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Disobedience and Devotion [Sequel] - Chapter 4

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It required a sort of contortion that would have been unseemly in the company of others, one that she no longer could achieve without effort. Her swollen belly put her at a disadvantage, and she ached all through her hips and lower back.

To her displeasure, Kara noticed her straining one afternoon. Lena feared it would start another argument about her lying in, but instead she was met with gentleness and help.

Kara took care of her pains after that, massaging her back and feet and all the rest of her. Around the same time, little gifts began to appear in her bedroom—jewelry, scented oils, and boxes of sweets tied with ribbon. Somehow, Kara managed to finish with work at an earlier time each day and accompanied Lena on her strolls. She peeled apples with a knife she kept in her pocket and fed Lena the juiciest slices.

It must have been those tender moments that inspired Lena’s charitable heart.

“I’m going to bake pies for the fall festival, so that every child in town can enjoy the fruit from our orchard.”

She announced this to the kitchen staff first and grabbed an apron before Nia or anyone could shoo her away. Her enthusiasm was met with a peculiar silence, for ladies of her station never joined their servants in any part of food preparation. She managed to roll out several pie crusts before anyone gathered the courage to speak to her. The maids singled out Mabel, an older beta who had succeeded in reasoning with her in the past.

“My dear Lena, you can’t be far off from giving birth now. What if you tell us how many you need, and we bake the pies?”

Lena pushed her lip into a pout and glanced at the rolling pin in her hand. “Nonsense, this is something I can do to be of use. You have enough work already.”

Mabel was wise to withhold the sigh that expanded her chest, though she puckered her lips in consternation and rested her hands on her hips to show her frustration. “If Clark were to find you here as one of the house maids–”

“I will handle my husband,” Lena assured the kitchen staff, who by now were used to the tumultuous acts of warfare that she often waged against the alpha of the household.

This wasn’t one of them, yet they weren’t privy to that, and stood about in a state of unease as they considered what troubles might befall them for entertaining her whims.

“As for the rest of you, if you would be so kind as to begin the peeling and slicing of the apples, I dare say it will hurry this process along.”

It was crafty on her part to word it in a way that would seem favorable to them.
Lena smiled privately as the betas rushed to scrub the bushels of apples.

They worked in silence until an assembly line naturally formed. Mabel kneaded the flour and butter for the dough while Lena passed off the pie crusts that she worked into sturdy baking dishes to be blind baked.

Nia pitched in to peel apples with a few of the others. When the crusts were all finished, Lena inserted herself next to a chopping board to cut up the rest of apples.

Pleasant chatter filled the large kitchen, and Mabel took it upon herself to show Lena the measurements of the spices and sugar to make the most delicious pies. They filled each one and topped some with a latticework of leftover dough to make them pretty. The delicious scent carried through the household, and even Winn was drawn to the kitchen when the first freshly baked pies were pulled from the oven.

Lena was given the honor of cutting into one to test if it was cooked to perfection, and that was when Clark poked his head in.

Everyone lost their jovial spirit and froze upon hearing him clear his throat, and Lena turned to find her mate looming in the doorway with an unreadable squint on his face.

“Is this how you spend your time while I’m gone?” Clark uttered, stoic as ever as he strode forward to peer at the baked goods that lined the counters.

Lena expected a tongue lashing at best for being on her feet and froze as she came face to face with the potential consequences of her actions.

Nia gave her a light nudge that prompted Lena to plate the first slice for Clark, though she was bold and lifted a fork to dig into it first to tempt her mate with a bite. She held it towards Clark while the staff all held their breath, and then pouted until her mate gave in and accepted the morsel.

A collective sigh of relief went through everyone as Clark plucked the fork out of her hand and snatched the plate along with it to dig in for another piece.

“I was inclined to reprimand you for doing too much, but perhaps allowing you in the kitchen is a wise choice. I have never tasted a pie so delicious.”

Lena stood close and with rapt breath as Clark ate the sweet apple pie. She smiled radiantly at the kitchen maids and chose that strategic moment to request other favors of her husband. “My dear, I baked these for the harvest celebration, so that all of the children in the town might have some. I will be accompanying you, will I not?”

At one time, it would have been an act of persuasion to slide her hand onto her middle. She did it out of habit and softened upon feeling a small foot prodding into her. Clark’s eyes drifted to her round belly, and Lena blushed as she coquettishly guided her mate’s hand to the spot.

“I have been thinking about starting traditions,” Lena imparted and touched the claim upon her neck. “It would better our town and someday our many children will partake in these festivities.”

Clark cleared his throat and swayed in uncertainty, soon coming to a decision that must have been informed by Lena’s allusion to giving him more pups. “Yes, of course we will attend the autumn festival. Nia, will you please ask Winn to prepare our carriages?”

“Right away, yes,” Nia nodded and exited the kitchen to seek out Winn in the orchards.

“My, Clark becomes more wrapped around his wife’s little finger by the day,” Mabel muttered to the gathering of servants.

Lena glanced back at the kindly older servant with a sly arch of her eyebrow and then placed a hand over Clark’s arm to lead him from the room. “You ought to see the nursery before we leave. It stands in a state of complete readiness.”

It had taken a long discussion to convince Kara that her stomach was swollen to such proportions not only because of the forthcoming birth, but because she carried more than one babe. She still had weeks to spare, although she wished she did not, tiresome as it was to be on her feet.

Her breathing suffered from taking the stairs up to the nursery, and she rested a moment at the top with her hand pressed over the large crest of her belly. Once inside the room intended for their children, Lena settled onto the rocking chair that Kara crafted herself during the summer months.

Two beautiful bassinets sat on either side of the chair with little white blankets covering the plain cots within.

A wooden dollhouse and a horse occupied one corner, and an ornate dressing table was made up for the care of future children. The new basin waited, along with a comb and brush and cloths for both of their babies.

“I see my mother and Alexandra have added their touches,” Kara remarked with the weight of emotion softening her words. She lifted the knitted quilt that was too big for Lena alone to have made in a few sittings and thumbed across the patchwork.

Kara’s own baby blanket made up the center part of the blanket, and Lena’s was joined to it with a beautiful design that bordered it all.

“They thought it would please us to have a token of love at hand. In the winter months while I sit here nursing our children, this will keep me warm.”

The gift had taken Lena by surprise, though the symbolism of it brought only tears of joy.

To be woven into the family was a special right, and one that her own mother might never have considered if not for Eliza reaching out to ask for the baby blanket.

Kara folded it with great care and left it on the small vanity already stocked with the goods a new mother wished to keep on hand. She traced a finger over a trinket box and glanced at Lena with playful accusation as she pulled over a stool and unshoed Lena’s swollen feet. “They dote on you.”

“It evidently runs in the family,” Lena noted with a flex of her toes and a grateful sigh.

Though she resisted the pull of becoming accustomed to giving in, Lena basked in it all the same and reclined as far as the rocking chair would allow.

Quiet sounds of contentment fell from her lips, and she moaned on occasion as Kara’s thumbs pressed into the aches she could not reach herself.

Kara’s affection took many forms since her pregnancy, and Lena no longer worried about her ready submission to her mate’s gentle touch. She resigned herself to how eagerly her omega attempted to sway her alpha into doling out the same sort of rubbing elsewhere.

In most cases, Kara was happy to oblige. The only downside to such tendencies was that Lena frequently went about her day wet between the thighs.

“How was the counting house today? You seem far more relaxed than usual.” Lena squinted at the faint smirk on Kara’s lips and puckered her own as she fought an impulse to demand more information.

Kara no doubt noticed, for she worked harder into the arches of Lena’s foot, and the lift of her chin was smug from the moans she produced. “The merriment of the festival has everyone in high spirits. Most of the protestors have taken to helping, as they have children of their own, and the business is good for the town.”

Lena perfected the art of beguilement by biting her lip and smoothing her hand over her round midsection. She did both as she moved her seat to Kara’s knee. “And have you discussed the rights of the Betas with our town council? Perhaps you can convince Mr. Henshaw that it would be in everyone’s best interests to make changes to the writ of law. If he supported the cause, the others would be sure to fall in line.”

Kara’s eyes clouded with shadows at the mere suggestion of acting as an intercessor. “In time, I will do my part to encourage it, but at this very moment my thoughts are of you — and our family.”

They had discussed Kara’s fears about their children, and Lena sensed those agitations would never truly subside. No matter the status of their pups, they would have to take part in a society that was fraught with injustice. Lena put aside her own passionate grievances for Kara’s sake and cupped her mate by the cheek.

“Let us go and celebrate all of the good you’ve done for us,” Lena intoned, reaching for Kara’s hand, and directing it to the bunched part of her skirts. “When we return home, I shall do ‘some good’ for you.”

The rigidity of Kara’s posture could not compare to the solid excitement which poked indecently at Lena’s backside. Neither of them mentioned it, though Lena made sure to settle firmly along it as Kara saw fit to inspect the hidden slick of her undergarments.

Kara’s full palm cupped her quite thoroughly, and Lena tried her best to behave in order to be petted.

The slow ministrations of those skilled fingers rendered Lena breathless even through the cotton, and she obediently held her knees parted.

Kara’s concentrated efforts encouraged Lena’s clitoris to throb, and she would have liked her mate to caress it unhindered. It pained her to avoid requesting what she craved, though she believed Kara wished to keep her in a pleasant daze of arousal by denying her any sort of release.

“We best be on our way if those pies you baked are to be eaten by the children,” Kara mentioned slyly and gave one last loop over the small bud.

They could not afford to spend more time indulging in their love if they were to make it to the festival. With the whole household in attendance, Lena imagined they would graciously share their private carriage. The thought must not have crossed Kara’s mind, for she hesitated once they ventured outside to the sight of her staff lingering in their best clothes.

Winn had fetched the stable hands, and the betas had hitched up a cart to bring bushels of apples, baskets of root vegetables, and the many pies all waiting to be sliced and devoured.

The maids and cooks wore bonnets and smiles, and the two carriages awaited them.

Nobody dared move before Clark did, and Lena felt a tremble of discontent work through her throat as her mate exhaled a sharp sigh and grimly uttered, “This won’t do.”

“Is it not to your liking?” Winn asked nervously and held his hand out to usher Clark toward the carriage.

“How are you all going to fend off the cold without cider?” Clark asked in return, his stern face cracking into a faint smile as he saw the confusion on Winn’s face break into a joyful grin. “Nia, escort Lena into the carriage while I fetch a second cart for transport. I won’t have any of you trailing behind on foot.”

Many stood with awe on their faces, though Clark paid them no mind as he slipped off his coat to hand Nia, and then walked off with the stable hands to rig up the second cart with bales of hay as makeshift seats. Winn fetched a barrel of cider from the cellar, and everyone brought their mugs along with hearty cheers for Clark’s festive spirit.

Lena accepted a good deal of help from her maids, and Nia clutched her arm until she was settled in the carriage. She looked out at the golden countryside and dreamed of the snowy winter. It would be many years before their children would be old enough to play on sleds, but she could already see them running into the forest together. The babe closest to her ribcage would be short and fast. The other child would have the longer gait and stop to gather up snowballs on the way. She smiled to herself at the vivid mental picture and sensed Clark’s eyes upon her.

“You are in an awfully good humor today,” Lena drawled and placed one of her dainty, gloved hands on Clark’s knee. “You have the excitement of a child in your eyes.”

“Perhaps all your talk of starting traditions has begun to rub off on me. I may be considering a few of my own,” Clark confided. He allowed Winn and Nia to accompany them for once in their carriage, while Mabel and some of the older betas took the second.

The rest of the staff happily climbed into the cart, and the coachman led them off with a sharp whistle.

The presence of others prevented Lena from inquiring about Clark’s traditions, though she refused to let it become an end to their flirtation. She clasped Clark’s hand and held it steady on her swollen belly with the certainty that every kick would invigorate her mate’s need to give her more pups in the future.

If the heated way Clark’s eyes landed on her own was any inclination, then they would likely require another carriage for their large family.

The carriage rocked over the cobblestones as they approached town, and the soft jostling reminded Lena of the times where she sat with her skirts up about her waist. Clark appeared lost in thought, and if not for the stiffness he tried to hide with his coat, Lena would have been none the wiser to where his mind had wandered.

“Winn, do you see that? They’ve strung up lanterns,” Nia cooed, her wide eyes twinkling in the passing light. They came to a stop soon after, and the sound of laughter and chatter met their ears as the carriage door opened.

Lena clung to her maid’s and Clark’s arm as she descended the steps and entered the enchanting spectacle. Little tents occupied the center of the town with the prettiest lanterns tied up to the posts in front of each shop. Everyone contributed to the festival from their own harvest. An abundance of apples bobbed in a large washing basin, and Lena pitched in to unload the pies from the cart.

She took pride in placing the sweet baked goods onto a table that Winn brought from the counting house. Clark fell into step with her and helped to lay out each dish.

“There’s nothing like fresh baked pie to improve morale in times likes these,” Mabel expressed as she took a large knife to one of the baked pastries.

Lena cut through one of the thick apple pies and smiled as children started to gather in front of her. A tiny girl named Esmé peeked over the side of the table, and Ruby lined up behind her with a little boy at her back.

“Apple pie!” Esmé declared and bit into her pastry with a great delight that smeared the fruit all over her chin. “Thank you, Mrs. Danvers!”

Clark slipped in beside Lena as she doled out sweets to the smallest of the bunch. “You have made a lot of children very happy today.”

“Happy and quite uncontrollable. Their mothers are going to have to a terrible time getting them to listen.” Lena sighed and observed all of the rowdiest ones of the group as they ran around. She glanced over her shoulder at Clark and cut him another piece with a glazed, sugary crust. “I dare say they are enjoying themselves, though. Would you like to stroll with me and eat that?”

Clark answered with a bite which left crumbs gathered at the corners of his lips. They twitched into the barest hint of a smile upon Lena’s immediate response to wipe them away with her thumb. They could have kissed right there beneath the lantern. The longing for it radiated from Clark and Lena stood ready in wait for it. She puckered at the lightest caress of Clark’s breath and pouted at the distinct ruckus of children rushing between them.

Their rambunctiousness drove them apart, though Lena caught the amusement in Clark’s eyes at being interrupted. She hoped Clark would react the same way when their own little ones were running about their legs.

“Come, there are plenty of stalls for you to take a gander at, and I feel inclined to spoil you,” Clark intoned, offering up his arm to chivalrously escort Lena down the beautifully lit streets.

They wandered among the crowd and shared pleasantries with a few friends. Several stalls were filled with freshly baked loaves and pastries, and others stacked with wheels of cheese in all sizes. Cider and ale were sold by the cask, and Clark finished off his slice of pie to buy a steaming cup of spiced cider to share while they walked.

Lena clutched the metal cup to keep the chill from her fingers. She blushed at the curious way Clark’s enigmatic gaze followed her every move.

They came to a stop by a stall that sold the prettiest handsewn leather gloves, and Lena gaped up at her mate as he removed a satchel of coins from his pocket. “Woollen mittens are fine for babes, but you deserve something better. Which ones are you drawn to, Lena?”

“These would do nicely for winter,” Lena replied and lifted a pair of fur lined gloves to slip onto her hands.

She had no need to try another set on, and Clark dropped coins into the merchant’s palm to cover the price.

They behaved like young loves in the middle of a courtship. Clark ushered her around and Lena remembered the days when they greeted each other in town.

“You should have approached me as a suitor years ago,” Lena chided and came to a pause beneath the lanterns that hung outside of the tailor’s shop. “What would you have done under such circumstances? Would you have bought me fine gloves and other luxurious trinkets?”

“I thought of it,” Clark reflected and took hold of her smaller, gloved hand. “A few years ago, after seeing you here, I considered going straight to your brother and asking for the privilege of marrying you.”

“And why did you not?” Lena criticized, pulling her brows together tightly and souring at the notion that Clark must have found some fault with her.

Clark regarded her with all the bewilderment of an alpha who certainly believed her mind was addled due to her condition. He led them out of the main street and towards the darkened buildings to whisper out of ear shot, “Circumstances were different then, and you, dear Lena, would have rebelled at the mere suggestion.”

“You cannot have known that,” Lena huffed in offense and bunched her skirts to swish them about her ankles in a display of annoyance. “I may have embraced the thought of courtship with you. Instead I was left to become the town pariah.”

It was a petulant act to be so beside herself at the perceived rejection. The baseless accusations she threw out were an attempt to soothe her ego, for even she knew how fickle she had been. If faced with the knowledge that her brother intended to hand her over like chattel, she would have raised hell, no matter who the suitor happened to be.

Clark’s features darkened from Lena’s surly attitude, and he postured with a glower of disbelief. “Surely you do not blame me for being reticent given all you know now? I kept my unwed status due to the risks. Your wild temperament could have been the end of me.”

“It still might,” Lena warned and prodded her mate in the ribs without a care to how it would spur on an argument. “If you entertained thoughts of making me your bride, you could have wooed me sooner.”

There was little point in being so cantankerous given the happy outcome of their marriage, but Lena embraced her mood. Kara’s emotions were like coals, and when so stoked, they could either produce infernal destruction or pleasant heat. Lena sensed it would be the latter as Kara’s hand slipped beneath her skirts and into the ruffles of her under clothes.

“Seduction only works if the other party is willing to be charmed. You would have only responded to direct discipline if I were to get my hands on you back then.” Kara ensured their eyes were locked before she soundly smacked the wet crest of Lena’s cunt with her warm palm.

The strike was by no means rough, but Lena gasped all the same and succumbed to the dominant demands of her mate’s pheromones. She pressed her shoulders to the cool stone wall of a building and spread her stance for more of the same treatment. They were hidden by shadows, and Lena exhaled a shaky breath of excitement as her pulse quickened.

“You wouldn’t have wanted me if I were easily tamed. You enjoyed being the one to do it.” The sultry accusation served as flirtation and Lena sank her teeth into her lip at the repeated slaps upon her tender mound. Each one sent heat all through her loins, and by the sixth, her slick coated Kara’s skin as liberally as her thighs.

“Just as you enjoyed submitting only for me,” Kara retorted and pushed two swift fingers into Lena’s quivering cunt.

The eager acceptance and strong contractions brought a smirk to Kara’s lips, and Lena bit at them in sexual retaliation as she tipped her chin up for a kiss.

Kara sought out the slick inner ridges that required a firm fondling. She crooked her fingers into the most sensitive little chamber and Lena huffed out exhalations of pleasure.

Against her skirts, Kara’s cock already formed a stiff point and jutted towards the sheathing place between her thighs.

“Shall I keep this warm for you?” Lena teased and moved her leather-clad hand onto the steepled part of Kara’s trousers.

She tugged at the buttoned front on the pants and slipped her fingers around the massive tip of Kara’s member. Her caress lasted but a brief instant before she retracted it with a coquettish blink at her mate. The flutter of her walls begged for the internal stretching she desired most, but she knew it would be denied while they remained out in the open.

She stroked the plump glans sparsely, aware of the frustration building within her mate on every instance she stopped her affection.

Lena rather enjoyed how Kara worked through it by pumping her strong fingers deeper inside. She quaked at the firm brush of Kara’s thumb upon her clitoris.

“If you mean to leave me in this sorry state, I will treat you to the same fate,” Kara promised, though Lena hardly believed she would with how diligently she worked a third finger into her cunt.

The desperate scent of her carried in the chilled wind and Lena used it to her advantage to call Kara’s bluff. “And have everyone in town think you neglect me while I carry two of your pups? You wouldn’t dare bring that shame upon yourself.”

Kara transferred a growl from her throat directly to Lena’s as she latched onto her claim and sucked. The forceful passion carried through her wrist and the slick noise of their love echoed with the damp breathy cries that Lena stifled with the aid of Kara’s shoulder.

She shuddered uncontrollably, overwhelmed with the raw urges of her omega that wished to present in the darkened alley to be bred anew by the only alpha worthy enough to have her heart. The hormonal shift sweetened her scent, and she whined, pitiful and needy as she clung to Kara and rocked her pelvis.

Pleading with weak whimpers, she embraced the instincts that led to an elation of the senses. She panted into Kara’s thick woolen coat and the cold around her ceased to exist as her face burned with the heat of sex. Her pupils expanded and her cunt rapturously clutched to Kara’s thrusting fingers, no longer willing to let go.

“Think of those early days when you wanted me. Was it my body you desired? Did you fantasize of my cunt all wet and full of your seed?” Lena removed her glove with her teeth and clasped her bare hand around the spherical head of Kara’s shaft.

She worked her fingers over it with the inclination to cover her underthings in Kara’s essence. Her palm was temperately warm from wearing her new leather, and she made use of it over Kara’s veined cock. It would no doubt remind Kara of the soft envelopment between her legs, and she rubbed herself for the benefit of stroking faster.

“I remember that you liked a certain dress on me. Your face lit up whenever you saw me in it, but now that I’m revisiting those memories, I have to wonder if it was the dress itself or my breasts. Could you see them better when I wore a tighter corset, Kara?” Lena pouted her lip for no other reason than to brush it along Kara’s ear as she whispered indecencies.

The length of Kara’s cock hefted and jerked, thick and violet-red from Lena’s handling. She tended to the robust tip and circled her hand over the rim that moved with her sensual pulling. Drips of pleasure ran over her and between her fingers, and she smirked at the hot yield for her efforts.

“How often did you dream of me taking that dress off and touching you like this? Did you foresee that I would be such a sexual creature once I was yours? Once I knew what it was like to have your cock so heatedly inside me?” Lena breathed in a moment’s respite to admire Kara’s entranced face, her lidded eyes, and loose lips.

“You will be pleased to know I handled myself with great frequency while I entertained the thought of you slipping out of those dresses,” Kara confided through harsh exhalations that blew wisps of Lena’s hair against her cheek. She cradled her palm against Lena’s cunt and massaged into the aroused partition where her clitoris lay between secret folds.

“Mm, and then slipping this into me?” Lena grinned against Kara’s parted lips and tugged swiftly at the thickened shaft. “I always suspected there was lust beneath your stoicism, even then. How fortunate that I get to experience it for the rest of my life.”

The warm glaze aided her intimate caresses, and she worked her wrist to tend to the full length of her mate. She wrapped her fingers over sensitive beginnings of a knot by the base and keened prettily like an omega in heat. The effects of her breathy sounds snapped Kara’s hips into action and she began thrusting with vigor.

“How you tempt me with all this talk. I may scandalize the whole town by bending you over right here to take my fill of you.” Kara’s impassioned growls were too loud to be discreet.

Without the sense of propriety to hold her back, Kara nipped and bit at Lena’s throat and squeezed at her so thoroughly that her breasts almost spilled from the fine gown.

“I would expect nothing less from an alpha of such standing,” Lena gasped, not in mockery but in exhilaration.

She shivered with untapped sexual potential and whimpered at the firmness of Kara’s fingertips on her little pearl. Each breath quickened in her lungs and she tightened her grip on the girthiest part of Kara’s member.

“How effortlessly you could have me right here for all to see. And they would respect you for it, wouldn’t they, darling?”

Lena couldn’t be sure if her salacious whisperings brought Kara to a jerking release before her own coincided with the hot outpouring of seed.

Blasts of pearlescent cream splattered across her hand, and she directed it to her cunt, which Kara tried to part with her fingers. It was a messy and hectic ordeal, and Lena only wished she could have seen herself as Kara did in that moment. With her skirts raised up to her mid waist and her rounded middle in the way, all she could witness was the lust written all over Kara’s face.

“For a moment I thought I may find myself stripped before the counting house,” Lena lilted, content to allow Kara the honor of fixing her skirts to conceal their debauchery. She did so while her cock remained proudly stiff.

Kara’s refusal to tuck it away hinged on whether or not she planned to use it again, and she inspected the nectar of Lena’s loins, translucent and fragrant on her fingers. “The night is still young, and I am not yet satisfied. Are you?”

The question brought a smile to Lena’s lips, and she opened them obediently the second Kara offered her a taste of her own slick. She sucked on Kara’s fingers, her own finding purchase on her mate’s erection as if she planned to carry on. The trouble they could cause one another seemed as endless as their greed for one another, and if not for the distinct sound of footfalls approaching on the cobblestones, they well might have continued.

Kara concealed herself, and she buttoned her pants and clasped Lena’s jaw with reflexes faster than most. She stared into Lena’s eyes as if holding a private conversation, and the mask of Clark slipped into place.

Henshaw rounded the corner and swept his wide-brimmed hat from his head. Two other alphas followed at his back, and they also removed their top hats in greeting.

“If it isn’t the lady of the hour, Mrs. Danvers,” Henshaw drawled, leering first at Lena and transferring his attention onto Clark as he complimented her. “Your wife’s baking has made this festival one to remember, Clark. She must have many secret talents.”

Clark turned to stride in front of Lena and obscured any of her lingering pheromones with his own.

“I wanted to make this an enjoyable day for all the town’s children,” Lena intoned and placed her hand softly on Kara’s shoulder as she breathed in the protective dominance that radiated around her.

Henshaw’s lips curled in amusement as he lowered his hat back onto his head.

“Oh yes, all of the children have gone home with full bellies, and now it is our turn for merriment and ale. The dancing has also begun. I don’t suppose you will be joining Clark out there?”

Lena slipped her gloved hand into Clark’s and coquettishly circled around him. “If he leads me. Dancing was never one of my strengths, since it is associated with courtship, and as I’m sure you know, no one wanted me for the longest time.”

She hooked her eyes into Clark with that comment and smirked, their argument of before forgotten.

“And now look at you,” Henshaw remarked with a raised hand to indicate Lena’s heavy middle. His slow forming smile shifted to one of intrigue and he stepped near to place his palm on the wide expanse of Lena’s belly. His gaze swept past her to land on Clark and he straightened subtly. “Coveted by all, and on the arm of the town's most prestigious alpha.”

Clark’s features remained steely and unreadable, though Lena sensed the irritation within her mate at Henshaw’s familiarity with her. She bowed her head in deference and humbled herself so as not to give any indication of her own discomfort at being under such scrutiny.

“You will find that luck has a way of falling at Clark’s feet,” one of the alphas confided with a laugh. “He’s the only man that can turn bad tidings to his advantage.”

“My fortune is more than mere happenstance, and my wife is a far better dancer than she lets on. Allow me to prove it,” Clark uttered with a degree of arrogance expected from him, and ushered Lena along the path and towards the town square where couples both old and new danced together.

The excuse to part ways brought them together, and Clark swept her carefully into his arms and guided her in slow step that resulted in the music losing its fast tempo. Smiling faces surrounded them and fell in line with the gentle pace so that Lena would not injure herself in trying to keep up.

“You’ve taken command of the dancers as expertly as you have my body,” Lena murmured in awe and pressed herself close to her mate. They were scant inches from being indecent as they maneuvered between friends and acquaintances, and Lena tipped her chin up to see the adoration on Clark’s face. “Am I to believe this is all for my benefit?”

Should anyone overhear the question they would mistake it for innocent. Lena hedged all her bets on it as she pressed herself forward to stimulate Clark’s hidden stiffness.

“Most of my undertakings are,” Clark husked seriously and moved the soft curl of Lena’s hair away from her throat. His fingers brushed over the marking of sharp teeth and slid under the curve of her chin. “Of the things that matter to me, you come above them all. In time, I will use my influence to move these people in different ways, and they shall dance to our beat, Lena, without even realizing just how much we’ve changed them.”

Lena swooned to hear that kind of talk and slyly narrowed her eyes as she glanced toward the carriage. “I do believe my feet are tired, darling. Won’t you see me home and into bed?”

Their conspicuous departure would surprise no one, since she dramatically lifted a hand to her belly and walked with feigned awkwardness.

Rather than bring an early end to the festivities for their servants, Clark agreed to return to town later that night. He would fetch the rest of them after Nia and Winn were settled at home with Lena.

Clark supported her with a firm hand under her arm and nodded goodnight to everyone they knew.

Lena had the entire carriage to herself while her mate acted as the coachman, and she was perplexed to find that exhaustion carried her off into a short nap during the ride. She awakened to Kara’s hand on the door, opening it and leading her down into the dark path to their home.

“I must have dozed a while,” Lena frowned and leaned on Kara’s arm to tread up each of the steps at the front of the house. “Thankfully I feel refreshed now.”

She began to pull on the ribbon of her dress that she could hardly reach at her back. It took some fumbling to get it to unravel, and she immodestly pried open her gown in front of the cold fireplace.

Their amorous glances would only get so far in keeping them warm, and Lena drew attention to how her nipples responded to the chill in the air. She traced the hard peaks with her fingertips, featherlight whorls that stoked Kara’s desire for contact. The warmth of her mate’s lips were a wonderful thing, and Lena whimpered as Kara saw fit to strip her entirely in spite of the cold.

“Oh you delicate thing, look how you shiver before me,” Kara noted and guided Lena onto the thick fur rug by the hearth to better admire her nakedness. She gathered logs she had split herself and started a roaring fire that kindled more than the wood that crackled.

“Won’t you warm me in other ways?” Lena coyly whispered and parted her legs the moment Kara removed her own clothes.

As the fire licked higher, so too did Kara. She began on her knees between Lena’s and held her pale thighs in a wide spread to nuzzle into her rosy soft slit. She placed kisses all over her mound and used the tip of her tongue to swipe between Lena’s silky inner lips to bathe her clitoris with fast flutters of love.

If only she could have witnessed her mate worship her so thoroughly. Lena lamented her own restrictions and stared at her round belly until the pleasure dropped her head to the fur. She moaned and sought out Kara with her hands, grateful for the way their fingers entwined.

“So even when I’ve behaved, you will find ways to provide me with a good tongue lashing,” Lena breathlessly remarked and rocked herself into Kara’s mouth to the sensation of laughter against her clitoris.

Light vibrations tickled through her loins and she knew without doubt that Kara lay smiling between her legs. Their good humor continued as Kara sucked on her with sultry growls that commanded her hips higher.

The effort was worth it for Kara surprised her with the hot probing of her oral tease. She lapped at Lena’s quivering entrance and grabbed fistfuls of her backside in her eager ambition to devour her completely. She would have succeeded had she not stopped short, and Lena let out a huff of offense as she teetered on the edge of a pleasure she keened to receive.

“If you leave me wanting after all of the romance we shared this evening, so help me I will raise hell,” Lena threatened with a quivery pout.

“And here I thought you were finally sweet on me,” Kara smirked and rolled Lena onto her side to come up behind her.

All was forgiven as Kara raised up her leg to situate the broad glans of her cock against Lena’s opening, and with a grunt of exertion, she pushed through the decadent slick in her cunt.

The smooth slide was a testament to how aroused she was from Kara’s kissing.

Lena stroked her fingers into the ruby place between her inner lips as Kara’s thrusts hastened to fill her. She grasped at her breasts, which were heavy and swollen, and moaned to the sound of their rutting. Kara kissed along her shoulders and held her knee aloft, and Lena whined from the sudden slowness that balanced her pleasure.

“You could do this for the rest of the night, only this, and I would be weak in your arms.” Lena drifted in a state of serene bliss, taking small gasps of breath at the intervals where it seemed sensation would overwhelm her.

She was much more sensitive than before, and although her womb was already as full as it could be, she longed for Kara’s seed. It came in rich spurts against cunt, and Lena knew it would be a night when Kara would sate her desires.

“Rut me like I’m in heat,” Lena pleaded and reached back to place her hand on the thickened base of Kara’s cock to encourage it along. “I want more of your seed.”

She longed for the future where she would be able to stay on her knees for her alpha, though Lena knew better than to attempt it. Kara took great care of maneuvering her, and brought forth a footstool which she ruined with a strong grip to free the cushioned portion from the wood it rested upon.

Lena gasped in offense at the wreckage, and chastised Kara with a confused frown etched across her brow.

“How could you ruin something I have made good use of–”

“Oh, you are about to make good use of it now, I assure you,” Kara confidently stated and settled Lena onto her back in a supine position. With some coaxing, she managed to raise Lena’s pelvis, and then placed the cushion beneath her backside along with her rolled up coat for support.

The angle presented her cunt to Kara and Lena blushed considerably at the unhindered view she gave her mate by parting her thighs. To be bent over a bed was not the same as flaunting the place which glistened with seed inside. She hoped Kara could glimpse all the way within her, and whined at the plum shade of her mate’s cock. It seemed to swell before her eyes, and the thick veins throbbed with every greedy breath Kara pulled into her lungs.

“Is this what you missed most during these last few weeks, Kara?” Lena wondered aloud and reached blindly below her swollen middle to ghost her fingertips though the sparse damp curls.

She wasn’t quite able to hold her lips open and settled instead for some internal clenches. Warm cream drizzled down her cunt in provocation and she smirked at Kara’s dark eyes following it intently.

“Not the freedom to do as you please without being at my beck and call, but my cunt presented so eagerly to your hungry stare?”

“Yes,” Kara growled, and all but lunged forward at the haughty way Lena lifted her chin to demand, “Then prove it.”

Their position put all of the work on Kara, and Lena knew it to be out of love and desperation that her mate sank into the depths of her with full bodied thrusts.

Her eyes glazed with lust from the exceptional friction of Kara’s girthy shaft. Lena reached up for her mate with wanton sounds of satisfaction.

“If your cries do not reach the ears of everyone in town, then I will have no choice but to repeat this performance in the square with you.” Kara’s remark was all for Lena’s benefit and she used her powerful quads to rock them both at a pace so vigorous even Lena became breathless.

“Repeat it anyway. Demonstrate how a real alpha can take what is theirs and still satisfy their omega in the process,” Lena insisted through an airy whimper.

They kissed between moans, all teeth and tongue until Lena captured Kara’s lip between her own.

The sensual suction inspired indecent thoughts, and Lena kept at it with pretty moans that forced Kara to surrender with a guttural grunt. Thick splashes of seed pumped from Kara’s cock and Lena undulated to ensure it stayed inside of her.

Lena raked her nails down the nape of Kara’s neck and clasped her mate’s broad shoulders for leverage as she bared herself for rough kisses upon her claim. Her back tried to bow and Kara tempered her urge with a warm palm on her belly that slipped southward to fondle the hood of her clitoris.

“I once thought you to be shy, but I see the untameable siren you really are,” Kara husked. “You wish to be put on display, providing it’s for pleasure’s sake and not punishment.”

“The blame should lie with the one who taught me the two can coexist,” Lena argued with a jut of her chin.

Quivers began in her throat and raced straight to her core with the intricate whorls Kara looped across her clitoris. She fought her own release to spite her mate and welcomed the harsher collision of their pelvises with elated sounds that left her throat raw.

“Should you rebel in the future I may very well condition you in front of an audience,” Kara snarled to play along with the fantasy she must have realized lived in Lena’s mind. “Imagine the smarting sting of my hand on your backside, and then, while none are the wiser, right against your cunt until you beg not for mercy, but the firm length of my cock.”

“You should know by now I would never beg for what is mine to begin with,” Lena countered, her breasts heaving with labored breaths.

There was no chance she could deny herself the bliss Kara threatened to provide her and her cunt traitorously spasmed. She was on the precipice of release, and Kara held her there deliberately.

“Lying to your husband is a crime as you well know.”

The mirth in Kara’s voice might have infuriated Lena if her sensual tactics weren’t driving her to the brink of madness.

She huffed in frustration and writhed at the building tension which robbed her of her faculties. Lena held out as long as her omega could stand it, and Kara stared down at her all the while with heated eyes and a damnable smile too handsome to properly loathe.

“I’m waiting,” Kara uttered between the staccato slap of her thighs crashing into Lena’s open ones. The stamina she possessed was far greater than Lena could endure.

Slick spilled down her thighs and the crackle of the fire was lost to the lewd sound of Lena’s arousal. She wailed in distress when Kara stilled her fingers and scored her nails down the alpha’s muscled back—yet nothing compelled Kara to continue save the small imploring Please she finally exhaled.

Kara rewarded her act of submission with a pleasure so divine Lena could do nothing except quake in the arms of her alpha.

Whatever cries came out of her were wholly unrecognizable, and Kara slammed into her through every tight contraction.

Lena returned to herself with Kara cradling her on the fur rug and kissing sweetly at her cheeks. The fire no longer blazed beside them, though the embers in the hearth smouldered and burned hot, exactly like the love they shared.

[ It's been a while since I've written this one. Let me know your feelings on continuing it if you feel so inclined! ]