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He closed his eyes as one alpha after another came and used him, again and again as if they’d never be sated.
A mate bite to mark he belonged to them, the marks were bruises in the shapes of their teeth around his neck and back, visible to all and sure to scar.
"Are you... I mean, do you think you'll be okay? Is there anything I can do to make you be okay?" You could not have fucked me on the ground with your new pack, Ray thought resentfully.
"We are not going to be able to stay away for much longer." "Stay away?" "From you. From... your bed."
Ray swallowed. A mate was a mate, but he didn’t have a mate, he had five. And that also meant he was more likely carrying five babies. It had only been two weeks and his balance was already off, forcing him to readjust to stay upright in the shower and just making him feel... odd. Nothing concrete, just odd.
It took him a few days to understand it wasn't going to happen every night.
They all asked him, and it didn't hurt, not when he gave in.
It wasn't every single night, they understood that there were five of them and only one of him and that he wanted time to paint and do other things, and that sometimes he just didn't want to be touched.
They wouldn't hurt him, of course, but the sex got rougher if Ray made them do without.
Ray was physically back to normal by the end of the week, but he still wasn't sleeping well. Alec had apologetically explained that breastfeeding could make a huge different to a pup's health and Ray wasn't going to short-charge them, whatever he felt about parenthood; they hadn't asked to be born either and didn't deserve anything but the best. Life was going to be hard enough as it was for some of them: the girls were very likely to be omegas themselves when they grew up, for one thing. They would at least get to choose a mate—Ray would make sure of that—but it was still no joke.
Alec blinked, and then his mouth curved into a smile that Ray almost wanted to kiss.
Thinking back on it, he didn’t feel so great about fucking Ray on the ground, about the way he hadn’t even asked if Ray was okay or needed him to do something different. But the moon didn’t know how to be gentle; it just wasn’t its nature.
To have your alpha demand that you take multiple mates and form a pack? If it had been Sergi, he’d have been rocking back and forth in a corner. Ray looked like he was tempted, but he’d kept it together so far—Sergi was damn impressed.
“Oh, shut up. Just carpe diem it, okay? It's been working great so far.” It must have been the right thing to say because Iesu started laughing, and that was a sound Sergi never wanted to stop.
