One Wild Night - Part 2

Part 1: https://www.patreon.com/posts/one-wild-night-1-74947560


Word count: 9,796




Lena just managed to smooth her robe back into place when James opened the door to the large walk-in pantry. The kitchen looked disastrous and battle-strewn with bags of flour spilled on the floor and broken jars at their feet.

James clocked the mess and an easy smile curled at his lips. “Hey, I was going to ask if you needed some help making breakfast, but it seems like Kara’s already scrambling your eggs.”

Lena attempted to be neutral in responding to that rude comment. “Oh. No. I’m just too short to reach the top shelves and I knocked a few things down while reaching.”

“Someone’s definitely reaching,” James retorted with laughter on the back of his tongue and wide eyes.


Kara postured and allowed her alpha stink to completely eclipse James’ lesser pheromones. She placed her hands on her hips at first and then crossed her arms, overcoming any shyness she once displayed in Lena’s presence. The stark contrast was sexy to witness, even if it was a little annoying, and Lena’s mouth hung open as she glanced at her oddball neighbor who had unexpectedly turned out to be great at sex.


“I can handle breakfast,” Kara boasted and lifted a whisk and bowl to scramble a couple of eggs. She moved around the kitchen like someone completely familiar with its lay-out and James stood by reeking of competitiveness.


“Lena, you want coffee? I’ll make you some coffee.” James grabbed a bag of ground beans and a filter to start helping out.


Meanwhile, Kara ushered her into her usual seat at the table, and Lena was taken aback by the direct way both of the alphas butted heads to impress her. They bumped into each other’s shoulders at every opportunity, and they picked up the same packet of bacon. Kara ripped it straight from James’ hands and he scoffed as he pulled a loaf of bread out.

“You know, I don’t really have much of an appetite in the morning,” Lena intoned in the hopes of stopping the spectacle of egos.

She also didn’t feel capable of eating that much when her morning queasiness was bizarrely worse. James choked her with his proud pheromones, and Lena wondered if vomiting would bring an immediate end to the gag-worthy contest that was taking place in her kitchen.

Kara sliced up fresh ginger to create a drink that normally squashed Lena’s morning sickness and hurried the brimming glass over to her. “Sip this, and by the time you finish it, I’m sure you’ll get your appetite back.”

James noticed the kind gesture and how Lena responded with relief to drinking it. “What’s that? A special drink? You like refreshing drinks in the morning? I can whip you up something really special.”

“I’ve already given Lena what she needs,” Kara mentioned in passing and moved between the stove and the cupboards to get the plates ready before any of the food had cooked. “Why don’t you sit down, James? You’re only getting in my way.”

The slight, enigmatic smirk on Kara’s lips felt personal, and Lena soon realized the only thing worse than having James in her kitchen was his presence at the table. His dark eyes and lazy smile were trained on her, and she tried not to glance in his direction while Kara’s seed slowly trickled out of her cunt. There would be a slick patch of essence on her robe by the time breakfast was over.

But she made it worse for herself, in spite of her inner monologue warning her not to do it.


Whenever Lena’s gaze darted to Kara, her pussy spasmed, and she blamed the alpha for her libidinal impulses. The aroma of bacon and toast filled the kitchen, but she hungered for something else entirely as Kara plated eggs and served up breakfast for each of them.

“If you aren’t satisfied, there’s more I can give you,” Kara murmured, and the intense eye contact she held with Lena brought heat to her cheeks.

Lena’s omega was eager and receptive to the suggestion, and the sweeter scent of her pheromones became flirtatious.

Unfortunately, James thought they were meant for him, because he made sure to catch Lena’s eye.

“If there’s extra, I’ll take it. I have a big appetite.” James lifted his chin and his arrogant musk said it wasn’t his stomach he was referencing.

It was petty on Kara’s part to hand James a plate with the least crispy slices of bacon and unbuttered toast, but he never mentioned it as he dug in. Lena caught the flicker of disdain on Kara’s face and bumped knees with her under the table.

The subtle contact shifted Kara’s attention and Lena gasped at the possessive weight of Kara’s palm on her thigh.

Lena didn’t know how to react at the slow glide of Kara’s fingers slipping beneath the flimsy silk of her robe, though her omega reacted and she slid down in her seat to part her thighs.

“You can eat the rest on the road. If you don’t leave soon, you’ll be stuck in Midvale, and I know how much you hate small town life.” Kara’s tense smile wasn’t friendly, and she hid her annoyance by chewing viciously at her food and palming Lena’s inner thigh.

“I could get used to it if I had a reason to visit more often.” James flashed a private smile at Lena and placed his hand right above the spot where Kara’s rested.

Hilariously and awkwardly, they touched each other and Lena smirked as the two idiots realized they had the wrong person.

Lena bit into a slice of bacon and waited for the chaos to ensue, which it did promptly — James scraped his chair back and stood up, inflating his chest in front of Kara.

Matching him toe for toe, Kara also shot out of her seat and turned him around towards the door. “Let me just see you out. Lena’s not properly dressed for this cold weather.”

James decided to shoot his shot and glanced to Lena with entreating, lustful eyes. “Yeah, you must be cold in that little robe. You want me to stick around and keep you warm?”

It was a tad cruel to hesitate to answer after Kara pounded her throughout the kitchen more times than a kneaded dough. Lena sipped her drink and flicked her lashes between them just to make Kara even more wildly jealous.

“I’m going to bundle up and head out to tend to the animals this morning.” Lena finished her drink and set the glass down, leaving much of her breakfast untouched. “I need to shovel out a couple of pens. Are you up for that?”

As a city dweller herself, Lena knew that few other things would deter James from staying like cleaning up horse shit. She saw the glimmer of fear in his eyes and how he backed towards the door without Kara needing to put extra pressure on him. Kara shoved him a little anyway, and Lena smiled as James tried to backtrack.

“I actually forgot about some errands I need to run.” James scrunched his face up in determination to name one. “Gotta stop at the store and pick up my dry cleaning. Busy week ahead at work.”

“Well it sure was nice to see you.” Kara cut him off before he rambled further excuses, and herded him out of the house so fast that she shut the door on his foot. “We’ll catch up after the Holidays. Maybe.”

He grunted in pain, and Kara pretended not to hear him in the ensuing struggle to free his boot. She latched the lock once he was gone and dusted her hands like she had taken out the trash.

It didn’t seem to matter that this wasn’t her home, or that Lena didn’t belong to her in any way, shape, or form.

Kara still postured the way an alpha sweet on an omega might, with her chin held high and her muscles tensed to show off. She strutted about with her fists on her hips and swaggered towards the kitchen like she expected them to actually sit and eat breakfast together.

Lena was tempted to allow it, but she had meant what she said about not wanting a relationship, and she feared the domesticity of sharing breakfast would send Kara the wrong signals.

“I wasn’t joking about the pens. Feel free to finish breakfast before heading off.”

The frosty tone halted Kara in her tracks, and she floundered for a fraction of a second before grabbing her coat. “It’s too cold for you to be out there for that length of time. I’ll handle it.”

Lena knew she would have been better off eating toast and eggs, but instead she stubbornly grabbed her own coat. “We can both do it.”

Kara appeared ready to argue, but she shut her mouth and headed out to shovel manure in a way Lena somehow found attractive.

The quiet grunts of exertion and the perpetual flex of Kara’s arms showed stamina and strength, and Lena’s omega lusted for a different kind of demonstration of power.

Kara filled the wheelbarrow and took it straight to the compost heap in the snow. The frozen temperatures weren’t to blame for Lena shivering.

The warmth inside her newly heated barn didn’t even help, and she didn’t pitch in at all as Kara took over the whole process.


She patted a few of the horses and attempted to overcome the pull of her libido, but soon she was recanting her decision to kick Kara out after sex.

“Actually, I could use some help with dinner,” Lena blurted and put out her hand when it seemed that Kara was finished and prepared to go. “I know I invited you as a guest, but my lower back is bothering me and I have a slight headache. Would you mind sticking around and pitching in?”

Faking ill wasn’t the smartest way to keep Kara at her house. She learned that almost immediately as Kara’s eyebrows shot up and she rushed Lena inside and onto the couch.

“I was worried this would take too much out of you, and it looks like I was right.” Kara sighed and reached for a thick wool throw blanket to cover Lena up.

“Kara, I’m fine. I just wanted you to peel some potatoes, not tuck me in and read me a bedtime story.” Lena glanced down at her arms that she could no longer move and glared at Kara in reproach through her lashes.

“You said your back hurt—"

“Only because you blew it out earlier,” Lena quipped and tossed off the blanket to march into the kitchen. “I just have a lot to do before everyone arrives. I need to hide all of the evidence that I’m pregnant.”

She swiped up her pre-natal vitamins and started stacking her parenting books in a box. Even a single clue would tip-off Sam, and then Lena would never hear the end of it. Sam would go into protective mode and show up at her house every day when she already had enough stress of her own.

“Oh,” Kara exhaled, loud and over exaggerated as she blinked at Lena and took in the utter chaos that they left behind. Breakfast was still on the table and the dirty pans and dishes would need to be washed. “You go find a hiding place for all of that. I’ll grab a fast shower and then clean up the mess that we–-”

Lena turned her sharp eyes onto her neighbor, and Kara immediately backtracked fast enough to choke on her own saliva.

“I made in the—in there,” Kara stuttered and flung her thumb over her shoulder while her gaze inadvertently went to the apex of Lena’s thighs.

“Okay, great—good plan,” Kara blurted, and spun on her heel to hide her mortification in the pantry.

Lena became flustered from the memory of how amazing the sex had been and gathered what she could in her arms to run upstairs. She wasn’t avoiding Kara – she was getting out of her friend’s way as she cleaned up, that was all.

It wasn’t like the sight of Kara with her shirt sleeves rolled up tempted her omega to grab onto those muscular forearms.

Along the way to her bedroom, Lena hid items and moved others around. She kept pregnancy tests in her spare bathroom from when she was still in a state of denial, and she dropped them in the walk-in closet. Her prenatal vitamins and folic acid were disguised behind a large pack of Tums in the medicine cabinet, and she safely tucked all of her books under her bed in a box.

She should have gone back to the kitchen or did another sweep of the house for any miscellaneous items, like the little booties she bought online, or the newborn onesies Kara had brought over as a gift after Lena spilled her secret.

But it suddenly occurred to Lena that wasn’t the only thing she was spilling. She rubbed her thighs together as she thought of Kara downstairs laboring away with infinite amounts of energy. After the morning quickie, Lena should have taken a shower. She regretted that she hadn’t because of the unbelievable level of arousal she felt when she opened her jeans to find her panties soaked in seed and slick.

The worst thing she could have done was recline on her bed and rub her clit through her soaked thong, and yet she was a slave to her hormonal fluctuations. It was shameful how she came from the barest stimulation, and she blamed Kara for her lack of self-control.

In fact, she blamed her three more times before she realized the desperate scent of her omega might filter through the three stories of her home, but she still didn’t change her panties after finishing. She couldn’t rationalize why she enjoyed walking around with the remnants of what they had done sliding against her pussy, but her excitement was enough to convince her it would be fine.

She knew in her heart that it wasn’t, and this sort of behavior was better suited for mates than potential fuck buddies. Even so, she stuffed whatever feelings she had for Kara into the pit of her stomach and tried to pretend the only flutters she felt were in her cunt when she walked downstairs find the kitchen spotless and the pantry completely organized.

Kara had worked out the meal that Lena wanted to prepare by searching through the fridge. She was nearly done through slicing up the vegetables for dinner.

“Hey, did you take care of everything you needed to?” Kara asked through a smile and spared a glance Lena’s way as she peeled a few carrots to accompany the potatoes.

“Yes, I was very thorough,” Lena intoned with a lip bite and flicked her gaze to Kara’s pert ass while she was none the wiser. “I can take it from here if you want.”

“Why would you want to do that when you have me here to help you out?” Kara asked and cocked her head to the side and set the peeler down.

That was a charged question if Lena had ever heard one, and she picked up on Kara’s audacity with narrowed eyes. “While I appreciate that you’re such an enthusiastic volunteer, we should probably set up some boundaries.”

“You want boundaries for peeling potatoes?” Kara blinked, clearly not in tune with Lena’s tendency to interpret every comment as a cryptic message.

“Sex,” Lena corrected and slid by Kara to begin putting ingredients into a roasting pan. “You’re my neighbor, and you’re already like family because Sam is married to your sister. On top of that, you’re my vet. If we’re also going to be friends with benefits, shouldn’t we figure out some more ground rules? I don’t want this to become messy.”

Kara turned to her and sidled closer with an intrigued glance down at Lena’s thighs that she couldn’t disguise.

“Okay, that’s a fair point. The last thing I want to do is make our lives harder so a few rules should help with that. Why don’t you tell me yours and I’ll see if there’s any I want to add?” Kara suggested and leaned her hip into the counter. She crossed her arms and puffed up her chest, and Lena shrewdly pursed her lips at the display.

“Well, for starters you can tone down your posturing, especially around other people. I’m not your omega, so keep that in mind. No mate-like behavior. That goes for hand-holding and showing physical affection outside of the times we’re engaging in mutual gratification.” Lena lectured and witnessed Kara attempt to un-square her shoulders rather awkwardly and one at a time.


“I don’t want you discussing our arrangement with anyone else, either. This stays between us. The last thing I want is for this sleepy little town to think their newcomer is a sl–”

“Sexually active member of society. Got it,” Kara exhaled in a rush and moved toward the fridge to lift out the giant glazed ham that would take hours to slow cook.

Lena sucked on her teeth while she regarded Kara and her nonchalant way of handling her demands. She wanted to provoke the alpha for being so level-headed, probably because her own hormonal state was all over the place. “I want you to get tested. If you’re fucking me unprotected, then you need to prove you’re clean, and it means you need to wrap it up with anyone else you might sleep with over the next few months.”

Kara seasoned the counter along with the meat and her wide eyes tracked Lena across the kitchen as she laughed indignantly. “That should go both ways.”

“It does, and until then we’ll use condoms,” Lena uttered and went on to contradict herself so blatantly that she saw Kara’s eye twitch. “Just because I’m pregnant doesn’t mean I’m reckless.”

They both knew she had been reckless. It was how she ended up single, unclaimed and pregnant. It was the entire reason she had let Kara raw her with another alpha in her home only hours prior, and yet neither of them mentioned it. They stared at one another in silence for a few seconds, and then Kara turned the oven on to preheat.

“And how do we navigate this arrangement?” Kara asked with a curious lilt that sounded far too casual to actually be casual. “You just text me when you want things to get physical?”

“We’re mature adults. I’m sure we’re capable of honestly communicating our
needs when they arise.” Lena scoffed and wondered why she saw this as adversarial instead of mutually beneficial for them both. She assumed it came down to the vulnerability of admitting she needed Kara to provide her with what she currently lacked, and because of that she set harsher restrictions that her omega didn’t sign off on. “That being said, I’m not about to call you in the middle of the night, and I don’t expect you to drop everything to come over whenever I say I could use a good pounding.”

“Right, I can’t just leave a job, and I need to sleep as much as the next person. I’m pretty flexible during the evenings, and I’m free most weekends, depending on emergency call outs. If you’re good with that, so am I.” Kara rolled her shoulders and stuck her hand out like she expected Lena to shake on it.

Lena did shake on it, and then she turned around to stop Kara from glimpsing the irritation on her face. She wondered how they would pass the time until dinner and concluded that she should wash the scent of Kara off her skin before her guests arrived.

“Good, now that we’ve resolved all of that, I’m going to take a shower.” Lena pinned her neighbor with a stare and hurried out of the room and into the upstairs bathroom suite.

Out of spite, she scrubbed herself down twice and carefully cleansed the place between her thighs. She emerged from the bathroom feeling refreshed and picked out an outfit from her closet that she predicted would hold Kara’s attention: a burgundy dress, four-inch heels and a shade of lipstick branded as Sinner.

Kara must have run home to get ingredients and other clothes while Lena was upstairs. Lena strolled in to discover several no-bake desserts on the countertop and Kara in a wholesome sweater with a collared shirt underneath it. They looked each other up and down, and Lena’s cunt spasmed indignantly over the attraction she felt.

Before she came to her senses, she slipped one of her hands onto Kara’s chest and they kissed. Her lipstick rubbed off and Kara scooped her gently up. Kara massaged one of her tits through her dress, and they didn’t stop making out until the door opened. The sound of it shutting forced them apart, and Kara grabbed a kitchen towel to wipe off her face while Lena retreated to the bathroom.

“Lena? Hey, we’re a little early,” Sam called out and ushered her pups inside to find Kara hunching over a chair and unable to make eye contact.

“I see we’re not the only ones,” Sam murmured in suspicion to Alex, who came in last with a bottle of wine tucked under her arm and a freshly baked pie bought from the local bakery.

“Ah, I figured it would be nice if I whipped up some desserts since Lena cooked for us,” Kara suavely covered and jerked her thumb to the whipped cheesecake and chocolate mousse. “But hey, it looks like you guys had that covered.”

“Ka-raaa!” The littlest Danvers called out and rushed forward to greet her aunt with a big toothy grin.

Emily giggled as Kara lifted her up, and Ruby headed over to give her a hug, too.

“So, where is our host?” Alex asked and craned her head to look for Lena, who materialized seconds later.

“Right here, and apparently late to my own dinner,” Lena chuckled and opened her arms to hug Sam like she hadn’t seen her a few days ago.

Nobody except for Kara was aware that the lipstick she wore had been liberally re-applied. She pointedly refused to look at Kara in case her libido betrayed her in front of her friend.

“Wow!” Emily gasped and pointed to Lena’s dress with fascination. She wiggled until Kara passed her over to Lena.

The closeness brought heat to Lena’s cheeks and she imagined Kara passing her own pup to her years from now. It was a deranged thought and Lena was grateful that Kara stepped back to take the ham out of the oven.

“Lena you’ve outdone yourself. This smells fantastic,” Alex stated and headed over to the oven to help Kara take the food out. “Why don’t you guys take the kids to the table, and we’ll bring everything over?”

Sam grinned at her mate and slid her arm through Lena’s to guide her to the dining room with Ruby leading the way. “I knew there was a reason I married you.”

“There are several, and I love you too,” Alex quipped as she proudly postured with a spatula in her hand to plate the potatoes.

Sam fluttered her lashes and then turned her hawkish eyes onto Lena the moment the alphas were out of earshot. “Why are you dressed to the nines for a family dinner? Did the double date go well? Are you going out with him again tonight?”

“Him? Oh. No. God no. We didn’t hit it off at all.” Lena regretted that she happened to be distracted, since her slip-up instantly piqued Sam’s curiosity. She played it off and stroked back a few loose strands of her hair. “You forget I used to dress up all of the time when I went out in the city. I won’t get many chances to wear this now that I’m living out here.”

She also didn’t expect to fit in the dress for the whole duration of her pregnancy, but she didn’t tell Sam that she had concerns it would be too small soon. Her anxieties must have registered on her face because Sam grabbed her hand and dropped her voice to a more soothing tone.

“I know this is a big adjustment for you. I’m still surprised you decided to move here. You loved the city life — all of the restaurants, the clubs, the culture.” Sam pulled a napkin onto her lap and kept her head down like she was reminiscing about the good times they had together in the past. “Sometimes I still miss it. Why did you trade all of that for a farm in the middle of nowhere?”

“You’re my family. I like it here, and I needed to make some big changes.” Lena practiced that excuse in the mirror so many times before packing up her entire apartment. It sounded genuine, and at least the part about their relationship was true. She considered Sam her family, although her eyes roamed to the floor as she thought about the fetus inside of her and the secrets she wasn’t able to face.

Alex came into the dining room with the large honey ham on a platter. “You moved here at the perfect time. If this is your idea of a small Sunday dinner, I can’t wait for Christmas.”

“We’re doing Christmas all together?” Kara asked with a happy smile that she peculiarly turned onto Lena.

“This is the first I’m hearing about it,” Lena blandly explained, because if she said anything else, the risk of genuine excitement might ruin her perfectly laid out plan of appearing aloof.

She resented the quickened beat of her heart and how her breath stalled in her lungs when Kara sat across from her at the table.

The horny omega in her wanted to berate Kara for not sitting right beside her, though there wasn’t any safety in putting space between them. It made it harder to avoid Kara’s keen stare, and Lena caught herself pushing her tits out just to stop Kara from looking her in the eyes.

“So, you straight up thought we would leave you here all by yourself on Christmas?” Sam asked, her tone full of offence.

The hurt she portrayed with her face went deeper than pretending, and Lena immediately felt like an asshole for assuming she wasn’t invited.

“Nooo.” Lena lied, her elongated and high-pitched tone so blatant that even the kids squinted at her.

“You did!” Sam accused, and swiped Lena’s plate to pass over to Alex so her mate could serve her carved ham. “Oh my god, you just said we’re family, and you expected us to abandon you for your first Christmas in Midvale.”

“To be fair, that’s very on brand for my parents,” Lena interjected and regretted the joke when she saw how upset Kara looked on her behalf.

Lena lifted the glass of wine Sam poured for her without thinking. Fortunately the alcohol never managed to touch her tongue, and she sat it down abruptly and hoped Kara hadn’t noticed her near-slip.

“Well, you’re joining us this year, and likely every year after that until you find yourself an alpha you want to pop out–” Sam faltered mid-sentence as Alex cleared her throat. She blinked at her inquisitive pups who were hanging on her every word and sputtered, “Gum. Pop gum with–”

“I don’t foresee myself wanting to blow bubbles or anything else for a long while. I’m content by myself,” Lena candidly remarked and flicked her eyes to Kara as she realized how that sounded.

Kara’s smile was tenser than her shoulders, but she kept her head down and scooped roast potatoes and carrots onto her plate.

Neither of them were ready for Alex broaching the topic of romance next. “I heard it went well with Eve last night. She was all smiles this morning when I saw her at the bakery. Are you going to call her later?”

“She’s really sweet, but it would feel a little weird to date her because she’s always with the kids and I’ve known her since pre-school.” Kara stared owlishly at her sister like she hoped that was reason enough to drop it.

“Speaking of school, what about Miss Lane?” Sam uttered and turned her attention to Kara. “She was Ruby’s teacher last year and I hear she’s still single.”

“Lucy is single?” Alex asked, and while that was a perfectly innocent and reasonable question, Kara’s piqued interest was not.

Lena glared at the idiot as she sat up straighter, and then she felt a strange tension across her chest as she saw a smile form on Kara’s lips.

Kara noticed the affronted expression on Lena’s face and dropped her shoulders back to a normal height. “I don’t know if Lucy would be interested in me. Besides, being single isn’t all that bad.”

Alex made a noise of judgmental disagreement and helped herself to another portion of ham. “How long has it been since you got lai—layered up—and—ah, played in the snow? With an omega.”

Ruby stopped scratching her fork through her mashed potatoes and looked straight at Alex.

Kara began to respond with the truth, but the moment she breathed out “Hours,” Lena kicked her beneath the table and the sounds transformed to “Ooowwers.”

“Shouldn’t we choose a more appropriate topic for dinner conversation?” Lena shrilly demanded and played it off like she was worried about corrupting the oblivious children at the table.

“All I’m saying is that I think Lucy is your type, Kara.” Alex waved her fork at her sister with a piece of roasted carrot attached to it. “She’s sophisticated and attractive. You want a big family, and she loves kids. Plus, you’ve been lonely for a long time, so what do you have to lose?”

“Lonely?” Kara chuckled awkwardly at Alex’s assessment of her and shook her head. “I’m busy taking care of all of the animals in this town. I’ve been here helping Lena get settled on the rare days I’ve had off.”

Sam peered down at Lena’s hand as she passed the pepper to Kara with precise timing.

“See, this is why we invite you to parties,” Alex lectured in between sipping wine and tasting her dinner. “You can’t live your life for work. You’ve got to put yourself out there and meet people.”

Sam shifted with a sly glance at Kara and poured the kids some water. “Which reminds me, you’re coming to the New Year's party, right?”

Kara puffed out her cheeks and looked ready to decline the offer until Alex put her fork down. “Golly, I’ve been so busy, I’ll have to think about it.”

“No way, you loved going to the city for Halloween,” Sam protested and elbowed Lena to get her in on the orchestrated peer pressure. “Tell her she can’t miss this, Lena.”

For a precious second Lena’s motor functions shut down and she stared unblinking at her meal. She jolted out of it due to the adrenaline and panic that rushed through her veins.


“You were at the Halloween party?” Lena breathed and swallowed thickly.

“Yeah, she rocked up as The Mandalorian, didn’t you, you big nerd?” Alex teased and reached out to slap Kara on the shoulder.

Kara shrugged her off with a sigh and stole a roasted potato from Alex’s plate. “Hey, I wasn’t the only one. A lot of people dressed as The Mandalorian.”

Lena’s color drained from her cheeks and her lashes fluttered, but she was unaware of her own extreme physical reaction to Alex’s words. She stood up and started to walk to the kitchen when she fainted across the floor.

It happened faster than she realized, and soon she was blinking up at five concerned faces leaning down over her. Kara flashed her phone light into Lena’s eyes and frowned.

Lena remembered a number of things about the night that someone knocked her up. The main detail that stuck in her head was the alpha’s costume: the Mandalorian mask, the baby Grogru that was part of the whole get-up, and the muscular build of the person underneath. The description matched with Kara, although plenty of others wore the same Star Wars clothes, and a lot of them had flirted with her in her belly dancer garb. They all eyed her up in her skimpy little bra top and low-cut pants, and it would have made sense if Kara hadn’t recognized her back then, because she was wearing a face veil.

“Lena, speak to me,” Kara breathed in fright and checked the pulse in Lena’s wrist.

Lena winced more from her epiphany than from her fall and sat up before anyone could assume the worst. She had landed on the carpet, and she hadn’t hit her head or sustained any obvious injuries.

“I’m good.” Lena brushed Kara’s hand off her and stood up in a way that alarmed Sam into grabbing onto her.

Lena hardly registered Sam’s touch as she wondered if Kara could be the sire to her pup. She wanted immediate confirmation if that was the case.

“You’re good? You could have fooled the hell out of me,” Sam commented and ensured that Lena was sitting before berating her. “Did you eat today? The last time you fainted in my presence, you were overworked and underfed.”

“We should take you to the local clinic or even the hospital to get checked out,” Kara insisted and lifted her phone to call for an ambulance.

“I just had a little shock, but I’m better now.” Lena wrenched the iPhone from Kara’s hands and filled an empty glass with water, which she drank.

“Shock?” Kara parroted in confusion. She looked ready to press Lena on what she meant and got no further than parting her lips.

Sam motioned to Alex to take the kids back to the table and directed Kara to the kitchen with clear instructions. “Get me a cold compress, warm tea, a blanket and a thermometer.”

“I don’t need all of that,” Lena hissed in annoyance and avoided Sam’s scrutiny by choosing to study the carpet as her best friend marched her into the living room.

She sank onto the sofa with a guilty pout and reflected on the poor choices she made to end up in that position.

“I know, but you need to tell me what the hell is going on, and this gives us about three minutes of privacy, so I suggest you don’t waste it.” Sam’s no-nonsense stern face was the exact one she used with her kids, and Lena was ashamed to find it worked on her just the same.

Lena tugged on the ends of her fingers and pressed her lips together to delay the inevitable, and then cracked under Sam’s heavy stare.

“You remember the morning after the party, when you asked if my office had been
raided while we partied, and I explained the wild night of debauchery I’d had? I just remembered the alpha’s costume.”

“Nooo,” Sam exhaled in surprise, her eyes comically wide. She gaped at Lena and no doubt recalled the sparse details she provided about how she had been thrown around and fucked by an alpha she described as a beast in the best possible way. “You think Kara was your mystery hook-up? She’s such a goofy sweetheart!”

The rest of dinner was beyond awkward after Lena shared her speculation, in part because Sam kept staring at Kara to the point that Alex was perplexed by her fixation.

Lena could only imagine what her best friend would tell her mate, and she worried it would get back to Kara before she had even had the chance to work out the truth from the reimagined fiction in her head.

After all, it was entirely possible that her mind had conjured up images to fit the narrative she might want, given how sexually compatible they seemed to be.

She devised a plan to get Kara all to herself the moment Sam and Alex got the kids
in their coats. Her plot involved sliding Kara an extra slice of pie before she could get up. “You helped prepare the dinner, so stay put for dessert.”

“You stay put,” Kara instructed with a worried glance down at Lena’s flat stomach. “You’re the one who fainted. I’ll clear all of this away.”

Lena chose not to argue because she could probe for information the longer Kara stuck around to help her. Kara walked Sam, Alex and the girls out before she returned to take care of the dishes.

“You know, I’m surprised I didn’t see you at the Halloween party. Were you hiding out with someone there?” Lena tried to needle Kara for any information by plying her with a big squeeze of whipped cream to accompany her dessert.

“Hiding out?” Kara echoed and dug her spoon into the pie to scoop up some glazed sweet apples. “Alex threw me to the wolves early on and insisted I mingle with some omegas.”

Lena pinched her lips together at the non-answer and added another squirt of whipped cream to Kara’s plate to distract her into talking. “Oh? And did you meet anyone?”

“I met a lot of people that night,” Kara replied, blushing scarlet and fiddling with her glasses as Lena slinked closer. “I’ll admit it’s all kind of blur. I was nervous and I drank a bit more than I usually do.”

Lena slipped her hands underneath Kara’s sweater and unbuckled her leather belt. She massaged the soft bulge in Kara’s pants and opened her mouth so that her neighbor could feed her a bite of the delicious pie.

“So you struck out with a lot of omegas?” Lena intoned bluntly and waited with bated breath for Kara to dash her suspicions.

“There was this one omega I met.” Kara sighed in pleasure and glanced down at Lena’s skilled hand that was working over her semi-hard cock. “We had a fun time together, and I wrote my number on a post-it and left it by her desk. It’s not important now. I never heard from her.”

Lena froze with her fingers part way inside of Kara’s boxers. The alpha who tore apart her office hadn’t left a number - and that meant that Kara couldn’t be responsible for getting her pregnant, unless Lena had somehow missed the post-it or discarded it by accident.

She couldn’t be certain without describing her own costume or any details of her sexual encounter — and she didn’t want to do that, in case she sounded like a whore. Kara might judge her if she wasn’t also a guilty party, and Lena relied on her neighbor far too much to let that happen.

The only reasonable way forward was to do some careful sleuthing. She would have to bring up the Halloween party the next time she saw Sam and pump her for more information. On top of that, Lena could call her friends and co-workers and subtly gather clues, and if all else failed, she could resort to genetic testing.

Her eyes fell onto the knives resting on the table, but it would be insane to draw blood like that. She kissed Kara’s neck and pulled her cock out, then slid onto her lap.

“I can’t believe your hook-up didn’t reach out,” Lena sighed in self-deprecation. “She sounds like an idiot.”

She shuddered at the soft caress of Kara’s warm, calloused hands hiking up her dress. Slow gyrations brought Lena’s panty covered cunt right to Kara’s thickened length, and she rolled her pelvis to grind against the stiffened shaft.

“Oh, no, I’m sure she was very smart.” Kara insisted, though the crinkle between her brows told Lena that she also had little recollection of events.

Between her heat, the alcohol, and the black-out orgasms, it was a wonder Lena even remembered her own name afterwards.

It wasn’t fair to blame Kara for her poor choices, but Lena did it anyway by vindictively scraping her nails over Kara’s scalp to pull on her hair. It was such a typical alpha move that it surprised them both, and if Kara wanted to protest, she certainly thought better of it as Lena rocked herself along her cock.

The wide girth spread her pussy lips even through her panties, and Lena enjoyed the sight of Kara’s cock shimmering from her slick.

She wanted to pretend it was all hormonal, that her need for sex was purely driven by her pregnancy, yet she knew it was all Kara’s doing. All of that sweetness she possessed was rolled into a phenomenal lay, and Lena wanted a repeat performance.

“The only thing that should be on your mind right now is how tight I’m going to be wrapped around you, Kara,” Lena stressed, because hypothetically discussing herself in the third person was infuriating her and she couldn’t possibly be jealous of herself.

“Is this why you wore this dress, Lena? Was it for me?” The hope in Kara’s voice sent tremors through Lena, and she whined as the alpha palmed at her ass and kissed over the swell of her tits.

“No, the host should always look flawless,” Lena lied, her cheeks rosy and eyes lidded as she lifted herself up to pull her panties aside.

Kara’s tip poked into the wet little cove of her entrance, but she grabbed Lena’s hips to stop penetration.

“Wait,” Kara groaned, her anxiety spiking Lena’s as she stared into her eyes like she suddenly remembered they did this two months ago.

“What?” Lena hissed, her breaths labored from panic.

“Do you have any condoms?” Kara asked, reminding Lena of her own stupid rules. “I think I have one in my wallet if you don’t.”

“Sure, I stocked up on latex along with my prenatal vitamins and antacids,” Lena sarcastically stated and glowered at Kara for asking such a foolish question.

She rebelled at the idea of Kara being sheathed in anything other than the slippery warmth of her cunt, and rocked forward to tease them both by submerging Kara’s tip in the fluttering heat of her entrance.

Lena bore down just enough to keep the fantasy of unprotected sex alive in her mind. She pouted dramatically at the sight of Kara’s wallet.

The alpha thumbed the leather open to procure a bent foil packet that looked like it had spent years tucked away and forgotten.

The sensible side of Lena wanted to point out that the quality of it might be compromised, but her omega’s promiscuity counted on it. With any luck, the thing would tear, and she would be fully sated with an overflowing pussy.

“When did you buy that, back in college?” Lena snidely remarked, because her frustration had to come out somewhere and she couldn’t direct it at herself forever.

She took it out on Kara by judging the alpha as she tore into the foil packet and gawked at the incompatible size of her cock trying to fit in the latex.

“It’s either this or nothing,” Kara grunted and rolled the thick ring over her swollen tip. It stopped part way down her shaft, unable to slide over the bulk of her cock.

Given that Lena was at fault for suggesting they use condoms, she couldn’t change her mind about engaging in unprotected sex.

It vexed her to be denied what she truly desired, and vindictively treated Kara to the same torment by refusing to sit still so Kara could push into her cunt.

The foolish game of denial lasted until Kara’s dwindling patience ran out and her alpha took full command of the situation. They hadn’t even put most of the dessert away, and Kara spread her out on the table with her legs open wide.

Lena’s dress was bunched about her hips and there was no hope of reaching the zipper at her back with how Kara pinned her between the plates to stare at her cunt. A clear drizzle of arousal covered Lena’s fingers after she rubbed them over her clit, and Kara aligned herself with a rumble of approval.

The sudden thrust shook the entire table, and Lena whined at the euphoric sensation of being spread so thoroughly. She wasn’t proud of her lack of restraint and how she clawed at the front of her dress to pop her tits free of the restricting fabric.

Kara groaned at the sight of them, and Lena was convinced she felt her cock stiffen even more as she pinched at her nipples.

“You really like my tits, don’t you?” Lena bragged and cupped them in her hands to flaunt the dusky rouge of her nipples. She plucked them gently to entice Kara forward and moaned at the barrage of thrusts that resulted from her seduction. “Are you thinking of how full and sensitive they’re going to get over the next seven months?”

“You’ll need me to play with them a lot, Lena. We’re talking daily, maybe multiple times the closer you get.” Kara acted like it was given she would be the one to take care of Lena sexually for the duration of her pregnancy. She palmed at the soft swells of Lena’s breasts, massaging with a strong grip to make her nipples ache pleasantly for the warmth of her mouth.

Lena hissed at the wet pucker of Kara’s lips and the hot suction that followed. She rolled her pelvis for every quickened thrust and gyrated to gain friction against her clit. They moved together in their lust, and the large table protested Kara’s rough, deep strokes.

Lena could feel Kara’s centripetal force in her cervix, and she spasmed from the hard slams. Her arousal gushed all over Kara’s cock, and she blushed from the strong contraction of her pussy. She clung to Kara’s latex-clad tip, and her inner heat massaged the exposed part of her shaft.

“Fuck, you undo me,” Lena whimpered and scraped her fingernails through her hair. She lifted her head to glance at the hot color of her cunt and the opal slick that was all over the condom.

Kara pulled out with the same level of intrigue and slotted back inside with a more languid thrust. The slow pumping was a contrast to Kara’s speed, and it was just what Lena needed to writhe from orgasm. She pivoted with her hips and sighed at the enduring high of the sensations.

“Your pussy is so wet and warm and beautiful on my cock.” Kara gaped at the bloom of heat between her inner lips and the rosiness of her clit. She rubbed it methodically and picked up the pace as Lena’s inner tension began to taper.

Hearing those praises from Kara’s lips did more to her than she cared admit – and not just physically, but it affected her emotional side, too. She lifted her tits and squeezed them until her fingers left white marks in their wake. Kara took the hint and flicked her tongue over Lena’s nipples in between thrusts.

“Keep clenching like that – you’re going to make me come, Lena,” Kara groaned and pounded into the fresh slick inside of her. “You’re good at that, aren’t you?”

“Better than good. If you could feel me properly, you would have already come twice.” Lena teased the head of Kara’s cock with her inner fluttering and reached down to grab hold of the thick knot base. She played with it between her thighs and caressed her silk all over the girth. Her touch stoked Kara’s passion and the throbs of seed burst the condom. They both retrieved the broken latex from between her legs, and Lena pulled at Kara’s cock to cover her pussy with the expulsions.

“Look at your seed all over my cunt, Kara. You were thinking about this during dinner, weren’t you?” Lena gasped at the last blast that painted her stomach and moved her hand more vigorously in the hopes of stroking out more.

“Actually, I was thinking of this,” Kara rumbled and pulled out of Lena’s grasp before she could guide her back into her still quivering cunt.

Lena didn’t need to ask for clarification —it was abundantly clear what Kara meant the moment she manhandled her into a breeding position right there on the table. With her knees tucked under herself and her cheek pressed against the tablecloth, Kara seemed hellbent on making her the centerpiece.

“If everyone had been late showing up, I would have mounted you before dinner.” Kara’s raspy tone sent shivers through Lena, and she held still while the alpha unzipped her slowly. She peeled the dress off of Lena all the way down to her hips and left it there for something to hold onto as she climbed onto the table and sheathed herself back inside Lena’s silken opening.

Kara’s confident attitude about rutting her across the dining table inspired memories of being held down against her desk and fucked into oblivion. Lena experienced a dizzying rush of arousal as past and present blended and encouraged her to give herself over completely. If it was possible to present any better with Kara reaching between her thighs to massage her clit, she would have done it.

Lena exhaled an airy moan, and her jaw went slack at the first firm touch to the back of her neck. Kara’s thumb grazed the sacred spot meant for a claim, and Lena slid her hands forward to grip the edge of the table as the plates began to rattle with the energetic slam of Kara’s quads. “God, your dominant streak runs deep, doesn’t it? Nobody suspects you have it in you.”

“Technically you have it in you right now, and potentially all night if you’re willing to be a good girl,” Kara shot back with a self-satisfied smirk that Lena could hear in her tone. She hunkered over Lena to really let her feel the work of her body and bottomed out with a few rapid and precise strokes that hit Lena right where she needed it inside.

Lena was shamefully willing to be anything if it ensured Kara would continue to rail her, and that was evident from the internal convulsions that rippled over Kara’s thick shaft.

"That depends on what it entails. What do I have to do to be good in your eyes?" Lena gasped in response to Kara slamming her deeper and locking her arms behind her to keep her in that position.

She strained on the oak table, accentuating the curve of her lower back. They merged with more aggression and lust, and Lena looked through the window at the vast field of snow behind her home and wondered if Kara would still be rutting her like this for months to come. Kara slipped a hand under her and came closer to kiss her neck. Pressed down into the table, Lena experienced an incomparable fullness and Kara’s rocking pushed into the confining limits of her pussy. She began to sweat from satisfaction and the blinding, single objective of pleasure. Kara’s cock rubbed into the focal point of her passion and her fingers took care of Lena’s clit. Rarely ever in her life did Lena make incoherent noises during sex — but she could only articulate soft “uhh” sounds and gasps.

“You feel my knot, Lena? Push back against it,” Kara instructed and hooked her fingers around Lena’s shapely hip to pull her into every thrust with pure determination to make it fit. “I’m going to stretch your pretty pussy the way you deserve.”

There was no worry of getting knocked up since she was already pregnant, but the intimacy of knotting frightened Lena. Just not enough to override the salacious tendencies of her omega. She whined while rocking backwards onto the swollen bulk of Kara’s base. The heated protrusion pressed into her tender entrance, and Lena’s breath caught in her throat as Kara bucked.

The wide knot forced through Lena’s restrictive tunnel and then slipped out, and it took her a moment to comprehend that Kara was going to thrust with it. The sordid sounds of their pleasure carried around the whole room, and Lena quaked internally and lost control of her limbs.

The girth of the knot rubbed her in extraordinary ways, spreading the narrow space between Lena’s pussy lips and sating her need to be full. She rested her hot face against the cool wood surface beneath her and gave in to the sway of Kara’s motions. Her slick entrance tightened around Kara’s cock, and her body refused to relinquish the knot.

That night, Kara bent her over nearly every surface in the house, and they broke a lot of furniture – including two chairs, a leg on the kitchen table, and her bed frame.

Two weeks later, when everyone was gathered at Lena’s home for Christmas Eve, Sam stumbled upon the ruined chairs in the storage closet while looking for more seating.

“What the heck happened here?” Sam asked, conjuring up all of the best highlights from that night.

In the span of time since then, Lena was grateful they hadn’t managed to cause more damage. Kara came over every day to pitch in with the animals, and inevitably Lena cajoled her inside with her tits and a mug of hot chocolate. She purchased a whole new wardrobe for her new life in the country, which involved a lot of blouses with buttons she could easily pull open.

“Oh, those were so poorly made,” Lena lied and picked up one of the arms from a chair to look at the splintered wood.

“They’re oak,” Sam balked and shut the door on the storage closet without taking any of the ruined chairs.

They wandered into the foyer just in time to witness Kara trudge through the front door covered in a dusting of snow with four chairs stacked in her arms. The thick wood wasn’t the only kind she was sporting, and Lena sank her teeth into her lower lip as she eyed the bulge in Kara’s jeans.

“How’d you know we would need those?” Sam asked with a suspicious lift of her brows. She was all set to make speculations when Kara laughed and nodded toward the ruckus in Lena’s dining room.

“It’s never a real Danvers’ Christmas unless our neighbors stop by,” Kara explained, more for Lena’s benefit than to sell the lie they mutually refused to acknowledge in front of their friend. “You should be used to that, Sam. We always need more chairs.”

“I can’t even pretend to hate it. Nobody shows up empty-handed and everyone helps pitch in for the clean-up,” Sam divulged, and looped her arm through Lena’s to drag her into the living room, where Alex had started a roaring fire and the kids were already sticky from eating candy canes.

The huge Christmas tree was one Kara had chopped down herself. Though Lena had protested heading out to the forest one bitterly cold morning to pick the one she wanted, she loved watching Kara swing her axe. The sex afterwards was almost as invigorating, and she decorated the whole tree in a daze with Kara placing the ornaments on the highest branches.

“Something tells me you go all out for parties,” Lena commented with a sly glance at Kara as she poured her a cup of homemade eggnog.

“Especially at Christmas,” Kara agreed and took a hearty drink of the spiced stuff in her mug.

They set up a buffet-style dinner for everyone to help themselves, and Lena inconspicuously avoided all of the alcoholic punch, cider and wine. She thought she had gotten away with it until Sam noticed her huge plate of food and the sad cup of milk she poured out.

“Lena, what are you drinking?” Sam laughed in disbelief and ladled out a glass of a purplish drink from a giant bowl with oranges swimming in it. “You have to try Alex’s punch. You’ll be feeling in the Christmas spirit in no time.”

Lena flashed a panicked look in Kara’s direction and passed over her glass of punch as soon as Sam turned her back.

Kara gulped it down, and so began a pattern of Sam re-filling Lena’s glass. She dumped the next cup in a plant by the door and sipped her milk while everyone was distracted.

Jon and Meghan stopped by with cranberry stuffing, and soon the house was full of couples and their kids – Brian and Nia Dox knocked on the door with their three-year-old, Timothy. Kelly traveled in from the city for the night, and brought along her rugged and hunky sergeant, Ramona. Lena was shocked to discover that the James Olsen that she recently dated was Kelly’s younger brother. She realized that there must have always been few degrees of separation between her and Kara – and that upped the likelihood that she was pregnant with Kara’s pup.

With so many people around, Lena didn’t get the chance to cozy up to Kara the way she wanted. She found herself in the living room with all of the kids after dinner.

Emily occupied her lap and decided to twirl Lena’s hair. “What did you ask Santa to bring you this year, Auntie Lena?”

“The same thing I always ask for,” Lena uttered and scrunched her nose playfully to make Emily giggle. “Lots of toys for you and Ruby.”

“What about one for yourself?” Kara asked from the doorway, where she had propped her hip against the wood to watch Lena with the children. There was no telling how long she had been there, or what else she might have heard. The reddened hue of Kara’s cheeks and her relaxed posture said she had been slipped a few more drinks in Lena’s absence.

Lena was horrified by how endearing she found the alpha and noted the mistletoe she conveniently stood under. She shooed Emily off her lap and dared take a step closer as her gaze roamed over Kara from head to foot.


“I already have my own,” Lena whispered flirtatiously, and ruined the moment in a fit of blind panic by pointing aimlessly to the staircase. “Second drawer in my nightstand, can’t live without it.”

“I guess I’ll have a word with Santa to bring you something better than that,” Kara intoned with a meaningful glance that Lena couldn’t avoid.

Whether it was the Christmas Spirit or their natural magnetism that brought them together, Lena found herself tucked into Kara’s strong arms. She thought nothing of tipping her head up for the sweet kiss against her lips and caught herself wishing for her own happy little family.