Chapter Text
Loid Forger was markedly different from the many other alphas that Yor had ever met. While most alphas reveled in the power that society granted them, broadcasting their scent wherever they went, making sure that everyone understood that they were an alpha, Loid’s scent remained remarkably absent.
She had assumed him to be a beta when they initially met in the tailor shop. A safe option to ask to pretend to be her boyfriend for Camilla’s party. Even afterwards, when his patients went rogue and attacked them, there hadn’t been that characteristic spike in pheromones that alphas released as a defense mechanism to warn threatening parties to back off.
Proposing a marriage of convenience after that seemed to be the perfect idea at the time. She could stay off the radar of the State Security Service and ease her brother’s piece of mind. And because Loid was a beta, she wouldn’t have to worry about her biannual heats interfering with their relationship. They would be co-parenting his daughter, and hopefully, be friends.
Everything had gone exactly as she expected it to be. For the first few months.
Then came time for her heat.
Yor had prepped for a week or so beforehand. The entire apartment had been given a thorough cleaning. The freezer was stacked with frozen dinners for the nights where Yor wouldn’t have the energy to even attempt to make food. Both her jobs were given notice of her leave of absence for the duration, and the night before her heat was supposed to start, Yor settled into her bedroom with a hot water bottle and plenty of snacks to sustain her.
She had done everything she needed to.
Except inform her husband.
It was a step that slipped Yor’s mind in the weeks approaching her heat. Or perhaps she had simply neglected to tell him. Loid had warned her that there would be a two-week long conference in Nortica, and when the dates of his conference covered the days when Yor was expecting her heat, she simply didn’t say anything about it to him.
It would have been fine. With Loid out of the house for her heat, they would be able to avoid the awkwardness of sharing a dwelling with an unbonded omega. Yor could be able to manage her heat and taking care of Anya on her own. She’d done so with Yuri before.
Yor had been prepared for everything.
Except the sound of Loid’s key in the lock nearly a week early.
The temptation to stay in her bed was strong. Already she could feel the start of her customary fever but, the long-established habit of going to the door and greeting her husband when he came home was too deeply ingrained.
Some whisper in her mind rejoiced that her husband was home for her heat.
“Welcome home, Loid,” she said, stepping close to him. Too close probably. “You’re home early. How was the conference? Is everything alright?”
Loid set his hat on the coat stand and began to unbutton his coat with one hand. Yor’s eyes fixated on that hand as he did so. His long fingers and the movement of the tendons in his hand had Yor wanting to lick her lips. Heat bubbled in her belly, and it was only when his hand stilled did she realize that Loid was talking to her.
“I’m sorry; I spaced out a little there,” she apologized, tearing her gaze away from his hand to meet his. “Please say that again.”
His eyes were the most beautiful shade of blue. Yor thought of how she could drown in them.
“I was just saying that the conference concluded early. The King’s daughter gave birth to his first grandchild, so the whole country essentially shut down to celebrate. I apologize I didn’t call ahead,” Loid repeated. He abandoned the last button still holding his coat together to turn to face Yor directly. “But what about you?”
“Hmm?” Yor hummed. She imagined reaching out and undoing that last button for him. Then sliding her hands underneath his coat and along his chest, feeling the muscle that teased her when he came out of his room in only a t-shirt and sweatpants.
“Are you feeling all right?” He asked. He took half step closer to Yor and lifted a hand, as if he was about to reach out and touch her. “You look a little flushed.”
Yor’s hand jumped up to press against her cheek. She didn’t even need to touch her skin to feel the heat emanating from it. Her heart jumped in her chest as she realized what that meant.
She forced herself to swallow and offered an attempt at a reassuring smile.
“I’m fine,” she said. Yor pulled her hand away from her face and waved it in front of her to dismiss his concern. “Just feeling a little tired, is all. Today was an especially long one.”
Loid nodded along as she spoke. Of course, he understood what it meant to work long days. How many times had the hospital called him in to handle some sort of emergency when it was supposed to be his day off? Yor felt somewhat proud of her excuse being one that would be easy to accept and stepped back to return to her room.
Only for Loid to reach out and suddenly take hold of her wrist. His thumb pressed into her palm, and Yor froze. The training she’d learned to become the Thorn Princess barely had the time to kick in before the soothing pheromones of an alpha calmed those instincts.
It felt like everything was happening all at once. The scent of the alpha swam through her senses, influencing her to relax under their care, yet the mere fact that she had, that she was, had her adrenaline spiking in preparation to flee. She had never reacted to an alpha in such a way before, which made it worse, because there was no alpha here. Loid was a beta.
He had to be.
Yet, when she lifted her eyes to look at him, the man looking back at her wasn’t of her beta husband she had lived with for the past half a year. The man looking at her did not have the composed, serious expression she’d come to expect of him when presented with something unexpected. Instead, there was an edge to his gaze that would have frightened her if it were on any other man’s face.
His jaw was clenched tightly. His pupils had dilated, and his gaze fixated firmly on where he was holding her wrist in his hand. A hint of color appeared on his cheeks, and small beads of sweat that hadn’t been there when he walked through the door appeared on his brow. A low sound emanated from his throat that would be considered a growl if he were an alpha.
Which Loid wasn’t.
Still, Yor did not pull away from his touch.
She wet her lips and opened her mouth to speak. There were so many questions running through her head, yet none of them were what escaped.
“You’re not actually a beta, are you?” She asked.
The man who held her in place did not answer her question. Instead, he stated, “you’re in heat.”
Yor did not respond. She stepped closer to him, rotating her wrist so that the scent gland on the inside was open to him. It was easy to know when the fresh scent of her heat hit him, because he took a sharp breath and closed his eyes.
When he opened them again, Yor could see two people warring for control. The Loid she knew had reappeared, in the lines around his eyes and soft smile. Yet his eyes were still that of an alpha. Of an alpha reacting to an omega’s heat. His focus wavered as he fought against that instinct, and Yor stepped even closer.
Most other alphas would have already thrown themselves at her.
Loid’s grip on her wrist loosened before it tightened again. Something in Yor preened at how he was clearly being affected by her. A part of her wondered how far she could push him before his control snapped and he finally gave in to his instincts and either followed her or carried her to one of their bedrooms.
Images flashed through Yor’s mind of the pair of them together in her room, languidly touching each other as they made love in the midst the pile of blankets she’d gathered to craft herself a nest earlier that day. Then the images of them together in his bedroom, with her being bent over the bed, or being pressed against the wall, as they fucked. Both sets of images appealed to her, leaving her wanting in the worst way.
Heat rushed through her, and she could smell her own arousal as liquid pooled in her underwear. And if she could smell it, there was no way Loid missed it.
Loid stepped closer. He was so close now that it was difficult to tell if the heat around them was coming from her body or his. With careful, measured movements, he lifted his hand, bringing her wrist level with his face. He breathed in the pheromones from her scent gland but never took his eyes off of Yor’s face.
“Would you like me to help you?” He asked. Loid’s voice was rough and husky, and it did nothing to assuage the wet arousal she felt.
His control over his instincts when presented with an omega in heat was something Yor had never seen before. It sparked some sort of spirit of competition within her, and she needed to see him lose that control.
Preferably soon.
“Yes, please,” she whimpered.
It didn’t matter how he helped her, just as long as he did.
Loid leaned in and pressed his mouth against the scent gland in her wrist.
It wasn’t a kiss, but it had Yor’s knees wavering all the same. She didn’t collapse, although there was a part of her that would have liked too. It would have been a perfect opportunity for Loid to hold her in his arms, and for her to be able conscious enough to actually enjoy it.
Loid pulled his mouth away from her wrist and rested it against his cheek. It was hard to tell just who’s skin was hotter by then. Yor pressed her hand to her chest in an attempt to steady her racing heart.
“I have two more questions,” Loid said. His breath ghosted over her skin, sending goosebumps erupting along the path. “One: is Anya asleep already?”
Yor nodded. Anya had been asleep before her head hit the pillow when Yor tucked her in an hour ago. She wanted to add that Bond had slipped in the little girl’s bedroom before Yor had had the opportunity to close the door for the night, but the words never materialized on her tongue. She was too busy watching Loid’s mind calculate rational thought during the beginning stages of a rut.
A feat she’d heard was very difficult.
“Good,” Loid said, mostly to himself. “Now onto my second question: who’s room would you be more comfortable in, yours, or mine?”
A whimper escaped her throat without warning when he offered his room. A dangerous grin spread across Loid’s face. It looked right at home, but also foreign. Yor bit her lower lip. She stepped closer to him until her breasts were barely touching his chest.
She wasn’t doing much more than teasing herself, but Loid’s eyes darted down to get a peek of her cleavage, and she licked her lip in anticipation.
“Can we go to your room, Loid?” she asked.
Loid’s blue eyes became stormy and there it was. The scent of an alpha that gave in to the pull of an omega’s heat and fell into rut. Yor closed her eyes as she took a deep breath. He smelled like he always did, of ink and wool, but there was something underneath now. Something sharp.
It called her, and she wanted to sink her teeth around it.
“Of course. I wouldn’t have offered otherwise. Can you make it there, or shall I carry you?”
The temptation reared its head again. To be carried in his arms. She might be able to touch his pecs like she’d been imagining for months. Or perhaps she would be able to reach around him and drag her nails down his back.
Of course, both of those options would work better when he was out of his clothes.
Which needed to happen post-haste.
She slipped her wrist from his grasp with ease and wrapped her hand around his, before she began to pull him down the hall toward his room. She couldn’t wait anymore. She didn’t want to wait any longer.
Laughter bubbled up from deep in Loid’s throat at the eagerness Yor was exhibiting, but she couldn’t afford to be embarrassed about it. Not when she was so close to living out one of her fantasies. She threw open the door to Loid’s bedroom and tugged him in after her.
Only to freeze once she got inside. His hand slipped from hers.
The part of her brain that wasn’t consumed with her heat, the part that shared a voice with the part of her that whispered to her at her lowest moments, said that she shouldn’t have barged in as if she owned the place. That if Loid truly was an alpha, then she’d just done the worst thing she could have done and entered without permission.
Loid’s chuckle continued behind Yor as he closed the door. Yor didn’t react to the quiet click of the lock but slowly turned around to face him.
He had removed the last button from its buttonhole and was sliding the jacket from his shoulders by the time Yor turned to face him. His smile was indulgent, even though he wasn’t looking at her.
“Make yourself at home Yor,” he said, draping his coat over the back of a chair. “Do whatever you need to be comfortable. You’re the one in control here.”
Yor looked around the room. Compared to hers, the space was quite sparse. There were a few touches here and there that revealed that this was Loid’s space, like the psychology textbooks, the files from the hospital spread across his desk, and the small, framed photo of the whole family together on his bedside table, but the rest of the room was largely utilitarian.
She thought back to her fantasies earlier. They each still held appeal to her, but neither option gave her what she really wanted.
Wetting her lips, Yor turned back to Loid. He had already removed his suit coat and laid it on top of his duster and was preparing to unbutton his vest when Yor called out.
“Wait!”
Loid’s hands stilled immediately, and he redirected his attention to Yor.
“May I, um, unbutton your suit? Please?”
For a moment, Loid just blinked at the request. Then he slowly nodded and dropped his hands back down to his sides. He watched Yor with unreadable eyes as she closed the distance between them.
Her hands shook a little when she lifted them to free her husband from the confines of his suit vest, but her movements were sure as she slipped one button after the other free. She slipped her hands underneath the vest and freed him from its grasp. The vest dropped to the ground behind him, but neither one of them paid any attention.
Not when her hands were resting against his chest and she could feel the muscle underneath.
It was just as she imagined it.
Yor lifted her head. Loid’s eyes reflected the burning she was certain was in hers. How had she ever thought that he was a beta?
His hands rested on her hips, the tips of his fingers barely brushing the exposed skin of her back.
She wasn’t sure who made the initial move, but suddenly they were kissing and Yor’s fingers were wrapped tightly around Loid’s shirt. His hands moved from her hips to her back underneath her sweater, and he pulled her tightly against him. Yor went willingly, pressing herself against him in a way that would have embarrassed her if she weren’t in heat.
He tasted of coffee and mint. His tongue slipped into her mouth and Yor gently closed her teeth around it. Loid rumbled deep in his chest, and Yor answered with one of her own.
Slowly, Loid began to walk, directing Yor backwards to places unknown. She allowed herself to be led with ease. She was too intoxicated with Loid’s scent. When her heat was over and she was completely lucid again, she would have time to think over the ramifications of her husband being an alpha, of why he would hide his scent from her, but for now, she couldn’t get enough of it. Without thinking, Yor ripped his shirt open, sending buttons scattering around the room.
Neither one of them cared.
Yor broke free of their kiss as the back of her knees contacted the mattress of Loid’s bed. She panted against his cheek as he began to trail kisses across her jaw and down her neck. One of his hands lifted the hem of her sweater and slowly made its way up her thigh.
“L-Loid?”
Loid hummed against the skin of Yor’s throat. The feeling had shivers rushing down her spine to settle between her legs.
“Can I be—Can I be on top?”
Loid stopped giving her the feather light kisses against her pulse point. He held himself still for a moment or two before he slowly pulled away. When his stormy eyes met hers, she couldn’t decipher what was going on inside his head.
“Is that what you would like, Yor? To get on top and ride me?” The corner of his mouth twitched and he leaned in to kiss the corner of her mouth. “To use me and my cock until you come?”
Yor’s heart thumped loudly in her chest. She fingered the hem of his t-shirt, building the confidence to say, yes, that was exactly what she wanted. She took a deep breath. Then another.
“Please,” she whispered.
Loid kissed her again. It was too brief for Yor’s liking, but she didn’t have the opportunity to really complain about it. Loid tightened his grip on her hips and spun them around so he was sitting on the edge of the mattress and Yor was straddling his thighs.
He pulled her hips close and rolled his growing erection against her. Yor whimpered at the feeling. Even though their clothes she could feel the heat coming off him. If she had to wait much longer, she thought she might go insane.
“Like this?” Loid asked, rolling his hips against hers again. She whimpered but said nothing. “Yor?”
Yor knew she needed to answer him. But her tongue seemed so heavy in her mouth and her thoughts seemed to have been reduced to, Loid, and, need.
She needed him to grind against her. She needed him to thrust his cock into her again and again and again until they were spent messes. She needed him to hold her. She needed to press her ear against his chest to hear each beat of his heart. She needed him to smile at her when she attempted, and ultimately failed, to make dinner outside of the limited recipes she had learned.
She needed him. And for more than for a good fuck during her heat.
Yor fought the natural stilling that her body wanted to do after she’d come to that realization. Because she knew her husband. She knew that he would take her sudden stillness as her changing her mind about this. And she didn’t dare risk anything that would imperil their coupling.
Still, there was a moment where the consistent grind of her hips against him stuttered.
Loid noticed. Because he’d always been attuned to her feelings and thoughts, even when their hormones weren’t on overdrive. He grabbed Yor’s hips and lifted her with ease.
Yor whimpered at the loss of contact between them. Her fingers clenched tightly around his undershirt at his shoulders. It would be simple to break his grip and resume grinding against his erection. But she resisted.
She opened her eyes and looked down at her husband below her. He was breathing heavily, and she could see the tension in his forearms to hold her up, though his touch was gentle around her hips.
“Yor? What’s wrong?”
Yor took a breath. She loosened her fingers around his shoulders and lifted a hand to touch his cheek. She could feel the rough stubble against her palm even if she couldn’t see it. Loid leaned into her touch. His eyes fluttered closed for a brief moment before he looked up at her through his dark lashes.
He looked beautiful.
The words she’d been fighting for weeks swelled in her throat.
It would be so easy to say. Her heat had always loosened her tongue regarding how she felt about things.
But she bit her tongue to keep the words inside.
It would be easy to say. Too easy. And it would be just as easy to dismiss in a couple days when her heat broke as just words in the moment.
And when she finally told Loid that she loved him, she wanted him to certain that she loved him, not just the fact that he was her companion during her heat.
“Yor?”
Yor leaned in and pressed her forehead against his.
“Thank you,” she said. “I—Thank you.”
Loid pulled away slightly. Only to return and press little kisses to her mouth and across her cheek.
When he spoke, his voice was barely above a whisper. His breath was warm against her skin.
“There’s no need to thank me, Yor,” he said. “As your husband, it is my pleasure to assist you.”
Yor bit her lip to keep her thoughts inside. She wanted him to want her the way she wanted him. Not just to assist because that’s what a husband should do.
Loid shifted underneath Yor. He continued to hold her steady by her hips, far away from making contact where she really needed it.
“Yor?” He asked again. “Yor, if something’s wrong, please, tell me. I want to help. I want to fix it.”
Yor closed her eyes and turned her face toward the ceiling. Her kind, too-good-for-her, husband had no idea what was wrong with her. And she was certain that there was nothing that he would or could be able to do help her. The ache in her chest rivaled the ache between her legs, and only one of those could be remedied.
So, she did just that.
Yor took a deep breath, gripped Loid’s hands where they were holding her at her waist and pulled. In one smooth motion, his hands were off her waist and pinned to his bed above his head. His eyes, pupils blown with arousal, grew wide at the sudden reversal of control.
Loid attempted a little struggle to free his hands, but Yor’s grip was too strong. Nor did Yor pay attention. She had already moved to continue pinning his hands with one of hers and was using her now free hand to strip as many clothes as she could from between them.
Loid’s undershirt was Yor’s first victim. It tore easily under her grip and fell open, revealing the sculpted chest and abdomen of her husband. Were she undressing him in any other circumstance, Yor might have stopped to admire her husband’s physique, but for now, she was only concerned about getting him out of those clothes.
His belt would be simple to snap under her grip, and the temptation was strong, but Yor managed to hold firm to her control and unbuckled the belt instead. The button underneath the belt didn’t fare as well, and it was sent flying across the room as Yor ripped open his fly.
“Yor!”
Yor wasn’t sure if Loid was protesting the destruction of his clothing, or he found the action arousing. If Yor had been paying attention, she might have seen the way his eyes closed and the way his head fell back against the mattress afterwards. But she didn’t. She was entirely focused on slipping her fingers between Loid’s black briefs to pull everything off.
His skin was hot to the touch.
“Yor, please.”
There would be no mistaking the plea in Loid’s voice that time for anything other than arousal.
Having never spent a heat with a partner, let alone an alpha, before, Yor wasn’t sure if this was normal. Most of what she’d read and watched on the television made it seem like it was the alpha that should be in control. That she, as the omega, should be a writhing mess ready and willing to accept anything the alpha decided.
Yet here she was, pinning down her alpha.
Not that Loid was her alpha. She really didn’t have a claim on him. They were only married to avoid suspicious eyes. It didn’t mean anything.
It didn’t.
Yor leaned down and kissed Loid’s throat. She let her lips linger against his skin, feeling his pulse. It beat fast and strong. His scent grew stronger and Yor wanted to rub herself in it.
“Yor, please,” Loid repeated.
“Please, what?” Yor purred. She trailed her nose up the cords of his neck before she lifted away from his face and gazed down into his eyes.
They were dark.
A low growl came from deep in Loid’s chest. Yor felt it as well as heard it, and something deep within her clenched.
“Stop teasing,” Loid growled.
Yor blinked when she felt Loid’s cock twitch underneath her. Her flush grew deeper. She hadn’t intended on teasing him, but she couldn’t deny that she enjoyed the result below her.
She didn’t think she had ever seen Loid so out of control before. And by her hand, no less.
Yor leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss to his mouth. “Of course, Darling.”
With a swift motion, Yor pulled his pants and his briefs down. She only pulled down far enough to free the length of him before she stopped to observe what she revealed.
Loid’s penis was not the first one she’d seen. It was something of a work hazard with Garden. Sometimes her clients would be in flagrante when she arrived, and never had the sight given her pause before. She had a job to do and did it faithfully.
Hesitantly, Yor reached out and wrapped her hand around his length. She made sure her touch was light, it wouldn’t do for her to accidentally hurt him with her freakish strength.
Loid shuddered underneath her.
“Loid?” Yor froze.
Loid heaved a breath before he spoke. “Yor, I appreciate the consideration in regard to your strength, but don’t be afraid to be yourself. I know how strong you are. I can handle it.”
She doubted he could, but apparently that was what she needed to hear. Her grip around Loid’s cock tightened, just enough for a groan to leave Loid’s mouth and for him buck into her hand. Yor’s pussy clenched around nothing. The wetness between her legs grew.
That ever-present need that came around with her heat intensified. She needed her husband inside her, and she needed him now.
Yor pumped her fist a couple times around her husband’s cock, before pulling her hand away entirely. She regretted it, especially once she heard the whine Loid let out, but she needed that hand to remove the barrier that her tights provided.
Annoyingly, it required a little bit of shuffling over Loid to remove her tights and her underwear without losing her grip on Loid’s wrists, but every sound Loid made in his throat as she brushed his erection sank into her and filled her with anticipation. Once they were gone, it was easy enough to sidle over and sink down on him.
There was discomfort as her cunt stretched to accommodate the length and girth of her husband. But Yor found that it wasn’t painful; not like the village women had gossiped about when she was still a teenager. A part of her wondered if it had to do with her heat, or if it was just because it was Loid that was her partner.
Loid let out a sound that didn’t feel quite right to describe as a moan, and Yor turned her attention to him. He was unable to make eye contact with Yor, but his face and the tips of his ears were flushed.
It was adorable.
Yor leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss to his lips, before following that kiss with a few more leading down his throat. His position inside her changed as she did so, and Yor whimpered into his throat. He struggled against the grip she had on his wrists. Yor nipped gently at his throat in response.
“What do you want?” She murmured against Loid’s skin. She lifted her head away from his throat and gazed into his face.
Loid’s eyes were clouded when he opened them. They took a moment to focus on Yor’s face, despite their closeness, and his mouth lazily smiled up at her.
“Whatever you want, Yor. I’m here at your service.”
Yor lifted herself up, until only the head of his cock was still inside her before she slammed back down against his hips.
Loid cursed.
It was the first time Yor had heard him utter such a thing. And her smile grew wolfish as she realized just how close he was to breaking that iron control he always held. She repeated the action and was rewarded with Loid biting back another curse.
“And what if I wanted to see you lose that composure you hold so tightly too? What if I wanted to hear you crying out my name as I ride you as hard and as fast as I like?”
Yor wasn’t sure where the confidence to say the words was coming from. But she couldn’t deny that the effect that they were having on her husband, as well as herself, was a pleasurable one. Loid continued to struggle against her grip on his wrists, even as he made little sounds in the back of his throat that Yor was certain he wasn’t aware of. His hips thrust up into her with short, uneven movements that Yor was certain was unconscious on his part.
With her free hand, she traced a line down his chest, across the tense muscles of his abdomen, close to the place where they were joined, before her hand ran that line back up his chest and arm where she separated his wrists with ease. She slid her hands up and interlocked their fingers together. He held her hands as tightly as she held his.
“And what if I wanted your hands on me? Touching me everywhere, making me the one to cry out for you?”
Loid’s fingers twitched between hers.
Yor leaned down and kissed him. She was intending to linger. To add to the teasing.
But Loid wasn’t having it.
With his hands pinned effectively above his head, and his hips limited to small thrusts against her, Loid was left with limited options when it came to exerting his own power. But he was not afraid to monopolize upon it.
When Yor leaned in to kiss him, Loid met her kiss and deepened it. Normal Yor would have pulled away. Normal Yor would have ended up giving her husband a concussion that would have forced him to stay home on light activity for days.
Normal Yor wouldn’t have taken a deepening kiss as a challenge.
Evidently, being in heat brought out a confidence and competitive streak that Yor hadn’t even realized she had.
But all those thoughts and realizations lingered only in the back of Yor’s mind as she began to ride her husband in earnest and copied Loid’s technique for kissing.
They devoured each other’s mouths until they could no longer breathe. Yor regretfully pulled away and gasped against his mouth as she attempted to steady her heartbeat. Her hips slowed until she was only giving small thrusts against Loid.
“Yor,” Loid said. “Yor please.”
Yor shifted down and pressed a feather-light kiss to his throat. She felt him swallow.
“What do you want, Darling?” Yor whispered into his skin. The pet name tickled something inside her.
Or maybe it was Loid’s cock twitching she felt.
She peppered a few more kisses down his throat, before she followed the same track back up. Gently, she closed her teeth around his lower lip and pulled slightly. When she let go, a small grunt escaped her husband’s throat.
“Come on, Darling. Tell me. What does Alpha want from his Omega?”
Loid’s throat bobbed as he swallowed again. When he opened his eyes, it took a moment for them to focus completely on Yor’s face. His pupils were blown wide and his tongue darted out to wet his lower lip.
A low growl came from Loid’s chest. Upon hearing it, Yor’s answering purr came naturally, but she didn’t let go of her husband’s wrists.
“Yor.” Loid’s voice was rough. It reminded Yor of the early mornings before Loid had his coffee.
“Darling,” Yor answered. She dropped her head down to lick at the gland along his neck. It would only serve to tease him, she knew, but she needed him begging for her.
“Yor, you need to let me touch you,” Loid growled.
Yor smiled into his neck. She rolled her hips, grinning to herself when Loid faintly struggled under her grip to match her movements.
“But you are touching me, Darling. Can’t you feel it?”
Loid growled at her. But he made no move to attempt to throw her off and pin her underneath him.
Yor took that as a good thing. Most Alphas when in a heat-triggered rut experienced an increase in aggression and strength, and were almost exclusively used to take control. At least, that was what Yor understood was to happen. For Loid to be so relaxed under her control meant something.
She was too lost in her heat to figure out what that something meant however.
“Or did you mean like this?”
Gingerly, she lifted his wrists from where they were pinned down to the mattress and directed them until Loid’s palms were pressed against the exposed skin of her thighs. Reflexively, his grip tightened.
Loid let out a sound that was equal parts growl and purr.
“Or like this?”
Yor’s grip slid up to hold the back of Loid’s hands. Slowly, she directed his hands up her thighs, over her hips, and up her stomach under her sweater. Loid allowed her to direct him as she pleased, neither lingering nor moving faster than she wanted.
She was surprised at the calluses on his hands. She didn’t think that a psychiatrist would be required to be handling much more than paperwork. But thinking about why Loid had such calluses didn’t matter so much when the feel of the rough skin against hers sent shivers running down her spine.
“Or this?”
Yor lifted his hands from her stomach to her breasts. She hadn’t removed her bra, so she was denied the pleasure of feeling him against her flushed skin, something she vowed to fix soon.
“Yor.”
Yor tilted her head to take in the appearance of her husband underneath her. The flush had taken over his whole face and ears. His chest heaved with each breath he took. His eyes were riveted to her.
She wasn’t sure what the look in his eyes meant, but she knew it made her feel important. Powerful.
Slowly, he smiled up at her. It was the smile she had come to cherish, the one that only appeared when it was just the pair of them after a long day’s work and they could talk over a cup of tea. But unlike the smile she knew, there was an edge to this one. Something dangerous.
Yor wondered if he was going to finally break free from the control held himself back with. And what it would look like when he did.
People whispered about how dangerous an alpha could be when in the grip of a rut, but Yor felt no fear at the thought of Loid turning his strength against her. The prospect of a challenge sent a rush of heat through her. She grinned down at him.
“What is it, Darling?” She purred.
Loid wet his bottom lip with his tongue before he spoke.
“Do you realize what game you’re playing, Yor?” His voice rumbled deep in his chest and Yor could have swooned if she’d heard it in their day-to-day life.
Yor rolled her hips deliberately against his.
“What game am I playing?”
A low growl in the back of Loid’s throat was the only warning Yor had before he acted.
Faster than her heat-addled brain could process, Loid had pried his hands free from Yor’s grip. In the same motion, he sat up from the bed and ripped Yor’s sweater up over her head, throwing it on the floor behind her. His lips attached to hers, and Yor didn’t think she’d been kissed with such desperation before. One hand slipped behind her to tangle with her hair keeping her from pulling away from his mouth.
Not that she would have wanted to.
His other hand made quick work of the clasp of her bra, only to replace it with his own hand.
Yor broke the kiss with a gasp as Loid’s fingers pinched her nipple. She attempted to pull away from her husband, to properly see his face, but his grip on the back of her head prevented her from doing so.
She also didn’t try all that hard.
Instead, Yor pressed her forehead against Loid’s and attempted to get her gasping under control. The way his fingers never stopped moving, never stopped toying with her, however, didn’t make it easy.
“You know exactly what type of game you’re playing, Omega,” Loid growled.
Yor couldn’t stop the heat from running through her and the way her pussy clenched around him.
“I can see what you’re thinking,” Loid continued. The hand that had been holding the back of her head trailed lightly down her spine only to grip her hip hard, preventing her from moving. “You’ve been trying your best to get me to break. To lose control and fuck you the way an omega deserves to be fucked by their alpha.”
Yor whimpered at his words.
She wasn’t going to lie and say that there was a part of her that didn’t want that. A part of her did. The part of her that wanted to blend in and be the good little housewife that people expected of her.
But she wasn’t going to let that part win.
Because if being married to Loid had taught her anything, it was that she didn’t have to be the ideal housewife that those outside of their apartment expected to see. That Loid had only ever wanted her to be herself, with her unusual strength and her inability to cook anything but recipes from her childhood.
Taking a deep breath, Yor pulled her head away from Loid’s and grinned. Slowly, she lifted her hand to his face and gently ran her fingers over the skin of his cheek before she slid them through his blonde hair and gripped a handful of strands tightly. Loid let out a grunt as Yor pulled his head back to expose his neck to her.
Yor leaned in to deliver kitten kisses and licks along his pulse. Loid let out a small groan and his other hand dropped down so he held both sides of her hips tightly.
She gently rested her teeth against his pulse before she spoke. “I want you to break, yes, but I’ll be the one fucking you.”
And that was what she did.
She lifted her hips from his, slowly, savoring the small sounds that escaped from Loid’s throat at the torturous pace, before she dropped down again, engulfing his entire length at once. Loid gasped out her name, and his hands around her hips loosened for a fraction of a second before they tightened around her again, anchoring himself to her as she set a frantic pace.
She lifted her mouth away from his neck and dove for his mouth. He met her kiss with just as much teeth and tongue as she gave, biting her lower lip when she did, barely taking the time to breath between each kiss.
Her hand that wasn’t embedded in Loid’s hair slid down their bodies and began to make small circles around her clit. Her hips dropped down on Loid’s dick once more and began to grind and buck and roll against him.
She was getting close.
“Yor, Yor,” Loid panted, breaking his mouth from hers. “I’m not going to last much longer.”
She knew. She knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. She could feel his knot starting to form and lifted herself just a tiny amount so she could feel it slide into place. Yor groaned at the feeling.
Loid’s hands slipped from her hips to wrap around her back. He began to thrust into each roll of Yor’s hips, hitting the spot that had Yor seeing stars each time.
“Yor—Love, my knot. I’m—Fuck. Where—?”
Yor listened to her husband struggle to get the words out for her. Gently, she extracted her fingers from his hair and rested her palm against his cheek. Unconsciously he leaned into her touch, eyes closing.
“I need your knot inside me, Darling,” she said. “I need you to mark me as yours. Even if it’s just for a little while.”
Loid’s eyes flew open, and the brilliant blue of his eyes were filled with concern. She hadn’t meant for her words to come out with the melancholy it held. Yor attempted to divert his attention from her tone with a smile and another roll of her hips, but it was all for naught.
One of his hands lifted to mirror hers and rested on her cheek. With a steady hand, he rubbed his thumb along her skin. Loid leaned in and kissed her cheek, before dropping down to kiss her lips.
It tasted like salt.
“Whatever you want, Yor, I’ll give to you,” Loid murmured against her. “You’re my wife. I want to.”
He paused for a moment before adding, almost to quietly for her to hear, “I want you.”
Yor forcibly blinked a couple times, before she threw her arms around his shoulders and clung to him. Her breath shuddered for a few moments before she regained some semblance of control over it.
“Please,” she whispered into his ear. “Please make me yours.”
Loid didn’t say anything back to her, but it didn’t take very long for her to wind her up to the edge of orgasm again. He kissed along her neck and collarbone, one hand picking up where her fingers had left off, circling and pressing her clit. With the other hand he guided her hips in the rhythm that stroked that spot inside her.
His knot swelled and the added pressure was all she needed to tip her over the edge.
Her vision went white and she cried out Loid’s name, without thinking of the volume of her voice. Her grip around his shoulders tightened and she would need to apologize later for the way her nails dug into the flesh of his back. Faintly, she heard his voice answer her as he came, filling her, marking her as his.
Yor was panting, even as she came down from the high of her orgasm. She loosened her grip around Loid and slumped down to rest her head against his shoulder. Her eyes closed as she breathed in his scent.
Loid pressed a kiss to the crown of her head and adjusted her legs to wrap around his hips to prevent cramping while his knot kept them from separating. He murmured things into her hair that Yor couldn’t make sense of.
“—long as I’m here—”
“—my family—”
“—could love you—”
Yor lifted her head, intending to ask him what he was talking about, but found it difficult to keep her eyes open.
Loid sweetly brushed her hair away from her face and kissed her.
“Sleep Yor,” he told her. “It’ll be okay. We can talk when you wake up.”
Yor returned her head to the spot where she had rested it before, inching closer to his gland where his scent was the strongest. She took a few deep breaths, allowing the familiar comforting scent to flood through her, and fell asleep.