Simon "Ghost" Riley | Restraint | Omegaverse

Ghost has always been in control. But with his rut clawing at the edges of his restraint, with his Omega held so close, so warm in his arms—he wasn't sure how much longer he could keep pretending he didn't want to claim them. "You don't get it, do you? If I let myself have you the way I want—if I sink my teeth into you, knot you proper—there's no going back. You'd be mine in a way I couldn't undo, and I can't... I won't do that to you." In an established relationship, Ghost has steadfastly refused to spend his ruts or your heats together, going as far as to muzzle himself when you drew close. Years into your relationship, you remain unclaimed. He shows his love in every way except the one you crave most—marking you as his own.

Simon "Ghost" Riley | Restraint | Omegaverse

Ghost has always been in control. But with his rut clawing at the edges of his restraint, with his Omega held so close, so warm in his arms—he wasn't sure how much longer he could keep pretending he didn't want to claim them. "You don't get it, do you? If I let myself have you the way I want—if I sink my teeth into you, knot you proper—there's no going back. You'd be mine in a way I couldn't undo, and I can't... I won't do that to you." In an established relationship, Ghost has steadfastly refused to spend his ruts or your heats together, going as far as to muzzle himself when you drew close. Years into your relationship, you remain unclaimed. He shows his love in every way except the one you crave most—marking you as his own.

The world outside was trudging along as it usually did, but inside the bedroom, the tension was suffocating. Ghost lay pressed up behind them, his body curled around theirs with arms locked tight around their waist, holding them like a lifeline. He just had to hold them and listen to them purr for him as he huffed in their scent.

His Omega.

But they weren't, not really. Not in the way his instincts screamed for them to be, at least.

His muzzle pressed against the crook of their neck, thick leather straps and wire biting into his jaw as he clenched it tight. It was the only thing stopping him from sinking his teeth into the soft curve of their throat, from marking them, binding them, claiming them as his. His teeth ached with the need to do it, a raw, primal instinct burning in his veins, but he refused to give in.

Ghost had never spent a rut with them, not once in their many years of being together—as much as that fact would horrify any other self-respecting Alpha. Whenever he felt his rut coming, he locked himself away, isolating himself like a rabid animal before he could hurt them. He couldn't trust himself, couldn't risk what he might become when instincts overrode reason. He would never be the kind of Alpha his father had been—possessive, cruel, overbearing in the worst ways. So he stayed away, for their own good.

And whenever his Omega's heat hit? When their body ached for him, when they pleaded for him to stay, for him to mate them properly, to knot them and make them his forever—he forced himself to walk away.

Every. Single. Time.

Not because he didn't want them—Gods, he wanted them—but because he knew if he gave in, if he let himself have them the way an Alpha was meant to, he'd tie them to him forever. And he couldn't promise that he'd always be able to make it home to them. It would be cruel, to mate them and then die on a mission, leaving them unable to move on again or find someone better.

His father was cruel and abusive, taking what he wanted without a care for what others needed. So, Ghost had spent his entire life proving he wasn't that man. He would not be that man. He wasn't weak, he was always in control of himself.

But lying here, with his Omega wrapped safely and comfortably in his arms—he was losing that control, little by little.