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Mira had been Rumi's best friend since before they'd even presented and that hadn't really changed since. Rumi had been terrified when it happened—she never wanted to be the kind of Alpha that had always freaked Mira out but the Omega had stuck with her regardless so she had to be doing something right.
If her feelings for Mira had become something entirely different over the years she was going to keep that to herself.
Lusting after her gorgeous Omega bestie was such a stereotype it all but gave her the hives and she cared too much about Mira to want to ruin what they had.
Celine had once told her that if she could survive a road trip in a car with someone it meant they could survive anything together and this wasn't the first road trip she and Mira had gone on. It had been a good show too, and Rumi was pretty pleased with herself as she set up the trip home on her maps app.
"Really?" Mira asked, sliding into the passenger seat with all the grace the dancer possessed that Rumi always noticed despite herself.
She put a coffee in the front holder and her own in the one right behind it, understanding which was the Designated Driver Cup Holder. Another reason Rumi lo—liked her best friend.
Steadfastly keeping her eyes on her phone and not Mira's stupidly long legs in too short a skirt—honestly sometimes she wondered if Mira did that on purpose— Rumi replied, "It's an eleven hour drive, I'm just making sure we have plenty of opportunities to stretch our legs—" Okay so she looked this time, sue her—"Then we'll switch off about halfway there."
Mira regarded her a moment, "So you're not going to insist on driving the whole way yourself?"
"That was one time!"
"That was the drive here," Mira pointed out smugly. "And you were dead on your feet after." She reached over, squeezing Rumi's arm, "It's good. I'm glad you're willing to take care of yourself."
"After you yelled at me."
"After I yelled at you." Mira snorted and buckled up, "But we don't need to be perfect down to the minute. There's no rush to get home. Honestly, taking our time sounds nice. I don't want to get back to normal life sooner than I have to."
Rumi frowned at the screen before setting her phone into its usual spot on the dash, the map and its line for the route enough in her vision for her to check it without really moving her head, "I suppose not."
"Is my company that awful?" Mira asked.
"What?" Rumi whipped her head around so fast she pulled something, "Of course not!"
Mira smirked at her and Rumi grumbled, smacking her in the shoulder, "Why are you so annoying?"
"Because I like the look on your face when you get flustered."
Instead of responding, Rumi started the car, "Just pick a playlist."
"Oh will Her Majesty deign to let me use her phone?" Mira asked, reaching for it so she could look through Rumi's playlists.
"I let you use it all the time," Rumi protested. "Besides, you're on passenger princess duty."
Mira smiled, picking one and putting the phone back where it was, adjusting it so Rumi didn't have to, "I'll take care of you, princess."
"You always do." Rumi smiled back, "And I'll always take care of you."
"Shut up," Mira blurted, staring straight ahead as pink dusted her cheeks.
Being alone in a car with Rumi for any amount of time was like some twisted torture. It wasn't that Mira didn't have fun— she did. They performed together professionally but also sang and jammed together just for fun and something about singing in the car together just hit different than almost any other location.
But Rumi was always a contradiction between being infuriatingly confident and disconcertingly self-deprecating. And a dork. Definitely a dork, which was a side that only Mira really got to see. Not that she held that close to her heart or anything.
Type-A to a fault, Rumi tended to overthink every moment of a road trip, from bathroom breaks to stretching to sightseeing. But while driving, she was relaxed which was always something that Mira appreciated.
She was also more flirty during trips like this. Which fine, okay, so was Mira, especially after a good show. They had chemistry, which she usually didn't try to think about. It was never clear to her how much of that was because they got each other, or because of biology out of their control.
And she hated the way some of their fans—they had so much more than she'd ever expected— could get about that. But if she thought about this morning she was going to be in a sour mood, and with Rumi singing, she didn't want to be in a sour mood.
There was only one alpha she wanted looking at her like she was a meal and that alpha had the self-control of a tree. Have you ever seen a tree lose control? Mira was not going to admit even to herself how often she fantasized about what Rumi could be like if she ever lost control.
Her scent had always calmed her and soothed her, something else she was loathe to admit. Mira trusted Rumi. She'd trust her even out of control. Maybe if hell froze over.
"Relaxed is a good look on your," She finally said, taking a sip of her espresso and tapping her fingers on her knee to the music. "We need to do shit like this more often."
"What, sing and dance at a festival eight hundred miles from home?" Rumi asked.
"It was fun. I wish we could do this instead of our day jobs."
"We can still do the road trip part," Rumi pointed out.
Mira grimaced, "A three hour drive for a conference was barely worth it and only for watching you lose your mind trying to choose between two different options on a menu."
"I wasn't losing my mind!"
"And then you stole half of mine anyway."
"I gave you half of mine!"
Mira smirked and opted not to tell Rumi she'd ordered what she had specifically because she knew Rumi would steal it, "We're stopping at that place for dinner aren't we."
Rumi flushed, "Yes."
"You want my plate again, don't you."
"… Maybe."
"And that cute waitress with the space buns?"
"Has nothing to do with this."
Leaning closer, Mira rested her hand on one of Rumi's toned thighs, the warmth soothing and searing at the same time, "The one who flirted with both of us?"
"The food was good," Rumi insisted, a flush creeping up her neck. "Zoey was just… a nice extra."
Mira relented for now. The waitress had been very cute and Mira had never seen Rumi react to someone like that before. At least, not counting those times around Mira that Mira refused to let herself count.
But Mira hadn't felt any jealousy (not that she ever got jealous) and Rumi could date who she wanted (why not her?) and if Rumi was going to make an excuse to see the cute waitress again then Mira wasn't going to object.
Besides, she wanted to see Zoey again too. Probably the first person that Mira didn't feel territorial around Rumi about. She grimaced to herself remembering the entire thing with Jinu and how badly she'd taken it. It hadn't been fair to Rumi but ugh she couldn't help it. Just thinking of his face made her want to cave his nose in.
Wanting to cave Jinu's nose in was pretty normal for Mira but the vehemence with which she was feeling that desire was more intense than usual. She didn't like feeling possessive, especially over an alpha that was not—technically—hers. Giving in to her baser instincts and biology would always piss her…
Mira shifted in the seat, glancing at Rumi out of the corner of her eye before looking casually down at her phone and pulling up her calendar. Subconsciously she dug her nails into Rumi's thigh, not so hard as to leave a mark but maybe just hard enough to be a promise.
That was weird, right? Mira teasing her about a cute waitress they'd met exactly one time? Mostly because in her experience Mira had never approved of anyone she'd tried to date. Mira's possessiveness had only really been a problem with Jinu and Rumi cringed as she remembered some of the argument they'd had.
'I'm not your alpha you don't get to tell me what to do!'
The worst part was that Jinu hadn't actually worked out and she'd almost lost her best friend over nothing.
Suddenly she felt a little antsy. Was Mira overcompensating? That had been over a year ago, she hadn't gone looking for other people since and Mira had definitely curtailed her jealous tendencies so maybe it shouldn't be surprising she was suggesting Rumi put herself back out there.
And that waitress had been so so pretty. Rumi chewed on her lip; she'd thought of it more for Mira than herself. She remembered how Mira had looked at the woman entranced.
If she couldn't—shouldn't—have Mira, then she wanted Mira with someone who entranced her.
Admitting to herself that she wanted Mira was always a dangerous road, though. She knew Mira's general opinion of most alphas, knew how much Mira despised her biology and the inherent lack of control. Control was important to Rumi too. Retaining it, preventing her nature from harming someone she loved, it was important to her.
Mira's hand found its way back to Rumi's thigh, which was fine and not distracting at all especially when her nails dug in. Mira was a surprisingly tactile woman—or perhaps that was just with Rumi— but didn't broadcast or announce it. Light touches here, hand holds there, her scent relaxing when she had physical contact. It always satisfied something deep inside Rumi.
The contact burned today, not necessarily in a bad way, and her scent was sharper, mimicking the way her nails were pressing into Rumi's leg through her pants.
Rumi squinted, and glanced at Mira out of the corner of her eye. Mira was leaning back in the seat, eyes closed, her breathing even in a sort of way that spoke volumes. Like she was deliberately regulating it.
The air in the car suddenly felt heavier, and Mira's scent shifted again. Familiar, but much stronger than Rumi remembered, bringing to mind those rare times at home when…
Returning her eyes to the road, Rumi swallowed and asked, "I… I thought you were on suppressants?"
Mira grumbled, "Do you really think I'd spend forty-eight hours in close proximity to you anywhere near my usual heat if I wasn't?"
Pink flashed across Rumi's face, "Okay??" Her mind started to race as she looked at the map on the phone and then the time.
She could survive another 9 hours in a car with Mira on the edge of heat, right? It wasn't like she could ask Mira to drive like that, it wouldn't be very safe for either of them. Rumi could control herself.
Mira shifted again and Rumi glanced over in time to see her rub her thighs together and bite her lip and she immediately snapped her gaze forward.
Rumi could control herself. Mira needed that.
"I just mean that, I mean you've seen yourself right?" Mira said, nails digging even harder into Rumi's thigh. She didn't move her hand, and Rumi wasn't going to either as it seemed to help her. Plus, it felt nice. It made her feel useful. Rumi liked being useful.
Unable to help a little bit of pride, Rumi replied, "Oh so you were afraid you couldn't keep your hands off of me?"
Okay so maybe they weren't dancing around it so much as barreling through it now. But in Rumi's defense even breathing through her mouth wasn't helping much with Mira's pheromones.
"Oh my god," Mira muttered. "Don't get an ego."
More quietly, she added, "Can you…uhm." She waved her other hand, which didn't really tell Rumi anything. But she could guess.
Shifting in her seat as much to hide some of what Mira's scent was doing to her right now as anything else, Rumi let her own out. Mira immediately relaxed, though didn't pull her hand away.
Nine hours to home. They could make it.
They weren't going to make it.
Letting Rumi's familiar and comforting scent envelope her had bought her some time—as had rooting around in Rumi's luggage for one of her shirts to huff like a bottle of glue—but had the side effect it always had of making her really fucking horny for Rumi.
Among other things—if she was imagining what their kids might look like, no she fucking wasn't.
All that was simply not all that conductive to ignoring her body's increasingly urgent signals.
Maybe she should have gone a little less hard on suppressants in recent years but it had been to protect herself and Rumi after they'd become roommates. But it also meant her heats hit like a semi-truck if she missed a dose and she clearly missed a dose.
They were always the worse with Rumi on the other side of a door, close enough to smell but out of reach. And Mira knew she could easily find someone to work through it with her except she didn't want anyone else (cute waitresses not-with-standing). They were always times she most wanted to ruin their friendship. Not the only times, but definitely the strongest times.
Mira looked at Rumi, licking her lips as she imagined Rumi's mouth against hers and wondered what her teeth would feel like on her throat. Her eyes roamed down her toned biceps, and then farther down to the bulge obviously straining against Rumi's pants.
That had to be uncomfortable. She should free it. Mira could take such good care of Rumi while she drove and finally taste her, which would be a win win. She caught herself as she started to salivate at the prospect of Rumi in her mouth and ripped her eyes from Rumi's crotch and back to her face, which was beat red and oh shit she'd been caught.
Fuck it. She inched her hand closer, squeezing her thighs and fighting the urge to roll her hips against friction that was frustratingly absent. She wanted to touch her, wanted to make Rumi feel good.
"Mira," Rumi warned, voice strained, but if Mira was honest that only made her want to touch her more and see Rumi unravel because of her, on top of her inside her.
Mira stopped her hand, but didn't pull it back even as she shivered and shook her head to clear it, "Rumi…"
Rumi's hands gripped the wheel so hard her knuckles turned white, "Whatever you're thinking is probably a bad idea."
"I think you know exactly what I'm thinking," Mira purred, shifting again and digging the nails of her other hand into her own knee to keep herself from doing something very embarrassing. Her panties were ruined and it wouldn't take much to hike her skirt up and give herself what she needed right now.
As if this wasn't embarrassing enough, the expression on Rumi's face was an exhilarating mixture of panic and want as her scent flooded the car briefly before she reigned it back into more normal levels.
Rumi wanted her. She was just fighting it, something that Mira both appreciated and … really didn't. They were both still in control, if barely. It was the only reason she didn't shove her hand between her legs then and there.
Because she wanted to hold on as long as she could, both for the sake of her pride and because it was kind of hot watching Rumi struggle like this, and all because of her.
"We need to find a hotel," Rumi finally said, breathing heavily through her mouth. "I'll stay in the car and you can ride this out in a room. I'll make sure you eat but I'll stay out of your hair."
"You're a good person, Rumi. I'm lucky to have you. So I'm going to be really clear while I'm still capable of being clear." She closed her eyes, and took a breath, face reddening as pride warred with need, "But if you leave me to deal with this alone I'm going to be really pissed at you. I... I need your help. I need you."
Something like a whine sounded in the back of Rumi's throat but the want flashed in her eyes and Mira let herself preen over it.
Rumi's response was softer than she expected, "Mira, that … wasn't as clear as you think it is. I really need to hear you say it."
Something well beyond lust and into dangerously emotional territory flooded through Mira, wrapping around her heart even as fire flooded her veins. They'd always danced on that razor's edge between friends and lovers and now that cliff was crumbling.
"Okay, Rumi." Mira rubbed her thigh, "I want you to help me through my heat. I want you to fuck me until the mattress breaks. I want you to let go and trust yourself the way I do."
I want you all of you your hands your knot your mouth the sound of your moans in my throat I want you to fill me.
Throat bobbing, Rumi nodded and Mira let herself fantasize about Rumi utterly ruining her. Now that she got it through Rumi's thick skull that this was okay and she wanted this, she just wanted to get there and … indulge.
God did she want to indulge. She had no fucks left to give except to Rumi, so to speak.
Mira took her hand from Rumi's thigh with clear reluctance and the absence of the heat made Rumi feel a little bit insane. But she grabbed Rumi's phone, searching for a motel that would serve their current needs.
Some did allow for situations like this and she wouldn't be surprised if there were one or two set up specifically for someone going into heat or rut while on the road.
Rumi was pretty impressed with Mira's control, though she was constantly rubbing her thighs together and leaving half moon imprints in her knee from her effort to keep that control.
They were both going to have to put in for some emergency leave before clothes came off. Rumi held onto that thought in her bid to remain in control of herself. Because the mental picture of Mira's head between her legs while she drove was living rent free in her brain and probably would for eternity. Her fingers threading through Mira's hair, the thought of how that would feel and the sounds Mira might make.
Focus. Rumi stared straight ahead at the road as Mira placed the phone back into its holder, "Two exits down, about two miles down the road from there. About forty-five minutes. I locked in a reservation with uh… They'll understand the urgency."
"Great," Rumi said thickly, trying not to speed too much. She could feel Mira's gaze on her and it felt like she'd…. well relaxed was not the right word.
Accepted?
"Can't wait," Mira murmured. "I'm so fucking wet for you right now but that's not that unusual."
"Not helping!"
Mira laughed, her hand returning to Rumi's thigh and then she rubbed it over the bulge in Rumi's pants and squeezed like a promise and that was somehow simultaneously heaven and hell.
Voice strained and somewhat higher pitched, Rumi gasped, "Jagiya I really need you to hold back a little longer. Like forty-five minutes longer!"
"But you're so fun when you're flustered."
"Mira if I wreck the car you won't get anything," Rumi tried to remind her.
"If all the blood flow leaves your brain it won't matter," Mira hummed, squeezing again.
"Fuck…" Rumi groaned, "This side of you is kind of adorable." She was grateful for the seatbelt holding Mira back and also really upset about the seatbelt holding Mira back. She glanced at the side of the road as if some magical barrier might appear that she could park behind and—
"This side of me is sexy," Mira protested.
"Adorable. You're extra touchy, Mira, it's adorable."
"This is touchy," Mira reached over with her other hand and caressed Rumi's face. Then she squeezed the hardness between Rumi's legs and purred, "Wanting your cock in my mouth is sexy."
The next forty-five minutes were going to be torture! How the hell had Rumi thought she was going to survive nine hours like this? "If you're going to be like this because you're getting what you want, maybe I should deny you."
"Mm, you won't."
"Spank you then."
"Hope so."
Fuck.
And yet Rumi laughed, Mira closing her eyes and laughing too. She didn't take her hand back, leaving it there like she couldn't live without touching her. Or as a reminder. Or maybe specifically to torture her, Rumi wasn't sure and honestly she'd be very sad if Mira removed that hand right now.
"I should have expected you'd be a bit of a brat," Rumi said.
"Excuse you." Mira sniffed, "I exude dom energy."
"So when you fantasize about me during your heats are you under me or on top of me? Or maybe I'm behind you?"
Mira groaned, "Shut up!"
"I'm sorry," Rumi teased. "I'll try not to announce to the world that Kang Mira likes to be manhandled."
"Take that back," Mira growled.
Feeling very pleased with herself, Rumi grinned, "I don't think I will. I know exactly how you react when I dip you on stage and then spin you around. I can smell it."
Mira snapped her mouth shut and looked out the window as if that could somehow help her escape her embarrassment.
The more smug Rumi looked the more Mira wanted to kiss her but in all fairness this was not a new state of affairs when it came to her best friend. Who was a lot more than a best friend even on the days when they were pretending they weren't as close as they were or wanted to be.
For all the heavy headiness of her hormones raging through her, Mira felt some clarity on that that she'd long denied. Not so much her own feelings for Rumi, but that Rumi felt at least a little bit the same. The fear that Rumi didn't had always been the biggest thing holdering her back.
Mira felt some clarity that maybe if they ruined their friendship there'd be something else, new and exciting and precious once they'd stepped out of the ashes.
But if Rumi was going to mouth off to her, she was going to make her pay for it. She heard Rumi's grip tighten on the steering wheel when she hiked her skirt up and — she'd always envisioned being more seductive, running her fingers along her thighs while Rumi watched hungrily, but she was burning up too much to tease herself let alone Rumi.
Mira couldn't stop the sound she made the second she touched her slick heat, moving her fingers over her clit. The sensation shot through her immediately and she arched off the seat with a gasp.
Rumi looked like she was about to crush the steering wheel which did nothing except to stoke the heat higher in Mira. Rumi's right hand dropped to her own lap then snapped back up and Mira laughed triumphantly as she latched her other hand onto Rumi's thigh again, "Sure you don't want me taking care of you still?"
She was considering it. She was so obviously considering it that Mira stared at her face even as she moved her fingers at a feverish pace.Here, now, horny and heated and burning up, Mira could admit she did have a bit of an oral fixation—academically speaking, rather than through any actual practice—and had always wanted to taste Rumi. Not just her cock, but the rest of her. Her skin, her lips, her ears, her arms, her fingers, all of her. There was this spot just where her ass and leg met…
"I need you inside me," Mira whined, not really clarifying what she meant exactly and not entirely sure herself only that she felt so empty and she was so close anyway that—
Like a bolt of lightning it struck, Mira gasping Rumi's name as pleasure rippled through her. God, how many times had she muffled herself on her pillow, hands between her legs and imagining Rumi behind her? How many times had Rumi's name been seared into her pillow?
With Rumi watching —half watching, eyes mostly on the road like the protective woman she was—it felt so much better. Touching Rumi, even through her pants only made the sensations that much stronger. Her head fell back against the headrest, her mouth hanging open as she took herself through another orgasm. She sagged down, not at all satisfied but feeling a bit more clear headed.
Enough to feel a little embarrassed again, anyway.
"You're so beautiful," Rumi said, breathing heavy and looking for all the world like she was close to unraveling. Her eyes were dark, cheeks and ears and neck red, "I need you to know that. You're so unbelievably pretty."
Mira meant to say something like 'I know' but she was feeling very raw and vulnerable and her neediness was at a level hereto unknown to alpha or omega so what came out was a very plaintive, "Fuck Rumi, I love you."
Rumi was pretty sure if Mira tried to come over to 'help' her she'd fold immediately at this point. She was just so…so pretty. Sexy. Beautiful. She sounded like it, looked like it, the sweat shining on her skin, the way her breaths were heavy and ragged, the fire in her eyes as she looked at her.
I love you
The words played over and over in her head, superimposed over the sounds of Mira coming in the passenger seat. The heavy scent of her arousal and her heat flooded Rumi's senses.
And thank god, thank god their exit came up before she did something rash like pull over behind a bush or ask to clean Mira's fingers.
Which would be hot.
Which is why she didn't try to joke about either thing to Mira no matter how badly she wanted to taste her and needed to have her.
Rumi was a good driver and by god she'd keep being a good driver even when her long-time crush was in heat and giving herself orgasms right next to her.
It was the longest two miles of Rumi's life, but she reached over and touched Mira's thigh, "Jagiya, make yourself presentable."
Mira looked at her with eyes blown wide at the touch and Rumi winced. She pushed her skirt back into something that was a little less criminal, muttering about staying in the car.
That was probably for the best. Rumi was already trying to figure out logistics considering she was so hard it almost hurt. It was like every time she managed to calm herself down into softening her erection, Mira would do or say something a few minutes later and Rumi's body would respond again.
And okay she had a hot omega in the car most people wouldn't judge but maybe they would and she also didn't want anyone to think Mira was just… meat.
Mira was so much more than that.
Finally, though, she saw the motel. It was…quaint? Cute at least, and it didn't look run down. Mira stared at it with some trepidation, "If I wasn't desperate right now I'd tell you to take me somewhere else."
Mira paused, then added, "But it has sound-dampened walls and a powerful HVAC system so we won't bother other people as much."
"As much." Rumi snorted, then leaned over, cupping Mira's cheek, asking gently, "Are you sure?"
"Rumi." Mira practically snarled her name, tangling her long fingers in Rumi's hair and pulling her in.
Her lips were soft, and tasted sweet and for five entire seconds Mira's mouth was Rumi's entire world.
Then Mira was pulling away, putting a hand on Rumi's chest when Rumi started to follow. She laughed breathily, "Get our room."
Rumi all but stumbled out of the car, shoving her hands in her pants pockets and pushing them forward a bit to obscure the evidence of Mira's effect upon her person.
It was cool inside, the air conditioner running, the scene subdued but pleasant as she approached the front desk. Thankfully there wasn't anyone else so she relaxed some.
"One sec!" A pretty voice called out, and then the pretty girl attached to the pretty voice stepped into view—raven black hair in space buns, freckles like constellations on her cheeks.
Stunned, Rumi stared at the cute waitress from the diner a year ago, standing at the front desk of the motel that she desperately needed a room in to .. well blow out her bestie's back.
The universe had a cruel sense of humor sometimes.
Before she could say anything—and barely acknowledge the spark of recognition in Zoey's eyes, Rumi sensed Mira come up behind her, pressing her breasts into her back as her hands slid down it and into her back pockets. Squeezing like she very badly wanted to be squeezing something else but didn't want to get caught doing it.
"We have," Rumi cleared her throat before her sentence tripped and fell down the stairs. "We have a? Reservation? Room? Please?"
Zoey looked between them with her eyebrows raised like this was the most interesting and entertaining thing she'd seen all day, "ID?"
"I put it under both of us," Mira murmured into Rumi's ear. Rumi shivered, placing her ID on the desk as Mira did the same.
Probably didn't need both. Mira probably saw who was at the front desk and Rumi couldn't blame her.
Zoey eyed Mira a moment, like she was gauging the situation in a way that left Rumi feeling conflicted over any presumptions about how she'd treat Mira, but also glad that this person seemed to want to look out for her.
"Here you are! Ms. Ryu and Ms. Kang! Room One Fourteen!" Seeming to judge Rumi worthy, Zoey smiled brightly and handed them back their IDs, and two room keys, along with a slip of paper, "I only ask that you please set the AC system to the red dial. That will recycle the air so the horny soup doesn't bother the other guests too much."
Rumi grimaced, "….thanks."
"Have fun!" Zoey called out, as Rumi turned around and ran into Mira in her hurry to get out of this embarrassing situation.
Mira waved at Zoey as Rumi carefully guided her before Mira ground her ass right against Rumi's front. Rumi bit back a sound, Mira's laugh carrying loudly as the door closed behind them.
She didn't even wait for Mira to buckle up before she was driving them to a parking spot closer to their room.
"I can't fucking believe it's her," Mira said, dazed. She looked at the slip of paper with the keycards and laughed, "Holy shit, Rumi! Look!"
Cutting the engine, Rumi looked at the paper.
It was a phone number, with Zoey's name on it, a little drawing of a turtle and the words '4 both of u' on it.
Incredulous and somewhat delighted, Rumi asked, "Who sees an alpha with an omega obviously in heat and gives them both her phone number?"
"Someone I desperately need to be friends with at least," Mira declared. She saved Zoey as a contact labeled 'freckled cutie' and sent it to Rumi's phone.
Rumi got out of the car, grabbing their overnight bags and then Mira was out as well, grabbing her by the front of her shirt and pulling her towards room one-fourteen. This time, Rumi pressed up against Mira and leaned in, kissing the side of her neck.
Mira fumbled the key card three times before she got the door open, which had Rumi giggling. Then Mira yanked her inside. She barely got the door closed and the locks bolted before Mira was on her, hands on her face, mouth against her mouth in a kiss that seared her down to her soul. For a moment there was nothing else in all the world but Mira. Her scent was overwhelming and Rumi was heady with it. She slid her hands down to Mira's ass and squeezed.
Every time her brain wanted to get stuck on something—that this might go bad, that she didn't want them to be beholding to instincts, that she was a bad person just because she was an alpha who wanted herthis omega so badly—Mira's scent or her lips or the movement of her body would remind Rumi of an important truth.
That it was okay. That Mira was choosing her and continuing to choose her.