Disobedience and Devotion - Chapter 9

Tags: A knot so big Lena can't even take it, some oral attentions, outdoor animalistic mating, and an ending that takes us to a big moment in the story.



Three evenings after the council had almost sentenced Lena to death, she sat by candlelight in her parlor and took up a bit of charcoal to sketch out a picture. She did it in a thoughtless state, her eyes as blank as the page in front of her, and when she blemished its pale surface, her thin and beautiful hands began to shake.

The tremble must have come from the chill of the room, and Lena pulled a shawl around her shoulders before sitting down at her drawing desk again. She glanced every so often through the curtain and out into the front courtyard, where Kara was giving a hand to the strongest servants in partitioning and selling off Benjamin Lockwood’s possessions.

Carriages and wagons came and went to collect the items, and in between, Lena sensed her alpha watching from afar and stepped near to the window to let Kara see that she was safe indoors. She had been agreeable for almost four hours, and upon eyeing the clock, she decided that was long enough to follow Kara’s instructions.

It made her restless to be alone, and after Kara disappeared behind the stables, Lena gathered up her hooded coat and left without the servants being any wiser. She found Kara winding up a rope in the older barn that no longer housed any animals.

“I’m impressed that you managed to sell every one of Lockwood’s possessions in the matter of only three days,” Lena whispered in a gentle voice, so as not to startle Kara out of her peace.


She emitted the softest of pheromones to request Kara’s leniency and favor. Her scent as a pregnant omega was much more influential, and she took advantage of that with the smallest smile.

Kara never faltered in her task, though Lena could see the way the alpha’s back straightened from hearing her voice and breathing in her pheromones. “And I’m impressed you waited until the last of it was carted off before venturing out here against my wishes.”


“You mean your command,” Lena pouted.

She was suspicious of her alpha’s good humor, though willing to accept it over a tongue lashing. Forging ahead in the cold barn, she stopped just shy of Kara and appraised her muscular frame with uninhibited desire.

“Ha, I have given up on commanding you.” There was an almost jovial quirk to the corners of Kara’s mouth when she spoke.

Lena wanted quite ardently to taste the mirth on her tongue when the alpha finished with the rope and tossed it aside to quip, “I would have more luck taming the wild horses than to have you do what I want.”

A well timed lift of her eyebrow quieted Kara’s remarks and Lena flashed her teeth in a pleased smile that darkened the alpha’s eyes. “I could argue that I frequently do you what you want, the proof of which I carry with me at all times.” It was an unfair remark to make, more so when she took Kara’s hand and pressed the alpha’s palm to her belly. “Perhaps you require another demonstration of what a good wife I am.”

“I’ll never decline such an offer,” Kara muttered.

It stilled Lena’s breath when Kara risked the impropriety of moving both hands down from the sash at her waist and sliding them up her dress. She could feel the alpha’s fingers undoing the buttons on her stockings, and she draped both arms around Kara’s neck to keep herself from swooning.

Kara kissed her with such desire that Lena wondered at how a deprivation of only a few hours had made the alpha so ravenous for her. She moaned from Kara’s hungered nips at her neck and pheromones, which were twice as possessive as of late. Carrying Kara’s child had given her an indulgent and sweetened scent, but Kara’s had changed in kind to a richer and overpowering fragrance that made her omega crave the most indecent affections.

“Shall I present my cunt to you?” Lena whispered without even a bashful insistence that Kara take her inside first.

She would have perceived this as an utter disgrace just a few weeks prior—to let an alpha have such a hold over her senses that she would submit in a place where anyone might see her spread and desperate cunt. Even the cold was no obstacle when her skin was already hot from Kara’s touch.

Kara appeared to consider it, her desire so strong that it almost entirely clouded her judgement. The alpha in her proved to be more than her baser urges when at the last second shook her head while her hand came to rest over the gusset of Lena’s underthings. “I’ll not have you kneeling in muck like an animal to please me.”

The alpha’s fingers pressed into the fabric where slick already moistened the material and Lena could see how it affected Kara. She whimpered when the alpha rubbed into her cunt and gasped when Kara backed her towards a bale of hay. Whatever she expected, it certainly shifted when Kara took hold of her waist and lifted her to sit prettily on the stack.

“Raise your skirts so I may look at you,” Kara rumbled in a rush, her gaze sweeping towards the old barn doors before settling on Lena with such single minded intent that she gathered up her dress without the slightest hesitation.

Such wayward antics were more befitting the ladies that worked through the night in the gentleman’s bar, and yet Lena felt excitement when Kara exhaled a heavy sigh of longing.

“You still act so surprised to witness how my body yearns for your touch,” Lena whispered, her gaze following Kara’s when the alpha delicately peeled back her underthings to peek at the wetness that clung to the intimate pinks and blushing reds of her cunt lips.

Lena was bold enough to slip her hand beneath the fabric to part herself fully, enticing the alpha with a luxurious sight and scent that made her unbearably hard. “Do not leave me waiting when you see firsthand how much I need you.”

Kara’s soft lips opened and she bent forward to close them around the roseate bud between Lena’s thighs. The gentlest pucker brought the strongest pleasure, and Lena squirmed as Kara’s open mouthed kisses warmed her lower half. The frost in the air was no match for the fluttering of Kara’s tongue over her intimate slit.

She bunched up her dress with no cares as to how it would wrinkle and Kara’s hand settled over her before sliding a long middle finger in as deep as her cunt would take it.

Lena tightened her inner muscles when Kara rubbed the delicate ridges inside where a knot would expand and grow. She clenched hard to remind Kara of the pleasure of mating and being so unequivocally merged.

“There’s no need to deny ourselves,” Lena persuaded and cupped at Kara’s chin as it came away shining with her arousal. “No one else is around.”

Slipping off her coat, she undid the buttons on her blouse and the clasps on her bodice underneath. Her nipples pebbled as she bared herself, provocative as ever as she whined for Kara’s touch. She gripped at her own breasts, pushing them together as if they were sculptor’s clay and not so sensitive and sore that she should have been more tender with them.

It must have been Lena’s desperate fussing with her clothes that decided the matter for Kara, because she stood to open her trousers. She moved Lena onto her feet and then pulled one of her legs up onto the hay bale in a wide stance so that she could pet her cunt and reassure it of its impending fullness.

Lena sensed Kara worried for her modesty if anyone happened upon them, yet all it took to convince her alpha was the lightest stroke over her cock when it seemed she may hesitate.

There were no limits to what Kara would do for her, especially in her current state, and Lena was not the least bit ashamed of using it to get her way. The connection between them grew as steadily as the life inside her, and she welcomed Kara’s length with a breathy moan that stuck in the back of her throat.

Kara stilled once fully inside her tight embrace, and lavished her breasts with soft suctioning kisses until her pale skin pinkened from the attention.

She whimpered when the alpha’s tongue soothed her sensitive nipples, switching from one to the other and then back again until her cunt rippled, beckoning Kara to rock her hips.

Their mouths came together in gentle adoration, and every soft gasp and whispered groan wrapped around them like the finest of silks.

Kara took her with the utmost urgency, her strong hands firmly clasped on Lena’s bare backside to hold her steady. The rapid penetration rendered Lena weak in the knees and she leaned heavily into Kara, trusting the alpha to keep her upright as she pressed into her neck to exhale noises of carnal satisfaction.

“You would have me take your knot if you thought we would remain uninterrupted,” Lena rasped, her mouth watering at the mere thought of the stretch.

“I would have you take it everywhere,” Kara admitted in a rumble, her teeth nipping at Lena’s throat. “Even as we sit down to dinner.”

The forthright way in which Kara spoke alluded to how often she must have thought of making Lena sit in her lap during meals.

The groan that came from deep inside of Lena was so warm it became white as soon as she exhaled it from her lips and the breath touched the cold around them. Her breasts perked from the temperature as it dropped outdoors, and the heat of Kara’s hands protected her, rubbing her nipples into both palms.

Kara kissed the crook of her neck and down to her collarbones, then unfastened more of the ties on her bodice to finish undressing her. To be nude in a barn while Kara stood in front of her still almost fully clothed was a new manner of submission, and one that a pure and virtuous omega would never permit. Such low bred behavior could lead to scandal and rumors, but as Kara slid a hand up to her throat and slammed into her cunt, Lena felt more aroused than ever.

The hard throb of Kara’s hot blooded cock was deep inside her and she positioned herself so that the length of the alpha’s shaft buried in her narrow tunnel.

“Several months from now, when I have made good on my promise to give you a healthy child, I will ask you to take me to this very spot and breed me again,” Lena uttered, the slow articulations steaming the air as Kara moaned and rutted her vulnerably open cunt. “I will never repeat this to you, but I wish you to mount me, to mate like the baser creatures—like your best racing horse and your mare that births foals every springtime.”

Lena’s quiet entreaties drove Kara to quickened thrusts, and her inner muscles sheathed tightly around Kara’s cock, her slick engulfing the alpha.

“I have always coveted your wild spirit,” Kara confessed, her harsh breaths scalding across Lena’s chilled skin. “You have my word that on that day I will have you vigorously in the ways you wish.”

The idea of being so animalistic spoke to their innermost desires for one another, and Lena felt no shame for her fantasies of mating. The alpha charged her hips as though to prove she was up to the task and the rapid smack of her pelvis sent pleasure through Lena’s tender mound. She clung to Kara, naked and restless with passion, and tasted the love on her alpha’s lips when Kara pressed their mouths together.

Lena had not considered how fulfilling it would be to be bear children for a worthy alpha, yet now it was the only thought in her mind. She would not ruin the moment by speaking her feelings aloud, but showed adoration with a hot spasm around the alpha’s cock.

The intentional embrace evoked a rapture within Kara that could not be stifled even by Lena’s insistent tongue which followed the alpha’s between her lips. She mewled at the rough way Kara’s fingers dug into her hips and found herself precariously pushed across the hay with the alpha half on top of her. The added leverage meant Kara’s furious bucks were all the more powerful, and Lena ruined the front of Kara’s handsome jacket by pulling her down with demanding hands.

They were not quiet, and Kara seemed to enjoy her all the more when breathy groans and low moans expelled from her throat.

“Have your way with me,” Lena rasped, her fingers following Kara’s jaw to urge her closer for a kiss, “Remind my cunt that it is yours to take wherever you desire it.”

She saw the barest twitch of Kara’s lips, how they formed an elongated syllable that might have been the word love, and Lena impetuously brought their mouths together.

Their mingling moans and harsher breaths fogged the space between them, and she pressed a hand into the wall as Kara sought to fill her with a knot that surpassed all others in dimension.

The thickened middle of it pushed between her intimate lips, but even Kara’s most solid thrusts still could not press the rest of it inside of her.

Lena whimpered from their vain efforts, her face coloring with the brightest roses of frustration. The soft smack of the knot hitting her cunt became louder against her lustrously wet opening. It sounded as if someone was getting flogged, and afterwards Lena would find her silky entrance was scarlet both inside and out from Kara’s cock.

The percussion of their bodies shoved the knot in just far enough that Kara groaned and clutched at Lena’s hips.


“My knot, Lena—you must take it,” Kara huffed and latched at Lena’s throat with a bite that broke skin, her rows of teeth leaving behind a fresher claim.

In a reversal of their roles, Lena sensed a silent plea on Kara’s tongue, the alpha within rising up with a determination to ease the enormous knot.

Kara pulled her to sit on top of it, and with grunts and moans, Lena gave her cunt up to be outspread.

It was such a glorious feeling when Kara’s shaft glided through her again with confident thrusts. The knot slipped inward, the girth of it enveloped by her private lips before Kara pulled back and reveled in pushing it into her again.


“You are the most precious—wonderful omega—so kind and giving,” Kara gasped and drove into Lena’s spasming, warm cunt as they both cusped on pleasure.

It was the praise that brought her to climax, her foolish vulnerable heart overwhelmed by hearing such unguarded utterances from the alpha. She smothered the rest with a hand in Kara’s blonde hair as she brought the alpha’s mouth back to her throat where the fresh claim resided.

Lena had no need to explain what she wanted, for Kara understood from the insistence of her pelvis, which rocked harder to keep them joined as mates.

Kara’s lips puckered around the marks of her teeth and she sucked and flicked her tongue in soothing swirls over the bite. The tantalizing suction brought a euphoria that would not be tempered, and Lena went rigid, her head thrown back in a cry of ecstasy that surely every servant on the grounds heard.

There was no chance of salvaging Kara’s trousers when her cunt flooded with more slick and seed than she could hope to keep inside. The wet convulsions of her inner passage massaged the alpha’s knot with brutal strength. Kara lost herself to the bliss of it by shooting thick jets of seed so deep inside of Lena that she wondered if it was possible to fall pregnant while still carrying a child.

They shook together, entangled and sweaty, and Lena curled into her alpha’s chest and nuzzled under her chin.

Kara cloaked her in the fabric of her jacket and sprawled out flat so that Lena could rest fully atop her in comfort. It was clear that they would be of no use to anyone for a good while with such an oversized knot locking them together, and Lena was satisfied to stay right there, naked in the barn, with Kara’s arms secure around her limber body.

“Perhaps I should have asked you to come inside first,” Lena whispered as her energies were restored along with her intelligence. “What if someone happens upon us?”

“I doubt anyone will,” Kara breathed, her warm smile keeping the cold at bay. “I predicted that you wouldn’t listen to me—that you would come out after the last of the carriages had gone.”

Lena’s eyebrows twitched together in curiosity at Kara’s gloating mirth and she glanced around at the quiet stables and paths.

“No one is around now,” Lena muttered in accusation and peered down at the alpha, who knew her well enough to dismiss the servants for an afternoon just to safeguard her honor.

“You might have prevented them from witnessing this, but what will they speculate?” Lena asked in amusement, her lip curling at the side as she considered her public image and how it had changed since their marriage.

She had gone from being regarded as a pariah to a harlot, and while it should have upset her to be so tarnished by everyone’s talk, she could only laugh at their opinions.

“They won’t have time to speculate, not when they have all to do to prepare for a party tonight,” Kara confided and wet her lips as she admired Lena’s nudity, her breasts and the wide spread of her cunt. “I had hoped it to be a surprise celebration of you.”

“Well, you have succeeded in surprising me,” Lena murmured, the tremor of her voice alluding to her feelings as she was caught between irritation and adoration for the alpha, who gazed up at her with a flicker of hope in her eyes.

The thought of entertaining anyone, let alone half of the alphas who would have seen her beaten to death for her perceived crimes was unsettling to her - but she understood that this was Kara’s effort to reclaim the joy that was almost robbed from them.

Her emotions were as delicate as the icicles that clung to the barn, ready to shatter and break, and Kara noticed immediately.

The alpha’s hand was quick to catch her chin and she met Lena’s eyes with intensity. “You have nothing to fear. I will always protect you, Lena, and it is your right to be celebrated.”

There was a hardness to Kara’s voice, a detrimental edge that made it clear that she would do anything to keep her safe, perhaps even unspeakable things.

They might have married due to circumstance, but Kara truly cared for her to the point of fierceness, and Lena held no doubt that the alpha would defend her without mercy.

That knowledge quelled some of her worry and instigated another. Lena found herself rather timidly brushing the wisps of blonde hair away from Kara’s brow as she insisted, “I want no trouble tonight.”

It was an odd thing to utter, yet sounded better than what she wished to say, which was that she did not want Kara having to act on the darker traits of her alpha nature. How peculiar that she feared any harm happening not just to herself and her unborn child, but to Kara as well.

Lena knew better than to voice her concern in other more direct terms. It would only interfere with Kara’s pride and willingness to show herself as a worthy mate.

She fussed with the soft strands of Kara’s blonde hair and tucked them behind the alpha’s ear as she searched for an excuse to soften her remark. “I won’t have you prolonging the celebration with posturing when you have a duty to fulfill when the festivities have ended.”

Lena squeezed her cunt around Kara’s still-swollen knot to punctuate her demands and smiled when the alpha’s eyes glazed over.

Kara kissed her hand, her knuckles and soft palm in gratitude as Lena continued to tighten around the knot.

“I promise, Lena, I shall do nothing to provoke disagreements among our guests,” Kara murmured and placed another kiss upon her mouth to soothe her concerns.

Lena was content to lie with her head against Kara’s chest once those reassurances were delivered, and after the knot loosened at last, she did as expected of her and retreated to the house to dress for the party.

She scrubbed herself clean in the washing room and discovered a romantic low-necked evening gown draped across her bed. Nia came to lace her into the corset and to tuck a feathered hairpiece into her pinned curls. Her earrings dangled almost to her neck and the brooch she fastened between her breasts was one of the heavier rubies that Kara had given her as a gift.

“You look striking tonight,” Nia whispered in awe and bent down to smooth the ruffles out of the lower part of the gown.

Lena carried herself on light feet and slipped a pair of gloves onto her arms. She had hopes of catching a moment alone with Kara prior to the start of the evening, though Nia delayed her with primping to the point that she heard voices when she came to the top of the staircase.

Her breath stuck in her chest as she descended the steps to find the whole of town staring up at her and watching her entrance.

The ale was already flowing among the alphas, and the men who snarled and threatened her life mere days before were now raising their glasses in a toast of her health. The omegas were much less boisterous and stayed to the periphery of the room with their heads bowed, like they were sorry for what she had endured, though they had nothing to do with the incident.

Lena smiled benevolently at them, surprising even herself with her willingness to put aside terrible grievances. She noticed Kara in a wool coat and vest, and how the alpha’s eyes glimmered with delight when she approached.

The room seemed to part for her like pages in a book, and she moved with grace towards the alpha and her alluring pheromones.

The scent of Kara’s pride was far greater than the combined musk of their guests, and Lena detected the way it strengthened when she reached out to clasp the alpha’s hand.

“You are breathtaking tonight, Lena,” Kara uttered in praise, her gaze as heavy as the brooch that drew all eyes to her ample cleavage. The alpha seemed to lose herself there for a moment, just shy of being indecent, and then she moved forward to embrace Lena around the waist.

“Ladies and Gentlemen,” Kara rumbled, raising her mug of ale high above her head, “Please accompany me in toasting my wife, and her exceptional accomplishment of gifting me with our first child.”

Lena would have liked to be toasted for other things, like her brilliant mind and devious nature, but she knew this was an act they both must play.

She sensed that Kara would have liked to say more, perhaps about her strong will and penchant for vexing her at any given opportunity, but to do so would bring scrutiny they could not afford. The way their eyes burned into one another was enough to please Lena on a more private level, and she trusted that Kara would praise her later when she was naked and prone in bed.

“May you have many more, Clark,” Morgan Edge stated, though his eyes sought out Sam’s as he raised his glass. It was clear he hoped for another himself, and from the slight way Sam’s lips ticked into a smile, it seemed she was amenable to that. “To Lena, and her continued good health.”

“To Lena,” Everyone chorused, even the omegas with their glasses of wine.

To experience acceptance and admiration was overwhelming, and Lena swallowed thickly as a rush of emotion came over her. Kara remained steady by her side, keeping her upright, and raised her chin in a manner that Lena instantly copied.

“You may greet your guests whenever you wish,” Kara murmured so that only Lena heard.

The thought of venturing from Kara’s vicinity didn’t seem quite as appealing as it once had, and Lena found herself faltering until the alpha gave her a squeeze of reassurance.

She spied Sam waiting near a table with fruit, and when the omega motioned for Lena to join her, she relented to her fate of mingling – but only after she sensuously ran her hand down Kara’s arm in parting.

“I’ll be sure to stay within your sight,” Lena remarked without thought, and walked off, appalled at herself for being so subservient.

The thing that troubled her the most was that she feared she very well may like being under Kara’s observation. Knowing that even when amongst the other alphas, Kara’s attention would frequently rest upon her was scintillating. Lena made sure to sway her hips in a way she hoped enchanted the alpha.

Sam took her hand the very moment she stepped closer, and her kind eyes searched Lena’s with all the familiarity of a long lost friend.

“How relieved I am to see you in such high spirits after such wicked claims,” Sam exhaled in a rush, her pinched lips no doubt holding back a litany of words she knew better than to breathe to life. “The talk of the town is that Lockwood himself punished Lydia into telling him any information he thought he might use against you. I’m so sorry that our gift was the reason you were marched before the Council.”


Lena held her breath as all of the terror of that day returned and her skin took on the pallor of one who was going to faint. It lasted all of a few seconds before she mustered a laugh that brightened her cheeks and she sought out Kara with her eyes. “The truth is you saved me the bother of committing an offense so terrible that I landed myself in the council’s hearing room. It was just a matter of time, considering I’ve been a thorn in the councilmen’s backsides since coming of age. It’s fortunate that the first time I fell to their mercy I was truly innocent and that my alpha came to my defense. After how Clark handled it, every one of my enemies in this town will be more reluctant to accuse me, and I should be able to get away with ever so much more now.”

It was not that she intended to make further disturbances in their small town. She planned to keep her oath to Kara that she would not instigate any conflicts, though she had her own abiding sense of goodness and righteousness that would not abate, and she trusted there would be future times when her views would be at odds with the laws.

Lena placed a hand on her dress, where she could feel the life of her child quickening within her, and she knew she would have to be careful not to put herself into situations where her desire to protest the law and upset their society became too strong. With Kara at her side, they could bring about changes together in a safer and subtler manner.

Sam chuckled at her remarks, taking them as a joke, and Lena smiled as if their discussions were of a milder and happier topic, and not about her almost-death.

“I have a present for you, and this time it’s something that can’t possibly cause you any misery.” Sam beckoned for her to follow her to one side of the room and offered her a box wrapped in brown paper.

Lena graciously accepted it into her hands, and although it appeared that Sam expected her to open it later, she tore at the brown paper to find two gowns for infants.

“Why have you given me two?” Lena questioned jovially, and lifted the pretty little gowns in the hopes of showing Kara.

“Instinct tells me you’ll require them both, and in future years, many more.” Sam glanced downward at Lena’s belly, which had only just begun showing the barest indication of occupancy.

Lena was full of a pride that was novel to her, and it had all to do with the thought of cradling a baby while Kara stood at her side, holding another of their children in her arms — precious small tokens of their love. She gave the two tiny garments to Nia, who was waiting to relieve her of them, and allowed Sam to lead her through the gathering of omegas. It was with a lighter spirit that she greeted them all, and she lingered among them for a while as they all spoke of their own experiences.

Lena was only half listening, because Kara was close enough that she could only think of the sensual desires that resulted in the alpha’s seed taking inside of her. She excused herself when Eve finished telling a story, and then she went to Kara, despite the alphas that had drawn near.

“Pardon my intrusion,” Lena lilted, her subtle fragrance beguiling even to the men who had looked upon her with such scorn days prior. She settled a dainty hand on Kara’s arm and offered a smile reserved only for her mate. “It seems my condition has made many a wife rather nostalgic and I thought with everyone in such fine spirits, perhaps you would be so kind as to indulge us all with a spot of dancing.”

It was a crafty utterance, to inform the other alphas that their omegas were as broody as the hens in spring. Such a thing would ensure they treat them kindly, and celebrations were perhaps the only time where dancing was most certainly encouraged. Kara seemed both amused and suspicious of her motivations, yet she honored Lena’s wishes by setting her mug of ale aside and offering her arm.

“Then I must insist that we dance, and if we’re fortunate, we shall share our luck with everyone else,” Kara intoned, and the alphas around her grinned at the notion of siring more children. They made their way to their respective wives while Kara moved them to the center of the room so that all eyes would inevitably be on them.

Lena waited for her alpha to take her hands, and then the dance began. They moved together with quick steps that swayed Lena’s hips, and a happiness she could not comprehend flourished within her chest. The collective joyfulness of everyone at the party sweetened the air as couples joined in on the merriment, though it was only Kara’s scent that Lena was interested in breathing into her lungs.

“How radiant you are when you smile like that,” Kara rumbled under her breath, her eyes fixed on Lena’s as they moved around the room. “I half expected this to be some sort of ploy,” she admitted, her good humor not in the least bit diminished when Lena glanced up at her through her long black lashes.

“And what if it was?” Lena asked seductively, keeping her body flush against Kara’s chest. “What if I demanded we dance so as to distract from the fact that I require a moment with you alone to sate a hunger most unbecoming of the lady of the house?”

Lena made sure to brush against the alpha at every opportunity, and she felt quite intimately how her provocations elicited the response she wanted.

Kara exhaled the mere suggestion of a growl, and Lena’s gloved hand made sure to pass the front of the alpha’s pants when she fixed her billowing skirts. “It would arouse suspicion if we were to leave together.”

Lena’s lips formed a smirk, though she kept her quip about what else was currently aroused to herself. “How fortunate that the kitchen requires your attention and that I, your doting omega, must attend the powder room with Nia as my chaperone.”

The reasonable excuse would hold no weight to suspicion and before Kara could breathe any objection, Lena pulled away while exuding the most alluring scent. “I trust you’ll find me,” she whispered, and then she turned on her heel to hurry towards Nia, who scarcely had the chance to take a bite of her sandwich.

She brought the girl along until they were alone in the hallway and then ushered the beta to the kitchen to request the punch bowl be filled.


Lena’s deviously frisky nature kept a rosy blush on her cheeks, and when she spied Kara making her way out of the room, she hurried off to one of the smaller parlors more befitting a luncheon with a few guests.

The alpha strode in after her not a minute later and Lena made quick of her intentions. She silenced the question on Kara’s tongue with a searing kiss and deftly unbuttoned her mate’s trousers.

She was on her knees before Kara’s eyes even opened, and the soft silk of her gloved hand teased along her alpha’s throbbing shaft.

“Lena,” Kara groaned, the warning not nearly sharp enough to hinder Lena’s urges, when she could see how her mate longed for the attention.

“I did say I hungered,” Lena reminded the alpha, her sultry purr enough to persuade Kara that this was a gift best not interrupted.

Though she would spread her legs for Kara’s knot whenever the alpha deemed her worthy of taking it, Lena knew better than to tempt fate by leaving the celebration for any prolonged time. All of the excitement of the day coupled with Kara’s pride condensed to a need so strong for the alpha that Lena wanted nothing more than the taste of her mate upon her tongue.

She was thrilled by her power to render Kara speechless. The first kiss against the ruby tip of the alpha’s erection was all it took, and she opened her mouth to welcome more of it with an adoring roll of her tongue.

Her teasing breath cascaded over Kara’s shaft, each gentle exhalation a prelude to the pleasurable torture of her mouth wrapping around more of Kara’s rigid cock. She licked at the sensitive groove to get the flavor of Kara, then performed the slowest and most tantalizing act.

Lena’s plush pout slid down over the erect length and her jaw slackened to suck at the thickest part. She locked her lips while working her tongue and inner cheeks over Kara’s stiffness. The lustful glaze in her eyes and the exertion on her pink face must have been enchanting, because Kara placed a hand beneath her chin and caressed her shoulder as Lena in turn pushed the alpha’s cock into her throat.

“If anyone comes through the door to the parlor, they will see you,” Kara husked, much more soft than stern in her observations, and then put out a hand as if to pet Lena’s head.

Lena smirked at how much the alpha seemed disinclined to stop. Anyone walking in would assume that she was under Kara’s command when in truth it was she who possessed the greatest power at that moment.

“I locked the door, but I dare say if anyone were to enter, they wouldn’t interrupt this,” Lena whispered and kissed down Kara’s erection before returning to her amorous sucking.

She knew precisely when to halt her oral devotion, when Kara’s pleasure announced itself with a filthy moan that did wicked things to Lena’s omega.

The alpha was near the pinnacle of release, stiffer than the branches of a birch tree, and Lena delighted at the sight of her so flummoxed when she chose that second to stand up.

“What are you doing?” Kara asked, her cheeks stained with arousal in a most telling way.

“Why, returning to the celebration of course,” Lena lilted innocently, her eyes glinting as she glanced lustfully at her alpha’s member and how it throbbed in indignation. “We wouldn’t want our guests to suspect we’ve been keeping busy by ourselves.”

“So you’ve tempted and tricked me,” Kara muttered in a huff, her hand attempting to tame her length by concealing it back in her trousers where it belonged.

The reek of sexual frustration and affronted alpha pheromones shrouded her, yet Kara held herself with dignity, despite the way she looked as though she was ready to pounce.

Lena reached out to smooth her fingers playfully over Kara’s waistcoat and met her gaze as she murmured, “On the contrary, dear husband, I’ve given you incentive to make sure the festivities end at a reasonable time.”

The air between them thickened with their need. Lena excused herself before the temptation to lift her skirts got them into a scandal, though she did find the dampness of her underthings exciting. Perhaps she was as perverted as half the town believed, to become so slick from such an act.

She would have liked to allow Kara the privilege of feeling for herself just how it thrilled her, but if she dallied any longer, whispers of her absence would circulate.

Lena returned just in time to intercept Nia at the punch bowl, and insisted on a dance so that her constant move around the room put her in full view.

Kara meandered into the celebration some time later, stoic and intense as ever while directing Winn with a fresh platter of food to offer it to the alphas.

When their eyes met across the room, Lena experienced a subtle spasm of excitement to find such burning attraction staring back at her – a silent promise that she would soon find herself at the mercy of her alpha.

“You haven’t heard a word I’ve said, have you?” Nia laughed, twirling around the room with such grace that Lena found herself the smallest bit envious. “Even across the room, everyone here can see that Clark is captivated by you.”

It seemed a triumph to Lena that it was not the reverse – that Nia mentioned Clark’s feelings rather than her own.

Lena wondered how often she would need to seduce her alpha before a complete confession of love would be forthcoming. She could envision it happening in a number of ways, when Kara’s knot was swollen in her cunt, or even during a quiet afternoon in her parlor while they were doing something as mundane as reading with their fingers interlocked.

Her fantasy must have lasted too long, because the music halted before her steps did, and it would have been humiliating had her guests not been facing towards the door.

In the foyer of the house, Lena heard raised voices and rattling, and then Lockwood entered the main room without a servant to announce him.

With dark shadows below his eyes, mussed hair and a wrinkled frock coat, Lockwood’s ghastly appearance was disturbing to behold. He moved forward with his finger pointed at Clark, and Lena pushed through the other omegas to get to her alpha’s side.

“You think you can leave me in ruin and that will be the last of me?” Lockwood seethed, flecks of spittle flying from his mouth as he moved with haste to confront Clark. “You strip away my home and my livelihood with the idea that I am as beneath you as the bitch by your side.”

The furious stink of Lockwood was swept aside with the sudden surge of rage that Clark infused into the air.

The growl that tore out of Clark was enough to make some of the guests submit instinctively, and he drew up to his full intimidating height with a clenched fist ready to be drawn back.

Mr. Edge and Mr. Lord stepped in to restrain him so fast that Lena staggered from their momentum.

Sam caught her by the waist and Nia rushed to her side while the other omegas moved forward to create a bubble of safety around her.

“Easy Clark,” Morgan uttered with an incline of his head toward the fearful omegas, who gaped at the confrontation. “We are amidst a celebration. Best to take care of the wretch outside, lest you want him to spoil the night meant to honor your wife.”

“What fitting guard dogs you make,” Lockwood sneered, his unkempt appearance as disgusting as the scent of his disdain. “Perhaps if you wear skirts and bow low enough, Clark will have you for his own, since you submit so pathetically in his presence.”

“Oh, I will beat you myself for such disrespect,” Mr. Lord grit out, and it took Clark grabbing him by the arm to stop him from acting on his impulses.

“Right now the only thing stopping me from ripping out your tongue is a promise I made my wife that there would be no trouble tonight,” Clark snarled, his lips curling back from his teeth in a beastly display. “Push me further and I will delight in making an exception.”

“What weakness to be swayed by an omega,” Lockwood hissed, his arrogance knowing no bounds when he raised his chin with a smirk. “I’m starting to see that the only alpha in town worth their salt is me.”

Lena could see Lockwood derived a twisted pleasure at seeing Clark so affected by his words, and she placed her hand on her mate’s arm in an attempt to temper the alpha’s roiling anger.

“Do you value your life so little that you’d make such outlandish proclamations in front of everyone?” Clark bit out, the warning of his words punctuated by the snap of his teeth.

“You do not frighten me, Clark. Now that I see how cowed you are by the warmth of an eager cunt.” Lockwood’s remark was slung at Lena with enough venom that she recoiled from it, and if Morgan and Maxwell had not seen fit to grab onto Clark by the arms, her mate would have torn out Lockwood’s throat with bare hands.

Lockwood laughed, if only because he was trying to cover the way he stepped back in cowardice. “I came here to make it known in front of all these witnesses that I am invoking my right as an alpha to challenge you.”

“Have you lost your mind along with your property?” Morgan asked, but Lockwood’s wild eyes were trained on Clark with murderous intent.

“No,” Lena gasped, her stricken face turning a ghastly shade of pale. She would have clung onto Clark if Sam and Nia hadn’t wrapped around her in horrified sympathy.

“Nobody has issued a challenge in the last eighty years,” Maxwell uttered, and Lena was lucky that arms were around her, for she worried the room was tilting.

There was a reason it was so scarcely invoked. The challenge only held two outcomes, neither of which were favorable. Either the alpha declined, and thus forfeited not only their estate, but every possession they owned, along with every member of their household—or else they accepted, which could be worse. Accepting would pit the two against one another in a public fight to the death, whereby the winner took claim of the other’s estate and all that they previously owned, including their omega and anyone who worked for them.

“What say you, Clark?” Lockwood taunted, his maniacal grin deranged as he postured. “Do you accept, or—”

“Of course I accept,” Clark hissed from between clenched rows of teeth.

”Excellent. Then I shall see myself out,” Lockwood intoned with a mocking wave. “Do make sure you rest. I’d hate to win just to have the town speculate that you weren’t in top form when the very life drains out of you.”