Dirty Dealings

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

Description: Lena's father was one of the best frontiersmen to set up trade in Quebec. The same can't be said for her brother. With Lionel long dead, and Lex the head of the estate, Lena's possessions aren't the only thing her brother is willing to gamble away to keep his riches. [The prompt winner].

Tags: Knotting, mutual claiming, multiple positions, *"Clark" refers to Clark Kent, set in the same period as Frontier, struggled to name this one so the title might change.



To be a frontiersman required cunning and a hardihood that most people lacked. Lena Luthor’s father had been quite successful at it, both by trading goods and by setting up new shipping routes, and one of the streets in Quebec City had even been named after his little spaniel who had followed him from field to factory. As a child, Lena knew only that her father was a respectable man, and that their prosperity as a family came from risk taking of the decent sort. Her brother, on the other hand, was uncouth and careless, and the risks that he took were not to be compared.

After the passing of their father, her brother’s habit of gambling preoccupied him, and he left a foreman in charge of the family factories. He summoned a young governess from France to see to Lena’s care, and all she knew of her brother thenceforth was his infrequent appearances at supper, where he would stare at her from behind a glass of sherry or whiskey.

Lena was left alone most evenings with a book, or else she would sit at the piano and plunk down a few keys. She had much a greater ease with the harp, but her brother Lex had sold it to someone, along with many of the other fine things that belonged to her. It had happened on one winter’s night after Lena went into her first heat, and the alphas who had come to carry off the harp had looked like they had wanted to carry her off, too.

She had noticed the tiny glimmer of interest in Lex’s eyes as he observed her with the alphas, and then it was gone, along with her favorite instrument.

Sometime thereafter, Lex began to invite guests over to play at cards and dice, against all of the advice of Lena’s governess, Miss Grant.

The house started to smell of aggression and competition, and Lena was instructed to keep to herself. She often stayed out in the snow until the sky turned deep blue and frost formed on her eyelashes. Her teeth would chatter and she would run home, hugging at her warm fur coat.

Lena had just gotten through the door one evening when she breathed in her governess’ familiar scent — as ever, angry and protective.

Miss Grant waited for her in the parlor, and before Lena could even ask what was the matter, the stern older omega was cupping her cheek.

“I’ve been told to visit my cousin’s house and not to return here for a fortnight,” Miss Grant whispered and regarded her with enough concern that it stopped the chatter of Lena’s teeth.

Lena was confused by the news of Miss Grant’s departure, and a little frightened by the older omega’s uncharacteristic and demonstrative shows of affection towards her.

“Your brother is plotting something, and I want you to be on guard,” Miss Grant instructed, and handed her a box that held a pistol that she must have taken off an English officer.

Lena took the box and placed it out of sight in her little drawing desk, then watched in silence as Miss Grant exited the parlor and grabbed her bags from the front hall.

The stench of a rutting alpha traveled to Lena’s nostrils as soon as the doors swung shut behind Miss Grant.

Lena turned to see Lex and the alpha in question, whose wide eyes followed her curves. Based on the reek alone, Lena could only assume there were other alphas present in the house.

“Lena, this is Mr. Graves,” Lex announced with a sweep of his hand and then strode forward to clasp her by the shoulder. “I know I don’t typically invite you to my parties, but I wish for you to have a bath and then come join us.”

“Why?” Lena asked with a tiny notch of confusion between her eyes and dropped her voice to add, “You never encourage me to be in mixed company, least of all with a rutting alpha.”

Lex took ahold of her by the elbow to lead her towards the stairs. “This is a much different occasion, and you are a lady now. Old enough to attend parties.”

Lena could have scoffed at that, but instead she took the steps fast and with a sure-foot, so as to avoid an argument.

She went into her bedroom to find a washing tub all set up, and then removed her coat, sash and dress with eagerness.

The hot water felt so good that she almost forgot she was preparing herself to be in the company of her brother’s guests. She did all that she could to waste time and wrinkle her skin, and even after she climbed from the tub, she dawdled in dressing herself.

It irritated Lex when she was late in appearing – but his irritation went away when he saw how every alpha in the room reacted to Lena’s presence. She wore the finest fashion from Paris, a pale pink gown with sheer lace above her bust.

“So this is Miss Luthor,” commented a bespectacled alpha with a crooked grin. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Clark.”

Most of the other alphas lacked the warmth of the first to introduce himself – but Lena listened patiently and gave her hand as they all greeted her: Mr. Clark Kent, Mr. Otis Graves, Miss Andrea Rojas, Mr. James Olsen, Miss Alexandra Danvers, and Mr. Morgan Edge.

Lex had reserved her a seat next to his own, and Lena wondered if she was meant to be a distraction to prevent the other alphas from winning at cards.

Lena was much too shy to engage any of them on Lex’s behalf, so she sat quietly as her brother doled out drink and talked of business.

“Miss Luthor, should I deal you in, or are you content to watch?” Mr. Edge inquired with a sneering smile as he glanced down at her bosom, and then took the deck from Lex.

Lena could scarcely breathe with all of the pheromones around her, and she sensed her  fragrance was affecting every alpha in turn.

“She doesn’t have any property or money of her own,” Otis Graves grunted, and the reek of his rut was almost sickening.

“I can think of a few attributes she possesses that could come into play,” Mr. Edge snickered.

From across the table, Miss Alexandra Danvers glared as though she found Edge vile.

“That is no way to address my sister,” Lex chided, much more blandly than if he was truly upset by Edge’s remarks. “She’s just come of age, and I think we ought to tone down our usual talk of omegas tonight.”

Lena was uninitiated in the ways that alphas could talk, so she was rather naive as she leaned forward and questioned, “Usual talk?”

Edge’s grin was malicious and he threw back a glance at the stone hearth. “When you omegas go into heat, you’re like that fire with a blaze deep inside. You need a good poke to keep you going.”

Mr. Graves lifted the poker next to the fire and jabbed at the crumbling bit of wood.

“Don’t you listen to Edge’s metaphors,” Miss Rojas cut in, with protective and greedy scents that circled around Lena.

Lena blushed as she realized just how many pokers in the room were at the ready to stoke her fire, but she said nothing as watched the alphas begin to play their first game.

Clark Kent had the best hand, and he won without much effort, cleaning out his opponents with a good sported laugh. He clapped Lex’s shoulder playfully, and when the evening came to an end, he agreed they could settle debts at a later time.

Lena was grateful for Clark’s skill, because it made the evening end sooner.

She rushed up the staircase to her bedroom at the earliest chance, and she would have gone straight to bed if she didn’t experience the strangest impulse to look out through the window. Perhaps she was worried that one of Lex’s guests would stay and harass her, but she wanted to see each one of them gone.

Three carriages pulled away, and then another carriage drove up. From this last carriage, a Kara Danvers appeared with a lantern, and Lena caught sight of the alpha’s handsome face. They stared at each other, sharing eye contact for a long moment, and then the softest of smiles graced Kara’s face.

It startled Lena when her brother entered her bedroom to find her still gawking.

“I need to speak with you,” Lex curtly announced and sat down in an armchair at Lena’s bedside. “Tomorrow I need you to accompany me into town.”

There was no sense in trying to argue, though a deep worry began to seep into her bones.
 
With Miss Grant out of the house, Lena was forced to keep the peace, and she knew quite instinctively that if she resisted Lex’s demands, what little remained of her possessions would be the first to be taken away to pay off his mounting debts.

It was a wonder they still had a roof over their heads with the reckless way her brother gambled away their inheritance.

“I expect you to be ready and presentable by early evening tomorrow.” Lex intoned, pushing the hair from the side of her face to reveal her pale neck, which was yet to be tarnished by an alpha’s claim. “Wear something more befitting of your age.”

Lena knew what he meant, and though she tried to smother her fear behind the cloak of confusion, the sharp acrid scent of it permeated the air.

“You wish me to look provocative,” Lena whispered, her good sense gone, along with her ability to hold her tongue.

There was a flicker of a smirk on Lex’s lips. “I merely want you to resemble the woman you now are. The sooner you reflect that, the better.”

“What would Father think?” Lena asked, aghast at the prospect of having to sit prettily by Lex’s side while he frittered away the rest of their belongings.

“Nothing. He’s dead, and I’m doing everything I can to ensure that we don’t follow him,” Lex candidly replied with just enough bitterness to make Lena recoil.

Lex made himself sound good with noble intentions, but it was his ill temper and frivolous whims that had squandered their fortune. If he had been half the man that their father was, he would have forsaken his predilections for drink and games, and thrown himself into running the factories. Lena felt the peculiar stirrings of resentment, hot like coals where her heart beat frantically. She would not cry or give Lex any reason to berate her further, and stayed silent so he would leave her bedroom.

The following morning she avoided her brother, and by mid afternoon, she could feel the warmth of her skin as her temperature rose.

Lena’s heat was on the cusp of roaring to life, and she shivered while she bathed, the hot water seeming cold to her already. She dressed in her most flattering clothes, and then applied make-up sparsely to her already blushing cheeks and red, full lips.

When she finally left her room, Lex greeted her with a nod of approval, and ushered her into the family carriage.

To set foot inside one of the premises that her brother frequented called to Lena’s innate curiosity, even if it was to her own detriment.

Being surrounded by the alphas yesterday was overwhelming, and Lena worried how many she would encounter at Kent’s establishment.

The streets bustled with men and women of all sorts. Some gawked openly when she hurried to keep up with Lex. Lena could feel their eyes roaming over her the way their hands must have wanted to touch. She bowed her head and tried to hide behind her brother, but her fragrant omega perfume was trailing behind her enticingly.

Lex stopped her at the doors of the establishment with a firm hand on wrist, and spoke in a hush, “Before we go in, you’d do well to remember yourself. Do not embarrass me. Speak only when spoken to, and always, always follow my lead.”

Lena winced at the pressure of his grip, and gave a curt nod, because she could not trust herself to say that she agreed.

The moment the door was pushed open, a thick wall of aggressive scent hit her square in the face and she reeled back from it. Her mind encouraged her to flee while her body urged her forward. Lena shamefully found herself inhaling the stench of the alphas that milled around inside.

She could not explain why, even as she panicked, that her loins became sticky, and she thought of morning flowers covered in fresh dew.

Lex led her straight through a gathering of alphas, who all stopped in their games to watch Lena pass. She followed her brother to a counter where a man was serving ale and keeping a ledger of the night’s bets.

“Bruno, my good man, I’ve come to settle my debts tonight,” Lex sang and reached for the fountain pen that sat on the counter.

“Not you again, Luthor.” Bruno shook his head in disgust and pulled the ledger away before Lex could press the inked pen to it. “Unless you’ve brought the money you already owe, or something of equal value, I have to turn you out.”

Lena lacked an awareness of what was happening until Lex’s hand moved onto her back and he gave her a gentle push forward. She blinked in shock as Bruno sized her up and his eyes gleamed with interest.

“You can’t mean to gamble me away?” Lena asked with incredulity and then pulled back from Lex, who took firm hold of her arm and kept her from fleeing.

“Just certain parts of you,” Lex intoned, and tightened his grip until Lena could no longer fight against him.

Bruno ignored her small struggle with her brother and leaned over the counter to speak to him. “Kent is around and he’ll never go for it. Come back in a few hours. I know someone who will be very interested in Miss Luthor.”

Lena’s lip curled in repulsion as she finally gave a strong enough yank of her arm to escape Lex’s clutches.

The alphas who had overheard Lex’s plot were already releasing sexually aggressive pheromones, and she felt like she might faint when she considered that one of them might be touching her before the evening's end.

To her utter horror, Lex urged her into a seat by the counter where other goods had been left as collateral.

“Stay in this spot and wait,” Lex instructed her and fixed the large red feathered hairpiece she wore that complemented her revealing dress.

“Where are you going?” Lena whispered when he made to step away from her, and against all common sense, put out her hand to entreat him to stay.

“I need to check on the factory while we’re in town and you would do best to remain here, where Bruno can determine your exact value and see how appealing you are — how very worth every penny,” Lex muttered under his breath, and before departing from her, he hissed, “Don’t disappoint me, and I won’t disappoint you tonight. I’d never risk you if I wasn’t certain I can win.”

That small bit of reassurance should not have brought even the slightest comfort to her, but Lena wanted to believe Lex.

Her naïveté must have been obvious to the alphas who surrounded her, because she heard a soft chuckle from the bar. She set her eyes on the door where Lex took his exit and then sat anxiously fiddling with the brooch along her bust.

Her gloves, bracelets and dress felt suddenly very confining, and she began to breathe heavier as the fragrance of her heat set in. She patted down her neck with a handkerchief while she subtly sniffed at alpha pheromones out of curiosity. Most of them she found repugnant, but a few were of peculiar interest to her, and she decided that she needed fresh air.

“I’ll be back in a moment,” Lena heard herself announce, and then she was moving through the door on weak legs without considering it a violation of Lex’s strict instructions.

It was only outdoors that she came to her senses, and put as much distance between herself and Kent’s establishment as possible.

She had a few coins in her purse and she entered an inn on the far side of town with a desperate plan forming in her mind. If she allowed Lex to gamble with her virginity and he happened to lose, she would be a ruined omega, never to find a mate, or to bear legitimate children.

Lena glanced around the inn almost fearfully as she thought about finding an alpha who would be willing to claim her on her own terms.

The inn was filled with people she knew, including two alphas who had expressed their previous interest, though her eyes wandered away from them, and towards someone else.

Kara Danvers sat alone at a table with her head down and a stack of parchment in front of her. They had been playmates as children, long ago, but time and family differences had prevented them from maintaining correspondence.

“Kara,” Lena whispered and slid into the seat across from the alpha.

It might have been impolite to use Kara’s common name after so long, though the smile on Kara’s face put her at ease.

“Miss Luthor—you look stunning tonight,” Kara freely complimented and shoved her papers aside to give Lena her full attention.

Lena smiled with radiance as she offered up her hand to Kara, and then shivered in delight when the alpha kissed her gloved fingers.

It was as though the moment at Kent’s had never happened, and she prayed that this chance meeting with Kara would at the very least provide a distraction until her brother came to collect her.

“Do you mind if I join you for a drink?” Lena inquired, and then frowned as Kara stood up as though to leave — but the alpha merely walked to the bar to order her both food and ale.

“I’m always happy for the company,” Kara confided and licked her bottom lip, all while keeping her eyes right at Lena’s neck.

Lena noticed the softest scent in the air, a polite alpha pheromone that announced interest without being too demanding.

“I saw you outside my home last night,” Lena commented with a gentle smile and small gesture of her hand. “Your sister and cousin attended one of my brother’s private parties.”

“They did, yes,” Kara agreed with a troubled furrow of her brow and then she propped an arm up on the table between them. “I declined my invitation, though I have been meaning to call on you.”

“Me? Why?” Lena questioned and leaned into the tabletop between them as the tiniest flicker of desire began low in her belly.

“Your harp,” Kara uttered almost shyly, and swept her gaze across the room as if to avoid Lena’s eyes. “When I discovered that Mr. Luthor had lost it to Mr. Edge, I bartered for it so I could return it to you.”

Kara glanced at her then, and the subtle aroma of her interest became more pronounced as she whispered, “Something so beautiful and delicate belongs in gentler hands.”

Lena was stunned by the admission, and though she couldn’t be sure, she hoped that Kara wasn’t just talking about the instrument. She acted without any thought as to how it might look, and clasped Kara’s hand atop the table. “Thank you, but I'm afraid I have no way of repaying you for your losses.”

A more cynical side of her thought of Lex, and how he would likely sell the harp off if he found it back in the house.

“The only loss I’ve encountered is not hearing the music you play whenever I arrive to take my sister and cousin home,” Kara informed her earnestly, and made no move to take her hand back.

The alpha was bold enough to stroke her thumb across Lena’s, and it sent a wonderful rush all through her limbs that settled quite pleasantly inside of her. A breathlessness came over her, and Lena whimpered when Kara’s fingers entwined with her own.

“Perhaps I can offer you something else in return for your kindness.” Lena considered with a coquettish glance up from under her long dark lashes.

Her aroma was indecent, and she blushed in embarrassment over her own uncontrollable attraction to Kara.

Sensual silk already dampened her underclothes and her omega pheromones were far less bashful about what she was proposing.

She had never been so brazen with an alpha before, and she knew enough of sex to understand how cheap she must seem — but if it was the only gamble she ever made, and Kara was good to her, even for a night, Lena believed she could endure whatever cruelties her brother would subject her to in the future.

“Do you have a room in this inn?” Lena asked in her softest whisper, and smoothed down the front of her skirts to draw Kara’s eyes to her body.

Kara seemed dazed as her wide eyes followed Lena’s hand, and the alpha’s slack jawed expression granted Lena a needed boost in confidence.  

She rose from her chair, and blinked when Kara shot up so fast she almost upended the table.

“Yes,” Kara exhaled quietly, her cheeks bright with an enthusiasm to get better acquainted with Lena. “It’s where I’ve been storing your harp, among other things.”

Lena thought she saw Kara’s hands tremble as she rushed to gather her parchments, and Kara stuffed them back into her satchel without bothering to fold them neatly.

“Other things?” Lena inquired with polite curiosity when Kara came to her side and placed a gentle hand on her back to guide her toward the staircase.

Kara appeared to hesitate just outside the room, her fingers nervously clasped around the key which was poised at the lock.

“Trinkets and finery that I believe rightfully belong to you,” Kara finally admitted, and unlocked the door to coax Lena inside.

Kara had amassed quite a collection of Lena’s belongings – pieces of her jewelry, pins and brooches, along with earrings and pearls. The whole of the room was filled with her paintings and furniture, and a small wooden rocking horse from when she was young.

Lena often wondered where all of her possessions had gone, and it made her emotional to see them all again. She bent down beside the rocking horse and touched its yarn mane, then moved towards her harp where it rested in the corner.

“What did you hope to do with all of this?” Lena asked, and then plucked a few strings on the harp just to feel them resonate under her fingertips.

“Return it to you, once an alpha had claimed you and you had moved from your brother’s household.” Kara placed her satchel by the door to the room, and then took a seat at a small table, where she lit an oil lamp.

“There isn’t an alpha in this town who would claim me, not when my family reputation has been so tarnished.” Lena had very little finesse in how she pried open the laces at the back of her dress and let the garment hang crooked on her frame. “Help me with this, please.”

Kara fumbled with the lamp, and she would have set fire to the table had Lena not put out her hand to steady Kara’s arm.

Lena took the lamp to the bedside, then slipped off her gloves and moved her dress down. She bared her breasts to Kara’s eyes and sat on the end of the bed to roll off her stockings.

“You’re wrong, you know,” Kara rasped and sank to her knees to aid Lena in removing the sheer fabric that clung to her calves. She seemed unable to meet Lena’s eyes while she confessed in a whisper, “There’s an alpha that’s grown up admiring you, that would do just about anything to lay claim to you if you so desired.”

Kara’s hands were calloused from work, yet surprisingly gentle against Lena’s skin. The light touch sent heat all through Lena and her pelvis rocked subtly forward as she sighed, “And who may that be?”

Lena knew the answer the moment she set foot inside the room where all of her belongings were so carefully kept in waiting. She craved to hear it from Kara’s own mouth, and brazenly cupped the alpha’s cheek to make their eyes meet.

The adoration in Kara’s eyes shined in the light of the lamp, and there was no hesitancy as she uttered, “Me.” The alpha moved swiftly onto the bed to thread her fingers through Lena’s hair, and then they were kissing — delicate little caresses against Lena’s lips that had her gasping when Kara’s tongue slipped between them to taste her mouth.

Kara’s breath tickled over her neck and Lena gripped the bedsheets underneath her when she felt a gentle lick over the place where an alpha could bite. She experienced a full body tremble of passion from Kara kissing that untouched spot.

“Leave your mark on me,” Lena pleaded and brought her mouth back to Kara’s for a sweet, but provocative kiss. She flicked her tongue over Kara’s and sucked on the alpha’s lip. “You are honorable and kind, and I will give myself to you tonight.”

Kara responded to her pleas with soft and shy kisses down her throat and breasts. “I would have courted you —“

“Then do so after you have claimed me. Nobody need know the difference.” Lena uttered and stroked her hand down Kara’s back as the alpha’s face settled once again in the crook of her throat. "I want this with you, Kara.”

Her spine curled from the tension of waiting for Kara’s mark, and Kara gave it with a fierce bite that would leave no question as to claim. It burned through Lena as she became accustomed to the overpowering scent of Kara’s pheromones and how they called to her omega. Being in heat and belonging to an alpha was a much different experience than when she was in heat before. She submitted her neck and went very still, but whined all the same.

Kara lifted a hand to her cheek and swept the dark curls back behind her ear. The tender caress against her face was welcome, but Lena felt an uncomfortable desperation until Kara kissed her and rubbed at her breasts again. Her cunt was hot and slick, and Kara’s neglect of it was making her pelvis move. She was afflicted by so strong a desire that she could not compare it to any other sensation, and she made a dreadfully pathetic noise when Kara stood to take off her trousers.

“We ought to wait to consummate our union, at least until we can completely legitimize my claim,” Kara admitted with downcast eyes that spoke of shame that they hadn’t gone through the proper channels for Lena’s sake.

“Waiting would be foolish when I already bear your mark,” Lena whispered and her heat pheromones became more fraught with need of mating.

She pressed her thighs together to relieve the palpable throb inside of her, and when Kara sat upon the bed, she stood in front of the alpha and lowered herself to grip her ankles. It put her cunt on view, along with the tiny clenches that came from deeper within.

Lena was so positioned that her entrance could not be seen, with her lower lips quite close together, so she took a more spread out stance and whimpered out pleas that Kara should take complete advantage of her vulnerable presentation.

“Lena, you are impossible to resist like that.” Kara drew a sharp intake of breath and raised a hand to rest on Lena’s rear.

With a direct pull, the alpha brought Lena backwards to sit upon her lap. Lena had yet to so much as glance at Kara’s erection, and to feel it nudging at her was a pleasant prelude to mating.

“Then make me an omega who will belong to you entirely,” Lena implored, and moved so that her backside granted Kara a modicum of friction to entice her further. She longed for things she had no experience of and Lena’s inner passage ached in ways she was convinced only Kara would be able to soothe.

Lena moved with slow undulations, a suggestive glide that helped to part her private lips until Kara’s amorous head was nestled between them. “There is no shame in sharing this with me, Kara, let me feel it, please.”

“How could I ever refuse you?” Kara groaned against the nape of Lena’s neck. The alpha’s kisses across her shoulder tapered off when her hands settled on Lena’s hips to guide her downward.

Lena shook as Kara’s insistent blunt tip prodded at her innocence. The fragile barrier was no match for the rigid heat of Kara’s cock and she felt her resistance give way with a soft cry as Kara claimed her anew. The sensation laced her up intricately in ribbons of pleasure and pain, and she gave into it completely as her omega flourished.

The stinging warmth changed to an alluring throb and she clutched at Kara’s hands when the alpha made to still her hips from rocking.

“Sweet Lena,” Kara brokenly moaned when she sheathed herself completely. “I swear I shall give you everything you ever dreamed of having.”

Lena wondered if what they said was true—that an omega in heat could bewitch even the strongest of alphas, but she kept that to herself when Kara’s fingers slipped between her thighs to find her clitoris. She knew the alpha found it when pleasure robbed Lena of composure, and her legs moved in a dance of their own.

“Kara.” Lena gasped and fought to catch her breath. She could hardly sit still, and the noises that poured from her lips were rich and lustful.

Kara wrapped a loving arm around her middle to hold her steady, and her breasts began to heave as the most addictive fog began to cloud her mind.

“Yes,” Kara encouraged, her fingers wet with Lena’s passion as she caressed her with firmer strokes. “Relent to the tide of your desires so that we may enjoy one another.”

Lena’s lip quivered and her jaw loosened as she did what felt natural to her. She draped her legs over Kara’s and pitched her hips forward to rub herself much deeper inside with the stiff tip of the alpha’s cock. The blunt heat of it was sliding through her narrow walls and her plentiful slick brought a quickness to their mating.

Kara made sure to guide her with a gentle bounce, and Lena reclined into the solidness of the alpha when the sound of her cunt accepting Kara’s girth met her ears. The alpha’s other hand fondled her breasts, and Lena found herself plucking at her own nipples when she discovered how wonderful the sensation made her feel. In such an intimate position, Kara could access every part of her, and Lena swooned when the alpha softly sucked at her fresh claim bite.

Lena felt lightheaded and drowsy with lust. Each soft puff of her breath carried with it a moan and she gave in to the delectable urges that spilled her arousal over Kara’s lap.

“I wish that you had been with me when I entered my first heat.” Lena whimpered and looped her arm back to brace her hand at Kara’s neck.

The alpha charged into her while Lena held herself upright and parted her legs farther. Sitting astride Kara’s cock brought fullness and satisfaction. With a few more strums of Kara’s fingers across her clitoris, Lena’s cunt went into intense spasm. She shook so hard from it that Kara embraced her until her trembling ended, and then the alpha coaxed her onto her feet and turned Lena towards the bed.

“Present for me, Lena,” Kara rumbled, her warm hands helping Lena into the submissive position reserved for taking an alpha’s knot. The alpha cupped her cunt with reverence and Lena shuddered as Kara’s fingers dipped into her still clenching channel.

“Will you have all of me?” Kara asked in a hush, her bashful nature subdued now that her alpha was fully roused.

Lena answered with instinct that compelled her forward until her breasts were pressed onto the sheets. She offered her cunt and her omega released delicate scents to enamor her mate.

Soon she would be missed back at the establishment where Lex had taken her, but her body would not be denied and Lena wanted nothing less than to be thoroughly rutted as a claimed omega. She whined for Kara and gasped when the alpha situated herself behind her on the bed. Lena was prepared for the blunt intrusion of Kara’s cock, and moaned when the thickness opened her rippling muscles.

Kara entered her again with the utmost confidence and Lena rocked in tandem to take every brisk thrust. They found a rhythm that brought with it the most exceptional pleasure, and Lena’s cunt responded by tightening at Kara’s girth.

“For years I hoped that one day you would be my omega,” Kara breathlessly confessed, and hooked her fingers around the supple curve of Lena’s waist. It granted the alpha leverage to better plunge deeper, and in her excitement Kara let out a growl. The feral sound sent Lena’s cunt into convulsions and she cried out from startling bliss of it all.

“You should have spoken for me when you first knew of your attraction.” Lena moaned into the quilt as she thought of the few times that she had seen Kara from afar, and the even rarer occasions when they had met in the street and Kara had kissed her hand.

The polite alpha was unlike all others that often polluted the air with their foul odors in the hopes of turning an omega’s head. Kara Danvers had loved her from a distance with a generous spirit.

Lena flexed her back into a lower curve and tried not to ponder what would happen after her moment with Kara came to an end.

“I should have done a great many things to prove how much I’ve wanted to be your alpha.” Kara agreed. She smoothed a hand over Lena’s spine and followed the contour of her shoulder as she took deeper lunges. The harsh sound of their breaths matched the vigor of their mating and Lena’s cunt quivered when the base of Kara’s cock began to swell.

The way it spread her sensitive passage in preparation of fusing them together brought an enticing rush and the nectar of her loins drizzled from her entrance. Kara showed her appreciation by petting her between the thighs, and Lena turned her face to witness the alpha lick her essence from those same glistening fingers.

Lena couldn’t be sure if it was the way her silken muscles squeezed around Kara’s member, or if it was the taste of her on the alpha’s tongue that evoked such a euphoric groan from her mate. Whichever it was caused Kara’s cock to erupt in fountains of seed, the gush of which sated Lena’s omega, though her cunt demanded more.

Kara seemed intent to give it to her, and as the alpha’s knot expanded to three times the girth of what Lena had taken, she made to push it inside her tender cunt.

Lena had never known the sheer magnitude of such carnal desires. She was about to push back on Kara’s cock to force the knot inside, but then she remembered herself.

“We can’t,” Lena whined, the pained sound enough to make Kara’s hips falter. “I’m sorry, Kara, but I’m expected to return, and if I’m late there will be hell to pay.”

“Return where?” Kara asked in confusion, though she showed her decency by respecting Lena’s choice to no longer continue.

Lena could only imagine the ache of being denied entrance into her warmth, and she gave a sorrowful stroke to the bulge at the base of Kara’s erection. It was hotter than Lena expected, and Kara choked on a moan as another spurt of seed emptied from her swollen tip.

“I’m sorry,” Lena reiterated, knowing full well that Kara would be unlikely to catch up with her with such a prominent erection.

She hurried into her dress and left behind her stockings in her haste to leave the room, thankful that her skirts hid not only her bare legs, but the copious amounts of slick and seed that trickled from her cunt. In descending the staircase, Lena tied a scarf around her neck to conceal the claim bite. She was in such a rush that she didn’t realize Kara had followed her out to the street.

Lena stepped foot back into Kent’s establishment, and a young alpha escorted her over to a table where Lex was waiting with his head in his hands.

“I lost, Lena,” Lex informed her before she had so much as sat down, and Lena almost fell into the chair beside him. “I played a solid game, but it wasn’t enough.”

“You lost?” Lena asked in a strained whisper and blinked against the warm teardrops that suddenly clung to her eyelashes. “To whom?”

Her bottom lip trembled from the terror of not only being handed over to a strange alpha, but also being unable to deliver on Lex’s promise.

Lena had heard of omegas who traded their own bodies for liquor, shelter and other riches, and there were times when they were found frozen in the streets of Quebec or dead at the hands of an alpha. She doubted the winning alpha would take kindly to the fact that Lex had lied, and Lena braced herself for the precise moment that her brother would smell Kara’s pheromones on her skin.

She wrapped her arms in front of her and tucked her chin down as Lex stood up and gestured towards the bar.

“I believe it’s Clark Kent who will come to collect you, since the house won, but you might be in luck if he’s too honorable to claim his prize.” Lex sighed as though the loss was his burden to bear and then pushed a mug of ale in front of Lena.

“Clark doesn’t own this establishment,” Bruno interrupted and brought over the ledger with a curious glance down at Lena. “Kent’s never owned it. He just likes to play these games, so it was named for him.”

“Then to whom do I belong?” Lena asked in distress, as she verged on slipping into complete despair.

“Me,” Kara declared from where she stood a few paces away, and then she pulled the ledger from Bruno’s hand. “And I have come to collect my winnings.”

Lena pushed back her chair and rose to her feet to accept Kara’s arm. She would have preferred to leave without any discussion with Lex, although he narrowed his eyes at Kara and cleared his throat to get Lena’s attention.

“You seem almost pleased with this little arrangement,” Lex sniffed and breathed deeper when he must have gotten a whiff of her. “If you’re that keen, we can place another bet tomorrow night.”

Lena halted at his threat, speechless and far too upset to object to his treatment of her.

Lex looked pleased with himself, his greed knowing no bounds, and though he opened his mouth no doubt to utter something awful, the words never made it free. Kara made sure of that with a rather deft right hook, and Lex staggered back before he toppled onto his ass in a state of shock at being struck.

“You will never place a bet inside my establishment again, and if you ever try to step foot on the premises or make contact with Lena, I’ll see to it that you're locked up for your outstanding debts.” Kara growled, her soft features hardened by outrage as she stood imposingly above Lex and filled the air with a challenging, dominant scent. “Do I make myself clear, Mr. Luthor?”

Lex rubbed at his jaw and gave a nod to show he understood Kara plainly. Before he could make any other answer, Kara was swift in ushering Lena away and out the door to a carriage.

Lena perched on the seat opposite from Kara and listened to the click of the horses’ hooves on the cobblestones.

“Did you know about Lex’s bet prior to bedding me?” Lena questioned with a stern jut of her jaw and squinting eyes.

Kara’s evasive downward glance was confession enough, and it brought a twisted smile to Lena’s lips.

She sat with her hands in her lap and considered whether or not this counted as deceit on Kara’s part.

“I thought you were an honest person, and smitten with me, but it turns out you’re a secret hustler,” Lena muttered and watched the shame burn on Kara’s face.

“There were rumors that your brother was planning this, but I had no idea he would actually use you as a pawn,” Kara conceded and ran her hand down her vest, which was still wrinkled from their earlier romp. “If anyone other than Lex won, I would have barred him and refused to allow the game to stand. I would never let that happen to you or any other omega. If the house won, I fully planned to confess my feelings for you, but under no circumstances would I have taken you as some sort of prize.”

Lena sucked on her teeth as she considered the apologetic scent that wafted from Kara and the sheen to her eyes that showcased the alpha’s emotions.
 
“And yet miraculously you stumbled into an opportunity to lay bare your heart tonight,” Lena pressed, aware that it was her own actions that put Kara in her path. She held no regrets about it either, but she would wait to say as much.

“Why didn’t you tell me you knew what my brother planned when I came to you?” Lena asked, quieter than before and even a tad frightened to hear Kara’s answer.

“Perhaps the same reason you never told me, despite allowing me to claim you.” Kara admitted and reached out tentatively to clasp Lena’s hand in her own. “I did not want your brother to tarnish what we had with each other. If you chose me, then it would be of your own will, and not some gamble he orchestrated.”

Lena believed that Kara was telling the truth and she untied the scarf at her neck to touch the fresh claim bite.

“It is my will,” Lena uttered and stroked two fingers over the mark to encourage the scarring.

The carriage door swung open when they reached a brick house on the outskirts of the city and Kara stepped out before helping her down.

“I own the inn, and I often like to stay close to my businesses, but this is my home,” Kara whispered as snowflakes spiraled around their heads and the wind chilled Lena deep down to the bone.

She started to shake and Kara brought her indoors to a handsome sitting room where a fire was waiting. The crackling warmth was a relief and Lena sank onto a couch while Kara placed another log onto the hearth. Garlands of holly and winter greens were wrapped around the staircase and resting on the mantel place. Kara lifted a large fur from a chair and draped it around Lena’s bare shoulders.

“How many businesses do you own?” Lena asked without the forethought to censor herself. “Not that it matters. It wouldn’t change how I feel. I just never knew you owned any at all.”

“I find that once certain alphas are aware of another’s good fortune, they nip at the heels of the person.” Kara mused with a smile touching her lips. She removed her coat and came to sit by Lena near the fire, and took the liberty to push a fallen lock of hair behind her ear. “I much prefer the company of a good book than I do a gathering of sycophants. I own three businesses in town. The inn, Kent’s, and the bakery.”

“Not the one with the fancy little pastries that are always sold out?” Lena asked with a hint of nostalgia. She laughed when Kara nodded and pressed a hand back to her throat. “My father used to take me there on the way to the docks every Friday morning as a treat before his shipments arrived. It’s been so long I almost forgot the place existed.”

“Then I’ll be sure to inform the baker to set aside a box every Friday just for you,” Kara vowed, and Lena was overcome with the urge to kiss her when the alpha suggested bashfully, “Maybe we could share them, and take a walk by the sea, or we could bring them home—”

“Yes, I would like that,” Lena whispered and caught Kara’s hand to bring it up to her own cheek to nuzzle affectionately against the alpha’s callused palm. “Though if you are accepting requests, there is something else I would like to have.”

It was a coy thing to utter, and Kara appeared to believe it was a favor. The alpha’s serious expression was heartwarming, and she earnestly stated, “Name it and I’ll give it to you, Lena. Whatever you ask of me.”

Lena bit her lip while the flirtatious scent of her heat ensnared Kara. She saw quite clearly the way the alpha’s pupils dilated, and she boldly slid her hand up Kara’s thigh to feel the way her cock stiffened just from breathing her in.

“Your knot,” Lena whispered and dropped the fur from off her shoulders in an attempt at seduction. “Claim me, Kara, truly, right here in front of the fire.”

She expected to be tangled in her dress from Kara’s haste to get it off, but the alpha surprised her by moving with confidence. Instead of torn fabric and clumsy fumbling, Kara unlaced the material with precision. She kissed every exposed inch of Lena’s pale skin and peeled the fabric down until Lena shivered with anticipation.

Kara arranged the furs and Lena moved onto all fours to present her cunt in offering. She was still slick with their combined arousal and Kara must have enjoyed the sight of the heady mixture because her pheromones reflected pride.

“What are you thinking at this very moment?” Lena dared to ask, and observed Kara through hooded eyes as she gazed over her shoulder. The alpha took in a shuddering breath and dropped her trousers to reveal her already dripping erection and Lena whined in need for it.

“How fortunate I am to call you mine.” Kara uttered, and used the broad tip of her cock to gather up some of the sticky nectar that clung to Lena’s cunt lips. She pushed it back inside Lena’s eager entrance and encouraged her down with a firm hand between her shoulders.

Lena welcomed the submissive pose and groaned when Kara forced her cunt to open for her girth. She was all the more sensitive after their first time and Kara soothed her by stimulating her clitoris. They started with a gentle back and forth, and Lena learned to undulate whenever Kara was deep enough. The pleasure of rubbing her cunt against the alpha was rewarding for them both, and fresh slick made their mating all the more enjoyable.

“You mustn’t be so gentle, Kara. I promise I will not break,” Lena moaned wantonly, and spread her knees further apart so Kara could charge her hips forward.

“Turn around,” Kara breathed against the nape of her neck and moved her so that she was flat on her back.

It granted an intimacy Lena hadn’t known she was missing, and she stared into Kara’s eyes while she welcomed the alpha between her legs. The first nudge of Kara’s cock sent a shock all through Lena, and the blush of arousal warmed her cheeks as her thighs shook.

“Will you kiss me?” Lena whispered, her fingers finding purchase in the alpha’s blonde hair to bring their mouths that much closer. It was hardly a question when their lips were already brushing together as Kara plunged soundly into her cunt at a powerful pace.

Lena dug her heels into the furs to raise up her hips and Kara slipped a hand underneath her backside to hold her in position. At that slant, Kara’s cock pushed in that much deeper, and Lena gasped into the alpha’s mouth and clung onto her muscled shoulders. The thick ridge around the head of Kara’s cock grazed every ripple of Lena’s cunt.

Lena breathed out a stream of incoherent praises with her face in the crook of Kara’s neck. She puckered her lips and scraped her teeth over Kara’s pulse. The desire to bite down came over her all at once and she marked Kara with an affectionate nip.

“Again, Lena,” Kara groaned, her thrusts increasing in force as her excitement began to peak. “Let me feel your teeth and I will wear your mark with pride.”

Their passion for one another was unmatched, and Lena was struck by the sincerity of Kara’s words. For an omega to lay claim to an alpha was a lifelong binding, more sacred than any wedding band, for it meant the alpha could never choose to have another mate for as long as they lived. Most alphas were too cowardly to make such a commitment, and Lena shuddered from the act.

She bit down without feeling timid or worry as to whether it would hurt, and relished the vibration of Kara’s moan which tickled her lips. The eroticism of it all must have been the catalyst for Kara’s knot, because it began to swell at the base of her cock at an alarming rate. Seed already blasted from the head of her erection, and Kara bucked with frantic insistence.

“Make it fit, please, get it all in,” Lena breathlessly encouraged, and with disregard for her modesty hooked her hands under her knees and raised them up to her chest.

Kara could hardly form a word at the sight of her pale cunt so open and on display.

The darker rouge where Kara’s cock demanded entrance was barely seen around the immense girth of her knot, the pressure of which was breathtaking. Kara pumped her hips with rougher strokes and Lena whimpered as her cunt relented to her alpha.

She orgasmed before Kara was all the way inside, her grasping walls pulling the alpha into the warm clutch of her cunt where she belonged. They shook together, breathless and sweaty before the fire, the soft crackle of the wood soothing in the wake of their mating.

Kara rolled them onto their sides to cradle Lena against her, and Lena nosed gently into the mark she had bestowed on the alpha. The light stimulation began another throbbing release, and Kara moaned as her cock emptied for a second time.

“I’ll be pregnant in no time if that’s all it takes,” Lena teased in a sultry rasp, and left kisses along Kara’s jaw.

The knot held firm and Lena basked in the comfort of Kara’s strong arms. The prospect of children evidently pleased the alpha because she hummed in contentment and lowered her hand to Lena’s belly. “I would be lying if I said that didn’t please me.” Kara confided, her soft murmur almost too quiet to hear.

“Fortunately for you I’ve always wanted a large family,” Lena lilted, her smile widening when she caught the hope on Kara’s face. “Something tells me you’re going to make sure I get it.”