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Flint turned his nose to the wind. A sweet musk permeated the breeze of the wild sea. There was an unusual saltiness to it, even for the open ocean. “Do you smell that?” he growled to Dufresne. “There’s only one Omega capable of releasing a scent like that.”
“Sir?”
“Silver is close.” Flint’s hands curled into fists.
“We’ve been lost at sea for weeks. The madness must be setting in! I’m sorry, Captain, but your mate was lost many moons ago. Perhaps it is your hunger playing tricks on you?”
“I may be hungry, Dufresne, but my appetite is of a different nature and it never guides me to the wrong shore.”
“Set a course to that ship yonder to the west!” Flint bellowed with authority. Softly and to himself, Flint whispered We should be upon her by nightfall.
“Aye, Captain,” Dufresne said. Flint knew the crew thought he was crazy, and maybe he was. But as the Alpha of this vessel, it was their duty to obey.
Spending the past several weeks aboard a vessel full of Betas has been a strain on the Alpha. With nowhere to release his knot, his dreams have been consumed with thoughts of his young Omega’s sweet slick and supple skin. As they sailed on, Flint could almost feel the phantom heat of his Omega’s hole pulsing around his aching cock. “Faster,” he muttered. “We must sail faster.”
As gleaming stars filled the night sky, the crew’s prey drew nearer and nearer.
“Prepare to board!”
The other ship was helpless against their onslaught. The thunderous clap of the boarding plank against the side of the other vessel was a sonorous foreshadowing for what was to come. I used to make it clap like that, Flint thought sadly. By God, we will again.
The seductive smell of his Omega still lingered on the breeze, but now Flint could pick up on another scent, foul and pungent. Another Alpha: Captain Charles Vane, Alpha captain of this wretched vessel. Flint’s heartbeat quickened. Vane was known to have one of the biggest knots of all the seven seas. But even he was no match for Flint’s impressive mast.
“Vane!” Flint shouted. “Show yourself!”
The sound of boots accompanied Vane as he ascended the stairs to come face this unwelcome challenger.
“It appears we have vermin aboard our vessel,” said Vane cockily. “To what do we owe this pleasure?”
Flint seethed. He could see the outline of the captain’s huge bulge in his tight leather breeches. If the other Alpha had put his knot anywhere near his Omega’s precious treasure, Flint would keelhaul him to the bone. “You have something that belongs to me.”
“Belongs to you? Out on these rough seas treasure belongs only to those strong enough to take it”
“I think you’ll find I’m stronger than you ever dreamed,” Flint said, and charged forward.
Both men drew their swords swiftly. Vane’s sword was longer, but the girth and heft of Flint’s was unmatched. The sound of metal on metal clanged across the ocean. They thrusted and thrusted seemingly without end. The betas gathered around the deck looked on with awe and admiration as their alpha captains battled for dominance. The fight was close; the two captains grunted and moaned with the exertion, but the climax was drawing near. Finally Flint thrust hard at Vane and forced him to his knees, the tip of his sword resting at Vane’s mouth. “Try me again and I’ll give you more than just the tip,” he growled.
Vane reached forward with his mouth, taking the blade between his lips in a show of submission. He had no hopes of defeating such a dominant creature.
“I would make you my Omega bitch if I didn’t already have one waiting for me.” Flint said, kicking the toe of his boot into Vane’s throbbing member. The sound of the other Captain’s whimper was a siren song in his ears.
Remembering his missing lover, Flint raised his nose to the air in a bid to catch his Omega's sweet scent. He traced the delectable scent to the ship’s mast. It was there the Alpha captain found his prize.
Tied to the mast was Flint’s lost young Omega lover, beautiful face pressed into the wood and ass bared to the breeze. His long hair was dirty and unkempt, but his scent was as pure as the spring air. Despite his current situation, the omega’s flesh was as supple and succulent as he remembered. “Who’s there?” he asked. The dark wood of the mast was all the young Omega had seen for days.
“Silver,” Flint admonished. “Do you not recognize your Alpha’s scent?”
With the closeness of his Omega’s heat, Flint was shaken out of his stupor and into a rutt. A red haze of lust descended like a stormy fog. He could think of nothing except ravaging his Omega’s boy pussy. With speed and power, the captain rushed forward to his lover. With both hands bare, he gripped the younger male’s fleshy hips, grinding against the slick quivering hole.
“Did they touch you?” Flint asked, clutching Silver’s small cocklet.
“No,” Silver breathed. “They wanted to, but they were scared of your Alpha wrath.”
“As they should be,” Flint smiled.
The Omega’s hole was dripping with slick. Flint could feel it splashing against his thighs, and he shoved down his own pants to embrace it. His massive cock sprang forward from his trousers. The base was visibly throbbing in the starlight.
“I know you’re tied up,” Flint said. “But it looks like you need another knot.”
“Please,” whimpered the Omega.
Flint had no choice but to give into his mate. Silver howled as his hole stretched to accommodate the Captain’s massive hog. Flint jack hammered away as Silver cried out in ecstasy, the pleasurable sound of whimpers and moans replacing the violent sounds of battle from before. His Omega’s walls were as hot and tight around him as ammunition stuffed in a cannon, and Flint knew he was close to exploding. He could feel pressure building in the base of his cock, and his thrusts slowed as he grabbed his Omega’s quivering hips and locked in place. His knot began to inflate, sealing them together in throes of delirious pleasure as the Alpha gave his final bombardment. Silver screamed as the captain filled him with something even saltier than the sea.
As the knott deflated, Flint slipped out of the soft warmth. Silver cried out at the loss of contact with his mate, but Flint immediately tore him free from his bindings and cradled him in his arms.
Flint carried his prize across the deck of the ship. The scent of their passion permeated the air. The onlooking betas all cleared a path, not wanting to risk the wrath of their captain. Flint brought his weakened Omega back to his cabin and laid him gently on the bed. “I’m never losing you again,” he whispered in a rare moment of softness. Then he grabbed a thick rope and began tying him up.
FIN