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"He is such an asshole," Sakura said before they were even out of earshot. "I can't stand when other alphas say things like that to you. It makes absolutely no sense!"
Kisame's arms tightened around her. From where her head lay on his chest Sakura could feel a muscle tensing, then relaxing into a shrug.
"It makes some sense. I'm not normal looking, so I'm not really that much of a catch."
"You're thinking like an alpha. Or a beta." Sakura said, glaring at him. "All based on looks. Try thinking like an omega. My instincts are hardwired to be attracted to larger and stronger alphas - you are both of those. You smell amazing. And unlike some that I've met, your instincts aren't broken beyond repair."
The smile on Kisame's face made the corners of his eyes crinkle. Oh god, if he cried then Sakura would probably stab herself.
"I guess it's a good thing I'm with an omega." He said finally.
Outside her bedroom door they happened upon a glaring match between Kakuzu and Hidan. As soon as they smelled Sakura their attention snapped to where she rested against Kisame's chest.
To them she looked… Well, different. Kisame's bulk only emphasized how small she was in comparison, how long and slender her limbs were. Her pupils were just beginning to dilate and overtake the bright green in her eyes, softening them in a manner at odds with the frown line between her eyebrows. She appeared somewhere in the realm of frustration, nervousness, and anticipation - a combo that would need alleviation soon.
"Where's Itachi?" Sakura asked. Kakuzu gestured at her bedroom door.
"That's bullshit." Hidan said angrily, eyes flashing. "Why the fuck should he get to go first?"
"Because I said so." Sakura said.
"It's not fair." He whined.
Sakura pointedly ignored him as Kisame placed her on her feet. As they touched the floor her knees buckled slightly and she grasped the man's arm to prevent herself from falling. An arm wound its way around her waist to steady her. She neglected to notice the way her other alphas' eyebrows rose at the uncharacteristic weakness. After all, it was one thing for her knees to buckle, but another thing entirely for her to actually let someone carry her.
Sakura shrugged herself free of Kisame and fumbled with the door handle to her bedroom as the three men crowded around behind her. Their scents were becoming extremely distracting, filling her brain with sensation rather than thoughts.
What was she doing again? Door, right. She held her breath.
"I can do it myself," She snapped at the overly pale hand that reached around to open the door, presumably Hidan.
But that forced her to take another breath and she nearly threw up at the unwelcome sourness that invaded her lungs. That could only be one person in this building, someone she desperately wanted to avoid.
She tugged the door open, slamming it behind her with all the strength she had left, and leaned heavily against it. Was there a lock? Oh thank goodness, there was.
Her slight form buckled and slid down to the floor, her head lolling against the wood. She could still smell her alphas beyond, but behind her...
"Sakura!" Itachi said in alarm, rushing over to her.
He knelt and cupped her face with a long hand, bringing her to face him. The dazed expression on her face surprised him. He'd never seen her look so, well, omega-like. Sakura leaned towards him while inhaling deeply, eyelids dropping, and the change in her was mesmerizing.
Itachi held utterly still as her nose skimmed the line of his jaw like a softly bristled paintbrush, the smallest sound echoing in her chest. She had never been quite so obvious in scenting him before, and it sent a rush of heat into his stomach. He found his earlier excitement, which had been fraught with tension, relax into something closer to what he saw in her. Something languid, more animal-like than he would normally feel comfortable with.
"Are you alright?" He murmured.
"Mmhmm." Sakura wrapped milky arms loosely around his shoulders, bumping her forehead on his shoulder. "Itachi..."
The sound of his name on those lips, in that voice...
Though Itachi was not a short man, he had none of Kisame's bulk yet that didn't prevent him from easily lifting her in his arms and placing her body on the blue sheets of her bed with the utmost care. She immediately stretched out and rolled, skin bestowing smooth fabric with that wonderful, ripe smell. It had him unthinkingly placing a knee on the bed, then the other, before he moved in her direction with gleaming dark eyes.
Sakura froze. There was a flush high on her cheeks and down her neck that couldn't look more appetizing. He was very quickly losing the ability to use his precious brain and Itachi was torn between discomfort and relief in regard to that.
"Sakura?" He asked, the mattress dipping beneath his hands. "Do you still want-"
"Yes, yes!" She said automatically.
But the lack of clarity in her eyes still gave that small part of his mind cause to doubt and he reached over and pinched her nostrils with thumb and forefinger. After a moment or two she frowned and though it made little difference to her enlarged pupils, Sakura seemed to consider the situation.
She had already committed hadn't she? It was insane how much of an effect her nose really had right now and Sakura could hardly imagine what it would have been like during an actual heat. This moment, or at least what she expected of it, had been on Sakura's mind multiple times daily ever since that fateful day her alphas had bitten her in the forest. At first she had expected something vastly different She had expected to wake up surrounded by them, still in the forest, with the alphas overcome by instinct and ripping her clothes off. Instead? She had an alpha in front of her who hadn't forced himself on her, who had in fact treated her with care and surprising dignity. He had protected her from that masked man, had taken the time to listen to her potentially offensive misgivings, had returned with well-thought responses. He had asked nothing of her except her own continued existence.
Her existence. Something his little brother had seemed to begrudge her.
Sakura blinked quickly to prevent tears from appearing. Her chest ached and a fierce smile pulled at her lips. What better alpha could she ask for?
She nodded seriously at him. He released her nose and that beloved, rich smell reached down her nose and through her chest to ignite in her belly. The world narrowed, not a haze but a hyper awareness focused entirely on the scent in her nostrils and the alpha leaning towards her slowly with a smirk spreading across his handsome face.
"Perfect." Itachi said, face ever closer.
Then Sakura returned the same smug smile that was on his face and leaned away. He paused, waiting. Frowning.
"What?" He asked.
"What?" She parroted teasingly.
They stared at each other. What was going through the other person's mind? Well, Sakura had a certain feeling that she shouldn't make this too easy on the alpha.
She ducked away and stumbled across the room with a laugh when he followed. "Sakura, what are you doing?"
"Making you work." She responded cheekily. Gods, he smelled divine and he looked it, too. He had the kind of perfectly symmetrical faces that she supposed were an Uchiha thing. His expression was exciting her as well, but she wasn't too sure if that was an Uchiha thing.
"Really, Sakura?" Itachi asked in a low voice. "Is that really something you want to do?"
He approached slowly, matching her backward pace with every step. Sakura was slow right now, without her usual reflexes, but he humored her. Her back soon hit the wall and he kept stalking towards her. Sakura moved, trying to dart under his arm but it caught her around the waist and he tugged her close to him, back-to-front, and she couldn't help the squeak that left her mouth when she felt something stiff against her backside.
Her face burned.
"Sakura." He said, relishing the taste of her name. "Can you feel that?"
Well, um, yes. She was trying to ignore it – despite the circumstances – in the hopes that her embarrassment would be short-lived.
Her pink hair brushed his chin as she nodded, wide-eyed.
His hands squeezed her hips. "It's for you, you know."
She nodded again, more slowly this time. Itachi's lips touched the side of her neck in a tender kiss, running up to the point beneath her ear and applying more pressure. It sent a shock down her body and she slumped, relaxing back into him.
Itachi did it again. And again. He tormented that place until thought was well and truly gone from her head, including any form of embarrassment. Exactly what he wanted – charming as she wore it, embarrassment had no place between he and Sakura.
He spun her to face him, walking her backwards to the bed while fully supporting her weight in his arms. She went with him, eyes fixed on his mouth. She licked her lips. When her knees hit the mattress and she dropped to its softness he leaned in and pressed their lips together. Sakura pushed closer, closing her eyes and parting her lips when she felt his tongue on them. It dipped into her mouth, rubbing against hers, tracing twisting patterns. His hands pushed on her shoulders, urging her to move back onto the pillows and he followed, their kiss growing more heated.
His teeth gently dragged on her lower lip, hips pressing hers into the soft bed. Itachi's fingers slid down the sides of her arms and left goosebumps in their wake, traveling down her side and to the hem of her shirt. Her movements paused but he didn't lift the garment, merely resting his hands there, barely touching the skin beneath. Sakura reached up and tugged the tie from his hair, tangling into the softness and pulling. A sound bubbled in his throat at the sensation and he let his weight push her farther into the bed.
This was... Not so terrifying as Sakura had expected. He was taking his time and, to be honest, Sakura couldn't help her growing impatience. She pulled harder on his hair, delighting in the moan it dragged out as his mouth disengaged from hers and teeth nipped at her neck. Itachi's hands slid farther beneath her shirt and caressed her sides. They stopped just short of her breasts and Sakura's breath caught. Itachi laved his tongue over his mark on her neck. Fingers inched up higher. Finally his hands gently covered her breasts, thumbs teasing her nipples. Sakura's grip tightened in his hair. His mouth moved down her neck and when the collar of her shirt interfered he brought it up and over her head.
Sakura couldn't help the way she flushed at being exposed and her arms instinctively moved up to cover herself.
"No," Itachi held her wrists to the bed, uncovering her. "don't hide. Don't you dare."
A lungful of air made her chest rise and their eyes met as Itachi kissed her collarbone. He didn't release her wrists, but made his way downwards with open-mouthed kisses. They paused in the hollow between her breasts, a wickedly pleased look on his face. Sakura's focus was closing in again, the chocolate-dark smell emanating from the alpha on her making her feel drunk, head dropping down to the pillows.
She couldn't stop the breathy sound that escaped her lips when a tongue swept over her nipple, a large hand releasing her wrist to roll the other between the pads of fingers. His black hair tickled her feverishly warm skin, his mouth wet against her. He moved down yet again, tongue sneaking into her navel, and even farther down until he met the top of her shorts. Flushed, panting, Sakura looked at him in confusion. What was he doing all the way down there?
She didn't realize until another smirk graced his face that she'd said it aloud. "You'll find out."
Sakura gripped the sheets, heart jumping out of her chest and sound catching in her throat when he settled a shoulder under her knee and bit the inside of her thigh. Then that mouth kept moving... closer... and, oh that's what he meant.
A cruel, teasing kiss was placed between her legs as she looked on with eyes the size of saucers and his deft fingers hooked under the waistband of her shorts. He had a look on his face that had anticipation buzzing in Sakura's ears.
And in the worst possible moment came yelling outside the door that sliced through her pleasant haze like a kunai knife. Add to that a distant and familiar shriek outside and an explosion that rocked the ground beneath them, and the alpha and omega on the bed shot up like twin thunderbolts.
Sakura swayed a bit with the momentum. "Shit."
Itachi looked at the door suspiciously. "Yes. Shit."
She couldn't help feeling utterly disappointed.