L.E.S.B. - Chapter 1

Rating: Explicit, ABO, Omega Kara, Alpha Lena.

Description: The D.E.B.S. AU (winner of the Omega Kara/Alpha Lena Poll).

Tags: comedy, spy stuff, Kara POV, "super villain" Lena Luthor, L.E.S.B. agent Kara, teasing, fingering, heated sexual interrogations, smut.


Word count: 6,618





Out of all possible career options to pursue after graduation, Kara had never dreamed the government would recruit her to become a secret agent. She took the application test by complete accident after wandering into the wrong room at an exam center. Most of her peers were taking the SATs that day, and Kara was confused by the tense atmosphere around her. She had already sat down and input all of her details into the computer by the time she realized her mistake.

Four years later, Kara was living in a house with three other fellow agents. Their Director Miss Grant called her a “true embodiment of L.E.S.B. greatness.”

The acronym stood for Leadership. Excellence. Stamina. Bravery.

Kara knew she had a lot of stamina, and that she was brave enough to dive headfirst into danger, but she didn’t see herself as a leader or someone who excelled above the rest.

It surprised her when Miss Grant presented her with a file on super villain Lena Luthor and put her in charge of a mission to bring their enemy to heel.

“We ran your profile through a database of other files, Karla, and based on the outcome, you’re the best person for the job.”

Fellow L.E.S.B. Alex scoffed at the heap of files on the desk behind Miss Grant. “What database was that? These files belong to all of the dead L.E.S.B. agents that took on Lena Luthor.”

“But they lived longer than the others,” Miss Grant intoned and shoved Kara’s mission paperwork into her hands. “That’s a success by our current standards. Lena Luthor has eluded us for going on six years. Nearly a decade.”

“If you’re rounding way up,” Sam quipped from where she was lounging next to the window. “What was the actual criteria behind selecting Kara?”

Eve stood up to get a closer gander at the stack of agent photos. “It looks like they’re all blondes.”

Miss Grant sniffed as though offended anyone would assume her decision-making came down to physical trait. “We used a highly sophisticated algorithm to make this determination. Besides, Kiara’s written several detailed reports about Lena Luthor.” She unfolded a pair of glasses and cleared her throat to read from one of them.

“Her raven-dark hair, her piercing green eyes – Lena Luthor is mysterious and almost mythical. A thing of Irish lore and legend. Any time I hear news of her, it’s like finding out that unicorns are real and running around free in the wilderness.”

Alex snorted at the reverential phrases dedicated to the super villain. “Good job, Kara. That’s the most homosexual description I’ve ever heard.”

Kara blushed at her teammate's open mockery of her and clutched tighter to the file that went over the particulars of her mission. “I accept full responsibility for bringing Lena Luthor in. When do we head out?”

“This afternoon,” Miss Grant declared and passed out all of the relevant information to the team. “There’s an event taking place in Kosovo this weekend.”

“Which part of France is that?” Eve asked with a wide-eyed blink of confusion.

“Kosovo is a country rich in exploitable minerals and gems,” Miss Grant pressed on, as if not even remotely surprised by the agent’s poor knowledge of geography. “Our intel says that Lena Luthor will be there to steal resources and sell them to other buyers.”

“So, we’re going to intercept a transaction?” Sam questioned as she glanced over the basic write-up in front of her.

“Keira will pose as one of the buyers and the rest of you will provide back up,” Miss Grant clarified and peered at Kara over the rims of her glasses. “If all goes according to plan, we’ll reconvene in 48 hours, and Lena Luthor will be made to account for her international crimes.”

Kara nodded along in agreement with a heavy sense of duty in her chest. She gathered herself together and reviewed all of the documents to prep for the mission.

Two hours later, she boarded a plane departing for Kosovo with the strangest premonition that her life was about to change.

While the rest of the L.E.S.B. agents fell asleep, Kara watched the clouds race by. She also looked at various candid photos of Lena Luthor that their intel sources had collected from over the years.

“Gosh, you’re incredible.” Kara marveled at the sight of Lena mid-negotiation and forgot to breathe long enough to choke and gasp.

She couldn’t tell if it was all of her hacking or the fact that she voiced her thoughts out loud that woke everyone else up. Not knowing what to do, she faked sleep with her glasses crooked on her face and Lena’s photos pressed to her chest.

A while later, they touched down in Kosovo to cool temperatures and snow-capped hills in the distance. The L.E.S.B team changed into clothes that would help them blend in and wheeled their luggage through the private airport.


Alex took it upon herself to give Kara another run-down of the plan: “This is how we set our trap: Eve is going to remotely tap into the security cameras and talk to you in your earpiece. She’s going to have eyes on Lena Luthor at all times. I’ll be on the floor posing as another buyer and scoping out the scene. Sam will escort you and pretend to be your bodyguard, but she’ll fall back as soon as you’re in position. Your goal is to get Lena Luthor alone to discuss a transaction. Once you do, you’re going to subdue her with a blow-dart and we’ll remove her from the premises through the east exit.”

Kara licked her lips and nodded sharply in determination to get the job done. On paper, the set up sounded easy and like something she could pull off without hiccups. The one problem was that she didn’t foresee how awkwardly she would behave in front of the Lena Luthor.

“Who are you exactly?” Lena Luthor asked, paralyzing her with a red and vixenish smile that awakened some dormant part of Kara’s sexuality.

Dressed in a three-piece navy suit, Lena struck a balance between professional and smoking hot.


Kara’s brain blew out faster than a candle in a rainstorm.

“Umm, Kuh—Karahah-Kara.”

Rule one of espionage was not to use her actual name, but she was smitten with Lena Luthor and unable to think of her cover story. She blushed from the supervillain’s curious grin and the alpha pheromones that suggested they could be compatible.

“Umm, Kuh-Karahah, what the hell are you doing?” Eve shrieked via earpiece. “Your name is Linda Lee, heiress to the Lee family diamond mine.”

Lena smirked as she sidled right up to Kara and flicked her fingers in the direction of a private room. “Kara, do you want to talk business with me?”

“As a matter of fact, yes. I’m actually a representative of the Lee family. I understand you’re looking to make a deal.” Kara squinted at her own ineptitude in covering her backstory and followed Lena Luthor, who only paused to snatch two drinks from a passing waiter’s tray.

“Right this way,” Lena directed as two men opened a set of double doors to let them through.

Despite not being on her own turf, Lena had a luxurious set up waiting on her. She handed a glass of champagne to Kara and settled onto a low couch that completed her bad-guy vibe. Kara didn’t sit right away. She needed Lena to motion to the seat next to her before she made a move.

“You don’t seem like the usual type that attends these things,” Lena reflected out loud, sizing her up and sliding closer to tuck a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. “You’re also not a representative of the Lee family. Linda and I go way back. Let’s just say we spent a lot of time together.”

Kara was still hung-up on the fact that Lena touched her and didn’t register that Lena was holding her earpiece until it was too late.

“Who are you really?” Lena demanded and grabbed her by the chin to look her dead in the eye. “Are you with Interpol? The CIA? MI5?”


Under normal circumstances, Kara could spin a persuasive lie, especially about her job and her identity. She had extensive training about what to do when her cover was blown, and none of it came in handy because of her bizarre crush on her enemy. It should have bothered her more that she was instantly attracted to one of the world’s most-wanted criminals. But she was aroused, in awe and silent.

“N-no, I—none of those—”

“You’re a LESB, aren’t you?” Lena guessed, pinning her with a look and raised eyebrow. “Christ, why does your director keep sending me little blondes that have no idea what they’re doing? The last three put themselves in mortal jeopardy and there was nothing I could do to help them.”

“Help them?” Kara blurted out stupidly, finally remembering her mission and the fact that other lives were lost. “You killed them, and that’s why I’m here. To bring you to justice.”

She removed her tranquilizing blow-dart from its hiding spot in her boot and took out both guards in the private room. The dart would have felt like nothing more than a bee sting, and they clutched their necks as they dropped. Kara’s reflexes were fast enough that she could have taken Lena out, but she hesitated after seeing the look on Lena’s face. Not guilty, not combative, just stunned and a little impressed.

“I don’t kill people, but they do have an unfortunate habit of dying around me.” Lena pressed her bright red lips together in sympathy and gestured to her guards. “They’re going to wake up from that, right?”

“It’s a light sedative,” Kara explained, lifting the blow dart helplessly as she tried to work out whether or not to follow through with her plan. She could have already gotten Lena to the exit point if she wanted, but she had more questions and for some reason the enemy was volunteering answers.

“I’m not the villain everyone thinks I am. I’m here because some very bad people are going to buy weapons with jewels. Will I steal from those people? You’re damn right I will.” Lena stood up and postured, unafraid of the chance of capture.

It took Kara just a moment too long to realize that her drink was also laced with something that made her eyes feel heavier.  


“Is anyone else here with you, Kara?” Lena asked, turning the tables on her without effort. “Tell me, and I’ll make sure you get back to them safely. I don’t want another LESB agent to turn up dead. This meeting is too dangerous for any of you.”

“You drugged me. How? I had my eyes on you the whole time.” Kara couldn’t fight the drowsy sensation of gravity working on her eyelids.

“Sometimes, you have to look at a person harder,” Lena whispered and stroked the side of her face as she slumped downward on the couch. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep you safe.”

Kara slipped off into a void of sleep and woke with drool crusted on her face to Alex shaking her.


“Kara, are you okay? We have to get out of here. Now. Our intel was wrong. Something seems off. This is whole place is swarming with heads of state and corporate leaders. It’s like Silicon Valley’s summer camp for billionaires out there.”

That didn’t sit right with Kara, given all that Lena Luthor claimed about bad people purchasing weapons. She shook her head groggily and forced herself upright. “Give me another shot, Alex. We were so close.”

“No,” Alex hoarsely insisted, swiping her hair out of her eyes as she pulled a gun from inside her belt just in case. “Sam and Eve are already waiting for us. Eve managed to get her hands on some sensitive information, and if we pull out now, we can plan better for the next opportunity—"

“I want to make the most of this one. You should go.” Kara glanced around in search of the best exit.

She knew that Alex could make a clean get-away after assessing the room. They had a sister-like bond and she didn’t want to ruin that. Her next moves were probably insane, but she saw her opportunity to create mayhem and force Alex to listen to her.

There was a glass box containing equipment in case of a fire, and she rammed her elbow right through it to set off the alarm.

Alex sensed what she was going to do and couldn’t prevent it from happening.

Kara out-classed her fellow agents in terms of physical stamina and running speed, and no one could stop her from running off. Not even Alex.

“I’ll be fine!” Kara shouted with the knowledge that her fellow agents would have to flee without her.

The jarring sounds of the alarm scattered people in all directions. Body guards shielded important figures while they rammed their way through the crowds and confusion misted the air along with thick droplets of water that began to spray out of the sprinklers above.

Kara was smart enough to snag someone’s card as she ran past them, and then she clocked Lena Luthor lifting a briefcase to slink off through a side door.

Kara bolted towards it, and bounced off of someone in the process, who dropped some heavy looking equipment. She didn’t have time to get a proper look and hurried to use the scanner on the side door to catch up with Lena.

It went against protocol to chase enemies into unknown territory, except Kara wasn’t certain that Lena Luthor was the real bad guy here.

She couldn’t explain her gut instinct any more than she could explain why she didn’t feel threatened running down a metal staircase to follow the sounds of Lena’s heels through a series of hallways.

“Gosh, this place is like a maze,” Kara grunted after her near collision with a wall when she took a corner too fast.

The echo of Lena’s footsteps was hard to follow, and Kara veered left, then right, and right again with a backwards glance over her shoulder.

She slammed into Lena with a gasp, and swung her arm up to point her blow-dart right at the super villain. “You’re under arrest.”

“Am I?” Lena scoffed, blocking Kara’s attack with the briefcase. She snatched the blow-dart right out of her grasp.

“Seriously?” Kara hissed, her indignation lifting Lena’s shoulders in a casual shrug.

“It’s nothing personal,” Lena insisted as she stuck the dart in Kara’s neck while the sound of feet stomping down the hallways drew nearer.

Kara’s team appeared just in time to see her pass out, and Lena’s henchman gathered her into his arms while Lena postured in victory. “If you don’t want to end up like her, you’ll let me leave. The choice is yours.”

That was the last thing Kara heard, and the next time she opened her eyes, it was to a whole different set of surroundings. She stirred awake on a comfortable bed and looked around at the modern decor until it all shifted into focus.

Not far away, Lena Luthor sat at a large table covered in a delicious breakfast spread. She buttered a thick slice of sourdough without bothering to react to Kara padding over.

“Where did you take me?” Kara asked, bewildered by the comforting environment where she was free to move around.

The bottom of a pit would have been a more probable location for an international criminal to dump a spy. This place not only seemed like Lena’s home, but her bedroom.

“I promised to keep you safe, didn’t I?” Lena smirked and eyed her up and down in amusement. “Did you know you talk in your sleep? You’re quite the rambler.”

Kara cringed at the prospect of babbling without a filter while someone as beautiful as Lena listened to her. “Yeah, I know, it’s been a habit since I was a kid. Why did you capture me? Didn’t you say you’d turn me over to my fellow agents?”

“Capture you? Wait, those others were part of your team?” Lena sighed and dropped her butter knife in a clatter. “I thought they were with someone else. I’m sorry I snatched you away, but maybe you could use a few days to unwind away from the rush of it all. I certainly can.”

Lena swept her hand in offering to anything on the table, and Kara resented the audible rumble of her stomach that confirmed her hunger. It would go against LESB policy to dine with the enemy, even if the enemy was a gorgeous mastermind with fresh croissants and artisan coffee.

“No, I can’t just eat breakfast and chill with you here.” Kara pressed her lips together in a mortified grimace and tried again with a stern expression. “You have to take me back. They’re going to think I’m dead!”

“Sending you off on an empty stomach isn’t very hospitable. Do you really want to return to your organization empty handed when you could take important intel back with you?” Lena raised a solitary eyebrow and lifted a grape to pop it between her lips in obvious expectation for Kara to join her at the table.

“Are you trying to levy your knowledge about what was taking place so I’ll eat with you? Why?” Kara hesitated out of ingrained loyalty and remained guarded as she eyed up the scrumptious food.

Lena looked just as delectable in another three-piece suit, and Kara subtly smoothed one hand down her crinkled shirt.

“Maybe I’m tired of being seen as the ultimate villain and this is my chance to set the record straight. I’m not as bad as you guys try to make me out to be. Ask me anything,” Lena proposed with a slow and knowing smirk while waiting for Kara to finally take a seat.

Kara hesitated until the scent of the baked goods overwhelmed her. She fidgeted for just a second more before lunging for a giant blueberry muffin. Stuffing most of it into her mouth wasn’t the most elegant move, but she was famished.

“Wuh-whut-were-ye-doing today—"

“Maybe wait to interrogate me until after you completely swallow that,” Lena admonished and filled the space between them with pheromones.

Over the years, Kara racked up some limited experience with alphas. She dated a few in college and even slept with one whose attitude was beyond off putting. Naively, she thought she could change the worst of them.

Lena gave off a different vibe, one that was kinder and much more inviting.

“What were you trying to accomplish today?” Kara repeated once she gulped down the food and took a break to grab more.

Lena stirred her tea with intensity and sipped it. “Blocking some terrible people from acquiring enough plutonium to make a weapon. This whole event wasn’t about the rare gems. Sure, gems are valuable, but these days, a lot of high net worth individuals are behind the scenes manipulating politics for their own ends. They have money. What they want is ultimate power.”

Kara never trusted anyone she interrogated in the past, but she could tell Lena wasn’t lying to her, which put her in a strange predicament. “How are you any different, considering the work you do? You seem to live above the law.”

Lena scoffed and spread cream and jam onto a thick scone. “The law isn’t always right. Sometimes it’s the enemy of the people. Often it protects the status quo in harmful ways and benefits only the rich. That’s why I do what I do.”

It wasn’t every day that Kara discovered her target was someone with morals, who meddled in politics and underhanded business dealings all for a higher purpose. She munched on a buttery croissant with the foolish notion that she could fall in love with Lena for taking on that cause.

“You expect me to believe you have the world’s best interests at heart?” Kara asked.

Lena reacted to that wording with drawn-together brows that spoke of frustration.

Kara cut her off before she could express it. “Because I do, I actually believe you.”

Lena’s demeanor shifted in an instant as a grin spread over her face. “That’s a relief. Because I get a good feeling about you. If I can change your organization’s mind about me, maybe I’ll be able to watch my back just a little bit less.”

“It must not be easy,” Kara acknowledged as she reached for eggs and bacon and more than one spoonful of fancy herb potatoes. “At least you seem to be set up here pretty well.”

“I was born into money. Just so you know, I don’t keep much from my work.” Lena grabbed an item that seemed like a clutch purse but made a hissing sound as she opened it. “I donate as much as possible to charity and I use the rest to develop my own gadgets.”

Kara watched the clutch purse unfold itself into a weird security computer that reacted to skin contact.

“This is a sensitive piece of machinery I use often. I thought you would like to see that you’re perfectly safe with me. We’re at my home in Brussels.”

All Kara knew was that the device provided a security map of the place, and the implication was clear that she could leave on her own terms.

Kara couldn’t allow herself to be lulled into the sense of security that Lena was giving her and tried to press on with her interrogation. “Do you have names of the people trying to buy and sell plutonium?”

“I can’t give everything away all at once,” Lena countered, and set her scone aside as she eyed Kara with an interested smirk. “Trust has to be built, and there’s no guarantee that your agency won’t try to pin it all on me as the easier target.”

Kara couldn’t fault that and found herself averting her eyes once or twice as the air in the room thickened. It must have been the adrenaline of dining with the enemy that was making her skin heat up. The sooner she left, the better. “Where are my comms and my gear?”

The change in subject must have come as a shock because Lena blinked in surprise before she narrowed her eyes playfully and steepled her fingers on top of the table. “Are you hoping for the chance to blow dart me, Kara?”

The casual curiosity seemed flirtatious and Kara inadvertently thought of something other than her weapon that her lips might pucker around. “N-no, I’d be kicked out of LESB if I–”

“Oh, you like me,” Lena gloated and stood up to circle the table like she wanted to inspect Kara far more closely.

“I do not,” Kara shot back, her chest fluttering with what she assumed was anxiety as she scrambled onto her feet to evade Lena as she stalked closer.

The swagger in the alpha’s step was terribly distracting and Kara backed herself into a wall by accident.

“Do too,” Lena laughed, clearly amused by the panic on Kara’s face as she came to her own realizations. “Is that why they sent you to talk to me? Was your agency trying to set up a little honey pot?”

Lena dragged her eyes down Kara and inhaled deeply to pick up the sweet notes of attraction she had missed.

“No, they would never! I was chosen because I studied you.” Kara could have kicked herself for cracking under barely any pressure.


What sort of LESB was she if she crumbled so easily? She didn’t mean to inhale the rich aroma of Lena’s pheromones or react to them by biting her lip.

“I bet. And what did you learn during your studies that was actually real?” Lena inquired, and pinned Kara to the wall with nothing but her domineering presence.

“That you’re extremely calculated, driven, and intelligent. You’ve bested every agency to ever hunt you down and you’ve never taken a hostage.” Kara rattled off her list with a kind of smug pleasure that she had done such extensive research on Lena.

“Until now,” Lena pointed out with a wolfish grin that flashed the perfect rows of her white teeth.

Whatever intimidation Lena had hoped to inspire didn’t work, and Kara raised her chin defiantly as her chest heaved. “Doesn’t count. You thought you were saving me. Lena Luthor is actually soft.”

“Not in the slightest,” Lena growled against Kara’s lips, and her tongue demanded entrance a moment later to taste the startled moan she produced.

Kara knew the right thing to do, and it conflicted with her instincts drastically. She placed her hands on Lena’s waist and shut her eyes to enjoy the kiss.

Her technique was all over the place, and she proved that she was way too into it when Lena broke off their contact and she continued to nuzzle air.

Embarrassment changed her skin tone to a blotchy red, and she whined in complete desperation as Lena pushed a hand up her shirt. “Oh god, please.”

“Please what?” Lena whispered against the curve of her throat.

“Please don’t stop.” Kara relented to her libido and indulged the side of herself that was tingling head-to-toe from arousal.

Lena traced the strap of Kara’s bra with a light fingertip and unhooked its stubborn clasp with a maneuver that frankly proved why she was an adept international thief. She stole a lot more than Kara’s heart as she began to rub her tits and tweak her nipples. “You want me to undress you?”

Kara could scarcely nod with those talented fingers working over one of her sensitive nipples, but she did manage it.

“Kara, I like vocal women. You’re going to have to use your voice to tell me you want me to take your clothes off.” Lena calmed her soft whimpers by sliding her top up and groaning at the sight of her breasts.

They were little more than a palmful, and Lena cupped them both to rub into the cerise heat of each nipple.

Kara realized pretty quickly that saying her wants and desires aloud was far harder than all of the LESB training she had put herself through. Lena was unquestionably hot, but her serene dominance and intense stare melted Kara in more ways than one.

She felt tongue tied and stupid as she gawked at the nimble fingers toying with her nipples. “Gosh, you’re really good with your hands.”

Kara’s ineloquence was met with a grin and Lena massaged at her tits a little more firmly. “Imagine what they would feel like touching you elsewhere. If only you’d ask.”

“This is why you’re the villain,” Kara whined, mortified by the way her own hips rolled forward to grind into Lena’s thigh.

The solidness against her mound was better when Lena tensed her leg, and Kara undulated like her life depended on it.

“Because I know what turns me on and I’m not shy about it? You followed me into danger. I’m sure you’re brave enough to share what gets you off. Is it this?” Lena crooned and unbuttoned Kara’s shirt to bare her tits. She brought her mouth to Kara’s nipples to pucker around each stiffened bud, and flicked the sensitive peaks with her tongue before drawing each one into her mouth with a moan.

“Oh—yes, I like that.” Kara’s breathy confession earned her the removal of her shirt completely.


She couldn’t tear her eyes off of Lena, who seemed just as transfixed by her.

It emboldened Kara and she mindlessly grasped the wall to rock her hips. “Wouldn’t it be better if my skirt was off?”

The timid suggestion worked, and Lena expertly slid down the zipper of Kara’s pleated skirt to let it expose her tanned thighs.

“Are your panties wet already, Kara?” Lena’s warm breath was right at Kara’s ear, and she nuzzled under her jaw to nip at her throat. “Is that what you want me to see, or are you hoping I’ll tease your pussy the same way I am with your tits?”

“Gosh, will you do that?” Kara gasped with a keen awareness that she wanted more than just Lena’s touch.


Lena tucked her hand under the thin waistband of Kara’s light pink panties. She pulled them back to glimpse the sensual silk between her inner lips. “Do you want me to play with your cunt, Kara?”

Kara had nothing but a vestige of hope that she wouldn’t sound pathetic as she whimpered out, “Yes.”

Her entrance contracted from the lightest probing of Lena’s fingertip over her clit. Lena brushed over its little cover to make it swollen and warm. They both looked at her pussy and the glistening accumulation of her arousal. Above her snug wet lips was a soft triangle of light blonde peach fuzz. Every caress excited her and dampened the heat in her panties.

The bed was conveniently close, and Lena backed her towards it to drag down that last piece of clothing.

Kara sprawled on her back, naked and comfortable on the blankets, and Lena removed her suit jacket to toss it aside. Behind the front seam of Lena’s pants was a rigid bulge, and Kara couldn’t take her eyes off it.

“What are you looking at?” Lena asked, realizing right away that her cock was the focal point of Kara’s attention. “Do you want me to take my pants off, too?”

“All of it,” Kara raspily dictated, still with a certain shyness that was lessening by the minute. “It’s only fair.”

Lena hummed in agreement and unbuttoned her crisp blue shirt. She placed it neatly aside on an armchair and discarded her push-up bra next. Saving her pants for last, she draped them beside the rest of her clothes and then took off her underwear.

Kara sat up on the bed and watched in attentive rapture. “Oh.”

“That’s all you have to say?” Lena asked with an imperious raised brow and the hint of a smile at the edges of her lips. She looked cool and composed and completely in control as she knelt on the bed and crawled towards Kara.

The heavy swing of Lena’s cock enthralled Kara, and she gulped audibly the closer Lena came. Thickset veins pulsed along the girth and the wide tip was an excited and vibrant shade of lust. It rubbed against the light curls on her cunt as Lena settled between her thighs.

Kara came to realize that every inch of Lena Luthor was seductively beautiful.

“Hey, I was trained to act under pressure, not think coherently when faced with-well-that.” Kara only meant to motion to the hefty erection, not graze it with her fingertips. She gasped at the reactionary way Lena’s cock jerked from the contact and blushed when her cunt spasmed in response.

“Technically you’re not faced with it yet,” Lena intoned and brushed her thumb across Kara’s pout before she took hold of her jaw to peer down at her glazed expression. “But if you have a preference for which lips wrap around me first, I’d be happy to oblige.”

Kara unconsciously licked her lips and shivered at the heat that emanated from Lena. “Are you always this cocky?” She deflected, although it came a bit too late to do anything other than emphasize how open she was to all sorts of things.

“Are you always this wet when you pursue an enemy?” Lena countered and parted Kara’s labia with two fingers to massage into the aroused pearl that protruded from its little hood. “You’re very beautiful, Kara. I don’t get this hard over just anyone, and I definitely don’t bring omegas home with me. Where’s all that confidence you showed me today? Find it and I’ll give you anything.”

Foolishly Kara believed it, and her breathy whimper carried in the spacious room as she dug her heels into the bed to lift her pelvis. “Don’t just tease me. I want to feel you inside.”

“How often have you thought about this, Kara? Was it before you met me in person? Did you lie awake and fill your pussy like this to the thought of me?” Lena’s sultry questions were hushed and her pupils dilated along with Kara’s fuchsia entrance as Lena inserted two fingers. She crooked them to rub into the sensitive grooves of Kara’s cunt and pumped knuckle deep. “I could make you come so hard on my fingers that you’d never want me to stop.”

Kara could already feel a pleasant tension from the first thrusts. She writhed, impatient and turned-on and a myriad of other things she couldn’t articulate. Her breath hitched and her hips lifted on reflex to accept Lena’s strokes. None of her training prepared her for an interrogation like that. Torture would be easier to handle than the most sublime sexual euphoria.

“I’ve always thought you were beautiful,” Kara keened in confession and justified her opinion in the same gasping breath. “But so would anyone else who has eyes.”

“I knew you were into me the minute I saw you skulking about,” Lena admitted and massaged her clit in small and perfect loops that could have locked Kara’s thighs in orgasm. “You want me to make you come, don’t you? You dream about it.”

Denying it might result in Lena’s withdrawal, and Kara groaned from the flutters inside of her that attested to the extreme satisfaction she was going to experience if she was honest.

“I guess that’s a no,” Lena taunted when Kara couldn’t bring herself to answer fast enough. She slipped her fingers out of Kara’s twitching entrance and moved like she was ready to get off the bed.

“No, wait—I do. I have,” Kara pleaded, and instinctively grabbed Lena's wrist to hinder her retreat.

She didn’t expect the alpha to twist out of her grasp and pin her in return, and the fast transition sent a tingle of anticipation through her.

“You have what?” Lena pressed to make Kara wrestle with her own embarrassment. “Played with this tight little cunt of yours while you fantasized about taking my cock?”

They both knew the answer, and yet Kara understood if she didn’t admit it, the likelihood of making that fantasy a reality would end.

She fought the urge to keep her mouth shut and forced her tongue to whisper words she never imagined she could. “Yes, I’ve touched myself to the thought of you. Several times, when I’ve gone into heat before my suppressors kicked in.”

It was either the acknowledgement or the mention of her heat that lidded Lena’s eyes.


Kara wanted to hide her face in a pillow, but her omega wouldn’t allow her to turn away when Lena grasped at her cock and reached into her bedside drawer.

Lena retrieved a slim box of condoms and tore into one, much to the chagrin of Kara’s omega, which shamefully protested the thin sheath of latex.

“Well then, it’s only right that I make your wildest dreams come true,” Lena lilted and made quite the show of sliding the shimmery barrier over her thick length before she aligned her tip with Kara’s quivering heat. She swiped her glans up and down Kara’s slippery divide and then sank into her warmth with a groan of satisfaction.

They moaned together from the initial, shallow thrusts that blurred the lines between them. Kara parted her legs and lifted them high to adjust to the hot intrusion of Lena’s tip.

Through the latex, Kara could still feel every ridge and vein on the girth that massaged into her pussy. Lena positioned herself in the curve of Kara’s g-spot, which created more slick and made the sex better.

“How does it feel to have me inside of you?” Lena clasped her hip and slid deeper, submerging herself in Kara’s wet warmth.

“Like everything I wanted and more.” Kara strained to keep her thighs apart amid the constant desperate clenching of her pussy.

Lena groaned and pushed her solid shaft through the regular spasms. “God, you’re eager, aren’t you? You want me to go faster?”

Kara did more than nod. She clutched her legs and begged with a low whine. Earlier that morning, she thought she knew more about Lena Luthor than anyone. But she had no idea that she would be flat on her back and offering herself up like that. It went against protocol, common sense and her own personal code, but it also felt freeing and thrilling.

No one else she had dated could compare to Lena, and not just in terms of granting her sexual pleasure. She connected with Lena instantly and it wasn’t a purely physical attraction.

The quickened revolution of Lena’s hips plunged her that much deeper, and Kara whimpered at the fullness she experienced. She could practically see the bulge of Lena’s cock inside of her on every inward thrust and absently smoothed her hand over the swell.

Lena evidently noticed, because her brows came together and her voice was laced with concern. “If it’s too much–”

“It isn’t,” Kara rasped, so enraptured by the care Lena showed that she forgot herself and cupped Lena’s cheek to draw her closer. “It’s perfect, you’re perfect. Go harder. I can take it.”

The praise seemed to catch Lena off guard. She recovered immediately and nipped at Kara’s kiss swollen mouth as she pinned her to the bed with her bodyweight. They moved together fluidly with Kara’s thighs coming to rest on Lena’s shapely hips to encourage every undulation.

Lena was every bit attentive as she was selfish, and increased her own pleasure by stroking over Kara’s clit.

The internal spasm of Kara’s walls rippled over Lena’s cock and she nosed into Kara’s ear to husk, “You see what being a good girl gets you? All of your sexy little whimpers are making me want to fill your cunt with my seed, but that can’t happen, can it?”

It veered toward psychological warfare to present Kara with everything she wanted while somehow still dangling something forbidden over her. She knew Lena was right, they couldn’t forego protection, but Kara wished they could.

The reckless impulse to beg was hindered by the mounting bliss of Lena pounding into her clenching tunnel. Kara flung her head back just as her orgasm neared its peak, and cried out as Lena scraped her teeth across her neck.

Lena moaned from the rapid inner pulsations around her cock and reacted to them with hard-pumping thrusts that brought them both to the finish line.

Hot seed poured into the latex, and despite the barrier remaining intact, Kara still twitched inside like there was nothing between them. She trembled and groaned and realized her entire career was doomed. All she could imagine herself doing from that day forward was spreading her legs for Lena Luthor. The pleasure was that incredible and they were only getting started.

Kara draped an arm over her face and basked in the spectacular sensations. She let her breathing return to normal and blinked up at the smile on Lena’s face.

“How am I ever going to explain this to my team?” Kara asked, so distressed by her bliss that she had no filter. “I might never be able to see you again.”

“Oh, sure you will,” Lena crooned in confident seduction. “You’ll relax for the rest of the day with me, then I’ll leave you at any drop point of your choosing. And your next mission will be much less stressful if you spend most of it in my bed.”