Possessive Beta Wolf Helps His Omega Leader Through His Heat (Patreon)

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Rody paced around his home office, tail whipping in an agitated manner. Too much to do, too little time, and he was growing frustrated. After meeting with Pack Phobos and establishing a new peace treaty, the next step was to make it known throughout the realm. Making the treaty a public affair was just a subtle sign, not an outright acknowledgment of what shady mishaps were going on in the shadows. Of course, there were still other matters to attend to. Re-establishing his pack would take a lifetime, but he had every intention of expediting that.

It started with his mentor’s incident. He did what he could to help take care of her, making sure to visit as often as he could spare. It got to the point where she demanded he focus on other things, rather than worrying about her. Soon an illness befell some of the elders, though the cause remained unclear.  He’d spent much time moving them into a communal space, to make it easier for all caregivers to help one another. Pups were growing restless, due to the lack of hands to watch over them.  Infrastructure was still underway too, and with cooperation between their neighboring pack and making contact with humans, it was all working out.  Despite it all, Rody still had a lot on his hands.

The long weeks were weighing him down. It got to the point where he was running on empty.  Rody couldn’t sleep, he barely ate, and what time he spent not being able to rest was used to tirelessly plan, caring for others and rebuilding the boundaries. The pack deserved everything he could give. He understood the stress he was putting himself through, but there were so few hands that could help.

Cliff had enough of it. What’s worse was that his tolerance was wearing thin. The beta was a patient person, but even with all his composure, he could only handle so much.  It was bad enough that Al demanded that he ‘get that emotional train wreck in line.’ The secondhand embarrassment he felt was almost too much upon seeing Jay squirm in Rody’s presence due to pheromones. Those of Pack Deimos coddled their leader, recognizing the signs before he probably realized them. Those of Pack Phobos, well… Cliff put in extra effort to keep them off his omega. How else would a wolf respond, when one approached their heat?

Cliff had been working overtime all the while, up until about a week ago when the clan doctor told him to take it easy after a recent sprain.  It was about time for him to check in on his pack leader, so he crossed the woods to see him. He walked into his home, as if it were his own, but knocked before entering his leader’s office. Rody kept pacing around with his thoughts, vacantly waving when he saw his friend arrive. The pheromones hit him harder now than it had in the last few days. Was Rody this unaware of himself?

Cliff settled both of his hands upon the smaller man’s shoulders, getting him to pause for a moment. Just touching him was a test to his patience.  “Cliff, what’s wrong?” Warm, honey chocolate eyes peered up at him, melting with concern. “Are you feeling okay?” Rody’s hands clasped his forearms, giving a gentle squeeze.  “Why don’t you sit and relax a little? Our meeting can wait.”

“I should be saying that to you.”  Cliff lifted a hand to rest atop the omega’s head, petting the fluffy wolf ears that showed.

Rody let a frustrated growl die in his throat. “I’ve been resting.” His ears flattened at the attention, then vanished all together.

“Hn.” He continued petting his leader, watching the tension slowly uncoil. That gray tail swayed now, instead of whipping about anxiously.

“Okay, fine, I haven’t been sleeping much, but I haven’t been able to,” he admitted, as he rested his forehead against the broad chest in front of him. Rody took a deep breath, finding comfort in Cliff’s familiar scent. “I can’t stop thinking and I can’t get comfortable.”  The frayed ends of the leader’s mind were finally showing.

A hint of a smile showed, as he murmured into the crown of his head. “I can help with that.”

Rody looked up at him, a pout on his lips. “You can’t make me go to bed.”

Cliff gave an amused huff, as his hand shifted to cup the cheek of his little leader. His thumb stroked the scar there, causing a soft smile to show. “I can make you tired though.”

The gray wolf leaned up on his toes, arms loosely hugging around the other’s shoulders.  “Aren’t you still on light duty?” He came in close, just barely nuzzling their noses. “Wouldn’t want to wear you out, big guy.”

“Hmm.” The beta tested his ankle, not feeling the sting he’d felt days ago.

Cliff scooped up his omega, who with anyone else, would object to this sort of treatment. Instead, he held on tighter, hooking his legs around the larger wolf’s trim waist. Rody gave chaste kisses along his cheek, unbothered by his more grown out beard. As he was walked out of the office and down the hall, Rody turned to giving more feverish kisses to his lips. Cliff groaned into his mouth, as the smaller man eagerly drank in the sound.

The door to the bedroom was kicked open, and the beta knelt before the foot of the bed with grace. He placed his precious leader down, laying him out on his back and legs spread wide.  Cliff was over him, their eyes locked in a heated stare.  His voice was sultry, yet firm. “Behave.”

He could see the defiance in the omega. His tail showed interest in fighting back, his eyes glinted in mischief, but ultimately, his scent exuded calm. Rody couldn’t help but chuckle under his breath. All his pent up emotions were easing, and his tail receded.

“Only for you.” The gray wolf relented, as the other stripped away his clothes. The worn out flannel was tossed to the floor, as hands grazed over his scarred chest. Cliff kissed along freckled shoulders, giving special attention to old bite marks that decorated his skin. His leader held fast, trying to cling onto what was left of his patience. Instead of outright clawing off the other’s clothes, his hands pushed off his suspenders and attempted to open his shirt without losing buttons.

Cliff nipped at his ear, earning a soft whimper. “Relax, or else it’ll just hurt.” He unfastened his belt, and allowed the leader to step out of his pants.

“But I need you now.”

How could he resist such a plea? He worked his hands over his small leader, eventually spreading his legs wide and settled between them comfortably.  Cliff nuzzled against his plush thighs, causing him to squirm. Not wanting to make his omega beg too much, the larger man folded the other in half and put his mouth to work. Rody’s leaking cock was ignored, in favor of working his hole open.

Rody struggled to submit to his baser instincts. Regardless of how much his body burned to be touched and claimed, he couldn’t let go of his thoughts. With anyone else, he’d never be put in this position, but this was Cliff. They had done this dance more than enough times, it shouldn’t have been an issue. His resolve was chipped away, becoming far too relaxed under the skillful tongue of his beta. The tether he clutched onto so desperately was slipping from him, and so was the filter on his mouth. “Cliff, it feels so good, keep going, don’t stop.”

Cliff smirked to himself, knowing better to hold his tongue just a little longer. If he teased Rody now, he would only try to keep fighting back and not allow himself to get what he actually wanted.  He took in all the sweet keens and reveled in the way the omega squirmed in his grasp.

He eventually let off with his mouth, only to work two of his fingers into his cute, pliant hole. Rody nearly thrashed, though was held down by a strong arm across his waist. After a few simple strokes, there was no fight left within the omega. Finally feeling himself be filled and held down by his precious beta, Rody let go. His whole body relaxed, giving Cliff no reason to keep him pinned.

“There’s my perfect little omega.” The shiver and the whine that followed his words were things only Cliff was allowed to see. He’d never let another to see the submissive side of his clan leader.  He committed his flushed face to memory, and memorized the sweet sounds he was making.  Cliff worked his fingers in and out slowly, but never spared him with how deep he could reach. “This is what you needed all along, isn’t it?”

Rody nodded, only to let out a startled moan as Cliff roughly shoved his fingers in deep. He fixed his wide eyes on the beta, who gave him a knowing stare. He wouldn’t get away with being quiet. Only Cliff was allowed that privilege. Pride and ego were already stripped away, there wasn’t anything to hide from him. “Y-yes.”

“Good boy.”

Such praise only encouraged his good behavior.  Rody held his own legs open, his face flushed and for once a little shy. “Please, I’m ready.”

“Mmm.” Cliff spread his fingers, causing the smaller man to whine. With lube and more patience, then he might be. The beta withdrew his fingers, then reached over into the nightstand by the bed.  He grumbled upon finding the nearly empty bottle of lube, and cast narrowed eyes at the omega.  “Really, Ro?”

“I’ve tried getting myself off to go to sleep, but you can see how well that’s been going.”  That bit of sass would have been enough to earn punishment, but Cliff wouldn’t go that far.  After all, the sooner his leader was sated, the better.

He emptied the lube onto his fingers and tossed the bottle over his shoulder.  Before he could whine again, Cliff worked three fingers back in.  Seeing the omega lift his hips, silently asking for more, it made the man smile.  “You could have told me that you needed help.”

Cliff placed his large hand over the omega’s lower abdomen, and roughly fingered him.  Rody’s hole clinched and relaxed as he was pushed closer and closer to orgasm.  “Wait, I… please, I’m gonna…”

“Go ahead.  I know I’ll have to wring more out of you.”  Rody tried to hide his face in his pillows to no avail.  He couldn’t help but feel so embarrassed over just how loud he was getting.  “Just let go, Ro.”

The encouragement was enough, and Rody came hard. Cliff did not stop, even as the omega painted himself in his own cum.  He whined and whimpered, but never once begged him to slow down. His voice cracked, he keened at his touch, despite how watery his eyes got.  The beta eased to stop, only to push one more finger in. One of Rody’s hands reached to grab onto the arm holding him down, nearly clawing into his wrist. “So much… Cliff, it’s so much!”

The man leaned over, whispering directly into his ear.  “How else are you supposed to fit me, Ro?  You can take it, I know you can.” The whimpering ebbed, as he was starting to adjust to the fit. If the omega were anything, he was determined in anything he set his mind to.

The beta eventually took his fingers away, as he slotted himself between his legs.  Cliff wiped his lube covered hand on the bedsheets before he pulled the omega down onto his cock.  Like the beautiful whore he was, Rody moaned into his shoulder.  There was no patience left between them, as Cliff rutted into him. He kept Rody close, burying his face into his shoulder and lapping at the old bite marks he’d left from too long ago.

Cliff worked his arms under the smaller man, his claws digging into his shoulders and pulling him down onto his cock, as he thrust in deep.  Rody clung on desperately, his mind slipping away from him.

“So full!”

Cliff wanted nothing more than to hear him more.

“Fuck, your cock is the best.”

He tried not to snarl, as he was getting worked up.

“I want…”  Cliff perked up, he sat up just enough to take in the lust-clouded gaze in his omega’s eyes. “Your knot… I want your knot.”

A smirk crossed his face, the growl in his voice impossible to hide.  “You want me to breed you?”  All sense of rhythm was lost to him, his only goal was to fill his hole and keep him full.  “I can make you so full with my pups, if that’s what you want.”

“Please, I need it!” Cliff leaned over him more, pressing Rody’s knees into his chest. His eyes screwed shut, not used to how deeply he was being fucked.  He was crowded by his beta, enveloped by his strength and his scent.  He turned his head on instinct, baring his neck to the wolf over him.  Cliff snarled at the display, pleased with the submission.

“Beg for it.”

Rody whined at his words.  “Give me your knot!”  He clung tighter.  “Breed me until I can’t walk anymore!” He made himself meet his gorgeous blue eyes, gathering back his determination.  “Knock me up, and make everyone know I’m yours.”

Cliff bit down hard on Rody’s shoulder, causing an outcry.  The taste of iron was on his tongue, and he lapped at the pain he caused.  The feeling of the omega tensing up underneath him was enough to push him over the edge.  He thrust hard into him, unable to hold back anymore.  They held onto each other tight, reluctant to let go despite how hot and sweaty they were.  They wouldn’t have been able to move apart anyway, considering he actually did pop a knot.

The two caught their breaths, and Rody gently laughed into the crock of his beta’s neck.  “You certainly know what to say to get me going.”

“You have a way with words too,” Cliff mumbled.

The beta attempted to shift his legs, only to wince upon shifting his previously injured ankle.

“You overdid it, didn’t you?” The omega attempted to move, but wasn’t allowed to.  “Come on, we can shift around, and you can lay on your back, at least.”

“I’m not moving until I know you’re definitely knocked up.”  Rody hadn’t expected that answer, and his face lit up brightly at his oh-so-serious words.

“You—!”

“You asked for it, and I’m seeing it through.”

The omega got shy, and nuzzled his face into his shoulder.  His muttering was unintelligible, but Cliff knew that he wasn’t upset.  He was far too content to be upset.