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The worst part of being in heat is, ironically, the heat.
Alleria can handle most of it. Living in the middle of Dalaran, the scents are already overwhelming; it’s worse when she’s in heat, of course, when her senses are in overdrive, but it’s still just a variation on a theme she’s fully mastered. She doesn’t have to deal with horny, sleazebags Alphas trying to get into her pants, either, or at least not any more than normal: she pays top fucking dollar for her scent suppressants, most Alphas can’t even tell she’s not just an unusually strong scented Beta. That leaves only the physical changes: overwhelming urge to be bred? Just one more thing to ignore. Desire to nest? Well, a good nest requires money, and money requires doing her fucking job, or at least that’s how she tries to trick her inner Omega, to varying degrees of success depending on how deep she is into her cycle. The worst part is, again, the temperature. Every morning she covers herself head to toe in antiperspirants, she forgoes her usual binder for an especially tight sports bra, she drinks her coffee cold and her energy drinks colder, and still she’s left absolutely feverish all day.
She’s tried full heat suppressants, of course, but they give her a massive migraine, and nausea is not something she can afford when she needs to be at the top of her game at all times. So here she sits, in her tiny, barely better than a cubicle office, a box fan perched precariously on top of her filing cabinet and blowing directly down at her and relaxing music playing as she labours away, cross referencing arrest warrants and state legislation, highlighting and dog earing and messily scrapbooking. She’s sitting cross legged, because she needs the space under her desk to store more files, and it is denying her of the chance to squeeze her thighs together ‒ not that she would do that anyway, because she’s a professional, not some weak quivering Omega who can’t keep herself from masturbating for twelve hours. If she really, really needs the release, she can always sneak into the bathroom during her lunch break and rub one out. Or maybe rub a few out, depending.
There’s a rhythmic tapping on her door, a rhythm that Alleria recognizes; she considers ignoring it, pretending that she’s not there, but she’s had enough ‘can we just chat for a moment, Alleria?’s to know she can’t. “Door’s open,” she groans, not looking up from her papers.
“Well, a wonderful morning to you as well, Alleria,” Xal’atath drawls. She swoops into the office (if it can be described as that), grimacing as she steps through the doorway. “My God, but it’s simply frigid in here. You can’t possibly enjoy it like this.”
“Fuck you,” Alleria says conversationally. “Are you here for an actual reason, or did you just want to stop by and insult me?”
“So cruel! So viscous!” Xal’atath lays an impeccably manicured hand across her heart; she’s wearing a perfectly tailored purple and gold pantsuit, a pantsuit that does not leave any of her lithe curves to the imagination. Alleria grits her teeth and tries to ignore the mesmerizing swell of Xal’atath’s breasts ‒ she wishes she could blame this on the heat, but the truth is she’s been miserably attracted to Xal’atath for the three years they’ve been working together. If only Xal’atath wasn’t an insufferable cunt who utterly despised Alleria, she’d consider shooting her shot. “No, Alleria, I’m here to pass along a message ‒ several, in fact. Do you want the good news, the bad news, or the worse news first?”
“I want you to get out of my office and stop talking to me,” Alleria answers. She rummages through the mess on her desk, pulling out a copy of the criminal record of the prosecution’s chief witness; it’s nothing much, just some traffic tickets and misdemeanors, they decided a few months ago that it wouldn’t be enough to change the jury’s perception, but Alleria has a hunch about something.
“The good news,” Xal’atath tells her, “is that we’re going to be spending a lot more time together.”
“Joy oh joy,” Alleria says dryly. She’s trying not to breathe too heavily; Xal’atath’s alluring scent (cinnamon, lavender, the night sky) is perhaps the strongest aphrodisiac known to man. She briefly wonders if Xal’atath is currently seeing one of her fuckbuddies or partners (not a mate, she doesn’t have a mark and besides Alleria doesn’t think Xal’atath would ever allow herself to be mated, she’s too aloof for that), before sharply reminding herself that it does not matter, because she’s not going to fuck Xal’atath.
“The bad news,” Xal’atath continues, “is that Kyveza is in the hospital.”
“What?!” Alleria leaps up from her seat, causing several files to fall fluttering to the floor. “Jesus, is she okay?”
“She’s fine,” Xal’atath says dismissively. “Her appendix burst, but the operation is already over. She’ll be right as rain soon. That leads me to the worse news: we’ll have to pick up her slack until she gets back. That means we’re on point for opening arguments, in addition to everything else we already have on our respective dockets. Kyveza will still deliver it, of course, but we have to write it, or at least get it to the point where she can finish it. The boss wants you and I to work together on it.”
“Why,” Alleria grinds out, “would he ever think that us working together on something is a good idea? Besides, I can’t, I’m utterly swamped.”
“Oh, please,” Xal’atath says sardonically, waving her hand. “We’re all swamped, darling. Welcome to being a lawyer. And isn’t it obvious? I’m on this because I have a beautifully silver tongue and a gift for effortless charisma. You’re on it because you’re the smartest damn lawyer to ever walk through the doors of Dimensius, Dimensius and Salhadaar.”
This is, without a doubt, the unquestionably, infuriatingly, utterly worst thing about Xal’atath: how she pretends to like Alleria. As if anyone that perfect, that beautiful, that intelligent, could ever want to reduce herself to spending time in Alleria Windrunner’s presence. No, she doesn’t, not actually, she just wants to toy with Alleria, break her heart like all her other flings, and Alleria will be damned if she lets that happen, if she lets Xal’atath become one more woman to laugh at her, to say, tears of vicious joy in her eyes, how, Alleria, could you ever think I seriously wanted you? Nevermind the way the praise pours lighter fluid on the fire in Alleria’s core that already jumped into top gear the instant Xal’atath entered, nevermind the fact that Xal’atath is everything Alleria could ever want in a mate: passionate, attractive, capable, tall enough to pin her against the wall and fuck her ‒ no! stop! bad Alleria!
“Alleria?” Xal’atath steps forward, peering curiously down at the shorter woman. “All you alright? You seem a little… flushed, darling.”
“I’m fine,” Alleria growled, sitting back down and aggressively picking her fallen files off the floor. “If that’s all, I would kindly ask you to‒”
“Wait.” Xal’atath furrows her brow, her nostrils flaring. “What’s that smell?”
Oh, fuck no. She took a double dose of the suppressants, how could Xal’atath possibly be able to tell? “I’m busy,” Alleria tries‒
Xal’atath freezes, her eyebrows shooting up. “Oh my God,” she murmurs, sounding almost… aroused . “Oh my God, Alleria, baby, are you in‒”
“Even if I was ‒ which I’m not ‒ it’s none of your goddamn business,” Alleria snarls. Except her own relentless horniness is taking some of the bite out of her aggression, because even now all she can think about is Xal’atath offering to help ‒ which will never happen, never , because Xal’atath doesn’t actually want her, not in the way Alleria wants Xal’atath.
“I can…” Xal’atath swallows, licks her lips. “Is there anything you need? Anything at all? Would you like me to fetch you some water? Or‒”
“I’m fine,” Alleria says again. Her inner Omega is absolutely preening right now, furious with delight, because Xal’atath wants to take care of her, her Alpha wants ‒ no, no, bad Alleria, Xal’atath is not her Alpha. “I need to get back to work‒”
Xal’atath blinks, and Alleria braces herself for the inevitable steamrolling of her boundaries, for Xal’atath to try to act the big, strong, irresistible Alpha. “Of course,” Xal’atath says soothingly. “If you need anything, you know where to find me.”
Alleria watches her turn to leave, open the door, “Wait,” Alleria calls, despite her better interests; Xal’atath pauses, glancing back at her. “You’re not going to try to stay?”
Xal’atath tilts her head quizzically. “I thought you wanted me to leave?”
“No,” Alleria says, “no, I do. I just ‒ I thought it would be harder to get you to leave me alone. Usually Alphas try their best to get into my pants the moment they find out I’m in heat ‒ hell, the moment they find out I’m an Omega.”
“Most Alphas are moronic, intolerable bastards,” Xal’atath says immediately. “I promise I’ll leave you alone, Alleria ‒ and I can run defense, if you’d like? Get Kael’thas and the lot to leave you alone? It’s up to you.”
Alleria wrinkles her nose. “Stop acting like some dreamy respectful Alpha,” she snorts. “Just hit on me like I know you want to and then get out.”
Xal’atath stares at her, and then shuts the door. “Do you want me to hit on you?” Xal’atath sounds utterly bewildered, and, infuriatingly, her eyes don’t drop from Alleria’s for a single second, not to her waist, not even to her tits. Does she not find Alleria attractive? Is that it? Better question, why the fuck does Alleria care? Why won’t she just let Xal’atath leave, like she wants? Like she… like she wants to want? “Alleria, baby, I must admit I’m not quite sure what you’re asking of me.”
“I just…” Alleria glances up and down Xal’atath’s body, her fit, shapely, beautiful body ‒ what would her cock look like? Fuck, her knot ? “Nevermind. Just stupid Omega hormones. You can leave.”
“Do you want me to?” Xal’atath whispers softly. When Alleria doesn’t respond, Xal’atath steps forward, reaching out to brush a lock of Alleria’s messy blonde hair behind her ear. Alleria shivers at the contact, biting back a whimper, she knows she shouldn’t be but fuck is she turned on right now. “Alleria? Do… I apologize if I’m overstepping, but… do you want me to touch you?”
Alleria can’t hold back a full body shudder at the words; a purr, sensual and rebellious, starts up in her chest. “Xal,” she chokes out; her voice is so hoarse, when did that happen? and why is she so hot? every nerve in her body is on fire as she paws at her tie, loosening it because it’s just so damn hot ‒
“I’m here, baby.” Xal’atath squeezes around the desk, pushing Alleria’s chair back against the wall so that she can perch on the desk. She takes Alleria’s palm in her own, squeezing reassuringly. “What do you need, darling? Anything you want, just ask.”
It isn’t true, it can’t be true. Xal’atath could never actually want her . “It hurts,” Alleria whines, because oh, God, it does , it feels like her insides are setting themselves ablaze, her cunt is so achingly wet and so heartbreakingly empty, the scent of cinnamon and lavender is overwhelming, all she can breathe is Xal’atath. “Fuck, it hurts, so bad ‒”
“I’m here. I’m here, darling.” Xal’atath places one hand on the lever and the other on the seat of the chair, pushing it down to the lowest height, and then kneels in front of Alleria; she’s tall enough that they’re practically face to face. “What do you need? Use your words, baby, you have to use your words.”
Alleria screws her eyes shut so she won’t see the mock affection painting Xal’atath’s expression. “You wouldn’t, you won’t,” she whines, “don’t make fun, I can handle this myself‒”
“Baby, I’d do anything you asked of me in a heartbeat,” Xal’atath says firmly. She cups Alleria’s cheek in her palm, Alleria can’t help but to lean into the touch, despite knowing that it’s a trick. “Do you need me to drive you home? How close do you live, darling?”
“No,” Alleria gasps. “No, I can’t ‒ I can’t leave, I have work to do‒”
“I don’t think you’ll be able to work like this, baby,” Xal’atath says dryly. “I can… again, if this is too far, I’m sorry ‒ I can help, if you’d like. Would you like that? Would you like me to get you off?”
Alleria gathers herself and manages to grit out, again, against her better interests, “Yes.”
The soothing touch immediately disappears, because of course it does, of course it does, why would Alleria ever think that it could go any other way? She closes her eyes as Xal’atath retreats, a decade of mocking insults reverberating in her skull, stupid, insignificant, miserable, worthless‒
The sound of something heavy being set down jolts Alleria into opening her eyes. Xal’atath tucks the fan into the corner of the room, and then quickly yanks off her tie, slips off her jacket (leaving her in a tight and deliciously revealing undershirt which instantly blasts all the moisture out of Alleria’s mouth), and (with great heaving and effort) pushes the filing cabinet in front of the door before hurrying back around the desk. She kneels, pushes the chair up further, so that her face is roughly aligned with Alleria’s waist, and then shifts around a little, no doubt having difficulty finding a comfortable position given the strain in her pants and the dusty hardwood floor, but after a few moments she settles in and her hands go to undo Alleria’s belt. She glances up, her eyes alight with excitement, affection, and pure primal lust. “How do you want it, baby? You seem like the kind of girl who appreciates it rougher, but I don’t want to assume ‒ and heats can change things, too.”
Alleria, who is still trying to wrap her mind around the fact that Xal’atath isn’t, in fact, leaving, stammers for a good five seconds before she manages to choke out anything close to an answer. “You ‒ you’re going to eat me out? I thought…” She thought Xal’atath was just jumping at the chance to get her dick wet, using Alleria’s heat as a convenient excuse for some low-stakes, selfish sex, with Alleria’s own pleasure being nothing more than collateral damage. “I thought,” she finishes lamely, “that you were going to fuck me.”
Xal’atath raises an eyebrow. “I’m perfectly willing to, darling, but it would be a tad uncomfortable in such a cramped space, don’t you think? I want you to just lie back and let me take care of you, baby, please? Won’t you let me take care of you?”
“I…” Alleria swallows. “Yeah, Xal, yeah, you can ‒ you can do whatever you want to me.” (A part of her burns with indignation, but it’s drowned out by the rest of her, which is instead burning with lust and want and horny Omega instincts.) “And I… I like it rough, sometimes, but… maybe not… maybe not right now. If that’s… if that’s okay?”
“Awww,” Xal’atath purrs, flashing her a wicked grin. “You want me slow and sensual, babe? Anything for my dear little Alleria. Shall I begin?”
“Yeah,” Alleria breathes. She’s not sure if she’ll ever be able to forget my dear little Alleria . “I ‒ yeah.”
Xal’atath slips Alleria’s belt out of the buckles, placing it carefully on her desk, and then pulls down her pants, inch by inch, revealing Alleria’s pale thighs, quivering with anticipation, and silken pink panties which are absolutely drenched by now. Alleria digs her nails into foam in the arms of her chair and grits her teeth to bite back a whimper as Xal’atath reverently peels her panties down, and then she can’t stop herself from whimpering anyway when Xal’atath murmurs, in hushed and… and loving tones, “ Beautiful , Alleria. You’re so beautiful . Fuck, and you smell so good ‒ I can’t wait to taste you, darling.”
“Then‒” Alleria cuts herself off with a moan as Xal’atath moves closer, running her teeth across the creamy skin of Alleria’s thigh. “ Fuck ‒ what are you waiting for ‒ if you want to taste me, feel-l…” (Xal’atath hitches Alleria’s legs up around her shoulders, biting down gently into Alleria’s plush curves, Alleria gasps with pleasure) “feel… Christ ‒ feel free to‒”
“Normally,” Xal’atath whispers, “normally, I like to tease, but ‒ fuck , Alleria, you don’t know what you do to me‒” and she punctuates this by, finally, licking a long, wet stripe through Alleria’s folds. Alleria practically yelps, bucking into Xal’atath’s mouth, it’s been so, so long, and it’s been even longer that she’s wanted Xal’atath, and she ‒ she ‒ fuck , Xal’atath isn’t stopping; sure, smooth, lovely strokes, it’s nowhere near enough friction, not anywhere close to as much as Alleria needs, but, holy shit, Xal’atath Inanis, on her knees, for Alleria , God, Alleria is honestly fifty percent certain this is some heat-induced fever dream, her blood is singing and her heart is pounding and her skin is on fire and every single scrap of her self is focused on Xal’atath, on the warm tongue teasing at her cunt, at ‒ at holy fuck Xal’atath laps at her clit and it’s so fucking much and it’s so perfect and Alleria has to stuff her fingers in her mouth and bite down as hard as possible to stop herself from moaning so loudly that Locus Walker in HR hears because holy shit it feels so fucking good , her vision swims in and out of view‒
Xal’atath shifts, curling an arm around Alleria’s waist and using it to reel her in, leverage, so that she can truly start tongue-fucking Alleria ‒ oh, fuck, fuck, fuck , Xal’atath’s tongue is truly heavenly , silver indeed, silver and gold and cinnamon and lavender and Alleria is already so far gone ‒ she’s babbling, she can only hope that her impromptu attempt at a self-made gag is enough, she places her palm on Xal’atath’s beautiful, flowing hair, scrunches it up, not to control her, no, just to hold on for dear life ‒ Xal’atath alternates wet, steady thrusts with lapping licks ‒ and then her free hand comes up, soft fingertips rubbing perfect circles into Alleria’s clit ‒ she’s close, she’s so close ‒ Xal’atath ratchets up the force, still gentle but just so much more ‒ the heat is nigh-overwhelming, Alleria is sweating through her pantsuit and all she can see is Xal’atath ‒ and one final deft swipe of her thumb over Alleria’s clit, one final luxurious, trailing lick ‒ the fire is boiling over ‒ flashes of white hot pleasure, overwhelming, the unmistakable scent of cinnamon and lavender, pure, perfect, fuck ‒ “Xal,” Alleria moans as she starts to cum, syllable after broken syllable, “Xal ‒ Xal … Xal‒a‒tath ‒ fuck ‒” And then the wave crashes and it’s so everything and it’s so hot and she feels like she’s floating, ethereal, drenched in pleasure and in Xal’atath and her breath and her skin and her bones is all joy ‒ her Alpha, her Alpha, her Alpha ‒
Alleria comes to in halting gasps, fighting to open her eyes, brief moments of foggy clarity. She vaguely registers being picked up and moved; by the time she’s clear-headed enough to understand what’s happening, she’s curled up in Xal’atath’s lap. Xal’atath is sitting leisurely in the desk chair, holding Alleria bridal style: Alleria’s legs hang off the edge as Xal’atath’s arms wrap around her shoulder, Alleria’s head resting against the soft pillow of Xal’atath’s breasts. Her skin buzzes with a pleasant heat; she’s not sated, nowhere even close , but it’s enough, for now. “You did so well,” Xal’atath murmurs affectionately; Alleria can feel how painfully hard the Alpha is, but for some reason Xal’atath isn’t trying to fuck her, isn’t even angling for a handjob, apparently, is just content to hold Alleria as she recovers. “You look so ethereal when you cum, darling. So perfect. You look so beautiful , baby, don’t you know? So wonderfully beautiful, inside and out.”
“Xal,” Alleria murmurs. She rubs her thighs together, finds them slick with her own desire, she knows she felt Xal’atath’s lips, she’d find them the same. She’s purring, she registers, purring like a damn truck engine, sated and content, for all the world a pleased Omega. “Fuck. Thank you. That was… that was amazing.”
“Yeah?” Xal’atath slips her hand under Alleria’s shirt, and Alleria tenses, expecting her to try to cop a feel, but instead Xal’atath just rubs soothing circles into her back. “I’m so glad, baby. I’m so pleased that I could make you feel good. You know that’s all I want to do, darling, I just want to take care of you.”
Alleria shivers and whimpers, she feels like such a stereotypical Omega, quaking in the arms of her ‒ fuck, not hers, even if maybe she wants that, even if maybe that’s what she’s wanted for years, even if she seems so desperately close, she knows she can’t have it, can’t have her ‒ Alpha, but she can’t really do anything else; her senses are still only vaguely returning, and she’s pretty sure she’d fall over if she tried to stand. She wiggles her legs, testing the motion, and brushes up against ‒ fuck, she can feel Xal’atath’s cock, hard and straining; Xal’s breath hitches briefly, almost imperceptibly, at the subtle friction. Alleria screws her eyes shut as the blazing heat returns in full force; all she can think about is Xal’atath, fucking her, marking her, railing her into the mattress, breeding her, pumping her full of cum‒
Xal’atath growls , a low, enthralling sound in the back of her throat, it floods Alleria with desire, spine tingling, delicious, all encompassing. “Darling,” Xal’atath murmurs, her voice hoarse, “you smell so good ‒ fuck , baby, you’re so beautiful‒”
Alleria exhales choppily and deliberately repeats the movement, rocking her waist against Xal’atath’s length. Xal’atath wines, her jaw straining as she sets it, and her eye twitches — she wants to, Alleria can tell, oh, does she want to. “Xal,” Alleria whimpers, her skin is on fire where the tall Alpha is now possessively keeping hold of her, her cunt is drenched and aching to be filled, “Xal, please, want it‒”
Xal’atath swallows; Alleria watches her neck bob with great interest. “Alleria ‒ God , if I start, I don’t know if I can stop, baby, you drive me wild‒ ”
“Then don’t stop,” Alleria begs. Her shaking hands go to unbutton her jacket, rustling it off and tossing it on the floor next to her pants, she grabs Xal’atath’s hand and shoves it up her undershirt; Xal’atath catches on immediately, cupping Alleria’s breasts over her bra. The touch is exhilarating, breathless and perfect, Alleria moans and arches backwards like a cat. “Xal,” she pleads, “want you, want you so bad, want you to fuck me‒”
“Alleria…” Xal’atath licks her lips, drawing her hand out of Alleria’s shirt and bringing it up to cup her cheek. “Alleria, baby, can I kiss you?”
Alleria feels like she might cry. “Yes, fuck, yes‒”
And she’s expecting something harsh, something violent and lustful, but instead Xal’atath kisses her softly, affectionately; her lips are soft and pillowy and Alleria whimpers into the embrace, parting her lips so that Xal’atath can sweep her tongue across Alleria’s teeth. Xal’atath tastes like cinnamon and lavender and Alleria’s own desire and Alleria can’t get enough, she throws an arm around Xal’atath’s shoulders and grabs onto the the back of her head, clutching Xal’atath’s hair, pulling her close‒ “Wait‒” Xal’atath breaks the kiss, panting with restrained effort. “Wait, Alleria, we need to go home.”
Something in Alleria breaks at the words. “No,” she pleads, how dare she, give her everything and then take it away, “no, don’t leave‒”
Xal’atath silences her with a kiss. Alleria is fraught, torn apart, losing her fucking mind, and she should be paranoid, should be bitter and untruthful, but she’s dipped so deeply into her heat that she fully and blindly believes Xal’atath as she murmurs, “I’m not going to leave, baby. I want to take you home. You don’t deserve to be fucked in some dingy office, darling, you deserve to be made love to in your own nest. I mean, this isn’t exactly how I…” Xal’atath trails off, and then shakes her head. “Look, darling, we’ll tell Ve’nari. She’s respectful about it, trust me, she gave me the week off, no questions asked, when I went into my rut last September. I’ll shoot her an email, and then we’ll go back to your place and I can fuck you the way you deserve: like a queen, pampered and praised. Is that alright with you, darling?”
It’s more than alright, and yet somehow still less than what Alleria wants. Stay with me for my full cycle, she wants to beg, don’t ever leave, mark me, mate me, I want you so fucking bad, not just here, not just now, but everywhere, everything, forever. “Don’t know if I can walk,” is what she croaks out instead. “So hot, Xal, it hurts .”
Xal’atath has to visibly restrain a shudder; after a moment she says, her voice tight, “Do you need me to carry you, baby?”
“No, no, just…” Alleria stumbles out of Xal’atath’s lap, almost falling face first onto the carpet before Xal leaps up and catches her. “Pants,” Alleria says. “Oh, fuck.”
“Planning on it,” Xal’atath says dryly, and, oh, Alleria does like her, is the issue, she can admit it to herself, can’t she? can’t she? here, heat-silly and fuck-drunk, she can admit, she’s been in love with Xal’atath for three years ‒ if only, if only, if only Xal’atath loved her back. Xal puts her hands under Alleria’s thighs and hoists her up on the desk, sending files flying everywhere. “Sorry,” she laughs, grabbing Alleria’s pants and shimmying them up her legs. “I’m sure the defendant won’t mind.”
“Your honor, I could not prepare a defense because I was too busy being fucked silly,” Alleria says sardonically. “Please give my client a fair sentence so that I don’t get sued for malpractice. Yes, that’ll really‒” Xal’atath yanks her in by her hair and crushes their lips together, a searing, fiery kiss that saps all the strength from Alleria’s bones, leaving her a panting, horny mess. “What ‒ ha ‒ what was that for?”
Xal’atath smiles at her. “You’re just adorable,” she says softly. “And so, so beautiful.”
“O-oh,” Alleria breathes. It’s the same kind of praise that Xal’atath has always been happy to tease her with, and she knows it’s most likely fake, as always, but she can’t stop herself from melting at it all the same. “You’re… you’re really fucking hot, too, Xal.” (She’s more than hot, she’s the most attractive woman Alleria has ever met, she’s utterly perfect in every way.)
Xal’atath leaves another lingering kiss on Alleria’s lips. “I know, darling,” she says, and Alleria has the terrifying and exhilarating feeling that Xal’atath knows exactly what she means.
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Leaving the office is a convoluted affair. She’s horny, feverish, her cunt is aching, and there’s slick all over her thighs, and yet somehow she has to manage to escape from the seventh floor of Dimensius, Dimensius and Salhadaar without alerting anyone else to her status of ‘desperately in heat and hopelessly in love with Xal’atath Inanis.’ The biggest issue is the pheromones; Alleria considers asking Xal’atath to scent her, but even if she consented (which she almost certainly wouldn’t), that would just spawn a different set of rumors. Not that Alleria was opposed to people knowing that she and Xal were fucking, except, of course, they weren’t, this was just a quick fling, because apparently Xal’atath was just that fucking good of a person. Eventually, Alleria settles on spraying herself with perfume; the sickly floral smell makes her want to throw up, especially with her heat enhanced senses, but it’s better than being mobbed by horny Alphas all the way to her car. (Although she can’t deny that the idea of Xal’atath chasing them all off makes her heart do a funny flip that’s entirely unrelenting to her heat; irrelevant, of course, because Xal would never do that, and Alleria isn’t stupid enough to ask.)
Xal’atath, still insisting on being infuriatingly kind, selfless, caring, attentive, everything that makes Alleria want to pounce on her and drag her back to her nest, doesn’t let Alleria drive, instead instructing her to curl up in the passenger seat and relax. Five minutes into the half-an-hour drive, Alleria starts whining and whimpering; Xal’atath takes off her jacket at a red light and hands it to Alleria, which keeps her happy for all of thirty seconds before she’s demanding more. Xal’atath, obligingly, outstretches her hand, and Alleria spends the rest of the drive purring and nuzzling against Xal’s palm, the jacket wrapped around her shoulders, all the while silently daring Xal to say something, to call Alleria’s bluff. Either Xal doesn’t mind Alleria blatantly scenting her, or more likely she’s just smart enough not to upset a horny Omega while they’re in a moving vehicle, but either way they arrive at Alleria’s apartment building with no further incidents.
Alleria is hit with a surge of shame and embarrassment as they enter her messy three room (plus bathroom) apartment. Her kitchen sink is full of dishes, her refrigerator is bare aside from some leftover takeout, her living room is covered in stacks of files and law books, and her bedroom ‒ well, her bedroom is actually sort of perfect. It’s small, on purpose; the apartment was built for an Omega, which is condescending but undeniably helpful. Her mattress is right on the floor, although it’s hard to see given that every spare inch of floor has been covered in copious blankets and pillows, and there’s a window that opens out onto the street, flooding the room with golden late afternoon sun. “Sorry for the mess,” Alleria murmurs, as they step inside. “I don’t, uh, usually have people over‒”
Xal’atath grabs hold of the collar of Alleria’s suit jacket and shoves her against the wall, claiming her lips so aggressively that Alleria’s legs feel like they’re going to give out. “Fuck, baby,” Xal’atath growls, “you drive me wild ‒ and your nest is so pretty, darling‒”
“R-really?” Alleria gasps. Her heat comes rushing back in full force, making her vision swim and her skin alight with desire, and, fuck , she’ll never get used to Xal’atath praising her, especially not in that sexy, primal, growl of a voice. “I did a good job?”
“You did absolutely wonderful ,” Xal’atath purrs. She steps back, undoing the buttons on Alleria’s shirt (they saw no reason to put her jacket back on) so hastily that Alleria is almost worried they’ll come off, but she pauses before unhooking her bra, glancing up, waiting for approval that Alleria eagerly gives via a frantic nod. Xal’atath thrums with excitement as Alleria’s bra falls to the ground, leaning down to kiss and bite and suckle at the soft flesh; Alleria arcs and moans, her hand flying up to grasp desperately at Xal’s hair. “Listen, baby,” Xal’atath husks, “I need you to promise me something, alright?”
“Anything,” Alleria whimpers, and then that whimper dovetails into a full scale moan as Xal’atath practically tosses Alleria onto the mattress before clambering after her, undoing Alleria’s belt and yanking her pants and underwear off in one go, leaving the Omega utterly naked as she writhes with heat, basking in the adoringly hungry gaze of Xal’atath. “Anything at all, I’m yours, all yours.”
Xal’atath straddles Alleria’s waist, her thighs are soft and strong and her hands are obsessively warm as she spreads them across Alleria’s abs; she cranes down to kiss Alleria, an enthrallingly hot and wet kiss that leaves Alleria gasping for more. “I need you to promise,” Xal’atath murmurs, “that you’ll tell me if I’m doing something you don’t like.”
“You can do anything,” Alleria gasps; her pride, her indignant ego, it’s all been locked away, “anything, Xal, I won’t stop you‒”
“No, baby,” Xal’atath says firmly. “You want to make me happy, right? You want to be a good little Omega for your Alpha?”
Fuck , yes, she does, it’s like a punch to the gut, your Alpha , hers, hers, “yes,” Alleria says frantically, “yes, good, yes, I wanna be good ‒ please, Xal,” her skin is burning up, she’s on fire, she needs, she needs she needs ‒
“I need you,” Xal’atath says softly, “to tell me what you want, and what you don’t want. I know it’s hard, baby, I know everything feels so overwhelming, I know you’re anxious and eager and scared and so, so horny, I know , baby, but I’m here for you, I want you, okay? I want you so fucking horribly , Alleria, I want to make you feel so good, darling. I need you to tell me what you want so that I can give it to you ‒ because I want to, baby, I want to give you everything you want, everything you need, I want it horrifically, darling. Do you understand? Do you think you can do that, Alleria? Tell me what you don’t want, and what you do ?”
“I…” Alleria’s breath is catching, her body glowing with lust and need and excitement. No one has ever treated her like this, as a person, as a human, as a woman, as an Omega, as something and someone to be cared for, to be listened to, to be trusted with her own likes and dislikes. She’s used to Alphas treating her like a sex object, just a convenient, easy hole, someone to fuck and abandon, she doesn’t know how to handle this, how to handle the blatant affection, it’s sinking into her very bones and making her feel so safe and so trusting, her nest is alight with the scent of lavender and cinnamon and Xal’atath’s body is pressed against hers and she feels like she’s floating in heaven; her cunt is wet and aching and so, so, so needy, she needs Xal’atath, she needs ‒ she needs her Alpha . “I want you,” she pleads, “Xal, I want you, want your cock‒”
“You want my cock, baby?” Xal’atath smirks at her, sitting back and slowly, teasingly taking off her shirt (she lets it fall to the side, Alleria vaguely realizes that it is likely covered in Xal’s scent; that shirt is leaving Alleria’s nest over her dead body), revealing soft pale skin and, delightfully hidden behind a plain black bra, plump, perky breasts ‒ fuck , Alleria can die happy now that she’s seen Xal’s tits, perfect, luscious, beautiful. “You want my knot?”
Fuck . The breath leaves Alleria in a harsh gasp, she’s so turned on that she’s getting dizzy. “Yes, need you, need your knot, baby, please‒”
Xal’atath undoes her belt, tossing it away, and then, teasingly, slips off her pants; her cock is hard and straining against her boxers and, fuck Xal’atath Inanis is hung . Alleria hadn’t really expected anything less but, still , her eyes track the movement as Xal’atath leisurely pushes her thumbs under the waistband and slowly frees her cock from the confines of the fabric. She’s beautiful , long and hard and salivatingly thick. Alleria isn’t even entirely sure she’ll fit, but fuck does she want to find out. “Okay, baby, one second,” Xal’atath says soothingly; she rustles through the pockets of her discarded pants, coming out a condom‒
“No,” Alleria says suddenly. “No, I’m on so many preventatives, trust me ‒ need to feel you, please, I need to‒”
“Of course, baby,” Xal’atath says softly. She stretches out on top of Alleria ‒ her body is so warm, so close , Alleria circles her arms around Xal’s waist, purring with territorial delight; like this, with their bodies naked and wrapped so close around each other, it’s easy to pretend that Xal’atath actually wants her. One of Xal’atath’s hands sneaks behind Alleria’s head, scratching lightly at her scalp, and the other goes to her cock; she lines it up with Alleria’s slick folds, rubbing it back and forth ‒ fuck , fuck, it’s so much, it’s not enough, Alleria whines and bucks forward, trying to somehow capture Xal’s cock. “Slow, darling,” Xal’atath whispers, “let me take care of you, baby, I don’t want to hurt you‒”
“Please,” Alleria gasps. “Xal, please ‒”
Xal sets the tip against Alleria’s sodden cunt and,slowly, gingerly, pushes the first half-inch inside. Alleria sobs with relief, the stretch is painfully pleasant, she needs more, she needs all of it, her nails dig into Xal’atath’s back as she begs; “Fuck, darling,” Xal’atath growls, “you’re so tight ‒ how do you feel, darling? Tell me when to‒”
“Keep going,” Alleria practically snarls; her cunt is burning and wet and she needs more , “Xal’atath Inanis you keep going right now or so help me God‒”
Xal’atath kisses her and pushes another inch inside at the same time; white-hot pleasure flashes beneath Alleria’s eyes as she cries out in ecstasy. Xal’atath is huge , and it’s an exhilaratingly aching feeling; she licks and laps into Alleria’s mouth, nibbling on her lips, Alleria is subsumed by her, subsumed entirely, all she’s ever wanted, to be beneath Xal’atath Inanis, the love of her life, and yes, Xal doesn’t love her back, doesn’t need her back, doesn’t even want her back, and yes, the knowledge digs at her, but who the fuck cares , when Xal’atath is draped over her, pressed against her, inside of her, Alleria is on fire, she’s feverish, and the only prescription is more Xal’atath. “ God ,” Xal’atath groans, “so good, so wet, so tight, so hot, you’re perfect , Alleria, like you were made for me, like we were made for each other‒”
Yes, Alleria wants to cry, made for each other, yes, soulmates, she wants it, she wants it all. “Stop being sappy,” she whines, (lying), “and fuck me .”
And maybe if Xal’atath was a lesser caliber of Alpha, that would be enough, that would cause her to throw caution to the wind and rut into Alleria with no sense for her comfort, for her enjoyment. But of course, Xal’atath is somehow the single greatest Alpha of all the time, the single most caring, attentive, affectionate, perfect Alpha; Alleria is Tantalus, so close to the fruit, knowing that it’ll disappear when she reaches out to grasp it, terrified that she’s unable to stop herself. She’ll ruin this, she knows she will, she’ll ask for too much ‒ but god damnit , is it hard to care, not when Xal’atath pushes forward, feeding inch after careful inch into Alleria’s hungry cunt. The stretch quickly tips from pleasurably painful to just pure painful, Alleria tries to hide her wince (because who is she to stop Xal’atath from chasing her pleasure? who is she to deny this perfect, perfect woman anything she could ever ask for? who is she to care about something as trivial as her own comfort?) but clearly she doesn’t have a sufficient poker face, because much to Alleria’s consternation and unwilling joy, Xal’atath halts her movements; they lie there, gasping together, for a moment. “Alleria,” Xal’atath chides softly, “Alleria, you have to tell me when it’s too much, baby. The last thing in the world that I want is to hurt you.”
Alleria licks her lips; her cunt pulses around Xal’atath’s perfect cock as she tries to regain her breath. “You don’t have to do that,” she murmurs; her eyes are shut tight, she doesn’t want to see the expression on Xal’s face. “You don’t have to be so… nice. I know you just want to fuck me, it’s fine, I want that too. I can take it.”
“Oh, baby ,” Xal whispers, she sounds utterly heartbroken . “Alleria, darling, I don’t know what I’ve done to give you the impression that I would want that, but regardless, I’m so, so sorry. This is for you , baby, this is all for you.”
Alleria swallows. Her heat flares within her, screaming at her to get fucked, to be marked and bred and claimed, and it all seems too good to be true, but she’s so fucking horny, she thinks maybe this one time she’ll stop looking gift horses in the mouth. “Okay,” she chokes out. “Okay. Then ‒ go slow. I can take it, I promise, just… be careful. I’ll tell you when to stop. I swear.”
Xal’atath kisses her, soft and sweet, her lips are plump and her body is warm against Alleria’s own. (Which shouldn’t be appealing, given that Alleria is feverishly hot, but it is anyway.) “Good girl,” Xal’atath murmurs, and, oh, the praise does things to Alleria. Xal’atath pushes in slowly, another inch, she’s hot and hard and she’s filling Alleria perfectly, claiming her wonderfully. “Is that good, baby?”
“Y-yeah,” Alleria pants, “fuck, more? Just ‒ just go all the way. Please, trust me, I can take it.”
Xal’atath kisses her, licks into her mouth, and then draws back slightly before hilting herself in one glorious thrust. Alleria sobs with joy, the stretch and the pain and the overwhelming pleasure, it’s all so fucking perfect , Xal’atath Inanis is inside her, utterly, completely, every last inch swallowed by Alleria’s greedy cunt, all she’s ever wanted. “Good girl,” Xal’atath purrs, leaving kisses on her lips, her jaw, her neck, lipstick stains and bruises from the slight friction of teeth against skin. “ Such a good girl. You take me so well , baby, you feel so good around my cock. Do you like that, baby? Do you like being a good girl for me?”
“Yes,” Alleria cries, bucking her hips experimentally, testing the motion, she’s still feeling overwhelmed and raw but she also thinks if Xal’atath doesn’t start moving soon she’ll collapse, heat-death, an imploding star. “Yes, please, Mommy‒”
It’s deathly quiet for a moment. Cold, foggy anxiety presses over Alleria, and she opens her mouth, to apologize, to take it back, but she’s cut off by Xal’atath snaking her arm under Alleria’s waist and kissing her deeply. “Fuck,” Xal’atath growls, “Alleria, do you like that, baby? Do you want Mommy to take care of you?”
“Yes, yes, oh my God, yes, please,” Alleria begs. This is a little bit of a dream come true for her, a fantasy leaping out of her shadowy, early morning fantasies, twisting and turning in her sheets on the heels of a half-remembered wet dream, desperately rubbing herself to the thought of Xal’atath. “Mommy, please‒”
“Shh, baby.” Xal’atath presses kisses to the corners of Alleria’s mouth, to the tip of her nose, to her cheeks, wet with tears. “Let Mommy take care of you, baby?”
“Please,” Alleria whimpers, and finally she gets her wish as Xal’atath starts moving , slowly, luxuriously, drawing back, her cock brushing against Alleria’s walls, causing sparks of pleasure to race throughout her body. She pulls out almost halfway before thrusting in once more ‒ God , it feels so fucking good ‒ “Yesss,” Alleria whines, bucking her hips to try to meet Xal halfway, “yes, Mommy‒”
“Fuck,” Xal’atath moans, “God, Alleria, you’re so perfect, I’m so lucky, I’m so absurdly lucky to have you ‒ God , you look beautiful, you’re so fucking beautiful ‒”
“Faster,” Alleria begs, “Mommy, faster‒”
Xal’atath speeds up, thrusting rhythmically, beautifully, the hand in Alleria‘s hair ducks down to rub soft circles into Alleria’s clit. “You’re so perfect,” Xal’atath moans, “oh, my beautiful girl, my wonderful Alleria‒”
Alleria is embarrassingly close already, and her impending arrival is only quickened by Xal’atath’s honeyed words, the way she completely hilts herself with each stroke, delving deep into Alleria, so fucking deep , deeper than anyone’s gotten before, that’s for fucking certain, Xal’atath is far and away the best fuck of Alleria’s life, she’s the best thing to ever happen to her, without question. “So good,” Alleria whimpers, “so good ‒ faster, please‒”
“Yeah? You want that, baby? You want me to fuck you?” Xal’atath draws back, excruciatingly slowly, until she’s almost out, and then thrusts, bottoming out in one harsh stroke, Alleria is alight with pleasure, reduced to sobs and frantic nods. Xal’atath chuckles, lays an almost loving kiss on Alleria’s lips, and then well and truly begins to fuck her.
If Alleria thought she was happy before, if she thought she felt good before, well. Inferno, roaring and vibrant, overtaking, engulfing; every thrust is fast and rough and perfect, Alleria moans and whines and whimpers as the crest of her first orgasm (first, because like hell is she going to be satisfied after just one) rapidly arrives. “Xal,” she pants, “Xal‒”
“You close, baby?” Xal’atath doesn’t let up, doesn’t falter, she keeps her brutal, perfect pace, the pleasure builds and builds, Xal’s knot, swollen and perfect, grinds against Alleria’s sopping folds, Alleria needs its, needs it, she’s begging out loud, she thinks, Xal’atath pushes and thrusts and pushes and, finally, her knot snaps inside‒
Pure, white hot, all-encompassing, the tide crashes over Alleria, perfect and wonderful, but it still isn’t enough, and still Xal’atath doesn’t stop, fucking her through the orgasm, drawing the waves out, accentuating the aftershocks; her knot drags against Alleria with each thrust, shallow, now, but just as rapid and frantic as ever, “please,” Alleria finds herself begging, “Xal, breed me, fuck me, bite me‒”
“Alleria,” Xal’atath growls, “fuck, so perfect, don’t know how long‒”
“Cum,” Alleria begs, “I want it, I want it so bad, please, fill me up, bite me, claim me‒”
Xal’atath bites down into Alleria’s shoulder, it’s not a mating bite, but it’s still a bite , and it’ll still leave a mark, and at the same time she thrusts one final time and, finally, gloriously, spills, hot cum flooding Alleria’s cunt, Alleria throws back her head and sobs as a second orgasm rips through her. Ecstasy, simply, and Xal’atath is still inside of her, still filling her up, still wrapped around her, still leaving soothing kisses and licks across her body, holding her through the aftershocks, holding her as feeling slowly begins to return to her legs. “You did so well,” she murmurs, “did so well for me, baby, I’m so fucking proud of you, Alleria, darling. How do you feel?”
“I…” Alleria’s eyelids, wet with tears, flutter closed; she fights to keep them open. “Mm. I feel… good. Really… ha … r-really good, Xal.”
“You sleepy, baby?” Xal’atath laughs softly, brushing Alleria’s sandy blonde hair away from her forehead, leaving an affectionate kiss in its place. “You wanna take a nap?”
“No,” Alleria protests, because what if Xal is gone when she wakes up? “No, I can go again, just give me a… a moment…”
“Shh, baby.” Xal’atath kisses her, soft, sweet, full of emotion that Alleria is too terrified to recognize. “I’m here, I’ve got you. You did so well for me, you deserve to take a small nap.”
“Mm, yay,” Alleria murmurs, and then, “please, stay,” and then she’s asleep.
<<<>>>
Alleria dreams hazily; fuzzy images of Xal’atath: of her cock, of her tits, yes, but also of her , of her laughing at one of Alleria’s jokes, of her glancing at Alleria in the conference room, one eyebrow raised, lips quirked, daring Alleria to snort at whatever asinine thing the client has just said, of the soft look on her eyes, the look she tries to hide, whenever someone truly tugs at her heartstrings. She dreams of other things, too, not just memories, she dreams of Xal’atath in red dresses and silk gowns, she dreams of Xal’atath cuddled up to her on her couch, she dreams of Xal’atath and her holding hands while they walk down a boardwalk, sipping milkshakes, she dreams of birthdays and anniversaries and everything that’s so easy to pretend she’ll get when she’s not burdened by the waking world.
She wakes three times: the first, neither of them have moved; Xal’atath is still buried in her cunt, gently snoring on top of her. The second, Xal’atath has pulled out, and they’ve somehow rotated onto their sides, Alleria tucked into Xal’atath’s chest as Xal’atath holds her tight. The third, she’s alone, and panic overtakes her.
Xal’atath is gone. Xal’atath is gone . Cold fear clutches at Alleria’s heart, her Alpha is gone, her Alpha doesn’t care about her, her Alpha was never truly hers to begin with ‒ and then she realizes what’s woken her up: quiet voices in the main room. She sniffs the air and relaxes: Xal’atath’s scent, lavender and cinnamon, is still strong; she bundles herself in a blanket and pads out of her nest.
“Thank you so much,” Xal’atath is whispering; she’s at the door, talking to… someone , Alleria can’t really tell. She’s put on clothes, at least barely; her pants are on, but there’s no belt, and she’s wearing a rumpled, button-up shirt; the shirt that was supposed to stay in Alleria’s nest, an error that Alleria will be quick to rectify. “I know it’s late‒”
“Don’t worry about it,” a female voice responds; Alleria’s hackles raise, spitting and furious, and she stalks over, fully intent on clawing out the eyes of whoever it is that’s come to tear her Alpha away from her‒
“Alleria!” Xal’atath lights up upon spotting her, glancing at her and beaming. Her hair is messy, her lipstick mussed, her lips swollen; it’s the most disarrayed Alleria has ever seen her. She’s also holding her wallet, fingers paused in the middle of pulling out cash. “How’d you sleep, baby?”
“Good,” Alleria croaks. She stares daggers at the woman in the doorway: short, blonde hair, green eyes, holding… oh. Holding plastic takeout bags. Alleria blushes and looks away. “Sorry. I’ll get dressed.”
“No need,” Xal’atath says cheerily. She counts out a stack of bills before handing them to the delivery woman, along with another thank you. “You can go back to bed, baby. I’ll be there in a second.”
“Lucky woman,” the woman in the doorway comments, quickly scanning through the cash before sliding it into her pocket. She glances at Alleria and raises her eyebrows. “You two having a, uh, late night?”
“Yes,” Alleria snaps, brushing past Xal’atath to close the door. “Thank you for delivering. Good night. Bye.”
“My, my,” Xal’atath chuckles, peering down at Alleria. “Is someone jealous, perhaps?”
“No. Shut up.” Alleria snatches the plastic bags from Xal’atath, wrestling with the stupid knots (why the fuck do they tie them so tight?). “What did you get?”
“Panderen,” Xal’atath tells her; she takes the food (ignoring Alleria’s hiss) and sets it down on the floor before wrapping her arms around Alleria’s shoulders, pressing her against the door, and kissing her deeply. Alleria sighs, melting into the kiss, it’s so soft , so warm, she never wants it to end. But, sadly, they do have to breathe, and plus that food smells pretty damn good. “You’re beautiful,” Xal says softly, once they’ve broken apart. “I don’t tell you nearly enough.”
“You tell me every day,” Alleria mumbles, blushing; she pauses, suddenly realizing that Xal’atath’s probably meant it all this time. Alleria has been assuming that she’s just been teasing, making fun, rubbing it in Alleria’s face that, try as she might, want as she might, she’ll never truly have Xal’atath. It’s embarrassing and exciting in equal measure to realize that, maybe, just maybe, that hasn’t been Xal’atath’s intention.
“And that’s nowhere near enough.” Xal’atath kisses her again, kisses the corners of her mouth, the tip of her nose, her cheeks, her eyelids, her forehead, until Alleria is giggling and pushing her away. “God,” Xal says, laughing, “you’re so amazing, Alleria.”
“I bet you say that to all the pretty Omegas,” Alleria grumbles.
Xal’atath smiles softly, cupping Alleria’s cheek in her palm. “No. Just you.”
Alleria’s breath catches; she stares into Xal’atath’s eyes for a few moments before abruptly looking away, kneeling down to pick up the food and carrying it into the couch, still struggling to untie it as she settles into her favorite spot, cuddled against the arm, before pausing when she sees the logo on the takeout boxes, difficult to read through the opaque plastic but still legible. “Stormstout’s,” she reads off. “That’s my favorite restaurant. I love their‒”
“Fried vegetable dumplings,” Xal’atath finishes. She sits down next to Alleria, pressing into her side, Alleria feels a purr ratchet up in her chest at the contact. Her comfort spikes into lust as Xal’atath brings the bag up to her mouth and rips it open with her fucking teeth , nonchalantly handing Alleria an aluminum tray full of dumplings. “How are you feeling, darling? Fever’s okay?”
Alleria, who has already stuffed an entire dumpling into her mouth, chews and swallows, blushing all the while, before she answers. “I’m alright. Vaguely horny. Really fucking hungry, by the way, thank you so much for ordering. I can pay you for‒”
“Don’t even think about it,” Xal’atath interrupts. She flips open a carton of lo mein, plucking a stray noodle that flew onto the couch and depositing it in her mouth. (Alleria does not stare at her teeth and imagine them buried deep in her neck.) “It’s my treat, Alleria. No, don’t give me that look, you look like a hungover kitten. Eat your dumplings and conserve your strength: I plan on railing you against most every surface in this apartment over the coming days.”
Alleria blushes furiously and chokes on her dumpling. It’s good to know Xal’atath is planning on coming back, but still. Warn a girl. “I usually, um, I don’t really like to fuck outside of my nest during my heat,” Alleria says, and then she remembers that this whole thing started with Xal’atath eating her out in her cramped closet office, and adds, “When it’s an option, at least.”
“Really?” Xal’atath looks at her, a sly grin on her face, and Alleria can’t help but shiver. “So if I wanted to bend you over the arm of this couch and fuck you until you can’t stand, that wouldn’t fly with you?”
Alleria whimpers; usually she’s not this easy, not even during her heats, but something about Xal’atath just makes her want to submit, want to melt into a horny little Omega puddle. It’s not the only thing Xal’atath makes her want to do, but it’s the only thing she thinks Xal’atath would want her to do. “We can bring the couch into the nest,” she says, eventually. “If you scent it first, maybe.”
Xal’atath hums, chewing on a bite of noodles. “You like my scent?” She asks it genuinely, not to tease, like she’s honestly flattered by the concept.
“It’s…” Alleria bites her lip, blushing. “Yeah. Yeah, I really do. It’s like you, it’s safe, it’s… it’s put-together, it’s… it’s elegant . It’s really, really elegant, and it makes me feel like everything will be okay, and it really turns me on, and…” Alleria trails off as she realizes Xal’atath is staring at her with an odd expression, almost… no, no , Alleria, don’t trick yourself into getting your hopes up. “I mean,” she finishes lamely, “I’m sure you like my scent, too. Um. You do, right?”
“It’s my favorite thing in the world,” Xal’atath says easily. “Besides you, of course. You’re like… you’re like a s’more. I see you and I just want to grab you and cover you in kisses and keep you locked up in a cage and treat you like the beautiful princess that you don’t seem to realize you are.”
Alleria licks soy sauce off of her fingers and tries not to let how much she wants all of that show. “I don’t think you know how s’mores work.”
Xal’atath puts her lo mein down, cups Alleria’s cheek in her palm, and kisses her softly. It’s not lustful, or at least it’s the least lustful that a kiss from the most attractive woman Alleria has ever seen could possibly be, in fact, it feels almost domestic, almost… almost romantic. Except Alleria knows it’s not, she knows that Xal’atath is only doing this because she’s an Alpha, and Alleria is a relatively attractive Omega in heat, and that Alleria is just reading far too much into it, but it’s all quickly becoming far too difficult to keep herself from wanting things she has no business wanting, yearning for things she has no business yearning for. “God, you’re pretty,” Xal’atath murmurs, gazing affectionately down at the shorter woman. “You know that was the very first thing I thought when I met you? I saw you and I said to myself, that is the prettiest woman I have ever met. And then you cursed me out, dumped coffee all over me, and broke the elevator, and I thought, God, I need to get to know this woman.”
“I didn’t mean to,” Alleria blushes, which is a lie, and Xal’atath clearly knows it, because she raises an eyebrow. “Okay, fine,” Alleria concedes, “but it was just because ‒ I was so sure I’d blown the interview, and then I saw you, so put together, so beautiful, and there I was, with my perpetual fucking bed head and my wrinkled suit, and I thought, well, she’s so perfect, she probably got the job, she probably got picked over me, and I’d just moved out to Dalaran and I was so worried about making ends meet and the coffee was really shitty, too, it was cold and grainy and there wasn’t anywhere near enough sugar or cream, so I thought… well, I thought it would be the last time I ever saw you.”
“So you bumped into me,” Xal’atath says slowly, “in a moving elevator, and then got coffee all over not only me but yourself and the console, too, and then got us stuck in between floors for thirty minutes, all the while blaming me for it, with excessive profanity, because I was really hot and you were a total gay disaster?”
“That’s a mischaracterization!” Alleria yells. Xal’atath smirks, like a fucking cunt , and opens her mouth, and, well, Alleria knows a foolproof way to stop Xal from making another swarmy comment; she tosses her now empty (she’s hungry, sue her) dumpling container to the side and pounces, dragging Xal’atath into a searing, lust-fueled kiss, sinking her teeth into Xal’s lips until she draws blood. She leaves Xal’atath a blinking, blushing, stunned mess, and then, just for good measure, she snatches her lo mein and takes an indulgent bite. “Who’s a gay disaster now, bitch?”
“Why,” Xal’atath says, after a moment, her gaze sliding onto Alleria not unlike a predator; a lion, or a tiger, some sort of big cat, except her prey, in this case, was very much willing to be devoured, “you’re positively devious tonight, Alleria. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re angling to be punished.”
“Um.” Alleria’s mouth is suddenly dry. “Maybe I am.”
Xal’atath laughs, planting a kiss on Alleria’s cheek. “Eat first, baby. You need to get all your strength back for when I rail you into the mattress for hours upon hours.”
Alleria makes a sound that’s caught in between a bark, a whimper, and a choked sort of whine. “Not fair,” she moans. “How am I supposed to focus on eating when you’re saying things like that ? And, besides, it’s…” Alleria trails off. “Shit, where the fuck is my phone? God, please tell me I didn’t leave it at the office‒”
“It’s plugged in somewhere…” Xal’atath vaguely gestures at the clump of wires and adapters that sit in the corner of Alleria’s living room, by her Wi-Fi router. “There.”
Alleria looks at the mess of tangled knots that would make even a pair of earphones that’ve been left in a pocket for more than three minutes shudder, and sighs. “I’m not doing that right now. Do you know what time it is?”
“It is…” Xal’atath pulls her own phone out of her pocket, which absentmindedly reminds Alleria that Xal is still wearing clothes, a situation she plans on rectifying post-haste. “Two thirty-seven.”
“Oh, Jesus Christ,” Alleria says. “I have to get up for work in three and a half hours ‒ shit, fuck, I smell like sex, don’t I? I’ll have to take such a long shower‒”
“Alleria, no,” Xal’atath says, placing a calming hand on Alleria’s wrist. “I already emailed Ve’nari and told her you’re taking heat leave. You’ll be fine.”
“Heat ‒ what? We have heat leave?” Alleria wrinkles her nose. “I didn’t know that. I always just work through it. I always keep a few sick days handy, just in case, I guess, but I try not to use them ‒ wait, even if I’m excused, don’t you have to get to work? I can pay for a taxi, you got the food-”
Xal’atath holds up two fingers. “One,” she says, setting down her lo mein, “it is absolutely absurd that you have just been powering through when one of the reasons I applied for this job were the wonderful benefits, including the great heat and rut policies. Two, I already cashed in my vacation days for the rest of the week, and I have more in the chamber for next week, if it lasts that long. I’m not just here for tonight, darling, I’m here for your whole heat. Or, at least, as long as you want me.”
The whole heat. Alleria swallows. Multiple days, at the very least, over a week, at the most, of spending every hour of every day with Xal’atath, of copious sex, of snuggling in her nest to take naps, of ordering takeout and joking together. “If you’re sure,” she says, “then, yeah. I think I’d like that.”
“Am I sure ?” Xal’atath laughs. “Darling, need I repeat my observations that you are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes upon? That you have the prettiest laugh I’ve ever heard? That your scent is quite literally the most adorable thing of all time? Do you need me to tell you again that your tits are wondrous , your cunt the wettest and tightest I’ve ever felt, your thighs soft and luscious‒”
“Xal’atath,” Alleria interrupts, “if I’m not riding your cock in the next five seconds I’m not liable for my actions.”
Xal’atath raises an eyebrow. “Oh?”
“Nest,” Alleria growls. “Now.”