Thanks to Soyeahso for the beta read and notes!
So this chapter is fairly long and pretty explicit but that's what we're here for, isn't it?
"Do you have an appointment?" A bodiless voice rumbled through the speaker beside the door.
"I have one with Grallium. What I also have is enough credits to buy this stars-forsaken place," Kylo Ren hissed into the com receiver. He smoothed his palm across the door, feeling the mechanisms of the lock vibrate beneath his hand. And just beyond the door hovered the voice's owner. He reined in his irritation, focused on the presence, and reached out with the Force. "You will let me in."
The voice chuckled. "What, you think you're some kind of Jedi?"
"No. I'm not," Kylo replied. Under his fingers, the half-dozen locks securing the heat house entrance flew open at once. With a flick of his hand, the door slid open, shocking the Besalisk female standing just behind it.
Ah, Besalisk, Kylo thought. No wonder she'd been resistant to the mental manipulation.
She recovered instantly, drawing blasters with two of her arms before Kylo stepped over the threshold, but the weapons soared uselessly from her hands with another wave of his hand.
The door slammed shut behind him, and the locks reactivated without a touch. Reaching into his pocket, Kylo withdrew the holostick containing his health-screening results and credits transfer information. The Besalisk woman- a pink nametag adorning her massive white smock read 'Leesa'- cocked her head to the side, curiosity lighting her eyes.
"Now," Kylo said between gritted teeth, nearing the end of his patience. "Who can I speak with about transferring my appointment from Grallium House to here?"
A fresh sweep of awareness skittered down his spine. He could feel Rey's closeness, her aching. Every second he had to wait was infuriating. He restrained the urge to throw the Besalisk aside and hunt for his omega within the house. His fingers flexed and cut into his palms.
"We don't let people hurt our clients," Leesa warned. "Whatever you are. Whatever you pay." Warily, she stepped behind the front desk, and inserted the stick into the port. The balance popped up and her eyes widened. The sum was more than ten times their usual fee.
"Make me a priority on your alpha list, bring the woman Rey to me for scenting, and all those credits are yours. I know she's here."
Leesa paused. "There's…a process. Compatibility screening. Oral prophylactics. And we won't force an omega to accept you. We can't."
Kylo Ren's eyes darkened, and a dream-vision of Rey spread open on his cloak, wet and begging, filled his mind.
"You won't have to."
If she weren't coming there for something as uncomfortable and potentially awkward as a heat, Rey thought she'd like to spend a holiday at Bix's just for the accommodations. The spacious bedroom's walls and floor were a soothing sand color that reminded Rey of home- of Jakku- but the bedding was a deep midnight blue. Testing the bed, it felt like sinking into a gentle D'Qar sea. In her heat state, almost everything felt rough, but the fibers of the cover were soft, pressing her tender skin with just the right amount of support. The unadorned wall to her right was actually a floor-to-ceiling view screen, Bix had explained in his quick tour. If she wanted to see the stars, a Coruscant skyline or a sun-drenched lake, all she had to do was touch a button. The best part, however…
"Anything? I can really order anything off the menu at all?" Rey said, eyeing the long list of food items on the holopad. She sat down on the bed, mouth starting to water as she scrolled through the menu of unfamiliar delicacies.
"We've got the deluxe packages, so yeah. And apparently his brother owns some kind of diner nearby, so Bix can handle special requests that aren't on there as well," Jess said. "Not that I feel like eating much when I'm in the thick of it, but it's nice to have options." She added, "And the Resistance is paying for us to get laid so they might as well pay for dinner too."
She hadn't think she could still laugh when she was shaking and sweating, but Rey found herself giggling. "So General Organa really provided the credits?"
"Said it was the least she could do, after Starkiller. And you brought her brother home." Jess glanced at the door, sliding open now to reveal a frowning Bix.
"What's wrong?" Rey asked. The Besalisk was hard to read using the instincts she had been training these last few months, but his grumpiness was written plainly on his face. His broad toothy smile had been replaced by a frustrated twist of his fleshy lips.
"Nothing, nothing. Bit of a talk with my wife Leesa. Marriage." Bix boomed. "Always a hassle. Why, you hear something? No, you hear nothing. The walls are soundproofed. Be as loud as you like." His grin returned with a vengeance. "Now, time to part ways," he announced, scooping up Jess's bag. "Back for you in a couple minutes, Rey. Settle in, get changed, be ready. We have a few candidates for you to meet. Good compatibility levels. I think you'll like."
Rey's stomach churned. She felt anxious in a way she couldn't pinpoint, something beyond the usual skittishness induced by her heat. She sat up straighter. "It's time? Wait-"
Jess smiled, and turned to follow Bix out. "You'll be fine. Use the com link if there's really an emergency but try to relax. Let yourself enjoy this, Rey. Enjoy the freedom."
"Enjoy the freedom," Rey repeated. She shivered and rubbed at her arms. Even the brush of her fingertips against her skin felt obscenely good.
Jess waved and the door closed with a final thunk.
It was happening, it was real. Beyond the doors, somewhere in the house of heat, there was an alpha waiting for her. Someone to cover and claim her and make the burning hunger die. Someone to fuck and fill her up and exhaust her with the drive of their mating, until there was nothing left in the world but their bodies coming together in furious need.
Rey swallowed, feeling the wetness pooling between her thighs.
She jumped to her feet and grabbed at her travel bag. She'd packed a light sleeping shift for the occasion; she'd better change into it now that she was soaking through her trousers.
And it was just as well- the alpha was likely to tear her clothing from her, and she really did love her new vest.
Even knowing the rooms were soundproofed, the hallway of the heat house seemed eerily silent to Rey. She'd stretched out her mind enough to know there were warm, happy, occasionally frantic presences in the rooms she passed moving from her chamber to the Scenting Room. But there was absolutely no sound coming from others, only her own slight panting as she willed herself to keep walking.
The tension grew with every step, drawn tight like a worn coil of wiring ready to snap at the next engine thrust.
The hairs on the back of her neck stood up, and the sensation raced down her spine like a warning shot.
Calm, calm, Rey chanted inside. It's just sex. You want this. You planned for this. And it's the only thing that can make the dreams stop. Probably.
Rey couldn't understand the nervous sensations rippling through her. She didn't romanticize sex, she was sure of it. Well, not much anyway. The only reason she hadn't done it yet, besides lacking anyone she was attracted to beyond a fleeting fancy, was that being omega, she would almost certainly get pregnant without major precautions in place. And in Niima Outpost, pregnancy had been a death sentence for people like her.
They didn't exactly hand out expensive reproduction-control implants on Jakku. She could barely afford a meal, let alone the medical attention it would require for an implantation. The only kindness Unkar Plutt had ever done her was pointing her toward an old Kyuzo omega scavenger who explained young Rey's changing body to her.
Rey craved touch, and envied the carelessness of the couples who moaned in tents and fucked against walls, mindless in their desire for each other. Hunched in her AT-AT alone at night, she envied them so much she hated them.
Dr. Tanja didn't know how much she'd freed Rey when she offered her repro-control implants without judgment and cost.
Passing by a gold-framed mirror in the hallway, Rey paused and took herself in. She'd left her trio of buns in for practicality, but they were limp from sweating. The thin, sleeveless shift she'd thrown on was perfect for sleeping but she saw now, in bright light, did nothing to hide the shadows of her nipples. She'd washed the fabric herself countless times with rocks and salt to soften the shift the way Niima scavengers had taught her. Her cheeks were dark pink, flushed and striking against the hazel shine of her eyes. Seeing them, she realized how much she'd bitten her lips in the past few days, as she writhed in her bunk aboard the transport shuttle.
She looked ready. Her scent was overwhelming, even to her. And there was alphas waiting for her pleasure.
Looking up at Bix, waiting patiently by the entrance, Rey nodded.
"Show me."
She wasn't sure what she'd expected but it wasn't this.
"Don't be shy. Come- scent." Bix steered her into the dim room. Lit with one corner light and a neutralizer that removed outside odors, the room was specially designed to focus the inhabitants on one thing: finding the ideally scented partner for mating.
"Is he alright?" Rey shook her head in confusion. Across the room, the kneeling alpha's arms were stretched high, with his wrists cuffed to the wall above him. His ankles were similarly secured to the floor. The position forced his shoulders to strain and his dark-haired head to drop forward into an almost submissive posture.
It was so startling, it took her a moment to realize his long, lean-muscled body was completely nude. A heartbeat after that realization was another- that he smelled better than anything else than she'd ever scented before. But then she'd never encountered a human alpha in rut this close up before.
"He's fine. Very compatible, healthy, oral prophylaxis is in place so there's no waiting. He's ready for you. If you want him."
Rey took another step forward into the room.
Her head swam with the musk of him, and with the wave of resentment flowing from the alpha.
No surprise, he doesn't care for kneeling for an omega, Rey thought, nearly grinning. Or maybe for anyone? Beneath the rich earthy scent of him that was tickling her nose was the strangest sense there was something else…something, somewhere she was supposed to be noticing.
Go away, Rey swore at her inner sense. The Force was useful, but sometimes it was a pest. Her heart thudded in her ches. All she wanted to do in that moment, right then, was to be in her very physical present. The flush in her cheeks sank down to her throat and across her breasts, and her nipples tingled where the shift scraped against them.
Bix scooted back, gesturing her happily forward with all four hands. "You don't need me, I think. I wait outside. Ease the way. Ha, yeah." With a brilliant grin, the Besalisk ducked out of the room and slid the door closed behind him.
Following her nose, Rey hurried forward until she found herself standing by the alpha, her fingertips grazing his wide shoulders. The expanse was well-sculpted, with toned muscles moving beneath her fingers. Taking in the size of his back and the length of his bent legs, she realized that on his feet, the alpha would tower over her.
His head lifted slightly, and she felt some of the tension in his body drain away. His shoulders relaxed beneath her touch, and his hands unfisted in the cuffs.
"Is this alright with you?" Rey murmured, her voice husky. Now that she was standing over him, she was able to pick up more notes in his scent. She leaned in and waited, her mouth watering over his neck.
The alpha nodded quickly, and shifted restlessly in his restraints.
"Thank the stars," Rey blurted out before pressing her lips and nose to his throat. "You smell incredible." Inhaling deeply, taking in the essence of him, she was struck with a wave of desire- and the uncanny sense of the familiar. She nudged the unwanted thought away, and caressed his intriguingly scarred back. Pushing aside his fall of hair, Rey licked a thin line up the back of his neck.
A scent like the forests, she realized, stroking his arms as she drew in more of his scent. The leaves and sunlight and the cold wind. Something wild. She felt a raw desire to be thrown onto her back on a rough bed of leaves and taken with her lover's hands wrapped in her hair, and realized she was remembering a dream she'd had a couple weeks before. She'd been running through the forest, her pussy wet with anticipation from the chase, and when she finally gave up, gasping and falling in a clearing, he'd taken her in the leaves.
Takodana. The word flew into Rey's mind. The heat rose in her and she felt wetness dripping down her thighs. I was dreaming of Takodana's trees. And his eyes-
"Kylo," Rey gasped against his skin. "Kylo Ren."
A stillness fell over the alpha. The squirming in the restraints ceased, and Kylo Ren's head lifted.
Turning his head to allow the light to fall on his face and the lightsaber brand she'd left behind, he met Rey's eyes over his shoulder. Rey scrambled back from him, grabbing at her waist to reflexively reach for the lightsaber that usually hung there.
Her uncontrolled fear, the situation piled onto her instinctual omega heat panic, ripped through the barriers between them he'd constructed in the Scenting Room. With the boundary in shreds, their powerful Force signatures were apparent at once.
"Stop. I'm not in a position to threaten you, scavenger," Kylo explained. He wiggled his fingers in their cuffs. Rey's eyes followed the action. "I'm no threat to you. I'm not going to hurt you. You could hurt me, if you wanted. I don't think you want to though." His gaze dropped to the soaking juices between her thighs, the wet patch spreading over the lap of Rey's white shift. He wanted to dive into the scent of her, throw her skirt up and bury his face in that circle of wetness until she screamed.
"You have no idea what I want," Rey snapped. Her eyes darted around the room. It was bare of anything that could be considered a weapon, probably not on accident. Alphas could be very aggressive when rejected.
"Don't I?" Kylo said softly.
"If you're not a threat, which I don't believe, then why are you here?" Without taking her eyes from him, she began retreating.
"The dreams."
Halfway back toward the door, Rey stopped. "What?"
"Dreams. So many I've lost track. Mostly of a desert hell-hole. The place I'm told was your home. You, and me." Kylo hesitated. "'I could show you the stars.' Do you remember that, Rey? And then me, giving you everything you need?"
Horrified, Rey slumped against the wall. "You saw it- what I dreamed?"
"Since the beginning. I didn't like it any more than you did. You defeated me, you took Grandfather's lightsaber, you marked me. I did not want this. I thought perhaps my uncle was instructing you in a new Jedi way of playing with my head, tormenting me."
Rey's disgust turned to annoyance. "As if Luke would ever use such-"
"You don't even know him," Kylo interrupted. "But then I started dreaming and I knew they were my dreams. I want it to stop. Don't you?"
"Wouldn't it be easier to kill you?" Rey said, her fingers curling in a way that Kylo knew meant she was wishing for her lightsaber. He hid a grin. She had more fire in her than a Jedi should. He'd felt it on Starkiller Base. His offer hadn't been entirely based in strategy, though there'd been some of that too. He wondered how his uncle felt about Rey's depth of passion.
He wasn't even sure how he felt about it if he was being honest with himself. He didn't want to.
"Killing you would be easy." Kylo agreed. "But all things considered, I'd much rather fuck you senseless for a week."
Rey was furious. She was absolutely horrified by everything he was saying, and the matter-of-fact way he said it contradicting with his searing brown eyes. So why did his words make a new flood of juices well between her legs? Why, when he spoke, did her eyes continue traveling over the sculpted muscles of his body, stretched between cuffs? Why did her fingers curl under, itching with the urge to drag through his silky mess of black hair?
He was there for every dream, every time she drifted off to sleep and into his arms. And he'd suffered for it too.
Rey stood, struck dumb with the weight of it.
"It wouldn't be the first time, you know."
"What?"
"It wouldn't be the first the Light and the Dark sides have met, for this purpose. There have been other warriors, alphas and omegas, who joined together as needed. If we had time, you could research it. You'd see. We're not the first. Do you think many people can handle what we are?" He held her questioning stare.
The loneliness of the past twenty years sprawled behind her. Rey swallowed. "No."
"No one will ever know. No one needs to."
The room filled with their rising scents combined and Rey felt lightheaded with the power of it. Her body ached with the primal urge. It would be so easy. "No one needs to…"
"Take me, Rey. Then walk away, when the heat is done." Kylo's eyes burned into her. "Take me."
The weeks of wanting had worn her away until she was clinging to the thinnest shred of sense.
"I can't trust you," Rey swore. "I can't."
"I don't want your trust." Kylo's patience was at an end. His shoulders bulged as he tugged at the cuffs holding him back. "I want to have you until I don't want it anymore. Do we have an agreement?"
Rey covered her eyes with her palms and searched inside herself for the place of calm, the source within she always went to.
But all she found was a hungry pit of need, calling for the scent and the man who had awoken her in more ways than she could admit.
Opening her glittering eyes, Rey threw everything she cared about into the wind and nodded.
"Yes."
The cuffs shattered a second after the word left her mouth. As he leapt to his feet and scooped her up into his arms, Rey realized she was a fool to believe a set of standard restraints could contain Kylo Ren.
Following her gaze, Ren shrugged and surprised her with a wry smile.
"Made you feel better though, didn't they?"
Held aloft, Rey was caught between wanting to kiss him and wanting to punch him. She wriggled in his arms. "You sneaky son of a-"
Kylo's teeth sank into her throat, forcing a moan from her even as he carried her from the Scenting Room.
Alarm rose in her. "Wait, no biting."
"Oral prophylaxis, didn't they explain it?" Kylo muttered against her neck. His tongue worked against the sensitive skin. "You don't have to worry about bonding bites. Stars know I don't want that."
"He did explain, I forgot," Rey sighed, turning her face to his hard chest. She couldn't look at his him suddenly. He was too real, too heated against her. She couldn't do this if it felt too real. Could she? His lips skated over her throat, while his strong arms squeezed her tight to him. "Oh. Room 6. Please hurry."
Bix was as good as his word about easing the way. Rey realizing dimly that he must have been monitoring the Scenting session even after leaving, as they were uninterrupted in the hallway, and the doors opened and closed for them exactly as they needed.
She had no idea if she was doing the right thing- she was almost positive she wasn't- but Rey couldn't regret the view. She hadn't been wrong in her estimate about the alpha's height when he was on his knees. Though she wasn't a short woman, Kylo loomed over her. His arms enveloped her with a reach that made her curse him in battle, but sigh with pleasure when he effortlessly carried her back to the bedroom.
She was less entranced when Kylo dropped Rey in a graceless heap onto the midnight-blue bed.
"Prick!" she yelped.
Kylo glanced downward at himself, and smiled drily. "Yes."
Rey followed his eyes, and her mouth went dry. Oh kriff. How is that going to fit inside me?
Distracting her from the inevitably alpha size of him, Kylo crawled on top of her. He put his over-wide mouth to good use, dropping kisses over her collarbone and teasing her pink nipples through the fabric until they hardened. Moving back up to nibble on her throat again, his cock pressed against her center for the first time, and she felt a shred of fear. He was so big. Bigger than she'd guessed and dreamed, and no matter how wet she was, it was going to hurt.
Good. She squirmed against him, drawing the hardness closer to her sex.
Rey reached up, sinking a fist into his black hair. "When this is over, it's over. You understand." She scraped the nails of her other hand across his chest, teasing his dark nipples into points. "Understand."
"Yes," Kylo asked, pushing Rey back by the shoulders. He peered down at her, her paleness in the white shift framed by the rich blue covers of the bed. With one hand and added boost from the Force, he ripped the shift from throat to hem, and spread the pieces open to reveal her breasts and the glistening curls between her legs.
"Fu-" Rey's curse was cut off by his mouth. The tentative touch of his tongue coaxing her lips open distracted her, and surprised her with its gentleness. His full lips were made for kissing, she discovered, taking her mouth over and over until she found her body twined around his while she kissed him back breathlessly. He wasn't much more practiced than she was, she realized through the haze, sloppy in his hunger; but the ache in her core sharpened more with every flick of his tongue against hers.
"I can't wait- more later- but now-" She tried to explain and failed. Rey flushed, and threw aside the shreds of her sleeping shift.
Clambering further back on the bed, she spread her legs and looked into Kylo Ren's eyes. Light reflected in their depths, turning the dark brown to a paler russet that reminded Rey of the soil in the forest of their dream. The scar of her lightsaber cut a white line between his eyes, dividing them and slashing down his cheek. Reaching up to cup his cheek, her thumb found a small mole that had just missed being sliced by her weapon. Kylo shuddered.
Brushing aside her hand, he rose over her, kneeling and stroking the thick alpha length of his cock. He seemed impossibly broad, hovering there. She had the dizzying sensation that she'd been in the same position before. She held his gaze, held it so long their breath fell into sync.
Her mouth moved, but no words came out. There was nothing left to say. Finally, Kylo slid his hands under Rey's knees and hoisted her up. Sinking into blissful mindlessness, Rey felt the distant brush of the Force holding her in position, her hips tilting as the broad head of his cock breached her.
"Faster, keep going," Rey moaned, the tease of his thickness not enough. Her clit ached for attention and she needed to be filled. She didn't care who he was anymore. This was all she needed.
Ignoring her demand, Kylo inched into her, relishing every clench and flutter of Rey's muscles as they fought to take in his girth.
She wiggled against him- he was too much, but just enough. It was as indescribable as the Force, in her and part of her and all around Rey. Arching to take more of him inside her, Rey spread her thighs wider. Her hands scrabbled at the sheets for purchase, pushing down to brace herself to accept more of him.
Kylo gasped, momentarily losing control of the Force and allowing Rey to fall out of position.
"Stay put," he ordered, his eyes flashing. "You feel too fucking good." Recovering control, he squeezed the thickening ring around the base of his cock where his knot would grow. Even scenting Rey had been enough to make the knot begin to form. He eased back inside her harder, her pussy more relaxed now. Sweat trickled down his chest as he held back, thrusting in and out of his omega carefully, stretching and working Rey until she was spread wide, flooding them with her juices, and bucking against him.
"Please, yes," Rey begged. "Give it to me, Kylo."
There was no holding back then, once she was open and pleading for fucking; her bright eyes locked onto his without shame or fear. The air between them shimmered with light as he sank into her without mercy.
The alpha took her, and it was everything Rey had ever dreamed.
She lost count of his thrusts, the number of times she looked up and saw him gazing down at her with wonder and desire, even as his cock rode her. She held onto him using every muscle within her, stroking his thick cock to cool the burn of heat inside her. He didn't seem frighteningly big any longer; the body joined to hers was perfectly heavy and thick in every way. She felt full to bursting, but still begged for more, because this is what it was supposed to be, the alpha to her omega. His fingers dipped between her thighs and found her swollen and slippery; a single slide of the heel of his palm over her clit left her wailing, clinging to his shoulders and crying out his name.
The first climax sent shivers shaking through her body. Kylo smiled down at her with the smug pride of an alpha, but didn't slow in his thrusting, driving Rey to two more orgasms before she felt the bulge on the base of his cock nudging at her entrance.
The knot. In her anxieties over everything else, she hadn't put much thought into it but it was happening.
Kylo's arrogance melted away as he neared his own frantic peak; his nostrils flared and his hips pumped harder and harder, the alpha's knot swelling and growing until it slid inside Rey. With a desperate push, he fucked into her one last time, and with a great hot gush, Kylo came.
Gasping, he buried his face into Rey's neck, nipping at her throat and tonguing at the pink marks he left.
After a moment, he sighed, and wrapping his arms around Rey, rolled them both over until she was on top with his cock still buried inside her.
The knot sealed them together tightly. Rey squeezed instinctively, and was rewarded to hear Kylo hiss beneath her. Experimentally, she flexed her inner muscles again, and felt more cum pour from the huge knot filling her and locking her to the alpha. Kylo threw one arm over his eyes, and used the other to hold Rey steady on him.
"Don't." He said wearily. "We'll be tied together for a little while. Let it flow naturally. Just…rest." Reaching forward, he tugged her downward until Rey found herself laying against Kylo's chest.
Rey squirmed, feeling the fullness of his body fitting into hers. As the balm of his cum inside her lessened the heat, for the first time in hours- maybe days- she could think clearly. Almost. His musk was as strong as ever, and lying on him, she was tempted to run her hands through his light sprinkling of chest hair.
"Is it always like this?" Staring at the wall, she finally brought herself to ask.
"Like what?" His hand smoothed over her back.
"This good?"
He took so long to reply she thought he wasn't going to, but eventually she heard his voice. "No."
"Kylo."
"Yes?"
"I still hate you."
There was the strangest thread of amusement in his voice when he answered. "I know."