In her strict regimen of habits, Lena Luthor most looked forward to rising at dawn and walking around the frozen lake at her north Californian home. It was much different from living in the city, where her morning exercise consisted of half-assed yoga and an hour of cardio before she secluded herself in her lab for hours. She liked to watch the snow fall and wipe away the imperfections of the cracked earth while thinking about all of the recommendations of her expensive therapist. None of his advice compared to wandering in blissful silence and simply forgetting all of her feelings—blanking them as much as the snow blanked out the wild undergrowth.
Lena crunched through the ice, noting the lighter tracks of the rabbits and foxes where they traipsed under the tall pines. Her breath formed slow puffs on the air, heating up her neck and face where it was wrapped behind a cashmere scarf. She slipped her cold fingers into her pocket, seeking out the hand-warmer inside. It fell into the fresh snow, leaving behind an outline of where it broke through, and that was when Lena realized she was going to have a terrible day.
"Oh, fuck off, you cunting motherfff—"
A loud gunshot cut off the rest of her crass language, and Lena dropped into the snow beneath the pines. The bullet had grazed her skin and a searing pain went through her arm as she took cover.
Another round of gunshots made her crawl through the shrubs, finding a low point where she could take stock of her injury. Her personal security team darted out from her large home in the distance and pursued her attackers with their guns drawn.
In the matter of ten minutes, Lena's head of security dealt with the assassination attempt and found her hanging out in the ditch. Kelly Olsen crossed the snow at a jog and reached down to help her up.
"Lena, give me your hand," Kelly commanded and pulled her out to give her coverage. She fussed over Lena until two other guards drove over on a snow mobile, and then their primary concern was getting her back to the house.
"I don't know what the hell that was, but we need to look at your wound and secure the property. I want to review the feed of every camera—"
Rattling off an endless To-Do list was Kelly's usual response to a problem—but they had never been through something like this during the two years of her employment. She seemed shaken up as she followed Lena up the front path.
Lena left the rest of her guards to fret and hurried inside to rip off her gloves, scarf and coat. Her arm was soaked in blood, but the injury was superficial enough to ignore. She grabbed a spare shirt and tore it to create a tourniquet, then flew into her study to open her gun case. Having two glocks strapped to her thighs would make her feel safer, and she waved Kelly and her other security advisors away as she stalked through the rooms and up the staircase to her bedroom.
Her way of handling crisis situations came down to not handling them, or slipping into bouts of aggression and anger that changed the whole mood of the household.
She rifled through her wardrobe to select her clothes for the day, a short-cut black dress and a pair of heels that could be used as a weapon. After she zipped up and slid a holster into place on her upper thighs, she convinced herself she was prepared to face another attack if necessary.
"Lena, you can't just run off like that. I have a job to do, which means keeping you safe," Kelly scolded from outside the door and turned the knob to enter. "I know you've experienced plenty of situations like this before because of your high profile family, but what happened just now didn't seem like a personally motivated attack, and we should discuss a whole new security plan—"
"No," Lena spat with a tempestuousness she normally reserved for alphas in a business setting. "I'm good. Your plan worked, and we'll stick to it. There's nothing to worry about. I know just how to handle this. After all, I have been dealing with this my whole life."
Her stubborn attitude was unhelpful, and she knew that, but she needed to cope with her attempted murder by doing something. She wished she could dispense with some of her rage that changed her breathing and flared out her nostrils, except it had a firm hold on her, and she intended to channel all of it into hiring private investigators and other personnel to track down her would-be assassins.
In the midst of pulling up contacts on her tablet, she heard the whir of a helicopter, loud and obnoxious on her front lawn.
Kelly rushed over the window to watch the aircraft come in for landing. "It has an Airforce logo." She narrowed her eyes at the door that opened, and the pair of officers that marched through the hedgerows to reach the door.
"Do you think the attack has something to do with your recent government work?" Kelly asked with a backward glance and a hand on her own gun holster.
"Doubtful," Lena frowned. "I think it's much more likely that this is related to being a Luthor."
For a moment, she considered her new drone project for the military. She had developed a sophisticated algorithm that delivered enhanced perceptive capabilities. It made sense that plenty of foreign governments would want to get their hands on such a tool, but would they actually try to kill her for her inventions?
The Airforce officers presented their credentials at the door, and Lena could hear them announcing themselves to her guards. "Chief Master Sergeant Alex Danvers, and Lieutenant General, Samantha Arias."
The best course of action likely wasn't to step forward with her gun cocked, but Lena did it out of mistrust. "I want to see your credentials. Don't show them to my employees, and you can keep your hands on your heads—"
Sergeant Danvers glanced over at Lieutenant Arias, and they shared a bewildered look before striding closer to Lena to delicately talk her down.
"Miss Luthor, we understand you're shaken up after an incident this morning. We have reason to believe that due to your research, you're being targeted by an international group—"
Lena's firm stance and unwavering glare might have given her an unhinged aura, and the gun in her grip didn't help. "Credentials or you can leave."
She refused to put it down even when Kelly tried to signal for her to lower it, and if not for the smart way Sergeant Danvers held her hands up before handing over her credentials, the situation might have escalated.
"Now yours," Lena uttered to Lieutenant Arias after giving Sergeant Danvers a once over. The tension in the room reduced only when Lena exhaled and holstered her weapon, though the sharp jut of her chin remained as she eyed the two officers.
"As I was saying, we believe that an international group has taken interest in you due to your current project," Sergeant Danvers reiterated, though not without first sharing another look with Lieutenant Arias over Lena's behavior. "Obviously we're going to do everything in our power to neutralize the threat they pose, but until then, we're requesting an agent be placed here for your own safety."
"The hell you will, I have my own people for that," Lena argued, refusing to listen as she turned to Kelly with the expectation that she would escort the two officers off of her property.
"With all due respect, Miss Luthor, your safety is a matter of national security," Lieutenant Arias stressed, her tone not unsympathetic as she glanced at the wound on Lena's arm that was still wrapped in her make-shift tourniquet.
Lena recoiled at how they tried to handle her like she wasn't well versed in assassination attempts and she crossed her arms defensively. "I won't have one of you acting as my shadow on my own property. If I wanted another bodyguard, I'd hire one."
Sergeant Danvers squinted back at her for all of two seconds before insisting, "We have no choice but to place an Executive Protection Agent with you. If this technology fell into the wrong hands--"
"Thank you for stopping by," Lena announced with a dramatic sweeping gesture towards the door. The smile she offered was glacial and stiff and she blinked at their open mouthed confusion.
"Miss Luthor, we're not leaving until you agree to this. You can either accept this is happening, or we can take you to an undisclosed location for your own protection. The choice is yours." Lieutenant Arias issued the ultimatum with the same level of attitude that Lena projected, and then the lieutenant squared her shoulders as if to make good on her promise of dragging her out of the house if need be.
"How gracious of you to make it seem like I could refuse your offer," Lena snapped bitterly, her nostrils flared in anger as she stalked forward like she planned to open the door for them.
Before she put herself in further danger, Kelly shoved her aside with an exasperated sigh that Lena ignored as she ranted, "I don't want an alpha in my home, do you understand me? No alphas."
"Ma'am, it's the responsibility of our superiors to assign the person they think will be best for the job. Whoever it is will ensure your safety." General Danvers blinked at her with undisguised pity and proceeded back towards the front door.
A second helicopter whirred down on the snowy lawn, and the person who stepped off of it was tall and handsome in a blue uniform. She exuded alpha energy, and that riled Lena even more.
Lena despised most alphas on principle. Beyond the fact that the majority of them were endowed with the most obnoxious personalities, the scent of alpha pheromones sickened her. She had experienced too many attacks, too much personal violence that left her feeling small and terrified in the presence of alphas. The topic came up in her therapy sessions all of the time, and Lena refused to talk about it, which made the prospect of living with an alpha too daunting to process.
The alpha in question pushed through the doorway, and Lena waited to be talked-down to and placated like a hysterical omega.
"I'm Kara," the stranger stated instead and politely put out her hand to grasp Lena's like these introductions were happening on better terms and had nothing to do with her endangerment.
Lena just stared, and everyone in the room must have interpreted that as a positive thing. The General and the Lieutenant took that as their cue to step outside.
"You're in good hands, Miss Luthor," Lieutenant Arias said in parting and exited before Lena could argue with her.
Lena sized up her new alpha bodyguard — the handsome, clean-cut look of her face, her blonde hair that was tied back from her cheek bones, and the capable strength of her muscles.
"Just Kara? No title?" Lena uttered for no other reason than to be sassy. "Of course they would send me a low ranking officer."
Kara reached forward to silently present her credentials, mild mannered and not the least bit combative with her.
Lena couldn't detect even the smallest bit of alpha pheromone, which surprised her, given that most alphas wouldn't hesitate to use a dominating scent to put omegas in their place.
Reading the credentials showed that Kara achieved a rank not far removed from a top leadership position. She was one of a handful of personally selected officers that could have filled any number of roles, and Lena had no reason to complain about her accolades.
"I don't feel any safer with you here," Lena stated tempestuously and turned to avoid continually staring at Kara.
She expected to feel an instantaneous hatred towards her bodyguard, but it was much the opposite, and that confused her.
"Kelly will assign you a guest room for your temporary stay." Lena's to-the-point attitude was frosty at best, and she held onto it as she stalked off to her private lab where security was at its tightest. She expected some kind of pushback or assertive takeover, and Lena resented the fact that she was left riled up with arguments she never got the chance to unleash on Kara.
For the better part of ten minutes, she stomped around her high-tech equipment without tinkering with any of it, and paranoiacally monitored her video feeds to watch Kara move around her home with ease.
Kelly stayed by the alpha's side as she scoped the place out, pointing to certain areas where cameras were set up out of sight, and no doubt filling her in on Lena's neuroses.
Simply having an alpha in her home was disrupting her ability to focus, and after half an hour of monitoring Kara's whereabouts, Lena finally disconnected herself from the network. With sheer willpower, she blocked the alpha from her mind and delved into her work so completely that she didn't surface from her lab until mid-evening when she was starving.
Everything was quiet and normal, and Kara was so far from her thoughts that Lena screamed when she shut the fridge door to find the alpha standing there.
"Jesus fucking Christ, can't you wear a bell or something?" Lena shrieked, sending pickles everywhere as she flung her hands up. "I could have shot you!" she raved, well aware that her hands were absolutely nowhere near her guns.
"Sorry about that. I called out, but I guess you were deep in thought," Kara explained and reached for the paper towels to clean up the mess Lena had made. "I wanted to discuss your security. I've advised Miss Olsen on a better strategy for fuller perimeter surveillance."
"Good, you can continue to deal directly with Miss Olsen." Lena waved her hand in dismissal of Kara and removed the other ingredients she needed for a sandwich from the fridge. She twisted at the lid on a new jar of pickles and sulked over its stubborn refusal to budge.
Kara gestured for her to hand over the jar, and Lena went along with it in the hopes of seeing the alpha fail. The lid popped off with ease in Kara's strong grip, and Lena grabbed the jar back with a force that spilled more brine on the floor.
Without complaint, Kara wiped down all of the surfaces and retrieved a cloth for Lena's hands.
"Actually, I was hoping to talk about your schedule." Kara paused until Lena stopped fussing with the cloth. "Miss Olsen informed me that you have several events coming up – press conferences, a gala, several public appearances involving crowds—"
"Yeah, thanks for reminding me. You make a good calendar." Lena flippantly began constructing her sandwich, her back turned and shoulders up in a closed-off posture that she figured would make Kara go away.
Instead, Kara loitered around and even took a tentative step forward. "My team will contact all of the venues beforehand, and you'll have extra security at every event to ensure your safety. I'll never leave your side."
"You sound like a stalker, not a security detail," Lena churlishly remarked and held Kara's stare as she bit viciously into a pickle.
The faintest hint of a smile formed on Kara's lips, and that disturbed Lena more than knowing the alpha would be lingering in her space like a noxious reek.
She grunted at the fact that Kara stood in front of her, and deliberately stepped into her path to make the alpha retreat, and to convince herself that she had the situation under control.
Kara wiped down the counters behind her and Lena got to the top of the stairs before she realized the alpha was silently tailing her. "I don't know if you noticed, but we're not at an event. Where do you think you're going?"
"I'll be stationed right outside your door tonight," Kara stated without so much as a shrug or condescending smile. She stepped around Lena as she gaped at her in frustration and entered the room first to check that everything was clear.
"Planning to save me from bad dreams?" Lena snapped and shooed the alpha out of her bedroom with the same kind of discomfort that brought a blush to her cheeks.
The smart-ass quip had been funny at the time, but less so the morning after when Lena woke up before her alarm with the lurching realization she slept peacefully.
For anyone else, that would have been reason enough to be happy, except Lena took it personally and was instantly pissed off at discovering she was well rested.
Lena marched to the door in her pajamas and pulled it open with a yank that rattled the hinges. She glared at the alert face of Kara, who peered back at her in the grey morning light.
"Why are you still here?" Lena hissed.
"I told you I'd keep you safe," Kara whispered, her kind face and lack of alpha stench perturbing Lena on more than one level.
Lena strode back into her room without bothering to dignify Kara's earnestness with a reaction. She closed the door and entered her walk-in closet to choose the outfit she would wear for an interview in National City and a dress for a charity function was scheduled to attend at night.
The classy but simple blue top that she pulled from the rack would provide just enough coverage of her bust. She grabbed the first formal skirt in the line-up, short and thigh-hugging, and the right length to cover a concealed weapon or two. With a handgun strapped to her and a few other little gadgets on her person, Lena reassured herself that she didn'tneed a government assigned bodyguard for safety.
She mocked Kara in her head, criticizing the alpha for everything from her absent scent to her behavior. At some point, Lena began judging Kara for her appearances, and came up short on things to hate about her.
Kara happened to be physically perfect, and that frustrating realization drove Lena to try to find one reason to dislike Kara's looks.
Unfortunately that transpired to her staring at the alpha when she least expected it, though in Lena's defense, she hadn't considered the impact of seeing Kara in a black suit with an ear piece and shades on. She looked fascinating and suave in the way bodyguards from movies were often portrayed, so naturally Lena was disgusted by the fact that her eyes kept drifting to the alpha.
Kelly typically accompanied her on her rides, so it bothered Lena to have Kara hold open the car door for her and then slide into the backseat like she belonged.
Their thighs were so close to touching that Lena imagined she could feel the warmth of the alpha, and she glared at her until Kara shifted towards the door.
The move itself was insignificant, but the stretch of Kara's pants certainly put something into perspective.
Lena was horrified by her own quickened breath and she refused to look down for the rest of the ride, going so far as to stare out the tinted windows at an angle that frankly hurt her neck.
"We'll be at your destination in five minutes, Miss Luthor. You're safe in my hands," Kara stated after the third time Lena side-eyed her, mistaking the scrutiny for nerves.
"Well, I don't have any say in it, even if I doubt it," Lena muttered unfairly and remained silent and sullen for the rest of the drive.
It seemed no matter how petulant and ill-tempered Lena acted, Kara refused to treat her with anything but respect. As the car stopped, Kara stepped out first and opened the other door to offer her arm with a smile that Lena almost returned.
"Fuck off," Lena spat for no reason and shoved Kara's hand away as heat raced up her neck like an allergic reaction.
She didn't mean to be so rude, but when their fingers touched, she felt something other than disdain, and it wasn't a convenient time to think about it. Except as Kara guided her through the building, holding open doors and exuding the kind of energy that threatened anyone who glanced Lena's way, it was all she could think about – that and the package Kara had in her pants.
Lena found herself sequestered in a green room with an hour to prepare before her interview. She sat for hair and make-up with Kara always visible in the corner of the mirror, and Kara waited in the wings while she spoke to the host.
About an hour after that, Kara escorted her from the premises and back to her penthouse. That was the first time she held a normal conversation with Kara that she didn't ruin with her animosity.
"You have a breathtaking view of the city up here," Kara commented upon finishing her search of the house and circling back to Lena in the kitchen.
Lena flipped her tea kettle on and put out two cups and saucers. She hadn't asked if Kara wanted any, but she assumed as she opened a box of scones from her favorite local place.
Handing over the cup to Kara was a peace offering that had nothing to do with the strange knot of attraction in her stomach. She just regretted treating Kara like a pariah and wanted to make up for it.
"The view is the reason I chose this place, plus I feel safer up here," Lena admitted and bit into a crumbly scone with her hand poised to catch the crumbs. She swallowed the mouthful and hurried over to relax on her sofa.
Kara joined her, taking a seat on the cushion farthest from her own. She sipped at the tea with her eyes widening at the flavor.
"It's Irish tea," Lena whispered and peered at the clouds that looked like ripped cotton, glued to the sky and barely hanging on, and all of the buildings that reflected the sun. "I was born and raised there by mother, but then I moved to the States when I was a teen so I could get to know my father. I adapted to American culture rather quickly — even after my first abduction. It wasn't really an abduction, per se — more of a hostage situation with my father's disgruntled business partner. Would you like another scone?"
Her rambling took Kara off guard, along with her friendliness, and how she sat next to Kara after grabbing the plate of scones from her kitchen.
Kara helped herself amidst her bewilderment and liberally added some clotted cream and jam as she gathered her thoughts.
The cavalier way Lena spoke of her past trauma wasn't the best way to bring it up, but it happened naturally and unprompted, and she refused to feel ashamed of it. She learned long ago to own her baggage, and she wasn't about to silence herself for someone else's comfort.
Although, now that she considered it, comfort was precisely why she let all of that slip. Lena never let anyone in, and she chalked it up to the fact that she slept better in the last night than she had in years. She eyed Kara as the alpha bit into the scone, and the way her tongue gathered up the excess cream on her lip.
"I was briefed on the recent attacks, but not the ones from your childhood," Kara muttered and her tentativeness caused Lena to tense as she waited for the pity that would follow.
It surprised her when Kara laughed and divulged, "The most that happened to me as a kid was a few broken bones from doing dumb stunts on my sister's bike. I still have a scar on my leg, but I let people think it happened at work. Sounds better than saying I flipped off a homemade ramp and landed in the neighbor's backyard."
That brought dimples to Lena's cheeks and she leaned forward as though dealing with an old friend. "You have to show me your battle scars."
Kara rolled up the side of her pants near her ankle to reveal a sickle-shaped marking that could have been torn into her skin by the bike pedals.
"Oh, that's a bad looking injury. I bet you thought twice before trying your next dangerous trick." Lena frowned at the extent of the damage on Kara's leg.
"No way, a little scrape like this couldn't keep me off the ramp." Kara lowered the fabric of her pants and took another bite of her scone.
Lena pushed up her sleeve to reveal the tattoo on her wrist that covered up one of her old injuries. "You can always do what I do. I get a tattoo every time I sustain an injury. Turns a scar into something beautiful."
"And lose all my credibility as an alpha?" Kara asked so seriously that it took Lena several seconds to realize she was fucking with her.
Kara shrugged like the scar wasn't a big deal, but did take her time to admire Lena's design.
"I like this. Did you design it yourself?" Kara's curiosity wasn't prying, and Lena turned her wrist to let her see how the color wrapped around her skin and then tapered off in sharp, styled lines.
"Mm, it helped take my mind off of what caused it in the first place," Lena confided and tugged her sleeve down like she hadn't revealed pieces of herself she kept hidden from the world. "I have more, but you get the point. Just because something bad impacted your life doesn't mean you can't transform it and make it your own."
"If only I didn't have an inherent fear of needles," Kara shared, like it was common for any alpha to admit they had fears or vulnerabilities at all.
Lena frowned at the amicable peace between them and how easy it was to relax next to Kara, and then she decided that was enough. It would be dangerous to drop her guard and she didn't like the fact that she had gotten close to doing just that.
Kara seemed to sense her pulling back and made the choice to give her room by taking their empty cups to the sink. "Your event starts in an hour. I'd like to get there early to scope the place out first."
Lena took the chance to stand up and leave the living room before she got even cozier on the sofa with Kara.
"I'll just get dressed," Lena muttered with an almost certitude that no one would hear her. She slammed the door to her bedroom and threw clothes onto the bed without any conscious idea of what she wanted to wear.
Her haphazard rummaging came to an end when her hand connected with the garment bag that held an evening gown she bought weeks ago. She tore it down from the rack and pulled at the zipper, then calmed her agitation long enough to recognize she was going into heat.
For the last several years, she had been getting suppressor shots twice annually to avoid her heat symptoms, but due to her new government contract, Lena had skipped a doctor's appointment and never bothered to re-schedule. Going into heat was an unwanted distraction amid all kinds of other distractions.
She slipped into her red floor length gown and saw that the burning warmth in her face matched the color. The bodice of the dress restrained her breasts, and she was much more aware than usual of how her nipples rubbed against the material. Lena gave up on her hair after brushing it through and abandoned the effort of putting it up. Her curls rested on her shoulders, loose and natural.
Since she failed to get her suppressor shot, Lena resorted to using perfumes and two vitamins that supported omega health. She questioned whether it would help her, but she didn't have time to stop at a drug store and search for a better option.
Kara was back in her suit jacket and shades, and Lena was certain she could feel the alpha's eyes on her as she escorted her down the express elevator. Her perfume concealed the fact that her omega was very aware of the alpha's proximity, even if she couldn't get a whiff of Kara's pheromones.
The ride down was quiet and uncomfortable, and every breath she took stimulated the aching little buds that poked indecently at the fabric of her dress. She had forgotten how distracting heats could be, how hypersensitive to the barest touch she became. Lena couldn't have gotten out of the elevator fast enough, and she was startled that Kara beat her to it to make a quick sweep of the hallway.
It was the first time Lena witnessed Kara giving Kelly and her staff instructions, the clench of her jaw and her dominant stride demanding respect from her security team. They rushed ahead to ensure nobody was loitering around the front of the building, and once they were outside, she overheard Kara ordering them to follow in separate cars.
Lena was prepared for Kara to slide in next to her this time, and she made a conscious effort not to glance below her waist. Not that it helped, considering the alpha's smile sent Lena into an unparalleled amount of anxiety when she found herself returning it.
She blamed the scones and her inability to refuse someone a cup of tea, and then tried to block Kara from her mind as they raced to her charity function.
"Do you do this sort of thing often?" Kara asked, making no attempt to hide her genuine interest. She looked forward, probably so Lena wouldn't assume she was staring at her tits, and kept one hand on her hip close to where her gun was holstered.
Lena's eyes were definitely not on the weapon, and she hated how her self-control wavered along with her voice. "Every couple of months. My goal in life has always been to help people, especially the less fortunate."
"What made you get into business with the government?" Kara's question made it clear that the two seemed to be on the opposite sides of a spectrum.
Lena smirked, sensing no judgement from the alpha. "I needed a way to fund my charity work, and since the government is happy to pay me handsomely instead of giving it to the underprivileged, well, how could I refuse?"
Kara laughed at her honesty, not the least bit offended by Lena's clever solution to dealing with government greed.
Lena wondered if the warmth she felt was purely from her heat, or from Kara's eyes landing on her with what she imagined was approval. It was hard to tell when the alpha wore those dark glasses, and Lena tried not to overthink it as they came to a stop.
At least this time she didn't tell Kara to fuck off when she helped her out of the backseat.
She took Kara's hand and stayed close as they hurried up the steps of the venue to flashing cameras all around. Her skin was hot to the touch and the rosiness of her complexion spread from her chest to her cheeks.
Skipping her heats had been the best choice for her in the past, and there was never a time she regretted it before that night.
Scents ambushed her from every direction and she searched her clutch for a handkerchief to cover her nose.
Across the dance floor, several alphas seemed to take notice of her, and Lena turned to the nearest waiter to order a drink that would settle her nerves. Fortunately, the beta was quick to bring her a shot of neat whiskey and she gulped it down in one swallow.
Kara looked the other way on her poor coping mechanisms, but Kelly took her elbow and whispered in her ear. "Are you okay? You usually wait until after these events to drink."
"Practically everyone in attendance is an alpha," Lena lamented and swung her glass around at the tables where groups huddled in conversation. "Next time, I think I'll just write a check and skip the socialization."
"But then you wouldn't get to meet incredibly interesting people, like me," intoned a woman that stood behind Lena, lusting after her from head to toe. "Andrea Rojas."
Lena was slow to give her hand, and she shivered as Andrea kissed it and put out an elbow to escort her. Kelly did nothing to rescue her from Andrea's flirtation, and Lena glared at her guard for allowing her to interact with others.
"Try to have a good time. That's why you're here," Kelly muttered and stood near Lena's other hired guards that hovered in the corner of the room so as not to be intrusive.
Lena's heat put her in a headspace that was much more tolerant, and without her usual high-strung feelings to stop her, she walked along beside Andrea. She reached for the end of her gown to prevent herself from tripping and thanked the alcohol in her system for dulling her emotions.
Kara kept a respectable distance, giving her space to speak to the attendees of the gala. Lena convinced herself that a little small talk would be acceptable, after which she would retreat.
Pheromones wafted from the nearest alphas, but Andrea's overpowering fragrance was in Lena's nostrils, influential and asserting authority over her omega.
Lena realized at a delay that she sat down not because she wanted to, but because Andrea's alpha requested it, and her feeble omega was in no condition to argue. It wasn't until the alpha's knee was pressing into her thigh that she even understood how close they were seated to each other. Lena fixated on it and missed half of the conversation, and it took Andrea clasping her hand to snap her out of it.
"Don't tell me you're shy—a pretty thing like you in a dress like that. You have everyone's attention," Andrea whispered, making no attempt to meet Lena's eyes as she spoke.
Lena recoiled at the touch and waved her empty glass in the air to hopefully get another. It wasn't the wisest of choices, but it gave her a reasonable excuse to subtly shift her chair away from Andrea.
"Introverted, actually, but most of the best ones are." Lena's egotistical utterance was dry but she smiled to placate Andrea's alpha.
"Well I can't argue with that," Andrea laughed, mistaking Lena's inability to open up as a flirtatious way to appear mysterious. "I was invited to this thing by Maxwell Lord. Do you know him?"
"Unfortunately, though he does give me a wide berth after I threatened him with a taser a few years back," Lena's smile was genuine and wicked, and Andrea smirked at her and leaned in like she was dying to know more.
"I'd love to hear all about it, maybe over dinner once this ends?" Andrea's confident proposition might have worked on Lena's heat stricken omega if she had picked a better moment to ask.
Lena was neither drunk enough nor horny enough for her common sense to be completely overridden by her heat, and she froze imperceptibly, her panic manifesting in a fake smile that Kara seemed to pick up on.
The alpha stepped towards the table and leaned over with a pre-prepared excuse that she hadn't run by Lena. "Miss Luthor, you're needed to finalize the donations to your chosen charities. If you'll just follow me."
"Thank you," Lena sighed, not even bothering to disguise the relief that washed over her as she took Kara's arm to get out of the seat. They managed five steps before someone nearby let out a scream and the sound of something shattering coincided with a gunshot.
Everything turned to chaos faster than Lena could comprehend it.
People began shouting and shoving one another, and the sound of guns blasting changed the cloying scent of alpha dominance to overpowering fear. Lena gagged on it, and Kara stopped her natural response to hunker down behind a table, and swung her around to shield her while she drew her pistol.
"West side, ten o'clock," Kara snarled, the information going straight to Kelly through the comms as she dragged Lena to the bar and shoved her behind it.
Bottles of expensive liquor smashed overhead, confirming that Lena was the target.
Lena scrambled on all fours, avoiding the falling glass in an effort to press herself against the wood, and she tore the slit in her dress to reach the glock she had strapped to her thigh. She could hear Kara firing off rounds, the staccato blasts making her ears ring as she tried to stop her fingers from shaking.
The beta who served her earlier had his head tucked between his knees and Lena inched around him as the terrified noise of the crowd increased. She dared to stick her head up to glimpse Kara ushering people out of the way as she popped off another shot and yelled, "The balcony!"
Kara grunted something else that Lena couldn't hear above the screaming, and Lena saw her chance to make a stand. She dived out of the bar to take aim at the balcony and cocked the gun just as Kara barreled into her to use herself as a human shield.
"What are you doing?" Kara demanded, her intensely protective pheromones shocking Lena's omega.
"Trying not to be useless," Lena whined and gasped at the way Kara blocked her with her body. She raised Lena's arm like it was her own and gripped the gun over her hand, taking aim for her as she squeezed Lena's trigger finger to send a series of bullets through the chandelier and up to the balcony.
Kara moved with precision, spinning Lena around like they were dancing through the carnage, and cloaked her every step of the way. Someone rushed at them with a knife in his hand and Kara backhanded him with the butt of her gun and kicked him in the stomach, sending him clean across a table.
"Hallway, now," Kara barked.
Lena briefly caught sight of her security running towards the doors to secure the area as Kara backed her away.
"Get down," Kara grit out, and Lena sank into a crouch to cling onto Kara's legs while the alpha reloaded a clip and sank a bullet into an attacker's thigh.
He dropped with an agonized cry and Lena sprang up to make a mad dash for the doors. Kara flanked her until she was ambushed by two men who were bleeding, and Lena faltered as she witnessed the alpha take a hit to the face.
"Get her out of here!" Kara roared, throwing her elbow into one guy's cheek before she grabbed the other by the shirt to break his nose with her fist.
Lena forgot her own self-preservation, and it took Kelly snaring her wrist to physically pull her to safety to get her moving again.
They pushed through the double doors to be greeted by the rest of Lena's security team, who led her away from the threat and to the rendezvous point Kara had chosen.
"We can't just leave her," Lena spat in a state of shock, her head craning over her shoulder to try and spot any sign of Kara.
"We're not, now move," Kelly instructed, signaling to her team to form a circle of protection around Lena as they ushered her where she needed to go.
An armored car was waiting for her when they emerged, and Kelly pushed her into it and slammed the door shut before she tried to protest.
Lena pressed her face to the glass, fogging it in her attempt to see what was going on as her driver sped off. She was frantic for half of the ride and angry for the rest of it.
A numbness took root within her by the time her guards escorted her into her penthouse, and she ignored Kelly's questions by pouring herself three fingers of scotch that she drank in two gulps.
Emotion didn't resurface until Kara walked in half an hour later, disheveled and bloodied and still fucking breathing.
"You asshole," Lena hissed, rising from the couch where she had been slumped in a fugue state.
Kelly and the rest of her team took that as their cue to leave the room, and Lena marched towards Kara with righteous indignation balling her fists.
"Who gave you the fucking right to do that, huh? You stupid fucking alpha," Lena raged, slamming her fists against Kara's chest like she wanted to fight her for personally saving her life.
Kara didn't try to stop her, just let it happen until the tears in Lena's eyes poured down her cheeks, and then she wrapped her arms around Lena's small frame and held onto her as the first of many sobs caught in Lena's throat.
"It's okay," Kara asserted, soft and calm as she rubbed Lena's back. "I'm okay."
Having an emotional breakdown was not part of Lena's plan, but it hit her at a delay that she believed Kara died for her. She shamed herself by continuing her tantrum and holding onto Kara as all of the fight went out of her body. Her cries quieted, even though she sniffled from residual fright.
"You're covered in blood, which means you're not okay, " Lena whimpered and backed off before she squeezed even more of it out of Kara's wounds. "Come to my bathroom."
She grabbed Kara by the hand and dragged her down the hall without tolerating any protests. Swinging open the medicine cabinet, she gathered all of her supplies and shoved Kara down onto a velvet seat where she often perched to do her make-up.
"I've experienced worse than this. I promise I won't bleed out on your floor." Kara managed a smile that turned into an unconvincing wince.
"Tell that to your face," Lena demanded and cleaned her hands in the sink before slipping on gloves and working on Kara.
Without asking for cooperation, Lena removed Kara's suit jacket and un-buttoned her shirt to see the deepest places where it seemed a knife had embedded. Lena took out a small bottle of lidocaine and inserted a needle in it, then injected it near the site.
She dabbed the wound clean, stitched it with precision and admired her work for a moment before grabbing a clean cloth. After soaking it in warm water and antiseptic, she began ridding Kara of the blood that thankfully hadn't all been hers.
Lena uncovered more bruises than open wounds, and Kara sat still for the most part, hissing only once when Lena dabbed at a graze on her cheek bone. "Seriously? After I sewed you back together this is what you cringe at?"
"Stings," Kara insisted, flinching at the way Lena immediately brought the cloth back to her face to dab the area again.
"Poor baby, maybe you should find a new line of work," Lena sarcastically spat, at the same time disclosing that she didn't want Kara running headfirst into danger, despite barely knowing her for a day.
The laughter it inspired split Kara's lip open all over again and Lena showed no mercy in pressing the cloth to it a little rougher than necessary to hear the alpha grunt in pain. She was gentle after that, methodical in her cleansing and featherlight in her application of arnica cream.
She caught herself following the line of Kara's jaw under the pretense of checking her over, and when it happened again, she stood abruptly and slid on the tiles.
Kara grabbed her before she even flailed, and it was then that she knew she was fucked.
"I was late getting back, because I apprehended the two men and gave my report on the incident," Kara explained out of nowhere, her voice unreasonably soft and her abs much too toned.
Lena wondered if that was the only thing that was hard, but didn't dare try to find out.
She extracted herself from Kara's arms after exhaling so close to the alpha's mouth with a startling level of expectation.
"I think I need to lie down," Lena muttered, for lack of better explanation about why she wanted to get away from Kara all of the sudden.
"You should rest," Kara agreed, stepping around Lena to give her space.
Kara buttoned her shirt up before she walked out of the bathroom, and contrary to Lena's statement, she followed the alpha instead of retreating to her bedroom.
Neither of them acknowledged that she sat uncommonly close to Kara on the couch, and after endlessly flicking through the TV, Lena finally settled into the alpha's side, weighed down by exhaustion and latent trauma of the evening.
She couldn't remember closing her eyes, or Kara slipping her arm around her shoulders to keep her warm while she slept.
When she woke the next morning, she was draped over Kara's chest in her own bed. Lena breathed easier in the space of the alpha without feeling an immediate desire to sit up.
She blinked at Kara's sleeping face and inhaled the comforting scent of pheromones. If not for the fact that she was still wearing her dress, she would have been convinced they slept together, acting on adrenaline and the mutual affection that sprung up between them. Before she could determine how she felt about that, Kara stirred and looked straight at her.
"We slept together," Lena blurted inelegantly, her lips twitching with absurdities that she voiced aloud. "Wait, that's not what I meant. We didn't have sex. Thank god for that."
Too late, Lena realized her bumbling mistakes and hurried to correct them. "Not that I'd be opposed to sleeping with you. You're good looking and accomplished, and I'm sure you know that. Anyway, I'm just going to be silent now, in case you start thinking I'm unhinged—"
She had never rambled around an alpha in all her life, even when she developed her first crush in her teens. It mortified her that she hadn't been able to stop, and that she was content to remain cuddled against Kara instead of doing the dignified thing and leaving.
"I don't think you're unhinged," Kara laughed, rubbing at her eyes no doubt to wipe the sleep from them. She stretched and suavely placed an arm around Lena's middle like she intended to keep her right there. "Quirky, maybe, with a touch of mad scientist thrown in, but it's cute on you. I like it, even if we didn't have sex, which I'm also open to having with you."
There was a lot to unpack in Kara's statement and Lena's brows pulled together as she stared back at the alpha.
"If that's a joke, I'll pick out the stitches I gave you last night," Lena intoned spitefully with just enough attitude to make her sound serious.
"I believe you'd try, but that would be an awful first date experience," Kara remarked through a grin, not at all bothered by Lena's dramatic response. She relaxed her with a gentle caress along her side, and Lena propped her chin on Kara's shoulder as she considered the soulful blue eyes gazing at her with no expectation.
"Aren't there policies against dating omegas you've been ordered to protect?" Lena asked, not to challenge Kara, but more so because she was seriously entertaining the consequences of acting on her physical attraction. They knew next to nothing about each other, except that they shared chemistry.
"If this is how you often pick up women—" Lena cut herself off and smoothed her hand down Kara's buttoned shirt. "I honestly can't say I see the appeal. Saving my life, holding me all night? You're going to have to up your game."
Contrary to what she was saying, Lena worked open the buttons above Kara's wounds under the guise of checking on them. She slipped her fingers under the fabric and touched Kara's tight abs.
"I thought you were worried about the policies that prohibit me from having romantic entanglements with those I'm hired to protect?" Kara reminded her with an amused squint that didn't hide the way her muscles tensed at Lena's touch.
"Pretty huge conflict of interest if you're lusting after me when you're meant to be protecting me," Lena disputed with a petulant jut of her chin, and scraped her nails across Kara's smooth, tanned skin.
Running her fingers over Kara was addictive, feeling the solidness beneath her hand that promised safety even when her life wasn't in danger.
"I'm entirely capable of doing both. I got you out of there last night in one piece, didn't I?" Kara's grin was cocky and Lena wasn't entirely sour about it as she huffed at the facts.
She let her hand sweep over Kara's abs and then move southward, pausing when her fingertips met the resistance of Kara's leather belt.
"I keep a taser under my pillow and I spend most nights alone in my lab," Lena muttered conversationally, giving Kara the chance to reassess her attraction before they did something they couldn't undo. "I feel safer with volatile chemicals than I do people—"
"I gave myself carpal tunnel from playing Guitar Hero excessively when it first came out, because I didn't want my sister beating my high score." Kara's cavalier and somewhat bragging scent was ridiculous and Lena surprised herself with a laugh.
"I'm trying to tell you that I don't find it easy letting someone inside my walls," Lena whispered in a moment of vulnerability that ended when Kara smirked at her somewhat suggestive choice of words. "Oh, fuck you."
"Well, you are trying and I can't fault you for that." Kara laughed at the mortified way Lena tried to suffocate herself against the fabric of her shirt. She allowed it for a few seconds, and then combed her fingers through Lena's hair to soothe her frayed nerves.
"Everyone has baggage, Lena, yours doesn't make you any less attractive to me, and I'd really like to get to know you in whatever way makes you most comfortable." Kara's earnest explanation warranted a response, something sincere and eloquent that Lena couldn't put together on such short notice. So she did what made the most sense to her, and she reciprocated by pressing her lips to Kara's before her mind convinced her heart it was a bad idea.
Between the long years of abstinence, and the stirrings of her heat, Lena decided Kara was an incredible kisser. She didn't give Kara all of the credit yet, until the alpha reached forward to slip her fingers into Lena's hair and their mouths locked in a warm caressing of tongues. The gentle guidance was sexy, and Lena knew she wanted it to continue.
"Help me out of my dress," Lena whispered and positioned Kara's hand nearer to the zipper she would have to pull down.
Kara obliged, but without rushing it, and Lena reacted to the pleasant tingle of the alpha's fingers on her the nape of neck and small of her back.
"It's been a while since I've had sex, so you'd better be good," Lena threatened, more for the purpose of informing Kara she was out of practice through jokes. "I'm setting the bar high now. I expect dirty talk and multiple orgasms."
"In case you haven't noticed, I work really well under pressure, so I think I can manage that." Kara's ability to roll with Lena's dry sense of humor brought a smirk to her lips, and Lena took the pleasure of kissing it off while Kara's fingers parted the fabric of her dress to slide it off her shoulder.
Lena tugged the buckle free on Kara's belt and tried to stay out of her head when she realized how they worked in such a compatible synchronicity to get each other naked. She learned patience from Kara when the alpha stilled her hand from pushing beneath her pants, and then grasped at her full and sensitive breasts.
"Given your line of work, I thought you'd move faster than this," Lena grunted in sexual frustration, the words no sooner out than her nipple was in Kara's mouth.
The sensual warmth had her gasping and Kara rolled her onto her back with a confident alpha rumble.
"I'll move plenty fast when the time is right, but a little foreplay goes a long way," Kara teased, fluttering her tongue with the right amount of pressure to make Lena grab at her hair.
The confirmation that Kara was right would have embarrassed Lena if not for how suavely Kara slipped her hand up her thigh to feel the slickness of her panties.
It took her a moment to realize that it was Kara who groaned, not her, and that the alpha was already easing her panties aside to rub her slipperiness. Lena whimpered at the first caress to her clit, her thighs clamping around Kara's wrists like she intended to snap it, in spite of the eager way her pelvis rocked for the friction.
"Rock into my hand, Lena, go slow," Kara instructed, her mouth following the curve of Lena's breast before latching onto her nipple again. The hot suction pulled a raunchy sound out of Lena and she arched to press her cunt into Kara's hand.
"Does it feel good when I rub your pussy like this?" Kara asked, massaging Lena's clit with two fingers that traveled down to her entrance. She traced the quivering opening with
gradual intensity, easing Lena into the languid penetration with a thick moan of approval.
Lena could only nod, her exhalations bordering on the quietest of whines. She clutched Kara's arm by the elbow to make her go deeper, and undulated to make it happen when the alpha didn't do it herself.
Kara pushed into her with two fingertips that curled and stroked the special interior contours. Her full nakedness on the bed was a source of distraction, and Kara looked at her pussy and tits with thorough care to touch.
"You're very sexy," Kara complimented and reached up to handle both of her breasts, giving them each a rub and a squeeze. She parted her fingers to stretch Lena's narrow walls and began a more ardent thrust that sounded slick and filthy. "Your pussy is beautiful and so sensitive. You've needed an alpha's cock, though, haven't you? To fill you up and knot you."
Tough though Lena's attitude was at any given time, she was bashful with Kara in that moment. The rosy glow of her cheeks enticed Kara to rub deeper into her delicate ridges and Lena whimpered soft agreements as she rocked her pelvis for Kara's touch. She groaned as the alpha inserted a third finger to get her accustomed to the internal stretch and grabbed for the waistband of Kara's boxer briefs.
"Look at how tight I am, Kara, I want you to see where your cock has to fit if you're really going to knot me." It was a sultry request that hooded Kara's eyes and the alpha's jaw went a little slack as she complied. With full permission to stare, Kara settled between Lena's thighs and spread her labia with her thumb and forefinger, her longing palpable as she moaned at the sporadic clenches of Lena's small opening around her fingers.
She was so pink, and glossy and snug around Kara and the alpha held her open to watch how responsive her clit was when she stroked it with her thumb. Lena whined at the extra stimulation, unable to close her legs with Kara between them and they both watched as she pumped her fingers faster.
"It's not enough, is it Lena? You want my cock to open you up inside," Kara's alpha certainly approved, and the torrent of sexually dominant pheromones compelled Lena to lift her hips up to give Kara a better view of her cunt when she pulled out.
Lena's omega released submissive begging scents for Kara to fill her, and she gasped at the thickened shaft between Kara's thighs when she shucked her underwear down. Kara's cock jutted towards her like she had already staked claim, and Lena gaped at the plum colored tip that dripped in eagerness.
"Raise your knees up and hold onto your legs for me," Kara instructed and wrapped a hand around her cock while she petted Lena's pussy. She admired the glazed split of Lena's lips and the deeper cherry red of her entrance before parting her further with the head of her cock.
Kara stroked her like that, painting her with the traces of her own arousal so the intimate glide teased her clit. Lena was captivated by the sight of something so thick and rigid being used so gently, and she moaned at the friction Kara's ribbed veins created.
"Good girl, stay just like that so I can feel how wet you are." Kara's praise was sinfully effective in lowering her inhibitions and Lena's omega responded in kind with wanton and demanding scents for Kara to push inside of her.
It was shameful to be so promiscuous, but Lena couldn't blame her heat on the fact that she was ready to let Kara into her cunt bare. She was drawn to Kara, and not just because she was an alpha, but because she was kind, sincere and selfless even when she didn't have to be. That made it easy to see her intentions, and she couldn't help but trust Kara with this after she had trusted her with her life.
"Take my cunt, Kara, I'm ready to have you inside me," Lena whined, reaching between her thighs to present herself with a series of internal spasms that begged for the alpha's erection.
She didn't give Kara the chance to deny her, and clasped at her erection, marveling at how her fingers couldn't wrap all the way around it. Tugging Kara and feeling the weight of her shaft as she guided it straight to the tight little opening at the crest of her thighs, she groaned when Kara applied pressure.
"You feel so good, Lena, so slick and warm," Kara huffed, unable to resist pushing beyond the tight restriction to sink into Lena's wet velvet. It took her three attempts before her first real thrust plunged her shaft halfway, and Lena tried to cling onto her broad shoulders.
Kara's shallow thrusts were preparing her for the rougher ones to come and Lena locked her ankles around the alpha's lower back to grind upwards, forcing her cunt to take more than she was ready to take. She strained from her efforts, sweaty and whimpering as her heat influenced her omega.
"I want you deeper," Lena rasped, scraping her teeth against Kara's shoulder as she trembled in the alpha's arms.
The self control it must have taken to maintain the same pace would impress Lena later, but right then as Kara controlled the tempo by pinning her hips to the bed, it seemed so unfair. She writhed to get the upper hand, using the contractions of her cunt to try and sway Kara's alpha only to grunt when Kara finally gave in and bucked.
The sudden charge of Kara's hips sheathed her completely and Lena's moans went up in pitch. The wide brim of Kara's cock spread her and her eyes rolled back as it pressed into her cervix. She had forgotten how good sex could be, how necessary it was for her omega to be given these carnal pleasures, and she arched at the building pressure inside her cunt.
"Is this where you need me, Lena?" Kara asked, settling her hand over Lena's abdomen where her cock slotted cervix deep with every quick rock of her hips. "Right here, where you can feel how deep I am?"
"Deeper," Lena rasped and braced her legs from behind for Kara's pleasurable full thrusting. She was stunned at how effortlessly the alpha was able to support her with one arm beneath her backside, raising her for fluid penetration.
The new angle was better and Lena whined when Kara stayed buried in her cunt yet still continued to drill into her. It was exactly what she requested, and it amazed her to feel the thick tip of Kara's length prod at her cervix like she was capable of breaching it.
Lena hooked a hand over the back of Kara's neck to hold her close. Their breathing picked up with their rutting, and soon Lena was gasping into Kara's mouth, her pussy beyond full and satisfied. Kara pounded her at a savage speed, opening her private little orifice until she was a raw bright red inside and dripping with seed. It happened all of the sudden, and Kara slammed the hot pumps deep where it belonged inside of Lena.
"Oh, fuck, like that, Kara, please, it feels so good." Lena whimpered at the bursts of faster thrusting and the throbs that pushed Kara's ropy fluids through her cervix. The full spurts slicked her cunt inside and made the sex much louder.
Rather than knot, Kara's cock stiffened and swelled in girth, and the head expanded in circumference. The change split apart Lena's smooth pussy lips, and Kara slowed to watch her shaft pass through.
"I didn't know that could happen," Lena groaned, astonished at not only the size but the blissful sensation of being stuffed to her limits. Kara eased her into it, letting her cunt adjust to the internal spread that kept her silken walls sensitive to every throbbing vein.
"Only when I won't let a knot take hold," Kara murmured, her lips lazily brushing against Lena's as they moved as one. "I don't want to finish until you're completely satisfied, and you want to be thoroughly rutted, don't you?"
The question sent a tremor all through Lena's lithe frame and she whispered a breathy, "Yes," into Kara's ear. The alpha nuzzled along Lena's jaw, following the slope of her neck to kiss and lick at her erratic pulse, and then she bit down as Lena's throat quivered.
It wasn't to break skin, but the feel of Kara's teeth so firm around that pristine spot was enough to wet her cunt anew.
Lena's sounds brought Kara's hips crashing into hers and their vigorous mating continued. Her cunt fluttered in greedy pulses, her walls trying valiantly to hold Kara when she was at her deepest.
"You love that it's such a tight fit. I can feel it in the way your pussy grips me," Kara moaned, earnest but without bragging as she pounded into Lena's glazed opening and drove her down into the bed.
Lena scratched down Kara's back and bucked into the slams against her pelvis as the first of many pleasurable feelings took hold inside her cunt. Her soft gasps became vocal groans and her inner muscles clung to Kara's shaft with determined pulses of need.
"You've definitely exceeded my expectations." Lena's breath hitched in her throat as her body relented to Kara's slow withdrawal.
Kara pushed the hot trickle of her seed back into Lena's ravished opening. She rubbed at her clit, observing its aroused color and adapting speed based on how Lena squirmed.
"You're going to come again, Lena, and when your pussy feels good and relaxed, I'll put a knot inside you." Kara's bold and forward direction was as exciting as her fast manipulation of Lena's cunt.
The confidence of Kara's touch was just as intoxicating as her pheromones, and Lena whimpered as the alpha pushed her knee up and out of the way to keep her pussy open. It turned her on to have Kara look at her as she neared her climax, and every hot squeeze of her cunt evoked low rumbling groans of encouragement from the alpha.
Kara reacted like she could feel the spasms around her cock, and her fingers quickened to
match the desperate and jerky rock of Lena's hips.
"Ka-raaahh, oh-oh I'm—" Lena's airy moans stuck in her throat and she lost control of herself, her arms tensing and legs stretching out before the blissful tension sent her into convulsions.
"Good girl, Lena, your pussy looks so beautiful when you come." Kara's tone was sinfully provocative and she massaged Lena's clit to prolong her orgasm. She lightened her caress the second Lena whined, and then dipped a single finger into the pooling nectar with a groan of longing.
It wasn't until Lena's ragged breaths evened out that she noticed the bulky base of Kara's cock and how it throbbed for her. The broad shaft jerked intermittently as Kara continued to pet her pussy, and warm cream dribbled from the swollen glans.
Lena might have tasted it if Kara hadn't stood up to guide Lena towards the vanity, and her confusion showed in the crinkle of her brows.
"This will make it easier for you to take my knot," Kara explained as she sat in the chair and positioned Lena to straddle her lap.
Supporting her with a hand on her lower back, Kara pulled Lena onto her thick rimmed head. Lena accepted the wide stretch with a grunt of persistence and linked her arms loosely over Kara's strong shoulders to grip at her neck. She stared into Kara's eyes while she bore down on her rigid pole and felt the alpha's reaction to her honeyed moan as she gracefully slid part way onto it.
Hot seed spurted into her rutted cunt and Lena shuddered at the diligent way Kara took command of her hips to rock her back and forth. The slippery glide and subtle undulations loosened her inner walls and Kara eased her down gradually.
It wasn't enough to satisfy the demands of Kara's alpha, and she bucked upward, keeping Lena in place with a firm grip as she begged, "Take a little more, Lena, before it fully forms."
Whether from the urgency in Kara's voice or the wanton aspirations of her omega, Lena gave in to her desires and began a gentle bounce. The soft smack of her thighs hitting Kara's prevented her from going too deep all at once, and Lena's mouth hung open at the delectable friction of Kara's tip rubbing into the sensitive striations of her cunt.
Lena writhed on Kara's lap, pressing her breasts into the alpha's face when Kara puckered her lips around one of her aching nipples. She whined at the stimulation, aroused by the moans Kara made while she lavished the little bud with attention. Kara pulled on the stiff peak with her lips, popping them off it only to capture it again with firm flicks of her tongue. She palmed Lena's other breast as she pitched her hips up, driving her swollen base between Lena's spread labia with enough force to lift Lena up.
"Fuck, that feels fantastic, don't stop," Lena rasped, the wet smack of Kara's cock perpetually pushing through her tender walls almost as loud as her raunchy moans.
"I won't." Kara kissed her, breathless and greedy and desperate as her hands settled on Lena's backside to slam into her harder. They swapped sounds of pleasure, passing them between swollen lips with a swipe of their tongues until Lena fisted Kara's hair and went rigid.
She quaked from the inside out, contracting so powerfully that Kara could no longer thrust, and she craned back as the alpha buried her face into the crook of her neck. The way Kara huffed at her throat coincided with how readily Lena's omega issued alluring and sexually submissive pheromones. If she wasn't in the midst of the best sex of her life, she might have felt embarrassed.
"I think your pussy is ready to take all of me now," Kara murmured against her neck, nuzzling as much as nipping to elicit gasps of excitement. She slid her hand down Lena's abdomen to thumb at her clit and continued to rock Lena to keep her relaxed. "Do you want that, Lena? To finally have a knot deep inside your cunt?"
Given that her pussy went into spasm just at the suggestion, Lena merely nodded and a natural pout formed as she silently begged for Kara to tend to her. In spite of the vigor of their mating, Kara was soft with her, easing Lena up slowly to help her back onto unsteady legs.
There was no hope of making it back to the bed, not with the way her heat surged at the loss of Kara's cock. She whimpered and Kara soothed her with a chaste kiss and spun her around to face the chair. "Present for me, Lena, your omega wants me to see that you're ready to be knotted."
Lena obliged without any hesitation, leaning forward to take hold of the seat as she widened her stance for Kara. She could tell the alpha was appraising the sight of her carnal depths coated in seed, and she sank into a breeding pose to press her cheek to her forearm. "Please, Kara, every second without your touch is too much to bear."
It was Lena's vulnerability that inspired a protective and possessive scent from Kara's alpha, and she hushed Lena's pitiful whines by smoothing her hands over her backside to press into her soaked folds. Just the tip breaching her entrance was a pleasure beyond compare, and her quiet keening dropped an octave or two as Kara pushed in deeper.
From past experience, most alphas couldn't wait to slam their knot inside of her, but Kara handled her like she was precious. She praised Lena and cupped her cunt throughout her first tentative thrusts until she was sure Lena could handle the girth of the knot.
"Faster," Lena implored. "Use my cunt like you intend to keep it."
It was a wild and reckless thing to say, and yet there was no denying that she meant. She tried to hide her honesty in the demands of her omega, and backed into Kara's cock to take it harder.
"Lena," Kara groaned in surprise, her own restraint wavering as she forced the girthiest part of her knot through Lena's clamping heat only to pull out for the pleasure of pushing it back in again. The slam of her hips kept Lena in a prone position and Kara leaned over her, dominant and dedicated to fulfilling every one of Lena's wishes.
Their ragged breaths were interspersed with filthy moans and Lena reveled in the feel of Kara's hands stroking up her spine, petting her as much as touring her body. The simple caress combined with the swelling inside her cunt as Kara's knot fully formed was an indescribable pleasure that Lena knew she would crave for the rest of her life. She cried for it, broken and raw like the sound of the chair scraping the floor as Kara mounted her with quickened thrusts.
She drooled from the bliss of being split open, her pussy so spread that she couldn't close her legs. Lena wasn't sure which of them came first, only that it lasted longer than her knees could keep her upright. Kara's arms cradled her safely, and the alpha carried her back to the bed with the knot securely lodged inside her cunt.
They spent the next hour on their sides wrapped up in one another, with Kara sporadically still pumping ropes of seed against her cervix.
By late afternoon, they experimented with several other positions, and Lena napped until the sun went down. She opened her eyes shortly after six o'clock and emerged from the bedroom in nothing but sheets.
Kara stood in her living room with boxes of take-out and plates, and Lena determined that the bodyguard had ordered for her entire security team. From the next room, she heard the sound of happy munching and decided that she didn't care if all of her employees knew she slept with Kara. She hurried over to sit on the couch and grabbed a fork to dig into a carton of sesame chicken.
"You know what, having sex with me was a great idea," Lena reflected between bites that covered her lips in sweet sauce. "We should have more sex. It'll keep me out of trouble. If an assassin appears, you can take your pick of any of the guns I keep stashed under my bed."
"You might just be the woman of my dreams," Kara laughed and slid onto the couch beside Lena to steal some of her chicken. Her grin diminished as they shared food, and Lena was intelligent enough to guess at the cause.
"Look, I know what we did together was a big conflict of interest, but we're both adults and frankly I have no regrets." Lena placed a hand on Kara's knee for reassurance and did her best to avoid staring at the bulk between her legs.
"Considering how frequently my own superiors sleep with their subordinates, I'm not worried about any of that." Kara seemed to hesitate before sliding her hand over Lena's and facing her. "I was actually just thinking how much I like you, Lena."
"Oh, hey, I like you, too." Lena scrunched her brows and passed the carton of chicken to Kara so that she could recline and lean into her. "So, I take it this means you're willing to spend the night in my bed again. Maybe you'll even take me on a date when we deem it safe?"
Kara chuckled and waved around at all of the food. "What do you think I was trying to do here? Date you."
"If I had known you were counting this as an actual date, I would have dressed better than this," Lena complained with a glare down at the bedsheet she still wore.
"That's okay," Kara assured her with a flirtatious lift of her eyebrows. "That won't be staying on for long."