So This is New Year

Description: New Year's continuation of So This is Christmas.


Part 1: So This is Christmas:
https://www.patreon.com/posts/so-this-is-60116532

Part 2: So This is Love (Valentine's Day):
https://www.patreon.com/posts/so-this-is-love-62528539

Part 3: So This is Easter:
https://www.patreon.com/posts/so-this-is-65219972

Part 4: So This is Independence:
https://www.patreon.com/posts/so-this-is-68664211

Part 5: This is Halloween:
https://www.patreon.com/posts/this-is-73373672

Part 6: So This is Thanksgiving:
https://www.patreon.com/posts/75074947

Part 7: So This is Christmas Again:
https://www.patreon.com/posts/so-this-is-again-76247878



Word count: 6,228



Most people looked at the New Year as a chance to start over fresh and create goals. To Lena, it was historically a time of uncomfortable self reflection, extreme and debilitating depression, or avoiding responsibility. The year before she met Kara, she partied on New Year’s Eve and bar hopped her way to February. The year before that, she bought one of those ridiculous wearable blankets and ate ice cream every day with the exact same spoon that she rinsed right beforehand. There was no in between, and it confused her to be cuddled into Kara’s side while traveling by private jet with all of Europe ahead of her.

The claim on her neck was still tingling from the freshness of the bite. She often touched the perfect indents of Kara’s teeth and thought about the past twelve months that drastically changed her life. Her suitcase sat at her feet, full of delicate bridal lingerie for the trip—bustiers, teddies, bras, and flirty little thongs that were all lighter than floss.

But nothing could kill her libido faster than a few simple words:

“Just got a text from your mom.” Kara passed over the phone and poured them each a glass of sparkling water.

Bon voyage! Bring me back a souvenir! 👶🍼

Lena glared down at the baby and the bottle emoji included with the text. “It’s like she’s not happy unless she’s dictating my every move.”

She typed a strongly worded response that she hoped would prevent any more pleas for grandchildren.

Mother, if you don’t stop telling Kara to knock me up, I’m bringing you back one gift.

The knife emoji summed up what Lillian’s present would be – and Lena sent it off with a smile.

She didn’t expect an immediate response and glared down at the screen as a text popped up.

Hold onto the knife, dear, you’ll need it for the gender reveal. 🎂

Lena growled in frustration at the cake emoji and clenched her hand so tightly she fractured the tempered glass meant to protect Kara’s screen. She had no intention of getting knocked up on their honeymoon or ever throwing a gender reveal party.


“We’re barely out of the country, and she’s already harassing us. It’s like she plans for the most inconvenient time.”

“On the bright side there’s an easy solution to solve our problems,” Kara intoned and carefully took her phone back to swipe into the settings.

Lena thought Kara was going to block her mother’s number—but the joy it brought her stalled out when her mate turned the device onto airplane mode.

“I can’t live like this, Kara. She’ll either be the death of me or I’ll kill her,” Lena complained and fished her own phone out of her bag to search how to hire a hitman while abroad.

Kara chuckled until she started to scroll, and then she gently tugged the phone out of Lena’s hand and turned it off completely. “If she’s making you that miserable, I’ll talk to her, but in the meantime why don’t we pretend we lost our phones? When I buy us new ones, we can conveniently forget to tell her for a few months.”

It was remarkable how fast Lena’s libido recovered at that suggestion. She unbuckled her seatbelt to catch Kara by the jaw and changed seats to her mate’s lap.

“I knew there was a reason I married you,” Lena whispered against Kara’s lips, and grinned at the way they puckered for a kiss.

“There were several, and I would be happy to remind you of all of them,” Kara murmured with gruff insistence, and nosed into the claim on Lena’s throat.

Other than the pilots and a few helpers, no one else was on board with them. Normally they would have flown commercial, but Kara’s company developed the first eco-friendly jet engine – and Lena preferred the privacy because it meant they could freely touch one another.

She grabbed the end of her dress and shimmied it off over her head. Underneath her thong was plastered to her skin, and her nipples ached to be free of their lace. She kissed into Kara’s mouth, leading with her tongue, and making a mess with her lipstick.

“Should I spend this ten-hour trip sitting on your cock?” Lena moved the straps of her bra down, and Kara slid her breasts out by unsnapping it.

“It’s probably the best use of your time,” Kara insisted, smoothing her hand down Lena’s thigh and beneath the light string of her thong.

Lena chewed at her bottom lip as Kara’s fingers hooked into the material and pulled it off. Kara looked entirely caught up in her nudity, and the deeply aroused rouge between her pussy lips.

No one could see into their private section, but Lena still felt naughty and sexy because she was naked, and Kara remained clothed.

“Let’s pretend you hired me to do this, and your kink is that you want to be inside of my pussy for hours.” Lena plotted out their diversion with a smile on her face as she unzipped the fly on Kara’s pants. “Maybe I didn’t realize how endowed you are beforehand.”

For as many times as they had sex, Lena still often held her breath from the initial push of Kara’s cock. Her pussy grazed over it twice, and the tip gave her a shallow prodding. She opened up her thighs and let Kara move her down onto the first three thick inches.

“I hired you just to sit on my cock?” Kara questioned the premise of the game with a grin and a glance down at Lena’s stretching cunt. She massaged at her rosy clit to earn a little more leeway for the broad head of her cock to penetrate.

Lena shuddered from the stimulation and rocked to spread herself internally. The ridge of Kara’s helmet strummed into the striations inside of her, and Lena took another inch.

“Uh huh,” Lena confirmed with a seductive pout to draw out Kara’s alpha.

“It must have cost a lot to obtain your services if you’re letting me inside you without protection,” Kara reasoned with a squint, like she was trying to put a figure to the job description.

Lena was on the verge of taking offense when Kara decided to clasp her by the waist and pull her fully onto her cock. “I guess I had better make sure I get my money’s worth.”

Turbulence wouldn’t have bounced Lena the way Kara’s powerful thighs did, and she keened with her head thrown back to push her tits in Kara’s face. She sank heavily onto Kara’s length again and again, and each time her tight walls rippled and released in submission.

“There’s no clause in our deal about pulling out, right? You have to stay in my lap the whole flight?” Kara nuzzled into the swell of Lena’s tits and buried her face between them. She kissed and sucked at the sensitive skin to leave behind the pink imprints of her mouth, then popped her lips around Lena’s nipple to tease with her tongue.

“Yes, but our agreement is that you can’t knot. You have to keep fucking me.” Lena detected the thickening of the knot-base already and settled down on top of it.

She wanted to keep going until exhaustion prevented her from riding Kara’s cock. Her pussy resisted the extra girth, despite the slick that was all over her thighs. At a determined but gradual pace, she worked her cunt over the bulge and accepted it between her inner lips. One of the veins on Kara’s shaft was rubbing at her clit and a convulsing warmth went through her.

“I won’t feel satisfied until you’re throbbing for release, and you leave all of your seed right here between my thighs.” Lena directed both of their attention southward and ran her fingers along the elliptical stretch of her entrance. “You know I’m a loud moaner, so you had better put your hand over my mouth when I come hard around you.”

She orgasmed once already, but her internal quivering was becoming more powerful, and her jaw clenched each time she sank onto Kara’s cock. Her eyelids lowered from enjoyment, and the difference between her first and second release was like comparing between drifting and soaring. Kara groaned just as much from the acceleration of her bouncing and the rapid fluttering inside of her.

“Kara, fuck—you feel so good in my pussy,” Lena whined out loud and clung to Kara’s neck as she leaned forward to tremble.

“You like it hard, don’t you, baby?” Kara husked into her ear and placed her palm fully over Lena’s mouth as she reclined her seat to buck wildly. The swell of her knot-base ballooned with the constricting friction of Lena’s pussy and she smeared Lena’s lipstick by dragging her hand across her lips to grip at her dark roots.

“I don’t care if they hear us,” Kara announced with a rare note of alpha arrogance. “I own this jet, and apparently your pussy for the duration of this flight.”

Why that unraveled Lena was a conundrum for her to work out later. All that mattered right then was how powerfully she spasmed and the way Kara urged her into watching her pussy take the pounding she deserved.

Thick rivulets of opalescent desire dripped down Kara’s shaft, and Lena whined at the expulsion of seed that traveled up her mate’s cock.

Kara charged her hips to force her seed deeper into Lena’s cunt and rocked her manually to keep her open.

“Should I have you ride me the whole way, Lena? Make you work for it by letting you bounce yourself? Or should I bend you over your empty seat?”

In the middle of swaying her hips, Lena couldn’t make up her mind. Another orgasm was already forming in the pulsating warmth inside of her, but Kara’s suggestion also held an appeal she didn’t want to ignore. She kneeled on her seat and grabbed onto the armrests, and Kara sank back inside of her in time to prevent her pleasure from fizzling out.

They flew over landmarks and the clouds moved around them like icebergs on the sea of the sky. She turned her face towards it, and Kara took her to heaven with her next climax.

“I love you,” Lena gasped into her flight pillow and relaxed in limp contentment as Kara kissed her neck.

She wanted to continue until they arrived in Paris, but Kara’s knot thickened in defiance of her pretend rules. They slipped into a position more conducive for knotting, and Kara apologized with a soft growl of regret. “I love you. I tried to pull out to avoid knotting. It was just too good.”

Kara shuddered from the clenching heat around her girth and strained to push all of her knot into Lena’s cunt. The large sphere of it was hot between Lena’s pussy lips.

She felt the throbbing pulsation of Kara’s bliss hit seconds before her mate fully locked herself into place. The sublime stretch of the knot eased into her quivering depths with the aid of Kara’s seed, and Lena reached between her thighs to rub the excess over her cunt.

It both soothed and stimulated her overwhelmed omega, and Lena expressed it with airy whines that stuck in the back of her throat. Kara took pity on her by kissing at her claim until she quieted down. The last thing Lena saw before the wheels of the jet touched down in Paris were the fluffiest clouds she had ever laid eyes on.

Lena woke hours later with Kara still tucked in behind her. It was the kind of intimacy she would have spent the rest of her life missing out on had she never met Kara and given her a chance.

Lena wasn’t the type to get needy, especially in a relationship, so it threw her for a loop when she instinctively inched backwards into Kara.

The shift alerted her mate that she was awake, and Kara nuzzled her shoulder with soft kisses. “Bonjour, beautiful. Did you enjoy your in-flight entertainment?”

“If it put me to sleep, how good could it have really been?” Lena snarked and turned to press her lips to Kara’s in a sweet kiss.

They remained playful as they got dressed and when they walked through the airport hand in hand. Kara swept her into a private car that was already waiting for them.

They took a mini tour of the city on their way to the hotel. Lena spent most of the ride gazing at the bright lights with a smile on her face while Kara stared at her instead. Paris at night was stunning to take in, and if not for the jet lag and the fact that it was already so late, she would have wanted to see more of it than the executive suite Kara had booked for them.

The rush of spending their honeymoon in the city of love meant that Paris got to see a lot more of Lena than she saw of Paris on their first night. She and Kara were inseparable the moment they entered the room, and in a whirlwind of clothes, Kara took her up against the window where the stars in the sky seemed close enough to touch.

They spent the first 48 hours entirely in their room, and by the early mornings of their third day, Lena was ready to explore more than just Kara.

“After all of the filthy things I’ve let you do to me so far, you owe me breakfast. And no, I will not settle for room service again,” Lena sassed with a flick of her lashes and a well-timed pout to stall Kara’s natural charm and ability to get away with whatever she wanted. “Delicious as it was, if we don’t sightsee and snap a few photos together, everyone back home will know we spent two weeks doing nothing but each other.”

“Oh, they already know,” Kara laughed and stood up to pull on pants. Her jovial attitude kept the scowl on Lena’s face at bay, and she strolled over to tame Lena’s sex-mussed hair with her fingers. “They witnessed our lack of self-restraint at our wedding, but I guess the whole point of coming to Paris is to actually see things and immerse ourselves in the culture.”

Lena selected a shirt for Kara to wear and grabbed herself a pair of jeans and a sweater to embrace the cool winter morning. “Exactly. After breakfast. I feel like I haven’t eaten in days.”

They got handsy in the elevator since nobody else was inside with them, and Lena transferred the scarlet shade of her lipstick onto Kara’s lips. She wasn’t even sorry for the way Kara walked awkwardly, her gait a little off because of her cock trying to stiffen.

Lena stopped short just before they entered the swanky downstairs restaurant and froze in horror. “Did you actually fuck my brains out last night, or are you seeing this, too?”

She pointed towards a couple huddled together and offensively in love, handfeeding each other pastries and giggling.

Lionel and Lillian hadn’t spotted them yet, and Lena knew that because her mother had kicked her shoe off and was running her foot against her father’s leg provocatively.

“I can’t believe it. The people at that table look exactly like your mom and dad.” Kara seemed too awestruck to believe that Lena’s parents would ever follow them across the world.

“That’s because it is them.”

Lena knew better from her lifelong experiences with her insane mother. She hung back, observing the disgusting displays of affection until her mother made sudden eye contact. Lillian waved her napkin in the air to get their attention, as if she and Kara weren’t already blatantly staring in appalled shock.

Once recovering the use of her legs, Lena stalked over to the table and ripped the baguette right out of her mother’s hand. “What the hell are you doing crashing my honeymoon?”

“You were unreachable, and I worried that something happened to you.” Lillian finally pulled her foot back a respectable distance from Lionel’s leg and attempted to fluff her hair. “You never miss a chance to sass me, even over text, so I naturally assumed the worst.”

“You could have phoned the hotel!” Lena raged hysterically and waved the baguette around. “You could have done anything else other than flying thousands of miles to Paris to interrupt my first real alone time with Kara.”

Lionel slid up two extra chairs for them, and Kara was already spreading butter over one of the delicious-looking flaky breads.

“Just because we’re in the same country doesn’t mean you’re obligated to spend time with us,” Lillian spat with a sharp glance in Lionel’s direction that prevented him from pulling the chairs any closer.

Lionel shared an awkward and apologetic glance with Kara, who abandoned her slathered baguette to stand beside Lena in solidarity.

“Your mother and I might have jumped the gun, sweetie, but we’re caught up in your happiness. We didn’t mean to intrude on your time together. We just wanted make sure you two were safe, and since the opportunity arose to reminisce about our honeymoon, we took it.”

“You spent your honeymoon in Paris, too?” Kara asked, wearing an obscenely dopey smile. She clearly saw it as romantic and not a breach of their privacy.

“It’s a little different now, but it’s still wonderful.” Lionel reached for Lillian’s hand across the table. “You’ll want to see the Eiffel tower at night, oh—and The Louvre–”

“We can hire our own tour guide. We don’t need you to chaperone us. We’re married and our phones are turned off for a reason.” If Lena hissed any harder, she would have begun growing scales.

It was bad enough to know that her parents were in the same hotel, but it annoyed her that they had been everywhere and did everything she had wanted to do with Kara.

It threatened to taint their whole honeymoon, and Lena would have lashed out if Kara hadn’t chosen that moment to handle the entire thing with her soft charm and warm smile.

“I’m sure we won’t be seeing much of each other while you’re here, but I trust you’ll have a fantastic time while I sweep your daughter off her feet.” The polite, though pointed implication that Kara wanted to avoid them from that moment on was as good as any farewell, and she dragged Lena out of the dining area to avoid confrontation.

“I hope they don’t think I’m rude, but I want you all to myself,” Kara confided in her rush to get Lena out of the hotel and into the bright, cool morning. “Let’s find a romantic little café for breakfast and then we can explore Paris.”

At the corner of the street was a café with a green awning. Inside they found intimate seating with tables for two. Kara pulled out one of the chairs, and Lena took some time to settle herself after the fight with her parents. She left the ordering up to Kara, who headed off to the counter to buy café au lait and their own spread of pastries.

They groaned from their first taste of the coffee, and Lena lacked all self-awareness as she bit into a delicious croissant and immediately held it to Kara’s lips.

“Mmm, you have to try this. It’s the best croissant I’ve ever eaten.”

She fell into a pattern of behavior that reminded her too much of her mother, but she pushed aside any feelings of hypocrisy. Kara looked so good tasting all of sweet and savory breads, and Lena didn’t care what hitches or problems arose during their honeymoon because they would be together.

“You make it sound good,” Kara admitted and turned the plate around to divide each treat into smaller pieces.

They tasted the macarons, the tarte bourdaloue, and the chouquettes with pearl sugar on top. Lena moaned like they were in the bedroom, drawing the eyes of more than one alpha in the café. Kara fed her a bite of raspberry mille-feuille and kissed the cream from her mouth.

“I think we’re in serious trouble of misbehaving if we’re in one place for too long together,” Kara mused from behind a pastry that she finished off in two bites. She peered at Lena and bumped their knees together intentionally, oblivious to the fact that half the patrons of the café were whispering about young love and how besotted they both looked with one another.

“I think we have every right to get a little naughty, given that we just got married,” Lena justified with a quick and pointed glance to where a sign hung to indicate the restrooms.

They communicated through the use of pheromones, and stood up together with the plan to make good use of the little stall in the back.

Perhaps it was lucky that it was occupied because Lena doubted they would have been quick, and she certainly wasn’t able to remain quiet whenever Kara touched her.

“It wouldn’t have really been romantic there. We’ll find somewhere else,” Kara promised her once they were on the street outside.

Lena had to laugh since the last thought in her mind was romance when Kara looked so damn handsome. “Surely everything we do here is classified as romantic. We’re in Paris.”

Kara couldn’t argue with that, though she did up her game to maximize their stay there. She booked two additional rooms at two separate hotels just to give Lena the peace of mind that they wouldn’t necessarily have to return to the one her mother had crashed. After handling those arrangements, Kara led her to the Opera Garnier.

While Lena admired the majestic building, Kara divulged they had tickets to a few shows she had purchased in advance. Lena wanted to needle her for details, such as how far in advance, but she never got the chance when she caught sight of her mother preening for her father while standing in line.

Fortunately so did Kara, and they averted disaster with some fast thinking on Kara’s part. They hurried to a tour group headed toward the Notre-Dame Cathedral and blended in with the other tourists for twenty minutes until they both became restless in the crowds.

They slipped away to stroll leisurely through the quaint and historic streets of Ile-St-Louis. Lena spent over an hour admiring the buildings and how different they were from the ones at home.

“It’s like we’ve stepped into a fairytale,” Lena whispered and pressed closer to Kara as they wandered over cobblestones and straight to a popular ice cream shop where several children held cones as big as their arms. Their messy little faces brought a smile to Lena’s lips, and she caught Kara staring at her far too late.

The amorous scent of Kara’s alpha wanted to lead Lena astray, and God help her she couldn’t resist the pull of it. For all of her outward protests concerning pups, Lena’s omega happily contradicted her whenever she looked at Kara.

They meandered into a tight and vacant little alley, and Lena tried to coax Kara into her own by hiking up her leg. She draped it over her mate’s forearm as Kara backed her into a wall.

Their frozen lips warmed with heated kisses and Lena rolled her pelvis with pleading whimpers. Slick gathered in her panties, and she longed for Kara to feel it, even with the risk of getting caught. So many tourists roamed the area, and just as Kara unzipped Lena’s jeans, footsteps echoed down the lane.

“I know where we can go to find some privacy,” Kara breathed in excitement, stifling Lena’s huff before it could fully form on her pouty lower lip.

They ran like the children who played in the streets, full of frivolity and a lust for life, and Lena wondered if this was how they would always bring in the New Year. She hoped that laughter and adventure would follow them forever.

She stumbled as Kara wove them through the bustling grounds of the Palais Royal and into the Cour d’honneur.

As everyone else studied the magnificent architecture and basked in the history of the place, Kara snuck them to the furthest pillar she could find and pinned Lena against it with a lustful growl. They would cause a scandal if they were caught, and Lena couldn’t have cared less as Kara slid her hand inside her jeans to find her wetter than before.

“God, I wish I’d learned French so I could whisper sweet nothings in your ear while I play with your pussy.” Kara groaned, her lashes drooping with the weight of her lust. She blocked her arm from view and pushed into Lena with two fingers, which she crooked to rub into her upper wall before thrusting.

“The only French I want you to speak is between my legs later,” Lena deviously stated and flicked her tongue meaningfully against Kara’s lips. They were hopelessly in love, so attuned with each other that the rest of the world slipped away with their common sense.

They softened each other's moans by continuing to kiss, and Kara brought her hand up to caress the claim on Lena’s throat. It was wickedly strategic, and Lena never saw it coming any more than she did herself. Her climax hit her without warning and she gasped against Kara’s mouth.

The gentle tease over the sensitive grooves of her claim caused her to convulse, and Kara silenced her orgasmic cries with a bruising kiss.

Slick heat spasmed around Kara’s fingers and Lena wished her mate could have felt it on her cock. The powerful clenches would have undone Kara, and she lost herself to the thought of it as she rode out her bliss.

“My turn,” Lena rasped, breathless and painfully aroused by the sight of her mate licking her fingers clean.


She had no idea where she was leading Kara, and blindly took her through a vast garden with the naive hope there would be some place secluded where she could reciprocate.

Ten minutes and a whole lot of frustration later, Lena was about to demand they return to the hotel when Kara ushered her through the doors of a very extravagant boutique.


In spite of her upbringing, Lena tensed at the luxury handbags and leather purses that sat decoratively to catch the buyer’s eye. There wasn’t a price tag in sight, and she winced when a flamboyant alpha approached them with a dissatisfied look on his face.

Before he managed to breathe a word, Kara pulled out her credit card and handed it over without batting an eye. “Whatever my wife touches, we’re buying.”

The alpha’s eye lit up and he plucked the card from Kara’s hand like he had been gifted it personally. “Oui, madame.”

“Kara–” Lena weakly protested, her heart beating faster at the prospect of living out every omega’s fantasy of being let loose in a designer store without any limits.

She wouldn’t go wild, even though Kara encouraged it with a dominant and assertive scent to sway Lena’s omega.

“It’s my honeymoon too, and if I want to spend it spoiling my wife, then I will,” Kara stated without any preamble, and spun Lena to face the displays. “Which of these do you like? I know how you love green, but here’s one in purple—”

Over the course of thirty minutes, and two glasses of complimentary champagne, Kara convinced her to pick out five different handbags in various styles with the promise of  date nights in the near future. The total came in at the high end of twenty thousand euros. She would have been close to a panic attack if her libido wasn’t so active.

Among the haul was two clutch purses, four different silk scarves, a pair of sunglasses, and a sleek, black tri-fold wallet that Lena was sure Kara glanced at more than twice. Kara had the forethought to pay extra to have their purchases sent straight to their hotel and Lena had never been so grateful to have her hands free.

They barely stepped out of the store when Lena pushed Kara through the neighboring doors of the next store. This one was fortunately tailored towards alphas, and she swiped a suit jacket off a rack without consulting Kara.

“Seeing you spend my money is doing interesting things to me,” Kara chuckled, already fishing out her wallet like she assumed Lena wanted her to purchase a whole new outfit.

“And we’ll talk all about that later, after I’m done sucking your cock.” Lena’s sultry tone was smoky and rich, just like the intimate perfume of her omega.

She ushered her mate into one of the private cubicles at the back of the store and thrust the jacket into Kara’s hands to tear open her pants. “You just dropped a small fortune on me, so it’s only fair that I drop to my knees, isn’t it?”

The question rolled from Lena’s tongue right before she fluttered it over the glazed tip of Kara’s cock. She pulled the curtain closed at a delay and smirked up at Kara before she enclosed her lips around her mate. She bit back a groan at the first, hot slurp around the broad circumference and relaxed her jaw to do it again faster.

“Should this be our New Year's resolution, Kara? Every time you spoil me, I’ll return the favor sexually?” Lena asked with a wet smack of her lips and pushed them over the mauve head of Kara’s erection.

“That wasn’t why I bought you things–”

“Are you sure?” Lena teased, knowing damn well that it wasn’t fair to torment Kara when she was so aroused.


The hefty shaft jerked indignantly in front of her, and Lena brushed her kiss swollen lips over the plump glans.


“I know how hard you got off to the thought of owning my pussy, and with your claim on my throat, I suppose you really do.”

It was basic alpha nature to want to possess everything they liked, let alone loved, and Kara’s alpha was no different, even if she tried to hide it behind her chivalrous nature. Lena grinned at the conflicting emotions on her mate’s face and opted to focus entirely on the shades of lust that darkened her eyes.

She looped her tongue around the brim of Kara’s helmet and sucked her into the back of her throat with a submissive and entreating moan. Lena begged for a taste of Kara’s seed with strong pulls that smeared whatever was left of her lipstick all over Kara’s girth. She stretched her lips wide and hollowed her cheeks, and Kara ruined the jacket by smothering herself with the fabric.

Even through the thick material, Lena could hear Kara’s ragged groans and intermittent growls. “I’m right there. Super close.”

From the first spurt, Lena latched her lips around Kara’s tip and puckered. She kept her cheeks taut and her tongue pliant. Kara’s orgasm filled her mouth after the second pulse – Lena moaned even as they separated. The flavor cascaded over her tastebuds and Kara stroked her hair back in appreciation.

Lena grinned up at the dazed smile on Kara’s face and waited for the alpha’s eyes to focus before she swallowed. The back of a boutique was hardly the place to show off, and yet that was precisely what Lena aspired to do as she wrapped her hand around Kara’s sensitive knot base.

Kara’s surprise formed the perfect little oh on her lips, and Lena mimicked it as she dove forward to suck ravenously on the plump head of her mate’s cock.

She rolled her tongue as she jerked Kara’s shaft with tight tugs to simulate the spasm of her walls. The languid heat of her mouth bathed the wide tip, and Lena moaned salaciously and worked her lips like she was enjoying her favorite treat.

“Le-nuh–” Kara grunted and dropped the expensive jacket to hold onto the wall and Lena’s hair to encourage her down. She rocked forward, desperate to bury herself into the back of Lena’s throat, and she strained at the injustice of being denied.

“Not yet,” Lena rasped, and used her palm to slide over the rigid length of Kara’s shaft.

She concentrated on caressing the tip, smoothing circles over the slippery glans with a closed fist to bring Kara to the verge of a shuddery and explosive release. Lena held off at the last second, removing her hand entirely with a devilish grin while Kara’s cock wept in disbelief.

“You already filled my mouth once, why would I let you do it again?”

Kara’s mouth hung open and she sputtered incoherently as Lena squeezed around the rim of her tip.


“I think I’ll keep you here until we’re asked to leave,” Lena mused, sliding her fist over the first two inches to send jolts of pleasure straight through Kara’s core.

The alpha’s breaths were shaky just like her legs, and the sounds she made were higher in pitch than her usual moans.

It turned Lena on to witness Kara in such a state of arousal. Her mate’s cock thickened from the constant handling and Lena could tell Kara was close to coming when she stopped again.

“How long do you think that’ll be?” Lena uttered far too innocently and made a flirtation of unzipping her jeans to push inside her panties. “Ten minutes? Twenty? Think of how you’ll ache by then. Your poor cock will be so stiff you won’t be able to think at all. If only there was something you could do to end your torment.”

Lena brought her mouth close to the head of Kara’s cock while she rubbed her clit. She moaned against the heavy brim, lips moist and cheeks flushed while she gazed up at Kara and raised a dark eyebrow.

That look finally snapped Kara into action, and she pulled Lena onto her feet just to spin her towards the mirror. There was no sweet talk or teasing remarks – just pure, raw, alpha energy as Kara shucked Lena’s jeans down and rammed into her soaked pussy from behind.

Kara took her like they only had two minutes left to live, aggressive and thorough with a hand covering her mouth and two fingers working into her hooded clit. The speed of Kara’s thrusts didn’t rattle the stall so much as send vibrations all through it, and Lena pushed her sweater up to play with her tits.

She pinched at her nipples and sucked at Kara’s fingers to muffle her moans, and the moment her alpha latched onto her neck, her vision went out. Powerful contractions massaged Kara’s shaft, and the pressure of her climax took Kara along with her.

Kara pumped her full with thick ropes of seed, and pushed all of it urgently into her cunt with a few rough thrusts before finally coming back to herself.

Lena felt the shift in her mate from the clasp of her hands, which loosened around her hip and stroked lovingly upwards to her waist.

In spite of all their raunchy, stifled noises, they were now hushed and soft with one another. Lena blinked coquettishly over her shoulder and Kara caught her by the jaw to kiss into her mouth with a sweep of her tongue. The languidness of their love threatened to rile them all over again, and it was with a pained sigh that Kara finally pulled out.

“I think we’ve seen enough of Paris for one day, don’t you? Unless there’s somewhere else you’d like to take me first,” Lena lilted, and tugged up her pants with a deliberate sway of her hips to keep Kara’s attention on her ass. She left tit prints against the mirror, and a streaky smudge where her lips had pressed against it before Kara silenced her moans.

“Oh, I have plenty of ideas about where to take you, but I better buy this jacket first or they’ll ban me from entering the rest of the stores.” Kara flaunted the crinkled jacket that she had ruined like it was a trophy and not a terribly expensive mistake.

They laughed with bowed heads and bright cheeks as they pulled back the curtain, and all of Lena’s good humor vanished the instant she caught her parents sneaking out of the one three cubicles down. They looked every bit as dishevelled as Lena felt, and the jarring realization that she was exactly like them did irrevocable damage to her psyche.

At the very least, her parents had the good grace to look mortified as they spotted Lena and Kara gawking in their direction.

“Lena,” Lillian sang in embarrassment and pressed a hand to her neck where her claim looked suspiciously pink. “Your father and I were just finding a new suit.”

“Kara,” Lena choked out, too affronted to articulate exactly what she wanted to say.

Kara nodded along like they were in the middle of a conversation, and casually ushered Lena away from the changing rooms as fast as humanly possible. “I hear Belgium is nice this time of year. I’ll just book our flights.”