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It was only a mile left on the trek back to camp, but it felt as though you couldn’t close the distance fast enough. You would have given a finger for a scroll of teleport, just to get far away from any idiotic magic user.
“You need to watch where you’re casting your spells, wizard,” you hissed as you passed Gale on the narrow path. You’d spent the last half hour glaring at the back of his head, but the mere sight of him was keeping your blood hot. You needed to walk at least a hundred paces ahead.
“Perhaps you should stop and look at your surroundings for half a second before charging in with your blade,” Gale snapped. “Or is such complex thought outside of your abilities?”
“You could have killed me with that blast!”
“It was a cantrip,” he rolled his eyes. “Or are you as weak as a goblin? Surely such an accomplished fighter as yourself can survive one measly Fire Bolt.”
“There was a barrel of grease right there!” You instinctively ran your hands over the singe marks on your armor. The studded leather was the only reason you hadn’t been burned. And the fact that Gale had missed the barrel was the only reason you were still alive.
“Why would a band of goblins keep a full barrel of grease lying around in the open?” Gale looked skeptical. He hadn’t believed you at all since you left the goblins’ den. You wished you could turn around and march all the way back just to shove his head in the barrel and prove your point.
“How should I know? They’re goblins! Nothing they do makes a lick of sense.”
Shadowheart groaned loudly from behind both of you. “I cannot bear to listen to another minute of this. Did you not scream your heads off about it enough when we left the den two hours ago?”
“Neither can I.” Lae’zel’s hand was on her dagger. Fingers twitching. She would silence you both if the arguing didn’t cease.
You and Gale turned to glare at them.”
“Back where I’m from we would settle this properly,” you huffed at Gale. “Hand to hand, with our bodies as our weapons. But you’re so weak and feeble I could have you pinned beneath me in seconds.”
Gale panted, face flushing bright red with rage. He couldn’t do anything about your taunt because every word was true. Unable to resist, you leaned in close and snarled in his ear before finally stalking off ahead. You could probably beat them all to camp by ten minutes if you kept a good pace.
As you lay in your bedroll that night, watching the stars climb across the sky, you couldn’t help but picture Gale flushed, eyes burning. He was rather cute when he was livid. But you could never admit to anyone that his adorable anger was the real reason you could never stop bickering and arguing with the wizard.
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At this point, you knew the feeling of sensations other than your own. The odd layering of another person’s mind over yours. Usually, it was pain or distress when another member of the party was hurt or in danger. You were no stranger to either, and it was easy to shake it off and keep fighting.
Occasionally, strong memories would pierce your mind when talking about the past. Horrors of war and enslavement. Lost lovers and family members. You felt their grief and loss as acutely as if it were your own. Could see the faces in their memories and the homes they left behind.
You did not like the weakness of being bound to so many strangers - though you were far from strangers anymore. You had others who depended on you now. Too many things at stake.
Too many people you could lose.
You woke drenched in sweat, chest heaving. But it wasn’t your discomfort. The sharp pain in your head was enough of a tell, the strange feeling of separation from the fevered chills and the ache between your legs.
Someone in camp was unwell. You struggled to your feet, trying to determine who could have fallen ill so suddenly. The fires were slowly burning out, just embers and ash mostly. A few lanterns here and there lit the way as you passed by sleeping Karlach, Shadowheart, and Lae’zel. Wyll was standing guard, and Astarion was awake doing… whatever it was he got up to at night.
You caught a scent on the cool night breeze. One that no one else in camp would be able to pick out. It was an unusually rare trait to be an alpha, though maybe not as rare as some races - those strange reclusive elves with odd features. You were the only one among the entire party.
And equally rare were omegas. You had only met two in your lifetime. But the fever, the ache, the scent: there was an omega in camp. One that was going into heat.
You followed the scent, unable to help the way your instincts flared as it grew stronger and stronger.
The sight of blue rugs and assortment of ridiculous instruments made your heart pound. You almost tripped over some kind of metal contraption as you made your way to the entrance of Gale’s tent. The wizard? An omega? He could hardly defend himself from a band of brigands, and now he was vulnerable.
The thought stoked a deep need in you to protect. You were an alpha. It was your duty. With that, you slipped into Gale’s tent.
The light of a few short candles gave the tent a warm glow. Your nostrils flared at the warm air, the scent that had filled the entire space. Gale didn’t even notice you at first, head tipped back and eyes closed where he lay on a nest of pillows and linens. His legs were parted, and you couldn’t tear your eyes away from the sight of a spectral, disembodied hand between his thighs, stroking at the glistening folds.
While you were frozen in shock, jaw hanging open uselessly, Gale realized you had intruded on his privacy. “What the devils are you doing in here?” He demanded, reaching for a blanket to cover himself. You stayed his hand with your own. Your reflexes were always faster than his.
The spectral hand flickered and disappeared.
“The parasite…” you tried to explain, hoping you weren’t about to take a spell to the face, “I woke because I could tell you were unwell.”
“Unwell?” Gale sounded skeptical.
“In heat,” you clarified. “I understand why you would hide it. Hide being an omega. It’s not easy. But you should have known that I would look after you.” You squeezed his hand beneath yours. There had never been any need to hide your status as an alpha, but your pride was wounded that Gale had not trusted you enough to share this with you.
It was still a choice. Still his own decision. There was no obligation, no natural order that dictated an omega had to place their trust and safety in the hands of an alpha, but you thought you had proved yourself after all the time spent fighting alongside one another.
“I don’t need to be looked after,” Gale snapped. “And I’m not interested in rolling over, belly up, for any alpha that asks. I have dignity. Standards.”
“And I am not up to your standards?” You couldn’t help but sit up straighter, broader. The insult was cutting. “I’ve put my life on the line for you and every other member of this party. All I want is to protect you. Keep you safe.”
Gale raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure you’re not just trying to bury your knot in the nearest needy omega?” The words held so much derision and contempt.
You chuckled. “I certainly wouldn’t say no-“ at his glower you immediately backtracked. “It would be an honor to bed you, Gale. But I’m being honest when I say my intentions are just to ensure you remain well.”
“An… honor?” The dark of his eyes was so wide that you couldn’t even see the warm brown.
“If you would allow me,” you leaned forward, unable to stop yourself from inhaling the delicious scent, “I could bring you ten times the pleasure of any magically conjured hand.”
The amount of control you had displayed thus far should have earned you some sort of heroic title. Gale, bare and flushed beneath you, thighs still parted, practically on display. His skin was shining with sweat. You let your eyes drag over the hair on his chest, the trail from his belly button to his…
“Please,” Gale breathed. “Touch me.”
You weren’t going to disobey an order like that. You inched forward on your knees, running one hand from his knee down the inside of his thigh. The warmth of your palm brought a small sigh from his lips, and you felt smug satisfaction at already having something over that silly spell.
“You're so wet,” you murmured, taking in the beautiful sight. “Could smell it from halfway across camp.” You dragged two fingers through the slick, stroking his entrance and teasing. This was the ache that had woken you earlier, the desperation of an omega’s heat. You had only ever heard about the way it consumed - commandeered reason and the senses. But you understood now, had felt everything Gale was feeling. You couldn’t leave him to suffer that alone.
“It’s your fault,” Gale gasped, he was trying to meet your touch, rocking his hips toward your hands. “Your scent. You got too close earlier.”
You must have accidentally triggered his heat. It was known to happen. Alphas and omegas played off one another, responding to scent. You hadn’t known Gale was an omega, hadn’t known that you would have such an effect on him.
“My sincerest apologies,” you said without an ounce of sincerity. Instead you watched the way Gale’s lips parted as you curled your fingers into just the right spot. Oh, you couldn’t wait to have your knot locked at that exact place. You would have Gale sobbing in pleasure on your cock.
“If you don’t hurry up and fuck me, I’m going to hit you with a magic missile.” You were surprised at Gale’s ferocity, but you knew he would make good on the threat if you didn’t do as he said. Still, he couldn’t possibly overpower you in physical strength, so you pinned him beneath you as you worked your trousers open. Your cock had been hard and straining against the material since you first entered the tent, and you moaned in relief as you stroked yourself.
Gale was watching you, eyes half-lidded and lips parted. You ran your hand along his thigh again as you lined your cock up with his entrance and pressed your hips forward. The warmth and heat and slick was overwhelming, and you leant forward over Gale, pressing your forehead against his collarbone as you sank in to the hilt. His scent was even stronger when your nose was practically buried in his neck, and you kissed down his chest, admiring the softness of him. “It’s a shame you hide away under those robes,” you teased just before taking his nipple into your mouth. You had admired Gale before when washing up. He was well built, soft and strong. You had imagined before, in the privacy of your own tent, what it would be like to put your mouth on all that soft flesh.
The reality was more perfect than you could ever have dreamed. Gale’s scent was tailor made to stoke your instincts, to draw you in and intoxicate you.
You began to drive your hips forward, fucking into Gale with unrestrained force. His eyes fluttered shut, and you delighted in the way his fingers dug into the muscles of your arms. Every hint that your were pleasing him only spurred you on until you had hoisted his hips up of the cushion on the ground so you could fuck him deeply with every thrust.
Your knot began to swell, and you bit back a groan at the way the base of your cock caught his entrance. You couldn’t wait to be buried deep inside of him, knot locking you together, giving Gale everything he needed.
He was just as desperate himself. You had felt how deep he was into his heat when you awoke, how many hours he must have spent aching for what only you could give.
But you didn’t want to knot Gale until he had come on your cock. You wanted to prove yourself as an alpha, as a worthy bedmate. What kind of partner were you if you couldn’t even please an omega in heat? You stroked Gale’s cock, reveling in the change in his expression, the way his back arched and his legs trembled in pleasure.
“Come for me,” you hissed, scraping your teeth along his shoulder. “I want to feel you come around my cock before I give you my knot.”
Gale shuddered, tightening around you. The tent flashed with sparks, and pride swelled within your chest. You had never fucked a magic user so well that you made them lose control. You tipped over into your own pleasure, knot swelling until you and Gale were tied together, but it didn’t stop you from rolling your hips as you came.
As you stilled, the air began to quiet around you. Both of your panting breaths slowing as the rest of the world came back into focus.
“Are you alright?” You asked.
Gale chuckled breathlessly. “I’m much more than alright.” His expression was so bright and open, more relaxed than you had ever seen him. You moved carefully, holding Gale against you and shifting until you were on your back and he was laying against your chest.
“Oh,” Gale moaned softly as the change in position pressed your cock deeper into him. His eyebrows raised, and his lips twisted in a mischievous smirk.
There was a flash of white light, and you tried to flinch only to realise you were held fast against the ground, unable to move. Gale ran a hand over your chest, humming. “It’s nice to have the advantage over you,” he murmured. “Such a strong warrior at my mercy. An alpha just for my pleasure.”
You could do nothing but moan as Gale began to drive his hips down against yours, grinding against your knot and riding your cock while you were completely immobile beneath him.
You knew that next round, you would have to find a new way to best him.