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Two months.
Two months of relative peace after that messy Thunderbolts op in Queens—two months of stolen kisses in the quinjet, lazy Sundays where Kate would bury her face between Yelena’s thighs for hours just because she could, two months of normalcy where the only thing that made Kate’s scent spike was the way Yelena laughed at her terrible jokes or the way she’d pin Kate down and ride her slow and filthy when the mood struck.
Then the rut slammed into Kate like a goddamn freight train.
It started subtle on the flight home from a recon job—irritability crawling under her skin, her tactical pants suddenly too tight around the crotch, her scent sharpening until the whole cabin smelled like pine needles soaked in pure alpha musk. She’d white-knuckled the armrests, jaw clenched, praying Yelena wouldn’t notice. By the time they landed and made it back to their apartment, the heat under her skin had turned into a full-blown inferno. Her cock was throbbing, half-hard and leaking steadily into her boxers, and every inhale of Yelena’s scent—gunpowder, vanilla, and that sharp omega sweetness—made her vision tunnel.
Don’t hurt her. Don’t you fucking dare.
Kate had barely kicked the door shut before she bolted for the bathroom, slamming it behind her and twisting the lock. She braced her hands on the sink, staring at her reflection: pupils blown wide, cheeks flushed dark, sweat already beading at her hairline. Her cock strained painfully against the fabric, the head flushed an angry purple and dripping pre-cum in thick beads that soaked through.
She could handle this alone. Suppressants. Toys. A cold shower that wouldn’t do shit. Anything to keep from turning into the kind of alpha that lost control and left bruises on the person she loved most.
Yelena smelled it the second she stepped inside the apartment. The thick, heady wave of alpha rut hit her like a physical force—pine, musk, something primal and desperate that made her own body clench instinctively. Slick immediately started to pool between her thighs, but she ignored it.
“Kate,” she called, voice calm but edged with amusement as she toed off her boots. “You really think that pathetic little lock is going to keep me out?”
From behind the door came a low, broken whine that turned into a growl. “Yel… please. Just—go make a nest or something. I’ve got suppressants in the cabinet. I’ll ride it out. I don’t want to hurt you. Ruts make me… I get mean. I can’t stop. I could bruise you, I could knot too hard, I could—”
Yelena didn’t bother with more words. She simply walked up, planted her boot against the doorframe, and kicked. The lock splintered with a sharp crack. The door swung open.
Kate stood there in nothing but her boxers, chest heaving, one hand pressed hard against the bulge in the fabric like she could will it down. Her scent was everywhere—thick, suffocating, wrapping around Yelena like a claim.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” Kate repeated, voice cracking halfway through. Her eyes were glassy with rut, but there was real fear in them. “You’re not some fragile omega, I know that, but still—I’m bigger like this. Stronger. What if I lose it and—”
Yelena stepped right into her space, cupped Kate’s burning face in both hands, and kissed her like she was trying to devour her. Teeth clacked, tongues slid hot and wet. When she pulled back, she bit Kate’s lower lip hard enough to draw a bead of blood.
“Shut up, Bishop,” she growled against Kate’s mouth, thumb stroking over the fresh bite. “I’m not asking for gentle. I want my alpha. I want you feral. Stupid with it. I want you to take exactly what you need and ruin me until I can’t walk straight. Stop pretending you’re going to break me. I can take it. I want it.”
Kate’s control shattered like glass.
A low, animal sound tore out of her throat. She spun Yelena around and shoved her toward the bedroom, hands already yanking at clothes. Yelena’s jacket hit the hallway floor. Her shirt was ripped open, buttons scattering. By the time they stumbled through the bedroom door, Yelena was down to her panties, slick already soaking through the fabric and dripping down her thighs. Kate kicked the door shut behind them with enough force to rattle the frame.
“Hands and knees,” Kate snarled, voice gone rough and dominant. But the second Yelena dropped onto the mattress on her stomach—ass up, face pressed into the pillow, back arched like an offering—Kate was on her like a starving wolf.
She shoved Yelena’s thighs wider apart, ripped the soaked panties down and off, and lined up. No teasing. No easing in. One brutal, wet thrust and she buried herself to the hilt in tight, dripping heat.
“Fuuuuck—” Kate’s head dropped between Yelena’s shoulder blades, hips already snapping forward in short, punishing strokes. The wet, obscene sound of her cock slamming into Yelena’s pussy filled the room—slick squelching loudly with every thrust, the headboard already banging against the wall. “So fucking tight—Jesus Christ, Yel, you’re dripping everywhere, soaking my cock like a good little slut—”
Yelena moaned loud and broken into the pillow, the first orgasm crashing into her almost immediately from the sheer force and stretch. Her walls clamped down hard, fluttering around Kate’s thick length as slick gushed out around the shaft, coating Kate’s balls and thighs.
Kate didn’t slow down. If anything she fucked harder, one hand fisted tight in Yelena’s blonde hair, yanking her head back just enough to hear every filthy sound, the other gripping Yelena’s hip so hard fingerprints were already blooming purple. “That’s it—come on my cock, baby. Fuck, you feel so good—milking me already and I’m not even knotted yet—”
Her voice cracked on the last word, turning into a high, whiny plea even as her hips kept pounding relentlessly. Dominant and desperate all at once.
Yelena came again two thrusts later—harder this time—legs shaking, toes curling, a fresh flood of slick squirting out around Kate’s cock and soaking the sheets. Her mind was already hazy. When is her knot gonna come? The thought looped desperately while Kate railed her into the mattress like she was trying to fuck the air out of Yelena’s lungs.
Kate shifted her weight, pressing her full body down until Yelena was completely pinned flat to the bed in a perfect prone bone. The new angle made Kate’s cock drag perfectly over Yelena’s g-spot with every brutal thrust, the fat head kissing her cervix on every inward slam. Yelena’s third orgasm hit like a freight train—her scream muffled into the pillow as she drooled openly now, a wet spot spreading under her cheek, eyes rolling back.
Still Kate kept going. Sweat dripped from her forehead onto Yelena’s back. Her hips stuttered but never stopped—deep, punishing rolls that made Yelena’s ass jiggle with every impact. “So good—so fucking good—your pussy’s sucking me in, Yel, I can feel you clenching—gonna fill you up so full you’ll be leaking me for days—fuck, please, let me keep going—”
Yelena’s fourth orgasm ripped through her without warning. She was drooling heavily now, mouth slack against the pillow, tears of overstimulation pricking at the corners of her eyes. Her thoughts were a mess: More—harder—when is she going to knot me? I need it, I need to feel her swell and lock—
Kate’s rhythm was getting erratic, cock throbbing bigger at the base, the knot starting to swell but still not popping. She was babbling, voice a mix of snarls and pathetic whines. “Trying so hard not to knot yet—want to fuck you longer—want to make you come again—fuck, Yel, you’re so wet, so perfect, I’m gonna lose it—”
Yelena pushed back as best she could, voice hoarse and wrecked. “Don’t you dare hold back anymore. Give it to me, Kate. Ruin me.”
Kate let out a broken sob that was half growl. She pulled out suddenly—cock glistening with Yelena’s slick and cum, knot already half-formed and angry red—making Yelena whine at the sudden emptiness.
“Flip over,” Kate ordered, already manhandling Yelena onto her back with rough but careful hands. “Missionary. Need to see your face when I knot you. Need to watch you fall apart on my knot.”
Yelena spread her legs wide, knees practically to her chest, pussy puffy and glistening, cum and slick smeared everywhere. Kate crawled between her thighs like a woman possessed, lined up, and slammed back in with one savage thrust.
The new position let her grind impossibly deep. Every roll of her hips had the head of her cock kissing Yelena’s cervix, the knot catching on her rim on every pull-out and stretching her wider. Yelena’s fifth orgasm crashed over her almost instantly—she screamed, back arching off the bed, nails raking down Kate’s scalp and tangling hard in her dark, sweaty hair. She yanked, dragging Kate’s mouth down to hers in a messy, spit-slick kiss.
Kate fucked like she was possessed—deep, punishing thrusts that made the bed creak, knot swelling bigger with every stroke. Her pheromones were flooding the room now: thick pine, sharp musk, pure desperate alpha need that made Yelena’s head spin and her omega instincts sing.
“Gonna knot you—fuck, Yel, please—please let me knot you,” Kate whined against Yelena’s lips, voice cracking high and needy even as her hips kept slamming forward like a machine. Dominant snaps of her pelvis, but her eyes were wide and glassy, cheeks flushed crimson. “I need it so bad—need to lock inside you—need to feel you squeeze my knot—please baby, I’m gonna die if I don’t knot you right now—”
Yelena scratched her nails through Kate’s hair again, harder this time, tugging at the roots and scratching down the back of her neck. “Do it. Knot me, alpha. Fill me the fuck up. I want to feel you swell and lock and pump me full.”
Kate snarled, hips stuttering wildly, and pushed. The knot—thick, hot, and fully swollen—popped past Yelena’s rim in one brutal thrust and swelled instantly, locking them together with a wet, obscene pop.
Yelena’s sixth orgasm slammed into her like a tidal wave. She clenched viciously around the massive knot, so full it felt like Kate was in her stomach, stretching her to the absolute limit. Hot, endless pulses of cum flooded deep inside her—thick ropes that just kept coming, Kate’s rut making her produce so much it swelled Yelena’s belly slightly and started leaking out around the knot in messy, creamy squelches.
Kate was shaking above her, whimpering brokenly into Yelena’s neck, hips making tiny, helpless little thrusts as the knot kept pulsing and spurting. “Mine—mine—fuck, you feel so good—can’t stop coming—gonna fill you until you’re dripping for weeks—”
Yelena kept her nails in Kate’s hair, scratching gently now, petting through the sweaty strands while her own body milked every last drop from that fat knot. The pheromones were overwhelming—Kate’s scent wrapped around her like a heavy blanket, possessive and safe and intoxicating all at once. She felt full. Claimed. Perfectly used.
They stayed locked like that for long, trembling minutes, panting, sweating, hearts hammering against each other. Kate’s weight pressed Yelena deep into the mattress, but it was comforting, grounding. Every tiny shift of the knot sent fresh aftershocks through both of them—Kate whining softly, Yelena moaning and clenching again.
Eventually Kate lifted her head, eyes soft even through the lingering rut haze. “Did I… hurt you?” she whispered, voice hoarse.
Yelena laughed—wrecked, sated, and utterly content—and tugged Kate’s hair again, gentler this time. “You absolute idiot. I came six times. I’m going to be feeling you for a week. Maybe two.” She kissed the corner of Kate’s mouth, slow and sweet. “Next time you try to hide a rut from me, I’m tying you to the bed and riding that knot until you cry and beg for mercy.”
Kate whimpered, the knot giving one last weak, heavy throb deep inside. “Promise?”
Yelena smirked against her lips, nails still scratching lazily through her hair. “Promise, puppy.”
Outside, New York kept spinning—Thunderbolts briefings waiting, Valentina’s games, the next op looming on the horizon. None of it mattered.
Inside, knotted tight, dripping with each other’s mess, and wrapped in pheromones and love, they were exactly where they belonged.