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Greg Lestrade put his arm around Mycroft’s shoulders. “Nearly there,” he said. “Another five minutes.”
Mycroft Holmes nodded calmly enough, but his gloved fingers clutched his umbrella in a death grip. Lestrade knew he was miserable: his heat had come on after dinner last night, turning him into a sweaty, shaky, and lusty mess. Normally Lestrade would have seized the back of his neck at the first whiff of pheromones, pushed his willing body onto the nearest horizontal surface, and fucked him raw, but Mycroft’s annual internal examination was scheduled for the following morning, and the omega had to abstain from all mating activities until it was over. Lestrade mentally caged his raging alpha impulses, put on a suppressant patch, and spent the entire night keeping his partner stimulated and sated with fingers and knotting dildos.
Each time the government sedan went over a bump in the road, Mycroft caught his breath and ground his arse unconsciously against the leather seat. Before leaving the town house he had inserted a dildo-shaped sponge designed specifically for omegas who had to venture from their homes during their heats. It protected his tailored trousers but Lestrade knew that the motor vibrations and occasional bump were making him desperate.
“Promise me,” he begged, grabbing Lestrade’s hand. “The moment we leave the surgery, you’re going to remove that ridiculous patch and fuck me on this seat.”
Lestrade squeezed back. “I’ll fuck you on this seat AND the floor.”
The car stopped in front of Dr. Sarah Sawyer’s surgery. After ordering his assistant and the driver to return in an hour, Mycroft stepped gingerly out of the vehicle with Lestrade’s help.
“She knows that your heat’s started?” the alpha asked.
“Anthea has advised her.”
No sooner had the car departed than a solidly built young man who’d been strolling past the surgery stopped on the pavement and stared at them. His eyes fell on Mycroft and lit up with greedy interest. Lestrade sniffed the air and bristled at what it told him.
Alpha. Unbonded. Direct threat.
He stepped toward the younger alpha, keeping his stare direct and voice barely above a growl.
“Keep walking.”
His potential competitor eyed him thoughtfully, clearly calculating his chances of winning a fight. As a rule, alphas stayed away from each other’s omegas, but some arrogant arseholes liked to test that boundary, especially when faced with an attractive omega who was shedding pheromones like leaves in an autumn wind.
Instead of cowering behind his protector, Mycroft gave his potential suitor a poisonous stare. “You heard Mr. Lestrade,” he said icily. “If he doesn’t break you into pieces your own mother wouldn’t recognize, I shall be happy to perform that task myself.” Then, not content to merely threaten verbally, he touched the tip of his umbrella to the man’s chest.
The plastic tip was gone, and in its place was a gleaming two-inch stiletto.
The alpha’s eyes widened and he took a reluctant, uneasy step back. “Fine,” he muttered. After a final covetous stare, he continued on his way.
When he was gone, Lestrade gave an appreciative whistle. “Nice.”
“Too many rogue alphas see omegas as easy prey.” Mycroft pressed a button on the umbrella handle and the blade retracted. “I’ve been forced to modify a few of them in my time.”
Lestrade didn’t ask what he meant by ‘modify’.
The beta receptionist lit up when she saw them come in the door. “Mr. Holmes!” she declared, grabbing his chart and hugging it like it contained an inheritance. “Dr. Sawyer’s finishing up with a patient. She’ll see you in Room 1.”
“Thank you, Lynne.”
She beamed at Lestrade. “This must be Gregory. Congratulations on the bond.”
They both thanked her this time and followed her into the examination room. “Five minutes,” she promised, pulling a sympathetic face before leaving. “Dr. Sawyer knows that you’re anxious to get home quickly. She’s also postponed all appointments with unbonded alphas until after you leave.”
After the door closed behind her, Lestrade said, “I’m impressed. Are they taking new patients here?”
Mycroft walked unsteadily over to the examination table. “Your patient records have already been transferred here.”
Lestrade should have been irked at the presumptuousness, but all he could do was grin fondly. His influential omega’s decisions had always benefited him in some way, and it was actually a relief to lighten the burden of responsibility, leaving him free to concentrate on the more important things in his life: his work and Mycroft.
Without any preamble, Mycroft undressed, folding each article of clothing neatly on the counter. Lestrade licked his lips as he watched: the suppressant patch on his neck held the beast in him at bay, but he still felt a pang of arousal as he surveyed the body he’d come to know as well as his own. He stared greedily at the freckled white skin, sleek limbs, and the faint scar from the bite that sealed their union.
After donning the thin blue examination gown that had been left on the table, Mycroft reached back, carefully extracted the internal sponge, and dropped it in the bright yellow biohazard bin.
“The next thing that enters me,” he declared as he faced his alpha, “will be you.”
Before Lestrade could give voice to the lust that spiked sharply at those simple but loaded words, someone knocked on the door. Then a slender redheaded woman wearing scrubs and carrying a chart came in.
“Mr. Holmes,” she said. “Talk about a case of awkward timing.”
“I’m well aware, Dr. Sawyer.” Mycroft was looking more uncomfortable with each passing second. Sweat blanketed him from head to toe, his gown protruded visibly at the groin, and he kept shifting his weight from one foot to the other. “Normally I can time my heats to the hour.”
“Being bonded always changes that.” She set the chart down and extended her hand to Lestrade. “I’m Sarah Sawyer. Congratulations. We didn’t think Mr. Holmes would ever settle down.”
“I most definitely did not settle.” Mycroft smiled wearily. “Gregory exceeded all prior expectations.”
Lestrade rubbed his back, which felt damp and warm under the gown. “Likewise.”
Dr. Sawyer- a bonded omega herself, the alpha detected- went to the cabinet, took out a plastic bottle, and shook two orange pills into a paper cup. She presented them to Mycroft along with a disposable plastic cup full of water.
“I want you to take these mild sedatives. The heat will make you restless and agitated during the pelvic examination. You’ll be uncomfortable, and test results will be inconclusive if you can’t hold still. And you won’t be able to.”
Mycroft eyed the medication with distaste. Lestrade knew that the omega wouldn’t even take paracetamol for a headache without a fight. Mycroft Holmes hated to admit that he wasn’t always in control of every situation. He opened his mouth to protest, but stopped short when Lestrade’s hand landed on the back of his neck and applied a gentle pressure.
“Take them,” the alpha ordered.
Mycroft wasn’t happy, but the pseudo-scruffing aroused a submissive impulse that only came to the fore during his heat. He bowed his head and took the pills.
“This is so inconvenient,” he muttered after tossing the water cup away.
“You’ll thank me for it later, Mr. Holmes,” Dr. Sawyer said gently. “Now let’s get you situated.”
She and Lestrade helped Mycroft onto the paper-covered examination table, which was covered with an absorbent sheet at its lower end. His legs were so wobbly from the heat and now the medication that he needed assistance getting his feet in the stirrups. Seeing his normally assertive mate so exposed and vulnerable aroused Lestrade’s protective instincts: he took off his coat, folded it, and tucked it under Mycroft’s head to eliminate any potential neck strain.
Dr. Sawyer smiled as she positioned a long blue drape across her patient’s lap to preserve his dignity for as long as possible. “My alpha does the same thing for me.”
Smiling, Mycroft laced his fingers across his belly and stared at the ceiling. He was calmer now, but remained erect beneath the sheet. Lestrade could smell the lubrication that continued to trickle from his arse onto the protective sheeting, and groaned inwardly. The suppressant patch kept his hormones under control, but memory of their past fucking made his cock stir.
After washing her hands, Dr. Sawyer pushed a wheeled stool to the foot of the table, sat down, and retrieved a pair of gloves from a drawer built into its base. As she snapped them on and unwrapped a disposable plastic speculum, Mycroft’s hips canted upward, eagerly anticipating the penetration.
“You won’t need lubrication for that, Doctor,” he said, winking at Lestrade.
“I can see that.” She laid the tool on a sterile instrument tray. “Ready?”
“And waiting.”
Chuckling, the doctor turned the examination light on and pushed the drape and gown up. The soft, wet sound of her fingers separating his slick arse cheeks was obscenely loud in the hormone-blanketed silence. Lestrade wanted badly to stand behind her and watch those latex covered digits delve into Mycroft’s desperate body, but remained at his omega’s side, steadying him with a firm shoulder grip.
The moment he was penetrated, Mycroft gasped and his toes curled around the stirrups. “Oh,” he muttered, lashes fluttering. He unlaced his fingers and instinctively reached for his cock.
Lestrade prepared to stop him, but Dr. Sawyer said, “It’s all right, Mr. Lestrade. Light masturbation will lessen the frustration long enough to get the examination over with.”
“Now you know why I insisted on an omega doctor, Gregory,” Mycroft sighed as he massaged himself. Lestrade wanted to do the same, but reminded himself that before the hour was out, he’d be balls-deep in that sweet, tight heat.
Dr. Sawyer held her patient’s slippery hole open with her thumb and forefinger before threading the speculum into the moist passage. Mycroft gave a full-body shudder and arched his back, but kept his hips still. “Gregory,” he said throatily, “I do hope you don’t consider this cheating.”
“You’ll make it up to me,” Lestrade smirked. His nostrils quivered as he detected more warm fluid pulsing down his lover’s arse crack onto the sheet.
“Yes,” Mycroft gasped. “This is so debasing. I have a country to run and all I want to do is get fucked.” When the speculum blades separated, opening his arse wide, he grabbed Lestrade’s wrist. “When we’re done, I want it hard, Gregory. I want you to bin that ridiculous patch and pound me and knot me until I bruise. Leave marks. Promise me.”
Lestrade’s response was a forceful, crushing kiss that made Mycroft moan and part his lips. Their tongues clashed, inflicting what lusty violence they could. The omega’s shivering fingers reached for his alpha’s crotch and groped it.
Dr. Sawyer’s amused, sympathetic voice interrupted them. “I’ve collected the swab,” she said, placing it in a sterile container destined for the lab before standing up. “Just the bimanual examination left. Then we’re done.”
“Please make it quick, Doctor,” Mycroft breathed as their lips parted.
Lestrade gripped the omega’s hand, finding breathing more and more difficult, as the doctor slid her gloved fingers past her patient’s loosened sphincter and checked both his prostate and vaginal crease. Using her other hand, she manipulated his abdomen to examine his ovaries. Mycroft whimpered when her wrist brushed his erection.
“Sorry,” she soothed. “There. All done. The swab will have to go to the lab, but everything else looks fine.” She binned her dripping gloves and picked up Mycroft’s chart. “I have another patient to see now. You gentlemen can see yourselves out when you’re ready.”
The last three words were accompanied by a sly wink. Then she was gone, closing the door behind her.
“Finally,” Mycroft choked. He raised himself onto his elbows and flung the protective drape away, fed up with modesty. “Gregory-”
“Hush,” Lestrade admonished, sauntering to the end of the table and placing a warm hand on each of the omega’s knees. Mycroft clenched his teeth and shoved his pelvis forward in desperate invitation, but the alpha pretended to ignore him. “This is quite kinky, actually.”
“I’m not interested in playing-”
Mycroft’s protest died in his throat when Lestrade pushed three fingers roughly into his hole, inserting them to the third knuckle so that he could access and tease his partner’s prostate and vaginal opening simultaneously. The slick anal muscle yielded easily. Mycroft, eyes glazing over with pleasure overload, flung his head back down on the folded jacket and whimpered, “Oh God, please don’t stop. Please, Gregory… more.”
Using his free hand, Lestrade undid his trousers and lowered the elastic waistband of his pants. “You’re so fucking wet. There’s actually a puddle on the floor.”
Mycroft shook his head mindlessly from side to side as he bore down hard on his alpha’s hand. The stirrups rattled from the force of his desperate shaking. “Give me your cock, damn it. Fuck, I need it. I need your knot, please give it to me. Please, please, please, now!”
Lestrade removed his patch.
Liberated hormones surged through him like electricity from an executioner’s current, making his world turn red. Snarling, he yanked his fingers out, sending excess lubrication spilling onto the already-slippery floor. His cock was so hard it hurt, as if punishing him for the earlier denial.
“You want it, do you? You’d better hope I don’t split you open, you greedy bastard!”
He drove into Mycroft like a whale ramming a ship, excited and ferocious and only wanting to fuck his partner into total submission. Pain tore along his back as Mycroft’s nails dug into his skin, but all it did was fuel his lust.
“Fuck, yes,” Lestrade grunted. He threw the omega’s legs over his shoulders and leaned down until they were chest to chest, squirming and grunting and fucking like mindless slaves to their biology. Which they would be for the next four days. “You’ve been wet and gagging for it all morning, haven’t you?”
“And all night, in case you’ve forgotten.” Mycroft seized the alpha’s lapels between his fingers and held on tight while that cock slammed relentlessly into his arse. “More! Harder!”
Lestrade bit his shoulder hard enough to bruise. “More? Harder? By the time I’m done, you’ll be goddamned lucky if there’s enough of you left to last another round. Such a greedy hole you’ve got- you just needed the right alpha to fuck you. Me. Isn’t that right?”
“Yes, Gregory. Yes!” Mycroft squealed when an especially aggressive thrust applied exquisite pressure to his prostate.
“You feel it?” Lestrade licked and kissed the dark indentations his teeth had left behind. His nose brushed his lover’s pulse point, nearly making him drunk on heat-ripened hormones. “Can you feel me plugging your arse and touching your womb? Can you?”
“Yes! It’s perfect!”
Mycroft bore down, trying to make each thrust more punishing. Grabbing a fistful of that messy auburn hair, Lestrade brought their lips together once again, controlling his omega’s breath as well as his pleasure.
“I’m coming!” Mycroft groaned. The paper sheet beneath him was tearing loudly as he bucked. “Gregory, oh God, oh!”
Lestrade felt his lover’s inner muscles clamping down just before streams of clear fluid splattered into the tight space between their bellies.
The suction on his cock and the sight of his omega in the throes of orgasm caused his knot to thicken and expand, stretching Mycroft’s anus and filling his rectum until the sensitive nerve endings protested. The omega clenched his teeth as shivery pain and exhilarating pleasure fought for control of his senses, but Lestrade’s animal brain refused to let him feel pity or slow down.
He fucked the warm body beneath him until the knot made hip movement impossible. That was when the simmering pressure in his belly erupted into a tidal wave that left him cursing and biting and coming so hard his back hurt. He orgasmed repeatedly, his body determined to punish and reward him simultaneously for denying his instincts for so long.
Beneath him, Mycroft angled his pelvic movements so that the knot bumped his prostate again and again, until a second orgasm tore through him. Exhausted and temporarily sated, he let his arms fall to his sides and luxuriated in the feel of his internal muscles milking his alpha into a state of blissful delirium.
After his fifth orgasm, Lestrade fell heavily onto Mycroft’s chest and waited for his heart rate to return to normal. “Bloody hell. That was amazing.” He raised his head and kissed the damp hollow of his lover’s throat. “All right?”
Mycroft looked like the wreck of the Hesperus, but his blue eyes gleamed with lust and mischief. “I will be if you promise to repeat the performance hourly for the next four days.”
Some alphas at the Met complained about how conventional and passive their omegas could be, even during matings. They claimed that all the fire and passion that accompanied their initial bond had soon dissipated, reducing the attraction to hormonal need only. All Lestrade had to do was gaze down at the smiling omega beneath him to know that he was the luckiest bastard in London.
If not the world.
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