Chapter 66: Knotted by Two Alphas -1

The power went out with a dull metallic groan that shook the underground room. Ren flipped the switch on and off, yet nothing happened. A moment later, the backup lights on the floor clicked on, shining faint red lines across the basement.

He was starting to feel his heat coming on, so he took out his suppressant bottle. It was totally empty. He had taken his last dose twelve hours earlier and planned to replace it after his shift, but the power outage ruined those plans. He would have to go into heat, trapped in this basement.

Heat rolled through him in a slow, rising wave. His skin flushed hot under the thin archival jumpsuit. Sweat beaded at his temples. The scent blockers he wore 12 hours ago were already failing, and the first sharp edge of Omega pheromones slipped into the still air. The scent was a Sweet, thick and unmistakable Omega’s scent.

"Fuck," he whispered. His voice sounded small in the vault.

He staggered to the sealed exit door and slammed the manual override. The heavy lock mechanism stayed dead. They were on backup power so it couldn’t override. He was sealed inside a climate-controlled tomb three levels below street level with a full heat cycle starting and no way out.

His cock twitched hard against the fabric of his jumpsuit. slick began to gather between his thighs, warm and slick, soaking through the thin material. He pressed his back to the cold steel door and tried to breathe through it. The fever climbed faster. His hole clenched around nothing, aching badly.

Outside the reinforced door, he could hear two set of heavy boots on the concrete.

A deep voice cut through the silence. "Vault seven is dark. I think there’s a power’s outage across the whole sublevel."

Then came the second voice, it was smoother but impatient. "Something smells off. You catching that?"

Ren’s pulse hammered. He knew those voices from security briefings. Vane, the cold tactical enforcer who never raised his voice. Cassian, the pack leader who smiled while he broke bones. They were allied Alphas. Very dangerous. Exactly the kind of men who would scent an unbonded Omega in heat and claim first, ask questions never.

They tried to ply the door open with brutal force, the door shuddered under the heavy impact but did not bulge.

"Someone’s inside," Vane said, calm and precise. "The override’s dead. Stand clear."

Another impact. Then a third. The seal cracked with a sharp sound. The door swung inward on emergency hinges.

They stepped into the red-lit vault side by side.

Vane was tall, broad through the shoulders, dark hair cropped short, eyes like winter steel. Cassian was a fraction taller, golden-haired, jaw sharp, mouth already curved in something predatory. Both wore black tactical gear. Both stopped dead the moment Ren’s scent hit them full force.

Cassian’s nostrils flared. "Omega."

Vane’s gaze locked on Ren where he stood against the far wall, jumpsuit clinging to his damp body, his thighs pressed together and chest rising and falling too fast.

"You are in heat. For how long?" Vane asked.

Ren’s voice came out softer than he intended to. "It just hit. I ran out of suppressants. The door sealed so I can’t..."

Cassian moved first. He crossed the space in three long strides and stopped close enough that Ren felt the heat of him. "You’re drowning the whole corridor in it. Rogue, rut triggered Alphas are already circling the upper levels. We can smell them from here."

Vane sealed the broken door behind them with a manual bar and a magnetic clamp from his belt. The lock engaged with a heavy thunk. "We stay in. Outside is a free-for-all once that scent hits open air. Better we contain it here."

Ren’s knees weakened. Slick dripped down the inside of one thigh. His cock strained painfully against the jumpsuit zipper. "You can’t just... lock yourselves in with me. I’m not..."

Cassian’s hand closed around Ren’s jaw, tilting his face up. "You are. And you’re about to go feral if someone doesn’t take the edge off. We can do this controlled or we can do it messy. Choose."

Vane stepped in on Ren’s other side. His scent was cooler, sharper, all control and iron. It wrapped around Cassian’s hotter, muskier presence until the air itself felt thick. Ren’s hole clenched hard. A soft, broken sound left his throat.

"I need..." Ren’s hands fisted in Cassian’s vest. "I need something. Please."

Cassian’s mouth crashed into his. The kiss was open and filthy, tongue pushing deep, tasting him. Ren moaned into it. Vane’s hands found the zipper of the jumpsuit and dragged it down in one hard pull. Cool air hit Ren’s flushed skin. His cock sprang free, hard and leaking. Slick shone on his inner thighs.

Vane’s palm wrapped around Ren’s cock and stroked once, firm. "Already this wet. Look at you."

Cassian broke the kiss and turned Ren so his back pressed to Cassian’s chest. "Hold him open."

Vane dropped to one knee without hesitation. He shoved Ren’s thighs wider and dragged two fingers through the slick coating his hole. The touch alone made Ren’s hips jerk. Vane pushed both fingers in deep and twisted.

"Fuck... ah..." Ren’s head fell back against Cassian’s shoulder.

Cassian’s hands slid under Ren’s thighs and lifted, spreading him wider for Vane’s mouth. Vane’s tongue replaced his fingers, hot and relentless, licking deep into the wet heat. Ren cried out. Slick poured over Vane’s chin. Cassian’s cock was a hard line against Ren’s lower back, still trapped in tactical pants.

"Taste him," Cassian ordered, voice rough. "Get him ready for both of us."

Vane worked him open with tongue and fingers until Ren was shaking, cock dripping onto the floor. Then Vane stood, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and freed his own cock. Thick, flushed, already beaded at the tip. Cassian released Ren long enough to shove his own pants down. His cock was longer, slightly curved, heavy.

They didn’t ask again.

Vane turned Ren to face him and lifted one of Ren’s legs high over his hip. The blunt head of Vane’s cock pressed against Ren’s slick hole. One hard thrust and he buried himself to the root. Ren’s scream echoed off the steel walls. The stretch burned perfect. Vane held still only a second before he started fucking him in deep, controlled strokes that dragged over every sensitive place inside.

Cassian stepped in behind. His fingers found the place where Vane’s cock stretched Ren open and pushed in alongside, working a second path. Ren’s breath stuttered. "Both... both of you..."

"That’s the plan," Cassian said against his ear. He withdrew his fingers, lined up, and pushed in beside Vane in one slow, relentless slide.

The dual stretch stole Ren’s voice. He was so full he could barely breathe. Two thick Alpha cocks buried inside him, moving in a rough, overlapping rhythm. Vane thrust deep while Cassian pulled back, then they switched, grinding against each other inside the tight, soaked heat of him. Slick made wet sounds with every thrust. Ren’s cock bounced between them, untouched and leaking steadily.

Cassian’s hand wrapped around it and stroked in time with their hips. "Take it. You’re made for this."

Vane’s mouth found the side of Ren’s neck and bit down hard enough to bruise. "Quiet. Sound carries even through the seals."

Ren could only moan brokenly. The fever of heat and the brutal dual fucking short-circuited every coherent thought. His hole clenched and fluttered around both cocks. The pressure built fast, unbearable. Cassian’s grip tightened. Vane’s thrusts turned sharper.

"Coming... I’m..." Ren’s body locked. Orgasm ripped through him hard enough that his vision whited out. Cum striped Vane’s tactical shirt. His hole milking both cocks in frantic pulses.

Neither of the Alphas slowed down. They fucked him through it, using the fresh flood of slick to drive deeper. Cassian came first with a low growl, flooding Ren’s insides with hot pulses of cum. Vane followed seconds later, grinding in and adding his own thick load until it leaked out around their joined cocks and dripped down Ren’s thighs.

They stayed buried in him, breathing hard, while the aftershocks kept Ren twitching between them.

Outside the vault door, distant shouts and the scrape of boots grew louder. Rival scents pressed against the seals.

Vane’s voice was low and steady against Ren’s temple. "We stay locked in until the power grid stabilizes or the upper levels are cleared. You’re not walking out of here alone."

Cassian’s hand stroked down Ren’s stomach, possessive. "And we’re not done with you yet. Heat’s only getting worse."

Ren’s cock twitched weakly between them, already half-hard again. Slick and cum mixed on his thighs. The vault air was thick with the three of them. He had nowhere to go and no strength left to pretend he wanted to.

Vane and Cassian adjusted their grips, still buried deep, and began to move again.