Big Dick Energy - Chapter 2

The weekend went by in a wonderful blur and Kara had spent every moment of it with Lena. They laughed, and cuddled and watched Netflix in between making out for hours on end. They barely left Kara’s dorm room to get food, but they never discussed the one thing Kara couldn’t stop thinking about:

Sex.

It felt like a whole new world had opened up to her, and every time she was around Lena, her body instantly reacted. Her cock stood at attention, eager and waiting at the mere scent of Lena.

Kara hated how frequently she had to try and conceal it, and how distracted she had become because of it. Every thought in her head inevitably redirected to sex. Then she would lose herself in the memory of how warm and wet Lena had been, and how sex with her was better than anything she had ever known.
 

Her heart felt freer than a bird because they were more than just best friends now. Granted, Kara wasn’t entirely sure what they were, because she hadn’t outright asked, but in her heart Lena was hers. In the heat of the moment, Lena had expressed that Kara was her alpha, but they never talked about it afterwards or exchanged tokens to make it official. 

Kara would have mentioned it after classes on Monday, but then Miss Grant had said a lot of things during the alpha class and Kara had started to panic. The topic had been sex drives and sexual aggression and Kara wanted to curl up and hide because it was embarrassing to have to go through sex-education all over again.
 

“As alphas, you more than anyone are prone to believing that once you like something or someone that it automatically makes it yours.” Miss Grant had said, her eyes narrowed as she took the time to look at everyone individually. “Guess what? It doesn’t. There’s a reason why forced claiming is illegal, so learn to deal with your jealousy. Now I know back in the day alphas were entitled to claim whomever they pleased, but that was frankly barbaric. We’re lucky to live in a society where claiming is done mutually, with full consent, not aggression and violence.”

 

Kara had been nodding along, until some of the alphas cracked jokes about how much easier it would be if the old rules still applied. Miss Grant wasn’t amused, and she had taken the time to reprimand each of them before she continued.

“You may like someone. You may even love them, but you do not own them.” Miss Grant snapped, and pointedly looked at the idiots at the back. “Entering into a relationship, even if it’s only for physical gratification, doesn’t give you the right to sex whenever you want it. You’re not a slave to your urges. You aren’t going to die if your sexual needs are not met.”

 

Kara had begun to sweat after that. Her skin turned clammy and her stomach turned with worry, but she kept her mouth shut and listened as Miss Grant rattled off more information that she felt the need to scribble into a notebook.

 

“Your libido will skyrocket if it hasn’t already, and while everyone else is going through the same thing, only you and the omegas will have this higher sex drive for the rest of your lives.” Miss Grant had paused to make sure everyone understood that this wouldn’t be a passing phase, then intoned gravely, “The sooner you learn to adjust to it the better, and yes Maxwell, I am suggesting you take matters into your own hands. I suspect you’re rather adept at that.”

 

Laughter erupted from the back of the class and Kara had sunk lower in her seat to avoid Miss Grant’s wrath. Thankfully it passed, but what she said next would occupy Kara’s thoughts for days.

 

“Some of you have gone through more changes than others, but all of you will go through more, especially where sex is involved.” Everyone had shut up at that, and Miss Grant had smirked knowingly and rolled her eyes. “While the mechanics of it are essentially the same, you have to be aware that during intercourse, there is a high chance of developing a knot. Now, I’m sure some of you are aware of what that is, but for the rest of you this might come as a shock. I assure you all it’s perfectly natural, but you must be careful with your partners, especially if they are inexperienced or in heat. The risk of pregnancy increases exponentially if they are knotted.”

 

Kara had run back to her dorm to search online for what it meant to knot and had been equally horrified and aroused by what she discovered. Apparently, as a new alpha, it could happen at random, but with age and practice it could happen on command in the heat of the moment.

 

For the next five days, Kara had tried to be as conscientious and careful around Lena as she possibly could. That Monday night she had stopped by to bring Lena dinner, and tried not to stare when the omega dragged her inside, still sweaty from her work-out and wearing the tightest lycra shorts Kara had ever seen. She had dropped her carton of pot stickers when Lena bent over to grab her chopsticks, and then spent the next hour aggressively trying to look Lena in the eyes only. Which was difficult when Lena insisted that Kara should help her stretch so she didn’t get leg cramps.

 

When Kara’s eyes strayed to Lena’s shorts, Kara couldn’t help but wonder how a knot would feel, and then she had gotten hard and made an excuse to leave.

 

On Tuesday, they spent time huddled over books in the library, and more than once Kara had caught herself staring down the low-cut top Lena had worn. In fact, she spent so much time with her eyes on Lena’s cleavage that the only notes she had written out were, I like her lacy bra. A little while later, Lena had asked Kara if she wanted to go look for something else, and suggested the back of the library. Kara had declined because she still had three books to get through sitting next to her.

On Wednesday, when Lena had been too warm and asked if she could strip down to her panties, Kara had professed that she was totally okay with that. She had stared at her own feet, and then ran off to borrow a fan that she turned on full blast to help keep Lena cool. The heating in the dorm always did feel overpowering in autumn and winter.

 

Thursday night, after they had gotten dinner and returned to Kara’s room, Lena had suggested sleeping over, but lamented that she didn’t have anything to wear and was too tired to walk back to her room. Just as she started to undress, Kara had handed her one of her baggy t-shirts. 

Lena stood perplexed with it in her arms, but then smiled gently and pulled the shirt on over her head. 

Kara had barely slept that entire night because Lena’s warmth was pressed against her, and Kara wanted her more than anything. In the morning, she had hurried out of the room to get them breakfast as an excuse so that Lena didn’t have a rude awakening with Kara stiffly greeting her beneath the sheets.

 

Now it was Friday night, and Kara was trying to pick the right outfit because they were going to another party. Lena would be there any second to head out and Kara had a pile of shirts on the bed behind her. 

She pulled on an itchy collared top and a grey sweater, then braided her hair back. It took her a little too long to realize that she was dressed for class and not for an omega sorority party. 

It crossed her mind to change, but then Lena breezed into the room, exuding so much sexual energy that Kara tripped back and landed on her ass on the bed. Kara noticed her smoky eye shadow and full, dark red mouth, and how her cheek dimpled in delight as she grinned.

Kara gaped up at the dress that fit Lena like a second skin, showing off every curve of her body and reminding Kara of what was underneath. She swallowed and honed in on the spot between Lena’s thighs, blinking to clear her mind of impure thoughts. 

“Kara, I can’t decide which dress to wear, do you like this one?” Lena asked. She held up another option, which had a longer hem and the disadvantage that it was not currently on Lena.

Kara could only give it a cursory glance, because she was busy gawking at Lena’s firm nipples underneath the dark blue bust of the dress. “I like—” Boobs. “I like what you’re wearing.” She choked out, digging her fingers into her thighs as she inhaled Lena’s omega scents wildly. 

It would have been so much smarter to discuss her relationship with Lena earlier in the week, before all of this sexual tension had the chance to build up. She was becoming mentally useless around Lena, and the type of alpha that Miss Grant warned them all not to become. 

 

Lena brightened at Kara’s flustered appearance and went over to the closet to hang her other dress.
 

Kara sat twitching on the bed, altogether overwhelmed by Lena’s beauty, and Lena drifted over to sit on the mattress beside her. As Lena swung the hair off of her shoulders, Kara’s attention wandered to her neck.

 

It was an alpha custom to give omegas special necklaces to show that they were committed to someone. The necklaces were unique to every alpha, and Kara’s had sapphires and rubies that would go well with Lena’s dress. 

“You are so beautiful, Lena,” Kara murmured and a tiny smile pulled at her lips as she considered reaching for the necklace. 

“So are you, Kara,” Lena beamed and slipped her hand onto Kara’s thigh, kneading at the muscle.  

Kara moaned quietly and shot off the bed as if Lena had electrocuted her, then began to hurriedly pull at the shirts behind her.

 

“I — I wasn’t sure what to wear, but I’m sure I have a nice shirt here somewhere,” Kara muttered.

“Oh, I can help.” Lena immediately offered, though her tone was curious as she gazed at Kara with a crinkle of concern between her brows as she added, “I thought you were still dressed from earlier.”

 

The scent of Lena was filling the room and Kara breathed it in with deeper, more eager breaths, despite knowing that she should avoid it. 

“My mind must have been on - uh… -” Kara gasped. She was staring at Lena’s cleavage, and her jaw went slack and her eyes darkened with lust before she had the good sense to turn away.

“On other things, when I was trying on outfits,” Kara whispered, her cheeks rosy with arousal as she fumbled with a drawer to pull out a little box. She stuffed it into her pocket for later. 

Kara felt too stupid and incoherent to ask Lena to officially be her omega, and decided she would ask her at the party when they had a moment alone together.

 

The thought of their last moment alone at a party sent excitement through her and Kara tugged off her sweater and shirt so fast that her glasses went with them.

 

“Come here,” Lena softly chuckled and slipped a black shirt over Kara’s shoulders like a cape. “You’re acting like we’ve never gone out before. What’s gotten you so nervous?” She asked shyly, gazing up at Kara through her long lashes as she coaxed the alpha’s hands through her sleeves.

 

“I guess I’ve just been a little stressed,” Kara explained and swallowed the lump that formed in her throat. How could she say she was starting to worry that she was becoming some kind of sex crazed alpha and that she didn’t want to push Lena to do more, or take advantage of her in any way?

 

“Maybe I can help you with that.” Lena lilted through a smile, and her delicate fingers began to do up the buttons on Kara’s shirt. She flattened her palms over the front of the material before she fixed the collar with a bright smile. “There, now you look like you’re ready to have a good time.”

 

Lena had no idea. Kara tried to conceal the tent in her pants as she bent down to grab her glasses. She pushed them back onto her nose and smiled warmly at Lena.

“Thanks, I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Kara confessed in a whisper, and slipped her hand into Lena’s to pull her closer to her side. She leaned in to brush her lips against Lena’s cheek and inhaled the sweet scent of her skin with a low, breathy whimper. “We should – we should leave the bed - room - I mean we should head to the party.” She rushed out, a strained laugh falling from her lips as she hurried to get them through the door.

Kara threw her head back as she continued to laugh. She squinted and her eyelids formed soft crescent shapes of joy that had the added benefit of holding back her light tears of complete humiliation. Slapping her knee, she finally cut off her own distressed laughter with a strange noise that made her sound like a dying bird.

Lena wore a tight, confused smile, but her expressive eyebrows still showed she was amused by Kara. She slipped her arm through Kara’s and leaned into her while they strolled along the hall.

 

Tinsel and holiday decorations already hung from the doors and ceilings, enough to be considered a fire hazard and warrant several floor meetings about it. 

Kara held open the exit door and accidentally tore down some of the shiny silver tinsel. She was watching Lena’s hips move one minute, and the next she was trying to yank her arm away from the festive strands that clung to her. Whoever put it on the door had used way too much tape and it stuck to Kara in her rush to follow Lena.

 

With all of the mishaps she experienced so far, Kara only hoped her night would get better.

 

Standing under the starlight with Lena was instantly calming, and as Kara held her hand, she felt optimistic about the party.



As they strolled up the steps to the omega house, Kara tucked Lena closer into her side when it became obvious that there was a rowdy crowd waiting to get inside already.

 

“Hell yeah you can sign me up,” James was yelling and then thumped at his chest, as if it proved his clout and superiority. “Let’s face it. Nobody is going to beat my winning streak.”

 

“What about you, Max? Are you going to rise to the challenge?” Andrea asked, and that was when Kara caught sight of the clipboard she held. 

Maxwell grabbed for it and scratched his signature onto the list with a smirk as he glanced behind him. When he spotted Kara he grinned and handed the clipboard back with a snide remark of, “I wouldn’t bother asking her. She’s not the kind to get wild and go hard in your competition.”

 

Kara’s nostrils flared at that but it was Lena who snorted under her breath and raised her chin to state fiercely, “Someone’s forgotten that his ketchup flavored pint made him vomit last week.”

 

Maxwell glared at Lena and then seemed to fixate on her neck before indulging in the view of her chest. “Lena, don’t you look ravishing.” He intoned with a sly grin, and bent forward to breathe in the subtle perfume of her scent. “You could always ditch your friend and hang out with me tonight. I already know you like my bed.”

 

A soft chorus of gasps came from the crowd and Kara clenched her fists as she seethed up at him, “You can enjoy the party by yourself. Lena is--” 

 Miss Grant’s words echoed in Kara’s head and she faltered in her outrage.

“She’s — she has higher standards than to be seen with the likes of you,” Kara stammered.
 

The smug grin on Maxwell’s face didn’t waver as he drawled dryly, “If she had any standards at all, then she wouldn’t be hanging out with you, would she?”
 

An ugly feeling rose up within Kara and she jutted her chin out to snap, “Yeah, well  – you’re a jerk.”

Maxwell laughed at her pathetic attempt to insult him and pushed his way into the party before Kara could sling a better comeback at him. A few of his friends stayed to laugh at how flustered she had gotten and she blushed in anger.

Lena chose not to talk about it, or tell any of Maxwell’s friends off. Her way of proving them wrong was much more direct, because she grabbed Kara by the top of the shirt and smashed their mouths together. She kissed Kara in front of everyone, and parted her lips to make it even more intimate and tender. When she stepped back, Lena set her mouth in a line of hostility and glared at anyone who dared to stare at them. 

“Do you want to get a drink?” Lena whispered and softened when she met Kara’s eyes, as if trying to silently console her.

Kara was too upset that she failed to defend Lena when it mattered. She shook her head and slumped as she tucked her hands into her back pockets. “Nah, you go ahead, I’ll just be over there.” 

Jerking her thumb towards a place in the corner, Kara wandered off to brood. 

From across the packed room, she could still watch Lena, and realized that no one else at the party was anywhere near as stunning or elegant. Lena’s silky black hair and fair skin set her apart, and her alluring body attracted betas and alphas alike — but it was the little, personal things that Kara knew about Lena which made her special. The way she treated others when she warmed up to them, and her smart responses when someone crossed her. 

Kara dwelled on her feelings for Lena and pressed her hand against the jewelry box in her pocket. She only noticed that Andrea had crept on her when the omega reached out to touch her shoulder. 

“You look lonely over here by yourself,” Andrea noted with a small, pitying frown and then held out a cup of beer to Kara. “Listen, I know you’re not like the rest of these show-offs, but why don’t you participate in our little alpha competition? It will give you the chance to show everyone that underneath your soft exterior, you’re the strongest one here.”

Kara warily took the drink and sipped at it, then twisted her lips as she fought embarrassment at being caught sulking by herself. “I uh —  I doubt I’m the strongest one here,” She muttered under her breath. “And I don’t feel like I have to prove anything to anyone.”

The hesitant way Kara spoke caused Andrea to smirk and she craned her neck to glance at Lena.

With a coy little hum, Andrea placed her hand on Kara’s forearm and squeezed encouragingly as she continued, “You know Kara, if you were my alpha, I wouldn’t leave your side. If you don’t want to participate to show the other alphas how tough you are, then maybe you should sign up to show the omegas. From where I’m standing, the only one that seems to notice your strength is me, and that’s a little sad.”

 

Spikes of insecurity impaled Kara to the spot and she swallowed thickly. 

What if Lena saw some of the other alphas competing and decided that one of them would be a better fit for her? Maybe Lena would rather be with someone that could go toe-to-toe in an argument without getting tongue tied. Someone that could defend her honor without having to think about it first. 

“No, Lena knows who I am,” Kara asserted.
 

“Are you sure about that?” Andrea asked sympathetically, and stepped closer to envelop Kara in her cunning, sweet perfume as she spoke. “Wouldn’t she want you to compete if she really believed you were the best alpha here? I bet she never even asked you to sign up, did she?”
 

Kara looked stricken, and gulped down the rest of the beer to stop herself from saying anything that Andrea could use against her. Worry clouded Kara’s mind and she dipped her chin to stare at her feet.
 

“I guess Lena doesn’t think you have it in you.” Andrea persisted and slipped her hand over Kara’s bicep as she leaned into her more fully. “But I do, so why don’t you sign up? I bet you’ll love the rush of the competition.”

Kara made an impulsive choice and pulled the clipboard out of Andrea’s hand to sign her name at the top of the sheet. Just as she finished making the last loop in her name, she noticed Lena’s enticing scents in the air.

 

Lena stood a few feet away and her full lips formed a sullen pout when she saw how chummy Andrea was with Kara. She bumped the shoulders of several alphas and omegas on her walk back, shoving through them to get to Kara’s side. 

“Andrea, have you finished making your Christmas list yet?” Lena asked and nodded in the direction of the clipboard. “Somehow I think you’re going to be very disappointed when you unwrap a few of those packages.” She froze up when she spotted Kara’s name on the sign-up sheet. 

Andrea snickered and tucked her clipboard against her chest. “There’s only one package I’m truly hoping for this holiday season,” she joked and glanced at Kara, who shifted uncomfortably in place. 

“You could have fooled me, considering how many you've handled,” Lena snorted with an agitated arch of her eyebrow. “Why don't you go find someone else to unpack?” Her jealous scents filled Kara’s nostrils, sharp and spiced with a light defensiveness. 

“It’s not my fault you left her unattended.” Andrea quipped with a broad grin and hand on her hip. “Speaking as someone who cares, that just seems like neglect.” She glanced up at Kara with a seductive dazzle in her eye, and affectionately murmured, “I’ll be seeing you soon for the first round.”
 

Sensing she made the wrong choice, Kara put an arm around Lena’s shoulders and tried to back out of her commitment. “Actually I changed my mind, I don’t want to do this.” She said and tried to grab the clipboard from Andrea’s hand, but the omega held it tightly in her claw-like fingernails.

 

“That’s too bad,” Andrea considered with an apologetic, fake pout and a glance down at her manicure. “Once you sign up, you have to participate, but don’t worry. I know you’re going to do great.” She patted Kara’s arm and scurried off before anyone could stop her.
 

“Lena, I’m sorry,” Kara breathed out with a strained little whine. “Andrea said things that made me think that maybe, if I didn’t sign up, you would think less of me.” It was a poor excuse for such a lapse in judgement but she still felt the burn of Andrea’s assumptions as if they had branded her somehow.
 

“My opinion of you has never been determined by silly competitions,” Lena scoffed and then pressed her teeth into her bottom lip, perhaps to bite back other words of criticism. She took Kara by the hand and dragged her off to a quiet, messy bedroom where no one would overhear them. 

“Don’t you realize I think the world of you?” Lena asked with gentle eyes that searched Kara. She fiddled with her hands and dropped her head in dismay when Kara waited a few seconds too long to speak. 

Kara knew she was important to Lena, but part of her still felt undeserving of someone so beautiful. 

“I’ve been waiting all week for you to make our relationship official,” Lena muttered and wandered off to sit on one of the unmade beds, where make-up was scattered along with a bunch of tangled clothes. “If you’d rather just be a casual couple, then I understand. I shouldn’t have assumed that because I gave you my virginity, you would want more.”

“What? No, I—” Kara frowned and waved her hands through the air between them as she panicked. This wasn’t how the night was supposed to go, and she had messed up twice already. 

 

Determined to fix it, Kara reached out to cup Lena’s cheek and forced their eyes to meet. “Lena I want you.” She whispered. “God do I want you. You’re all I think about every day. Well, that and se — uh — stuff, but it’s still all you.”
 

Maybe the problem wasn’t that she was worried about being one of the bad alphas Miss Grant had been teaching them about, maybe it was the fact that she was second guessing everything she did when it came to Lena. This was the one person in her whole life that Kara had always been able to be herself around, and now she was so worried about doing something wrong that she was sabotaging herself before she could do anything right.
 

“I’m sorry that I’ve been so wrapped up in my own head that I hurt you. I’m still figuring out what being an alpha really means, and I got so focused on what I wasn’t supposed to be that I forgot it’s who I am that matters.” It seemed so obvious now, that Kara could have laughed at how stupid she had been. She ran the pad of her thumb over Lena’s cheekbone and watched as her green eyes softened from the affection.
 

“I’ve been an idiot,” Kara stated, her tone dry and direct as she pushed her hand into her pocket to retrieve the small box that she had brought with her. “This whole week the only thing I’ve wanted to do was give you this, but I convinced myself I shouldn’t, in case you thought I was just being territorial or possessive, but why would you ever think that? You know who I am, sometimes better than I do, which is only one of the reasons why I want to be your alpha.”
 

Lena was the kindest and most wonderful person Kara had ever known, and it didn’t make her a terrible person for wanting Lena exclusively. If anything it made Kara smart, because how could anyone look at someone so amazing and not want to be with her forever?

“Will you be my omega?” Kara asked, her voice hushed and fingers trembling as she offered the box to Lena and waited for her reaction.

 

Lena’s lips parted in awe and then the most stunning smile spread over her face. She ripped the lid from the box and picked up the necklace to open the clasp.
 

“Kara, this is a very serious gesture,” Lena observed, even as she gathered up her hair and held out the necklace so Kara could put it on her. “Before we ever acted on our feelings last weekend, I hoped that someday you would ask me. I think I’ve wanted this for most of my life.” 

The string of gems fit perfectly around her pale neck and Lena touched them as if getting acquainted with their symbolic meaning. Soft blossoms of color tinged her cheeks and her blush deepened as Kara’s alpha scents grew stronger. 

“I want you to confide in me, Kara, whenever your urges become overwhelming,” Lena whispered and nibbled at her lower lip, then she hurried over to shut the door and lock it. “If it makes you feel better, I’ve been struggling with my own all week. I know you’re going to participate in the competition, but before we go out there, I really want to feel you.” 

The sight of Lena wearing her necklace distracted Kara to the point that she hardly listened. Lena had always been desirable, but suddenly Kara could imagine her in nothing but the red and blue gems. Lena was hers, truly, officially, hers, and Kara’s happiness was matched only by her hunger.
 

Much too late, Lena’s words registered and Kara’s jaw dropped. Finding out that Lena had been going through the same hell blew Kara’s mind. She knew from class that omegas would have higher sex drives, but she never stopped to consider how Lena might be feeling, because she had been so consumed with her own rampant desires. Kara groaned inwardly when she realized that if she hadn’t been trying to fend them off, then they likely could have helped each other out.
 

“Do you have any idea how much I’ve wanted to touch you all week?” Kara moved to pull Lena into her arms, but then her enthusiasm died a little when she remembered that forgotten to stuff some condoms into her pocket. They were still tucked away in her room, utterly useless to her now. 

“Lena...” Kara whined as if pained, and pressed her forehead against the omega’s with a sigh. “I really really want you, but I didn’t um — I didn’t bring any protection.” She whispered awkwardly, heat rising up her neck like a stain of shame. “I can probably go find some, but I don’t know when this dumb competition starts, and I feel like if go out there, someone might grab me for it.”

“So you won’t go out and we won’t use protection,” Lena decided for them both, and gripped Kara so firmly by the arm that it was easy to see how much the omega wanted her. 

Kara swallowed hard, because her top priority would always be to take care of Lena’s needs. At the same time, she knew better than to have unprotected sex and Miss Grant’s advice was still nagging at her. 

Her mouth formed a dry, uncertain shape, and then Kara cringed, huffing out a deep sigh of defeat. 

“Kara, I’m not suggesting that we behave foolishly, but I could still feel you inside of me for just a little while, and we could have sex whenever we get back to your room later,” Lena explained, as if the logistics were simple and straightforward, and not at all a major test of Kara’s self-restraint. 

It would be almost impossible to avoid thrusting inside of Lena, and then Kara also had to worry about the chance of knotting in her without warning. Her cock already throbbed in her pants, much more sided with Lena’s view than any of her own hopes of resisting. 

“We really shouldn’t, Lena,” Kara regretfully muttered and folded her arms so she could prevent herself from acting and touching the omega. 

“Please, Kara,” Lena begged and then hiked her panties down to her knees without unzipping her dress first. “We won’t even take our clothes off. It will only be for a few minutes.”

Seeing the glossy sheen of arousal on Lena’s panties was nothing to the delicate scent of it once it filtered through the room to wrap seductively around Kara. Her cock pushed demandingly inside her pants and she was moving before she could help herself, tugging at the zipper to push them, and her boxers, down to her knees.

“We have to be extremely careful,” Kara stressed, in case all the blood in her brain circulated elsewhere and made her forget. “I found out that there’s this thing that can happen called knotting, and it could hurt you.”

Despite the risks, Kara was already sitting on the edge of the bed, her hands roaming under Lena’s dress to slide it sensually up her thighs. She rucked the fabric of Lena’s dress up, careful not to wrinkle it, and moved her into position. 

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Kara asked one last time before her own resolve trickled away. Her gaze devoured the soft glistening pinks between Lena’s legs as the omega bent over with a reaffirming, “Yes.”
 

“Okay, go slow,” Kara murmured, and with a firm grip of Lena’s hips, coaxed her down as if to sit in her lap. The first contact against her cock had Kara moaning. Without the latex, Lena felt warmer, and suddenly she wasn’t sure if she could withstand being bare inside the omega.
 

Lena sank down slowly, taking Kara inch by gradual inch. She was whimpering in that way that made Kara rock hard, and the alpha watched voraciously as her cock pushed between Lena’s delicate lips and deeper, into her tight liquid heat.
 

It took all of Kara’s willpower not to force Lena down onto the last few inches to sheath herself completely, and once Lena settled at last on her lap, Kara wrapped her arms around her and buried her face into the back of her neck to rasp, “You feel so tight in this position. I can’t believe you managed to take all of me inside.”
 

Lena seemed to struggle with putting her full weight on Kara’s thick cock, and only with support was she able to lift her feet from the floor. It must have been uncomfortable for Lena, because she whimpered and tried to lift herself off, but only ended up sinking Kara’s huge cock deeper into her cunt. 

Kara gathered Lena’s slipperiness on her fingers and used it to rub her sensitive pussy from the outside. Lena’s breathing reflected how much it pleasured her, and soon she was bearing down on Kara’s cock without any hesitation. She hooked her feet behind Kara’s legs and pressed down into her lap until she moaned and began a gentle bounce. 

Every smooth push of Kara’s cock and lazy roll of Lena’s hips created a delicious friction between them. Lena’s luscious arousal glistened all over Kara’s shaft and she stared down at the still damp spot on Lena’s underwear. It felt more freeing to do this with Lena than it had before, perhaps because this raw sexual fusion of their bodies was so forbidden. 

“I can’t help myself,” Lena confided and flattened her back against Kara’s front, trying to get as close as possible. “I might be a stereotype, but I need sex, Kara. It feels healthy, not wrong.”

“You’re not a stereotype. You’re perfect, and you’re mine.” Kara hissed fiercely into Lena’s ear, leaving no room for argument as she strummed quicker at Lena’s swollen bud. The faster her fingers moved, the tighter Lena seemed to get and Kara gritted her teeth as she tried to keep herself still.

The mix of their pheromones mingled into something more potent and Kara huffed at them. Her mind offered up delicious positions she could easily put Lena in, and she found herself fixating on the idea of bending her forward to pound into her from behind. Kara tried to focus on the moment, and held onto Lena’s waist harder as she pressed heated kisses over Lena’s shoulders and neck, silently praising her.

Lena took what she needed and Kara felt simultaneously drowsy with lust and wide awake with love. Just getting to experience Lena without protection seemed to strengthen their connection and Kara had to force herself to breathe evenly every time Lena’s searing heat squeezed around her cock. It sent euphoric shockwaves through Kara and she moaned unabashedly into Lena’s flushed skin.

“I don’t think I can hold on much longer.” Kara husked, her thighs straining as she dug her heels into the carpet, despite the fact that her fingers were still gliding through Lena’s slick to work her into a frenzy.

Lena lacked focus as she stuffed her pussy with Kara’s cock and rocked her hips in delicious and languid motions. Her warm excitement clung to Kara as she rode harder, breath quickening from how Kara rubbed her inside and out.

“Please, Kara,” Lena whimpered with a scratch to her soft voice. “I’m so close.”
 

Trembling through her thighs, Lena’s release came on all at once in fast deep convulsions that had her groaning. She continued to move, pleading for more even as she shook against Kara.

 

Lena’s sweet face showed her relief and gratification when she shifted and sat on the edge of one of the heavy oak study desks in the bedroom. “Over here,” Lena begged and pulled her panties off, eager to keep going in this new spot. “When you feel yourself getting close, just pull out and come on my thighs.”

Kara knew it would be better to bring an end to this with Lena, but the omega looked so good perched on the desk that Kara bit down on her own lip to stop herself from being the voice of reason. She wandered over while using one hand to loosely stroke at her painful arousal, and then guided her cock back into Lena.

The position had two advantages: the angle felt wonderful and gave Kara more control. It also granted a better view of how Lena’s pretty little cunt spread for her. Lena’s delicate labia parted to reveal the secret inner fuchsia where she wanted Kara to be.

 

The heady aroma and glistening rouge invited her in and Kara steadied herself by holding onto the desk while she pumped her hips.

“You feel amazing like this,” Kara husked, her mind already thinking about her own desk in her dorm room, and all the things they could do on it. She moved faster, her excitement taking the lead as she claimed Lena’s lips in a kiss and muffled every soft cry as she plunged in deeper.

 

Some primitive part of Kara wanted to slam into Lena until she bottomed out, reckless and wild in her carnality, but she had enough sense to behave better and rocked with a building rhythm that had her huffing out breathless noises. Papers and pens scattered from the motion and Kara couldn’t find it in her to care. All that mattered was the hot warm center of her omega and how much she wanted to stay there.

 

“Lena, I need—” 

It was instinct that forced Kara’s thighs to smack into Lena’s and that had her strong hands move from the wood to clamp around Lena’s pale legs. She pinned them open as she forced the length of her cock into Lena’s sensitive cunt with four hard and fast lunges, before she finally pulled out.

 

“Come for me,” Lena rasped, her hands fisting in Kara’s shirt to help her stay balanced as she begged, “please, all over my thighs. Show me that I’m yours, Kara.”

If she wasn’t ready to lose it already, just hearing that from Lena would have tipped Kara over the edge. Red faced and groaning, she stroked her cock rapidly and then she went rigid, her fingers squeezing just below the broad head as thick jets of iridescent ecstasy coated Lena’s skin. It was the hottest thing Kara had ever seen and she rumbled almost proudly.

Lena’s lips twisted in a small, satisfied smile and she reached for her panties to wipe up Kara’s seed. She put them back on and fixed her dress, then pressed herself against Kara. Her hands settled on Kara’s chest, tugging her shirt to command her full attention. Smirking up at her, Lena bent her head forward and ran her nose along Kara’s neck. 

“Thank you, Kara,” Lena whispered and licked her lower lip, then kissed Kara voraciously with tongue and teeth.

If not for someone banging on the door, Kara might have suggested that they leave the party early. Kara tucked her cock back into her pants in such a rush that she almost caught it in the zipper. 

Andrea barged into the bedroom seconds later with two other omegas, a shy girl named Nia, and Kelly, the omega sorority president. 

Nia visibly reacted to the scents in the air, blinking in surprise as she glanced between Kara and Lena. 

“The first challenge is starting,” Andrea announced with a glimmer of rage in her eye, and a stiff neck as she refused to so much as glance at Lena. “Also, stay out of my bedroom for the rest of the night. Actually, scratch that. For the rest of the school year.”

Kara had no idea this was Andrea’s room, but one glance at Lena revealed that she had known all along and had deliberately chosen it for that reason.

Lena brushed her long dark hair from her shoulder and raised an eyebrow in defiance. 

“This place is a bomb scare anyway. You might want to clean up in here, Andrea,” Lena softly taunted and then touched her throat to bring everyone’s focus to the necklace she wore. “We were just having a private moment.” 

“Oh, that’s beautiful.” Nia gushed without thinking, and Andrea drew her a dark look that made her shut her mouth and shrink in size.

 

“It is, isn’t it?” Lena remarked, and smirked at Andrea with a smug glint in her eyes that dared her to argue. She looped her arm around Kara’s and leaned into her with a breathy sigh of, “I’m so lucky to have an alpha that knows how to take care of me.”
 

Kara cleared her throat and shifted awkwardly as the tension in the room reached a suffocating level. The bitter scent of jealousy made her nose itch and she broke the silence by clearing her throat. 

“So the games are starting?” Kara asked, and she couldn’t believe that she was looking forward to them just to avoid whatever situation was unfolding between the omegas.

“I would say they’ve already begun.” Andrea lilted ominously, but she managed a smile for Kara, which lacked any kind of warmth when she turned to Lena. “Try not to touch anything on your way out. I have enough surfaces to sanitize as it is.”

Kara cringed as she grabbed Lena’s hand and guided her out of the room, flanked by Nia and Kelly, who admittedly looked more amused than upset.

All of the alphas were standing around a table in the common kitchen area, and Kara rushed over to join them after Andrea motioned for her to hurry up. On the table was a collection of red cups brimming with a light amber beer.
 
 

“Okay, the first round is very easy,” Andrea declared and wandered around the contestants with a bright grin as she sized them all up. “Each one of you will get three cups of beer. The fastest to chug them all gets a point. You can start now.”

Someone blasted an air horn and Kara nearly leapt out of her skin. All of the alphas slammed back plastic cups as if their life depended on it and Kara shamefully did the same. She glugged two down and was halfway through her third when the airhorn went off again to signal a winner. A few alphas looked like they were wearing the beer, but it was Mike who put his arms in the air with a loud belch and grin of victory.

“I’m gonna smash this,” Mike bragged and winked at Lena as he helped himself to a leftover cup.
 

Kara eyed him in disgust, but Andrea was already ushering them all into the yard to do keg stands.  
 

Kara had never done one of them before and practically cartwheeled over the keg on her first try. Andrea sent her a pitying look as she landed hard on her ass to the sounds of riotous laughter.

James won the round by lasting over thirty seconds upside down. Half of the omegas were already fawning over his muscles, and even Lena seemed to be checking them out at one point, much to Kara’s dismay. She had always been friends with James, but suddenly she hated him.

 

“Next round you get to show us your moves. Drop and give us twenty dive bomber push-ups.” Andrea called out and then stopped by Kara to whisper flirtatiously, “You should be great at this.”
 

Kara pressed her lips together and said nothing in response, but the guilty heat of her cheeks revealed that she knew what Andrea was implying.
 

Everyone got into position, and when the air horn went off, the sound of quiet and strenuous grunting filled the air. It was harder than it looked, but Kara was determined to win at least one match and so she powered through it, the muscles in her arms and shoulders keeping Lena’s attention from straying. The sweaty scent of alpha pheromones and raw power was overwhelming but it urged Kara on even when she wanted to stop. Her effort paid off and she lunged with a speed that no one could match.
 

“That round goes to Kara!” Andrea yelled as Maxwell sprawled out on the grass to grunt and groan in defeat. 

“On behalf of every omega here, thank you for that performance,” Andrea remarked, pursing her lips and narrowing her eyes as she honed in on Kara, as if the alpha was a new gadget she wanted to try out.

 

Kara laughed it off, but she caught every omega making eyes at her while she tried to catch her breath. Lena rushed over to congratulate her and Kara beamed when she saw the pride on her omega’s face.

 

“I know this is all stupid, but I kinda understand the rush of winning when someone you love is watching,” Kara admitted with an easy roll of her shoulders that was almost a shrug. 

Lena draped her arm over Kara and seemed like she might offer her a kiss.
 

Andrea appeared from nowhere and thrust a cup filled to the top with beer into Lena’s hands. At least it looked like beer, even if it smelled suspiciously like something else. 

“What the hell is this?” Lena demanded, ready to throw it back at Andrea in revulsion. She held the cup out precariously, as if she planned to dump it.

“Just something special for you to hold onto for the next round.” Other omegas were clutching full cups and Andrea stared Lena down as she announced, “Line up alphas. This one is a test of strength and skill. You have to carry an omega back into the house without spilling her drink. First one inside with a dry omega wins.”
 

Kara bent down to scoop Lena into her arms, hooking both of her knees over her own forearm and cradling her back with the other. “Don’t worry, I’ve got you and I can win this.” She vowed, a competitive fire in her eyes as she strode confidently towards the sorority house.

Lena monitored the liquid in the cup in case it splashed either of them. She had no complaints about Kara holding her, and even seemed a little disappointed when they reached the house first. 

Ditching the cup in the trash, Lena turned back towards her Kara. From the erotic way she chewed her lip, Kara could guess what was on the omega’s mind. 

“While you were carrying me, I kept thinking about what we can do when we’re alone later,” Lena admitted and placed a hand on Kara’s chest, only to jump when a few alphas came into the house behind them. 

 

Mike spilled beer all over Nia just as he took his final steps, and the rest of the alphas fared only a little better. 

“Kara wins,” Andrea duly announced, as if that was the one round that she had wanted Kara to lose. 

Without dwelling on it, Andrea stepped up with an empty basket and passed it around to all of her friends. “This next round is much more fun,” she insisted. “Omegas, please donate your panties to the cause. Each alpha will have to find a particular omega’s pair.”

As all of the omegas slipped their hands under their dress to help out, or otherwise retreated to another room to do it in private, Kara began to sweat. She worried about who might get partnered with Lena and whether her thick seed was still warm and wet in her panties. 

James lumbered up to them, and without even noticing the gems around Lena’s throat, he declared himself matched with her. 

“Your scents are very strong,” James explained with a shrug and a flippant glance over his shoulder at Kara. 

Outraged by the claim, Kara stared up at him and put her hands on her hips defensively. “Hey, if anyone is finding Lena’s it’ll be me.” She grunted out from between clenched teeth, still in a fighting stance. 

There was no chance she was going to let James pair up with Lena, but as she turned to locate Andrea, she found her already walking up with a broad grin on her face.
 

With a sway to her hips and a bounce in her step, Andrea stopped short of colliding into Kara. She seemed particularly pleased by the situation and faked a sympathetic tone as she said, “Kara, it’d be unfair if you were matched with Lena. After all, you’re very familiar with her scent.” With the dangerous glitter of mischief in her eyes, Andrea placed her hand on Kara’s arm and insisted, “You can find mine.”
 

From behind her, Kara could hear the low angry mutterings of Lena, and the irritable way she snapped at James. “The only way you’ll ever get my panties is when I’m dead and you dig up my grave. They’re staying on me.”
 

James laughed as if it didn’t matter either way to him and let his eyes fall to Lena’s cleavage as he tuned her out.
 

Andrea clapped her hands together to get everyone’s attention and stepped into the center of the room. 

“Alphas, you’re all about to be blindfolded,” Andrea called out. “You each know which panties to find, so when the air horn blows, you have two minutes to retrieve them. First one with an omega’s panties wins.”
 

It took a few minutes for the omegas to blindfold all of the alphas and then the chaos began. Alphas snorted and grunted and Kara was mortified to know that every omega at the party was watching them sniff like bloodhounds to find underwear. 

With her hands outstretched, Kara tried to recall what Andrea smelled like, but she kept picking up Lena’s scent. Twice she caught herself going towards Lena only to backtrack. She bashed her shins on a coffee table and she wasn’t sure what happened, but she heard a loud thump and then Maxwell swearing under his breath as omegas cheered. 

It might have been silly, but all Kara could think about was James and his stupid face trying to get to Lena.

“Thirty seconds left people. So far you’re all disappointing!” Andrea sang out, and Kara used the sound of her voice to her advantage to wander over to where she must have been standing. Kara picked up on her perfume, the delicate scent of her skin, and forsaking all of her pride, stumbled over her feet to get to the couch. She searched between the cushions and threw a few on the floor in her pursuit of Andrea’s panties. Her fingers snagged something lacy and light, and she held them up for the omegas to cheer.

“With only five seconds to spare, Kara wins!” Andrea declared and the laughter in her tone was positively dirty.

Kara pulled her blindfold off and blinked down at the sky blue panties that had tangled around her fingers. She tried to shake them off with a look of horror just as Andrea came over.

“You can keep those, if you’d like,” Andrea seductively murmured and stepped into her personal space.

 

Kara shook her head and shoved them back at Andrea. “No thanks.” She blurted without any tact whatsoever.

Lena stalked towards her with a hard crease between her eyebrows. “You didn’t have to win this round,” she said in a reproving and darker tone of voice. It was rare that Lena spoke to Kara like that and it instantly brought tension to her shoulders and back. 

Kara swiped a hand over her neck where a nervous sweat began to prickle. “Lena – I can explain,” she stuttered, but as it turned out, Lena had to wait for that explanation, because Andrea returned with a trophy. 

The trophy for the competition was a banana wrapped in a condom and a huge basket of latex rubbers.

 

“Congratulations, Kara, I think we all know you’ll put these to good use.” Andrea put on a winning smile as she touched Kara’s arm with a suggestive caress, then went back to her small crowd of friends who were all talking about the alphas.  

Lena folded her arms over her chest and stuck out her chin, then stepped away to mingle with the other omegas.

 

To make matters worse, a few of the alphas decided to crowd around Kara to check out her spoils. 

“I know what you’ll be doing tonight,” Mike grinned and popped his finger in his mouth, then glanced over at Lena and gestured crudely like he was grabbing a set of invisible tits.

 

“You gotta tell us how you managed to get some,” James rumbled and his eyes were blatantly on Lena’s legs and ass.

“Oh my god, no.” Kara exhaled in a rush to the audacity of James’ question, and then slapped at Mike’s hands as she hissed, “Stop that!” 

Lena was staring at her with narrowed eyes and tight lipped judgement. Kara silently tried to convey that she was sorry by slumping her shoulders and giving her the biggest sad eyes she could.

“Lighten up Kara.” Mike laughed and shoved her in a way he must have thought was playful. Kara grunted back at him, and he slung his arm around her shoulders as he leaned in to whisper seriously, “So like, what made you stake claim so fast? Is she that good in the sack?” His eyes were still on Lena, and Kara elbowed him roughly to shake him off.

 

“Don’t talk about her like that!” Kara snarled, her face contorting with angry hard lines as she ranted, “Maybe if you both treated the omegas with respect—”
 

James laughed so loudly it drowned out the rest of what she said, and he clapped Kara on the back with enough force to make her stumble into Mike. “Good one, Kara. I never knew you were this funny. Wait, does that help? Like, does making them laugh actually get them to drop their panties, because the most I’ve gotten so far was a hand jo—”

 

“Darn it, stop talking,” Kara cut him off at the last second as heat turned her pale skin a fevered, blotchy red. She could see from the way Lena quirked an eyebrow at her that the omega must have thought she was getting chummy with the two idiots and it caused a queasy feeling in the pit of Kara’s stomach. 

 

“Look I don’t want to know any of this,” Kara asserted fiercely, and when James went to laugh again, she snapped, “No. No more sharing, in fact, why don’t you talk to the omegas? You know, like people, because that’s what they are.”

 

Mike rolled his eyes and tipped his head to the side as if that was the dumbest shit he had ever heard. 

“I don’t need to get to know them,” Mike argued and popped the lid on another can of beer. “I have enough to learn in class without finding out what movies they like and what flower they think is prettiest. All I want is one of the hot ones to smile up at me as she sucks my co—”
 

Kara stuffed the banana into his mouth, condom and all, so fast that she hadn’t even stopped to think about it. She left him sputtering and coughing as James laughed and pointed. Other people caught sight of Mike gagging as he pulled the fruit out of his mouth and joined in the laughter, except Kara, who made a beeline for Lena.

 

“I’m sorry,” Kara blurted the moment she got close enough, startling some of the omegas who were standing with Lena. “I should have thought about how that would make you feel when I participated in that last round. Can you - will you - forgive me?”

“I think we should go discuss this in private,” Lena answered without showing any emotion on her face, although the way she blinked at Kara and the stern pout on her lips were signs enough of her aggravation. She slipped her arm through Kara’s and paraded her through the party. 

Only when they stood outside in the moonlight did Lena’s stoic mood break. The corners of her mouth curled in a smile and she bent her head to rest it on Kara’s shoulder while they walked. 

“I’m not really that angry,” Lena confessed and then Kara could smell the fragrant and tantalizing scent of her arousal. “I used it as an excuse to leave. Take me back to your room?”

Kara almost dropped her basket of condoms all over the lawn in front of the sorority house. All she could do was nod like one of those ridiculous bobblehead toys. “Of course,” she choked out with a smile. “I didn't want to spend another minute around those other alphas. All I want is you, Lena.”