Walk of Fame

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

Description: Being the center of attention isn't new to actress Lena Luthor, but it is for her mate Kara, who chooses to remain anonymous until their sex tape goes viral.
[The story that won the monthly prompt].

Tags: Actress Lena, Romance, filth, Claiming, Knotting, Dirty Talk, Multiple positions, some angst due to unwanted sex tape leak. Soft supportive Kara who tops in bed.

Word count: 8,880

To Lena Luthor, award season meant late nights and tired feet. It involved drifting solo at parties and mingling with producers while thinking of her girlfriend snuggled up at home and waiting on her return.

Most of the time, Lena was drawn into the noise and energy of the events, but sometimes she felt a little detached. She would fall into an automatic set of actions – strutting around with starlet waves in her hair and a red carpet color on her lips. Her eye would enviously wander towards the couples in line ahead of her, and then a man with a camera would shout “Lena, look over here!”

Often her mind would be elsewhere, taking comfort in the idea of cuddling up in bed with her mate. That was when she flashed her brightest smiles and called out to her co-stars in a boisterous, loud voice.

The whole bittersweet experience of giving an acceptance speech without a partner or family member in the audience was always tempered by fantasies of celebrating afterwards.

As she stood on stage with a heavy trophy in hand and thanked every member of her production team, Lena imagined the scent of her alpha. She stumbled over her words just once as her powerful imagination fabricated a dream of Kara standing close behind her and kissing at her neck in front of everyone. For such a private person, it was a bizarre fantasy, and one Lena would never want to act out in reality.

In hindsight, the whole incident might have been a premonition for all of the troubles they were going to face as a couple — but Lena spent the rest of the night blissfully happy and drunk on champagne.

She arrived home at two in the morning and toed off her heels, giddy but no longer feeling the buzz from all of the drinks.

“I’m home and I expect to be greeted with kisses and chocolate!” Lena called into the quiet space of her modest little apartment. It was boho in design, and not the least bit reflective of her success, but she appreciated all of the eclectic charm and the small touches that Kara brought to it.

They had a bookshelf in the entrance with a collection of shells from every beach they ever walked together, along with dried flowers from their earliest dates and framed poetry Kara had written. The living room was walled with shelves for actual books, prose and non-fiction, and an impressive number of cookbooks.


The lovely fragrance of chocolate cake drifted through the apartment and Lena followed it to the cozy nook where they ate most of their meals. String lights and candles decorated the space, and a bouquet sat at the center of the tastefully set table.

Kara appeared from the hallway that led to the bedrooms, and Lena drank in the celebratory attire that fit the alpha so well — the charming cuffed suit jacket and sexy tight jeans kept in place by a slim leather belt. Her blonde hair was down and left in its bouncy natural curl.

“I made your favorite vegan chocolate cake to celebrate your incredible accomplishment,” Kara beamed and put out her arms for Lena, rocking her in a hug that became a much more intimate embrace as their lips locked.

Their tongues met in a soft kiss and their fingers meshed together as they glanced over at the table Kara set for their private late night party.

“Help me out of this expensive dress before I drop something on it,” Lena demanded and turned so that Kara could slide the zipper down to her waist and then lower still to her hips.

She sensed Kara’s attention was on the black lingerie underneath, the bustier that Lena kept on as she almost tripped into her chair at the table.

Kara took the gown and hung it for her while Lena helped herself to a bite of the cake. She moaned around a forkful and put her hand under her chin to catch any crumbs.

“This always tastes like an orgasm,” Lena praised and observed Kara with low-lidded eyes, tracking her every move with sexual interest.

“What can I say? I aim to please you with everything I do.” Kara shrugged and brought her a cold glass of oat milk from the fridge.

Unlike most of the people Lena dated in the past, Kara Danvers was the most considerate and gentle of alphas.

Kara massaged at her shoulders, working her thumbs into the spots that often ached after a long day on set.

They had met years ago when Kara’s sister was the Director of Photography on one of Lena’s movies. The production manager also hired Kara’s catering company to handle the Kraft Service.

Lena had been ridiculous during those early days of flirtation. After filming a scene with chainmail and swords, she had bumped into Kara and stood around munching gourmet vegan tapas for almost an hour, weapon in one hand and greens in the other.

The next day, as they were shooting a part of the script that required Lena to take off most of her clothes, she paraded around in her robe beforehand and made sure that Kara was present to watch her work. She was generally shy about such things, but she gained confidence for the scene when she saw Kara blushing the whole way through it.

They had kept their relationship a secret for a long time because they were both private people, and that was no easy feat considering the gossip that surrounded Lena’s love life.

She started going into heat twice as frequently since they began having sex, and every other week the paparazzi hounded her in public places and sold her photos to the entertainment magazines.

“I don’t know if you heard, but apparently you’re dating one of your costars,” Kara teased, not the least bit jealous of the rumors that surrounded Lena. “I guess you made eye contact with him tonight, because Twitter has been on fire with speculation.”

Lena smirked at the mirth in Kara’s voice and tipped her head back so her mate could see the way she rolled her eyes. “It never bothers you, does it?”

“Only when it upsets you. I know where your heart lies,” Kara informed her, entirely distracted by the creamy expanse of her neck. She licked her lips, a subtle tell for what she wanted, and then brought her mouth to Lena’s throat to kiss over every unclaimed inch. Sweet at first, then languidly, tasting the sweat and hints of perfume that remained on Lena’s skin.

The scrape of Kara’s teeth always brought out the greed of her omega, and Lena whined, the cake forgotten as she reached up to thread her fingers through Kara’s blonde hair.

“So, let’s finally make it official,” Lena whispered in all seriousness as Kara sucked at her pulse.

“Lena, are you sure?” Kara expressed some hesitation with the soft rasp of her tone, but her lips never stopped moving over Lena’s neck. “Everyone would know for sure that you have a mate. It would invite a lot of speculation.”

“I’m not worried about that,” Lena husked and placed a hand on the seam at the front of Kara’s pants to feel at the excited bulge underneath the material. “They’re already speculating constantly, and I want your claim on my throat.”

Kara leaned in to kiss at her sculpted shoulders and clavicles, first with tenderness and then with a much more hungry and open-mouthed affection.

Lena gave unrestricted access to the most vulnerable part of her throat and tore open the ties at the back of her bustier to release her breasts. Each one spilled over the top and into Kara’s waiting hands as their mouths merged. The quietest groan came from Lena’s tongue, lingering in the breathless seconds between making out.

“I had a whole romantic night planned out, but I think the hot tub can wait,” Kara murmured, kneading Lena’s breasts with eager fingers that came together to tweak her nipples. The playful stimulation hardened the tender buds and Kara bowed her head to kiss each of them.

The hot loop of Kara’s tongue brought warmth to Lena’s cheeks and she clasped the nape of her mate’s neck to wordlessly beg for more. Kara was such an attentive lover, and Lena was well versed in being vocal about her appreciation.

She moaned encouragement at the first tingle of suction around her nipple, and stood up so that Kara would lift her into her muscled arms.

Getting carried to bed wasn’t something Lena had experienced with her exes, and it still thrilled her now just as much as it had the first time that Kara was bold enough to do it.

Kara placed her on the mattress and Lena lifted up her pelvis to let the alpha remove her lingerie. Her panties clung to the intimate shape of her cunt, completely soaked along the middle strip of fabric.

“Set up the camera,” Lena whispered as Kara threw aside her bustier to leave her naked on the bed. “I’d like to remember this night forever.”

They had first decided to experiment with recording their sexual escapades during a time when Lena was filming on location in another country and Kara had to stay behind due to work commitments. The footage kept Kara company on their nights apart, and they fooled around through video chats whenever their schedules allowed.

Making a video of Kara claiming her had a much more sentimental motivation. Lena wanted to record it and remember every small detail of Kara marking her skin.

“I’ve also read that an alpha’s knot can swell to an obscene size when they’re mating with an omega they’ve claimed,” Lena husked as added incentive, and bit down on the smile that formed on her lips. “I would love a record of that.”

“Oh, well, if it’s for science,” Kara teased, her erection held at bay only by the defiance of the zipper on her jeans. Her obvious excitement left a darker stain on the denim and she had already pulled out their Mark II camera, its tripod and monitor.

While Kara set up all of the equipment, Lena posed naughtily in bed and watched the way Kara’s hand drifted to her cock more than once.

“We should spend all day tomorrow comparing it to our previous movies,” Lena supplied with a seductive slant to her lips, and smirked when Kara groaned.

She loved that Kara still reacted to her like they had only just started dating, and she wantonly spread her thighs to get all of her mate’s attention.

“I think I’ve become pretty talented at setting up these shots,” Kara bragged and checked Lena out on the monitor that covered the range of their bed.

Lena twirled a strand of her hair around her finger and moved the rest of it away from her pale breasts, revealing their voluptuousness to the camera. She ran her fingers over the soft patch of groomed curls above her pussy and pulled her tight inner lips apart so that Kara could get a good close up. The inside was light pink and shining wet, and her clit was framed between blushing labia.

“Will you be able to see everything when you watch this again later?” Lena husked and positioned herself in a better spread to beckon Kara over.

“All of you,” Kara affirmed with reverence and gratitude, and strode over to sit at the edge of the bed to give direction. “Spread yourself again, Lena. Let me see deeper inside your pussy.”

Lena gasp-moaned and rubbed down over her slit to open herself. She resisted touching her clit, but Kara reached over to do it for her.

“Let’s get you nice and wet first,” Kara instructed and cupped her pussy for a moment before playing with it using two fingers. She moved them in a hypnotizing motion that excited Lena’s pelvis into rocking up and down.

The sexual massage was just what Lena needed after the long award ceremony, and Kara was so good at making her clit ache for more. Her cunt was getting rosy all over from Kara’s handling of it.

“Should I make you come before you take my cock, Lena?” Kara asked, the smoky tone of her arousal hard to resist. She knew exactly what she was doing, caressing either side of Lena’s clit so that her breasts heaved with her groaning exhalations.

The salacious display of her glistening cunt would tantalize them both whenever they re-watched the footage, and Lena pouted, begging without words as she raised her backside.

“Would you like me to plead for it, darling? I know how hard it makes you when I’m vocal,” Lena whispered, the breathless cadence of her moans genuine as Kara stroked her sensitive clit firmer and faster. She reached for the belt on Kara’s jeans with a keening whine and tugged at the buckle.

Kara echoed her moan when the increased friction of her fingertips provoked Lena’s omega into releasing a sinfully delectable scent.

They both loved the sensation of Kara’s cock pushing into the spasm of her cunt after an orgasm or two. The sublime tightness of her sensitive walls would grip Kara like an undercurrent dragging her in. Lena undulated impatiently, ensuring her legs were splayed so that the camera would see all of her, and Kara leaned down to suck on her nipples.

“Nothing makes me harder than hearing you enjoy yourself,” Kara rumbled, freeing her belt with one hand while she tended to Lena’s cunt with the other. She opened it with practiced ease and Lena shuddered in excitement as her alpha popped the button of her jeans and freed her massive erection.

With the visual of what she would be taking in full view, Lena rolled her hips to stimulate herself on Kara’s palm. Two of Kara’s long fingers plunged into her soaked entrance and curled to push into the intimate places inside of Lena’s cunt.

Lena groaned from Kara’s strong fingertips pounding against her upper wall. She forced her legs into a far apart stretch just to let the camera pick up the sound of it.

Later they would recall how wet her cunt had been and Kara would love every minute of looking at her.

“Please, darling, my pussy can take it,” Lena exhaled in encouragement and gasped at how fast Kara slammed into her before gritting her teeth around a loud whine.

She longed for Kara to lose patience and stuff her full, but the alpha rubbed the soft pink between her opening and clit and held off.

“I don’t think you’re wet enough,” Kara countered, playing her part in leading their game of seduction. She thumbed at Lena’s clit, giving extra attention to the side that sent tremors through Lena’s leg, and groaning in approval at the long keening whine she got in return.

Lena could have soaked the bed by now and Kara would have said the same thing to prompt her into proving she was ready.

“See how ready I am for your cock?” Lena whimpered, pulling her pussy lips open to flaunt her saturated slit with a provocative moan. She let Kara admire the glazed and succulent expanse of her cunt and the way it clenched just for her. “I need it, Kara, I need your knot inside me.”

“Fuck, that gets me every time,” Kara groaned, almost ruining her shirt by ripping off a few buttons in her haste to get naked. She flung her jeans off to the side and Lena grinned at the way Kara’s cock bounced in excitement, so stiff and eager to be buried within her silken folds.

“Come first if you want this,” Kara reiterated, the richer spice of her dominant nature unfurling as she fisted her cock and swept her fingers across Lena’s aching bud. The light pressure drew out the filthiest moans and Lena rocked into the touch ardently.

Kara kissed her soft and quivering lips, escalating all of the sublime feelings inside of her cunt. Her hips moved in insatiable pivots that led to a summit of pleasure. “Yes, yes Kara.”

The orgasm made her drop flat on the bed and Kara re-positioned her in a mating bend. “You look so hot when presenting.”

Kara’s hot tip rested against her opening and Lena assumed a more perfect breeding posture that accentuated the curve of her hips.

Her breasts shook back and forth from Kara’s sudden thrusts, and her whimpers filled the silence that came over them. The magnitude of what they were about to do was manifesting in their scent and billowing like rich incense.

“Ready for my claim?” Kara leaned over her and sucked at the arch of her shoulder. With a firm hand, she turned Lena’s head to access her neck and nipped at the skin where the claim bite would forever reside.

“More than ready,” Lena sighed.

Small trembles went through her arms and legs when Kara’s teeth punctured her skin. The erotic sensation of the bite came with a pure flood of pleasure hormones.

She relinquished her throat to Kara and submitted to an onslaught of rougher thrusting. Their bond would be sealed with a knot once Kara’s seed filled her.

The camera captured the passionate slap of Kara’s thighs striking her ass and Lena’s soft whines of need.

She had heard from other omegas that after a claim, they began experiencing a stronger draw to their alphas and the constant desire to breed.

Over the last few months when she was on location and filming a project, Lena had been hit with a new melancholy and longing for Kara. She wondered how separations would soon afflict her and whimpered as her omega spiraled her into sex hunger.

“We should just breed tonight—put a baby in me so all of the rumors stop and everyone knows I belong to you,” Lena whispered.

She liked the idea of her swollen belly being another emblem of Kara’s stake over her. It would start a lot of gossip neither of them needed, but her pussy clenched in delight and incomparable satisfaction at the idea of it.

“Some day, I will do that, Lena, and if it happens to be tonight with all of the seed I seal into your cunt, so be it,” Kara husked, and touched the place below her navel before holding her full pussy. “You’re mine now. I know one thing — even if we have to be extra careful about it, I’m going to visit you on set more often.”

“I wouldn’t complain if it was every day,” Lena whimpered, and wondered if they could ever keep their relationship a secret if Kara was pounding her regularly in her trailer. They would have to figure out ways to be discreet so they could mate uninterrupted in between filming scenes.

Kara moved her into a presenting crouch and massaged the dips along her lower back before slamming into her with rushed strokes.

The tip of Kara’s cock rubbed with rough friction all along the aching private places inside of Lena, and she was thankful they were recording it. Her sex was a brilliant, spanked red from Kara’s thrusting.

Lena leaned over the pillows and readied herself for the deep bashing of Kara’s cock against her most intimate recesses. “Stretch my cunt, make it take your cock — be very, very rough on it.”

“I’m going to be,” Kara affirmed, and the loud slaps of her cock slamming into Lena’s wet canal and swollen inner lips reverberated around them. “I know this is what you need, Lena, your cunt needs me to open it up. Such a good cunt, spreading so much for my alpha cock—“

The filth they uttered to one another during these moments of sex was always the best, and Lena gripped at her breasts and hurt her nipples by pinching them too forcefully. She groaned and continued doing it because of how the sensation paired with all of the sensations of having a full pussy.

Kara sucked on the fresh bite to make it a vibrant brand against her alabaster skin.

Soft growls of delight punctuated Kara’s quicker thrusts as the thrill of their bond reached enticing new levels. She wove her fingers into Lena’s hair and tugged with enough force to transform her moan into a strangled sound of sheer euphoria.

“It’s your right to use my cunt like this, to take what you need,” Lena breathlessly intoned, a whine of greed escaping her parted lips at Kara’s lunges.

She lived for these nights, when Kara’s dominance pervaded every move they made together, and her cunt surrendered in constricting pulsations of bliss.

Lena’s orgasm rippled through her, starting as a tremor in her jaw that compelled her to stretch across the bed. She kept her ass up, groaning while Kara fingered her clit and held her in place so that ropes of seed filled her cunt.

She expected Kara to knot her, to complete their bond as swiftly as possible, and she backed herself into her mate to try and let it take hold.

“I want it on camera, so we can watch your pretty cunt take my knot for the first time as a claimed omega,” Kara husked, pulling out so fast that the loss of contact distressed Lena’s omega.

She scrambled onto Kara in desperation as her mate switched positions on the bed.

Kara was flat on her back with her erection rock hard and straining to get inside Lena’s spasming channel.

“Ride me, Lena, take every expanding inch, and I’ll give you my knot,” Kara promised, already grasping at Lena’s waist to pull her onto her lap.

As she eased the wide tip of Kara’s dick between her pussy lips, Lena’s honeyed moan was nothing short of debauched. She grunted when Kara bucked up to help her take it.

They had never knotted in this position before, and she was starting to realize how Kara’s bulk might feel inside of her with gravity working in their favor. Sliding her cunt down and sheathing Kara’s erection in her silken warmth was a feat in and of itself. With Kara thrusting, her mind blanked and she locked her teeth together to silence her squeals and whines.

The knot was reaching fullness between her inner lips and spreading her cunt to an obscene stretch on film. She watched it happen in the monitor that was set up next to their camera, and the sight of it added to the stimulation of her four other senses.

“It aches so, so good,” Lena gasped as she took a deep bludgeoning from the knot. “Go harder on me.”

“Gonna make your pussy take my knot for hours,” Kara groaned and hoisted her up to follow Lena’s wishes. She was thrusting her cock much harder, pushing it all in from the widened tip to the huge swollen end with the knot.

Their arousal was like liquid fire, hot and slippery on Lena’s inner thighs, and she sank down with confidence as Kara erupted. She rocked to indulge in the carnal feeling of Kara’s seed and the knot rubbing into the ribbed places inside her. The grinding of their bodies was giving her cunt just what it needed. Wet orgasm after orgasm shook from her core through her limbs.

The eroticism of Kara’s hot eruptions keeping her full while her mouth latched onto Lena’s nipple was nothing short of rapturous. Lena undulated with desperate breathy groans and pulled what she could out of Kara’s cock until exhaustion draped her across her mate.

They slowed their motions, swapping the rigorous mating for romantic gyrations and sloppy, passionate kisses that Kara murmured praises through.

For hours that night, they indulged themselves and Lena learned how to master the art of bouncing on a knot just to see the ecstasy and awe on Kara’s face. The love they shared was captured frame by frame, preserved and safe on the hard drive of Kara’s personal computer.

By the time they fell asleep thoroughly sated and entangled, they filled the memory card on the camera.

The only drawback of being railed until the break of dawn was the lack of rest it provided.

Lena jolted awake to the sound of her alarm, and five seconds later Kara appeared with a steaming cup of tea and a bowl of overnight oats packed with fruits and chopped nuts.

“Darn it, I wanted to wake you gently with a kiss,” Kara sighed, her smile not the least bit dimmed as she eyed the mark on Lena’s throat. The prideful scent of her pheromones no doubt filled the whole house and Lena grinned as she accepted breakfast in bed.

“You can kiss me now,” Lena teased before she noticed that her phone was hooked up to Kara’s laptop and the camera was charging. There were fresh flowers on the dresser, and Kara wore a guilty shade of pink on her cheeks.

“Did you sleep at all?” Lena asked. “What have you been doing for the past however many hours?”

“Mostly saving our footage and editing a special file, because I knew you’d want a copy of the best parts,” Kara explained with a casual sweep of her hand.

A cursory glance at Kara’s boxers told Lena all she needed to know, and her omega infused the air with a hopeful request for sex.

Kara’s erection twitched where it was confined and Lena itched to free the thick rod to take it anywhere the alpha wanted to put it.

“I’m tempted to chastise you for staying up all night watching porn, but since it’s ours, I suppose I can let you off the hook.”

Kara laughed at her faux haughty raised brow and stepped closer to tame Lena’s sex mussed hair with her fingers. “What can I say? It excites me to know that you’re officially mine.”

The lightest whisper of Kara’s lips against her claim ignited Lena’s libido and she shoved the tea and oats aside with the intent to gorge herself on something else. She fisted Kara’s cock and almost had it in her mouth when the reminder on her phone went off.

The jarring noise broke them apart and Lena groaned in frustration as Kara dashed over to get the device.

“Fuck, shit, fuck,” Lena blurted, her thumb hovering over her calendar and the reminder that she had an interview and photo shoot scheduled at 8 am. She rushed out of bed and straight into the bathroom in a frenzy of panic, and tried to brush her teeth while turning on the shower. “I’m going to be late—”

“Breathe, I got you,” Kara instructed, so used to Lena’s hectic routine that she gathered her bag, her cellphone and all of the things she usually enjoyed having with her — the book that Lena had been reading, a pack of gum, some vitamin water and her shades.

Lena was dressed and out the door within twenty minutes. The whirlwind of her exit was dramatic by her own standards, even though Kara simply laughed and wished her good luck.

She was in a private car before the true yearning for her alpha kicked in. A terrible debilitating ache of loneliness came over her, and need swept through Lena as she muted her phone out of habit while searching for their new video.

The car ride went by faster while she was watching Kara knot her, and she was feeling much better when she arrived at the location of her photo shoot and interview. She sat for hair and make-up, and an assistant named William Dey came to collect her.

“Miss Luthor, I’m a huge fan.” Dey shook her hand with a wide grin. His eye settled on the mark on her throat as he was ushering her into the studio. “You were stunning on stage last night.”

“Thank you,” Lena preened with a modest blush and then glanced around at the set.

An audio tech person popped out to rig Lena up to a microphone and Nia appeared seconds later. They had met before, during a press tour for one of her movies, and Lena was more relaxed than usual when it came to doing an interview.

“Lena, big congratulations on your win last night!” Nia gushed and came in for a hug when Lena threw open her arms.

Lena slipped right into talkative mode before she even settled into a high-backed chair. “It was nice to be acknowledged for the insane stunt work I did on Black Site. Honestly that was the hardest part of the job, other than the emotional scenes with Andrea Rojas. I’m so fortunate to be working with her—”

“You two have phenomenal chemistry. What was your favorite scene?” Nia asked and sat with both of her hands propped on one knee.

“Oh, all of them,” Lena laughed, using her hands to gesture like she found it difficult to pick just one. “Especially the scene in the mansion where we have that close call and Andrea’s character almost bleeds out.”

“Was it hard for you to portray such strong grief in the middle of such a wild fight?” Nia’s tone was somber and serious despite the smile on her face.

Lena shook her head and angled herself towards Nia as she confided honestly, “No, not at all, if anything the hardest part was reminding myself it wasn’t real, you know? It’s so easy to get swept up in the panic when the blood packs go off, and Andrea played the part exceptionally well. The only thing I struggled with was fighting in four-inch heels.”

Nia shared her mirth and then squinted playfully as she considered her next question. “That wasn't the only time you got physical on screen, was it? Your character had quite a few dalliances as she played both sides to get what she needed.”

No matter what movie Lena starred in, everyone that interviewed her inevitably inquired about a sex scene. Lena dipped her head with an embarrassed grin and then leveled Nia with a look and raised brow. “Why use brute force to get what you want when a push-up bra can do all the work for you?”

The amusement on Nia’s face shifted after a beat and the topic changed to more personal matters. “There are rumors circulating that all that heat isn’t purely fictional. Some people are saying you’ve gotten close with a cast mate.”

Lena pursed her lips and resisted the urge to roll her eyes. She settled for a private, if not guarded smile and shrugged nonchalantly. “I’m friends with everyone on set. That’s par for the course when you’re working long hours for months on end together. You begin to bond on set and that carries over on screen.”

“Speaking of bonds, I can’t help but notice the claim on your throat.” Nia expertly segued into the conversation about it, her curiosity tangible in the excited pheromones she released. “That wasn’t there during the awards. Is there anything you can tell us about the lucky alpha that’s snatched you up?”

“Well, for starters, they’ve very private, which is why we get along so perfectly,” Lena uttered automatically, drawing a clear line so that Nia didn’t overstep in the interview. She softened at the thought of Kara, her scent reflecting love and adoration that she no longer had to mask in public. “They’re an incredible, sweet soul that I couldn’t live without, and I’m so grateful to have them. Nothing can compare to coming home to your best friend and being cozy in your little bubble away from the rest of the world together.”

“That sounds wonderfully quaint,” Nia sighed, wistful in the way she gazed at Lena like she understood the need for tranquility. “Now, we know you’ve been vegan for many years, so is that something you’ve passed on to your mate?”

“Not a chance, but they have taken a shine to doing meat free weekdays, and I’m spoiled by their culinary skills, so I never feel like I’m missing out.” Lena’s pride manifested in her smile and the soft glow of her cheeks, and she brought her hand up to touch the claim on her throat.

“You’ve never been tempted to go back to an omnivore diet?” Nia pressed with a hint of suspicion in her voice.

“The only meat I have is the beefcake waiting for me at home,” Lena mischievously stated, knowing exactly how salacious it sounded. She relished the flustered way Nia laughed and looked away, and smirked as the guy behind the camera cleared his throat.

“Well, on that note, is there any sign of pups in the future?” Nia quipped once she recovered from the teasing remark.

Lena hummed quietly and shifted in her seat as she remembered Kara’s words during their rutting last night. She pressed her lips together and then quirked an eyebrow. “There might be one or two on the very distant horizon, but for now we’re completely content with the life we have.”

Nia was poised to ask more questions, except one of the production assistants rushed up to her and the man on cam-op cut off the recording. The production assistant bent down to whisper in Nia’s ear and her eyes went wide as she took a sheet of paper from him.

The events that happened next robbed the breath from Lena’s lungs.

Nia came forward with the sheet of paper and pressed it into her hand in silence. Lena glanced down at the print and saw a bunch of headlines. Her vision was affected for a couple of seconds and the paper moved like cartoonish mirages always shimmered. She could no longer inhale or exhale as she concentrated on the bold words:

POST PARTY SEX TAPE LEAKED

LENA LUTHOR’S MATE IDENTITY FINALLY REVEALED AS SHE TAKES HOME AN OSCAR

STREAMING SITE CRASHES AMID RELEASE OF LUTHOR SEX TAPE

Lena crumpled the paper and stood up with the plan of grabbing her things and leaving. She searched for her phone only to find it wasn’t on her, then ran down the hall towards the green room where a stylist had done her hair and make-up.

Her phone was sitting in front of the mirror and she snatched it up in distress. Dialing Kara had no effect as people started calling and texting her. She would have to deal with reps, publicists and bosses eventually, but for now she just wanted to speak to her mate. In predictable fashion, her phone dinged with messages about damage control, and she started to hyperventilate as she tried Kara again.

To her utter embarrassment, that was how Nia found her five minutes later. She couldn’t catch her breath and the reporter had to guide her into a chair before she blacked out.

“My team sent for a private car and we’re going to provide security to get you home safely,” Nia reassured her and patted her arm until she calmed down.

As promised, Nia’s production company delivered with security guards and a limousine to take Lena home.  


The walk from the building was a nightmare with press and fans crowding around, and Lena cried once she was safely in the vehicle.

Hot tears fell from her cheeks down to her chin, and she pulled out tissues to wipe up her grief and stuff it all back away in her purse.

The only person in the world she wanted to reach was the one person she was scared to face.

Kara had been explicit in her desires to stay anonymous and Lena had gone to lengths to ensure that, but there was no coming back from this kind of exposure. No hiding at all now that her identity had been leaked in such a cruel and invasive way.

She tried calling again, and again, her panic coiling tighter around her lungs each time as the fear of Kara leaving entered her mind.

How the hell did this happen?

Kara never uploaded any of their footage except to Lena’s cellphone.  They never passed it through emails or synced it to any other devices. The raw footage was kept exclusively on Kara’s laptop and she knew every file was password protected.

Was it a stalker? Had some so-called fan crossed all her boundaries without her noticing? She hardly had time to consider it all when the limo pulled up outside the one place that was meant to be her safe haven and had to honk to get the press out of the way.

Lena was bombarded with questions and camera flashes on the way inside and the security team shoved at the crowd as they scrambled to get candid shots of her misery.

The reek of entitlement revolted Lena and she paced the hallway before daring to close all of the curtains for the sheer illusion of privacy.

Where was Kara? All of her belongings were still exactly where they should be, but there was no sign of the alpha and Lena still hadn’t heard back from her. She avoided calls and morbidly turned on the TV to see herself being discussed for all the wrong reasons.

In a fit of desperation, she texted Alex, who informed her she was already talking to lawyers on their behalf and hadn’t managed to get ahold of Kara either.

Lena’s frayed nerves worsened, and she was thinking a thousand different horrible things when the news changed to footage of fans and press gathering outside of Kara’s catering company, Sweet Temptations.

“No, no,” Lena hissed, realizing the silence of her mate wasn’t intentional. Kara was trapped in her shop, and she had probably turned her phone off once it started to blow up.

Lena called her own security team that she often took to the set of movies, and within the hour Kara was home and absolutely fuming.

“Who the—HOW did this even—I swear I’m going to find them,” Kara ranted, her usually calm demeanor so flustered that she could barely talk, let alone finish a sentence. She stormed straight into kitchen to retrieve a bottle of rum as Lena trailed after her in tears.

“I don’t know how this happened. We’ve been so careful with storing our footage. We have a VPN and extra internet security, and we never let our devices out of our sight—“ Lena paused in her hysterical rant and blinked at that. “My phone. My phone was in my bag earlier and I left it in the green room like I always do. When I went back, it was sitting on the table.”

Kara snapped her fingers at that and grabbed her own phone from her pocket. “Alex is hiring a private investigator to figure out who leaked the footage. I’m just going to let her know we suspect someone who was at the studio with you today.”

Lena’s bottom lip quivered as Kara stepped away from her to make calls. She sat down on the couch to hang her head and the guilty stench of her pheromones infused the room. She was berating herself in silence, but whined pitifully as Kara strode over. “I’m so sorry, I’ve ruined everything—”

“Lena, this was not your fault,” Kara intoned, instinctively brushing Lena’s hair away from her face to pull her into a hug.

“You never wanted this sort of attention and now we’re on every porn site,” Lena wailed through unshed tears.

All of the anger and upset was starting to numb her and she buried her face into Kara’s shirt, seeking comfort she didn’t believe she deserved.

“Well, if my business goes under, we could always start an Only Fans,” Kara considered, the dryness to her tone belying the fact that she was attempting to make a joke.

Lena half laughed, half choked and tipped her chin up to find Kara gazing down at her with the same adoration she had that morning.

“When you didn’t answer your phone, I thought you hated me,” Lena confided, her voice as small as she felt right then. She clung onto Kara’s waist like she still expected the alpha to leave.

“Lena, that is never going to happen,” Kara stressed with a dramatic wave of her hand. “You’re my mate. Someone invaded our privacy and violated us, and I won’t have you taking the responsibility for that.”

Kara’s quick and fierce reassurance soothed Lena’s worries, but she couldn’t shake the emotional turmoil of having their intimate life exposed to the world.

She chewed her lip and fell silent while Kara stroked her hair, and despite the protective scents her mate released, Lena still felt compelled to ask, “You still love me, even though everyone’s out there watching and judging us?”

Kara scoffed at the audacity of Lena even needing to ask and caught her by the chin so she had nowhere else to look except into her blue eyes. “Forget those people. They’re jealous that they’ll never have you the way I do, and I’m not going to let them ruin our happiness, okay? This media storm will end and I’ll still be here loving you.”

Lena nodded and put her trust in Kara’s every word during the weeks that followed.

They decided to cope with the situation by remaining at home with the televisions off and their phones forgotten. To avoid going out for any reason, they ordered in all of their groceries and spent cozy afternoons reading to each other.

The frenzy caused by the leaked footage took that long to die out, despite the swift take-down letters that her lawyers issued to every media site that hosted their video. Some people had saved it and re-uploaded it, and others viciously distributed it as much as possible. Lena’s PR team smoothed it all over as best as possible.

Within three days of the investigation, they found out that the culprit behind the release was the weasel William Dey, and Lena had to talk Kara down from murdering the bastard.

The headlines shifted off of her and onto his vile actions, and an outpouring of love was sent their way from fellow actors and their spouses who had dealt with similar intrusions before.

For the most part, Kara adjusted to having flocks of people hounding her business. The flip-side of being renowned for claiming a star was that her catering service boomed overnight.

Their quiet little life was a little louder, but they learned to figure it all out together.

After a month of voluntary hiatus, Lena accepted only one invitation to be interviewed out of the hundreds that poured into her agent's inbox.

Nia Nal was the only reporter that refused to write an article on how scandalous the tape was and focused instead on the gross violation and entitlement of this new age of media. She extended an invitation to Kara, and Lena’s mate shocked her by agreeing to go, but as support and not as a guest.

On the afternoon of the interview, Lena stood watching Kara dress in a casual striped button-down and trousers. Kara chose to keep her look simple and pulled her hair into a tight high ponytail.

Lena appreciated that her mate wanted to support her, but at the same time she was nervous Kara would regret going in front of the press.  “You’re sure you want to do this? You can still say no.”

“Oh, I’m pumped for this, and after it’s all over, guess where we’re headed?” Kara jerked her head around and dangled a set of keys for Lena to see. “I booked a much needed vacation for the next two weeks. We’re going to hike and swim and paddle around in a kayak, and spend whole days just cuddling in our cabin.”

Lena smirked at the enthusiasm that brightened Kara’s face and reached out to take her hand. “Something tells me you were going to make that a surprise, but failed.”

Kara shrugged at that, her eyes wide and innocent as she headed for the door. “I figured we’ve had enough surprises to last a whole year. There’s like, maybe three surprises I would embrace right now.”

“Oh, and what would those be?” Lena crooned with a touch of happiness at the corners of her lips.

Kara ticked off the list on her fingers like she had given it thought before. “You naked. That is always a welcome surprise. Food or snacks of any kind, and last but certainly not least…” She trailed off and she gestured to Lena’s stomach to make her meaning clear.

“A baby,” Lena concluded with a pretend dullness that was countered by a smile.

“You say that like I can’t smell how eager you are to have my pups.” Kara rumbled unfairly, her claim pheromones potent enough to ruin Lena’s composure.

Ever since Kara’s mark adorned her throat, Lena could hardly hide anything from the alpha.

Kara was attuned to every subtle shift in her mood and responded accordingly at all times.

Lena ignored the way her omega perfumed the air with an agreeable scent and toyed with a strand of her hair coyly. “You’ve gotten rather cocky since I let you claim me. I’m not sure I like it.”

“You love it,” Kara insisted, going so far as to stand with her hands on her hips in an authoritative pose. The smirk she wore said she was aware of the effect it was having on Lena and the mild arrogance provoked her omega.

Lena maintained her aloof attitude as she wandered towards Kara, and then shocked her mate by cupping her cock through her pants.

“I know something you love, too,” Lena whispered in a deliberate sultry tone as she worked the zipper open to fondle the growing erection with her warm palm.

“Well, now you’re not playing fair,” Kara weakly protested, and squeezed at Lena’s ass, even though her eyes went to the clock. The pathetic scent of Kara’s disappointment spiked the air and Lena tried to keep a straight face when her mate groaned, “We have to go. The car’s already waiting.”

“Then I guess you’ll have to be quick.” Lena’s succinct statement was punctuated by the way she dropped to her knees and pulled Kara’s still stiffening cock free. She knew the risks of being so brazen when the curtains were open and the paparazzi were still hounding them, but they were in the bedroom and Kara deserved to feel her gratitude for joining her tonight.

“Fuck,” Kara gasped, the word breathless and airy with lust as she stared at Lena’s hungry mouth opening to suck on the tip of her cock.

The wet pull of her lips brought an instantaneous heat to Kara’s face and Lena grinned around the wide brim and popped it free with a wet smack.

For all her talk of being quick, Lena trailed her lips along the underside of Kara’s shaft, exhaling warmly over the sensitive skin to drag out her anticipation. She had to smack Kara’s hand away before it settled on her hair and warned, “If you want this, you have to keep your hands to yourself. No guiding or messing up my hair.”

“Okay, got it, keep going,” Kara encouraged with a whine at the first teasing touch of Lena’s mouth.

The subtle shift of Kara’s hips pushed her cock between Lena’s lips and she made a show of swirling her tongue around the turgid head. She used the flat of her tongue to worship the solid length and then fluttered against the tip before slurping noisily.

Kara tucked one hand behind her back and laced her fingers through Lena’s, no doubt to resist the temptation to get handsy.

Lena rewarded her by forcing several inches into the constricting heat of her throat with an unabashed greed that stole her breath. She debased herself with wanton moans and tightened her lips as she bobbed her head to work the length of Kara’s cock.

She enjoyed being on her knees for Kara, and seeing the unrestrained pleasure that passed over her face and darkened those beautiful blue eyes. After their private life had been all spread across the internet, Kara had stopped requesting her oral talents. Lena could only assume it was out of worry that she might find it degrading and wanted to set the record straight once and for all.

She would have loved to say some filthy things, but her priority was to keep her mouth full and Kara seemed shocked by her desperation to taste her desires. The alpha’s thighs tensed and her jaw hung open, and Lena continued to make the raunchiest of noises as she lavished Kara’s cock with powerful suction. She hollowed her cheeks from the force of her hunger, and used her hand to stroke what she couldn’t stuff into her mouth.

“Lena—oh god that feels amazing, I’m gonna—” Kara’s words were interrupted by her guttural moan, and her hips bucked in tandem with the way her cock jerked in Lena’s mouth, spilling thick seed across her tongue.

Lena gulped it down and swirled her tongue around the sensitive groove to lick up the last residual taste of Kara. She stood up with a smirk and deftly tucked Kara’s cock back into her pants as the alpha caught her breath, and then took the time to quickly reapply her lipstick.

“Now we can go,” Lena stated innocently, her voice raspy from the frantic way she had taken Kara into her throat.

Kara was all over her in the private car, doling out affection and praise without breaching a line of indecency. She would never do anything to jeopardize Lena’s recovering reputation and contented herself by linking their arms and nuzzling into Lena's claim.

If Lena chose to be honest, it was daunting to return to the studio responsible for her life turning upside down, but she trusted Nia Nal with the way she had handled the scandal.

They were ushered into hair and make-up when they arrived and Kara stayed by Lena’s side the entire time, holding her belongings and glaring at anyone who came too close. Lena tried not to show how much she enjoyed Kara’s bodyguard persona, or the protective pheromones she unleashed in her vicinity, although she made a mental note to inform Kara that she would quite like it brought into their bedroom.

Lena willed herself to be filled with confidence as she walked on set where Nia was already waiting, and relaxed instantly when the younger woman rushed over to embrace her with a smile.

“I’m so glad you came,” Nia murmured quietly, and then pulled back to wave Lena into a seat while the camera guy signaled they were rolling. She toned down her smile and cleared her throat before greeting Lena in a more professional manner. “Lena, thank you for joining us today. The last time you were in that seat, some very unfortunate things happened, how have you been doing since then?”

Lena’s smile faltered and she lifted a hand to rub at her throat as she sighed, “I could sit here and say that everything’s fine, but the truth is I’m devastated and angry. I give so much of myself in my performances, and to be spread around the internet during one of the most intimate and vulnerable moments of my life is awful.”

Nia considered her answer with sincere eyes and leaned forward to ask gently, “Is there anything you’d like to say to those who watched the footage?”

Lena bristled at the thought of so many strangers prying into something so profoundly meaningful. She might have refused to comment if not for the way Kara was looking at her with obvious pride. She owed this to herself to express her feelings to the masses, and sucked on her teeth as she tried to articulate it in a way that wouldn’t backfire.

“To anyone out there that claims to be a fan, who viewed and intruded on such a private moment, I think you’re vile,” Lena asserted, no hint of amusement in her tone as she stared right into the camera. “My real fans know that I am a deeply private person and would never have wanted to invade my life like that. I hope with all my heart that none of you experience what we’ve gone through because of you.”

“I can only imagine what a nightmare it’s been for you and your mate,” Nia intoned remorsefully, and reached out to squeeze Lena’s hand in comfort.

“I’m fortunate to have such a loving and supportive spouse through all of this. I can’t begin to express how lucky I am that she’s here with me right now, and I know that she always will be,” Lena stated with confidence as she sought out her mate.

Her gaze locked with Kara’s and Lena could feel the alpha’s love for her. It gave her all the strength she needed to hold her head high, and she knew that no matter what happened next in their lives, Kara would be there to support and protect her.