Bloodlines - Part 2

All the tags from pt 1 apply.

Word count: 10,998


The slow chug of a locomotive winding its way through the countryside was an awakening to Lena’s senses, the quiet toot toot of the horn prickling the hairs on her neck, and the huff of the engine making her eyes blink open.

She was in unusual surroundings and there was something — no, someone — heavy and warm curled up beside her. An alpha, with its arm around her in an intimate embrace, and its cock still knotted inside the lustful warmth of her cunt. On the edge of consciousness and half mad with what felt like fever, Lena let out an aggressive hiss and went for her handguns.

She whined at finding herself attached to the beast and unable to defend herself. Her attempts to separate from the alpha only hurt her, and the despairing noises she made woke the alpha up.

It took a long struggle and a lot of thrashing before the alpha’s scents whirled around her, bringing her back to her right state of mind.

Lena remembered the night before, their conversation, and the attraction she had to the alpha as she bit at Kara’s neck to feed from veins that somehow belonged to her. She realized she was famished, not just for blood but also for food, and that her own scent was lighter and crisper – like the fragrance of an apple tree during its spring bloom.

“What’s happening to me?” Lena asked with quiet exhales of panic, little breaths in and out that should have been impossible. “I feel like I’m burning from the inside out. I feel alive, but my heart isn’t beating.”

“You’re an omega,” Kara reminded her and moved the hair away from her throat where the claim bite still sizzled. “Your body has gone into heat to carry my pups.”

Lena scoffed at the impudence of the alpha, though it was a response borne of panic rather than disbelief.

Her breasts were fuller and her nipples tender, a blatant and biological sign that she could carry if Kara’s seed was strong. If she was not who she was, a vampire of the house Luthor.

She made a quiet noise that was close to whining or yipping when Kara’s knot loosened from her.

“I need you to mate with me.” Lena uttered, the words like grit in her mouth, some foreign objects she couldn’t account for, confusing and yet just what she meant to say.

She was naked in a field like an animal with a cunt that was aching to be full of Kara’s seed.

Lena needed a raw and continuous mating that would make her Kara’s unquestionably, both by claim and by progeny.

“Help me,” Lena whispered, at a loss for how to cope with these overwhelming new feelings. “Please.”

Kara stood up and found their clothes, and instead of covering her with the sleek leather, dressed her in the tattered shirt that had been on her own back.

“I have to get you to safety,” Kara husked, touching Lena’s chin with two fingers and guiding her where to look. “Do you understand? I can’t send you back to your coven like this.”

Lena nodded and held out her arms to Kara, and as she stood it was without the grace and speed of a vampire. She wobbled like a fawn and Kara scooped her up to her carry her on overgrown paths and away from the higher trees.

“I’m losing myself, I’m turning into one of your kind.” Lena let out a low whine of distress as they came to an area where the forest edged on a long road and a blue truck was parked. “Where are we? Where will you take me?”

“To the only place that’s ever felt like home to me,” Kara announced and rubbed her cheek against Lena’s to calm her before belting her into the front seat of the truck.

It had been ingrained into Lena for more than two hundred years that she should never trust a lycan, and now she was mated to one.

The very pheromones that passed between them were so reassuring and protective that Lena curled against the seat and indulged the feeling that she should sleep some more and conserve her energy for when it mattered most. She drifted into a chaotic dream of her faceless sire, and awoke again hours later in the comfort of a cozy den.

There were a few sofas in front of a fireplace, but Lena was resting on a low mattress in a nook of the room.

Kara must have removed her clothes and sponge bathed her, because she was naked and felt much cleaner. It was peculiar how fiercely she wanted for Kara and how she cried and yipped because the alpha dared to leave her alone.

Had it not been for a pillow with Kara’s scent all over it, Lena would have been inconsolable. As it was, her sexual perfumes begged for Kara’s return and she whined even louder as she heard footsteps.

Kara appeared from a door with a bowl of soup in one hand and came over to sit on the edge of the bed. “I’m here. Do you think you can try some of this soup?”

Lena had a mixed appetite, the desire to feed and also a compulsion to pull the bowl from Kara’s hands and eat the first meal she had in centuries.

She devoured it with the hunk of crusty bread the alpha had brought for her, and then lunged to sink her teeth into the veins on Kara’s wrist as she tried to take the empty bowl away.

“Haven’t you ever heard the expression ‘don’t bite the hand that feeds you’?” Kara asked, though she surrendered her arm to Lena and let her suck in contentment. “You’re still a vampire. I know you’re afraid you’re turning into one of us, but I believe it’s just your heat that’s taking your strength away. It will come back when your heat ends.”

Lena was too distracted wrapping her full lips around the punctures where Kara’s essence flowed. It led her to avariciously think of how Kara’s body could satisfy her in other ways.

“Mate with me, then. Do whatever you do with other omegas when they’re in this condition,” Lena whispered, too overcome with hormones to understand why Kara hesitated.

Another door opened and the intrusion ended their conversation. Kara threw a blanket over her and stood up to face an auburn-haired alpha, whose fury Lena could smell in the woman’s pheromones.

“What in the hell are you doing, Kara?” The alpha griped and pulled her higher rank with a growl when Kara didn’t immediately answer her. “Never mind the fact that you claimed a vampire, but the foolishness of bringing her here? She’s in heat - and you know every alpha within a ten mile radius will be able to sense that.”


“Alex, I had nowhere else to go, and you’re one of the few who knows about this place.”

Kara was just as aggressive in her tone, her jaw tight and firm as she defended her decision to shelter Lena.

“You need to knot her, then,” Alex commanded with a finger pointed at Lena, though she refused to glance at her or acknowledge her, apart from speaking to Kara about her situation. “You need to knot her all day so she doesn’t smell like that. She’s begging with her pheromones, and while I know she probably can’t control it yet, some stupid alpha out there is going to respond to that scent.”

“She doesn’t understand any of this, Alex,” Kara argued with a flailing wave of her arm and a frustrated snarl. “I can’t knot her while she’s like this. Not yet, not until we have a better understanding of what it means for a lycan to hold claim over a vampire.”

“I am telling you that you have two choices: knot her or stake her,” Alex commanded with a strict grumble and a heavy furrow between her eyebrows. “Otherwise we’ll have alphas at our front door, and one of them will do what you refused to do.”

Lena chose not to interrupt the stand-off between the alphas, because she could feel that Alex’s extreme scorn was edged in attraction — and somehow her instinct was that she should hold her tongue as an omega in heat.

It irritated Lena that she was subject to the whims of her body, and that all she could do was stare up at the alphas with a pathetic expression on her face. Her fingers twitched for the cool metal of her handguns, for some self-defense against anyone who might try to attack her.

“I’ll handle it,” Kara snarled, her teeth suddenly sharper and eyes luminous at the threat of violence towards her omega. She postured with clenched fists in front of Alex, not in challenge but in defense of Lena.

That alone was bizarre, yet Lena understood on some level that Kara would always seek to protect her, and that it was part of their bond, whether she liked it or not.

The protective pheromones the alpha used to cloak the air surrounding them was cold comfort.

Lena was loath to make herself smaller though she sensed it was appropriate, but she did tighten the wool blanket around herself. It was itchy against her heated, sweaty skin, and she resisted the urge to claw at the damned mark on her throat.

Alex bared her own teeth, unswayed by Kara’s reek, and for a tense second it seemed they might lunge at one another in combat.

“You put us all at risk if you leave her like this,” Alex grit out, her lycan claws piercing through the skin of her fingers.

“I said I’ll handle it!” Kara snapped, the muscles beneath her shirt rippling like she might just shift to put an end to their disagreement.

“How?” Alex demanded, reining in her own rage to a simmering disapproval that darkened her features as she paced restlessly.

Lena recognized that look. She had witnessed it enough on her brother’s face to see it for what it was – familial.

“The old way,” Kara uttered, some of the fight gone from her voice as she lowered her gaze to the floor in submission. “The herbs still grow in the forest.”

Alex scoffed at the suggestion, her arms folding across her chest as she pressed her lips together in consternation. “If you pick the wrong ones, you’ll only heighten her heat, and then what?” The combative tone was at odds with the way she brushed her fingers through her short hair only to sigh bitterly, “I’ll find them for you. You’ve done enough as it is.”

Kara cringed like Alex’s parting words cut her and stepped toward the stairs to call after the alpha. “Alex—”

“Stay with her,” Alex commanded, the resounding slam of the door making it final.

“Who is she to you?” Lena asked, her curiosity the only other thing that she could cling onto when her body burned for Kara’s touch. “That lycan isn’t one of Non’s, yet you look to her for approval.”

The lilt of Lena’s voice brought Kara back to her, and the alpha sank into a seat with a heavy exhale.


“When my parents...” Kara tapered off and her face hardened as her eyes closed like the mere thought of her kin still pained her terribly.

Lena reached for the alpha’s hand. Something inside her was driving her to offer comfort and she stared at their fingers when they clasped.

“Alex is like a sister to me,” Kara answered solemnly, as if the contact coaxed truth from her lips. “I lived with her family for years while I was still a young pup.”

That inspired sympathy inside of Lena. When mixed with her hormones, it became a concoction for fevered fantasies of birthing so many pups that the alpha would never have to be alone.


Her reflexes seemed to have recovered after her rest. She was at least agile as she moved to face the fireplace before she did something silly like sit in Kara’s lap.

“With as many as you’ve lost on your side, it’s hard to see why Non still pushes for war.” Lena’s stoic behavior might not have given away her feelings, but her quivering voice was lousy at hiding them. “Lex is the same, and he was the one to kill your parents, so please accept this as my personal apology. I’m sorry.”

She turned in time to see how her statement struck Kara, whether it was new information or a revelation that would bring a swift end to their amity.

Kara was awfully still, her jaw tense and eyes an unnatural shade of blue.

They stared at each other in strained silence until Kara huffed, “Your brother is a true monster. If it wasn’t for him, there would be fewer dead on both sides. He instigates every time.”

“Now hold on a minute, the problem isn’t just us,” Lena snapped, as feisty as she could be as she flung her blanket off and pointed to the mark on her neck. “Case in point.”

“You can thank your brother for that,” Kara growled, though not completely in anger. Her eyes swept down Lena, lingering at the glossy slick between her thighs.

“His teeth aren’t on my throat, yours are,” Lena seethed, her words acting as a conduit for their sexual tension.

Bringing attention to the claim only served to make her more desperate and the scent of her grew worse without the blanket.

Kara narrowed her eyes and prowled closer, her head dipped to observe Lena like an animal ready to hunt.

“Would it have been better if I let Non’s pack stake you?” Kara asked curiously, her lips pulling tight against her teeth when she muttered, “I’m sure Lex was counting on that.”

Lena reeled back from the slap of the statement, her jaw dropping indignantly as she hissed, “How dare you say that to me?”


It didn’t help that she had considered the same thing, that Lex might have weighed the risk to her life and considered it worthwhile, even if his machinations didn’t play out as planned.

“What better way to rally your coven?” Kara pressed harshly, in spite of the desire that clouded around her muscular frame. She unfurled a wave of pheromones so potent that Lena whined and parted her thighs in a wider stance, and then Kara had the audacity to rumble with approval.

“Oh, you are no better than him,” Lena accused as she resisted the urge to drop onto her knees. The itch of her feverish skin was so unbearable that her hands curled into fists to stop her nails from raking down her arms. She was starved for touch, and though her body throbbed for Kara to soothe the ache of her cunt, she refused to acknowledge it and stood taller in defiance. “Taking what you want, using your claim against me to keep me subdued--”

The alpha bristled physically and the jut of her chin said she was offended.

“Is that what you think?” Kara asked through clenched teeth, her furrowed brow unable to mask the ephemeral flinch that passed across her features.

“Why shouldn’t I?” Lena demanded aggressively, and surprised even herself by striding toward the alpha, recklessly unleashing her own pheromones the higher her emotions climbed. “I don’t belong here with you. My coven—”

“Then leave,” Kara bit out, the clash of her teeth as loud as a gun shot in the quiet room.

There was no reason for such a command to upset Lena on level it did, yet it brought her to a shuddering stop. She scoffed in Kara’s face to save what little dignity she still possessed and faltered as she searched the alpha’s eyes for any sign of a bluff.

Kara raised her eyebrows and stared back at Lena like she dared her to take another step.

When she didn’t, the alpha raised her chin arrogantly and stared down at her breasts. “Are you worried your precious coven won’t welcome you through the gates like this?”

Lena’s mouth opened and she curled her bottom lip over her teeth as she held back a stream of vitriol. She wouldn’t debase herself any more than she already had, but to back down now would look cowardly, and pathetic and she would rather die than give Kara the satisfaction of being right.

Turning her back and running was much easier, but the moment her foot hit the first stair she knew she was making a mistake.

The venom of the wolf must have worked itself into every piece of her, because leaving the alpha was harder than Lena expected. It was a pain she couldn’t fathom, yet her pride was stronger, and she forced herself up the wooden staircase to wrench the door open.

She no sooner pulled it free than she was toppling back down the stairs with a snarling beast.


Lena hissed instinctively as they tumbled over one another and tried to slash at the lycan in self-defense. The rough impact into the floor kept her down as teeth snapped near her throat.

Kara’s growl was thunderous and the speed at which she moved to rip the intruder off of Lena was impressive.

The sound of snarls and teeth gnashing together was broken with a high-pitched yelp, and Lena scrambled onto her feet to see that Kara was in the process of trying to pin the lycan to the ground.

“Get off me,” The man grunted, flecks of saliva clinging to his lips as he strained and tried to shift beneath Kara. “She’s calling for it, she needs this—”

Lena recognized his deep baritone voice as one of the lycans that had abducted her and bared her fangs.

“I hold claim to her!” Kara shouted, the fury in her eyes so bright that they didn’t need to glow to show the threat she issued.

“Why should we adhere to the old mating rules when you broke the most important one?” The lycan growled in Lena’s direction, his pheromones rank with the intent to ravage her.

From above, they heard the sound of a door blowing off its hinges — wood torn clean apart without so much as a splinter, and then more lycan with their crude alpha scents were invading Kara’s den.

Their vicious and animalistic sounds terrified Lena, and amid all of the chaos, she armed herself with the leg of a table that had broken. She lit it in the fireplace and swung it at the face of the lycan who stalked towards her.

Kara wrestled down the first lycan and spun around to fight the others in hand to hand combat. She threw a punch that sent one of the wolves flying into a brick wall and crumbled it to rubble. Her rate of motion was too fast to track with the naked eye, and with all of Lena’s aromas filling the den, the other beasts lacked the dexterity to hit the moving target.

Rather than compete, the weakest of the alphas retreated and left Kara to her takedown of the remaining two.

They were a horrifying sight, malformed and partially shifted with human legs and elongated faces. Their jagged teeth would slice through her Lena given the chance, and she recoiled from the display of their rigid arousal.

The lycans’ instinct to breed surpassed their other senses and Lena hissed when one of them attempted to lunge in her direction.

“Down,” Kara commanded, her thick fingers longer than Lena’s forearm as she snared the male around his ankle and dragged him to the corner where she knelt on the other to keep him pinned.


Kara’s strength outmatched theirs, but their single minded determination to reach Lena kept them trying. They communicated in growls and snaps, and Lena humiliated herself by whining in response.

The beasts’ claws carved through the floorboards, and despite the terrible stench of their desire, Lena’s cunt remained wet, her body responsive to the alpha pheromones.

“The bitch is desperate,” one of them furiously scowled, and Kara punched him square in the face with a snarl so vicious Lena trembled.

Lena hated that being an omega had weakened her, and how unreasonably petrified she was to be trapped in a place with a bunch of rabid dogs fighting over her like some bone to be won.

The sound of a shotgun stilled the fight, and from the broken wreckage of the door, Alex appeared. The grim expression on her face remained as she evaluated the damage, her hand tight on the stock of the gun.

“Unless you want a face full of silver, you’ll get the hell out,” Alex threatened, pointing the barrel of the shotgun towards them.

Fear spread through Lena’s limbs at the thought of Kara being injured, and the sound of Alex cocking the shotgun got everyone on their feet.

“You can’t tell me you don’t feel her calling,” The tallest of the two griped, his clothes in tatters as he swung his hand toward Lena. The scent of blame wafted off him and Lena sneered in response.

“You know better than to mess with someone’s claim, James,” Kara spat, and shoved him forward just to kick at the other lycan’s legs to get him moving. “The same goes for you, Ben. It goes beyond our law, to the very essence of what we are—”

“Do you think any of that matters?” Benjamin’s laugh was scornful as he shouldered Kara out of the way to stare darkly at Lena. His cock was still out and he made no move to conceal it as he husked, “Non will never allow her to live. The least we can do is have a turn with her before that happens.”

“A fate worse than death if that’s what you have to offer,” Lena snidely remarked with a cold glare at his small cock.


Alex made a sound that might have been close to an agreement.

“You won’t be saying that when I—”

Kara never allowed him to finish. She snarled as she slammed his head into the brick wall to put an end to his posturing and Benjamin collapsed at her feet. He was unconscious, but he would recover soon, and James seemed to get himself under some semblance of control as Kara turned to stare him down.

“Take Ben and leave,” Kara instructed, her overpowering scent forcing James to lower his eyes in submission.

James grabbed Benjamin by the arm and slung him over his shoulder to remove him from the den.

“They won’t be the last,” Alex stressed, and flung a pouch at Kara with a disgusted look around at the mess they had made. “You need to get her out of here.”

“On it.” Kara tucked the pouch into the pocket of her trousers and hoisted Lena up like a bride to carry her from the wreckage.

With all of the pheromones still around them, Lena took comfort in cuddling into Kara’s neck. She noticed that Kara grabbed some clothes for her before heading up the wooden staircase and out to her truck.

It should have made her feel protected to put on the dress that Kara tugged down over her head, but her whines conveyed only misery.

“Where are you taking me now, some other animal den?” Lena’s pouting lower lip stuck out just a little more when Kara buckled her in without so much as glancing into her eyes.

“Nope,” Kara sang and shut the door with a resolute slam before jogging around to the driver’s side. She hopped into the truck, started up the engine and drove off at a speed that kicked up dirt in their path.

“We’re headed into the city,” Lena observed as she read the road signs.

Her eyes narrowed as she watched Kara, her instincts demanding a complete alertness to the alpha’s moods.

She itched to take her dress off, and after Kara put the radio on as if to distract herself, Lena acted on that irrational desire.

Stripping the garment off over her head, she sensed the exact moment her breasts were free and Kara’s eyes were no longer on the road. The truck swerved off to the right shoulder before Kara gripped at the wheel again.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Kara asked, wide-eyed and agape from how Lena fondled her nipples with firm pulls and pinches.

Lena’s depraved sounding moan was answer enough, and she massaged both of her breasts with a curiosity for how they reacted to the stimulation. The electric sensation kept her from stopping or feeling any shame about touching herself in front of Kara.

The fact that anyone might see her in a passing vehicle never occurred to Lena—not that she worried about that when her libido was all that was on her mind.

The bright light of day warmed her already feverish skin and she whined as Kara tried to cover her with the dress.

“Put that back on,” Kara grit out, her fingers so tight around the wheel that she damaged the leather covering. “You can’t do this here. We’re too exposed.”

“You’re not exposed enough,” Lena asserted snidely and gripped at the front of Kara’s pants.

The alpha’s cock was hard, and Lena could feel it throb beneath her palm as she dug her nails into the fabric like she planned to claw a hole in them.

“Stop it, or we could end up in a ditch,” Kara snarled and shoved her hand away before she managed to free her cock.

Lena could smell the lust on the alpha despite her warning, and she rubbed at her cunt almost instinctively to better fill the truck with her wanton scent. The heady smell of sex distracted Kara, and Lena moaned as she lifted a leg up to rest it on the dashboard.

“It’s your fault this happened,” she hissed, dipping two fingers into her eager entrance. “Look at what you’ve done to me,” Lena demanded, a flicker of smugness on her features when Kara glanced at her shimmering slit.

Kara groaned in surrender and her hand left the wheel to cup Lena’s cunt. The touch was possessive and Lena responded with a pitiful whine until Kara pushed two fingers knuckle deep inside of her.

Being in such a lewd position with her legs so far apart and having two fingers rub her internally only made her hunger for the alpha all the more.
 

She writhed to try and satisfy herself, pushing on Kara’s hand to grant friction against her clit that wouldn’t come. None of it soothed the burning of her skin, or the fevered thoughts of rutting like they had done the night before.

“Isn’t it your job as my alpha to give me what I need?” Lena bitterly grit out, the sharp jut of her chin practically a threat.

She hissed when Kara inserted a third finger and pumped them quicker, the ephemeral bliss gone so fast that she left scratch marks up Kara’s wrist in frustration.

“You’re controlled by your heat,” Kara huffed out, her eyes flicking between the road and the viscous slick that poured from Lena’s cunt with each plunge of her fingers. “You don’t understand—”

Lena’s nostrils flared in anger and she made a calculated choice to snare Kara’s hand between her thighs by locking her legs together. She deemed the risk of crashing worth it as she tore the zipper of the alpha’s pants down with an acerbic accusation, “I understand that you want to put this inside me and that you’re denying me relief.”

There was no way for Kara to stop her from freeing her heavy erection without taking her hand off the wheel, and Lena seized the broad length with a victorious smirk.

“We don’t know what changes you’re going through. To mate now would be reckless,” Kara tried to reason, but Lena could hear the increased thud of her pulse and smelled the reciprocating pheromones that wafted off her skin.

Kara wanted her, and the rigidity of cock only proved that when the tip wept for attention.

“To leave me like this would be worse,” Lena exhaled in outrage, her instincts driving her to unbuckle her seatbelt and move forward to suck on Kara’s cock.

The salty tang of the alpha coupled with her sexual musk made Lena salivate and she moaned as she wrapped her lips around the thick rim.

Kara’s groan was filled with praise and her fingers were still crooked and pumping into Lena’s cunt, yet her words were harsh as they sped down the highway. “You’re going to get us killed.”

Lena took the last shred of willpower Kara seemed to possess by fucking herself on the alpha’s fingers, grinding into Kara’s palm as she hollowed her cheeks and swirled her tongue with voraciousness.

“That’s enough,” Kara commanded through a moan, her hips rocking like she was fighting off her own pleasure.

Lena dared to keep going, her own need outweighing the irritating compulsion to submit when Kara growled.

Her pleasure only came to an abrupt end when Kara left her cunt empty to drag her off her cock gently by the hair. She whined in distress, battling her own common sense with her overpowering libido until Kara seemed to take pity on her and adjusted her seat back.

The extra incline was an invitation Lena never expected, and Kara surprised her with a firm hand on her waist to bring Lena onto her lap.

“The second I tell you to get off me, you better do it.” Kara warned her sternly, her eyes still on the road while she eased Lena down onto her large cock with a helping hand on her hip.

Lena shuddered to a startling climax just from the fullness of her cunt, and afterwards curled into Kara to rest. The world blurred around the edges, softening with her blissful stupor, and for while that was enough to keep her calm.

When she inevitably grew restless, she used her cunt to cling around Kara’s shaft and quell the desire to roll her hips. The alpha’s jaw was set like stone as she focused on driving but her heart was pounding. Lena listened to the way it raced with every clench she gave, and her fangs drew closer to the inviting pulse that beat against her lips.

She felt the vibration of Kara’s grunt better than she heard it, and then the alpha was growling, “We’re here. You need to move before someone sees you.”

Lena didn’t care that they had arrived. She wanted to remain on Kara’s cock for as long as possible, and she would have if not for the way the truck pulled to an abrupt halt in a parking lot. Kara’s hands were firm on her waist and Lena gyrated to try and ease the tension in her cunt. She whined at the loss of Kara’s filling warmth as the alpha raised her up and off her cock, then smirked when a hot spray of seed painted her abdomen. Several spurts erupted from the tip of Kara’s erection and Lena whimpered as the base immediately began to inflate.

“Quick, put that on.” Kara motioned to the dress that was in a crumpled heap and hurried to stuff her length back into her pants.

They had pulled into a parking lot and Lena yanked the dress back over her head before anyone saw her in a state of indecency.

She hadn’t worn anything like it since she was a young woman, the flowy white material a far cry from her usual leather. Her fingers glided down over the thin straps self-consciously as she wandered after Kara.

“I hope you’re taking me to a store to replace this dress,” Lena complained and sped up to match Kara’s longer stride.

“Why? You look pretty in that,” Kara insisted with a cursory glance at how the dress tapered high on Lena’s thighs and clung to her breasts.

“It’s not even my size,” Lena griped, stepping through a door after Kara and furrowing her brow as she noticed they were inside of a café. “You have superhuman energy, why do you need coffee?”

Lena was surprised to hear a stomach gurgle and even more disturbed to recognize it as her own. She was accustomed to being quieter than the grave and the new noises in her body frightened her.

Kara stood in the line while Lena clutched at her stomach dramatically, and the man behind her inched forward to ask, “Are you okay, sweetheart?”

“Great, it just seems my appetite has returned after two centuries,” Lena replied with far too much honesty and moved closer to Kara to place their order.

“What’s that?” Lena asked and pointed into the glass case at a spherical ball attached to a stick.

“A cake pop, you want one?” Kara questioned and turned to the barista who was waiting on her order. “I’ll have a venti chai, a grande latte, and a cup of hot water, plus two cake pops.”

“And you?” The barista blinked, taking in Lena with curiosity as she stood there without an order at the ready.

Lena’s voice failed her and what came out was a quiet sound of confusion as she glanced up at the board to read her options.

“She’ll have a venti caramel macchiato with two extra pumps of caramel,” Kara piped up and opened her wallet to pay the barista, then chuckled as she explained away Lena’s weird behavior. “She always forgets how I order stuff for her, don’t you, baby?”

Lena’s mouth opened to argue in front of everyone. Kara’s pheromones thickened, a warning not to act impulsively, and Lena glared at her as she softened and dutifully muttered, “Yeah, darling.”

She would make Kara pay for her little act later, but she would settle for now by hurting her wallet.


“I also want that,” Lena insisted and pointed towards a sandwich filled with lettuce, meat and cheese. She slipped her arm through Kara’s to glance up at her flirtatiously and made sure to make her voice seductive as she murmured, “And one of those.”

The scent of her heat could be used to her advantage, and Lena exercised her power by getting Kara to buy an entire tray of food.

“Is that really all it takes to make an alpha do my bidding?” Lena gloated as Kara found them a little table at the back of the café, far away from the humans. “I just have to flutter my lashes and use this tone—”

“I knew what you were doing the whole time,” Kara flippantly retorted, her gaze not quite meeting Lena’s as she retrieved a pouch of herbs and dumped them into the cup of hot water.

“You’re lying,” Lena smirked, intently listening to the erratic beat of Kara’s heart. The slightest pink tinge brightened the alpha’s cheeks and Lena raised a dark brow that dared Kara to deny it.

The alpha ignored her and stirred the mixture until it formed a tea that she passed over. “You have to drink all of this. It will calm your heat so you can return to your coven before they suspect anything.”

“I’ve been gone all night. They’ll already suspect something,” Lena coldly snorted, her lips tight against her teeth as she thought about how Lex would react to her return.

She took a moment to consider Kara and how they might navigate through this complicated situation of being bound together without having to defend themselves at every turn.

The bleak reality was that they were both in danger and staying apart would be the only guarantee of their safety.

If not for the heat pheromones and Kara’s claim over her, Lena doubted she would have much in common with the lycan sitting across from her, yet she was intrigued by the alpha and how Kara had chosen to blend in with the humans.

The whole point of advocating for peace on either side wasn’t just to end the feud between the races, but because Lena truly believed that the lycan were capable of being more than aggressive beasts. Sitting in a café with Kara was proof of that, and Lena wouldn’t give it up so easily just to return home, where it was cold and dark and the rest of her coven might grow suspicious about her condition.

They sat in silence while Lena stole a sip from every cup on the table before deciding that her favorite was actually the macchiato with extra caramel. She could feel Kara’s eyes on her when she shunned the herbal tea and picked up one of the chocolate cakes she had goaded Kara into buying.

“I always wondered why humans made such a fuss over this,” Lena moaned around a bite of the first delectable treat she had in ages. “It’s really good. I was never allowed to eat chocolate when I was young.”

“When was that?” Kara asked around the rim of her chai.

Curiosity caused the alpha’s eyes to narrow and Lena noticed the way she let them wander to her mouth. Wrapping her lips around the fork and moaning might have been a bit overkill, but Kara was riveted and rosy cheeked.


Lena was reluctant to admit that she enjoyed Kara’s reaction more than the actual cake, and she took her time sucking on the fork before finally leveling the alpha with a reproachful glare. “It might have been a while since I’ve been among humans in the way you’re clearly accustomed to living, but even I know asking a woman her age is never a good thing.”

Kara was quick to put her chai down and Lena was amused to see that the alpha truly thought she had offended her in some way. “I was just wondering, since we age differently from humans, but it doesn’t really matter. I’m still—”

“A pup in lycan years,” Lena cut in, her sharp smile genuine.

Kara’s laughter was vastly different to the snarls and growls Lena was used to hearing from her—lighter, playful, and oddly comforting.

“I guess you’re right about that.” Kara admitted, returning to her chai now that the atmosphere between them was less brittle. She swirled the cup a few times before gulping down the beverage and then reclined in the seat to observe Lena. “So, you’ve obviously done your research to find out all you can about me.”

“Well, when an unnamed lycan suddenly lays claim to you, what else is a vampire to do?” Lena countered with a hint of a smirk and selected one of the cake pops. She twirled it between her fingers and hesitated when she brought it to her lips. “Honestly at the time I just wanted to know who you were so I could hunt you down and kill you.”

“So you’re a simple girl at heart,” Kara muttered dryly, and leaned forward to rest her elbows on her thighs as she searched Lena’s face. “Do you still want me dead?”

“It would be easier if I did,” Lena supplied with a sigh and bit into the cake pop just to screw her face up at the texture. She offered it to Kara and the alpha wolfed down the rest, along with a slice of cake and half a sandwich.

Lena raised a questioning brow when Kara looked at the other food with all the interest of a starved animal who was resisting the urge to devour it all. She took just one of the sandwiches out of courtesy and left the rest for the alpha to consume.  


“War is the only thing our species has achieved for centuries, yet I still don’t know where the hatred stems from. Not really,” Lena murmured around a mouthful of bread and cheese. “Old grudges have been passed down like heirlooms with no thought to the possibility of coexisting.”

“Is that what you want?” Kara intoned, and seemed to size Lena up as she brushed crumbs off of her shirt. “I know you want peace, but coexisting isn’t just about us. It’s about them.”

The alpha tipped her head to indicate the humans they sat amongst and peered back at Lena expectantly.

“Considering one of us uses them as a food source, and the other for mating, I’m not sure how that would go over,” Lena muttered as she thought of the many mortals she had frightened and fed on throughout the years.

At the beginning Lena had kept track of the number, but after a while she accepted that drinking blood was a fact of her existence. She knew several of her kind who took a perverse enjoyment from terrorizing humans, those who indiscriminately selected their victims, and others who chose them on the basis of personal taste.

Lena had her own secret preferences. The rise and fall of a sleeping woman’s chest was a thing of fascination to Lena. She would sit with her head cocked in curiosity and watch the gentle patterns of breath, the flushing faces of every human woman she seduced. They were all such handsome creatures in their beds, and she would sidle up beside them and kiss their necks until the temptation to sink her teeth in became far too pressing to ignore.

Lex on the other took delight in playing with his food, and for centuries had lured in women who were too curious about the occult for their own good. His favorite feeds happened after he met someone naïve in a bar — and if he clashed with a human for any reason, he liked to retaliate with his fangs.

“Peace with your kind would be one thing — peace with the humans quite another,” Lena sighed. “I believe it would be attainable if we can just show that the old way isn’t the best way— if we lay down our arms and forgive past grievances. I could still choose to retaliate for what you’ve done to me, but that would only cause more conflict. It would be much better if you were my ally and you influenced your leaders in my favor. We get along well enough to work together, and perhaps there could be other mutual benefits to the arrangement.”

Her pheromones sweetened the suggestion with a pretty and light fragrance, but her use of the compelling scent backfired. It seemed like the more Lena tested out her capabilities as an omega, the more she felt subject to the strange hormones inside of her.

Unbeknownst to Lena, it was also attracting lycan in the vicinity, which she and Kara only realized when they heard a gruff laugh at the next table. “Negotiating peace with your cunt?”

The voice belonged to an older lycan with salt and pepper hair and a thick upper lip which curled back when he smiled. He had no weapons or friends with him, yet he exuded confidence and the glint in his dark eyes when he faced Lena was undoubtedly predatory. “I like the sound of that. Why don’t you join me? We can work out a deal once you’re out of that dress.”

The audacity of his remarks got under Lena’s skin, and her nails reflexively dug into the wooden arm of the chair. She gouged jagged lines as she moved to stand up with a clear idea of how she would slash that smirk off his face. Guns or not, she wouldn’t take that kind of threat from anyone.

It wasn’t until she was on her feet that she recalled all of her talk of peace, and how this anger inside of her was drastically different and lycan-like.

Kara was in front of her before she could strike at the offensive idiot, gripping at her wrists with strong hands that were still so human, despite the added strength they possessed.

“He’s an alpha,” Kara warned under her breath, the friendly tone replaced with a rougher sounding rasp that threatened to become a growl. “Your things are in the back of my truck. Leave through the bathroom window. I’ll take care of him.”

“I’d listen to the pup, sweetheart,” The distinguished lycan sneered, his eyes burning into Lena like he wanted to fuck her and hurt her in equal measures. “My pack will already be on their way, and we love a good chase.”

“Bastard,” Lena seethed, her snarl drawing the attention of a few humans.

“Go, now,” Kara grit out, her pheromones unfurling with the order as she faced the other alpha to stare him down.

Lena knew better than to hang around, and without a parting word to say goodbye or good luck, she ran for the bathroom and launched herself up to the window. She was outside before the woman in the stall flushed, and hightailed it back to Kara’s truck to retrieve her leather outfit and guns. It upset her to rip the white dress Kara had given her, but she tore strips of the fabric off and tucked them into several different trucks and let the rest blow in the wind with her scent. That would buy her enough time to get into familiar territory and back home without getting caught.

The trouble, she soon realized, was that while her heat affected and slowed her down, she was still subject to the pull of her alpha. Separating from Kara was the smartest thing to do, yet it brought about unintended misery. The further she travelled from the lycan, the worse her heat symptoms appeared to be.

A journey that should have taken only an hour if she sprinted at full speed took at least three on foot. Sweat beaded Lena’s pale skin and her shifting appetites for food and sex gave way to a bout of nausea that made her drop to her knees at the outskirts of the forest. Dusk was finally upon her, casting shadows as the residual rays of light faded, but the darkness that would soon cloak her offered no comfort.

Lena stumbled on, every muscle in her body aching as she resisted the insufferable instinct to turn around and track Kara to wherever she may be. The tall metal fence of home loomed ahead, and if she was quick enough, she would be able to scale the side of the building and retreat to her room before Lex or anyone else realized she had been gone the whole day.

Twice she almost lost her grip on the way to her window. Inexplicable fear entered her un-beating heart when she thought she might plummet. Lena wondered why, after so many decades, she worried over something so inconsequential and tumbled into her bedroom in an ungraceful heap. If she had need for breath she would be gasping on the floor.

“Where have you been? I was starting to worry you were dead,” Sam hissed from a dark corner, her movements soundless as she approached Lena with clear concern on her face.

“Technically I am,” Lena grunted, her snide remark lacking weight as she struggled onto her feet. She didn’t want to be seen like this, weak and unwell and devastatingly close to pining for the lycan she had set out to destroy.

“What happened to you? Did you find Kara?” Sam’s rapid questions were barely above a hush and her hand was already on Lena’s clammy forehead.

“She found me and fought off two of Non’s pack. Who would have thought a lycan would ever fight to protect one of us?” Lena would have smirked if she possessed the energy, but instead she sagged into Sam’s arms and tried not to lose her footing.


Alarmed by her current state, Sam turned Lena’s face with a firm grip on her jaw and winced at the claim that still remained. “This bite is making you sick, Lena. We have to find a way to remove it.”

“There’s nothing to be done,” Lena insisted, though she accepted the arm around her waist when Sam led her towards the bed, and aided her in removing her clothes.

“I won’t tolerate any talk that sounds like you’re giving up.” Sam’s admonishing voice rang in Lena’s ears, despite how quiet they were being. “At least let me clean it.”

“Just let me rest for now,” Lena muttered, too exhausted to fight as she crawled onto the sheets and curled up with a soft whining yip that she couldn’t control. “Nobody can know I was gone.”

Her muscles were cramping and chills spread throughout her body. If she hadn’t clenched her teeth in agony, they likely would have chattered.

“I’m not leaving you like this,” Sam furiously whispered and kicked off her shoes to climb onto the bed behind Lena. “Whatever is happening, I won’t let you go through it alone, do you hear me?”

Lena whimpered when Sam’s arm draped across her abdomen, the contact both soothing and shocking to her scorching skin.

Sam embraced her from behind and coiled around Lena protectively to rest her cheek against a pale shoulder. “Tell me what I can do. Whatever you need, I’ll get it.”

Lena could barely think, let alone talk as the heat of her body ravaged her mind. Trembling in Sam’s arms, she was aware only of the fact that she was unnaturally aroused and in desperate need of her alpha. She whined low in her throat, a keening wail that transformed into the last word to leave her mouth before she fell into fevered sleep.


“Kara…”

Her dreams after fading out were strange and fluctuating – dark images that floated like things in the water, moving in and out with a tide that was changing her. She treaded through them and into a wake of memory where she was alive again, young and mild mannered.

With her soft looks and quiet voice, Lena had been a favorite among Londoner suitors. She had fit right in with the upper class in her elbow length gloves and her paler than milk evening gown. A well-to-do benefactor had paid for her passage to London and the opulent ballroom which she found herself entering in dream was a far cry from her Irish cottage.

The fevered sleep took Lena to places long forgotten, corridors where mustached men spoke of business and called her a beauty and a marvel. Her sire must have been among them, lurking somewhere in the ongoing flux of dream images. Lena sensed that he was close, a mystery that stalked her through airy streets until she was in bed and he could strike away from the eyes of others. His tight embrace was unbearable before he discarded her.

She knew she was thrashing in someone’s arms and that her neck burned where she had been twice bitten.

The sting of her sire’s abandonment made the pain more severe, and Lena whimpered in her sleep for a comfort she had never known.

She wanted Kara to make her feel better.

“Lena? Lena. Lena.”

Sam repeated her name many times before Lena registered the cool touch of her friend’s hand against her forehead.

She peered up at Sam through the slits of her eyelids, though she was otherwise unresponsive to the gentle prodding.

There was a trail of scent in her bedroom, tenacious and full-bodied and emanating from Kara, whose hackles were up in her lycan form.

Sam reacted to the quiet snarls immediately and lifted a hand cannon from the bedside table to aim at the beast. “You. You did this to Lena.”

The lycan shifted, her face and arms returning to normal first as the rest of her body followed at a delay.

“Yes, I did it, and I take full responsibility,” Kara spat with her hands on her hips, though she hunched forward to draw in breath.

The show of weakened power must have been what caused Sam to lower her hand cannon—or perhaps it was how Kara approached the bed with her attention on Lena.

“She needs me now,” Kara whispered as she moved the hair from Lena’s face with delicate fingers. “I thought I could save her from death with my bite, and we could just go our separate ways afterwards, but we can’t.”

“Then what will you do?” Sam demanded and stood at the ready to come to Lena’s defense. “You can’t just take her away. Lex will search for her tirelessly.”

“I’ll spend the night with her and I’ll go in the morning,” Kara muttered and pulled off her shoes with a wary glance around at the stone walls, the long draperies over the windows, and the solid wood door that separated Lena’s room from the rest of the mansion.

The offer might have been pure-intentioned, but Sam received it as threat and reached for the hand cannon again.

“Give me a reason not to blast you to pieces,” Sam hissed, her finger poised to pull the trigger the second Kara failed to give an adequate response.

“Kara won’t hurt me,” Lena whimpered, her senses restored by the alpha’s pheromones and near proximity. “She’s here to help.”

Sam’s piercing eyes remained on Kara, her distrust bone deep as she crouched over Lena protectively. “If they hear that mongrel in your room—”

“They won’t, because you’re going to suggest an evening out,” Lena supplied weakly, her words slurred as she stared in lust at Kara.

The alpha’s pheromones were heightening her heat and Lena’s desire to take the alpha’s knot surpassed every other need she had ever experienced.

“The moon won’t be full for a few more nights and you know Lex can’t resist being the center of attention,” Lena exhaled.

“I can’t leave you here alone with her,” Sam protested, her pointed glare directed to Kara, like she perceived her as a menace and threat to their safety.

Lena couldn’t fault Sam for her fear, especially when the reason she was so ill was standing right there and huffing at the thick scent of her arousal.

Sam stood her ground even in the face of perceived danger, and Lena was grateful, because that kind of loyalty was rare even among vampires.

“You have to go, or Lex is going to realize what’s happening to me, and he won’t tolerate that,” Lena husked.

Nobody mentioned the way she rocked under the blankets, or the fact that the desperate, heady scent of her cunt filled the room.

“Is that how you intend to help her?” Sam spat when she noticed Kara’s erection, solid and stiff and outlined by the wisp of moonlight that barely illuminated the room. “Do you have any idea what Lex will do to her if he finds out what you’ve done?”

Kara’s defensive snarl was low and rumbling, reminiscent of a car engine in the distance but effective enough to make Lena whine and yip submissively. “This is the only way, or every lycan in this city will make a move to get into this mansion, and they won’t leave her alive afterwards.”

“This had better work, because if anything happens to Lena, I’ll be coming for you,” Sam hissed fiercely, baring her fangs as she backed off the bed with reluctance.

In a blur of movement, Sam was gone, and Kara locked the door behind her before prowling over to Lena. Kara threw the blankets off her unceremoniously and exhaled a growl that compelled Lena to open her legs and present her wet cunt.

“You should have drank the tea.” Kara grit out, but even her aggressive tone couldn’t mask the longing in her voice when Lena’s hips raised up to show off the internal clench of her cunt.

“What’s the worst that will happen, I’ll give birth to your half breed mutt?” Lena mocked, much saucier than her groveling posture should have permitted her to be.

She nuzzled into Kara’s hand with her fangs out and ready to sink into veins. The copper taste of Kara was different as a consequence of their bond and she needed to kiss the alpha all over to sate herself after she punctured the skin just for a lick.

Lena wrangled the pants off the alpha and put her mouth on Kara’s ample cock. Her sudden ravenous sucking must have appeased the beast within, because low growls became scratchy groans and the alpha placed a hand around the back of her neck. Two fingers caressed at her claim mark and Lena closed her lips a little harder around the tip.

The muscles in her throat moved from a few rough swallows as she pumped Kara deeper. One advantage was that she didn’t need to draw breath and could keep the huge erection in her mouth for as long as she wanted. She gulped around it and stroked the inches that slipped out from between her lips as she lifted her head.

Kara grabbed the hair from her face and with a gentle pressure kept Lena from sucking again. “You’re in heat, Lena, and if you were a lycan, there would be no question in my mind that you would carry my pups after tonight. I don’t know what will happen in this case since technically you’re not one of our kind.”

Lena tried to express how much she didn’t care with her stare alone and then continued her reckless and hasty slurping at Kara’s cock.

Kara pried her back off to make eye contact and then held her by the chin so she couldn’t jerk away. “Lena.”

Lena would never acknowledge it out loud to Kara, but she had a secret wish that aligned with her omega’s demands. As a younger woman she had been enamored with the thought of settling into a marriage and having a family of her own. Her death had extinguished that hope forever, and the mating bond was rekindling that natural desire in her.

Saner thoughts came into her head as she glowered up at Kara, agitated and impatient as she contemplated the many reasons there was minimal risk. “Nothing will happen. It can’t. Now fuck me.”

She was aggressive in ignoring Kara after that, and shoved the lycan back with the quietest snarl against the throat.

Ever the alpha, Kara refused to let her mount on top and rolled her in the bed, putting her flat on her stomach.

A three way struggle for power broke out between Kara, Lena and the infuriating instinct of the omega that resided beneath her skin like a parasite desperate to make her submit. Lena refused to listen to either of them and it took Kara’s teeth on the nape of her neck to finally quiet the stubborn urge to fight the alpha. The pressure wasn’t that of a bite, yet the force kept her down and excited her all the same.

Kara pinned her with supernatural strength and Lena raised her ass up to make it easier for the alpha to take her cunt. She was presenting for her mate, and while that disturbed her on some level, she could feel Kara’s pride when the head of her cock slid home.

The penetration spread her apart inside and Lena’s jaw dropped at the sudden relief of merging with the alpha. The contrast of how weak she had become without Kara rutting inside her was disarming and Lena turned to glance at the alpha.

“You will never leave me to endure such torment on my own again when I’m like this.” Lena made her demands like they were threats and Kara hammered into her almost spitefully instead of acknowledging them.

The internal friction was mouth wateringly blissful and Lena’s soft moans became louder cries when Kara’s hand slid around her hip. The alpha rubbed into her clit in semi circles and Lena moved to the tempo of the caress.

If Lena wasn’t more cautious, her loud moans would alert everyone still in the mansion to what they were doing. The problem was that she couldn’t bother to worry about that when Kara was pounding into her at a speed that silenced every thought in her head.

“For as long as you need me, I will be here for you,” Kara breathed out in the middle of mating, and Lena locked that sentiment away in her mind for later.

She shredded her bed sheets as she groaned into them, face down and sweating from the vigor of Kara’s thrusts. Kara covered her mouth with a hand and Lena wriggled free of it to lock her teeth onto the alpha’s wrist. Her sucking bite would keep her from being too vocal as Kara slammed her hips down into the bed. The eroticism of having her lips on Kara during sex was satisfying both of her hungers at once, and Lena whimpered as Kara fulfilled her cunt and nourished her body.

Lena’s soaked canal enveloped the whole of Kara’s girth and length as they rutted. She quivered inside from the massage that Kara’s ridged shaft gave her.

“I can tell you love this,” Lena exhaled, the breath pushed out of her by Kara’s deeper plunges. “That I submitted to you.”

Kara’s breath was moist against Lena’s throat and her teeth nipped at the mating bite to reinforce her claim as she rumbled, “It means you accept that I’m your alpha, whether you’re ready to admit it or not.”

The pleasure in Kara’s voice was seductive, and Lena’s cunt reacted with a spasm so tight that there would be no denying that she understood what it was to be her omega.

The bond between them was unshakable, their lives forever changed, and though Lena still struggled to come to terms with that fact, she still wanted Kara in all the ways she should deny.


“The only thing I accept is that you're good with your cock,” Lena rasped after a beat, her lie bold, yet utterly transparent when she allowed their fingers to link.

“I think I can live with that,” Kara intoned through a smirk, her lips grazing the shell of Lena’s ear before she scraped her teeth along the slope of her neck and sucked on the imprint of her teeth.

The oral tease against her claim was almost as good as the sex itself and Lena’s wanton moan was no less raunchy than the sound of her cunt being filled. She writhed beneath Kara, the alpha’s warm skin gliding against her with increasingly quicker motions until Lena’s first rapturous orgasm.

Kara lifted her backside higher after that and slipped her fingers into Lena’s still fluttering cunt. Lena whined from the loss of the alpha’s cock, but no sooner had Kara mounted her again than ropy seed pushed into her inner walls.

It seemed that Kara had been trying to restrain herself, and being submersed in Lena’s internal heat had brought a sudden end to that.

Their rough mating halted when Kara’s hips slowed in surprise. Lena experienced the strangest wave of melancholy while her cunt squeezed Kara’s length, which still pumped creamy essence into her slick passage. She longed for Kara’s knot, yet she had expectations of a full night of rutting before one took hold in her cunt.

Lena’s disappointment dissipated when Kara began thrusting again, her cock rock hard and swelling to twice the size. The wider base where her knot had partially formed was difficult for Lena’s cunt to take and she mewled when Kara forced it inside.

The tight fit rendered Lena speechless, and she inhaled the potent musk of Kara’s pheromones to make herself relax. They were breeding, and Lena’s heat ensured that Kara had limitless energy.

“You won’t be satisfied until you’ve had my knot several times tonight,” Kara informed her matter of factly.

“Well then you better have the stamina for that or I’ll turn you into a fur coat,” Lena grunted, the forceful smack of Kara’s cock battering her tender cunt.

The ache it created spread warmth through Lena’s core and she spread herself lower so that Kara could completely pin her to the bed. She wanted to feel the brutal strength of each lunge, the raw muscle of the lycan.

Lena submitted to the alpha with soft yips that pleaded for Kara to ravage her cunt and it stunned her how attuned the alpha was to her every whim.


Kara fucked her like they were old lovers finally meeting again, touching her with confidence and precision until tremors worked through Lena’s limbs and centered in her cunt.

Lena’s climax was stronger because of it and Kara rewarded her with more spurts of seed. If she was of sound mind she would have realized the stench of their rutting would seep into the fabrics of her room as surely as her slick drenched the sheets from their frantic coupling.

“Give me one now,” Lena groaned, her mouth open and face partially buried in a pillow. There was no telling if they would be caught like this, and if they were, there would be no coming back from the chaos it would cause.

“Are you sure?” Kara exhaled, breathless and willing despite the danger of their location.

Lena angled her hips up to push Kara in deeper and they both moaned at the internal pulsations of her cunt.


For all of Kara’s strength and authority, she was no match for Lena’s intimate embrace, and she groaned as her knot began its fast expansion.

It only took seconds for Lena’s cunt to feel impossibly full, and a few more for her to really appreciate the strain of her muscles being opened so thoroughly. She went slack in Kara’s arms, finding a peace unlike any other.

“What are we going to do?” Lena whispered, her mind finally clear for the first time in hours.

“Whatever we have to do,” Kara murmured against her shoulder, the protective scent of her pheromones promising Lena she would always be safe in her arms.