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The BAU was a pack. Alphas like Rossi and Hotch were firm in front of the cops, Betas like Prentiss and Morgan were solid and not to be messed with, the Omegas like Spencer and J.J. were easy on the eyes and willing to work with people.
People who really knew them would know Hotch was usually aggressive when provoked, Rossi was the calmest alpha many had the privilege to meet. Morgan was fast to violence and Prentiss was a trained spy, she could sneak a knife between ribs faster than lightning. J.J. was a crack shot and not afraid to pull the trigger on anyone. Spencer could snap and chew someone out until they cried.
Which was what Hotch was watching. His team had struggled to pin down the unsub, Derek was hurt in the process; by the very office that called them in, and the cops were scattered and aggressive. Derek’s ribs had been broken in a foot pursuit when a stray cop had slammed into him, the unsub made a quick escape, and he was livid. He’d marched into the office with the intent of tearing into the captain, he found Spencer and Jennifer had beat him to it.
He watched in pride as J.J. ripped into the captain and Spencer paced behind her biting at people who tried to draw too near. Including Emily. She jumped back and circled back around to Rossi. She stood next to the alpha, using him as a shield against the fearsome Omegas. It wasn’t until they were all loaded up on the jet that he realized the aggression was caused by something.
His pack Omegas were going into heat. J.J. was gathering pillows, Spencer was rearranging their seating, and Aaron could only watch. He knew there would only be one stop for fuel, the team would be subjected to their Omegas until then, have one moment of reprieve, then it’s back to the air.
Spencer unbuckled when they hit cruising altitude and went on the attack. He pulled Dave from his seat, and pushed him to sit next to Aaron, then pinched his thigh. He watched Dave hiss and jump. Then Derek was gently pulled up, he was herded to the sofa, and placed between the two alphas. J.J. popped up and fussed until Dave and Aaron wrapped Derek up as much as they could in their arms. Emily tried to be sneaky and take a picture.
J.J. shook her head at Emily before pulling her up and securing her to Hotch’s other side. She chuckled,
“Mind if I join the pile?”
Aaron grinned and shook his head, he felt Emily readjust. She tilted her hips, sliding them up to his ass as her hand slid over his hips, her other hand tickled along his back. She wrapped him in her arms. One hand on one of his stab scars and the other resting on Derek’s belly. Contrary to popular belief in the office, Derek wasn’t the sexually aggressive beta. Emily Prentiss was. She could be found harassing members of the pack in small ways. Previously agreed on, green-lit ways.
Her hands strayed to his scars often. Pressing on them. Rewiring his brain. Instead of thinking of Foyet attacking him in his home she was turning his scars into something sexual. She would wait until he wasn’t active then sneak up and run her hands up his body, pressing into and caressing the scars, while she would grind on him. He expected other Alphas to try his patience with territorial humping, not the beta that was sneaking her fingers up his chest to play with his tie.
He glanced back at her, caught her grin, and twitched when Derek’s hand came up to pat his face.
“She makin’ moves on you, Hotch?”
He turned to look at Derek, smiling when his hand slid to caress along his jaw. Both his Betas were being flirty while three-fourths of his omegas were going into heat. The pheromones Spencer and Jennifer gave off we’re half the battle, Derek being hurt and accepting comfort was the other half.
“Every time I turn around. She’s one smooth move away from mounting me and that’s on a good day.”
Derek wheezed, laughing at his alpha. Dave snorted, his own hand adding to the mix, rubbing up his thigh. His thumb stroking up his inner thigh was enough to get his blood up. He was not going to hold out on his pack if they were all responding to each other so well.
“Please tell me we’re not going to use the jet for sex?”
Emily and Derek laughed simultaneously and he feared that was his answer. He watched J.J. plop down behind Dave and snuggle up. Spencer came up with a water bottle, not giving up until Derek had some. Then he kneeled in front of Aaron.
Emily loosened his tie and pulled it to the side while Dave and Derek worked together to unbutton his shirt, Spencer went for his belt. He let Emily pull his shirt down his shoulders without fight, then realized his tie was still around his throat. She gave a gentle tug and he bared his neck to his team. Spencer struck first, sinking his sharp teeth through the gland for forming pack.
Aaron hissed through his teeth, his eyes rolled up as the endorphins flooded his body. The feeling tingled each time they renewed their bonds. Dave had no problem letting him be pack alpha, claimed he was too old for the role with how young their pack was. Emily placed a kiss on Spencer’s cheek, easing him back, Derek tilted his head to watch as Emily bit next. He groaned, wanting to go limp was a strong feeling to push through, but he did.
Spencer yanked his fly open, and nuzzled into his palm when he reached down to stroke his cheek. Emily leaned back, licking her lips. Aaron let his head roll. Opening his neck for anyone else interested. Emily tugged on his tie again. He had a feeling she would be doing that a lot. Spencer had pulled his pants down to his thighs and Aaron ran his fingers through his long hair, guiding his mouth down.
Emily’s fingers slid to another scar as Spencer’s lips sealed around the tip of his cock. His mouth fell open on a loud moan. Derek shifted, running his hands up Aaron’s sides, following Emily’s lead on fondling scars. His teeth found his neck and Aaron was losing the fight to hang on. Spencer’s mouth was hot and eager. He was getting better at taking cock, he hadn’t had much experience when Aaron had taken hold of his throat and pulled him into the BAU conference room. He hadn’t allowed Spencer to slink off after Tobias Hankel tortured him.
He pulled him into the pack. Running his fingers down Spencer’s neck, easing his head to the side, and had bit deep. Spencer had reciprocated. Shaking and thin, crying in Aaron’s arms when it was done. He’d had to be taught, slowly and day by day, but he’d grown into his role. So much so that he had become the dominant omega. He was the sexually aggressive omega, the one who pushed Aaron around the most.
Spencer moaned on his cock, testing his restraint. Derek’s teeth in his throat, Emily showing him he was leashed by his own tie, and Spencer hollowing his cheeks; he hadn’t been this pinned in months. His pack would show up for his rut, in whatever way he needed, and in doing so they learned how to bully him around.
He clenched his teeth as Emily and Derek each picked a scar and started matching their touches to Spencer’s head bobbing up and down. He opened his eyes, searching for Dave or Jennifer. He found the older alpha servicing her, one hand down her pants as she watched her pack alpha come undone. Dave was watching with a level of attention that he usually reserved for cases. His eyes were blown wide and his wrist moved with Spencer’s pace.
Thank goodness Will was an understanding Beta, and appreciated help with his omega wife when she was away from him. He knew someone would take advantage of him not paying attention but when Derek’s warm fingers slid down his belly and wrapped under Spencer’s jaw to hold him still, he was caught off guard. His release was so close and his knot was moments away from expanding.
Emily chuckled in his ear. Her hand had wrapped around his tie, holding tight. Her free arm wrapped around his waist, holding him as close to her as she could. He could feel her beta cock through her slacks, she was hard, probably aching by this point. She humped into his side, pushing his cock through Spencer’s wet lips. He whined deep in his chest. This would be the death of him at this rate.
The two most sexually aggressive people in his pack and they seemed to be calling the shots. Derek licked a stripe up his neck, nipping at the tie in his way, before laying a kiss on him. His tongue was pushing past his lips, into the younger Beta’s mouth, and Derek moaned. He caught Emily whispering, barely,
“You want to be mounted? Or do you wanna wait until we land in D.C.?”
Damn woman was plotting with the skinny bitch at his knees! His hand that had guided Spencer’s head fisted in his hair, and he rolled his hips. With Derek holding them both down it was all he could do to get some friction. His focus was snatched away when Derek pinched a nipple. He wasn’t prepared in the slightest for Emily.
He was pulled to the side, away from Derek, and bullied around to face said man. Spencer took his place on the sofa. His pupils were massive, his lips swollen, and one hand was slipping into his open pants. Little voyeur. Each person in his little pack had their moments of just enjoying the show. Emily’s fist yanked his head back, he was going to have a hard time not sexualizing his ties if this kept up,
“Hotch, lemme in?”
He braced himself, both hands on either side of Derek’s wide shoulders, and chuckled. He figured he would get to be the one to stick his dick in someone, this was quickly turning into a day where he got serviced. He was sure Spencer would follow him home once they landed, to either ride his heat out or to switch it to nesting. His son being at home and demanding attention from the omega would switch his mind from wanting to be stuffed right into cuddle mode. He loved watching his pack snuggle with his only baby, so he didn’t see a problem with Emily’s request.
“Sure. Do me a favor? Don't wear me out?”
Her teeth shocked him as they sunk back into his neck. He could feel Derek’s hands on his hips, sneaking around with something coating them, his mind was too drenched in endorphins to care. He let his head hang as Derek pushed a wet finger into him.