixture of lilac and soft blue, the glow completely hazed his vision as he leaned into the captain the moment he was grabbed. A small giggle trailed up his throat as he nuzzled into his shoulder, blinking over at Gaz and Ghost with a needy look. Ghost rolled his eyes and continued to eat. “It’s weird. How come Alpha’s affect him far worse than you two have ever affected me? Can’t believe he fumbles so easily to your pheromones. I must just be stronger.” Ghost hummed before he stopped focusing on his plate, noting the sudden silence. “What?” Price chuckled and signalled for Gaz to speak. “After you Kyle.” “Oh no. I’m not taking the brunt of this. Have Soap blab about it.” Gaz warned but Soap was barely able to hold a conversation let alone remember what he needed to say. “Can somebody just tell me what the sudden silence is for?” Ghost muttered, picking at his food slowly before his hand began to tremble. He felt a warmth soaking his neck and sweat began to form on his brow. He had the softest ache along his muscles and had no clue what was going on until he looked up to see the familiar red and green glows of his Alpha’s eyes. “We’ve never let go completely with you Simon. That’s why you’ve never been in this state. You’re more than vocal about how much you hate the thought of being a stereotypical omega, so Kyle, Soap and myself made a promise a while back to never let go fully.” Price stayed as he trailed his fingers through Soaps Mohawk and tugged his head back. Ghosts eyes were fixated on Soaps throat. He was covered in hickies and bite marks whilst Ghost wasn’t. He knew he had nothing to be jealous about but now as he could catch the faintest scent of his bondeds pheromones he didn’t want to give it up. Johnny got to enjoy all of this whilst he couldn’t. He wanted to. Price smirked over at Gaz, signalling to him, watching in amusement at the way Ghost seemed fixated on the bruises of Soaps throat. His own eyes blown wide and the yellow glow started to flicker as his omega bond began to surface. Ghost wanted to be like that

Omegaverse / bonded ghost / SOAP / gaz / PRICE part 67: 🔞🔞 Soap fumbled forward, eyes hazy as Price gripped at his hips. Instinctively he tilted his head aside allowing the Alpha to inhale his sweet scent before nipping his teeth in to mark the healing skin with darker bites and bruises. Soap whined as he gripped at Price’s shoulders. “Ngh…fuck.” Price was quick to grip Soaps jaw and tilt his head back, meeting his eyes with a scornful look. “Did I say that you could speak?” Price had been trying to break the brat out of Soap but no matter how far over the edge Johnny went, it seemed the brat returned the very next day. “Mm no, but I like seeing how much you hate me when I don’t do what I’m told.” Soaps hand wandered down the captains chest, slowly working away each button of his shirt. “I’ve got work to be doing Soaps. You do this and I’ll forget all about it.” Price warned but it didn’t seem like such a bad thing to Soap if the captain did abandon his duties and take care of him. “Good. That’s just what I was hoping. It’s not like you can pay attention when I’m around anyway huh? You act so tough but I can see how weak my touch gets you Captain.” Soap hummed, trailing his fingers down the firm body of the Alpha, his lips tugging into a smirk at the sight of Price’s eyes fluttering. He was enjoying this. So soap removed his hand, grinning at the way Price snatched at his wrist before he could move it away. “What’s the matter Captain? Not had your fix yet? Pathetic.” That was it. Just what Soap needed to break the Alpha’s concentration. Soap gasped at the hand that gripped the back of his throat. Watching as the other swiped out to clear the desk. “Making such a mess. Poor cleaners will need to fix that.” Soap groaned as he felt something snagging at his wrists. “You didn’t just do what I think you did.” He asked before his face was slammed down to rest on the desk. Price had used one of those damn zip ties to hold his wrists behind his back. “Can’t have you getting to touch whatever you want. Can I?” But that was half the fun! He loved tugging the captains hair and watching him break. Now he couldn’t. In fact, all he could do was stare to the side or ahead to the locked office door as he felt the fierceness of Price’s hands tugging the Hybrids trousers off. The chill of winter air grazed his thighs from the open window and left him trembling. “F-fucking hell it’s freezing in here.” Soap whined, hips wriggling restlessly but he was finally stopped by a hand pressing firmly at his lower back. Then came the warmth. Fuck. He had tried to control himself. To show Price he wasn’t as interested as the captain was to wind him up. But he just couldn’t. His thighs were glistening with slick. “You’ll survive.” Price huffed, Soap couldn’t see him but from the sound of his breathing he could tell that the captain had lubed himself with that dripping slick and was now pumping into his hand till he was throbbing. “Maybe not this part” Soap gasped, back arching as his eyes fluttered but the moment he was about to cry out at the stretching pleasure, a hand forced itself over his mouth, making him take two slicked fingers into his mouth. Soap whined but began to suck the fingers given to him as well as he could. “I think I prefer you like this. All quiet. Doing what you’re told. A good little hybrid. Doesn’t it feel nice?” Soap whined and nodded gently as he ground back against Price’s rough possession of his ass. He was melting beneath him and couldn’t do anything but lay and take it. If he behaved he could always have this…that little part of him that wanted to rebel fell silent at the promise. Maybe he’d play along for a little while. Just to see where this could go. Nothing else He was NOT submitting that easily.

Omegaverse / bonded ghost / SOAP / gaz / PRICE PART 66: 🔞🔞 Johnny whined gently as he sunk down onto Price’s cock. Eyes pinching slightly and jaw slackening as the most filthy mewl of a moan left his trembling lips. Every touch of Price’s hands on his body had him melting, not able to mutter a bratty comment or snarky come back anymore as the captain slowly guided him down. Price gasped at the slickness of Soaps heat engulfing him. Eyes fixated on the Hybrids body as he guided him, letting him know in hushed whispers just how good he was doing. “That’s it. Good little hybrid. You learning to play nice now?” Soap winced and shook his head, adjusting to the thickness of the captain. He had handled Gaz before but price was different. Wider. It took far longer for him to regain his thoughts as he firmly hilted Price into him. “N-never…” Soap managed out with a gasp, his hips circling slowly, desperate to feel that aching stretch further in him. “Is that so?” Price pressed himself up from the spot against the tile where he was once leaning, now he was close to Soap, lips brushing across his jawline and sinking down his neck to inhale that intoxicating Smokey spice and lavender scent that drove him wild. Even his inner Alpha was squirming at the scent of him. He wanted to devour this Hybrid. Break him till nobody else could lay a hand on him. He wanted him all to himself. Wondering if the others would care if he kept this pretty little thing bound in his office beneath his desk for days to teach him that the snarky mouth of his was going to be used for something much more useful. Soap whined and ran his fingers through Price’s hair. Crying out as price bucked his hips feverishly, not giving the Hybrid a moment to gather his senses when Price lapped at his neck and marked him over with bruises and small bites. “Ngh…fuck…Captain.” Soap breathed out as he felt the knotting in his stomach beginning to worsen. His eyes rolling and unfocusing until he finally pinched them shut. His body was trembling for more but also begging for release. “I’ll have you behaving soon enough Johnny.” Price muttered against his neck before he finally moved to steal the Hybrids breath with a kiss so firm and lust filled that Johnny didn’t know if he could handle another second of it. When his lips had been released Johnny gazed at the Alpha captain with a dazed look in his eyes. “Do what you want Captain. You know you’ll never tame me, right?” Price loved a challenge and that’s what Soap was, a tasty little treat and a challenge all wrapped up in once. “Hm. Is that so? I’m more than sure I could. Think of it…” Price hummed as he guided Soaps hips, watching closely as the hybrids head fell back for the second orgasm of the night. He was going to drain him dry no matter what. “You, all snappy and whining, maybe a pretty collar around that neck of yours? Perched so perfectly beneath my office desk just waiting, trembling with the anticipation of whether I was going to come and use you till you choked for air. I’d break you. I’d claim that throat of yours till the only thing that you can do is mewl and whine like the bitch hybrid you are. Then when I’m done? I’ll do it all over again. Anytime I want because you’re just so easy to break and you’d be begging for it.” The idea of being nothing but Price’s under desk encouragement and hole had Johnny clenching around the captain. His hands firmly gripped the Alphas shoulders as he sunk further into the pleasure he felt. His head nodding slowly at the promise to break him. “P-please.” Price growled deep in his chest at the quivering voice of the hybrid. “Please…what?” “Please, Captain. I’d love to see you try break me.” Soap managed a small scoff, it felt like a momentous task to snap back, but it seemed to only appease Price who thrusted up into Soap once again. Price couldn’t get enough of him. He wasn’t sure he could ever stop.

Omegaverse / bonded ghost / SOAP / gaz / PRICE PART 65: 🔞 Soap gasped at the sensation of his back hitting the shower room wall, the cool tile doing nothing to ease the burning desire seizing through his body that was already beyond prepared for what was to come. The way Price’s hands so perfectly curved his hips left him trembling with anticipation. His eyes fixated on the green haze over the captains eyes. “What? Got nothing to say now?” Price’s words carried a deep growl that rumbled from his chest to his lips and left Soap aching right into his core, his thighs rubbed together eagerly as he felt the familiar dampness of slick beginning to coat the inner backs of his thighs. “Oh plenty, I just assumed we were past the whole talking stage by this point.” Soap hummed as he let his hand dance gently across the Captains chest, fingers brushing through the thick mass of hair that stretched from his pecs and down his stomach like it was a sign just screaming for him to go lower. His eyes drifted with the touch of his hand, lower and lower, until his head was snapped back up, forced by the chin to meet the captains eyes. “Keep those pretty little eyes on me.” Price’s snarled, his clutch tightening till Soap saw stars. He wanted to slip his hand lower until his wrist was pinned beside his own head with a harsh thud. “Do you think you’re the one calling the shots here? You touch what I tell you to touch. And you’ll do what I tell you to do. Understood?” Soap rolled his hips forward to feel the warmth of Price’s skin on his own. His eyes half lidded as he licked at his lip, practically begging to be devoured by this Alpha. “Mhm perfectly, Captain.” Soap hummed out, watching as the tone of green his eyes had became seemed to blaze at that last word. No way. How could you be in his position and sitting so calmly with an authority kink? Soap saw an opportunity and took it, turning till his ass was pressed firmly into Price’s cock, feeling the weight of it against the small of his back, his wrist was firmly pinned to the wall still but what he was wanting didn’t require any hands. “What’s the matter Captain? You seem stressed. why not take it out on me? See if I can release some of your…tension.” Soap heard that guttural groan in the captains throat. He was aching to do whatever he wanted and Soap wasn’t going to stop him. “You little bastard.” Price snarled as he trailed his fingers along the smooth skin of Soaps ass, noting how clear the skin was. He’d certainly be changing that soon enough. Slowly his hand slid from Soaps wrist to the back of his neck. Forcing his face to rest against the tile wall as he took that free hand and smoothed over the skin once more before finally with one swift crack of the hand he had created a reddened mark. The fierce slap of his hand had Soap crying out, cock jolting at the painful pleasure it brought. “Fuck…again.” He moaned out, eager for more. Price scoffed and pushed Soaps face harder against the tiles. “Did I or did I not say I was the one calling the orders here?” He demanded an answer but Soap only returned his efforts with a gentle sway of his hips. “Mmm I don’t know. Did you? Maybe it’s slipped my mind captain.” Soap gasped out the last few words as a second crack of Price’s hand met his ass, then a third. It burned so bad but felt so fucking good. Not once did he make an attempt to hide those pathetic whines that echoed in his chest. “Was that good enough to jog your memory?” Price asked as his fingers traced the reddening hand print that had formed so beautifully. They inched closer to the soft slickness of Soaps ass. Sinking a finger in slowly and enjoying the whimpers he could pull from the bratty Hybrid. Soap mewled at the second finger and completely broke at the third, eyes fluttering shut as he breathed hard against the cool tiles. “Fuck.” He managed out, rolling back against the sensation. Price was truly making him come undone so easily.

Omegaverse / bonded ghost / SOAP / gaz / PRICE Part 64: slight 🔞 “What’s this? Back on baby sitting duty? I’m already cleared from medical and psych, Price. You don’t need to watch over me. Plus, isn’t that Gaz’s job now? Didn’t you run off panicking cause you couldn’t handle me?” Soap teased from his station in the gym, grunting out worst between each pull up. “Simon thinks it’s best for me to be around you. Thinks I’ve been acting different.” Price muttered, eyes fixated on the bead of sweat that rolled down Soaps body. “Different? I’d say he’s right.” Soap chuckled as he let himself drop from the bar to wipe at his neck and chest with a towel before flicking it right at the captain. He seemed to get the reaction he wanted as the captains eyes turned a hazed green. The same shade they always turned when his Alpha had decided to stir from its slumber and see what was happening. Just the reaction Soap wanted “How so?” Price paced slightly as he tried to keep his eyes off of the Hybrid who had pulled himself back up onto the bar. “Where should I start?” Soap grunted, tugging himself up once. “The way you look at me? The way your scent grows thick around me? How you’ve been avoiding me? Does Si know about the dreams?” Price’s steps faltered as he glanced back at Soap. The dreams… why would he say such a thing? That wasn’t something that actually happened. It was just in his own head. His bond had been stupid, yearning for something Price didn’t care for and in his sleep he found himself dreaming of how firm Soap would feel beneath him. How he would taste. “What dreams?” Soap let himself drop from the bar and grinned, slinking closer to the captain to take back the towel that was still in the Alpha’s clutch. “Oh that’s what we’re doing then? Right. I forgot. You didn’t reach out to me in your dreams. You didn’t press your face into the pillow to muffle your sounds and you didn’t rut into your hand until you were whimpering my name. Does that sound about right?” Price would have been mortified at the idea of him opening himself up in his most vulnerable state, letting Soap know so clearly that he was craving him. But his mind was elsewhere. Eyes tracking across the Hybrids body. ‘Taste him.’ ‘Take him.’ ‘We need it. You need it’ Price shuddered at that little voice in the back of his kind. Refusing to listen to it at first but then its voice was like a siren song he couldn’t deny. “That didn’t happen. I don’t need to know what you like to think about at night. But I’m more than content alone with Simon. I don’t need or want anything else.” Soap hummed and looped that towel around the back of Price’s neck and tugged him closer till the two of them were mere inches apart. “You say that but your eyes tell me different, Captain. Even before that nasty little bond in you woke up you had your eyes all over me. Bet you were wondering what i taste like huh?” Price gulped audibly, looking over Soap like he was searching for answers to the frenzy that was slowly building in his core. He didn’t dare look down at the building bulge in his trousers. “No.” Price managed out, voice cracking as his breathing was shuddered. Slowly Soaps hand slipped under the captains shirt, warm touch crawling up his stomach and chest, fingers tracing every little scar and muscle he could. “I want the truth” Soap hummed at the Alpha’s, hot breath against the shell of his ear. Price wanted to bite back his inner bonds cries, to lie his way out of this. To hold off just a little longer. But his bond was part of him, it saw into Price’s deepest thoughts. “Go on. Tell me, Captain. What do you want with me?” The last thread of control snapped. Price’s arms looped around Soaps waist and pulled him close moving close as ever to his lips. “I’ve been biting back the urge to break you. I want to see you cry. I want you gasping beneath me. I want to see tears down that pretty face of yours. Then? I’ll do it all over again.” “Then do it.”

Omegaverse / bonded ghost / SOAP / gaz / PRICE Part 64: slight 🔞 “What’s this? Back on baby sitting duty? I’m already cleared from medical and psych, Price. You don’t need to watch over me. Plus, isn’t that Gaz’s job now? Didn’t you run off panicking cause you couldn’t handle me?” Soap teased from his station in the gym, grunting out worst between each pull up. “Simon thinks it’s best for me to be around you. Thinks I’ve been acting different.” Price muttered, eyes fixated on the bead of sweat that rolled down Soaps body. “Different? I’d say he’s right.” Soap chuckled as he let himself drop from the bar to wipe at his neck and chest with a towel before flicking it right at the captain. He seemed to get the reaction he wanted as the captains eyes turned a hazed green. The same shade they always turned when his Alpha had decided to stir from its slumber and see what was happening. Just the reaction Soap wanted “How so?” Price paced slightly as he tried to keep his eyes off of the Hybrid who had pulled himself back up onto the bar. “Where should I start?” Soap grunted, tugging himself up once. “The way you look at me? The way your scent grows thick around me? How you’ve been avoiding me? Does Si know about the dreams?” Price’s steps faltered as he glanced back at Soap. The dreams… why would he say such a thing? That wasn’t something that actually happened. It was just in his own head. His bond had been stupid, yearning for something Price didn’t care for and in his sleep he found himself dreaming of how firm Soap would feel beneath him. How he would taste. “What dreams?” Soap let himself drop from the bar and grinned, slinking closer to the captain to take back the towel that was still in the Alpha’s clutch. “Oh that’s what we’re doing then? Right. I forgot. You didn’t reach out to me in your dreams. You didn’t press your face into the pillow to muffle your sounds and you didn’t rut into your hand until you were whimpering my name. Does that sound about right?” Price would have been mortified at the idea of him opening himself up in his most vulnerable state, letting Soap know so clearly that he was craving him. But his mind was elsewhere. Eyes tracking across the Hybrids body. ‘Taste him.’ ‘Take him.’ ‘We need it. You need it’ Price shuddered at that little voice in the back of his kind. Refusing to listen to it at first but then its voice was like a siren song he couldn’t deny. “That didn’t happen. I don’t need to know what you like to think about at night. But I’m more than content alone with Simon. I don’t need or want anything else.” Soap hummed and looped that towel around the back of Price’s neck and tugged him closer till the two of them were mere inches apart. “You say that but your eyes tell me different, Captain. Even before that nasty little bond in you woke up you had your eyes all over me. Bet you were wondering what i taste like huh?” Price gulped audibly, looking over Soap like he was searching for answers to the frenzy that was slowly building in his core. He didn’t dare look down at the building bulge in his trousers. “No.” Price managed out, voice cracking as his breathing was shuddered. Slowly Soaps hand slipped under the captains shirt, warm touch crawling up his stomach and chest, fingers tracing every little scar and muscle he could. “I want the truth” Soap hummed at the Alpha’s, hot breath against the shell of his ear. Price wanted to bite back his inner bonds cries, to lie his way out of this. To hold off just a little longer. But his bond was part of him, it saw into Price’s deepest thoughts. “Go on. Tell me, Captain. What do you want with me?” The last thread of control snapped. Price’s arms looped around Soaps waist and pulled him close moving close as ever to his lips. “I’ve been biting back the urge to break you. I want to see you cry. I want you gasping beneath me. I want to see tears down that pretty face of yours. Then? I’ll do it all over again.” “Then do it.”

Omegaverse / bonded GHOST/ soap / Gaz / PRICE part 63: Maybe what he needed was that night with Soap. Resting in his bed and just letting every small worry and panic fall from his lips as he nuzzled deep into the hybrids neck to inhale the Alpha scent that still lingered. The others could only smell the overwhelming omega that squirmed beneath Soaps slim but Ghost hadn’t stopped smelling that bitter smokiness for one second. He hadn’t meant to give away so much about himself but the second he was pressed chest to chest with Johnny he broke hard and fast, falling asleep in his arms, finally having a full nights rest, the first in a long time. “You’re looking better.” Price muttered as he moved from his desk to sit on the couch in his office, joining Ghost who had been deeply focused on a file. “Hm? Oh. Good nights sleep. Probably all I needed.” Ghost was aware that Price knew every little thing that happened to him when he was captured by Roba, after all, when he was dubbed a dead man and joined the captains team it was Price that had to go through his reports. “I doubt that. You told Soap, didn’t you?” Ghost sighed deeply and nodded. “Had to. Felt like keeping it quiet was crushing me and it just all came out. Don’t look at me like that. I fought tooth and nail to get him cleared. You’re the one who was ready to lock him up.” “Could you blame me?” Price shifted to move Ghosts mask up, wanting to get a good look at him. “I’d protect you over all of them any day.” “Something tells me that’s not completely true now. Is it? I mean Soap’s walking around with my blood in him. You’re bound to get connected to him.” “I won’t. I already said. It’s you. Nobody else.” Price pressed closer, kissing Ghost ever so gently before leaning back to admire him. He always looked at him like he was gazing at the most beautiful view he had ever seen in his life. Ghost sighed and shifted closer to try chase those lips but finally stopped himself. Pressing a hand on the Alpha’s chest. “Don’t lie to me. I’ve not seen you this agitated since before we bonded. It’s getting to you. And it’s fine. Your bond needs things I can’t give you. I’d rather I had you completely fine than tearing your hair out just because you can’t bare to look at Johnny.” Price grumbled and brushed a thumb across Ghosts cheek. “But I only want you. I’ve said that time and time again. I’ll say it every day if I have to.” “And when your inner bond decides you’re not listening to it and takes control? What then?” Ghost leaned into the callused touch of the Captai, enjoying the moment of peace. “Then I guess I’ll just go mad. Won’t I?” Price wanted to refuse the way his bond called for Soap. But he knew it as well as Ghost did, if he refused what the bond wanted it would take whatever it could and there was no chance he’d be in control again. He had already lost control once when training Soap. He wasn’t sure he’d survive that feeling again. It was so cold in the back of his mind, watching his body move without him. “No. You won’t.” Ghost finally lifted his head from his touch, brows furrowed deeply at the idea of it. “I think you should take the day to see Johnny. I’ll cover the files for you.” Ghost insisted but Price didn’t seem to want that to happen at all. “What? No. Not happening. I’m not going near him.” “Because your bond loses control? I’m not losing you to your bond. Promise me you won’t let that happen.” Ghost insisted. Price gnawed at his lip before admitting defeat. It was like living with a time bomb inside of him. “Fine. But promise me the first chance we get, the first time we have time off, you’ll go somewhere far off with me. Away from all of this shit.” A moment of complete silence with price. It sounded too tempting, so gently he nodded before pressing a sweet kiss to the Alpha’s lips. “The first chance that comes up. I’ll go” “Thank you.” “Don’t ever thank me for loving you.”

Omegaverse / bonded GHOST / SOAP / gaz / price Part 62: The next few days were rough. No appetite, no motivation, his mind was too much of a mess to even dare slip to his Alpha’s rooms so every night had been spent alone in a bed that held only his miserable scent. Ghost felt so alone for the first time in a long time, shutting his mind down so others couldn’t feel how he felt. The silence finally broke when he stepped out of his room, coming face to face with Soap who seemed to have a look of embarrassment and regret all over him. Ghost knew what it was. Soap blamed himself for falling so weak, for being used. For causing the alarm to not sound in time for many of their team to get prepared. But at the end of the day he had no control, he couldn’t have helped it even if he tried. “Si…” Ghost tried to push his emotions deep down, giving a swift stern nod. He couldn’t be that omega anymore. He had to be the focused lieutenant at all times. “I…” Soap gnawed at his lip before grabbing at Ghosts arm, pulling him back into the Lieutenants room and shutting the door. “What? I’ve got places to be Johnny.” Ghost groaned, he couldn’t avoid his inner bond crying out for the hybrid. “I saw it. All of it.” Ghost cocked a brow, confused as ever. “When we connected. When you saw every second of what happened? You opened your connection to me too…I didn’t want to look, I really tried not to but it was like it was forced down my throat.” Soap gulped and crossed his arms over his chest, trying to keep a calm stance but Ghost could see something different in his gaze, something like understanding. Swiftly Ghost grabbed at the collar of the hybrids shirt, glaring down at him. “What did you see?” “I saw him. I saw what he did to you. The blood letting, the torture, the grave…” Soap fell silent when he felt the atmosphere shift, growing thick with a feeling of dread. “I didn’t know he did any of that to you. But listen. I don’t care how bad it was before, you’re in a team that can and will take that bastard down. Even if we get bloody doing it. I’d gladly rip the pricks throat out with my teeth.” Soaps chest rumbled with a deep growl. Ghost felt safe at the sound of the growl, his bond reminding him that this was where he needed to be. Where he could be safe. But he didn’t want to believe it. He knew that Roba was a monster. If he wanted a pure blood omega to taint and twist the bloodlines then he’d do it. “It’s fine. It’ll be handled accordingly.” Soap groaned and shoved at Ghosts shoulder. “Stop shutting us out! We can feel that you’re scared without even letting us in. We can see it, the way you freeze up, lock yourself away. Stop it. It’s not just you it affects. Were your bonded group for fuck sake Simon. Trust us, please?” Ghost slowly shook his head. “They could have killed you.” “But they didn’t. And so what? I have a little of your blood in me, sure it drives me crazy but because it’s your blood I feel every moment of fear and loneliness whether you shut me out or not. We can do this together. I’m not letting you suffer alone. Not again. Never again.” Soap urged, bringing a hand up to slip beneath the mask. Ghost leaned into his touch and let the mask be slipped off, revealing the redness of his cheeks. His inner bond had felt so locked away that his emotions just broke loose. “I’m scared. I can’t have him hurt you. Or Kyle. Not even Price.” “And he won’t as long as we have you. We’re stronger together. Trust us, that’s all you need to do. Just love us and let us help you.” Soap cooed as he stepped closer. “Please?” Ghost finally admitted defeat, sinking down to hug the shorter Hybrid, inhaling that Smokey spiced scent. It left him slumping slightly, his body felt so heavy as he let his inner bond calm, it had been held at bay for days. “I just can’t lose you.” “And you never will. I promise.” Soap hummed gently, hands soothing down his Omega’s back.

Omegaverse / bonded GHOST / SOAP / gaz / price Part 62: The next few days were rough. No appetite, no motivation, his mind was too much of a mess to even dare slip to his Alpha’s rooms so every night had been spent alone in a bed that held only his miserable scent. Ghost felt so alone for the first time in a long time, shutting his mind down so others couldn’t feel how he felt. The silence finally broke when he stepped out of his room, coming face to face with Soap who seemed to have a look of embarrassment and regret all over him. Ghost knew what it was. Soap blamed himself for falling so weak, for being used. For causing the alarm to not sound in time for many of their team to get prepared. But at the end of the day he had no control, he couldn’t have helped it even if he tried. “Si…” Ghost tried to push his emotions deep down, giving a swift stern nod. He couldn’t be that omega anymore. He had to be the focused lieutenant at all times. “I…” Soap gnawed at his lip before grabbing at Ghosts arm, pulling him back into the Lieutenants room and shutting the door. “What? I’ve got places to be Johnny.” Ghost groaned, he couldn’t avoid his inner bond crying out for the hybrid. “I saw it. All of it.” Ghost cocked a brow, confused as ever. “When we connected. When you saw every second of what happened? You opened your connection to me too…I didn’t want to look, I really tried not to but it was like it was forced down my throat.” Soap gulped and crossed his arms over his chest, trying to keep a calm stance but Ghost could see something different in his gaze, something like understanding. Swiftly Ghost grabbed at the collar of the hybrids shirt, glaring down at him. “What did you see?” “I saw him. I saw what he did to you. The blood letting, the torture, the grave…” Soap fell silent when he felt the atmosphere shift, growing thick with a feeling of dread. “I didn’t know he did any of that to you. But listen. I don’t care how bad it was before, you’re in a team that can and will take that bastard down. Even if we get bloody doing it. I’d gladly rip the pricks throat out with my teeth.” Soaps chest rumbled with a deep growl. Ghost felt safe at the sound of the growl, his bond reminding him that this was where he needed to be. Where he could be safe. But he didn’t want to believe it. He knew that Roba was a monster. If he wanted a pure blood omega to taint and twist the bloodlines then he’d do it. “It’s fine. It’ll be handled accordingly.” Soap groaned and shoved at Ghosts shoulder. “Stop shutting us out! We can feel that you’re scared without even letting us in. We can see it, the way you freeze up, lock yourself away. Stop it. It’s not just you it affects. Were your bonded group for fuck sake Simon. Trust us, please?” Ghost slowly shook his head. “They could have killed you.” “But they didn’t. And so what? I have a little of your blood in me, sure it drives me crazy but because it’s your blood I feel every moment of fear and loneliness whether you shut me out or not. We can do this together. I’m not letting you suffer alone. Not again. Never again.” Soap urged, bringing a hand up to slip beneath the mask. Ghost leaned into his touch and let the mask be slipped off, revealing the redness of his cheeks. His inner bond had felt so locked away that his emotions just broke loose. “I’m scared. I can’t have him hurt you. Or Kyle. Not even Price.” “And he won’t as long as we have you. We’re stronger together. Trust us, that’s all you need to do. Just love us and let us help you.” Soap cooed as he stepped closer. “Please?” Ghost finally admitted defeat, sinking down to hug the shorter Hybrid, inhaling that Smokey spiced scent. It left him slumping slightly, his body felt so heavy as he let his inner bond calm, it had been held at bay for days. “I just can’t lose you.” “And you never will. I promise.” Soap hummed gently, hands soothing down his Omega’s back.