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September
"How's school?"
"It sucks. You should just hire me to work full time so I can quit."
"Oh no, school is important and even if you don't go to a traditional four-year school, you'll need that high school diploma for trade school. And if you want to bake, then I'll teach you, but you still have to get the baking degree."
"Is it called the baking degree?" Grogu teases but she can hear his genuine question underneath the banter.
"Yes," Rey answers as she throws a bit of flour at him. "It's a good program and the same one Rose and I did. Get the cookies out of the oven." She watches him get the trays of cookies out of the oven to make sure the sixteen-year-old doesn't burn himself. Rose is out doing errands and she's trying to get ready for the Friday rush. The bell over the front door rings and she says, "Let me see who that is, don't burn yourself, Grogu."
"You said it, that means it will happen," he moans as she goes through the swinging half door that separates the kitchen from the rest of the bakery.
A chuckle on her lips that freezes when she sees who's standing— "What are you doing here?"
It's one of the men who picks up doughnuts—Trudgen she thinks. A stinky alpha, most definitely.
"Easy Omega—"
"Do not call me by my designation, you ass. Now you can tell your boss to send someone else to pick up his godforsaken doughnuts every morning or apologize."
"You want me—" he looks up and in that moment it's like someone else takes over his little alpha pea brain. "I apologize ome—Rey." He looks contrite as he hands her the wad of cash. "We need another six dozen for in the morning. There will be a new alpha to do the morning pick up. His name is Kylo Ren."
"Kylo Ren, got it. Anything else?" Rey snaps at him. She just wants him gone.
"You're going into heat soon, who are you spending it with?"
"I've told you once and I'll tell you again, it's none of your fucking business. Now, if that's all, then it's time for you go." Before she can say anything else, actual customers come in.
"Miss Andor," Trudgen says as he nods. She knows that she glares at him as he leaves the shop. The bells ring in sweet relief as she welcomes her customers.
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"He wants me to do what?"
"You've been promoted—you're the doughnut guy, evidently. It's a highly coveted spot. They like me with the money. I'm just not sure why they moved us both to this part of North Carolina." Hux looks back into his closet where he's still arranging his clothes. They moved a couple days ago into a decent duplex. He took the right one and Hux claimed the left. Ben doesn't have to mention how close they are to his parent's cabin and—no he can't think about her, his omega. "I'm going to finish unpacking."
"Alright. Are we riding together in the morning?" Hux's question stops him before he reaches the door.
"I think I have to be there at seven to get the doughnuts."
"Then I will see you when I see you since I don't have to be there at eight," Hux says before he closes the door behind him. Since they moved in, they found what was a doorway connecting both units, but it was long boarded up. They also know that while no one is out in the bushes watching their every move, Hux, since he worked for the First Order longer, knows exactly how to find the cameras in the corners.
He also knows how to hack the system to get the cameras off them.
Still Ben uses their back doors that faces a tall wooden privacy fence. He unlocks his door and slips in. It's small but then it's not. He grew up in wide open spaces. Big house, big yard, big country to explore with his parents, well when they were home that is.
This home is empty. Yes, he knows that it waits for him to bring life into it. and as a alpha he's drawn to things that are vibrant and alive. A soft smile as his omega enters his thoughts. Rey would make this feel like home. maybe she is his home is that why she's never far from his thoughts.
As much as Ben would love to have Rey here with him, he wants her to stay far away. He thinks there is enough evidence to start arresting, but Lando wants to wait. He has an idea of what they're waiting on, but it's mostly rumors and stuff.
Ben hopes that they aren't doing what he thinks they are.
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The alarm rings early.
Earlier than he's used to, but if it means that he can be finished with all this, sooner, then he'll drink more coffee and get more sleep. The unspoken uniform of the First Order—dress pants, dress shirt and a jacket—is easy to put together from his closet. The several weeks he's been on the assignment, he hasn't seen a tie.
Maybe if they have to see The Boss, but even Hux has only seen him once and that was just in passing. But Ben tucks a tie in his truck anyway.
Thankfully he doesn't have to go by the house, as they all call the huge Victorian just outside of town. It came with thirty acres Vicrul explained when he was showing Ben around the property. The only person who lives there is Snoke and who is assigned to be his body guards that night. The men and women who work there have their own places. They're probably all temporary so they can move when Snoke tells them to.
The sky turns from dark to light as he climbs behind the wheel of his truck. He starts the truck but pauses. Something lingers on the edge of his subconscious, like a forgotten item at the grocery store he really needs but, in that moment, he can't remember.
Even his normally bossy alpha is silent.
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"Coffee—" a yawn interrupts her own sentence. "I need some." Her Friday morning pot is always stronger than the rest of the week, and today she needs it. She hasn't slept well all week, and it's caught up with her today. Thank goodness Maz is working this weekend and she can sleep in tomorrow. Granted her sleeping in is eight, but when you're used to opening the bakery at seven, eight is amazing.
The six dozen doughnuts are boxed and waiting—a glance at the clock by the door tells her that the new guy is late—the bell rings interrupting her thoughts. "Coming!" She calls out as she walks thought the swinging door.
A sip of her coffee in her favorite mug that Finn brought back for from New York City and she looks up. His scent hits before it registers in her needy omega brain that her alpha is standing there with his eyes as wide as hers as they take one another in.
She's not sure who reaches the other first, but his arms are around her and hers around him—and it feels like coming home.
"Rey—" his whisper is harsh against her temple. "You can't—fuck you feel amazing."
"What are you—" but before he can finish, he drags her to a corner of the dining room.
"Listen—you can't know me right now. Call me Kylo Ren. Do you live here?" She nods against his shoulder.
"Upstairs."
"I'll come to you tonight, when I'm not being followed." He kisses her temple and as much as she wants him to mark her, she steps away.
"Are you now?" She asks, eyebrows raised as she wills him to understand what she's says.
"Everywhere—" he steps back, and it feels like there's a million miles between them.
She sadly frowns but says, "Your doughnuts are ready. Are you the new delivery guy?"
"If you're asking if I'm picking them up, then yes. that's my new job from what I understand." She's never been good at reading lips, but she can understand him when he mouths— "I miss you."
"I miss you," she mirrors as she picks up three of the boxes. He copies her with the rest then she nods towards the door. "Now you know there is no doughnuts on the weekends, so I'll see you Monday?"
"That's my understanding miss—" he lets his voice trail off like he doesn't already know everything about her. Like he didn't come in her countless times during her last heat. Like she doesn't dream about him every night.
"Andor. Rey Andor."
"Kylo Ren."
Instead of the usual big white truck that Vicrul drove, there's a big black one sitting next to the sidewalk. For some reason, she asks, "What happened to—"
"He's alright. They moved him to a different location," Ben says as he opens the passenger door. "Is this how he did it?"
"I have no idea. I never helped him to carry doughnuts." Ben meets her eyes. and no one else, that they can see, is out yet. Rey giggles, Ben chuckles then they really laugh like one of them just said the funniest thing—and perhaps they did. And maybe she laughs because she really wants to cry.
They stack the white boxes with the bakery logo on the lid. They are close but don't dare touch—she knows she won't ever let him go if she did—but she's close enough to breathe him.
"Every time it rains, I think of you—" her whisper is airy, it's not until after it's escaped her lips that she hopes that whatever recording device is in the truck didn't hear her confession. "Is this your personal truck?"
"It is."
"Oh good, no recording devices." They both fall silent at her admission of knowing more than the normal person would.
Alpha needs us!
She knows he does, but there's nothing she can do—"Kylo?"
"Rey?" he mutters.
She keeps quiet, but she does reach for him. Their fingers touch and her omega begs for more—but all she can do is circle his wrist and ever so lightly, she runs her finger across the gland there. A wave of happy omega dances inside as the scent of happy alpha fills the air around them.
Ever-so-lightly she mouths, "The backdoor."
He nods his answer and reaches to encircle her wrist. His touch is like—well like they're back in his parent's cabin two months ago and couldn't keep their hands off of each other. Instead of doing what she wants to do, leap into his arms and never let him go—even can tell that something isn't right—she steps back.
An expression she's never seen before flits across his face. She watches as he sets his jaw, like he's about to go into battle and gives her an out of place wink. Butterflies fill her stomach, both in happiness and dread.
She stays on the sidewalk as he walks around to climb into the truck. The engine rumbles to life and for one last moment, he looks over. Their eyes meet. Her omega dances inside while she stays still, because she wants, no needs this moment to last forever.
His eyes soften as more tears well up in hers. Her fingers touch her lips and while it's not as extravagant as some toddlers she seen do—she kisses her finger tips and then lowers her hands as if she's releasing her kiss for him out into the world.
He doesn't close his eyes but does lean his head forwards so he could catch her wish if he could. As he pulls away from the curb, she watches his taillights as he drives down Main Street. She watches until she can no longer see the truck as he disappears to go to the big Victorian just outside of town.
"Rey?" Rose says. Rey turns and without thinking, gives her friend a hug. Rose, being who she, hugs her back before she leads her back into the bakery. They're both quiet until they reach the back where Rose nudges Rey to sit on a stool next to the huge table they use for work, while she makes them both a cup a tea. "Who was that?" She asks as she sits down with her cup on the other side of the table.
"Do you remember the alpha I told you about? The one I spent my heat with?"
"Was that him?" Rose asks.
"That was him." Rey confirms.
"Oh kriff! What happens now?"
"I have no idea. I think he's coming over this evening." Rey looks down at her cup as if it has the answers to the questions that are starting to bounce around her head. "You don't think—he's the new doughnut guy—did he really—"
"Don't form any opinions until you hear what he has to say. As much as it hurts, because I know how much you like the guy you spent your heat with, do you really want to mess around with a guy who—you know," Rose says.
And Rey does. She knows how many times they've all sat here and talked about the alphas who come into the shop, who also goes to the big Victoria at the edge of town every day. How even Poe, who loves to tell them all the good gossip on a daily basis if he knows of any, won't say anything about the guys who come in.
But Rose and Rey know how many times a day he cruises by when he's working.
"I know. But Ben's different. And why would he ask me to call him by another name besides Ben?"
"What did he ask you to call him?" Rose asks.
"Kylo Ren."
"That's one I haven't heard before," Rose says. "I don't know. It almost sounds like he's an undercover cop or something and all those people that we fix doughnuts for is the mob or something like that." Complete silence then the two friends crack up laughing.
"The mafia, the mob, gangsters are in our little town? What happened, does New York city not want them anymore?" But even as she laughs, something deep inside hums. They might be right—alpha needs us to protect him. We know where he is. He needs us…
"That would be odd. But weirder things have happened." Rose drinks the rest of her tea and sets the mug down. "Come on Andor, let deal with the crowd that demands our attention."
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And they do. From the time Rose turns on the open sign, until Maz comes in with her dinner crew there is someone in the store. Which is good for Rey. It takes her mind off of Ben coming to visit tonight.
Rey locks the front door and turns off the sign. She straightens up a couple of things on the way back—as she enters the kitchen, she hears the knock she's been waiting on. A look through the peep hole Poe insisted on putting in, she giggles as she unlocks the dead bolt she just locked minutes ago.
Ben rushes in, the wild scent of the forest, rain and excited alpha fills her kitchen. She slams the metal door behind him— his nostrils flare and he smiles—"Are we alone?"
Her grin is her answer. His arms are around her picking her up as his lips claim hers. As he lifts her, her legs wrap around his waist and her arms go around his neck as he walks them over to the stainless-steel prep table. Her bottom rests on the edge as his lips are against hers when he growls, "Omega—"
She runs her fingers through his inky waves and gives a little tug. His head falls back as she moans, "Alpha—" his mating gland is right there, smelling like a sweet summer rain while growing more and more red the longer she looks at it. As much as her omega begs her to bite, and she does. But not the gland, instead she bites below it before she licks the red spots she leaves.
A shudder so violent travels through him, that she shakes with him. "Upstairs—"
He looks around and she feels his body relax as he sees the entrance to where she lives. He starts to pick her up again, but she slides off the table instead. "Hold that thought—" she says as she opens one of their refrigerators. The light from the inside lights the dark kitchen as she pulls out two of the lagers the brewery down the street brought them today in exchange for some cookies.
"Come on, love," she beckons. He follows her up the narrow staircase and waits for her to open her thick steel door.
She hasn't had many up here through the years and she always wonders what they see when they come in. Her taste has always been eclectic, as Mama calls it. Dad calls it cluttered. While she can't help if she wants to keep everything she owns. Mismatched furniture, a coffee table she refurnished herself, artwork that she's collected from customers to finger paintings from her friend Kaydel's two-year-old line her walls.
"This—your scent—I just want to drown in it," he whispers in her ear as he comes up behind her. His hands are on her waist as he buries his nose in her neck, close to her mating gland.
"My nest—"
"Your nest? Where? Will you show it to me?" He doesn't step back or anything like that, but he does look up so that his ear is next to hers so he can see where she's looking.
"Come on, Alpha." She links their fingers and steps forward. His arms tighten around her, and she giggles as they slowly inch towards her room. They don't make it far when he's picking her up to carry her the rest of the way. He walks into her room, and she giggles as she asks, "How—"
"I followed to where your scent is the strongest."
And in her little bedroom it is. Since she got home, she's rearranged her room. Instead of sleeping in her bed, she sleeps in the nest she made using a futon mattress and all the blankets and pillows she can find. There in the middle is the pillow and the blanket he let her have from his parent's cabin, where she can reach it easily.
"It's even more perfect than before," he groans into her ear.
"Really?" She says as she turns in his arms. She hates how needy her omega sounds but she wants, no, needs to know too. "I told myself over and over that this was really something and it wasn't just a meet and let's spend a heat together type thing because you said those things and honestly if you'd wanted to, I think I would have let you bite me and I would have bitten you right back so I can be yours and you can be mine," she rambles. Her sweet smile that he honestly didn't think he'd see again appears. "I'm glad you're here."
"I'm glad that I'm here too," he mutters as he rests his forehead against hers. "I think I've dreamed about you every night since the cabin." He leans back but only far enough so he can look into her eyes. "I wish we could run away—one day we will. Just for now, whatever you might hear of me doing—don't believe it."
"You're part of them, aren't you?" Her whisper is harsh in the quiet of what is downtown Weaverville.
"No, Rey. It's not what you think."
"You said at the cabin that this is a new job—" She hates that she can hear her omega's whine in her voice.
"Sweetheart—I'll have to go if you don't stop." She stills and looks into his eyes. The only lights on in her apartment is the lamp beside her couch. it sheds some light in her bedroom, but even as the last of the pinks and greys help the sun fade into the horizon, it casts a nice evening glow around the room. "On day, I'll tell you everything."
Still, she can see his whiskey-colored eyes staring into her heart. And those eyes of his, and those lips that were made for sinning are pleading with her to please—
"I won't ask anymore. Just promise me that you'll be safe," she begs.
"I promise to do my best to always come back to you."
"I guess," she mutters as she tries not to cry as his words sink in. "I'll have to make do with that." She hasn't eaten yet, so she asks, "Are you hungry?"
"Don't fix anything unless you're going to eat too."
"Yes, I'm starving." She steps back but grabs his hand as she leads him out of the bedroom. A glance at his face and she giggles. "We'll do stuff in a minute, let's eat so we can."
"When you say stuff, you mean sex, right?" Somehow the man, this alpha looks a little lost but sexy and needy all at the same time.
All while her omega is doing flips because her—the alpha that they spent an enjoyable heat with is in their apartment.
"Yes, I mean hot, throw me gently into our nest because I'm tired dang it—"
She stops as he freezes.
"Come here and see if there's anything you'd like to eat," she offers as she opens the refrigerator. He comes to join her but both of them are quiet. "You know what? Yes, I said it—" He meets her eyes with an unspoken question of his own. "Our nest. I've never shared a nest with anyone, remember? And I don't think I want to. I've scented a lot of alphas and none of them make me feel the way you do. I know that we can't commit to each other or whatever it is omegas and alphas do, but for tonight, after I feed you a leftover sandwich and a salad, we're going to have some wild and crazy sex." Her words all come out like water from a waterfall after a week of rain.
For a long moment he doesn't say anything. then the biggest grin appears along with a wink. "When you put it like that—" he steps closer so he's looking over her shoulder. "What ya' got?"
"Mostly leftovers—do you like pizza?"
"Love it."
"Good," she says as she takes out one of the balls of yeast dough, she keeps in here. She turns to face him and with a smirk, she asks, "Since you have those big alpha hands, hold this."
"What is—is that dough?"
"Yes. We're going to make homemade pizza, but I need that warm first." She takes out her pizza stone then turns on the oven. She could probably go down to that kitchen where she knows the ovens are still hot, perfect for a late pizza, but it would break this delicate spell they are weaving.
And as an omega who has missed her alpha too much, she's not about to do that.
Instead, she gets the jar of sauce left over from yesterday's lunch special and pepperoni. Cheese, peppers, mushrooms and ham soon follow. She starts to grate the cheese, she softly commands, "Open the bag—oh wait, spray the stone with the cooking spray. Then dump the dough."
"Dump the dough?" He questions as he sprays the worn stone.
She butters her hands and starts to manipulate what will be their dinner. Years of practice takes over as she coaxes it to fill the shape of the rectangle pan. She grabs the docker and quickly rolls it over the now blank canvas with little pin pricks.
"I thought you were just a baker," he teases.
She looks up at him where he leans against her counter. "Before, this was a pizza joint. That's where I met Rose. Lor said that he was going to retire, and he wanted us to have it. The catch, we had to go to school—to learn to keep it going for years to come. As part of the culinary classes we were taking, one of them was a baking class. To make a long story short, we fell in love with it, bought the building and instead of pizza, we turned it into a bakery and now developing it into a full restaurant."
"It sounds like you two have been very successful."
"We try," she says with a shrug. "If you'll look in that drawer, get the grader and start shredding that cheese."
"I see what you're doing—" he bumps her hip with his. "You bring me up here just to be your sous chef."
"Well, I figure with all those muscles you would be really good at doing what I tell you," she teases right back.
"Somehow this is turning from one kind of fantasy into totally different one," he chuckles with his next breath. "And is it wrong that I think I like it?"
"You should, don't all alphas want to make their omegas happy?" She hears what she said as he hears it as she smells the change in his scent. It spikes into—not something unpleasant but something that could mean the world. Her omega is doing those flips again, because even if she doesn't understand that the change means, her omega clearly thinks it's something good.
But still, she really needs to stop and think before she speaks. Not sure what to do, she does what she does best, feed people. The sauce spreads like butter on hot bread in perfect stokes like Lor taught her years ago. He still hasn't said anything but his scent wraps around her like a blanket on a snowy day. As much as she wants to bask in it and her, err- their nest, her stomach calls her to finish the pizza.
"Now to make the perfect pizza, you put your vegetables on the bottom." The peppers are already cut, so she doesn't have to stop to cut them. She looks for the mushrooms, but Ben is slicing them in perfect pieces.
"See, sous chef."
"Then add them to the pie."
As he does that, she opens the pepperoni, and he gets the ham. They work together as the layer the toppings and he's the one who slides it in the oven while she sets the timer. She opens the refrigerator and stares. "I have milk, beer, tea—" she pauses mid-sentence because his hands that do so many wicked things to her, wrap around her waist as he nuzzles into her waves until he finds her mating gland.
She can feel him breathe, his chest expanding as if he wants to surround her and she wants that more than anything. "Fuck Rey, I've missed you so much."
He closes the door with his foot and with those hands around her waist he picks her up. They don't go far, just to the island behind them. Her legs part, so she can grab his t-shirt to pull him close. Nose to nose, chest to chest knees to waist, then with a gentle smile she pulls her alpha to her lips.
But before she kisses him, she rubs the very tip of her nose with his thus earning herself a wide goofy grin. His hands trail up her sides until he cups her cheeks. He tilts her head just so he can reach her.
Alpha wants us—
Yes, he does, she agrees with her omega.
His lips brush hers as if he of all alphas has to ask for permission when he has to know that she already belongs to him. A tug is all it takes for her to open for him. She exhales and he inhales as their tongues meet. Desperation, frustration and sadness leaves his essence bitter. At that point her omega takes over—she moves until she wraps her arms around him, her fingers find his mating gland. A gentle caress and his taste changes-summer rain after a hot day fills her senses as he relaxes into her touch.
Those hands of his that are still on her hips, fumble with the edge of her shirt. his touch is warm as his fingers dance over her skin as he leaves goose bumps all over. He ghosts over her ribs and pulls her shirt up in the process. But Then he finds that one spot on her side, she pulls out of their kiss with a giggle.
She smiles into his eyes and her heart soars as he returns her grin.
Yep, we could fall in love with this alpha and make all of his dreams come true—
The buzzer on the oven calls out that it's contribution to the evening is finished. "Stay put." He doesn't command or anything like that, but there's a hint of it just underneath his breath.
"Potholders are in the bottom drawer," she adds. He might be her big, strong alpha but she wants him to touch her some more and not spend the evening bandaging him up. He listens and in moments the pan is on top of the stove, cooling.
She starts to scoot to the edge of the island but his hand on her knee—besides reminding her what his touch feels like—stops her. "Let me. Where's the pizza cutter and can I use it on the pan?"
"You can and it's in the top drawer." He quickly finds it, then slices it. "That's almost as good as when I do it."
He cocks his head just so and cuts his eyes at her, of course she giggles. "It's perfect and you know it," he rumbles.
"It is," she agrees. He opens the drawer again. "That's my favorite spatula."
"It's a good spatula." He slides it under the pizza and looks back at her.
"That cabinet," she says as he opens the cabinet beside his head and gets two plates. "I found those plates at a thrift store."
He pauses and looks at the hand painted fine china that looks like it belongs anywhere but here in her little apartment above the bakery. "I like them. They look like the set my Nonna had."
"Really?"
"Mhmm," he hums as he puts pizza on the plates. "Are we going to eat here—"
"No, we can get comfortable. Table or couch?"
"Table?" he answers as she hops off the island.
"I'll get the drinks, you get the pizza?" She asks. He grabs the plates but before she gets the glasses, she adds, "forks?"
"I guess?" He waits for her to fish out some silverware then, together they walk to the table. He goes ahead and sets down the plates, but she walks back to the oven. Potholders and the rest of the pizza, she brings it with her.
"What? I don't want to have to get back up." They chuckle as they sit. It's not until they start to eat when Rey says, "A new job? Why are you working with those dumbass alphas?"
He almost chokes and she has to beat him on the back just so he can breathe again. She hands him his glass of tea, and he drinks until it's gone. When he looks back up, she knows that she has a wide-eyed worried look on her face. "I take it that you don't want to talk about it?"
He scoots so that he's facing her and holds out his hands, palm-side up. Her omega demands that she trust him, so she takes him hands. When their palms touch, she can't help but to whisper, "Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, which mannerly devotion shows in this. For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, and palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss."
She looks up not sure what to expect, but when she does look up, he's got the goofiest grin. "Have not saints lips, and holy palmers, too?"
"Ben?" she whispers, but then she doesn't want to break whatever this is, so she repeats the next line of the play older than anything that she learned freshman year because she thought it was the most romantic thing she's ever heard. Not to mention how Daddy would help her practice because he knew how much she loved it. "Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer."
"Well, then, dear saint, let lips do what hands do. They pray, grant thou, lest faith turn to despair." Ben says the next line like he's convincing her instead of Romeo begging Juliet for a kiss.
"Saints do not move, though grant for prayers' sake." Rey can feel her slick as he woos her with words from long ago, and she remembers what comes next—
"Then move not, while my prayer's effect I take." At this, as he stands, he pulls her to her feet. Then, he lowers his head and claims her kiss. "Thus from my lips, by thine, my sin is purged."
"Then have my lips the sin that they have took?"
"Sin from my lips? O trespass sweetly urged! Give me my sin again," he murmurs as his head lowers again. Instead of stopping, he picks her up. Another giggle against lips as he carries her to her nest.
"Pizza?"
"It can wait—" he promises as he does that thing that only he can do—somehow, he gets them both in her nest without dropping her or tripping. He lays her down in the perfect spot but instead of following her, like she thought he was going to, he asks, "One more time, I want to hear you say it, do you want this? because I'm not going to be able to stop—"
"More than anything—" she admits as he pulls his shirt off over his head. They mirror each other, the urgency makes them hurry until the clothes are now underneath them. She spreads her legs and he's there. He slides in, while he bites a nipple. A moan as she arches her back, and he moves until he can't. Hips flush against hers, she almost sobs at how good he feels.
We missed alpha. He missed us. He needs us.
"Can I come inside you?" He utters as he folds himself over her, in a very classic alpha pose. His forehead rests against hers, their breaths mingle as she lifts her hips up to meet his thrusts.
"Please—" feels harsh but only because her orgasm is crashing over her like a wave in a hurricane.
"Baby—sweetheart—" she hears in her ear. "I'm sorry—" he groans as he stills. She can feel him pulsing as he empties inside. He doesn't move, but he doesn't knot her either as he relaxes on top of her. Omegas are built to hold their alphas just like this. He did this several times at the cabin, and truth, she's missed this. then- this, outside of a heat, feels amazing.
He shifts his hips and rolls over. She doesn't have time to miss him because he tugs her to his side. He even has one of the blankets ready to cover them. Not that it's cold, but the thin summer throw is perfect for the purpose they need it for.
"You feel amazing." She covers his legs with hers and her arm across his chest.
She loves the way his hand feels on her shoulder as he pulls her even closer. "No, you do."
"Mhmm—"she hums. "We should have brought the pizza."
She loves his laugh, full of life and joy, fills her apartment and her heart. What she wouldn't give to hear that every day.
"Omega—" he whispers against her skin.
"Alpha—" she purrs.