Lunar or Later - Chapter 8

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The whole concept of being in love with someone was uncomfortable to Lena, and there were some aspects of it that she simply couldn’t handle. The worst part by far was the public displays of affection, and she started to take plenty of measures to avoid them at work. She bought a huge collection of lotions from Bath and Body Works and poured a glob into her palms any time she thought Kara might want to hold her hand. Keeping her mouth busy and dodging kisses was a bit harder, but it usually involved her stuffing some kind of food into her face. If necessary, Lena would gain a solid ten pounds if that meant that her colleagues never witnessed them kissing in the break room.

At the same time that she developed all of these defenses, she was getting better at pulling Kara aside for private affection.

She wore a gloss on her lips every day, which inevitably ended up all over Kara’s cock during the time when they were meant to be running tests in the lab. One time, they had gotten it everywhere, all over Kara’s pants and shirt, and Lena forced the alpha to wear a decontamination suit for the rest of the day rather than advertise their sexual relationship to everyone.

Lena should have learned from that incident, since it would take was just one little slip-up and the whole office would be aware she was seeing Kara. A more cautious person would have cut herself off, but not Lena.

Lena continued taking big risks just to get some, and that was why all of her trouble began.

On a Thursday afternoon, Jack invited everyone from the office to hang out after work, and Lena agreed to tag along because she figured they would be gathering a restaurant, and because Kara had already accepted her invitation.

At the end of the day, Lena was wholly unprepared to exit the lab to find all of her colleagues standing around in short sleeve basketball jerseys.

“No, god—what is this?” Lena protested when Andrea hit her in the chest with a jersey and smirked at her.

“I thought we’d change it up a bit and do something healthier to get our bodies moving after all the hours we spend sitting at desks,” Jack stated through a pleased grin, his armpits disturbingly more hairy than his well-groomed beard.

Lena surreptitiously tried to retreat, and ended up pressing her backside into a very familiar crotch. She silently berated herself for the way her omega immediately released pleased pheromones, and barely dodged Kara’s hand as it moved to rest on her waist.

“You can’t expect us to run around the parking lot in these things,” Lena complained, lifting the jersey to frown at the black lettering that declared their office team the Spheroids. “Some of us are wearing heels and off brand skirts.”

Andrea bristled at the cheap shot when Lena motioned to her outfit, and smugly turned to appraise Kara with her eyes, “Well, everyone else is up for some physical fun. Figures you’d be the one to take issue with it.”

Lena pursed her lips at the barb and swung her gaze to Kara, who looked every bit like a professional athlete with her hair tied back and her shoulders squared. The alpha already wore the short sleeved jersey, her grin big and toned biceps even bigger, and she postured with her fists on her hips.

It was nothing Lena hadn’t seen before, yet her palms were sweaty and her throat was suddenly dry, unlike the apex of her thighs.



Without extra layers to dampen Kara’s musk, her pheromones were a force Lena couldn’t resist, and she had the worst urge to sink to her knees. A strangled noise stuck in her chest and everyone except Kara believed the reason was anguish, not uncontrollable horniness.

“Lena, relax, I bought everyone shorts and shoes, and I rented the local inside court so we can use the locker rooms. It’s only a few hours, and if everyone still wants drinks afterwards, I’m sure I can be persuaded.” Jack’s playful grin may have swayed everyone else, but it was Kara’s handsome face and the ripple of her abs when she stretched that ultimately made up Lena’s mind.

God help her, she was going to participate.

“Okay fine, but we should probably drink first, since half of us have never played sports,” Lena huffed, not nearly as pissed off as she should have been because her omega was convinced seeing Kara work up a sweat was worth the exercise.

“Nice try, but we’ll save that for later,” Jack laughed, and much to Lena’s horror, slung his arm over her shoulder with the intent to guide her toward the elevator.

Lena would have screamed if Kara hadn’t shoved her gently forward to ask Jack about the rules of the game.


She wasn’t the kind of omega who usually enjoyed possessive behavior, yet the suave way Kara took her place and the cocky little smirk on the alpha’s lips did terribly wicked things to Lena that threatened to ruin her panties.

It wasn’t until they were in the unisex changing rooms at the place that Lena realized how hot she was getting at the thought of Kara actively guarding her on and off the court. She slipped into a stall to get ready, and smelled the heady spice of Kara’s scent at the other side of the curtain. The alpha obviously wanted to make sure nobody caught a glimpse of her changing, and it took all of Lena’s willpower not to pull Kara into the cubicle to show her appreciation.

Since that was completely off the table, she did the next best thing and stuffed her hand into her shorts and beneath her panties. Lena leisurely stroked along her slit, gathering up just enough slick to make her fingertips glisten, and then spritzed herself with a special perfume to mask her scent. When she exited the stall, she made sure to drag her fingers across Kara’s before rinsing them off and then sashayed off to stuff her clothes and belongings into a locker.

Lena glanced over her shoulder just in time to witness Kara bring her fingers to her mouth, their eyes locking as the alpha tasted her essence with a wild and ravenous look about her. If she timed this right, they could be fucking in the showers before anyone else was done, and all it would take was a feigned twisted ankle.  


With a set plan in mind, Lena strode out of the changing rooms confidently knowing full well that Kara would soon follow once she composed herself.

A few of the guys were already on the court practicing their throws when she walked out. The sight of Lena in shorts must have been too much for James, because not only did he miss the hoop, he carelessly dropped his elbow onto Winn’s head and then apologized by ruffling his hair.

“I wish I was taller,” Winn grumbled, narrowly avoiding Benjamin’s armpit as he hurried over to Lena with a friendly smile.

Since their work retreat, Lena was surprised by how quickly she had formed a better friendship with Winn. He was the only one in the gang that never seemed to sexualize her, and she actually enjoyed his company, quirky sense of humor and all.

“They’re a disgusting breed,” Lena commented under her breath, and they shared a private smirk with one another as the alphas all scrambled to reach the ball first, already competing against one another to show off.

Winn’s attention shifted when Andrea strutted onto the court wearing shorts that left nothing to the imagination. Lena was pretty sure she could see the shape of her vulva if she squinted, and like a predictable pack of flying monkeys, all the alphas gawked at her like she was something special.

“They’d drool over a trashcan if I drew tits on it,” Lena deadpanned.

Not that she was bitter. It wasn’t like she wanted any of their attention anyway. She already had all of Kara’s, and no matter how hard Andrea tried to steal it, Lena wasn’t about to let that happen.

“Yeah, they’re idiots,” Winn lamely remarked, his voice slightly high pitched and eyes wide when Andrea stretched provocatively.

Lena rolled her eyes while Andrea spread her legs and flung her arms out to state loudly, “I’m wide open.”

“Well, we all knew that but maybe if you widen your stance a little more, they can try to score points in your basket,” Lena encouraged with a snide smile, hoping that Andrea’s shorts split before the game even started.

Jack, Kara and Kate were the last onto the court, and Lena had rein in her own libido.

Seeing Kara in motion brought heat to Lena’s face, and her mood darkened when she caught Andrea staring at the obvious swing in the alpha’s shorts.

“Okay guys, you’ve probably noticed that half of you are wearing red while the other half are wearing blue, so get into your group!” Jack called out with pride as he wandered down the court to join James, Andrea, Benjamin and Kate.

That left Lena standing with Kara, Winn, Barry and Mike, and she wasn’t entirely sure if she was happy with that. Her omega had ideas of grinding into Kara in the guise of blocking her passes, and now they were on the same team, and that ruined all of the fun she would have gotten out of the game.

Kara, on the other hand, appeared to be happy that they were both on the blue team. She offered everyone a celebratory high five like they were already winning.

Lena accepted it if only because that would be the last time they got to touch and she needed a fix of skin contact.

“So does anyone actually know how to play basketball?” Winn asked, glancing between Mike and Barry hopefully.

Lena would rather eat the nanobee than follow Mike as a leader, and apparently Kara felt the same way, because she turned to slap Barry on the shoulder with a grin.

“Barry should be our captain,” Kara stated out of the blue, and that was all it took for Mike to get offended.

“What, why?” Mike grunted, drawing himself up with arrogance that faltered when he realized Kara was squinting down at him.

“Why not?” Kara responded with an easygoing shrug, and effectively stumped Mike and his ego long enough for Barry to laugh.

“Well, I play every other weekend with my friends, so there’s that,” Barry motioned for everyone to huddle up so the other team didn’t hear his strategy. “I’ll guard Kate. She’s fast on her feet like me. Mike, you should shadow Jack. You’re more aggressive than he is, which means you’re likely to get the ball before him. Lena, you should pair up with James—”

Lena scoffed at the suggestion and sucked on her teeth before countering, “I’ll take Andrea.”

“No, go with James. Trust me. He’s got the bigger reach and they’ll be looking at him to shoot, but if you’re next to him, he’s going to be distracted.” Barry held her eyes with a smile, and Lena glared back at him for his predictable use of the omega on the team.

Lena couldn’t fault his plan, because she knew it would work, but it disturbed her to no end to think of James and his sweaty arms reaching around her.

“I hate this already,” Lena informed her team with a scathing jut of her chin.

“Winn, you’re on Benjamin,” Barry continued, ignoring the grimace on the beta’s face. “He’s bigger, but you have advantage, because you can run circles around him, and that leaves Kara—”

“With Andrea. I can do her no problem,” Kara asserted, her voice firm and lips tight like she was being assigned a special mission and was ready to go.

“You can what?” Lena questioned in outrage, her voice lost in the noise of Jack’s team letting out a cheer.

They broke from their huddle with a fast slap of hands and took their positions. Lena spent the first seconds watching Kara instead of the ball.
 

In her peripheral vision, someone passed to Barry, and he charged down the court to sink an easy first basket. Her entire team whooped for their captain, but Lena was still standing in the place where she began.

She shook herself out of her distraction and got her head back into the game when James ended up with the ball. He grinned at Lena as she ran up to him and swiveled around him.

“You going to take this from me?” James asked, like he thought Lena’s efforts were sweet and of little consequence.

“As a matter of fact, I am.” Lena faked him out by pretending to go left instead of right and smacked the ball from his hands to pass to Kara.

It excited her to watch the alpha react on fast feet and speed down the court to earn their team more points. Kara threw a lay-up and spun around with her hands still in the air after scoring.

“Damn Kara, you’re good. You should join my team!” Barry exclaimed and raced by to return to half court.

“I’d love that, but I’ll need to check my schedule,” Kara laughed and flashed a proud grin to Lena.

Even from across the court Lena could sense Kara seeking approval. Lena went against her best interests of keeping Kara all to herself for sex, and actively encouraged the alpha with a quick nod before James almost bowled her over to make a play for the ball.

The scent of his aggression was overbearing, and Lena slapped at the ball, knocking it out of his reach and passing it over to Winn.

The beta never stood a chance, and Benjamin took possession and dribbled down the court with Kate and Jack yelling for a pass.

Everyone was shocked when Jack outmaneuvered Mike to get the ball and actually scored two points, and the reek of Mike’s frustration followed him, invisible and putrid.

“Go team!” Andrea yelled, jumping in front of Kara with her ass angled back to try and rub into the alpha.


Kara fortunately had her eyes on the game, but Lena seethed at the sight of Andrea flaunting herself.

Lena wasn’t sure where the surge of adrenaline came from, or why she felt the need to let out a snarl, but she ducked under James and his flying elbows to intercept Mike.

“Here!” She yelled, startled when Mike didn’t hesitate to hurl the ball at her with enough force to take her face off.

She grabbed it with both hands and vindictively aimed for Andrea. Kara’s reflexes were faster than the omega’s, and the only thing hurt was Andrea’s pride when she let out a shriek for no reason.

“Go, go!” Lena shouted, and Kara took off down the court with everyone rushing after her to watch as she scored from outside the three point arc.

Kara’s jovial scent wasn’t nearly as competitive as Lena’s or the other alphas, and Lena realized with a sickening lurch that she might actually want to watch Kara play with Barry at the weekends. Incognito, of course, probably in a hoody and sunglasses with a cap so nobody would recognize her—but she would do it to see that infectious grin on Kara’s face while she worked up a sweat.

Lena was so focused on mentally working out her clothes that she never noticed the charge of players running up the court until she tried to get out of the way and tripped over James’ big feet. She landed on her knees and her cheek brushed against his shorts as she righted herself.

“I knew you’d fall for me sooner or later,” James gloated, completely missing the pass from Kate as he stared at Lena’s tits.

“Literal falling isn’t quite the same,” Lena grunted with the softest inflection of her accent creeping through.

She glared at his smug face and grabbed for the ball, which she threw to Mike as Kara jogged over to check on her.

That was when she saw an opportunity and dramatically clutched at her knee. “Ow.”

When she was ten years old, she had taken a three-week acting class as part of summer enrichment program, and all of the lessons came back to her as she faked tears that somehow felt a little too real.

She didn’t want to continue the game, or deal with Andrea fawning over Kara, and if another one of her alpha colleagues sexualized her, she was going to set an intentional fire in the lab.

Lena leaned into all of the emotions she was already experiencing and whimpered.

“Lena, what happened?” Kara asked and glanced into her eyes and down at her scraped knee, which added to the drama by trickling blood.

Kara bent down and used her own legs like a chair, holding Lena up while everyone gathered to check on her.

Lena looped her arms around Kara and pushed her bottom lip out in the most pathetic pout imaginable. “I tripped, but I’ll be okay. Maybe some ice will help.”

“You’re bleeding,” Kara pointed out with an emphatic wave of her hand and hoisted Lena up. “Somebody call an ambulance—or do something! It’s an emergency!”

“Kara, no,I’m fine,” Lena spat and placed a hand on Kara’s shoulder to get her attention before she ended up in the hospital for a scratched knee. “There’s a first aid kit in the locker room.”

“I bet that won’t even bruise, but you’ll certainly have to stay off your knees for a few days,” Andrea remarked and came closer to inspect the minor injury. “A challenge for you, I’m sure.”

Something mean and awful frothed up Lena’s esophagus and the vileness reached the back of her tongue, ready to be spat out and into Andrea’s face. Lena opened her mouth to launch it at the exact time Kara turned towards Jack, effectively swinging Lena away from Andrea and the temptation to reduce her to ash with only her words.

“I’ll assist Lena with her injury while you play on,” Kara asserted, ever confident in the way she handled situations regardless of how incorrectly she might have assessed them.

“That’s very kind of you, Kara. I’m sure Lena will appreciate the help to keep the weight off her knee.” Jack’s concern was genuine and he leaned closer to see the bruise already forming on Lena’s kneecap with a wince. “If you’re not sure what to use, Lena will guide you, but I trust she’s in safe hands with you.”

“She is, my hands have always been safe with her,” Kara intoned seriously, and Lena held her breath until it became clear that Jack and the others mistook what she meant by that.

“Yes, you’re very careful in the lab, and I, for one, appreciate that.” Jack grinned, and then ushered Kara off the court while Mike and Benjamin fought over the ball.

Lena could feel Andrea’s eyes on her when Kara refused to put her down for even a second. She spitefully turned to rest her chin on Kara’s shoulder and cuddled into the alpha’s buff arms while staring at Andrea. With everyone else distracted, Lena flipped her off behind Kara’s back and smiled when Andrea mouthed the word Bitch.

Under the bright lights of the locker room, Lena’s wound appeared to be spreading because of the small trail of blood, and she knew she would have to explain that she was really fine when Kara settled her down on a bench so very carefully and then searched for the first aid kit.


“Don’t move, Lena. If I can’t find it, I’ll call a cab and take you straight home. Alex keeps medical supplies in my bathroom for emergencies like this—”

“Kara it’s just a little scrape. My leg isn’t going to fall off,” Lena intoned, somewhat amused by the alpha’s panic and how she paused mid step with horrified, wide eyes.

“Can that happen to humans?” Kara fearfully whispered, evidently imagining people’s limbs popping off at random from the slightest bump.

“How are you so smart and still so—”

Lena would never call Kara dumb, but she did have to pause and press her lips together when the hulking Kryptonian retrieved the first aid bag and knelt down to peer at her with such trusting, worried eyes. “Confused by human biology?”

“Well, I’m not confused by all of it. I’ve learned a lot since I got here,” Kara suavely stated, and ripped open an antiseptic wipe with her teeth to dab gently against Lena’s knee.

The level of sexual tension between was outrageously high and Kara exuded sexual pheromones the way most alphas tried to convey power.

Lena whimpered, her leg jerking from the subtle caress of Kara’s fingers along the back of her knee, and Kara grabbed her by the ankle to hold her steady.

Kara very methodically cleansed the wound, applied the smallest amount of antibacterial cream, and finished with a band-aid.

That really should have been the end of it, except neither of them stood up, and Lena exhaled, “Why don’t you demonstrate your knowledge, Kara? Really show me what you’ve grasped over these past few months.”

Kara dragged her fingers over the seam of the shorts Lena was wearing and glanced around to ensure no one else had followed them into the locker room. “Maybe we shouldn’t do this here. Maybe later, when you feel better—”

Lena solved the moral debate about all of that by slipping her jersey off over her head along with her bra.

Her tits silenced the argument on Kara’s lips and she smirked in victory. For all that she endured on the court, she at least wanted to make-out, and Kara went above her expectations by moving her back onto her knee.

They kissed and groped each other, and the whole setting made Lena feel like she was back in high school and ditching class. Kara worked her basketball shorts and panties down, and Lena straddled one muscular thigh with a groan.

The Kryptonian’s superior biology was showing in every way, from how she maneuvered Lena around to how she continued to maintain the same position without any trouble whatsoever. Lena couldn’t help but rub her wet cunt on Kara’s thigh, spreading her legs and whimpering from the gentle grind.

“This is the kind of physical activity you were counting on us having when we left work today, isn’t it?” Kara teased, her lips hovering above Lena’s as she eased two fingers along the slick crease of Lena’s cunt to trap her clit between them.

The all-encompassing friction got better when Kara crooked her fingertips, and Lena worked for it by rolling her hips faster.

“You know I can’t go more than four or five hours without this.” Without you, Lena corrected in her head, and gripped the front of Kara’s jersey in her hands.

She rocked her pelvis, gliding over Kara’s fingers while she slid her hand under the alpha’s shorts to discover she wasn’t wearing boxers.

Lena used the flat of her palm and the barest caress of her fingers to arouse Kara, sensually petting the length of her cock without wrapping around the straining member to stroke it. They moved in rhythm, with both of their hips jerking and the softest grunts of frustration beginning to escape their throats.

It was a game all of its own, one that Lena happily lost when she rubbed her thumb into the sticky groove of Kara’s erection to get what she wanted.

Lena moaned at the blissful sensation of Kara filling her cunt with two fingers, and she in turn stroked the alpha’s solid cock with pleasurable tugs. “I want this inside me.”

Kara stood at the same time, dropping her shorts behind her and lifting Lena to pin her into one of the lockers.

The lock rattled against the metal from the first thrust, and Lena’s toes curled from the thorough penetration. Her pelvic flutters and flooding arousal made it possible for Kara to slam into her and her tits shook from their rutting.

“I love you,” Lena breathed out airily, the words coming from her chest and not from her brain, which was mortified at uttering such an unguarded confession while having sex.

She blinked at the horrible error and panicked that Kara would reciprocate the sentiment. The only thing to do was to smother Kara with a kiss and keep her tongue busy to avoid further mortification.

Kara locked her sturdy arms around Lena’s legs and lower back and pounded into her. Lena attacked the alpha with kisses and bit Kara’s mouth, moaning from the roughness and animalistic greed of their mating.

“Pretend you’re breeding my pussy and give me all of your seed,” Lena rasped and rubbed the apex of her thighs against Kara’s groin, stimulating herself to a body-melting orgasm.

Kara indulged her through the bliss, sucking each of her nipples into the warmth of her mouth to prolong the pleasurable shudders and spontaneous clench of her cunt.

Lena whined at the sudden loss of Kara’s cock when she pulled out fast, the rigid heat of her erection leaving her gaping.

“You’re so slick, it’s easy to imagine you’re in heat,” Kara praised, moving them to one of the stalls so she could bend Lena forward. “I want you from behind, but not on your knees.”

Kara coaxed Lena into grabbing the bench with a steady hand between her shoulders. The wide tip of her cock was already slotting into Lena’s twitching entrance and they both groaned at the first rough plunge that soaked Lena’s thighs.

The wet smack of their hips coming together rang out in the empty room and Kara flung aside the curtain to admire Lena posed so prettily with her ass in the air.


“We should only make plans if we can also make time for this during them,” Kara informed her, snaring a fistful of Lena’s dark hair in a move that both thrilled and stunned her.

She didn’t care how wanton she sounded or how long and keening her moan happened to be, providing it spurred Kara into dominating her like that again.

Lena’s mind went to all the places they could potentially fuck. She fixated on the back alley of a bar as she pushed her cunt into the harsher slam of Kara’s pelvis. “You’d have to act like you were in rut, and fuck me fast, or we’d get caught.”

Lena didn’t stop to realize that while she got off on the fantasy of it, they were acting it out right now. She rubbed between her thighs to stimulate her clit and whined, “When will you be in rut?”

The thought of Kara needing to use her cunt more than she already did nearly induced Lena’s heat and her omega perfumed the stall with scents that begged for Kara’s seed.

Kara smushed her lips together in a way that was common when she wanted to avoid answering and pounded into Lena with ferocity. She finally exhaled a loud groan, panting from the force of her cock erupting within the tight confines of Lena’s pussy.

Lena raised herself up on her hands and glanced back at Kara to make it clear she wasn’t going to leave the subject alone until she got answers.

“I go into rut up to three times as often,” Kara admitted without making direct eye contact.

None of that added up, since Kara had yet to experience a rut since her arrival on earth, and Lena frowned in consternation.

Kara pulled out and glanced down at the glazed center of Lena’s pussy lips. “I’ve been using suppressors recently, because that would be a lot for any human omega to handle.”

Lena’s omega went through a distress response that was fraught with feelings of betrayal. She closed her mouth at a delay and released a sexually frustrated and feral musk so demanding that Kara’s cock pumped out another gush of seed.

Kara evidently anticipated the rant Lena would hit her with and immediately tried to placate her with a knowing smile and soft palms that cupped at her face. “Lena—”

“Oh no you don’t,” Lena raged and cut off the heartfelt speech that Kara was so accustomed to delivering in the heat of the moment.

She turned to prowl after the alpha when Kara stepped back, her fists unclenching just so she could reach for Kara’s cock to keep her from retreating. “It might not be a custom where you’re from, but here on Earth, an omega takes care of her alpha when in rut. You think I can’t give you what you need?”

The question sounded more like a challenge, and in her haste to prove herself, Lena forgot why they were in a locker room. She backed Kara into one of the benches and flexed her strong-willed nature by shoving Kara into a reclined position with her legs on either side of the wood.

Kara didn’t resist her advances, and her cock stood proudly, straining against gravity and the hefty size of itself. “That’s not what I meant. Our biology is different. My ruts—”

“Are mine to soothe,” Lena pressed.

She straddled Kara with an authoritative raised brow and dragged her sopping cunt over Kara’s erection, spreading seed along the veiny shaft before she allowed the very tip to poke into her tender passage.

“Maybe you haven’t realized how much my cunt can take,” Lena mused, digging her palms into Kara’s shoulders to keep her flat as she slid down on Kara’s cock. She took every thick inch in one glide and tightened her walls with enough force to make Kara utter something guttural in her native tongue.

At any other time, Lena would have taken it slow and given herself the chance to fully appreciate the control of being on top, but not now. She had a point to make and Kara needed to learn.

Lena didn’t give either of the time to adjust to the reversal of their dynamic, and rode Kara like she was heading into battle, her indignation burning through her limbs as she filled her pussy with the alpha.

Kara’s hips lifted off the bench, her breaths harsh and eyes rolling, and Lena smirked at the euphoria on her face.

Lena used the phrase that the Kryptonian often used on her while she boldly grabbed for Kara’s jaw. “Look at me. You're going to spend your next rut so deep in my pussy, you’ll never want to take another suppressor.”

The insistent squeeze of her cunt would leave her sore inside, but Kara’s shaft jerked and pulsed in instantaneous pleasure.

Lena was empowered by her brazen act and she leaned forward to claim Kara’s mouth with bruising kisses that she trailed down the alpha’s jaw. She nipped and sucked until Kara reined her in with a growl that flustered her omega, and Lena submitted with a subtle gyration that begged Kara to keep her cock buried deep.

“If you feel that strongly about it, I’ll stop taking the suppressants,” Kara agreed, sitting up to grab Lena around the waist before she got to her feet. “But if it’s too much for you—”

“It won’t be. I can go all night,” Lena bragged, rolling her pelvis to grind into Kara, her thighs locked securely on the alpha’s hips.

Lena never would have shown such an intense level of sexual interest in anyone else. The shame of owning her own desires would have drowned out her libido, yet with Kara she knew she was safe to explore all of her wants and needs freely and without prejudice. In the strangest of ways, Lena was finally being seen for the first time, wholly and not for the sum of her parts.

“You’re very mischievous,” Kara laughed, palming Lena’s backside with a rumble of appreciation when her cunt fluttered in response, “That’s just one of the reasons why I lo—”

“Let’s shower together,” Lena blurted to drown out Kara’s sweet declaration before it jinxed everything they shared.

They didn’t have towels, or shower gels or any shampoo, but facing reality and their feelings for one another seemed worse than just rinsing the scent of sex off their skin. “Fuck me like you’re in rut and give me a taste of what I can expect.”

The request sparked a very physical reaction in Kara and Lena groaned, her sensitive walls spreading wider to accommodate the thicker alpha cock.

“No knotting,” Lena reminded with a breathy exhale, rocking into Kara to brush her clit against the expanding base.

The shaft continued to swell without the characteristics of a true knot, and Lena whimpered even from Kara’s softer thrusts. She locked her thighs around Kara’s hips and rested most of her weight on the expanding rod. Her inner carnal color was deepening from sex and her outer lips looked sore in their complete stretch around Kara’s girth. After lecturing Kara about how much she could take, this felt like a trial, and she nodded for more.

“Give it to me harder, Kara,” Lena pleaded and clawed down the center of Kara’s back to instigate what she wanted.

Kara listened to all of her pleading and withdrew her cock to position Lena bent over in the nearest stall beneath the showerhead. She infused the air with appreciative, dominant pheromones and cupped Lena’s cunt like it was special.

The brief reprieve gave Lena time to turn on the spray, and droplets speckled her face and neck as she writhed into Kara’s palm impatiently. Water rushed down her breasts as Kara realigned herself, and the first rough push of her cock jolted Lena against the blue tiled wall.

Kara pounded into her with vigor, spreading Lena inside and making her scream out unintelligible curse words. “Fuhh—mmm, ye-uuhhh.”

Lena used to think that half the noises omegas made in porn were all fake, yet her own keening moans and drawn out whines were a testament to how wrong she had been. She let them flow from her lips, a sultry debauched cadence that kept Kara’s hips pistoning into her wanton cunt. She was greedy in her desires, hungering for cock despite how full and tight her pussy already was, and Kara knew it.

The raunchy noises their bodies made and the slick slapping of Kara’s pelvis hammering into Lena’s ass grew louder the faster they rutted. Lena’s hands slid over tiles and Kara’s fingers bit into her waist, holding her steady through every rapid stroke of her cock.

“You’ve been waiting for me to go into rut, haven’t you Lena?” Kara whispered, nuzzling into Lena’s damp hair to find her ear. “You’ve wanted this since the moment I came inside you bare.”

“God, that’s-I—”

Lena couldn’t dispute it, couldn’t lie at all because the tremor of her inner passage was the confirmation Kara sought out and her orgasm was as good as a confession. She groaned at the force of her contractions, her legs trembling and head lolling from uncontrollable bliss hitting her bloodstream. If not for Kara’s strong arms around her middle, Lena’s feet would have slipped out from under her.

“This is all I’ll want when I’m in rut, just you and your cunt for days.” Kara growled, evidently getting into the idea of having Lena completely in such a profoundly hedonistic way. She latched onto Lena’s neck with a bite close to the place she would be claimed and sucked viciously, the plunge of her cock ensuring Lena’s channel remained open for deeper penetration.

Lena let gravity take over and bent forward, trusting that Kara would keep her up even as she tried to stretch towards the floor where water splashed near her toes. The submissiveness of letting Kara drill into her sopping hole while she presented thrilled Lena’s omega and she whimpered when Kara took advantage and pulled her into each quickened thrust.

She had privately hoped Kara’s dirtier side would manifest in rut and their little game of pretend was living up to her expectations. From the new angle, Lena could see between her thighs and she watched with deprived glee how Kara made her pretty pussy take such a huge cock.

“Will you be thinking of the day when you’re finally allowed to knot me, Kara?” Lena half moaned, bringing her hand up to soothe the ache of her neglected clit.

She should have known better than to provoke Kara’s alpha, and she gasped when the turgid length expanded all the way from base to tip inside her velvety clutch. Kara struggled to keep her rhythm, her grunts exhaled through clenched teeth as the pressure in Lena’s cunt reached its maximum.

The thought of any knot previously intimidated Lena, and if she wasn’t so thoroughly aroused, she would likely have been aware that Kara’s entire shaft was damn near the girth of the average alpha’s knot. The brutal collision of their bodies evoked primal urgency within Lena and her omega reeled, euphoric and enlightened by the onslaught of pleasure.

She fingered her clit with frantic cries, and Kara almost pushed her onto her knees to mount her like an omega in heat.

“I always think of that,” Kara admitted, lunging into Lena so hard that the tip of her cock met silken resistance. They were practically on the floor, and Kara left imprints of her teeth along the pristine skin of Lena’s shoulders before locking her lips around the nape of her neck.

This is what it’s like to breed, Lena deliriously thought, going limp with overstimulation when her pussy spasmed around Kara’s cock. She felt like she was floating and the pulsing sensation of Kara’s length coaxed her back into her body with a groan so filthy it extended Kara’s release.

A river of seed slid out of Lena’s grasping cunt when Kara pulled out, and they watched it, mesmerized, until the last trickle slid warmly down her inner thighs.

Lena tangled herself up in emotions that rushed through her, as scintillating and brilliant as the bliss she experienced, and she melted into Kara the second the alpha lifted her up for a kiss.

The wetness on her cheeks wasn’t entirely because of the shower and Lena tried her best to ignore the awakening that resonated through her lithe frame. It was only sex, for fuck’s sake. Great sex. The best sex of her life, actually, but she wasn’t going to say that.

It turned out that the showers actually had their own shower gel and shampoo dispensers, and Lena slathered herself and Kara in the suds in between bashful grins and the oddest fluttering sensation in her chest. She wondered if other omegas experienced the same feelings after connecting with their alphas. Lena couldn’t be sure, though that didn’t stop her from embracing it for once.

They rinsed off and fondled one another all the way back to the lockers, oblivious to the world and the reality of their coworkers wrapping up the last of their game outside the doors. Kara chivalrously offered Lena her sweater to use as a towel, and they tugged their clothes over still damp skin and discovered they were still inseparable.

Afterwards, Kara pinned her into the empty locker with little more than her lips, and Lena encouraged it by looping her fingers around Kara’s belt to tug her closer.

The sound of someone coughing didn’t even interrupt them, but Benjamin’s snide laughter made Lena jump. Their entire office was observing their post-sex canoodling.

Jack gaped at them with a dramatic expression on his face that would have been more appropriate had someone pulled a knife on him. “Lena, what’s going on? Are you and Kara seeing each other?”

“It seems like they’ve been doing a lot more than that,” Benjamin muttered through tight rows of teeth with his hand up to block his remark from traveling too far. “They were swapping spit just a second ago.”

Andrea’s face turned a shade of tomato-red and she squinted at Lena and inhaled their combined musk into her lungs. “Why don’t you two just admit you’re together?”

After weeks of keeping their relationship private, Lena scrambled to protect herself from office gossip. She dropped Kara’s sweater somewhere on the floor and laughed like Andrea had said something preposterous.

“Maybe because we’re not together,” Lena proclaimed with a scoff and disgusted look that she threw at Kara in panicked self-defense. “I have no interest in dating anyone, and Kara is the last person I would choose on this planet or any other.”

The hurtful, bitchy statement burned like acid in her throat, and regretwas a soft word to describe her feelings when Kara opened her mouth and made a quiet croaking noise rather than dispute it with her.

Kara must have been blindsided by Lena’s rudeness, but she didn’t shame her in front of everyone or brag about her conquest like any other alpha would have done. She put her arms over her broad chest and stiffened her chin. “You heard Lena. We’re not together, and there’s nothing to see here.”

There was a disquieting silence that followed in which Kara bent down to grab her gym bag and strode off before Lena could even put out a hand to stop her.

Lena stood in the midst of her suspicious and confused colleagues for as long as it took her to remove the belongings from her locker.

“That was harsh, Luthor,” Benjamin remarked out of the side of his mouth.

Lena shouldered her way past him, barely knocking him aside in her hurry to get out of the place. There was no sign of Kara on the street, and Lena wasn’t about to humiliate herself when half of her coworkers stumbled outside to try and glimpse the drama they assumed would be unfolding.

In the spirit of keeping her job, Lena ignored them all and got into a cab, her panicked and distressed scent so cloying the driver lowered the windows after speeding off.


Her Luthor instincts were kicking in and Lena halfway convinced herself that everything was going to be fine. She rationalized that Kara was smart enough to grasp her desire for privacy around the workplace and how, after some wine and a sincere, yet apologetic blowjob, they would laugh about the whole misunderstanding.

Plenty of couples fucked up in one way or another during the course of a relationship, so that meant they were normal, right? They would get over her crippling inability to share personal details of her life with the very people who judged her the most. A little white lie never hurt anyone.

Except that didn’t stack up, and every time Lena blinked, she witnessed the devastation on Kara’s face. The way her smile fractured and dropped with the weight of Lena’s cruelty, the sound of her pain so fragmented and coarse. She had killed something pure inside Kara without batting an eye, and in the process of protecting herself she had treated Kara the way every other alpha had treated her over the years, as disposable.

It was a disgusting and horrible realization and it gnawed at Lena’s insides, churning her gut and making her gasp for breath long after she returned to the safety of her apartment, where the only one to judge her other than herself was Doris.

Between rehearsing her apology and the overwhelming panic of speaking to Kara after being so callous, Lena poured herself a drink and finally hit the call button.

It rang five times and then went onto voicemail, and Lena hung up to try again. The next call got two rings and then went to voicemail, and the third gave a glib automated message that it wasn’t possible to connect her call.

Lena let out a strangled noise and drowned it with wine before it became a full sob.

This wasn’t supposed to happen. She had changed her mind. She had felt things that were too good, too real to just forget.

But you never wanted her to begin with, the voice in the back of her mind whispered, you don’t deserve her, and now she knows that, too.