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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.

At night, in the canvas tent with only the slick stained bedding and Steve's wedding quilt for comfort and warmth, Steve simmers with these thoughts. He stays away, curled up on his side for as long as he can bear. "Finally," the alpha murmurs when Steve reaches out for him in feverish desperation.

"🕈︎♒︎⍓︎🕯︎❒︎♏︎ 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.

Instead, he grins, happily teasing the omega into a desperate frenzy. "Say it." Steve's face heats, but he pants, "Please, please," in his own language because more than any word, this is the one that the alpha loves to hear from his lips. Holding a piece of food in front of his mouth; "please"

Wanting to take a bath in the slow moving river; "please" Needing Eddie to brush his hair or help him dress; "please" Whatever it was, Eddie would do it or get it for him, once he realized what it was Steve was saying. Now he thrusts deep, grinning widely at the long, loud moan that slips out.

Steve immediately clamps his hands over his own mouth, trying to stifle the noises he knows will elicit winks in the morning. There's no way to hide their coupling; there's only the thin cloth tents separating them all. Even turning around in his sleep could be heard by a dozen others but still,

he burned thinking that everyone could hear them; that they knew the intimate details of how Eddie took his heat nightly. But Eddie seemed to make it his goal each night to make Steve forget and moan with such wanton abandon that it could be heard on the outer edge of their camp by the sentries.

He bends and folds Steve into whatever position he desires and Steve can only muffle his moaning as the alpha pounds into him, brought to whimpers at his rough treatment and then pleading for more when he slows to an agonizing pace. "My sweet princess," he murmurs into Steve's cheek. "Need more?"

"Hahh hah! Eddie, yes, more, h-harder," he gasps, speaking in Eddie's language again. He has to give up stifling his noises to wrap his arms and legs around the alpha, clutching him closer. But he presses his face into the freshly healed bite mark on the alpha's neck, muffling his keening there.

A ragged moan in his ear and Eddie increases his speed, grunting with each sharp slap forward that rings in the night. Steve's high gasps, "Ah! Ah!" seem to spur him on, purring deeply as Steve rolls his hips into Eddie's rhythm.

Eddie stopped flashing his fangs and snapping his teeth at him and just looks into his eyes longingly when they're joined by his swell but he still wanted it. Even now he buries his face in Steve's neck, breathing deeply, breath hitching, and finally releases pressed close to Steve's skin.

But while Eddie's swell expands and he sighs and groans and relaxes, Steve has only just begun to crest and he reaches between their bodies to touch his stem with his fingers. Eddie nuzzles against his jaw, purring, before angling his body so he can watch the omega rub himself to completion.

growing, and quickly pushes the thought away. Eddie kisses his ankle bone after, staring deep into Steve's eyes. There's longing there. He knows the alpha's fangs are hidden behind his lip but Steve still draws Eddie down to bed with him, curling up in Eddie's arms while his heartbeat slowly calms

He can smell the arousal and desire in the alpha's scent. It fills his head with its cool spring water, the grounding earthiness. Eddie kisses his temple and scents the crown of his head with a low hum, a purr, still on his breath. Tears sting at his eye.

Why did the alpha even bother with this sweet, gentle facade when he all but owned him? When he could just take him when he finally decided to. Lips press to his forehead; Eddie sighing sleepily as he settled down with the omega in his arms. He yawned. "Goodnight... Stevie. ⬧︎●︎♏︎♏︎... ⬧︎●︎♏︎..." and is