Tempting the Devil (Omegaverse)

Cuthbert could feel his hands shaking and he knew there was nothing he could do to stop it. He’d been so forward in asking Hugh for something like this and it was not his nature to be so. Such a bold request and stated so awkwardly and yet…the little Omega seemed almost too happy to provide it for him. As if it were nothing to ask for something so…so…private. He’d changed plenty of slick-laden sheets in his tenure and he’d seen the way an Omega pined and keened during their heats. It was unnerving the way they became desperate little creatures, begging for relief.

He’d never seen an Alpha in rut. It was a rare sight for anyone who was not an Omega and, with Nathan as cautious as he was about his house, there was no occasion for Cuthbert to have ever seen him succumb to those types of instincts.

What are you doing, Cuthbert? You’re tempting the devil.

His insecurities were roiling about and he recognized them for what they were. He held the little white square of linen in both hands while he slipped, unnoticed into Nathan’s room, tucking the fabric packet into a drawer before he moved to the window and peered out, watching the last of the wedding guests make their way to their waiting coaches. It had been such a lovely wedding and Amelia had looked simply perfect. Her dress was lovely, her hair stayed pinned the whole of the reception, and not once had she or Nathan given anything away about the true nature of their relationship. Cuthbert had worried about some kind of underlying anxiety but the night had gone smoothly and Mrs. Watson had given him smug glances every time she had come across him.

Let the wench think she’s won.

“I thought I’d find you here,” Nathan cooed from the doorway, clicking the lock in place as he entered.

“Where else should I be, my Lord?”

“Mm, none of that. I’ve had enough of that tonight.” In the soft warm light of the lamps, Cuthbert watched Nathan’s brows twitch inward. “Nervous of something, love?”

“To be frank, yes. I am.”

The Alpha sighed through his nose and moved toward the bed, shedding his jacket and untying his cravat. “You needn’t worry over anything. It’s all out of the way now and the only thing Amelia and I will have to do is keep up the charade. I promise you, it was a thousand times more difficult to hide things without a wife. When we’re back in the country with the whole of the house, we’ll put Amelia in the Viscountess’s suite and her mother will be nowhere near all of our rooms. Hugh will fit in quite well with us, boisterous as he is, and we’ll all be perfectly fine together.”

“Oh yes,” Cuthbert mumbled. “I know all that…Hugh is…very accommodating.” His brain sputtered over his word choice. “It is not that, Nathan…it is more…something quite sensitive. I’ve not brought it up before and I’ve no way of knowing how you’ll…how you’ll…”

The Alpha turned to him, his collarbone peeking from his shirt while he raked a hand through his hair to muss it up. He was so dashingly handsome in the glow of the lamps that Cuthbert almost didn’t hear him respond. “We’ve never had issue with tender subjects before. Perhaps I should kiss the truth out of you.” He flashed a devilish grin at the valet—a facet of the Viscount that was never shown outside the bedroom.

“Oh dear…” Cuthbert muttered.

Nathan approached him and bent his neck to press the tip of his nose just under the Beta’s ear, taking in a deep breath of his scent. The Alpha paused for a moment, his head ticking to the side and his soft lips grazing Cuthbert’s throat while his nose made short, sharp, inquisitive sniffs. He drew back only slightly, his nose sniffing lightly in a search.

“Oh dear…” Cuthbert muttered again, this time with a tad bit more alarm.

Nathan was frowning as he took Cuthbert’s hand and gently scented the tips of his gloved fingers. He gave pause, staring at the valet intently.

Cuthbert gulped. “Hugh’s heat…it…”

“It smells wonderful,” Nathan replied, his tone low and sultry. He kissed the tips of Cuthbert’s fingers and then pulled the Beta close to scent him again, whispering against his throat. “You smell wonderful…”

“My scent can’t be as…as arousing as an Omega’s heat scent…I…”

“How often are you going to wonder about my attraction to you? Hm?” He placed a sweet kiss upon Cuthbert’s jaw line and smiled against him. “Are you to fret about how much I could want you until the end of time? Are you always going to think that some Omega will try to steal me?” He drew up and pinned Cuthbert with a chiding stare. “Is that why you’ve convinced all of my housekeepers to hire Betas or Alphas?”

“N-No…well…yes. Oh dear.”

Nathan laughed. “I’ve known. Though how to convince you that I love you seems to elude me.”

Cuthbert blurted his response, letting the words tumble out with abandon. “I-I…I would very much like to be knotted, Nathan. I’ve heard that it is a very bonding experience for Omegas and—”

“Omegas, Cuthbert,” the Viscount repeated, drawing back to peer quizzically into the Beta’s dark eyes. “You’re a Beta.”

“And I’ve all the same pieces and parts that an Omega has. You’ve read the medical studies, you know there’s not much different about us, there’s nothing that Hugh can do that I cannot—”

“You cannot make slick. You cannot have a heat. You cannot induce a rut…nor could you become intoxicated by an Alpha’s scent enough to forget the pain of one…”

He stammered, his heart beating faster with the anxiety that he might fail in this relatively simple request. Perhaps it would have been easier just to do it without asking him. He gripped Nathan by his sleeves. “Nathan, please. I trust you. We’ve not had any issue with the oils and I’ll have my wits about me enough to know when to use more. I…I’ve wanted this. I’ve thought for such a long time about this and how much I…how much I need it. I want all of you, Nathan. I’m greedy. I’m selfish. I want to know that…that I c an do this for you. You’re an Alpha and…and you…you should have the opportunity to…be.”

“And how would you send me into a rut?”

“I’ve taken care of that…Hugh was gracious enough to—”

Nathan took a step back. “You can’t expect to do this tonight…with Hugh’s scent.”

Cuthbert’s thoughts were scattered. “B-But…But I…”

“An Omega in heat here in my house and you want to send me into a rut with his scent? Cuthbert, you’ve said yourself that I’m a slave to my instinct. How can you be certain that I will not rip the doors off their hinges to ravish poor Hugh?”

“I trust you, Alpha.”

“Am I to trust myself?”

“Are you arguing with me because you’re truly worried or do you put up a fight with me because you believe I’ll be inadequate to sate you? Or you I?” He wanted to stamp his foot with his frustration but he kept himself as still as he could, even as his shoulders trembled. Tears began to well in his eyes and he blinked them back. “I know it will hurt,” he stated, his voice strained. “But I want to at least try.”

Nathan turned away toward the bed and unfastened the buttons of his shirt, pulling it off of himself and tossing it to the floor. His muscles rippled under his skin and Cuthbert could have shivered with the want for him. He was a perfect Alpha. His body was designed to breed and to protect and to fight. It was everything Cuthbert could have dreamed of. The Alpha’s voice was low still. “Don’t put his scent on your neck. Anywhere but your neck. I want to smell you when I’m locked in.”

Giddy elation poured into his emotions and he turned quickly to the drawer he’d hidden the scent in. “I’ve got it on a bit of cloth…I don’t have to have it on me…”

“Good.” The Alpha was already shedding the rest of his clothes, apprehension obvious in his scent and his demeanor. “Don’t bring it to me yet. I want to get you wet enough and riled up before I lose my mind.”

“Yes…alright.” He put it on the vanity and left it there, peeling off his gloves and undressing with shaking hands. When he was nude, he turned to find Nathan pulling down the counterpane and the sheets, folding them neatly in a roll at the end of the bed before he arranged the pillows at the top, leaving a large amount of clear space for the two of them to… Cuthbert felt his face redden, blood pooling low and beginning to stiffen his member. He stayed, stuck in his place until Nathan glanced over to him and then fixed him with a contemplative stare.

Slowly, a smile formed upon the Alpha’s lips. “There’s my handsome Beta,” he breathed.

Cuthbert blushed, dipping his head bashfully while his body reacted to his Alpha.

“Come here, love.”

He obeyed, shuffling a bit as he moved forward and melting as Nathan brought him close and tight against him.

“You are such a devious creature and surprising to boot,” Nathan sighed before kissing him soundly. “Every time I think I know all there is to know about you Betas, you manage to smash all of what I think I’ve learned.”

Cuthbert relished the soft and arousing sounds of Nathan’s kisses upon his own lips and took in hard breaths through his nose to drink the spice of an Alpha’s excitement. At least there was this. That he could lead Nathan toward a palpable arousal and taste the evidence of it from his mouth and his soul. If he could have ever been able to have that bond…to wear Nathan’s ring, he would have died from the happiness of it. This would have to do. This connection and this feeling…he needed it badly.

“Mm,” Nathan moaned through his kisses. “I need you, Bert.”

His response was to reach between them and gently brush his fingertips over the soft head of Nathan’s manhood, forcing a startled and appreciative gasp from his lover’s mouth. He took it in his hand and stroked leisurely until the Alpha was breathing heavy, his hands moving all over Cuthbert’s body, skimming over his smooth skin.

With a small growl, Nathan pushed Cuthbert onto the bed and flipped him to his stomach. Knowing exactly what to do, Cuthbert brought himself to his elbows and knees, perking his rear into the air in the classic Omega presentation pose with his legs broadly parted. Nathan hummed with his excitement and moved to the nightstand drawer to find the lubricant they often utilized. On normal days, the Alpha only had to use a small amount, coating his fingers and his member to squeeze past Cuthbert’s tight opening. Tonight, the Alpha unscrewed the top and tipped the glass directly over the Beta’s cleft, causing him to wince at the cold of the fluid. With one finger, he caught the dribble that had escaped past its goal and skimmed up until he could ease it into Cuthbert’s body.

He groaned at the sensation of Nathan’s finger breaching him. “Please, Nathan.”

There was a chuckle from behind him and the Alpha murmured and cooed. “I’m going to get you so wet, Beta. I’m going to make you absolutely sopping. You’re going to be moaning and begging for my knot long before I give it to you. Oh you won’t like that. You’re going to be as desperate as an Omega in heat before I give you what you want.”

“Ohhhh…” Cuthbert smiled as he felt two more fingers suddenly open him. He liked when Nathan played games like this. When he spoke his intentions and made them real just by speech alone. He could imagine himself, hard and wanting. He could see it clear as day, their bodies entwined and his desperation in thick pants and moans before he was speared and brought to sweet release.

“You’ve never had me like an Omega would have me. Wild and mad with lust, rutting inside you with savagery. We’ve got to make sure you’re as wet as we can make you, Beta.” His fingers curled and he gave deep, searching thrusts with his wrist, working the lubricant inside. For a moment, he paused in his ministrations and spread his fingers slowly and gently, causing a slight grunt from Cuthbert’s throat. He held them that way while he dribbled some of the fluid from the glass bottle into the spaces between his fingers.

“Nathan!” Cuthbert gasped at the cold liquid suddenly inside him.

The Alpha apologized by putting the bottle back on the nightstand and reaching between Cuthbert’s spread thighs, his palm slick and smoothing over the tender, swollen flesh of the Beta’s ready erection. He stroked without fervor and in time with the thrusts of the three fingers inside him. As always, Nathan’s touch was unerringly kind, every action deliberate and attentive. They’d been together for nearing three years and not once had Nathan ever lost that measured poise.

It’s about time he did, Cuthbert thought.

He felt the beginnings of a crest and he smiled, ready to ride it through while Nathan rocked him with deft fingers and stroked him toward that first release. Just as he thought he was to come off, just as he had tightened the ring of muscle about his lover’s fingers, Nathan’s hand came over the base of him and squeezed.

“Ehn?!” Cuthbert groaned, his eyes snapping open while he jerked his hips, his completion on the verge, just at the very edge of a cliff the Alpha had snatched him from.

“I told you,” Nathan gently reminded him, “If I am to be subjected to a vicious desire, then you shall too. Consider it my punishment for your impertinence.”

“Alpha…” he begged, wriggling his hips to convey his displeasure.

“Oh no, you won’t persuade me that easily. Especially not before I’ve gone into rut.” With that, he withdrew his fingers and bodily turned the Beta over, splaying his legs open to come between them only to barely tease by letting his heavy Alpha cock brush over Cuthbert’s own throbbing groin while he leaned over and devoured him in a kiss. Nathan’s tongue pushed into his mouth and furthered his punishment with this bruising assault while he held his wrists above his head to the sheets. “Mmm,” the Alpha moaned, his words breathy between plundering kisses, “You’re so wet Beta, and still I don’t think you’re ready for me.”

“I’m ready,” he pleaded. “Please. I’m ready.”

“I don’t think so.” He slithered down Cuthbert’s writhing body and impatiently took his manhood deep into his mouth. Cuthbert yelped, grasping at the Alpha’s head and yanking at his hair as if anything could stop him when he was so determined about something. The pleasure was bordering upon a delicious and attractive pain which shot distinctive tingles and shocks through his body straight to his fingers and toes. He bucked and cried out, practically shrieking when Nathan brutally shoved two fingers deep inside him again. This time he felt it coming but it was less like a wave and more like an earthquake.

“No!” he yelled as Nathan pulled up his head and gripped him hard to prevent his release. “Let me! Alpha!” His body shuddered and he gasped with frustration, feeling the fires of his orgasm peter out and die even as the Viscount let him go.

“What do you need, Beta?” Nathan asked, stroking long, leisurely strokes over Cuthbert’s tingling flesh, his thumb teasing over the tip and smearing the small bit which had leaked out.

“I need your knot, Alpha.” He was panting and realized suddenly that he was desperate. “Please…I need it.”

“Are you ravenous for me?” he asked, sliding another finger inside Cuthbert’s tight entrance, slowly easing them in and out, slippery with lubricant.

“I’m ready!” he cried out.

“You know, you’re going to be trapped with me for near an hour…I haven’t knotted anyone in years, Bert… It could be brutal.”

“Give me brutal,” he begged. “Please just give it to me.”

He was flipped over again and roughly pulled to present before Nathan slid off the bed to fetch the small square handkerchief from the vanity. When he came back, he placed it to the side before he poured a liberal amount of lubricant over Cuthbert’s ass again and then himself. He pulled the Beta to the right height and carefully guided himself in, burying himself in as far as he could go. He pulled Cuthbert’s hips back until he was flush with his backside and he gave a few deep thrusts, the amount of lubrication between them making it almost too easy to accomplish. Over Bert’s shoulder, Nathan asked, “You’re absolutely certain…one hundred percent?”

“Yes.” He dipped his head down to the sheets and tried to relax as best he could, the feeling of his Alpha buried inside him the most “right” the world had ever created for him. It was perfection. How anyone could have ever blamed him for wanting it…for needing it…he would never understand. He inadvertently released a few grunts when the Viscount began a steady rhythm of thrusts, pausing only to pick up the little white kerchief to press it under his nose.

A shudder coursed through the Alpha. “Jesus. Ahn.” His cock twitched inside Cuthbert’s body.

“N-Nathan?”

There was a long, ragged inhale from behind him and he peered over his shoulder, the lamplight playing over the sculpted features of his lover’s face, showing his focus and his ecstasy at the rush of pheromones to his brain. “Oh my god…” he groaned, his eyes opening only to appear disoriented and glazed. “Mmmm…Rrrrrngh…” His brows drew sharply inward and he shook his head, tossing the fabric away from him before he blinked away the fog, suddenly overly alert with his pupils huge and black. His scent was sharp and cut with a foreign arousal—one Cuthbert had never scented before. He growled, grasping at the Beta’s hips hard and beginning a new rhythm for his thrusts.

When Nathan had warned of brutality, Cuthbert had mentally prepared himself for the worst. He needn’t have worried. The thrusts were well-timed though desperate and the amount of lubricant Nathan had used on him was more than enough to keep him from any tearing before…well…before the knot. He was practiced in Nathan’s normal way of doing things and this, though different, was no less enjoyable. Rough and tumble with a rutting Alpha plowing into him wasn’t at all—

“Ahn!” He yelped loudly as Nathan’s hands gripped his hips hard enough to bruise, pulling him back against the swell of his knot hard enough that it was beginning to hurt. He gripped the sheets, grabbing for a pillow while he closed his eyes, biting his bottom lip to distract from the pain. “Unnnnrgh!” He gave an abrupt gasp of relief when Nathan pushed him forward but nearly screamed when he was pulled back again, his body resisting though slowly giving in with every second. When it was done a third time, he let loose a loud sob, feeling tears spill from the corners of his eyes as he wondered, how in the world could an Omega stand such a thing?! It was a stupid thought but it was born from pain and he morosely reminded himself that an Omega who would stand such a thing would have been driven by their own heat lust. Their mad desire to breed was what made their bodies ignore the pain. The fourth time the girth of Nathan’s knot butted against him, he was sure he would tear, his entrance stinging and burning while his hips ached from the abuse. His eyes were wide, his heart pounding in his chest, his teeth tight together and a distressed whine floating from his throat.

Stop! Stop! Stop!

It was sudden and unexpected when his body finally gave way and his Alpha’s knot slid into place while Nathan howled, jerking his hips and convulsing with a bizarre climax. Cuthbert was trembling, shaking with relieved sobs that the worst of it was finally over, that he only had to wait until Nathan was back to normal. He felt his teeth chatter together from his frayed nerves and whimpered when he felt the Alpha’s knot expanding inside him, the stinging rim of him tight around its base while it ballooned and locked them together.

The Viscount was panting, each one of his rasping breaths garnished with a stunted sound that was somewhere between passion and confusion. His large body curled over Cuthbert, his nose buried hard against his neck, scenting him with abandon. The mild tones of the Beta’s scent had soured into pain and fear and regret—something a rutting Alpha couldn’t possibly comprehend.

Nathan’s scent altered, his voice sharp with his own frustration even as he couldn’t make sense of words. “Bert… Mmmmrrrrrr.” His hand slipped to Cuthbert’s neck and rubbed at him as if he were an Omega, his breaths blowing hard with his high emotions. “Bert…I’m…I’m sorry.” His warm palm slid down from Bert’s neck, over his collarbone, his chest, his ribs and his belly. He snaked his touch down to the Beta’s groin, gathering his softened member into his fingers and giving it languid strokes. It was a type of apology and though he didn’t quite feel like he deserved to be pampered, fool of a Beta as he had been, he cautiously spread his thighs and allowed the action. Nathan very slowly moved them both to lay on their sides.

It took Cuthbert close to ten minutes to ignore the pulsing sting and burn of his ass and the pervasive ache of his bruised hips. Time was something they had plenty of and time was what it took for him to rediscover his lost erection. It was difficult to allow himself to take pleasure again but eventually, he had no choice, his traitorous body rejecting his regret and responding fully to the soothing scent of his Alpha. He moved only a little but the subtle gesture wasn’t lost to the nobleman who whispered into his ear, kissing and murmuring as he did.

“Such a good Beta. Such a beautiful boy. My Beta. My Bert. You’ve done so well. So good.” He peppered light kisses over his ear and his jaw, nipping and taking his time. “You feel incredible. Your body is a paradise of wonders. Do you like it when I touch you here? Do you like the way it feels when I put my hand on you? Would you like to come, Beta?”

Cuthbert almost didn’t respond, still ashamed of himself. Without speaking, he answered by nodding. The salacious touches quickened and he opened his thighs further to welcome them, reaching over his own shoulder to hook his fingers around the back of Nathan’s neck, holding him in place to keep his nose close to the valet’s throat.

“I’m yours, Bert. All yours. You’ve got every part of me now. You’ve claimed me as yours and I’ll remember it until the day I’ve been put in the ground. My mate has conquered me…my beautiful, brave Beta.”

“Uhn…” He sighed, his hips adjusting and the knot inside him pressing hard upon a bundle of nerves that sent him careening toward his release. “Nathan!”

The Alpha kept his rhythmic strokes but asked clearly, “What do you need, Bert?”

“Your knot. It’s…It’s pressing…can yuh-you…can you make it happen again?”

“Like this?” He shifted slightly.

“Aaaaaahn! Yes! Yes, like that!” Every sting or throb that had plagued him was suddenly overridden by prurient need and he took his hand from Nathan’s neck to reach back to grip the man’s bare hip, urging him to move in a slight but intense rocking that was going to hurtle him straight to the moon. “Like that! Like that! Alpha! Alpha! Alpha!” He felt his eyes roll upward, his breath hitching and halting in his lungs as he rode the sensations until all there was in his mind was sparkling starlight. He shivered and became boneless as he was enveloped in his mate’s kind warmth.

“Shhhhh…” Benevolent fingers combed through his hair. “It’s alright to sleep, love. I’ll be here with you in the morning. We can have a day off to ourselves. Spend the whole of it in bed. Should that be nice?”

Cuthbert nodded, hazy with the veil coming down around him. “Yes…” he sighed. “And if you wouldn’t mind it too badly…” he mumbled, “I should like to toss that wretched thing into the fire.”

A low hum came from his lover behind him and with another kiss upon his temple, Nathan replied, “Of course, Bert. Anything you wish.”