Center Spread

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

Description: Kara starts her new job as editor in chief [Poll winner].

Tags: Jealous Lena, office oral (Kara), smutty times and knotting. Fingering while flying. Size kink and a knot so big it won't fit.  

I'll be posting another story tomorrow.

Word count: 10,312


In the two months since Lex’s dramatic defeat, Lena woke each day with a renewed sense of hope and empowerment. For the most part, that had to do with the fact that she was staying at Kara’s place and her best friend was a walking and talking manifestation of hope. Lena started out most mornings at the window, breathing in fresh air and waiting to see the ripple of a red cape on the breeze as Kara landed with lattes and breakfast.

Even without the conveniences of her penthouse and corporation behind her, Lena was the happiest she had ever been – untethered and free from her problems.


There was just one very important exception.

Lena was in love with her best friend and often worried that was too obvious when she stared — her face flushed with simmering heat and eyes full of dreams. Her lip biting habit definitely would have given her secret away if not for the fact that she laughed or chuckled at just the right time to make her flirtation seem more friendly.

Throughout the months of living together, Lena practiced patience with the idea that she would eventually open up to Kara. With Kara beginning her new role as Catco’s editor-in-chief, Lena convinced herself that it would be much more appropriate to wait and focus on what mattered most, which was supporting her best friend.

During the first few weeks on the job, Lena saw it as her personal duty to bring Kara coffee and lunch, and that meant dressing up for the office environment. Gone were the turtleneck sweaters and comfortable, loose-fitting wear that she often stole from Kara’s closet. She dug out all of her slinking dresses, silk low cut blouses, glossy black patent leather heels, and lace stockings that never failed to get Kara to look.

One afternoon, she dropped off all of Kara’s favorite comfort foods to find her best friend swamped with work and keeling over at her desk.

“Hey, let me stick around and help you,” Lena offered and sweetened the office with her omega fragrance and a smile that brought out the definition of her dimples. “I’ll be your secretary for the rest of the day.”

Helping included bending over to pick up the hard copy of an article that scattered all over the floor and casually perching on top of Kara’s desk awaiting requests for coffee.


Some repressed part of her omega was excited to see Kara in a position of authority at work. Despite the glasses on her face that shielded her identity, Kara acted more like Supergirl when sitting behind her executive desk and dealing with employees.

“You know you don’t have to spend your whole afternoon like this — I mean, I totally concentrate better when you’re here, but I’m sure you have a lot going on with your charity — don’t you have a big event coming up?” Kara rambled, lifting her eyes from the computer screen and discreetly peering at the slim thong that appeared whenever Lena crossed or uncrossed her legs.

“That’s months away, and besides, I wouldn’t walk out on a friend who needs me.” Lena purposely put some breathy emphasis on friend, hoping to elicit a reaction other than the adorable blush she received.

“This why you’re the greatest, Lena, and why I owe you so many favors. Maybe later I can take you home and we can play-yuh—”

Kara’s voice cut to silence as her eyes drifted towards the door, to where Miss Grant made a flouncing entrance.

“Lena Luthor, you're at CatCo more than the people I pay to actually be here. Why is that?” Miss Grant questioned and stared at them hawkishly over the frames of her sunglasses.

Lena shrugged and removed herself from the desk in a gentle glide that Kara supported by putting out a helping hand. “I just like seeing your new editor-in-chief in action. I brought Kara her favorite soup and sandwich combo to fuel her work.”

“Why did I hire our new intern Melanie if you’re willing to be Kara’s errand girl for free? One thing I hate more than wasting my time is wasting my money.” Miss Grant squinted critically at the two of them and stepped around the office to give it a closer inspection.

“I actually assigned Melanie to shadow Nia,” Kara explained with a smile that slipped just as Miss Grant turned her back. “Melanie has learned so much already, and I would hate to take her away from that when she’s getting such valuable hands-on experience—“

“Nonsense, she can get the best hands-on experience by working under you,” Miss Grant declared and turned around to peer through the glass wall in search of the new intern. “Melanie, can you please come in here for a moment?”

The intern-in-question was a voluptuous omega, who came to work in a corseted vest over a pressed shirt and the smallest pencil skirt that clung to her hips and ass. She exuded charm, and any time Lena saw the omega near Kara, she picked up on the chemistry to their interactions. Melanie glided into the room and her eyes went straight to Kara, eating her up in one hot glance.

“Can I do something for you, Miss Grant?” Melanie asked.

“Look, I really don’t mind doing personal favors for my best friend,” Lena interrupted and territorially stepped in front of the desk. “Kara has quite the appetite, and I’m not sure anyone else will understand her unique palate—"

Melanie proved her wrong with a succinct summary of Kara’s eating habits. “I can handle it. Miss Danvers orders regularly from Noonan’s – sticky buns and lattes in the morning, and for lunch it’s an eclectic mix of things — pasta, sushi, pot stickers. I assume you must be an athlete. Carbo-loading for endurance.”

“Athlete? Nah, I just sit behind a desk,” Kara laughed with a humble blush that was once reserved for Lena alone.

Lena must have been due her heat with how her body responded to the physical proximity of another attractive omega encroaching on the person she one day wanted for a mate.

The air in the office thickened with Lena’s rising offense and her nipples pebbled against her blouse, straining to keep Kara’s attention. She used them to her advantage and leaned forward so that her friend had no choice but to notice, then slapped Kara on the arm in forced camaraderie.

“Oh, don’t let her fool you, she could run a marathon without breaking a sweat. Kara’s stamina is unmatched,” Lena remarked, her tone downright sinful as she shared insider knowledge that she didn’t actually have.

Kara grabbed the frame of her glasses so tightly that she popped a lens out by accident and caught it mid-air with a terribly uneasy grin that made her look manic. “I mean, I do actually get in a lot of cardio. It really helped when I was a reporter chasing down stories.”

Kara’s quick save brought Melanie even closer, her admiration reaching nauseating levels. Lena all but hip checked her friend to ensure Melanie kept her distance. She completely forgot that Cat Grant was still in the room.

The bizarre move stopped Melanie in her tracks, and she offered Lena a polite smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. She smoothed a hand down her little skirt, causing Kara’s eyes to follow the movement of her fingers as she blinked innocently at Lena’s unimpressed face.

“Well, it was so sweet of you to stop by. Would you like a chamomile tea to-go? My mom swears they regulate her moods, and you look to be about the same age,” Melanie cheerfully stated, her eyes trained on the appalled shade of anger that darkened Lena’s face. She didn’t wait on an answer, hurrying off to lead the way with a peppy bounce to her step. The sway of her shapely ass was practically hypnotic and Lena loathed that even she looked at it.

“Actually, I’d rather have a double shot of espresso,” Lena lied, outraged that she was halfway through the doors of Kara’s office before she realized Melanie’s ploy to get rid of her was working. She spun on her heel to stalk towards Kara and almost collided with Cat Grant, who blocked her path.

“Now, I don’t know how you ran this place when you owned it, but I think we can both agree that an Editor needs to edit if we want to reach our deadlines.” Cat’s matter of fact tone had Lena nodding along obediently, even though her gaze wandered over the older alpha’s shoulder to where Kara sat eating the sandwich she had brought.

“Yes, of course, and I wouldn’t want to get in the way of that,” Lena relented, feeling somewhat banished from the premises as Cat Grant steered her away from the office and towards the main elevator.

“Then don’t.” Cat’s dry response put an end to the conversation, and she regarded Lena with a haughty lift of her chin. With a snap of her fingers, a mousy looking intern rushed over with a styrofoam cup, and Cat plucked it out of her grasp and handed it to Lena like it was an affront to even touch it.

With no choice but to leave, Lena hit the button on the elevator and sipped her horrid cup of herbal tea. It temporarily soothed her, at least until she returned to Kara’s apartment and breathed in her best friend’s scent.

She could practically feel the fluctuation in her hormones as she walked into Kara’s room and stole the pillow right off the bed, hugging it to her chest to mope.

Her mood improved after a little while, just because she realized she could return to CatCo at the end of business hours.

“Who does she think she is, kicking me out?” Lena ranted as she stepped in front of her closet. “And assigning that omega to help Kara. She’ll never get any work done.”

With a disgruntled sigh, Lena ditched her office attire and chose an evening gown with thin straps and barely any nipple coverage.

The shimmery black fabric made her look expensive and available, and she pulled out a jacket with a fur that added sophistication to her heiress ensemble. The last detail was her lip shade, which could have been labeled blood of my enemies and a pair of platinum earrings that dangled.

Lena booked reservations at the most extravagant venue in the city and hired a driver for her night out. She showed up at CatCo just after eight, at a time when Kara had been wrapping business for the day. Even though she hadn’t planned to share her feelings so soon, she figured an opportunity might present itself if she treated Kara to a five-course meal.

Much to Lena’s disappointment, Kara’s desk was empty, and so was Melanie’s — and Cat Grant smirked at Lena’s full stop in front of the elevator bank.

“Back again, Miss Luthor?” Cat remarked without glancing up from a set of files she had in hand. The documents fluttered as she set them aside and lifted a pen to score through something viciously. “Either you’re making some sort of statement, or Kara forgot to invite you to that little dive bar down the street where she’s taken half of my staff. I’m betting it’s the latter.”

Lena seethed at the biting judgment in Cat’s voice but refused to let it unhinge her. She decided to lie, leaning into Luthor strategy with the old confidence she exuded as a CEO. “Of course Kara didn’t forget. She tells me everything. I was just hoping to surprise her and take her out to dinner afterwards.”

“Well, you’d better find her before she devours all of those disgusting bar snacks that they leave out like kibble,” Cat asserted, her eyes finally taking in the stylishly sexy dress that clung to Lena’s figure.

When Lena didn’t immediately retreat into the elevator, Cat waved her hand to shoo her off, muttering sharply, “Go on, then, chop chop.”

It wasn’t until Lena was frantically pressing the ground floor button that she realized how utterly overdressed she was for a casual bar. She tried not to worry over how expensive and alluring she looked and owned it with a strut when her private car dropped her off outside the establishment.

Someone stumbled and slid right off the curb, his eyes glued to Lena’s tits, and not on the sidewalk where they should have been. She might have asked if he was okay if he hadn’t whistled at her the second he stood up.

The atmosphere inside the bar was far more relaxed and Lena spotted Kara almost the exact moment her friend glanced up and noticed her entrance. To say it emboldened her omega to see how slack jawed Kara became was an understatement. Lena took her time sensually stalking over so that the alpha could appreciate how close she was to a nip-slip.

“Lena! Wow — I — gosh, I was just about to text you to see if you wanted to join us. Today was such a long day and I figured we could all use a drink,” Kara rambled, holding her phone up to wave it in Lena’s face as confirmation that she was, indeed, in the process of texting her.

Melanie sat to the right of Kara, sipping a fruity cocktail and glowering at Lena from behind a slice of pineapple. “I was telling Kara that most people make plans on Friday nights, but I guess your social life isn’t as active as I expected. Shots?”

Lena interpreted the intern’s question as a challenge. She slipped out of her fur to inspire envy, putting her boobs right in Kara’s face as she squeezed in next to her best friend. “Sure.”

Kara stared right into the gap at her cleavage, open mouthed and too excited to talk. “Umm. I’m so—sooo happy you showed up.”

The waitress delivered a tray of cheap tequila shots, which reminded Lena of many regretful nights when she was in college.

All of the employees from CatCo helped themselves, and Melanie side-eyed Lena with pity. “We all understand if your party days are behind you. Don’t feel pressured into keeping up with the rest of us tonight.”

That provoked Lena into applying salt to her wrist and helping herself to two shots. She sucked on her own skin for a moment, locking eyes with Kara before she gulped down her drinks one after the other.

“You were saying?” Lena asked in complete confidence that she could out-drink a bunch of sophomoric reporters. She grabbed a piece of lemon wedge and puckered her lips around it with a waggle of her eyebrow.

Melanie hesitated in her hateful stare just long enough for Kara to misinterpret her raised shot glass as an offering.

Kara snagged it with a grin and promptly tossed it back with all the excitement of someone who would actually feel the effects. Nobody except Lena was the wiser, and she made a mental note to get the next round in if only to sneak Kara alien liquor.

“Aww, you forgot the lemon. Here, I’ll let you have mine,” Melanie intoned suggestively, and had the audacity to hold out her wedge of citrus to tempt Kara into sucking it.

“Oh, thanks, I always forget that’s part of the tradition here on Earth–” Kara stumbled over her words with forced laughter and Lena saved her from herself by handing her another tequila shot.

“Lick, drink, then suck,” Lena instructed, making sure she was crowding Kara’s personal space when she applied salt to her wrist. She held out her own lemon, thoroughly pleased with how Kara followed her sultry commands.

She couldn’t help but wonder if that would happen in the bedroom, or if her best friend would have a dominant side. While distracted, she drifted precariously close to the edge of her chair, and she nearly fell off when the music began to blare and Melanie reached out to take Kara’s hand.

“Let’s dance!” Melanie shouted and dragged Kara off to the crowded, small dance floor where everyone was body-crashing against each other.

Nia walked into the bar at that exact moment, hand-in-hand with Brainy and showing a lot of interest in what was happening on the dance floor between Kara and her intern.


Melanie ran her hands down Kara’s sides and took every opportunity to touch and grab and grind.

“What the hell is going on over there?” Nia demanded as she approached Lena and glanced back to where Melanie was swinging Kara around and teaching her new steps.

“A tramp from your office is showing off and putting the moves on Kara,” Lena complained drearily and turned her attention back to the remaining drinks on the bar top.

It was tempting to wallow in misery, and Lena committed herself to that plan just long enough to knock back another drink.

She only changed her mind when she glanced back at Kara and saw Melanie’s hand on the back of her best friend’s neck. Melanie seemed determined to go fast, and Lena’s skin flushed with rage at the intimacy between her best friend and her subordinate.

She handled it maturely, by gulping down more tequila and passing her heels to Brainy. “Hold these for me.”

Brainy appeared to be confused, but still helpfully cradled the Louboutins in his arms. “Uh, Lena? You shouldn’t be walking around in a bar without footwear. There are trillions of microbes in here, many of which can cause infection and illness—”

Lena climbed onto her stool to set Brainy’s mind at ease. “I’m going to be dancing, not walking.”

The tequila in her bloodstream was hitting her hard, and she slurred her speech a little as she stepped onto the hardened walnut bar top.

“Oh. Em. Gee. You go, Lena!” Nia called out and gaped on in awe as Lena ripped the side of her high fashion dress and worked her hips.

Lena raised her arms above her head and continued the sensual swaying, tuning into the beat of the music and following it with her body.


It slipped Lena’s mind that half of National City knew her face and that she would be posted all over the internet in a matter of minutes. In fact, she forgot just about everything in her pursuit to pull Kara’s attention away from the dance floor, and the fact that it worked didn’t do her any favors.

A flock of people rushed the bar, jeering and cat calling while a few girls clambered onto the polished wood alongside Lena to put on a show. She cast a lidded glance in Kara’s direction, her hands roaming her own body as she danced, and she missed the way Melanie deliberately tipped over a drink.

The liquid sloshed over Lena’s feet and she promptly slid with a shriek, her arms flailing as she toppled off the edge.


She would have fallen ass first onto the floor if Kara hadn’t been there to catch her in those strong arms.

“Gosh Lena, you really want to have some fun tonight, huh?” Kara wheezed, not from exertion so much as the weight of her gaze on Lena’s tits. She was practically three inches from motorboating her and snapped out of it when Nia slapped her on the shoulder.

“Good save, Kara! Now what are you gonna do with her?” Nia mischievously asked, evidently expecting them to finally kiss or at least acknowledge their feelings once and for all.

“Oh, right, I should probably just set you down — so sorry.” Kara laughed at the crowd all waiting for her to make a move and gingerly placed Lena on her feet so that she could put her shoes back on.

A number of CatCo employees still had their phones out from recording Lena’s wild behavior and continued to film like they intended to pitch Kara a story about her own best friend.

Lena blushed from being held so close in front of all those people and gracelessly scrambled to shove her feet into her heels.

Somehow having witnesses to the entire debacle was too much for Lena to bear, and she whipped around to look at Kara with the dwindling hope that they would act on the energies residing within them – the tentative but intense glances at each other’s lips, the magnetism that existed whenever they stood near one another.

“I’m sorry, too,” Lena finally breathed out in regret and the harsh realization that it would never come to that. “I shouldn’t have come here tonight. I wasn’t even planning to stay. I thought we could have dinner together, but that was a mistake—"

Kara must not have wanted a deeper relationship with her, no matter how fiercely attracted they both seemed, or how many intimate nights they spent together without even holding hands, kissing, or having sex.

“I’m taking you home,” Kara announced, instantly restoring all of Lena’s wishes and hopes as she turned to the bartender and brandished her wallet to pay for their drinks.

“But it’s barely even nine o’clock!” Melanie protested with the sulky stink of aroused pheromones about her. “I can always call an Uber for Miss Luthor.”

“No—nuh-no, I’d prefer to see her safely home myself,” Kara insisted chivalrously and cloaked Lena in a protective alpha scent that warmed her as much as any jacket.

Lena could feel the envy burning into her back as Kara led her out of the bar, and she deliriously thought the alpha might kiss her when she dragged her into the back of an alley.

The pucker of her lips widened to a silent scream when she lurched through the air at speeds she normally could handle. It was an entirely different experience when she was half drunk on the cheapest liquor that had passed her lips in a decade.

They landed in Kara’s apartment before Lena could think to berate her friend for the lack of warning, and she stumbled slightly as Kara met her eye and husked, “Is it hot in here, or is it just me?”

“Oh, you’re definitely hot,” Lena uttered, her eyes trailing over Kara with unmistakable hunger.

There was something wildly alluring about knowing that her friend could bench press her with a finger. The thought alone provoked Lena’s omega into perfuming the apartment with an amenable scent reserved for flirtation.

“Right?” Kara agreed, a little too cocky for Lena’s liking, but who was she to complain when Kara was unbuttoning her shirt like she was close to tearing it off?

The sight of toned abs evaporated every thought in Lena’s head and she bit her lip at the sudden insistent throb between her thighs. She rubbed them subtly together with an excited little exhale, her panties already slippery with her essence.

“Usually I don’t feel it so much,” Kara rambled and tossed her shirt over the back of a chair with a sigh of relief before she marched into the kitchen to grab a glass of water.

It was right around that time that Lena realized Kara wasn’t stripping off to flaunt herself at all, and she swallowed back her disappointment like the rising bile in her throat from too much tequila.

“Pour me one of those,” Lena muttered, oblivious to the way Kara was staring at her as she gulped down the liquid.

“Oh, sure, but first let’s get you out of that dress.” There was a gruffness to Kara’s voice that wasn’t often present, and Lena shivered at the feeling of the Kryptonian’s hand on her hip. She tucked her hair aside to give Kara access to her throat and whimpered when the alpha’s breath tickled the nape of her neck.

Lena’s arousal skyrocketed with the slow descent of her zipper, and her knees weakened at the gradual parting of the fabric under Kara’s helpful hand.

“Yes, Kara, finally,” Lena gasped and stepped free of the pool of her dress with her clit pulsating in desperation. “God, I thought you would never figure it out—"

Kara stood across from her in dumbfounded silence, taking in the lace of her black lingerie and how the string of her thong rested high on her hips.

Lena was about to unhook her bra when Kara shot out the room faster than a cannonball and came racing back with a pair of blue check print pajamas.

“Put these on,” Kara shouted a bit aggressively and laughed as she grabbed one of Lena’s hands to guide it into an arm hole. “I know it’s warm in here, but you’ll catch cold if you sleep like that.”

“Kara, I never wear pajamas to bed,” Lena confided with gentleness and popped the clasp at the back of her bra open. She let it fall loose in front of her, exposing her breasts to her best friend with far more shyness than she imagined.

“You don’t?” Kara shrilly asked and shuffled awkwardly behind her to usher her down the hall to the bedrooms without seeing any boobs. “I had no idea—I mean, I was just loaning you mine because I didn’t want to rifle through your things, but if you prefer to sleep nuhh – nayyy -nnuhked, that’s fine—that’s great.”

Lena paused between the two bedrooms and stepped decisively towards Kara’s without glancing back. She dropped her bra on the chair next to Kara’s nightstand and sat down on the bed.

“Have I ever shown you my tattoos?” Lena asked, settling herself back against the colorful pillows.

In a pure daze, Kara gaped at Lena, and didn’t quite shut the door so much as wrench it off the hinges. Part of the frame came away with it, and the alpha continued to clutch the handle, even though the rest of the door had fallen.

“Nnn-oooh,” Kara whined, her tongue pressed against her teeth and eyes bugged at the sight of Lena practically naked and sprawling on her bed. “No, but I’ve seen most of them!” She must have realized her slip as it was happening because she turned a shade of magenta better suited for summer flowers.

Even in her partially inebriated state Lena could conclude that Kara had used her X-Ray vision at least once on her. It might not have been intentional, but the knowledge that Kara had looked still thrilled her omega.

“Well, this one I got in part to spite my mother. The location annoyed her, but the meaning was all for me,” Lena whispered and rolled onto her front to pose provocatively. She watched Kara come closer, her hand hovering over her lower back and then retreating before she made contact.

“It’s okay if you want to touch it,” Lena encouraged, her skin prickling in anticipation when Kara sat down next to her to admire the artistry.

“It’s beautiful and so intricate,” Kara murmured in awe, ghosting her fingertips over the ink to spell out the word Purity through touch.

“There’s another one I’ve wanted you to see for months,” Lena whispered, biting at her lip in coy anticipation as she pushed at the waistband of her thong. Fragrant arousal collected like strands of silk over the center strip of fabric.

About three months prior, Lena inked a reminder of Kara in a special place where her hip met the side of her cunt. She flipped onto her back again and slipped her thong down with care at the same time that Kara leapt away to turn the light off.

“That’s really inspirational—uh—uh—incredible, Lena,” Kara wheezed and stepped backwards to loom like a shadow in the front of the broken door. “I’m just going to do my usual evening rounds of the city. You make yourself cozy in my bed and get some sleep.”

Lena never got the chance to protest. By the time her mouth opened, Kara had shot off and the sound of glass shattering echoed through the apartment.

The distinct, though distant hiss of shoot was like a disembodied manifestation of her own disappointment. Lena huffed as emotion swelled within her chest, but the comforting scent of Kara still lingered on the sheets, so she drunkenly curled beneath them in embarrassment.

One good thing about the alcohol in her system was that it made for a deep, uninterrupted sleep. The bad thing was the hangover it caused the next morning, and she groaned when the slam of a door jolted her awake.

“Kara?” Lena mumbled, bleary eyed as she stumbled out of bed with dry lips and mussed hair that she ignored in her pursuit for a glass of water. “What time is it?”

“Whoa, it’s—holy shit—it’s time for you to find your clothes,” Alex blurted, her face the same shade of burgundy as her hair. She had one hand slapped over her eyes and turned to face the wall while Lena ducked behind the kitchen counter in panic.

“Fuck.”

Lena lacked elegance in the way she scuttled practically on all fours to raid Kara’s washing basket. She pulled on a baby blue shirt and a pair of boyfriend jeans were still clean but smelled like her best friend.

“What the hell happened?” Alex blurted the moment Lena emerged from the kitchen. She waved toward the remnants of the window and then to the door that was obliterated and scattered on the floor.

“Much less than you think, that’s for sure,” Lena wryly muttered and tugged on the cuffs of Kara’s shirt.

“Was there an attack that I don’t know about?” Alex questioned, still in a vague state of alarm as she took in the ruined state of the place.

Lena’s grin was definitely amused if not a bit self-deprecating as she informed Alex, “No, that was pure Kryptonian gay panic. Don’t look so happy. We didn’t even kiss, and Kara was in such a rush to leave she took half the building with her.”

“Well, where is she now so I can tell her how fucking stupid she is?” Alex’s blunt attitude was comforting to Lena, who shrugged and tucked her hands into her pockets.

“Said she was doing her sweep of the City last night and I fell asleep before she got back. Coffee?” Lena offered and reached for two mugs. It was only when she went to grab the milk from the fridge that she saw the note taped there and suddenly her jovial mood turned sour.

Morning sleepy head! Melanie called me into the office, but I’ll be back in a few hours with lunch. Fresh scones are on the counter.

“Kara went into work,” Lena frowned and held out the note to Alex with a jealous flutter of her lashes. “There’s a new intern studying under Kara, and it seems like she really wants to study under her in a literal sense. I need to go.”

She didn’t wait for Alex’s inevitable questions, or bother changing into a sexier outfit. Her solution was just to undo several of the buttons on Kara’s shirt, which was risky enough without a bra, and to run her fingers through her curly morning hair.

When she strutted into CatCo, she had no shame at the realization that she looked and smelled like Kara’s one night stand. She stepped off the elevator and immediately looked towards the glass office at the right.

Melanie stood in front of Kara, fixing the suit jacket and tie that the alpha wore to work. She hovered too close and her hands roamed up and down in a way that was unprofessional.

“Have you ever seen such a disgustingly obvious display of sexual interest?” Lena uttered in revulsion, much too distracted to notice that Cat stepped up beside her.

“Yes, as have the millions of people online who watched your videos last night,” Miss Grant quipped and eyed her up and down like she knew all of Lena’s secrets. The intensity in those sharp eyes could make even Supergirl squirm, so it was no surprise that Lena gulped in panic.

Lena’s attempt to scoff sounded more like a whine and she scurried off to evade Cat’s level of scrutiny. She stalked into Kara’s office with as much dignity as she could muster and almost knocked Melanie into next week when the imbecile tried to block her path.

“Kara, I need to speak with you,” Lena called over Melanie’s shoulder, gagging on the saccharine scent of the omega’s pheromones.

“Does this look like a cafe where you can sit down for idle chit chat?” Cat cut in sharply, answering her own question before Lena could even breathe. “No, it looks like the media empire I built from the ground up. We’re currently working on the center spread for our next print issue, so whatever gossip you’ve ran in with can wait.”

“I was just—” Lena faltered, her excuses failing to form on her tongue as she thought of all the ways she wanted Kara to spread her center.

“Save it.” Cat intoned, sliding into the room with a click of her heels and sharp scent about her. She stopped mid stride to wave a folder in Lena’s direction and issued commands, “Why don’t you make yourself usual and play the role of personal assistant, since you’re so fond of loitering in my building? Melanie has her hands full, and we’re dangerously low on coffee.”

Lena wanted to protest, especially as she locked eyes with Kara and saw her best friend’s gaze lower to her breasts. It felt almost demeaning to be turned into an errand girl, but it meant she could flaunt herself around the office.

On the ride over, Lena had figured out just what she wanted to say and do to command Kara’s full attention, and she shook with reserves of energy as she stalked out of the office with her head held high.

She went to Noonan’s and ordered Kara’s usual favorites, and she was in a sexed-up and aggressive mood when she swept back into the office. She clutched a bag of sticky buns and a tray of coffee, making sure to hand Melanie the one unsweetened herbal tea that she ordered specifically for her.

“I’ve been craving these, Lena, thank you,” Kara rumbled, her eyes definitely on Lena’s tits and not on the sticky bun that she devoured in three large bites. She washed it down with several gulps of coffee, moaning around the rim of the cup in gratitude.

“You’re the only one that knows how I like it,” Kara remarked, unaware of how Melanie bristled at her comment.

“Extra cream and sugar, it’s not hard to remember,” Lena lilted slyly and leaned into Kara’s personal space under the guise of viewing her workload.

It put her breasts at Kara’s eye level, and for a good few seconds Kara forgot where they were and openly stared at the soft outline of Lena’s nipple trying to poke free of the fabric.

Their moment was ruined when Melanie deliberately fumbled a stack of papers and scattered them in front of Kara’s desk with a fake gasp. “Oh, I’m so clumsy in the morning.”

Clumsy wasn’t the word Lena would have called her when Melanie bent over to stick her ass in the air. Her mini skirt lifted up her thighs until the color of her thong was visible, and she made soft little sounds of exertion.

Kara noticed and did a double take as she choked on her coffee, her eyes bugging as she sputtered so hard that she had to use her tie as a handkerchief. The desperate sexual invitation brought a vile taste to Lena’s mouth, and she felt her lips curling in a snarl.

“Kara, that’s going to stain if we don’t take care of it right now,” Lena hissed, snapping her friend out of her ogling by grabbing her by the tie.

She led Kara over to one of the supply closets like a dog on a leash and didn’t relent until she shoved the alpha inside and shut the door behind them.

“You need to take this off. You're an editor, not an intern, and you have to look professional,” Lena insisted and gave Kara no time to argue as she removed her tie and began unbuttoning her shirt. She had her hands on tanned skin before Kara thought to question her, and even then it was a startled whimper that consisted of her name.

“Leeeeee-nuh—"

“You’re right, I should take mine off too, it’s only fair,” Lena responded, baring her tits again for Kara.

Except this time there was no space between them, and Kara had no way of stopping her cock from poking Lena in excitement. The evidence of Kara’s attraction was everything Lena had been waiting for and she grabbed for it with greedy hands.

Maybe she was being bolder than necessary, but if she didn’t act on her feelings now then she ran the risk of another year going past without expressing her love. Life was too precious to waste it on wishing, and Lena went in for a kiss that was sweet and soft. Kara was gentle with her, reverent in the way she parted Lena’s lips with her tongue.

“Lena, wait, we shouldn’t,” Kara groaned, her shoulders hitting the shelves behind her when Lena palmed at her erection.

“Why? Because we’re friends and you’re afraid this will change our relationship?” Lena blurted, taking full advantage of Kara’s hips pushing towards her and unbuckling the alpha’s belt.

“No, I mean, we shouldn’t do this here. Melanie is right outside,” Kara explained in a hush, her heavy breaths blowing Lena’s hair over her shoulders and frosting her eyelashes.

“Good, it’s about time she realized that you’re mine,” Lena intoned and sank to her knees while she unzipped Kara’s pants. She didn’t think about the consequences or anything other than her own sexual frustrations as she took Kara into her mouth with a moan and lavished the broad tip.

The pucker of her lips stretched around the circumference of Kara’s cock, and she stared up at the alpha, conveying all of her emotions with the flutter of her tongue.

“Rao, I thought I would ruin our friendship if I told you how crazy I am about you, but you feel the same way, don’t you?” Kara gasped, threading her fingers through Lena’s hair tenderly to make sure they maintained eye contact. She looked breathless and starstruck, her sky blue eyes overcast with lust as Lena worshipped her shaft.

Lena answered by taking more of Kara into her mouth, sucking harder so that the silky heat of her cheeks could caress the sensitive tip. She swirled her tongue over the brim and teased the divot where Kara’s tangy arousal began to gather. Every quiet moan elicited a reaction from Kara, and soon the alpha’s hips were urging Lena to accept her into the back of her throat.

“You weren’t trying to show me your tattoos last night, were you? You were flirting with me.” Kara’s sudden realization changed her demeanor and she showed no signs of shame when she used her pheromones on Lena.

The heady musk would fill the whole office in no time, and Lena didn’t give a fuck because her slick inner walls were clenching on command for her alpha. The raunchy noise of her mouth being stuffed was offset only by Kara’s ragged breaths and Lena stroked at Kara’s shaft with both hands. She begged to taste Kara with her own sultry perfume and whimpered when the first hot throb traveled up Kara’s length.

“Oh Rao, keep sucking,” Kara instructed, lost to the devotion of Lena’s mouth and the pleasure it was bringing. She stiffened completely, from toes to shoulders, and jerked as the first spurt of creamy seed coated Lena’s tongue.

Lena sucked until the very last drop, swallowing it all down so that she could lick her lips when she pulled back. She didn’t get to catch her breath, because Kara pulled her up for a kiss and almost wrenched a shelf off as she copped a feel of Lena’s backside.

“Kara, you need to get back to work,” Lena whined, grinding into Kara’s hand that had slipped between her thighs.

“Shoot,” Kara hissed, the word sounding like a profanity when she remembered where they were. “I can’t wait for this day to end so I can take you home and do everything I should have done last night.”

Lena would have asked for more details if not for the way Kara used her super speed to fix their clothes and make them both presentable. Kara lowered her glasses to peer over Lena’s shoulder and then ushered her out first with a stack of printer paper in her hands.

It wasn’t the most convincing excuse as to why she had been holed up in the supply closet, but it did let Lena blend into the office environment.

While Kara sauntered back to her desk, Lena strutted toward the copier machine with the knowledge that Melanie was watching her every move.

The intern went out of her way to fawn over Kara, but every attempt she made to get the alpha’s attention was futile with Lena being so close. Their little game of bending over the desk was starting to distract other employees and some of the alphas were stinking up the place with their sexual excitement.

Kara was really no different, because her musk was the strongest of all.

Lena kept it at a mouth watering level by offering her assistance with proofreading some of the articles, and she chose to perch herself on the alpha’s desk to do it. If she had been wearing a skirt, she would have taken her panties off in the bathroom, but she was slick enough that her intimate aroma was easily detectable, even through her borrowed jeans.

“Mmm,” Lena half moaned, playing it off as thoughtful by squinting at the article. She stole Kara’s pen right out of her hand just to suck on the end of it and kept it between her lips while Melanie zeroed in on her tactics with an offended reek.

“I see a few things that require your special touch,” Lena uttered salaciously, handing the article to Kara so she could make the edits.

The closer the deadline came, the more authoritative Kara sounded giving out orders. Lena couldn’t help how infatuated she was with Kara’s transformation and didn’t bother hiding how aroused she was becoming. To anyone else it might have seemed she was going into heat unexpectedly, and it gave her a little leeway, since nobody would dare mention it.

Melanie, on the other hand, was getting agitated at the lack of attention she was receiving, and foolishly made the mistake of dropping a pen so it rolled under her desk. Kara didn’t even notice when she huffed and whined while she submissively postured, but Cat Grant certainly did.

“Melody, I don’t know why you’ve mistaken CatCo for an escort service, but if the entire office can see what you’re wearing beneath your skirt then something tells me you’re not here for the work experience,” Cat snapped, her icy observation cooling everyone’s libidos, except for Lena’s rampant one.

“Miss Grant, I’m so sorry. I didn’t expect to be at work today. I was already out when I was called in,” Melanie blurted and stood up to fix her skirt. She was suddenly contrite and small under the media mogul’s gaze and kept her eyes downcast.

“Now I’m all for omegas rights to dress as they please, but when I need to have HR on speed dial, there’s a problem,” Cat darkly intoned, her gaze flicking briefly toward Lena and her obscenely open shirt with a sigh.

“I’ll see myself out,” Lena murmured, tactfully slipping off Kara’s desk with a smoldering glance in the alpha’s direction that implied she would see her at home.

If Cat was about to make an example of Melanie for her attire, it was best she wasn’t there to witness it, even if it did feel a lot like winning.

Lena paused when she got into the elevator, her longing scent all but requesting Kara to join her, and by the hush in the office, everyone knew it. It surprised Lena when Cat turned her ire onto Kara and loudly asked in annoyance, “Why are you still here?”

“I work here?” Kara croaked out, her eyes darting back to Cat as an anxious smile formed on her lips.

“Isn’t this the part where you finally get the girl?” Cat stressed, pointing towards Lena while she rolled her eyes. “I’ve had to endure months of you two skulking around this office like lovesick teenagers, and there isn’t enough gin in the world to help me through another day of it. Just tell each other how you feel and get it over with already. Come back focused and ready to work on Monday.”

Lena’s laugh stuck in her throat, and if Kara moved any faster, then she would have flown across CatCo. The alpha was in the elevator and hitting buttons before Lena registered that her hands were already groping her breasts.


The metal doors were still closing when Kara nuzzled under the sharp line of Lena’s jaw to scrape her teeth across sensitive skin.

“Other people might want to get on,” Lena gasped, fisting the fabric of Kara’s shirt to bring her closer instead of trying to stop the alpha’s roaming hands. Her jeans were already open and Kara’s fingers were sliding through the copious slick that gathered between her pussy lips.

“We’re not going down,” Kara rasped, claiming Lena’s lips with a kiss so desperate that Lena went weak in the knees.

Kara held her up with an arm around her waist and rubbed into Lena’s aching clit with two fingers.

The elevator climbed along with Lena’s pleasure, and when they came to the roof, Kara lifted her up and slipped two fingers inside of her.

The first delicate internal caress was firm enough to make her tremble, and she whimpered into Kara’s ear and rocked her hips. For twenty frenzied seconds, Kara sucked on her nipples and worked Lena up to the cusp of an orgasm. She came mid air with her cunt pulsating around Kara’s fingers, and by the time she caught her breath, they were back in Kara’s apartment.

“Show me your tattoos again, I want a do-over,” Kara instructed, helping Lena out of her clothes with pure strength and no finesse. The material came apart at the seams, and left Lena naked, except for her panties that were soaked and stuck to her cunt.

“I got this while you were stuck in the Phantom Zone,” Lena huffed, struggling to tone down the adrenaline pumping through her veins. She jittered with desires finally coming to fruition and slowly stripped out of the lace fabric to reveal the Kryptonian symbols that meant the most to Kara.

“El Mayarah,” Lena whispered, ghosting over the dark ink that stood out proudly on her pale skin, so close to her pussy that it was a clear indication of ownership.

Kara’s groan sounded like a blessing to Lena, and she wet her lips as the alpha discarded her suit. Lena drank in the sight of her friend’s tanned muscles and faltered when her gaze lowered to the heavy erection between her thighs.

“How?” Lena choked out, startled by the veiny shaft that looked just as sculpted as the legs it hung between.

The broad glans was twice the size of before and a delicious color that throbbed under Lena’s gaze. The shaft had lengthened to keep it all perfectly proportional and Lena’s omega was simultaneously intimidated and thrilled by the new development.

Kara’s proud pheromones were tempered by her bashful explanation as she rested her hands on her hips to give Lena time to appreciate her completely stiffened cock. “My um, my Kryptonian biology. The more aroused I am–”

“The more endowed you become,” Lena concluded, taking it as a compliment that she was the cause of something so grand. She couldn’t help but touch it, her fingers teasing the thick brim with light strokes. The entire tip fit in her hand like a softball and Lena moaned as she thought of it splitting her open.

“So you’re super in every sense of the word. What if I can’t handle it?” Lena mused, hoping that Kara would understand her flirtation for what it was, a challenge that would leave them both sated.

“Oh, you’ll take it, every single inch and then some,” Kara asserted, grabbing Lena by the ass to pull her closer. She nipped and sucked at Lena’s lips until they were kiss swollen and backed her into the bedroom.

Kara’s cock was already positioned at her cunt and Lena whined at the urgency of the alpha as she held Lena’s thighs apart to get better access to her entrance. The first prod of her cock couldn’t slot into Lena’s internal silk, and Kara growled, low and commanding to make Lena submit.

She spread herself out on the bed and clasped her ankles, imploring Kara to fuck her with needy little spasms that provoked her alpha. “This is my first time having anything like this inside -- you’ll have to be rough if you want me.”

It startled her when Kara’s cock seemed to get bigger at her insistence, and her keening moan became broken when the alpha used her fingers to open her tight cunt.

Kara slammed forward, forcing the first few inches into Lena with a groan of pure satisfaction, “Is this what you’ve been wanting all these years, Lena? To feel me take what’s mine?”

Lena moaned and opened her legs with a small nod and a breathless confession, “I wanted you as Supergirl, and I wantedyou as Kara even more. It’s like my pussy knew all of the secrets you were keeping from me.”

Kara began a steady and fast pace that spread her indulgently wide. The alpha charged her hips to slot herself as deep as she could get and grunted at the sensation of Lena’s soft velvet gripping her so strongly.

It seemed to amaze Kara that she could clench around her shaft like that, and Lena whimpered at the deeper intrusions, the slow thrusts that parted her cunt in two halves like a peach. She couldn’t take her eyes away from her inner lips or the little patch of hair that Kara reached out to touch. Kara stroked her fingers through it and moved them lower to manipulate her clit.

“There were so many times when I considered offering myself to you,” Lena breathed in honesty and groaned at the brief discomfort of Kara’s cock sliding up against her cervix. “During your last rut, I was practically climbing the walls.”

“I fantasized about flying into your apartment and ravishing you every time you went into heat, I still don’t know how I resisted you,” Kara confessed, her eyes glassy and unfocused while she thumbed Lena’s clit in semi-circles.

There was nowhere left for Kara’s cock to go, and Lena locked her teeth together at the smoother thrusts that made her feel so full.

Neither of them had uttered a word about protection, and Lena dropped her head back against a pillow as she realized she didn’t want Kara to wear latex. She wanted Kara’s seed inside of her and rubbed her nipples as she thought about it.

“You can come inside me,” Lena whispered in encouragement, her lashes low over her eyes. “I know it’s risky, but I want to feel you, Kara.”

Whether from permission or the exhilaration of being reckless, Kara’s rhythm lost some of her finesse and she groaned, “I was really hoping you would say that.”


There was no shame in the way her cock jerked inside Lena’s restricting embrace, pouring
creamy seed against her cervix now that she didn’t have to hold back.

The thick lubrication aided their rutting and Lena whined at Kara’s faster strokes. She tipped her chin up to allow Kara access to her throat and shuddered at the pressure of teeth on her skin. The bite wasn’t enough to lay claim, but the suggestion of being Kara’s was enough for Lena’s omega to beg for it.

Blissful contractions worked along Kara’s shaft and the alpha exhaled throaty commands that Lena was eager to fulfil. “Work those hips for me, Lena, I know your pussy can take more.”

Kara’s confidence convinced Lena that she could handle it all and she whimpered at the perpetual nudge of Kara’s cock hitting her cervix. She craved more and laced her arms around Kara’s broad shoulders to undulate better.

The sensual grind left her gasping, and hot tingles spread out from her core all the way to fingertips and toes. Kara’s tip threatened to breach the resistance, and Lena scored her nails down powerful shoulders as she arched for it to happen.

Her cunt sheathed just half of Kara’s erection and her face expressed her tension that mounted from the fact that she needed to put in real effort to take even one more inch.

Kara’s bedside mirror reflected her image back at her—the distressed curve of her eyebrows, the pleasant shudders that made her breasts move, and the side of her legs that couldn’t be more open for Kara.

“Maybe we should try a few positions,” Lena exhaled in suggestion, and shivered from Kara’s alpha attitude and pheromones.

Kara supported her beneath the legs, pushing them upward and posing her with her hips off the bed. She leaned lower, growling at her neck to keep her submissive and drive into her at angle that she really felt. Her pussy lips parted for Kara’s girth, leaving the shaft visibly wet and shining. Lena could see just how much she was taking any time Kara pulled out and stroked the full length in her slick.

“I’m going to have to be your omega after this,” Lena gasped.

She couldn’t imagine having anyone other than Kara inside of her, and not just because her heart belonged to her best friend. Her pheromones begged for romantic and filthy sex, and all kinds of things that she was too shy in the moment to mention out loud.

“Aren’t you already?” Kara huffed into the crook of her neck, inhaling all of the delicate scents trying to persuade her into locking her teeth on Lena’s throat. She didn’t pull back so much as find the tattoo at the apex of Lena’s pussy and inner thigh, fingering the symbols like she had memorized exactly where they resided.

“Doesn’t this mean your pussy is mine, Lena?” Kara rasped, gliding her fingers between the sensitive spread of Lena’s pussy lips to trap her clit between them. She massaged the slippery pearl firmly, sending tremors of bliss through Lena’s legs that she refused to let close.

“Yes, yes, it does,” Lena moaned, the stretch in her quads creating tension in her cunt.

She whined at the rapid plunge of Kara’s cock and how it rubbed into every delicate groove of her walls. Slick spilled on every downward stroke and Kara groaned at the sight of her.

“You made it permanent, Lena. It’s a statement that I’m the only alpha who will ever get to have you, and I don’t want anyone else,” Kara intoned, gazing into Lena’s eyes to see the way her pupils dilated. She pinned Lena with the strength of her thrusts, sinking into her faster to transform the soft pinks of her cunt to blossoming cherry reds.

“Watch as I make love to you, Lena, look at how desperately I’ve needed to be inside your pussy,” Kara commanded, making good use of Lena in all the ways she always wanted.

It gave Lena a thrill to hear Kara say such naughty things, and she wondered if her friend had always had this side to her or if she brought it out in the alpha.

There was no better reassurance that Kara wanted her than to glimpse the proof and feel it deep in her cunt. She whined for Kara to pound into her and smoothed her hands down over her labia to keep them spread open. The faster strokes made her omega restless, and her greed to receive all of Kara’s cock had her arching up for it.

"I have so many needs, I can't even begin to articulate them, but what I need most of all right now is to come,” Lena panted, her airy exhalations carrying her moans even as she bit at her lip to stifle them.

It was reflexive on her part, so overwhelmed by the fullness of Kara’s shaft plumbing her open that she made sounds she hadn’t known she could.

The raunchy cadence picked up with Kara’s lunges, her alpha demanding that Lena give in to her body’s desires. Every breath she sucked in contained Kara’s pheromones, and her omega submitted by producing more slick. It shouldn’t have been possible for Kara to fit into her deeper and yet Lena could feel herself relenting inside.

“You’re going to feel so good when I join us with a knot,” Kara promised, giving Lena a taste of what was to come by letting the base of her cock begin to expand.

The impossible size was starting to slot deeper and Lena’s back bowed in carnal satisfaction from the ache it created.

She clung onto Kara, tighter than when she was carried mid-flight, and quaked as the alpha made space for seed to settle in Lena’s womb. The euphoria left her lethargic and pliant in Kara’s capable hands, and her breasts bounced with the impact of those strong thighs striking her harder.

Kara’s groan turned into a growl that Lena felt when she finally staked her claim, not just with torrents of seed but with teeth against her neck. This time the bite was true, and the flux of endorphins hit Lena so suddenly that her vision blurred and she trembled in Kara’s arms.

Their furious pace slowed down when Kara’s shaft no longer throbbed in release, and Lena brushed the stray wisps of blonde hair that stuck to Kara’s forehead. They stared at one another, communicating solely with their gaze until the love they shared was all encompassing. Emotions flickered in Kara’s eyes like sunlight on waves, and Lena could read
every one of them as they formed.

“There’s something else I want to show you,” Lena whispered once she had caught her breath. It took some adjusting to let Kara pull out, and they both enjoyed the creamy mess they made of her cunt. Lena slid her fingers through it, captivating Kara with the way she glazed herself in their essence.

Lena’s seduction put her on her knees, and Kara groaned when she stretched out to rest her cheek on the bed. The slope of her spine and the rise of her ass was universal for an omega begging to be bred, and Kara knew it because her cock strained and lengthened another inch or two.

“I’m not in heat yet, but don’t let that stop you from breeding my cunt,” Lena lilted, her voice raspy from all of her moaning. She dug her fingers into the sheet and grunted at the eager way Kara mounted her from behind.

“It’s good for us to practice. Soon we’ll be wanting to have pups,” Kara breathlessly stated, forcing Lena’s tender entrance to widen for her cock. She anchored Lena by the hips in vice grip and fucked into her with powerful full strokes.

Lena keened at the staccato pace and pressed her backside into Kara’s pelvis in her pursuit to take her cock. They both knew she would never get it all inside, but the fact that Lena wanted it was driving Kara crazy.

Lena whimpered at a sudden gush of creamy seed that erupted from Kara’s cock. The sound of it filling her up drove her hips back harder, and Kara pinned her down with a hand between her shoulders.

Kara’s knot blocked the seed inside, despite being too thick to immerse entirely in Lena’s entrance. Lena settled for what she could take and climaxed from the experience of knotting with Kara. Through gradual easing of some of its swollenness, Lena managed to slip more of it inside and whined in gratitude. She glanced back at Kara and saw how her mate’s eyes lowered to her lips and the way she leaned in for a kiss.

“God, I know that look,” Lena accused with a tightening of her brows. “I should have told you I was into you the moment you came back.”

“That honestly would have saved me months of anxiety,” Kara admitted adorably and shrugged as she cuddled in next to Lena. “You kept throwing the word ‘friend’ around, so I just assumed I was in the Friend Zone, which hurt way more than my extended stay in the Phantom Zone.”

“You were the one who kept saying I was your friend, while also confusing the hell out of me by asking me to move in,” Lena complained and poked her finger against Kara’s chest.

“About that, I might have seen you naked a few times before the drinking incident,” Kara divulged and cringed in guilt, looking anywhere but directly at Lena. “I just want to be honest and start our relationship off right. To be fair, I had no idea you slept naked when I invited you to live here.”

“And now I assume it’s an added perk of our friendship?” Lena teased, already tickling the hair at the nape of Kara’s neck to pull her in for a kiss.

“Definitely,” Kara groaned.