Helios
He knew that he would be cornered. That after he kissed her goodnight, and then reassured the love of his life that their mates were fine, that they'd have the common sense to step away and close the bond. Not that they would want to. Why would they? But after all that, he knew that they'd come for him. Him and his gods blessed cock.
Quinn had been frightened, eyes too wide, hands in his pockets sort of cute. "Helios," she'd whimpered as he pulled her out of the bathroom and into the forest after the best orgasm of his life. Because what the fuck was that other than two feet planted in the clouds and his dick touching the pearly gates of heaven? "Do you think they'll be mad—"
Mad?
They must be hysterical, must be going fucking insane, knowing what he had in his arms, knowing that he was first, knowing that he had sunk his way into her heart. Quinn's heart was a battlefield of barriers, mazes, and walls. And Helios had been the first to crash it all down. To say he was a victor would be an understatement. This was not a victory. This was a godlike accomplishment. This was everything he could have ever wanted and more.
"Nonsense!" he'd blurted out too quickly, too goddamn hastily. Only sheer willpower and his experiences from the past had granted him the strength to stand and walk after unadulterated ecstasy. His legs were still jellied; his heart still pounding, and there was a weakness in his muscles that could only come from far too many orgasms. It'd taken him a while to come back to Earth, and even now his voice seemed wrong. "They'll be happy for us," he had assured. "They'll be pleased with our progress. It's all for the good of the pack, right?"
Liar, his Omega had howled. They'll be jealous, so, so jealous.
He was sure that the boys were somewhere passed out on a bed, or a couch, or against a wall with their dicks in their hands. Pumping. It'd take a pro to stand again after all that. And Helios was a pro. After all, Icarus—a man with multiple Heats under his belt and an almost daily orgy with six other enthusiastic Omegas—had been left in the bathroom, trying his best to stop the slick and cum from spilling down his thighs. It was almost as if he'd gone into Heat, trembling with two fingers in, desperately trying to plug up the waterfall. It was only the lucidity in his eyes that told Helios that it was all just lust.
Just need.
Just the heavenly scent of their peachy little Alpha.
He shuddered then, thinking about Heat with his girl. It would be fucking amazing, but it would be catastrophic. It would be like heaven and hell. It'd melt his brains and destroy his cock. So thank fuck for Quinn's shitty nose because she hadn't noticed a thing when Icarus had stumbled back into the showers mumbling about a bath with tears still crusting on his eyes. Normal Icarus only cried three days into Heat and only if the sex was double penetration and there was a mouth on his cock.
This was not normal.
Helios did not know how he'd managed to press a paper towel to her forehead without shaking hands. But he had achieved some form of shitty aftercare—wet towels and lots of kisses. Somehow, he had hidden the fact that he was still dribbling when he kissed her again, slowly and with the laziest tongue. And suddenly he didn't want anyone to see the way her eyes seemed to glow with far more adoration for him than ever before.
Ours, his beast had groaned. Take her again.
She needs her rest; he had snapped in his head, trying to silence his crazy. And truthfully, his dick needed a break. His asshole was still clenching as if desperate to be filled. His dick half-swollen. And his knees jiggled. The party was already emptying out of the building when they stumbled into the forest. Most were too drunk or exhausted to care, and half of the crowd was just as horny as they were.
Thank fuck because he knew how much Quinn hated attention.
"I'll walk you home?" Helios had offered, then remembered he had wings. Wings that he had used to walk out of the bathroom, carrying his weakened body. Idiot. He cleared his throat, stammered out his words. "I could fly you home?" He was nervous, and she was beautiful.
"It's okay," she'd beamed at him, suddenly shy, lashes fluttering, black hair silky. "Just 10 minutes, remember?"
10 minutes.
In her books, 10 minutes was not a lot of time—
The distance to the house. His mind reminded him. She was not talking about how long he had lasted inside her. He blinked, mouth dry. Panic suddenly ravaging his heart. His mind drifted. Had it been 10 minutes? Less? It seemed like forever. Was she satisfied? She's waiting for an answer. He swallowed hard, shook his sex-addled head. A hand to cheek slap had him responding properly.
"I want to," he'd insisted. "I can take you home—"
"I think I might fuck you again if I let you," she admitted softly under her breath, and he'd grown pink at that, shaken. His heart quickened from the dreams of more depravity. Because wow. "But I've got an early day tomorrow," she told him, tongue in cheek. "We're scouting the Northern lakes."
"Right." He nodded. She had work with Zen and Klaus. They'd flay his ass if he ruined that for them. The temptation to kiss her again was rising. His dick was impossible, already roaring to half-mast for round 2. But he was overly sensitive, even his nipples were throbbing against his shirt. He needed water. Weakling, his Omega hissed. "I'll see you again tomorrow?"
She nodded, leaned forward to press a kiss to his cheek. Butterfly wings on the apples of his skin. A kiss that he liked far too much. He stood and watched her go, heart pounding in his chest. His fingers curled tight against his sides, already needing to stop her from leaving. He swallowed hard. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
We should go after her, the voice said. He stepped away.
When he slipped back into the pack house, the silence slammed into him first. Hours ago, his home had been a mess of bodies and voices. Now it was akin to a ghost town. Dust swirling in stale air where chairs and tables had been dragged aside, shoved carelessly against the walls for better access. The remnants of the celebration lingered in discarded cups, empty plates, and dirty pans. The trash in the bins. The messy scent of too many packed like sardines in too small a space. Someone had sprayed the room down with more suppressants. Tomorrow, they'd have to wipe it all down with alcohol and soap. They had a team for that. The chore was too big to complete alone.
Only the fireplace remained alive, crackling softly at the head of the room, long shadows reaching, jumping. He stopped dead in his tracks, staring at the silhouette on the couch. The curve of a head. The door swung shut behind with a sharp bang that had him leaping into the air. The lock turned. The sound echoed around the empty room, and his head snapped back to see Elysian. The pregnant vampire stood with his arms folded tightly around his chest. His face like stone, eyes furious, glowing like embers on coal.
His mate was pissed.
Oh shit.
The impact came before he could even register it. He was shoved against the wall, back slammed hard into the surface, hard enough to rattle wood and stone. Breath burst sharply from his lungs as stone scratched at his skin. But he allowed it because he knew it was their Omegas talking, bristling under their skin. Territorial and a little wounded from the second-hand pleasure they had to experience, knowing they could not participate without fucking it all up with Quinn. They shared everything, especially sex, and so to have to taste pleasure from the bond was akin to a certain kind of torture.
A smirk lifted the corner of his mouth.
We're her first, the voice purred.
Rowan stepped closer, chest heaving violently. The wolf rippled with strength, muscles flexed, steam rising from overheated furnace-like flesh. His curls were drenched in sweat, and he levelled a dangerous gaze upon Helios, lips curled into a snarl. Helios shivered when Rowan leaned forward, an arm caging him in. The wolf's nose dragged a line down his throat, clawed at his collar to inhale deeply and more desperately. His nails were sharpened, tearing into fabric, popping buttons that clattered to the floor. Rowan was now more wolf than human as his lips fluttered down his pulse, sinking deeper for the scent he wanted to find.
Her scent.
His body trembled when he was flipped over, chest slammed against the wall, sandwiched upon the stone. He gasped, toes digging into the ground as Rowan's large hands groped at his ass, feeling his way downwards. His back forced into an arch as his mate sank to his knees with clementine eyes, lips travelling lower to the loose belt of his pants, digging into the dips of his hips. His ass. He froze then, tongue tasting air like some kind of animal. When he finally looked up, there was barely any humanity left in his eyes. The surprise was sharp.
Helios smirked.
He didn't smell her in his asshole.
He could smell her on his cock.
"You fucked her."
His words cracked through the room, exploding like thunder and lightning. The others lingered in the shadows. He knew where they were from the glow of their eyes. They were so fucking touchy. Helios pouted. They hadn't known what had caused the pleasure: first base, second, or third. They must have suspected something with how violently it had quacked through their bond. But the revelation was groundbreaking.
He tasted his lips.
Depraved, immoral sex that would never have occurred in the old world. But now? Omegas held new ground, Alphas could be submissive and their delightful, beautiful Quinn was a girl from a reverse sort of world. Ah, life was going to be really fucking good. For a beat, Helios simply stared, then a dangerous grin spread across his face. One that had Rowan's envy growing to dangerous levels. Rowan's growl rasping thickly as he sniffed at his crotch, lip to zipper.
"I did." Helios beamed impishly, back arched, ass wriggling, pressed against Rowan's nose. He was going to gloat. He was going to roll in his pride; his voice escaped him, whiny with satisfaction. Too smug, too proud. "She let me."
Growls tore across the room.
Icarus grouched from his corner, arms folded. The vampire was usually moon-touched, glowing pale like marbled stone. But tonight he was a soft carnation pink, skin still tainted with the aftermath of their ordeal. "I told you so." He rolled his eyes, a sigh on his tongue. He had a cig, homemade and crudely created, pressed to his lips. He didn't smoke, but today it seemed he was breaking that rule. Smoke hissed from his tongue, embers alight. "I was there when they fucked. I know what I saw." He waved a dismissive hand, sarcasm on his tongue. "And all of you believed that I was as high as a kite, talking shit out of my ass. Fucking hell, of course I can tell when a cock is buried in pussy, alcohol or not."
Helios grinned. The tension was boiling in the room, and he could almost taste the rising musk of lust circulating in the air. Someone should really open a goddamn window. "You could have joined us, but you were too busy wanking off, you creep."
Icarus rolled his eyes, voice dripping into a delicate, malicious snarl. "Don't push me."
"It was so fucking hot to be caught," Helios purred, splayed himself for the others, allowed his collar to burst open and his scent to balloon in the room. It rolled from him in waves of sweet cream, generously drenched in nectar. "To have her cum on my cock from her surprise. Icarus, she'd have fucked you too if you had the balls to come over. Round 2 was in the cards." He pressed two fingers to his lips, tongue out, an euphemism for sex. "Tasted that emotion on her tongue, but you came too fast. And you ran." He shrugged. "Your loss."
"Motherfucker," Icarus roared, glaring so hard it was as if he might cleave him in two. He spat the cig from his mouth, tossed it into the fire. It billowed. "Don't you dare mock me now."
"We had a plan," Elysian's voice echoed from his corner of the room. He stood before Helios. Helios, who now had his chest to the wall, hands pressed to his back, ass up like a convict. Rowan was sniffing him up and down like a dog, having tasted more peach on his skin. And so, he remained, back arched, tongue to the corner of his lip. Elysian was indignant, hand to his belly, a shawl over his shoulders. "At the very least, you should have informed me. You know my condition, you know that we have to be careful—"
"You could have closed the bond," Helios shrugged. "You have the experience, you know how." His eyes slid to the bump and then to his mate, tease bubbled from his voice. "You've been struggling in bed," he grinned. The eldest had been struggling. The pregnancy hormones had dialled his lust to a new high, and yet he'd been unable to achieve adequate completion. Too many nights of weak, unsatisfying orgasms had his mood falling to the ground. And with Quinn gone, he'd been a menace to live with. "Did you finally get to cum tonight?"
Elysian's rage seemed to grow, vitriol on his tongue. But his cheeks were flushed a hot, delicious pink. He spluttered. "You cannot just assume that I would be ready! What if we were unprepared? We'd have come right in front of our people, our court. The backlash—"
"I'm assuming that's a yes."
"She was to be left alone to recover—"
Helios shrugged, pouting like the devil. "You know opportunities don't present themselves easily. I couldn't say no. And she was the one who wanted me. What can I do but say yes?"
The room exploded.
"Fuck!" Zen roared, stormed over now from his shadowed spot, hands in his curls. He looked like he'd gone under a stampede, or he'd just had the best sex in his life. His clothes were ruffled, sweat on his brow, eyes all glazed, dewy skin. His cheeks still red, hair sodden from sweat. And more importantly, Helios licked his lip's eyes dropping to his pants. Slicked up pants filled with cream. "Fuck!"
Helios grinned. He could taste the sweet curl of orgasm in the air. "Was our pleasure that good? How many times did you cum?" Zen merely paced before him, rage and frustration worn openly across his face. He couldn't hit him; they both knew that. But he was vibrating with his anger, eyes trained on his face. Dangerous.
"You couldn't even do it properly," the voice that trailed in next was oddly Klaus's. And he turned his head to look at his pack Omega. The man's eyes were as cold as ice, flashing in the dark. "A bathroom for her first time?" The man levelled a heavy glare at him. "Really, Helios?"
"She suggested the bathroom," he responded, defending himself.
Solar fluttered forward then, unable to help himself now. The fairy was just as flustered, lips overly moistened, sex on his skin, need in his eyes. His wings sparkled, gossamer silk tinged with red. "It's a cold, wet and dirty place! Unfit for our Alpha!"
Helios raised his palm in surrender. Rowan had finally allowed him to go. Freed from his captor, he turned over, leaning against the wall lazily with his hands in his pockets. He knew the position infuriated them, but Helios was here to boast. "I offered the pack room. She didn't want to dirty the sheets, didn't want Elysian to be upset." He smirked, and his mate blinked at that, expression softening momentarily. Helios whistled, gestured to Elysian with a cluck of his tongue. "But I know you'd kill for dirty sheets with her cum."
"Fucking hell," Elysian spat, uncharacteristically crude. "Can someone just shut him up?"
"You know once he starts," Icarus muttered. "He doesn't stop. He's enjoying this. He just wants to fill himself up with our emotions." Zen roared in response. He stormed to the tables pouring himself another drink that he swallowed down in one large gulp.
"Calm your dicks," Helios purred. "I'm merely reporting our situation." He paused then, pulling himself in, reeling back the smugness. "You know we're fucked if she finds us arguing like this."
"We," Zen hissed, "are not mad."
But they all knew this wasn't truly anger, or the most terrible green colour of resentment. This was merely a bone-deep aching envy. A bite of jealousy. An ugly knowing that Helios had charged ahead in the marathon of their relationship. But it was not like them to be this territorial. Helios observed his mates then, brows furrowing, deepening.
They always shared.
It was normal for the seven to fuck, to have another watch from the sidelines like it was a sport with beer in one hand and feedback on the tongue. And so, with Quinn, it should merely be a bit of a friendly banter for her heart. But even Solar, the usual mediator of the group, seemed to fume, glaring at him as if he'd stolen his sandwich from right under his nose.
"I'll shut up," Helios waved his hands, dismissing them all.
But Icarus, that fucker, had to step in with another snapped-out remark. "She called him beautiful," Icarus continued fanning the flames. "Do you think she'll call me beautiful?"
Elysian seemed ready to burst into tears, collapsing dramatically onto the couch. "I am beautiful too!"
"Maybe we should ask," Rowan said, standing up sharply. "I'll go and ask her right now—"
"Stop," Helios interrupted, and his mate paused in his tracks. "She wants her rest."
"You don't deserve to say shit," Icarus drawled. "You just want to keep her to yourself."
And Helios knew he should have kicked Icarus out the moment they discovered he was lurking in the cubicles right next door. He could physically feel the jealousy radiating from them, ridiculously thick and aimed at him like he was a walking target. But he knew them well enough to know that it was all just theatrics. They'd keep their hands behind their backs like good boys. They couldn't risk the repercussions if Quinn found out.
"Enough," Helios raised his hands. "Enough is enough, boys." He collapsed onto the sofa, legs crossed. "Break it up. You know my win is our win. We're a team; there's no need for dramatics." The tension seemed to collapse then, begrudging sighs echoing in the room. A few muttered curses spat his way. He smiled. He knew he was being a piece of shit.
Zen grumbled, nursing a drink in his hands. "Fucker."
Rowan groaned. "I should have run out to look for her." His eyes flashed. "I should have gone too."
"You pushed me to go apologise," Helios pointed out, beamed as he poured himself a glass of wine.
The liquid was hot on his tongue, spicy in his throat. The pheromones wafted thick in the air, fuelling their emotions. And he knew it would not take long for them to pounce on one another. Unable to take their hands off each other, desperate to get rid of the lust or the energy. He squeezed his thighs together, a tingle of pleasure rising within him.
"How can you still be horny?" Rowan raised a brow, shaking his head.
He pursed his lips, grinned. "Aren't we all still horny?"
"She likes you best now," Zen declared. A sigh seeping from his throat, flavoured with utter devastation.
"Relax," Helios assured. "It's not like that."
"Statistically speaking," Solar stated. "It is."
Elysian wailed. "It's not fair!" He whirled around now, angry, dramatic tears in his eyes. He pointed an accusatory finger at Helios, "And how many times have you already eaten her out?"
"Must have been at least once," Zen growled in response, and Helios merely raised two fingers with a grin. "Twice?" His mate snarled.
Helios scrunched his nose, tried his best to think, counting on his fingers. "I've never kept any secrets from you all," he admitted easily, then shrugged. "Could have been three or four. Or five."
"You're insufferable," Rowan hissed.
"Maybe she just has taste." Helios answered, giggling to himself. Six heads whipped around to look at him. He barked out a laugh, throwing his head back. "I'm just kidding."
"Oh," Icarus groaned, scrubbing hands across his cheeks. "He's being fucking unbearable now."
Helios snorted at that. He was.
"Don't encourage him!" Solar hissed. "Everyone, shut the fuck up!" He groaned, shoulders falling. "I got my good pants ruined," Solar muttered, nose wrinkled. "Gonna have to scrub it to get the slick all out." He sighed. "I'm going to stink of need for days."
"Is that really anything new?" Rowan snorted lifelessly. "You'll survive." He turned to Helios giving him the stink eye. "How the fuck did you get chosen in the first place?"
"Firstly, I'm beautiful," Helios answered, and that seemed to enrage Elysian who'd always declared himself the most gorgeous of the pack. "And I'm the most skilled lover out of all of us. Is it that strange that she chose me first?"
Solar rolled his eyes. "It was merely circumstances. You were in the right place at the right time."
"You could have joined me on the dance floor. But you insisted on talking to the other pack Omegas. You all wanted to work. While I wanted to know how my girl was doing," Helios waggled his brow, beaming smugly. "The early bird gets the worm—"
"What the fuck?" Elysian's voice dropped into a dangerous tone. The warning shimmered in his eyes and he stood, radiating a molten sort of fury. Helios knew he had crossed a line then, huddling back into the plush cushion. Shit. "Are you calling her a worm?"
"J-Just a matter of speech."
"You were lucky enough to be chosen; you should be grateful." His mate continued with his tirade, but Helios knew he was going to get slapped if he did not appease the eldest. Elysian could be the scariest when mad. "You should treat her with respect and love. You should feel blessed by the hands of a goddess. To speak of her this way is to desecrate her as our mate—"
"Shit. Of course I do," Helios interrupted before his mate continued on with his lecture. But the smugness in his chest was dying now, replaced by a sombre knowing that his intentions were genuine. "I'm just saying the truth of the matter is that I tried. And I'm the best in romance and in bed, so I had the confidence and the experience to give her what she needs. My heart is always sincere."
Zen growled at that, glaring hard. "Everyone says I'm the one who fucks the best."
"That's because you're the youngest," Helios shot back with a grin. "So we lie to you to keep your confidence up, baby Omega."
Zen gasped then, jaw falling wide open at his words. He turned to look at his mates for help, but none replied. Realising the truth, his eyes darkened rapidly, expression turning ugly. "Oh, fuck you!" Zen snarled, middle finger in his face.
Helios gasped theatrically, pressing a hand to his chest. But before he could continue, Klaus interrupted then, a warning in his tone. It was rare for him to be truly angry. And his anger usually had the taste of spice and heat, popping pleasantly on his tongue. But it was now a touch too scalding, a bit too hot.
A command was issued.
"Helios, do not cross the line."
Stop now, his inner beast muttered. He intends to cuff you and put you in your place. If you test the hierarchy, you will not see our Alpha for days.
"I'll stop." Helios waved his hands at their leader in surrender. "Don't be mad." The others seemed to back off now, pleased at his scolding. The envy was dissipating, tension falling.
"So?" Solar spat, and this time Helios blinked, raising his head to meet the angered gaze of his mate. He pointed to himself, brow raised.
"You're talking to me?"
The fairy rolled his eyes. "How was it?"
"What?"
"Alpha sex," the fairy muttered, clucked his tongue with irritation. "Must have blown your brains out."
Helios blinked at the question, eyes sliding to him, to the look in his eyes as if he'd witnessed it himself. "You saw what happened in your visions."
"Of course I did," Solar scoffed, shaking his head. "Just didn't know who would be involved." He scowled. "I hoped it was me."
"Could have warned us," Helios said then his eyes widened. "You held it back, hoping you'd get the upper hand." Solar's cheeks brightened at his words, embarrassment lighting up his skin into a sweet carnation. "Does it really matter?" the fairy spluttered. But he was let off the hook, for Rowan was already bouncing forward with more questions.
"What did it feel like?"
And Helios felt a flush building in his cheeks at the reminder of what had transpired. God, he could kick his feet from the happiness of it all. "You know how it felt."
"Secondhand," Rowan reminded. "So? What was it like?"
Helios hummed. "Different."
Icarus spat under his breath. "Obviously."
Helios ignored him.
Rowan pushed. "Like what kind of different?"
He shook his head. "Like pussy."
"Don't fuck with us," Zen growled. "Spit it out!"
"Words," Elysian reminded sharply. "We want more words, Helios. Do not toy with your mates. You know that you'll only receive more punishment for your disobedience."
Helios blew out a breath. Damn. Tough crowd. "What are you going to do? Paddle my ass?"
His mate's eyes flashed. "I might."
"Fuck."
For a moment the room seemed to still, there were eyes fixed upon his face, waiting.
"It's like…" He dragged a hand across his face, searching for words that honestly felt incredibly inadequate. Nothing could truly explain what he had experienced. "Like being enveloped in heat. Like fucking a really, really warm muscle, like being so, so cold and then standing next to a fire. It's good. More than good. It's…everything."
He licked his lips, tilted his head as he thought back to sex with an Alpha. His gaze had drifted then as he pulled memories that made his chest ache and his eyes burn. And suddenly he wanted to cry. Cry, because it had been…everything he had hoped for months.
"But it wasn't as much about how it felt," Helios admitted, his confession softening his voice. "What brought me greater pleasure was the fact that it was her." The silence was heavy in the air. "That she wanted me and needed me. Just knowing that the person I love for so long was choosing me in every other way?" He shook his head, a soft, almost disbelieving laugh escaping his throat. He still could not believe it. "It was everything. Nothing can compare to what I felt when I had her in my arms. I just—I just felt complete."
His mates had gone silent then, minds drinking in his words. A moment crept by. Seconds stretched as they tried to envision how precious it had been, how utterly godly the experience was. It wasn't just about lust; it was about love.
"I want to taste it," Zen declared like a maniac, a strange sparkle in his eyes. His words shattered the silence as he approached Helios, lips parted. "I want to taste her."
"Huh?" Helios blinked.
But Zen seemed dead serious, eyes bright with a strange, furious intensity. "I want to know what she tastes like." His gaze meandered over his body. "I want to feel the cock that went up inside my Alpha." His eyes were on his groin, licked his lips. "I want to smell her." The room seemed to erupt then with pheromones. A violent heat was growing. The tension roaring. Helios sank into the couch, heart pounding hard. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck.
You knew this would happen.
"That's a fucking crazy thing to say," Helios giggled, unable to stop the anticipation and terror from bubbling up in his throat.
They're going to milk you.
Shut up, he hissed to his mind.
But the tension was now soaring, and electricity shuddered through their bond. A new hunger was growing. The overwhelming burning need to feel closer to the Alpha who had become the centre of their lives was rising. They were merely planets orbiting a sun.
It's a small price to pay, his Omega murmured. For a chance to be with our Alpha.
He was pulled into another's lips then, barely had time to catch his breath before another had him in his arms. Hands. Lips. Tongue. Teeth. Growls. Bodies crawling closer, enveloping each other. And when Klaus—of all people—was the first to drop to his knees with a look of need flashing in his eyes. Helios did not comment on it, not even when his pack Omega almost seemed to inhale his cock, eyes rolling to the back of his head, a moan pouring from his throat.
"Quinn."
He did not get to sleep that night.
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