V's Not Just for Victory - Chapter 2 Sneak Peek

The number of mistakes Lena had made in her life that truly haunted her were few and far between — and yet when she woke up early, bleary eyed and covered in slick from a dream about Kara Danvers ravishing her in the middle of the soccer field as everyone watched, Lena had to wonder if getting frisky with the obnoxious alpha would come back to bite her in the ass.
 

She had been fortunate enough the night before to avoid everyone. After her experience in the locker room with Kara, she had snuck off to the dorm showers to get rid of the alpha's scents. None of her friends had any idea of what she had done with the enemy team captain.


In spite of her concerns about anyone finding out, and her crazy heat-fueled dreams, Lena couldn’t deny that it was a thrill to have all of Kara’s attention, or that it surprised her in all of the best ways that the arrogant alpha turned out to be gentle when touching her so intimately. She thought about it as she got dressed, woke the rest of her team, and rushed off to breakfast.
 

Lena even continued to think about it as she ate a cup of yogurt that reminded her far too much of the last creamy substance she tasted.


That should have been reason enough to get Kara out of her head, but not even Eve and Nia’s usual talk at the breakfast table could distract her. A few times, her friends asked her what was going on, but Lena kept her sordid little secret with tight-lipped determination and tuned out the gossip while her team ate breakfast.

There was too much at stake for Lena to lose it all over some dumb alpha, especially one who was so damn cocky. It was a miracle Kara could walk through doors without the size of her ego blocking her path. Lena made a mental note to tell Kara that. 

Though she planned to stay clear headed and focused that day, there was no excuse for how she had left her heat suppressors behind in her room.


Not that Lena wanted to cheat.


She was better than that, but she had forgotten her pills that morning because despite Kara’s many, many flaws, a small and foolish part of Lena wanted to experience those strong hands of hers again. More precisely, Kara’s ridiculously skilled fingers.
 

She reassured herself over and over again that she could have it all – both win the competition and also find some time with Kara later that day.

Lena made sure the Omega National team arrived at the pool an hour before Alpha Academy and managed to harness their enthusiasm as they changed into their swimsuits.
 

The strong scent of chlorine at least concealed some of Lena’s omega fragrance, but at times she caught a whiff of it while drilling her team. 

The more she thought of Kara, the more her heat affected her, and it only became more powerful when she thought of the alpha in a tight-fitting swim top and trunks — her carved biceps and all of her rippled abs on display.

The fantasy did nothing to prepare her for the reality. Lena emerged from the pool at the end of her warm-up to see the Alpha team swarm in from the locker rooms. Kara came in last, wearing cobalt blue swim trunks and a two-toned top. 

Lena’s mouth felt parched from hanging open as she gawked at Kara’s athletic arms and legs. She tried to hurry by as fast as she could and ducked into one of the small changing cubicles to dry off. 

To her complete surprise, Kara discreetly followed and shut the door behind them. 

Lena was silent as the alpha invaded her space and cupped her pussy through the damp swimsuit she wore. 

All of the omega suits were dark red two-pieces, with bottoms that tied on the side. Kara went to loosen the strings, but then settled for moving the thin fabric between Lena’s legs. 

“Someone didn’t take her suppressors.” Kara said in lieu of a greeting. She buried her nose into the clavicle of Lena’s neck and inhaled deeply, as if she had been needing this just to get through the morning. “And here I thought you were a good girl who collected A’s the way I collect trophies. It must get tiring having to maintain such a perfect reputation.”

 

Lena could scarcely form words, let alone correct Kara about who she was, or explain why she cared so much about her grades or everyone else’s opinion of her.

 

Kara swiped her finger between Lena’s pussy lips and growled in appreciation at the slickness she encountered. “You must be ready to climb the walls.” She considered out loud, and circled Lena’s slippery clit just to feel the way it responded to her touch. “Let me take the edge off.” She encouraged, her mouth parting to kiss wetly at Lena’s pulse point as she played with her stiff clit. 

Lena had no will to complain, not when Kara handled her so confidently. She tilted her head to the side and let Kara explore, nuzzling into her and sucking on her neck until she was weak kneed.

“I’ve been thinking about doing this all night.” Kara confessed with a smirk. She rubbed Lena’s bead of nerves between two fingers and grinned as her legs began to tremble.

 

When Lena’s breaths hitched and the faintest whimper left her throat, Kara sped up her strumming.
 

“Shhh,” Kara whispered, not slowing for a second as she worked Lena into a shuddering frenzy. “Everyone’s outside. You don’t want them hearing you.” 

Lena sank her teeth into her bottom lip, but her moaning still sounded too loud to her own ears. Her pussy ached to be full and she could feel Kara’s solid cock against her thigh from how close they stood together.

She resented Kara for all of this, yet the sensations and thrill of it balanced out the extreme terror she experienced whenever she heard passing footsteps. If any of other students or an academic coordinator discovered them, the consequences would be severe, but all she cared about was seeing this through to completion. 

Grinding herself against Kara’s palm might have been desperate, but Lena figured the faster she came, the sooner the alpha would leave her alone. She couldn’t deny her urges, not when Kara’s whole hand was soaked with her desire and she could hardly even speak.



While she focused on creating controlled little pulsations inside, Lena rubbed her pussy into Kara’s fingers and begged in a quiet, undignified whimper. “Make me come, Kara. Please, please, I want to come.”