Crushing It - Sneak Peek

Rating: Explicit, ABO Dynamics, Alpha Kara, Omega Lena.
Description: After spending three years pining for Kara Danvers, the athletic alpha who barely knows she exists, Lena signs up for a college trip to the slopes with the idea of getting Kara to notice her. She just never expected it would take an accident to pull it off.
Tags: Thirsty Lena. Messy coming/cum-marking and oral sex.

 

Lena felt like a horse chasing a carrot on the end of a stick as she hit the button to start up the treadmill and began a slow jog.

Across the gym from her in a white Nike sports bra and loose-fitting shorts, Kara Danvers was at the pull-up bar. Every time she brought her chin over the bar, her biceps flexed and Lena could see the full curvature of her muscle. Bathed in sweat but still eager, Kara performed another set and then took a short break. She flopped down on an exercise mat to work her abdominal muscles, lifting her legs and back in quick rotations. Lena’s mouth hung open in admiration, and a scarlet blush spread up her neck as Kara stole a glance her way. 

In recent weeks, Lena had been spending more and more time at the gym, and not because of her dedication to a work-out routine. She came to the gym just for Kara.

The fit blonde showed up every other day and did all kinds of incredible things with her body — stretching and bending and so much lifting that Lena could vividly imagine Kara picking her up and holding her in several different positions while they had sex.
 

Beyond her obvious strength, Kara also smelled wonderful – like spice and cedar layered over alpha pheromones so tempting that it was no wonder the gym had a policy about using strong scent-maskers. 

 

Lena almost injured herself on the equipment three times, and had actually crushed her finger in a weight machine once when Kara had approached to offer her help.

 

That was how Lena found out that Kara didn’t even know her name— after the shocked question of, “oh my god are you okay?”— and Lena completely ignoring her throbbing finger long enough to utter out a peculiar, “wonderful, I mean—yeah, I’m fine” — there had been a hurried exchange of names. 

 

Her bruised finger was finally healing up from that incident, and thank god for that, because Lena needed those fingers for other activities after the gym. 

She was attracted to Kara, but unfortunately for her, Kara seemed almost completely unaware of her existence.
 

Lena had been attending the same college as Kara for going on three years now. They had taken several classes together, lived on the same floor in the same dorm during their freshman year, and even mingled with some of the same people, but Kara seemed to have a singular fixation on training for high risk sports.

 

Growing up, Lena’s mother had limited her to “respectable” sports only: tennis, fencing and equestrian competitions. Lena earned plenty of pretty ribbons to hang on her walls, but she was nothing like Kara when it came to athleticism. 

In spite of that, when Student Activities sent out an email advertising a winter trip to the slopes, and her friend Jess badgered her to sign up, Lena found herself paying the fees with the hope that Kara would also be going. 

If nothing else, Lena figured she could sit in the lodge and appreciate the snow from indoors, the way she usually preferred to interact with it. She bought a pair of skis and a new, impractical ski jacket just for the occasion, although she would much rather spend the trip cracking the spine on a few books than risk cracking her own on the mountainside. 

On the night before the trip, Lena fell asleep and dreamed of making a fool of herself by face-planting in the snow—and although she had never believed in superstitions or premonitions, that terrible dream set the tone for everything that came next. When she woke up the next morning, she rushed around so much that she forgot to pack certain necessities that an omega like her practically required to get through the day, including the perfume she used to cover up some of her scent. She had to borrow a spray for betas from her twin friends, Eve and Hope, and Eve spent the entire morning laughing at her. 

Wearing scent-reducing sprays had become as mandatory as wearing clothes in college. The beta perfume did little to conceal her omega scents, and it was almost like walking around in a string bikini when she passed through the crowd to get onto the bus. It was obscene and she blushed in embarrassment, too mortified to speak as she hurried to find her seat.

“If you want an alpha to notice you, now is definitely the time,” Eve snickered in her ear, and took great delight in pointing out every alpha that stared at Lena’s ass.

Fortunately another omega was on the trip and she doused herself in perfume when Jess rushed off to borrow some on her behalf.

With that crisis averted, Lena was unprepared for the next one.

Kara Danvers was one of the last to get on the bus, along with Barry Allen and Oliver McQueen and her sister, Alex Danvers. 

Oliver stopped right beside Lena and squinted at the number on his ticket, then at the one above her row. “You’re in our seats.” He stated gruffly, and half of the bus turned to watch the spectacle unfold.

“We can just take theirs. It’s no big deal.” Barry suggested with a friendly smile, but Oliver refused to budge, and Lena realized it was because the scent of her was still lingering in the bus, although it had dispersed around her instead of clinging to her.

 

“I want my seat.” Oliver reiterated, not bothering to look at Barry as he stared over Hope’s shoulder to eyeball Lena.
 

She was in no mood to deal with a demanding alpha, and still far too embarrassed about her own scents to argue with him.

 

“No, yeah - that’s – that’s totally fine. Sorry — take it,” Lena tripped over her words, and then her own feet. Fortunately Hope caught her by the back of her jacket before she stumbled into the opposite seats, where Jess and Eve were trying not to laugh. 

“I didn’t realize the seats were numbered.” Lena explained under her breath, but Oliver just grunted and slid into the seat he was assigned, followed by Barry, who gave her a small, sympathetic smile.

Sandwiched in the aisle with Hope in front of her and Alex behind her, Lena fumbled to find her ticket, aware that everyone was staring, and panicking because she heard Kara sniff the air sharply behind her sister. “Hope, can you—”

“Check my ticket? On it.” Her friend nodded sharply and began to dig through her own bag, much to Eve’s amusement.

“I don’t care where I sit,” Kara suddenly stated, popping her head around Alex to smile at Lena as she suggested, “Find whichever seats are open and just grab them.”


 

Alex rolled her eyes and Lena nodded dumbly as a blush spread from her cheeks and covered her pale upper chest. She didn’t trust herself to speak but her eyes lingered on Kara so long that Hope took it upon herself to drag her into one of the seats at the back of the bus.

 

Alex and Kara filed in to sit behind them and Lena felt her spine go rigid when she noticed that Kara was only inches away from her. The faint spice and cedar notes of the alpha reached her after a minute and she slid lower in her seat as heat pooled inside her abdomen and made her cheeks glow hotly.

 

“Are you okay?” Hope asked in a whisper. “You look like you’re upset.”

“I’m fine.” Lena snapped back in a hushed voice, but she was staring at the door of the bus like she might just run for it to escape this stupid trip. What the hell had she been thinking?

The sound of Kara’s laugh twisted Lena’s gut pleasantly and she sighed in resignation as she remembered.
 

Miss Grant stood up to inform them all that they wouldn’t be stopping and that any snacks consumed on the bus better not be left on the floor, or everyone could walk back at the end of the trip. Apparently college students were worse than toddlers when it came to mess and she wouldn’t stand for it.

Five minutes later, the bus was roaring down the street and there was a distinct loud crackle of a wrapper being torn open behind Lena, and a fierce whisper from Alex. “You cannot be hungry. I saw what you ate for breakfast.”

 

“Pfft, snacks don’t count as food.” Kara exclaimed, and the sound of her laughing again had Lena smiling and pining. She stifled a laugh of her own when Alex commented about how her sister should be monitored by scientists because she was pretty sure Kara’s stomach was a blackhole.

 

A hand popped through the seats and frightened the life out of Lena, but it shook the bag of M&M’s enticingly and when she turned to look at it, she could see part of Kara’s face peeking at her from the gap between the seats. “Do you guys want to share?”

Kara’s jovial smile, of what she could see anyway, was distracting, and Lena heard herself breathlessly answer, “Thank you. I would love - I would love some.”

Hope gave her a peculiar look and pointedly cleared her throat when Lena didn’t make a move to take any.

 

“Oh right,” Lena laughed and dumped out a few of the colorful candies to cradle in her hand. “Thanks.” She reiterated as Kara took the bag back. 

Lena stared at the mix of blue, red and yellows, as if Kara had just given her precious gems instead of candy, and then crunched them into a delicious chocolate paste. 

Maybe this trip would be worth it after all.