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Andy felt a surge of pure horror when the elevator jerked and a low mechanical whine began, until suddenly everything stopped.
No. No. Shit. Oh fuck. Not today. Not now.
Miranda glared from behind her sunglasses at the now flickering lights above them. Then, the lights went out and only dim red emergency lights remained. Instantly the space felt smaller and Andy grit her teeth as she dug through her purse.
It was late. It was well past midnight by now. When she finally found her phone she knew there was a very slim chance that she'd get a signal. Old concrete buildings and cell service did not a good combination make.
The screen lit up in the dark space. One measly little bar. She swallowed and tried to call the security desk but it rang once and then disconnected. She tried again. And again. Then she tried Hannah, twice, then Emily, then Nigel, and got the same thing. In sheer desperation she tried 911 and only got a long beeping tone. She wasn't getting through. Shit. Shit. Shit.
Miranda was clenching her jaw so tightly Andy was a little worried for her teeth, although frankly she had more urgent concerns.
She was overdue for her shot. Her heat suppressant shot to be exact. She'd had to reschedule it twice now because of Miran– because of work. And now, here she was, feeling that tell-tale tingle of warmth creeping up her neck. She'd felt irritable all day. On edge. She'd even snapped at Hannah, the new second assistant who'd looked at her like she'd grown a second head.
That would have been preferable.
This though– this was bad. Really, really bad. Stepping into the elevator just minutes before, she'd been so relieved to be leaving before her actual heat began, planning to run to an emergency clinic as soon as possible after saying good night to Miranda but then– she was doomed. She wasn't even being dramatic. Not really.
Andy was an unmated, virgin, omega trapped in an elevator with a High Alpha, whose pheromones made her legs weak on a good day, much less now, as she was about to enter her first real heat. She'd never had a reason to have one before now, and Nate had been a beta.
Andy had insisted they wait till they decided to get married (since betas couldn't claim omegas). She'd waited for nothing apparently. He was off in Boston and she was here trapped between a High Alpha and a stuck elevator.
She could feel her body’s heat rising, and with it her pheromones began filling the tiny space and she dug her nails into her palms, desperately trying to ignore the urge to turn to Miranda and beg her to–
Miranda had taken off her sunglasses, and was now staring at her with undisguised fury.
"Why haven't you taken your suppressants?"
Shit.
"I had to cancel the appointment. Twice." Andy almost whined, trying not to let her omega voice slip into her tone. Damn it. The omega instincts were already coming to the forefront. Her need to appease the angry Alpha made her cringe internally but her inner omega wanted to purr, wanted to use her voice to soothe and reassure her Al– the– Alpha.
Miranda was not hers. Her omega self whined again internally against that but she refused to let it out. Just because Andy had been fantasizing about her for months now, that did not make her Andy’s anything. She resisted the urge to shake her head, which was starting to feel a little fuzzy. She had to keep it together. She had to.
Miranda was going through a decidedly nasty divorce and was about to sign the final papers this week if the lawyers were to be believed.
Andy slammed her fingers on the emergency button on the elevator harder than was necessary and prayed to whatever higher power might hear her, that someone noticed that there was something wrong. If they didn't– but they would. This was New York for God’s sake. Someone had to be awake. They’d come any minute now. They would. Soon. They would and then everything would be fine–
Oh Jesus. She was starting to get wet. Very very wet. Uncomfortably, slippery, dripping down her inner thigh, wet. Fuck.
Miranda's nostrils flared at the new scent and she immediately grabbed her hermes scarf from around her neck and covered her nose, taking several steps backwards, until her back hit the opposite side of the elevator.
If Andy hadn’t known better she might have been vaguely insulted. As it stood Miranda was doing them both a favour. The less they could smell each other, the more time they had.
"I'm sorry." Andy whispered, unable to keep the stupid platitude to herself, even though she meant it.
Miranda scoffed into her scarf, refusing to look at her.
Andy turned away from her and pressed her forehead into the cool mirrored wall on her right, trying to slow her breathing without taking deep breaths. It felt good but she was so hot all over, and nothing she did would help that.
She was panting now. Shit. Oh shit. This was bad. This was so bad.
Miranda was going to fire her. After Paris, after everything they'd been through– Andy was going to be fired for something she couldn't control.
She should have gone to the fucking appointment. She shouldn't have let Hannah beg her to take the afternoon off when she had the stomach flu. Should have just outright told Miranda she couldn't reschedule again– anything but this. Jesus, she felt so stupid and weak and– and her core ached, and she was so warm all over now and it hurt. She needed– fuck.
Miranda had her eyes clenched closed and she was obviously trying not to pant herself, though without much success if the way her chest was heaving was any indication.
Andy forced herself to tear her eyes away from Miranda's breasts, in that low v-cut wrap around blouse.
The emergency button was still flashing a steady red which meant that in theory the fire department was on their way, although there was no other kind of confirmation.
Miranda's low groan made Andy look up at her and what she saw in the Alpha's expression made her whimper.
Miranda was clenching her fists now, her bag abandoned on the floor, and a visible line was tenting her slacks as she stared at Andy with undisguised hunger.
Oh fuck. Oh Jesus. Miranda was going into a full blow rut and if she did, nothing Andy said would do any good.
She'd hate her, if they did this. If this happened, Miranda might never forgive her.
"Miranda, please-"
"Be quiet." She snarled as though she could barely form the words. She probably couldn't think straight anymore.
Andy could feel the Alpha pheromones swirling around the enclosed space and her knees wanted to buckle but she grabbed the railing along the walls behind her and held herself upright. Kneeling right now would be tantamount to begging her to--
She spun herself back around, facing the wall, trying not to attract attention, to make herself small, no eye contact, to not offer a challenge or consent--
She heard the loud clack of heels stepping towards her and then Miranda's front was pressed against her back. Andy gasped as strong hands tugged on her hips, grinding her ass against the firm shape of Miranda's cock.
"M–Miranda." She choked out, "please don't. Please. We can't– you'll hate me– please–" Andy still had the presence of mind to beg but Miranda's eyes were glazed and the words had no effect.
"Be good omega." Miranda purred instead, using her Alpha Voice as she spun Andy to face her. "Be good for me. Sweet girl."
Andy made a garbled attempt to smother her answering moan as Miranda's hands tugged her skirt up around her hips.
"You don't–" Andy panted, "You don't want this. You don't–" want me. Her mind finished, the words still too painful to say aloud. She shook her head desperately trying to think of how to stop this but it was no use.
Andy's tears spilled over her cheeks and Miranda's eyes widened, seeming to regain some measure of understanding and she rubbed a thumb along Andy's cheek bone to wipe away the moisture there. She blinked a few times and even shook her head just slightly before she spoke again.
"Tell me you don't want this. And I will try– to stop." She seemed like she was in physical pain but she forced the words out through gritted teeth nonetheless.
That was definitely not what Andy had expected to hear.
She hadn't known it was possible for an Alpha in a rut to think clearly at all. Maybe Miranda wasn't all the way there yet or... Was it because she was a High Alpha– whatever, that wasn't what mattered right this second.
"You're the one who's going to regret this– I'm–I'm nothing– and you’re– you–" She tried to say through the tears she didn't want to be crying.
Jesus, she wanted to beg Miranda to take her, now, right now but she couldn't bear the thought of Miranda hating her. Of displeasing her Alpha.
"Andrea." Miranda hissed her eyes shut, seeming to be holding her breath.
"I'd be lying. I never lie to you." Andy blurted, and that was also absolutely not what she'd meant to say.
That seemed to break the last of Miranda's self control as she tore off Andy's panties, literally taking the side seam and tearing it apart before doing the same to the satin on the other side.
Then Miranda's hand was on her soaked core and Andy bucked into the touch with a soft wail.
"That's it. Good omega. So wet." Miranda murmured hoarsely, seeming to lose herself in touching Andy's drenched lips and dipping between them to find her clit.
Andy whimpered again and Miranda pushed her knees apart with her own, as she trailed her fingers lower, looking for– oh.
Andy had never–she'd never put anything inside herself. Not ever. She knew that was weird, that most people her age did and liked it but she'd wanted to wait for her–her marriage or– and this still made Andy a little embarrassed– in the darkness of her own now very empty bedroom she could admit, her mate.
Before Andy could say anything, Miranda's fingers pressed into her, two in one go and Andy winced, stifling a pained cry and shied away from the touch. She felt something like a sharp ache inside of her and realized what must have happened.
Miranda froze, not understanding why this was hurting her. Andy had been willing until just a second ago. Why was this–
Then they both looked down and saw a trickle of blood fall down Miranda's curled hand onto the floor.
Something like shock passed over her features for a second before a more animalistic snarl tore its way up her throat, as she crushed their bodies tighter together.
"You're–" Miranda panted against the shell of Andy's ear. "A virgin?" She sounded both pleased and mildly shocked.
"Wanted to– wait for–" Andy panted, still trying to adjust to the feel of Miranda's fingers.
Miranda's pleased hum had her trembling. "Sweet girl. Such a good omega. Waiting for her Alpha to fill her up."
Andy mewled at that thought and her mind began to fall deeper into the fog of her heat.
"Tell me, omega. Tell me I can take what's mine." Miranda's voice was now a rough whisper against her jaw, lips brushing the skin there, fingers curling slightly inside her.
A gasp ripped its way out of Andy's chest and she whimpered, "Yours, Alpha, please–"
Then Miranda's fingers began to move again, gently, and Andy's hands came up to grip Miranda's shoulders.
She couldn’t think about anything but Miranda’s touch. Nothing else mattered but pleasing her Alpha now.
Her body adjusted quickly and Miranda's fingers curled and pressed her inner walls in a way that left her desperately clinging to the Alpha to stay upright with a helpless little whine.
"Good girl. You're going to take what I give you, aren't you?"
"Yes, Alpha." She gasped, knowing Miranda would expect an answer.
"Yes. You will." Miranda agreed and her tongue flicked out against Andy's neck before she began pressing kisses to the soft skin there.
Miranda added another finger and Andy's answering cry had Miranda watching her face with darkened eyes, before she finally, finally pressed her lips against Andy's.
Andy had always imagined their first kiss, if they ever had one, would be slow and maybe tentative but this was anything but.
Miranda's kiss was hungry, relentless and almost desperate. Chasing her tongue with her own, devouring her lips in hurried movements that sent fire down to Andy's lower belly. Impatient. Demanding. Of course. Why had Andy ever expected anything else?
When Andy's hand subconsciously went to Miranda's hip and then lower to her ass, pulling her closer, the Alpha moaned into her mouth in surprise and then approval.
Then Miranda undid the buttons of Andy’s blouse and unclipped the front clasp of her bra, intent on touching more of her.
Yes, oh God yes this was right. This was exactly right.
Miranda's free hand sunk into Andy's hair and pulled her head back to look at her, taking in the swollen lips and glassy eyes, the desperate little pants and the slash of colour across her high cheekbones.
"Beautiful." Miranda whispered, before stretching all three fingers inside her making Andy wail again as she trembled around the intrusion. There was no pain anymore and to her own shock she felt like she needed more. How could that be? She was already so full–
Miranda smirked in that feral way of hers and Andy bit her lower lip, wanting to pull her back to her mouth, to ask her to hurry. She needed. Oh God she needed– "Alpha please–"
And instead of hushing her or trying to calm her Miranda pulled her hand out which made Andy whine at the loss but she ignored her and undid her own slacks, freeing her cock from their confines.
One last sane thought flitted through Andy's heat-addled brain as she gasped, "What if I get pregnant?"
It was very, very likely afterall, as any fertile omega could tell them.
Miranda stilled and then searching Andy's face she murmured, "Do you want a baby, omega?"
Miranda’s– oh Jesus. Something uncomplicated and primal flared in Andy's omega brain and instantly she knew that she did. She wanted that so so much.
Seeing the answer in her face Miranda's own eyes glinted knowingly again as she pressed her length to Andy's center and rubbed against the wetness there.
"Alpha–" she gasped. "Please Miranda, oh Jesus– please–"
Miranda hummed, using the Alpha Voice and Andy's toes curled in her Jimmy Choo's at the pleased sound.
"So needy. So desperate for me to fill you up, to give you what you need, aren’t you omega?"
Words were becoming difficult now and Andy could only really think of pleasing her Alpha so she'd give her exactly what they both wanted.
"I'll be good. I’ll be good for you. Please Alpha– "
Miranda's thick length rubbed between her lips now, teasing her as Andy shivered and moaned in Miranda's arms.
"That's right. You will be. You'll be so good for me.”
Then she aligned her tip to Andy's entrance and pressed forward, slowly but without stopping, even when Andy keened and her hips jerked in her grip.
The pressure was so much–Andy never could have imagined she'd feel so full–Miranda was so thick and heavy inside her it made her eyes roll back in her head as she struggled to take it all.
When she was all the way in, Andy realised that the head of Miranda's cock was rubbing against her cervix and that thought had her on the edge of an orgasm instantly.
"Miranda–" she whimpered, and then Miranda pulled back and thrust in again. Andy's strangled moan encouraged her to do it again and then again until they found a rhythm and Andy's hands were tangled in Miranda's perfect silky hair dragging her in for another kiss.
"That's it. That's my sweet girl. Taking every inch like you were made for me."
Andy moaned as she clenched around her cock and she found herself nodding her head deliriously because yes, in that moment she knew she was made for Miranda.
"Please Alpha, need it– need your pups–"
And Andy's mouth snapped shut against the truth she hadn't meant to voice but it was too late because a Miranda had heard her and–
Miranda yanked her head back to look into Andy's face again with something like a question before seeming to find the answer in Andy's own desperate expression.
"Yes." She growled against the column of Andy's neck. "I'll give them to you Andrea. You'll be so beautiful, round and filled with our pups, safe in here–" Miranda pressed her hand to Andy's lower belly and thrust in just at the same time and Andy was lost, the dual sensation overwhelming.
She jerked and her legs flailed around Miranda's hips as she came, whimpering and moaning through her orgasm, clenching around the length inside her, begging for more. Miranda kept up a steady pace, only slowing once to reach between them and rub circles at Andy's swollen clit which made her cry out again as the orgasm intensified until she thought she might faint.
"Alpha– Miranda– please– " She begged. She wasn’t sure what for anymore. When the tremors finally started to abate, Andy found herself resting her head against Miranda's shoulder, hands still clinging to her back.
“Good omega.” She said not slowing her pace. “Again.”
Andy’s eyes flew open.
“I–” She panted, “I can’t.”
“You can. You will.”
“Miranda–” Andy whimpered as the Alpha continued playing with her clit.
“You will come for me again, Andrea.” Miranda said and took her hand away from her. “You’re going to beg me for it. And then you’re going to thank me for it.”
“Miranda, I can’t–” Andy panted in protest against her lover’s lips, her soft moans becoming more frequent with every thrust.
.
“No, no, that wasn’t a request.” Her eyes narrowed, as she thrust hard enough to leave Andy gasping again.
The heat rose again in Andy as Miranda’s hand went back between her legs rubbing relentless firm circles. Oh God– she needed – again– oh–
“Please Alpha.” She begged on a gasp.
“Good girl.” Miranda sucked one of her nipples into her mouth, before biting down, making Andy cry out. “Beg me again.”
The position allowed her to reach so deep Andy could barely breathe.
“Please Miranda, please let me come– I need–” Miranda’s fingers sped up just the right amount and Andy’s thighs trembled.
When Miranda bit down gently on her mating gland— not piercing the skin– not marking her as her mate but the implication was there and Andy’s vision darkened as she shattered into her second orgasm.
Andy came contracting around her thick hard length, bucking against Miranda’s agile fingers, feeling on the verge of passing out as her body convulsed. Andy struggled to make herself breathe as she moaned, her toes curling in her heels again.
Miranda didn’t stop, continuing to fuck her through her orgasm and the over stimulation quickly made her a writhing mess against the wall, her pleading whimpers spilling from her lips, filling the small space.
“Say thank you, omega.” Miranda ordered.
“Thank you Alpha.” She hurriedly rasped. She was so happy. Her Alpha was being so good to her. She was pleasing her Alpha.
Another hard, deep stroke had her keening again as her legs trembled.
“Good girl.” Miranda murmured against her shoulder, and then asked, “Do you want me to come inside you?”
She nodded, still reeling from her second orgasm and the insatiable rhythm Miranda set.
“Use your words, Andrea. Beg me to give you the pups you want.”
When she hesitated, Miranda teased her fingers against her clit again. Oh God she couldn’t mean–
“Please come inside me Alpha. Need your pups. I’ll be so good for you– please– please I need you to come–” She cried, so far gone into her heat the words came without any sense of shame.
Miranda’s hands tightened around her hips, lifting Andy’s leg a little higher until her thrusts stuttered as she panted, before stilling completely and Andy felt her come filling her, as her knot expanded and stretched her inside in ways she’d never imagined possible– And then Andy was coming again with a wail, her head slamming back into the mirror behind her as her hands scrabbled against Miranda’s shoulders and everything went black for a second.
As her vision returned with dazed blinks, she felt liquid heat inside her.
Oh wow. Oh God. Miranda really– her Alpha was– oh Jesus she might really get pregnant–
Miranda shut her eyes and then leaned forward, resting her weight on her humming contentedly.
"Such a good omega." Miranda purred, before one hand reached up and cradled her cheek in her palm.
“Alpha– need your mark– need– Alpha– I’ll be so good– please–” She heard herself begging, and Miranda growled in answer. Then the Alpha shut her eyes and clenched her jaw, seeming to be fighting herself internally.
When Miranda spoke her voice was rough, and her eyes glazed. “If you regret this after your heat, I will kill you. Do you understand Andrea? I will kill you. Do not regret this decision, omega.”
Andy blinked hard and swallowed as she nodded. She wouldn’t. Couldn’t. Her Alpha was here, she was going to claim her and nothing could be better in the world.
“Say it again Andrea.” Miranda whispered, her eyes filled with a dark, possessive, need.
“Please– Please mark me Alpha. Make me yours.”
“Yes.” Miranda growled before bending her head to the left side of Andy’s neck and sinking her teeth into the gland there, making Andy moan as her core clenched and fluttered in a pathetic attempt at yet another orgasm. She felt something shift in her mind, something peaceful settled over her, like something had finally fallen into place and oh, it was better than she could have ever imagined. She purred in satisfaction as Miranda released her teeth’s grip on the gland.
“Mine, omega.” Miranda murmured, as she lapped at the pinpricks of blood pooling on her skin.
“Yours. Always yours.” Andy agreed happily, nuzzling into Miranda’s soft silver hair.
When Miranda’s knot finally went down, and the immediate burning intensity from the heat receded slightly, Andy found herself in Miranda’s lap, kissing her like a teenager, desperate for more, despite having no idea if she could physically handle that. Nothing else mattered but being close to her Alpha.
Miranda indulged her, but she could tell the Alpha was getting anxious about their surroundings.
This wasn’t a good nest, her omega mind supplied. Oh no. Oh– she hadn’t even made a nest– this wasn’t– she needed to–
“I can make a nest– I can– I’ll make a good nest Alpha–” She tried to reassure her new mate. She was a good omega. She could make the perfect nest for them. She would. But not here. This was no good. Everything smelled wrong. It wasn’t a good place. Not safe. Andy’s brow furrowed and she wanted to leave– they needed a better place to nest.
“Yes, you will,” Miranda agreed soothingly, “But first we have to–”
Then a loud screech of metal on metal startled them both as the lights on the elevator turned back on and the machine began moving again.
***
Miranda tossed her discarded blazer over Andy’s shoulders protectively, and then helped her stand. They righted themselves as quickly as possible, trying to make it less obvious that they’d just been going at it like feral animals, though it was likely not much use.
Miranda stood in front of her protectively as the doors opened and the firefighters and bemused mechanics appeared in their line of sight.
Miranda bared her teeth and snarled, “About time. You’ll be hearing from my lawyers.”
Then she grabbed Andy’s wrist and marched her out of the building glaring at everyone who tried to stop her, not bothering to answer any of the questions that trailed after them. She headed towards a very anxious looking Roy, who opened and shut the door to the Mercedes without comment. Thankfully Roy was a beta, and wouldn’t be reckless enough to get between a freshly mated pair.
The privacy divider went up and Miranda had Andy in her lap again in an instant, grinding against her once more. Andy’s heat would give them no peace for the next ten days, if not longer. It varied by omega.
Miranda still had the presence of mind to send a text to Emily telling her to call in a family emergency leave of absence for the next two weeks. They could face the firing squad after– After Andy was safely settled in her home, very likely pregnant and their season was over. Andy was so absorbed in mouthing kisses along Miranda’s neck and shoulder she didn’t even notice.
Andy whined as she shivered in the cool air of the car.
“Nest.” She begged. “Please Alpha– need to–”
“Yes, omega. Soon. You’ll make the perfect nest for us.”
Andy purred in her omega voice and Miranda tucked the young woman closer to her as the city sped by.
If the authorities were less than circumspect about tonight’s event’s the media frenzy would be hellish when they eventually returned to work again. Or, Miranda supposed, when she did. Andy could no longer afford to stay by her side, and would need to move on. At least Hannah was more or less adequate. Though she was by no means as skilled as Andrea at anticipating her needs, or keeping track of her moods. Though Miranda mused, she preferred that. Keeping her assistants on their toes had its merits.
This was not how she’d hoped this would happen, she could admit, now that her rut had abated somewhat. She’d planned on a campaign of seduction for this little omega after her divorce, after finding her a solid place where she could flourish on her own two legs, but apparently fate had had enough of waiting.
As the townhouse came into view, Miranda tugged Andrea out of the car with her, until they made it up the steps, and Miranda realised she’d be giving Andrea her own couture to make their nest, and suppressed a sigh. This would be the least of the compromises she’d make for her omega, she knew. She’d make them willingly. For her. And Miranda knew, Andrea would do the same in a heartbeat. The thought made her smile softly at the glassy-eyed, blushing brunette who smiled back easily.
She shut the door behind them and pinned her omega to the door with her body. Miranda gripped the younger woman’s chin in her fingers and kissed her against the front door, uncaring that they were supposedly headed for the bedroom.
They were bound permanently now. Unless one of them died, this was it for both of them.
It was fast. So fast, and yet… it wasn’t. Andrea had slowly, very slowly, become everything to her in the last year, spending time with the girls and her after delivering the Book and then coming to weekend soccer games and movie nights besides.
After their season, there would be time for words, and worries and the difficulties brought on by their circumstances to face. But for now, Andrea was here with her. And that was enough.
This was just a way to simplify everything she supposed.
Miranda usually loved complexity and intricacies, the slow approach, but in this, she could concede there was something to be said for the virtues of simplicity. Andrea was hers.
Finally.