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Part Five! (CW continued + more public-ish/outdoor-ish sex, Attempted MURder) "We'll play along. Follow their strange rules. We have to lower their guard." Eddie kisses his brow gently and Steve cuts his eyes toward Robin. "And then we'll run."

But while the news of Eddie's role in the siege renews Steve's determination to flee, it does nothing to change how his body responds to the alpha nor diminishes any desire for his touch. The next two days follow similar routine; they ride through the sun dappled woods for hours, stopping at least

once to ostensibly water and feed the horses and let the pack rest but really so that Eddie can drag him far enough away to satiate the thrumming need under his hot skin. With his mouth, with his fingers, his fist, his swell when Steve convinced him to join properly. The pack whistled and laughed

when they scrambled back, complaining half-heartedly about delay and whole-heartedly when Eddie spent even more precious time removing all of the small leaves and pine needles from Steve's hair. The pack had mostly recovered from their shock and slowly began to treat him and Robin as one of them.

While no one would touch Steve, not even to pass a loaf of bread, they did speak to him; borrowing words learned from Robin to ask if he liked such and such food or used the growing selection he could recognize, remember, and repeat with creative ingenuity to find out more about their new princess.

They were interested in Robin, despite her earlier taboo. They could talk to her, /with/ her, which Steve noted longingly, and a redheaded alpha especially liked her or at least rode alongside the cart at the back of the caravan during the long days of travel.

And they liked Steve, he thought, especially in the cold mornings before they remounted when he and Eddie stumbled out of their tent. They sent him kind smiles and cheeky winks or blushed upon seeing him, likely having heard the muffled sounds of their joining that evening and again in the morning.

The more affectionate he was with the alpha, the sweeter their voices were when they did speak to him. They liked seeing him lean into their pack leader, liked to see the princess turn his head for a kiss, liked seeing him red cheeked and satiated at high noon after a break in their riding.

Steve told himself that giving into his heat was a good thing, that it placated Eddie and made the rest underestimate him. They assumed Steve could hardly stand to be a pace away from the alpha. While it was true, it was also useful. He hadn't tried to escape for two days now. Eddie wouldn't see

it coming when he left. But while he wanted to lull the alpha into a sense of security, he couldn't stop thinking about what Robin said. He was a prize. Eddie won him in battle, paid for him with the head of his wed husband. He loved Eddie for freeing him. He hated Eddie for capturing him again.

"🕈︎♒︎⍓︎🕯︎❒︎♏︎ you ⬧︎□︎ mad, ●︎♓︎⧫︎⧫︎●︎♏︎ ♌︎♏︎♋︎⬧︎⧫︎?"The alpha says as he nuzzles Steve's sweating temple. Steve sighs as he places a hand between his legs. "I ⬧︎❍︎♏︎●︎●︎ ♒︎□︎⬥︎ ❍︎◆︎♍︎♒︎ you need me ♌︎◆︎⧫︎ you ◻︎□︎◆︎⧫︎ ♋︎■︎♎︎ ♐︎❒︎□︎⬥︎■︎ ◆︎■︎⧫︎♓︎●︎ you ♍︎♋︎■︎🕯︎⧫︎ ⬧︎⧫︎♋︎■︎♎︎ ♓︎⧫︎ ♋︎■︎⍓︎❍︎□︎❒︎♏︎. ✡︎□︎◆︎🕯︎●︎●︎ ♒︎♋︎❖︎♏︎ ♋︎ ♎︎♓︎♐︎♐︎♏︎❒︎♏︎■︎⧫︎ ⧫︎◆︎■︎♏︎ ♓︎■︎ ⧫︎♒︎♏︎ morning." He licks over Steve's mouth.

Steve opens up to him easily, his mouth for his tongue, his legs for his hot stem, his arms to hold him close. He recognizes a few words and repeats them between wet kisses; "I need... you... need you /now/," he says, emphasizing the word he's been teaching Eddie. The alpha groans, nodding.

"Now, yes," Eddie repeats, positioning himself to rub his thick stem over Steve's aching lips, moaning as they touch. While it feels amazing on his heat, it's not what he wants and he whines; "No Eddie, now, now." Eddie ignores him, thrusting to slide between his lips up to his twitching stem.