Work Text:
“So, this is where the big bad Ghost calls home.” Soap muses, standing just inside the front door of the little one bedroom flat. Ghost, standing close behind him with their duffels on each shoulder, hums softly in confirmation.
“This is us.”
Soap looks over his shoulder up at him, a wry smile playing across his mouth.
“Well, where is it then?” He asks while looking around the space in front of them. Ghost narrows his eyes at Soap’s too-casual tone.
Nonplussed, Ghost just asks, “what are you on about, sergeant?”
“Your coffin, obviously.” Soap answers cheerfully, mirth dancing in his blue eyes. “Need to make sure it’s big enough for the both of us, sir, and you don’t seem like the ‘hanging from the rafters’ type of bat-oof!”
Ghost shoulder checks the smaller man into the wall as he shoves his way past him into the flat properly, earning a bark of laughter from his guest. The sound of Soap’s glee caresses the back of Ghost’s neck pleasantly, warming him despite his grumbling.
“Fuck off.” Ghost says, dropping the bags on the floor to remove his shoes. “Thirty seconds in and you’re already taking the piss.” There’s no heat behind his grousing, and he can still hear Soap chuckling to himself as he explores the place.
It isn’t much, Ghost’s little London flat, but it’s a decent enough place to lay his head when the captain forces him to quote ”Take a goddamn break and go be human for a while.” It’s the first time in a long time since Ghost has actually wanted to take Price’s advice on the subject; maybe the first time ever, if he really stops to think about it. Never had anything more than an empty apartment to look forward to during leave. Until now.
Now instead of beige walls and bare necessities, the small space is quickly filled with the welcoming presence of his omega making himself at home in Ghost’s space, chattering away endlessly while he snoops around and unloads his bag. It makes Ghost smile beneath the mask, watching Soap go about his home like he owns the place, like it’s already his; it helps settle some of the ever present wanting that’s made itself a permanent home inside the alpha’s chest since he and Soap first met.
He’s never wanted anyone the way he wants Johnny. Since day one, Simon has craved the omega spitfire like a physical burning just under his skin, setting his teeth on edge; always ready to sink into Soap’s neck, to bite down and never let go. Were he a weaker man, a lesser alpha, Ghost could have taken Soap there on the tarmac the second the sergeant’s fist bumped playfully his chest. The desire so strong, it had only grown in the following months that he and Ghost danced around each other on base: their playful banter over comms turning to obvious unmitigated flirting. A friendly touch here, a nudged shoulder there, leading to firm, possessive hands on the back of each other’s neck, strong fingers stroking over hidden scent glands. What had once been shy playful glances across the cafeteria, maybe even a cheeky knowing grin, escalated to hot shared breaths and firm mouths crashing together at midnight.
But never anything more than that.
It had taken months of quietly yearning, of keeping a tight hold on his long ignored alpha instincts to get where they are now, here in Simon’s home together, and he would do anything in his power to make sure Soap felt comfortable enough to make it his home too.
Johnny comes over to nuzzle under Simon’s chin, nipping playfully at the thin material of his mask and snapping Ghost out of his quiet musings. His arms come up and around Soap’s shoulders without a second thought.
“Saw beer in the fridge,” He says, starting to tug Ghost towards the living room couch. “Let’s order in tonight and I’ll cook for us tomorrow, yeah?”
Ghost lets himself be herded to the sitting area, sitting down with a small grunt at Soap’s insistence before the other man scurries off to the kitchen, returning with the aforementioned beer and a mile wide grin.
“There’s no way you know how to make anything that doesn’t come in a brown bag.” Ghost goads, taking the beer easily and winding a thick arm around the omega. Soap nudges up close to him on the small seat, not stilling until every inch of his side is pressed firmly against Ghost. He makes an exaggeratedly offended sound, cracking into his own beer and taking a loud slurp.
“I’ll have you know I'm an excellent cook.” Johnny crows, chest puffing out proudly and all Ghost can do is snort at him, rolling the edge of his mask up to sip his beer with a roll of his eyes while Soap boasts about his supposed culinary expertise.
The evening carries on like that, easy and comfortable as is everything with Johnny, the pair of them picking at the subpar Chinese takeaway while they talk about nothing and everything. It isn’t long before Soap has his head in Ghost’s lap, staring up at him with adoring blue eyes while Ghost cards his fingers through Johnny’s mohawk. Ghost’s eyes linger on the long stretch of Soap’s neck while the omega talks, watching the beating pulse of his jugular just under the thin barrier of Soap’s skin. His hand travels down the side of Soap’s face, stopping to rest on the side of his neck and Soap arches into the touch easily. Ghost can feel the steady thrum of blood just under the pad of his thumb.
He clenches his jaw around his aching teeth, swallowing the sudden flood of saliva and he has to blink a few times before clearing his throat to speak.
“What- Sorry, what’d you say?”
Soap snorts at him from his spot in Ghost’s lap, reaching up to slip his fingers just under the edge of Ghost’s mask, tugging it gently.
“I said you should take this off. Don’t need to hide from me in your own home, Simon.”
Ghost takes a gentle hold of Soap’s wandering hand, letting Soap’s fingers drag up under his mask to his mouth, nipping at Johnny’s fingers playfully. Giving himself just a small taste before moving the hand back out from under his mask.
“Not hiding from anyone, Johnny, least of all you.” He nuzzles at Soap’s palm, running his mouth and nose along his wrist and inhaling deeply at the scent gland there. Even through the mask, Soap’s scent hits him like a truck every time, filling his nose and lungs with the omega’s uniquely toasty sweet aroma.
“Why keep it on then,” Soap asks, obviously curious but happy enough to let the alpha scent him to his heart’s content. “If you’re not hidin from me’?”
Easier than a muzzle to keep me from eating you alive. Ghost thinks, but what he says is, “Can’t show you everything day one, can I? Else you’ll have nothing to look forward to.”
Soap laughs at him lightheartedly, pressing his grinning face into Ghost’s belly.
“Just want you to be able to relax, is all.” Soap says before stifling a huge yawn behind his hand.
Fat chance of that happening when you smell so good.
“I’m perfectly at ease, Johnny, don’t you mind it.” And maybe if Ghost says it with enough conviction, he’ll make it true. If he can just get himself used to Soap being in his space without the use of scent blockers, he’ll be able to trust himself without his mask.
Exposure therapy and all that.
“It’s late.” He says, guiding the sleepy eyed omega into sitting up. “Bedtime for you, sergeant, off you get.”
Soap only grumbles out a small protest before heading down the hall willingly towards Ghost’s room while Ghost clears the coffee table of their leftovers. He stares down the hall where Soap has disappeared into his room, giving himself a moment to steel his nerves and push down the ever growing desire; Ghost’s alpha instincts urge him to stalk down the hallway after his omega, go into his den, and have his way with him. But Ghost shoves the animal in his chest back, locking it deep behind the cage of his ribs to firmly ignore.
He won't let himself fall victim to his most base instincts, and he definitely won't let Johnny fall victim to them either. Simon flips off the living room lights and quietly follows after Soap to his bedroom.
Soap has already made himself quite comfortable on Ghost’s giant bed; down to nothing but a pair of boxer briefs and lounging amongst the half dozen or so pillows - pillows that Ghost definitely hadn’t splurged on in preparation for his omega guest, definitely not- Soap grins at him, patting the comforter next to him in invitation. Ghost steps to his side of the bed, stripping to his own pants but opting to leave his balaclava and cotton t-shirt on until Soap clucks at him.
“C’mon now, Ghost,” he chides and leans over to tug at Ghost’s shirt. “It’s too bloody hot to stay covered up. Lose the shirt at least if you’re gonna keep your mask on.” Soap grins slyly up at him before wiggling his eyebrows and adding “I promise your virtue is safe with me.”
Ghost rolls his eyes, shoving Soap away to pull his shirt off while the other man giggles at his own antics. He’s right, it is bloody fucking hot; even with the windows open for circulation, the summer’s night air is humid and warm enough to be near stifling.
Ghost climbs into bed and hopes that the barrier of his balaclava will be enough to dampen the scent of Johnny’s bare skin rolling around in his sheets and keep him from going mad. After all, it’s not Ghost’s virtue that needs protecting. The lights go out with a soft click, and the two settle in close, Ghost allowing Soap to nuzzle warmly under his chin, arms and legs immediately twinning themselves around Ghost’s large alpha body and clinging like some sort of human octopus.
Despite the summer heat, Soap’s bare skin against his own feels amazing, and the soft rumbling of the omega’s purr immediately relaxes Ghost, tension leaving his body as Soap rubs his face into Ghost’s neck, mixing their scents. Ghost is already feeling fuzzy around the edges of his mind from Johnny’s scent alone, and the skin to skin contact does nothing but add to the dreamy sensation.
Soap presses a soft kiss against Ghost’s exposed collarbone, and it makes Ghost’s heart flutter in his chest at the easy open affection.
“Thank you,” Soap mumbles against Ghost’s skin, sleep already slurring his voice. “For lettin’ me spend a proper leave with you.”
Ghost just hums, arm tightening around Soap’s shoulders. He presses a kiss through the mask to the top of Johnny’s head, letting his slightly muted scent tickle his senses as he tries to will himself to relax. Ghost hopes that being wrapped up in the warm embrace and surrounded by the comfort of his omega and his own bed will allow sleep to find him soon.
Sleep does not find Ghost, nor is he even remotely relaxed. His muscle tense, jaw clenching as he fists the sheets rhythmically to try and get a handle on himself. He feels dizzy, swimming in a pool of his own sweat, drowning in a stormy sea of dark, hungry desire for the sleeping body next to him. A desire that has only gotten worse in the hours since he and Soap retired to bed. His cock aches in the confines of his underwear, and he swears he can feel his knot pulsing already.
Soap shifts in his sleep next to him with a sleepy mumble, completely unaware of Ghost’s plight beside him, and he bites back a desperate groan as the sheets waft more of the omega’s alluring scent. He digs his fingers into the blankets as another pulse of precum slicks up the inside of his briefs.
Ghost thinks he might be in pre rut, but it’s far too soon in the year for it.
It was a mistake, letting Johnny stay with him during their shared leave. He should have known better than to think that he’d be able to keep his desperate hunger for the man under control. He should shake himself free and go sleep on the couch instead. In the morning he should tell Johnny that he’s not strong enough to resist the call of his alpha instincts with Soap inside his home smelling like he does. He should do what is best for Johnny and their still newly growing relationship. He should.
He should…
He should bury his nose into the back of Soap’s neck, sweaty and damp from sleep, and inhale nice and deep. He should press his own overheated, sweaty body along Johnny’s, cover him from head to toe in his alpha scent. He should glide his hands up and down Soap’s sleeping body, grab a handful of thick, meaty pectoral muscle and squeeze while he drags his hard leaking cock against Soap’s backside. Should hook a finger into Soap’s waistband and pull so that Ghost can feel all of him against his bare skin unobstructed.
Soap moans softly, sleepy and confused as he slowly comes to consciousness. “S’mon…?”
“Shh…” Ghost whispers against Soap’s ear, hot breath sending a shiver through the omega. He barely recognizes himself as he speaks “S’alright Johnny. Go back to sleep, love.”
“Wha’... Simon what’re you doing?”
Ghost shushes him again, dragging his hands up Soap’s body that’s still loose from sleep, and grips his wrists, abruptly pulling them up above Soap’s head and shifting them to hover over his supine form.
“Simon?!” Soap’s eyes fly open wide, suddenly very awake and very aware of the alpha above him. The very naked alpha above him.
Ghost drags his steadily leaking cock across Soap’s belly, earning a shocked gasp at the smear of precum against his skin. Somewhere in the back of Ghost’s mind, he wonders vaguely when he removed his pants. Strange.
All Sop can do in that moment is stare wide eyed as Ghost drags his cock lower and lower. The alpha is huge, twitching and dribbling copious amounts pre all over Soap’s stomach and thighs, smearing it into his skin and matting the the hair. Soap can plainly see where Ghost’s knot will form, already slightly filled and bulging just at the base of his cock. It would be an impressive sight to any omega looking to be well and properly bred. To any omega that wasn’t an inexperienced, catholic virgin who had every intention of saving himself for his future mate like one John MacTavish.
Soap lets out a small, pathetic whimper, jolting harshly in Ghost’s grip when the head of the alpha’s cock rubs harshly against his cunt, slicking the length and catching briefly on the edge of his entrance before dragging up over his clit. He yelps at the shocking stimulation, too intense to be pleasurable.
“Ghost- Simon!” Soap squeals when Ghost’s cock slides his cock back and forth over Soap’s pussy again and again, the sticky wet clicking of their combined slick loud in Soap’s ear. Simon barely hears him, already so drunk on the scent of fear and reluctant arousal emanating from the omega underneath him, Soap’s voice sounds muffled and miles away.
“This is what you were made for, Johnny.” Simon mumbles against Soap’s neck, sharp teeth dragging over his sensitive skin through the mask.
“Please! let’s just- Let’s talk about this, Simon. This isn’t you!” Soap bucks in Ghost’s grip, trying to push the large alpha off him to no avail. Soap’s begging falls on deaf ears, the Alpha too far gone to hear any of Soap’s pleading.
Ghost drags his cock down further, the firm head of it sliding between Soap’s already slick folds, pressing against Johnny’s hot core. Ghost shudders in anticipation, feeling the way his omega’s wet cunt twitches and clenches against him with every one of Soap’s hitched breaths. He rocks back and forth, taking his cock in hand to slap it harshly against Soap’s puffy cunt, earning another startled cry from him when more piss hit’s Ghost’s shaft.
The acrid scent of fertile omega urine rocks Ghost to his core, snapping whatever shred of control the alpha might have been clinging to.
“Sto- Don’t!” Soap’s protest is cut off on a wet choke as Ghost grips his throat, squeezing hard while his hips surge forward, shoving his way harshly inside his omega’s virgin body. Ghost snarls loudly, the hot vice that grips him is tight enough to hurt and the scent of blood immediately stings his sinuses, sharp and metallic, and utterly irresistible; he pushes in and in and in to Johnny’s writhing struggling core, ignoring the pained gasping and slapping hands at his wrists, pushing until his heavy balls settle firmly against Soap’s ass. He can’t hear Soap’s cries over the blood pounding in his own ears.
Ghost’s moan is deep and guttural, more animal than man, as he rolls his hips once. The way Soap’s body pulses around his cock drives him mad.
“Fuck…!”
Soap’s sobs are choked out of him, broken up by the rhythmic squeezing of Ghost’s fingers, each hitched breath has the omega squeezing around his cock, tightening in time with the pressure around his neck.
Ghost wants more of that delectable squeeze, already addicted to the feeling of Soap’s body on his cock. He moans again, hips hitching back and forth as he slides a hand down Soap’s torso, nails dragging angry red lines over his skin. Soap sucks in a wet breath now that there’s only one hand on his throat holding him in place; he grips Ghost’s wrist tightly, trying fruitlessly to pry the alpha off with a whine. Ghost presses one hand against Soap's belly, swears he can feel himself moving deep inside and it makes him feel crazy with lust. Makes him feel feral. He can’t stop his fist from coming down, landing hard against Soap’s stomach and knocking the air straight from his core.
Soap wails silently, momentarily unable to catch his breath while tears track down his red face.
“This” He snarls from deep in his chest, “Is exactly what you were made for Johnny.” He emphasises his point with a cruel thrust, knot already large enough to catch on the rim of Soap’s cunt, pushing and pulling painfully in and out of his bleeding pussy.
“This is how we’re meant to be,” he continues, relishing every little painful gasp his Johnny gives in time with Ghost’s thrusting, sobs wracking Soap’s trembling body. “Me and you, Johnny, alpha and omega in our proper. Fucking. Places.”Ghost words are grunted, punctuated with hard thrusts into Soap’s wet cunt, slick and blood in equal parts smearing over their sweaty skin, staining Ghost’s pelvis red and matting his bush with it.
“You’re mine, Johnny.” Ghost growls, biting any part of Soap’s skin that he can through the mask; nipping at his cheek, tugging harshly at his earlobe, and scraping his teeth along his chin. He wants everything, everything Johnny has to offer. Wants him so bad he’s feral with it. He doesn’t recognize himself in the animal that is speaking. The animal that is fucking Soap so ruthlessly.
“Every fuckin’ part of you is mine to use, mine to fucking breed-!” He snarls, shoving in cruelly at the same time he lands another hard punch to Soap’s gut.
Soap’s cunt constricts, crying out as he becomes impossibly tighter around Ghost’s knot before he releases a flood of piss all over Ghost’s cock, soaking them both and the bed beneath in his urine. It only serves to fuel the fire inside the alpha, Ghost fucking him harder into the wet bed as he presses down more firmly on Soap’s stomach, watching the omega writhe as he pisses himself, hot humiliation clear on his tear stained face.
Ghost feels fucking rabid.
“Fuck,” Ghost moans out, agonized, mesmerized by the sight below him. “You’re bloody perfect.” Ghost lifts his hand, wet with piss that had run down and pooled on Soap’s stomach, and pulls his mask up over his nose, gliding his tongue over the wet digits, sucking and savoring the bitter taste with a groan.
He leans down, wet fingers caressing Soap’s face, the tender touch a stark contradiction to Ghost’s violent fucking. He presses down close enough to feel Soap’s pained little sounds against his mouth, practically folding Soap in half. Every little ’Ah! Ah, ahh!’ fucked out of him hard and fast.
The wet slapping of Ghost fucking into Soap is cacophonous.
“I love you, Johnny.” He says, dragging his tongue across Soap’s open mouth. “You know that right? Love you so fucking much I-!” He growls, raw and open, nearly begging for Soap to understand it. “S’why I have to do this. Love you too much, Johnny.” He groans desperately when he slams their mouths together, swallowing each of Soap’s wet sobs, all teeth and tongue. Sucking and biting harshly at Soap’s lips, licking into his mouth like a dog, hungry, starving for his omega.
He feels more than he hears Soap moan into his mouth, body going loose as he licks back into Ghost’s mouth, meeting his devouring kiss with gentle acceptance. His arms wrap around Ghost’s neck, pulling him closer and arching up into the alpha’s body, spreading his legs further despite the pain of such rough handling.
“I love you too, Simon.” Soap slurs against Ghost’s mouth, kissing and nipping the alpha’s chin. “M’sorry I didn’t-nh! Didn’t take care of you sooner.” He whimpers softly when Ghost grinds into him hard, but takes it all the same, the alpha whining softly at Soap’s soft affections.
“I’m sorry Johnny I-” Ghost whispers, voice broken and jagged, and despite his apologies, doesn’t stop fucking into Soap for a second. If anything Ghost’s fucking grows more frantic, knot starting to swell further more the closer he gets. Soap gasps high and pitchy as it gets harder and hard for Ghost to pop out, the alpha having to force his way back in with every thrust.
Johnny coos at the alpha, tries to soothe him with kisses, pulling Ghost close to his neck, offering his scent gland to his alpha. “S’alright love, I know.” he breathes, letting the alpha nuzzle and suck at his scent gland. “You’ll feel better soon- ah!”
Soap chokes on his gasp, body going tight as a bowstring when Ghost bites down with a snarl, sharp alpha fangs sinking into the tender flesh of his mating gland and shoving his knot into Soap’s body one last time before it swells and locks them together, mating bond forming in an instant.
Soap’s legs lock behind Ghost’s back as the alpha grinds his hip, digging his heels in to try and get Ghost in deeper as the head of his cock presses painfully against Soap’s cervix, thick hot cum flooding into his womb directly.
Soap might scream as he cums, Ghost isn’t sure, can’t hear anything over his own feral growling, mouth filled with Soap’s blood and flesh, head pounding loud as a drum as he fills every inch of his omega with his seed. He lets go only when he feels Johnny go lax beneath him, kissing and licking over the new mating bite. He leans back just enough to see that Soap’s eyes are closed, face relaxed. Sleeping, or fallen unconscious from the insurmountable pain and pleasure of being claimed so thoroughly.
His cock pulses inside his new mate, and Soap whimpers softly in his sleep as he’s continuously filled with cum. Ghost rumbles in quiet triumph, soothing Soap’s sleeping face with gentle kisses to his brow, again and again until that pinched discomfort eases and Soap relaxes fully into sleep. The animal inside Ghost’s chest is finally, finally satiated, quiet for the first time since he met Johnny.
Ghost adjusts them so that they’re laying on their side, knot still lodged firmly inside Soap’s battered cunt, settling in to keep his mate full through the night; cradling his precious omega in his arms, Simon’s hips rock gently as sleep finally settles over the alpha.
Early morning light filters through the window directly across Ghost’s face, blinding bright spots dance just beyond the thin membrane of his closed lids. Ghost groans softly, face scrunching as he slowly comes awake. His head pounds in time with his heartbeat, body aching as he rolls over to hide his face from the offending sunlight.
He feels hungover. How much did he and Johnny drink last night?
Ghost’s eyes fly open. Johnny.
The previous night comes crashing over him; everything he said, everything he did to Soap the night before plays in his mind’s eye.
He sits up abruptly, stomach rolling with nausea and he has to blink the pops of color out of his vision before he can focus on the still form beside him. His heart catches in his throat, blood turning to ice when he takes in the sight before him.
Soap lays in bed, still as a corpse with the sheets kicked low and tangled around his legs, the evidence of Ghost’s depravity on clear display. Bruises mottle Soap’s tanned skin, the ones around his throat clearly in the shape of Ghost’s crushing hands, and when his gaze travels down over the omega's thighs, he sees the smear of drying blood and cum on his skin. The sheets, too, are stained beneath him, having been so thoroughly soaked with piss and the cum that is still clearly leaking from Soap’s swollen cunt.
Johnny is so still beside him, Ghost fears for one awful moment that he’s dead. Killed by Ghost’s monstrous, animal appetite. Broken beyond repair, all thanks to the alpha’s cruel, insatiable desire.
A pathetic whine leaves his throat, high and needy as he slowly reaches a hand out only to pull back when Soap begins to stir.
Johnny’s face scrunches up slightly as he turns his head towards Simon, revealing the harsh, angry looking bite mark over Soap’s mating gland. Distantly, Ghost thinks it looks beautiful in the morning sunlight. Johnny’s eyes flutter open, dazed and wandering until they land on Ghost, visibly clearing when he sees his alpha.
He smiles dreamily up at Simon.
Despite how swollen and red Soap’s face is from all his sobbing the night before, he has a look of peace on his face as he gazes up at Simon. Ghost chokes on the guilt lodged in his throat. He opens his mouth to say something, but the words don’t come, and Soap reaches a hand out to graze along Ghost’s face, bare and naked, unable to hide behind anything in the harsh light of the morning.
“Are you okay, Simon?”
The question catches Ghost so off guard, he can’t even begin to fathom a response, trying to process exactly how Soap can be asking Ghost if he’s the one okay.
“W-what?”
“Are you feeling better now?” Soap sits up, wincing in obvious discomfort but persisting as he leans into Simon’s space, trying to get closer to his mate. “Made a right mess of your bed, haven’t I? Sorry about that.” Soap’s voice is slightly scratchy, whether from sleep or spending half the night crying on Simon’s cock who can say.
Ghost shakes his head, mortified, wanting to get himself as far away from Soap as possible while simultaneously desperate to bury his face in Johnny’s neck and never have to face what he’s done.
“Johnny,” Ghost’s voice is wrecked when he speaks, body trembling. “Johnny, I’m so fucking sorry. I don’t- I’m-”
Soap cuts him off with a firm press of his lips to Ghost’s own, shushing him softly.
“Don’t apologize,” he says, kissing along the alpha’s chin, licking and nuzzling at his neck trying to soothe Ghost’s distress as if Ghost hadn’t been the one to harm him so. “It’s my fault really, when you think about it. Not taking care of you sooner, poor thing.” Soap nuzzles at Simon’s scent gland at his neck, pulling him ever closer, comforting and warm as he mumbles against Ghost’s skin. “My poor alpha, being made to wait while his omega denied him for so long. M’sorry love, must’ve hurt, going into a rut so unexpectedly like that.”
Simon’s breath hitches, grabbing Soap firmly- but gently- into his arms, burying his face into Soap’s neck. He resists the urge to beg for Soap’s forgiveness, to scream and cry at the state he’s put him in.
“I’ll never hurt you like that again, Johnny.” He vows firmly, voice rough with unshed tears. “I swear it. I never will.”
Soap just chuckles, purring softly as he pets over Simon’s hair and holds him close.
“I know you won’t, you big softie.” he says easily, kissing at whatever part of Ghost he can reach. “Won’t give you a reason to, either.” he adds gently. “I’m yours after all, aren’t I, alpha?” He tilts Ghost’s face up to press more kisses to his alpha’s mouth, and Simon easily kisses back.
He peppers Johnny with kiss after kiss, over and over until his lips feel raw from Soap’s stubble before he gently draws back.
“I’ll run you a bath.” He says, “And get things cleaned up in here.”
Soap starts to protest but Ghost stops him with a thumb to his lips. “Let me take care of you, alright? Let me take care of my omega.”
Soap can’t argue with that, so he just grins at his new mate and nods, letting him stand up with a low groan. Ghost’s hips and lower back ache something fierce; once the room is clean, maybe he’ll join his omega and soak in the warm bath for a while.
[END]