Skye knew it was a risk but absolutely didn't care.

Things had been going well, they had one mission with this chick called Amador. May continued to operate in over-protective mode with her, especially when the van crashed with both of her omegas in it but at least she was keeping her distance. Training was going well, even if she could tell the difference between the safety and magazine release yet…

It was getting harder to resist her…horniness recently. Her mind kept drifting in important meetings and May was always right there. She was like a dehydrated walker in the desert, but one looking at an oasis but not touching it. There was only so much she could relieve on her own, but immediately after she'd be needy aching again. So, although Skye hadn't planned this. Miles getting onto SHIELD's radar was opportune timing.

She had lost Ward's tail on her, managed to evade May with a dozen excuses and slipped into Miles' house without a hitch. It smelled the same as always, and she knew from the footsteps outside that he'd evaded them too.

"Are you sure you lost them?" Skye asked, crossing her arms as he closed the door behind him. He looked the same as always, cute curly hair and puppy dog eyes.

"Yeah," Miles answered, dropping his bag by the door, "Had to pull out all the stops though."

"You could have ruined everything. You dumbass," Skye seethed, clenching her jaw as he just stared at her dumbly, like she hadn't texted him earlier and just shown up at his place.

"Yeah, but I'm your dumbass," Miles teased cockily, a smirk on his lips as he stalked toward her.

"You're not my anything," Skye protested, even as he advanced towards her and his hands landed on her hips. She leaned into the touch, she couldn't help it. Her mind was only on chasing the pleasure of hands on her skin.

As he nuzzled his face into her neck, and as she breathed in his familiar scent, she sighed. It didn't do nearly enough to satisfy the buzzing under her skin, but it was better than nothing. His fingers began to undo the buttons on her shirt, and she couldn't bring herself to stop him, only place her hands at the side of his neck and pull him in for a kiss. She let herself melt under the beta's touch, skin singing with the attention but the back of her mind warning her that this was indeed, a very bad idea.

May had her suspicions, especially when Skye made some unlikely excuses and slipped away from the group. She wanted to believe in the omega, but current evidence was not in her favour.

She crept silently into the house, the scent of Skye still lingering in the living room. A moan sounded out near her and she snapped her head over to it – anger flaring. Surely not. The bedroom was to the right – she peered in through the dirty glass. A rush of adrenaline flooded May as she saw her omega in the filthy beta's bedroom.

Her omega was stripped to her underwear, Miles' tongue in her mouth, his hands on the bare skin of her hips, and she reeked of his beta scent. May saw red, a deep possessive growl rumbling from her throat as she slammed the door open. He needed to get his hands off what was hers. Natasha's thunderous growl echoed in her head in harmony.

They broke apart with a start. He tried to cover Skye with his body but May easily tore him away from her. She ignored Skye's yelp as she knocked him unconscious, his form crumpling to the floor.

Skye at least had enough sense to look nervous, her shirt clutched in her hands as she stared wide-eyed at May. May advanced on her, growl still rumbling in her chest as she ripped the shirt from Skye's hands and grabbed her by the shoulders, shoving her back until she hit the wall.

"You smell like him," May snarled.

Skye glared at her, May glared back, just as vehemently. Skye refused to break eye contact, despite May knowing that every omega gene in her must be screaming that she should submit.

"What am I, Skye?" she demanded, crowding her closer into the wall until there was only an inch between their noses.

Skye pushed against May's chest, trying to push her back a step, but May grabbed her wrists pinning them above her head with one hand. Her grip was firm and unrelenting under Skye's futile attempts to release them. She growled her warning, daring Skye to keep pushing her. There was no thought in her mind than reminding Skye of her place. She was hurt, and she was angry, and Skye was still ignoring her.

The omega finally broke eye contact, unable to bear the almost physical pain of resisting. She looked away and May descended on her throat, nose nuzzling against her mating gland and teeth scraping the area that was hers to take.

Skye growled, the sound building dangerously in her chest in long, low rumbles as her face contorted into a snarl – trying to warn the Alpha away even in her predicament. May responded, growling even louder, and far more aggressive and with even more power than before.

Skye couldn't help but shiver and a whimper escaped her throat. May's teeth felt exciting, dangerous, against her mating gland and she was fired up and angry, but May was powerful and domineering, and her mind was screaming at her to stop but half of her was goading May on, challenging her to do it.

May tightened her grip on the omega's wrists. Skye's heart thundered in her chest.

"Submit," May commanded, voice dripping with authority, "I am your Alpha."

Her teeth clamped down around the mating gland, and her knee came up between Skye's legs, pressing into her centre, barely covered by her thin panties. Skye squirmed against the knee, the same dull ache in her core alighting. May's scent was overpowering, every instinct wanted her to show her neck, spread her legs, kneel for May – to submit.

The rational part of her knew she could stop this. She should her neck, relax, show the alpha she understood she'd fucked up, but this was raw, primal and she wanted to fight. She straightened up as best as she could – and snarled.

May bit down, teeth sinking through the fragile skin as she claimed her. Skye yelped as a sharp nip of pain flooded through her neck, the familiar snap in her chest binding her to May. May's fingers dug into her bare hips. Everything was May and overwhelming, but she finally let go. The alpha sent deliberate pheromones of power over the omega, feeling the muscles in Skye's body finally relent under her as she relaxed. The force of May's dominating claim washed over her, and she whined softly, tilting her neck to the side to give the Alpha better access.

Even with the submissive gesture, May did not release Skye's neck and instead pressed a little harder – tearing through the fragile skin of the scent gland. She could feel the familiar snap of the bond forming between them, and her fingers roamed over as much of Skye's skin as she could, intoxicated by the feeling under her fingertips.

She pulled her teeth back, Skye whining sharply as they retracted from the mark. May purred to calm her, carefully licking over the puncture site, relieving Skye of any residual pain. Skye kept her gaze on the floor – neck still exposed in submission. May rubbed her cheek along Skye's neck, pressed her body up against her, making absolutely sure to rub off as much of her own scent onto the omega as possible. Satisfaction settling in her chest as Miles' stench was replaced by her stronger scent.

She captured Skye's lips in a deep kiss, claiming her mouth with her tongue. Skye moaned into the kiss, pressing as close to May as she could, given her arms were still firmly trapped above her. May pulled back, pressing a wet hot kiss just under Skye's ear.

Skye gasped, and May could sense the strong presence of her arousal thrumming through the bond. Skye pushed her hips out, gyrating her hips against May, desperate to get more of friction and touch May any way she could. May chuckled, gripping Skye's upper thigh to keep her in place. The omega whimpered.

"Shh," May soothed, "You're not ready to be a good girl yet."

Skye shook her head rapidly as if denying that statement. May raised an amused eyebrow, pressing another hard kiss to Skye's lips. May let go of her restraint on Skye's hands, bringing her wrists down and rubbing them gently to soothe them.

May's phone rang in her pocket. She pulled away from Skye to answer, missing the contact as soon as she did. Apparently, Skye did too, because she hugged herself, looking like she was trying her best not to reach out. May sighed, she took out her phone but tugged Skye into her chest. She pressed answer on the display, as her hand stroked gently down the smooth expanse of Skye's tanned torso. She felt Skye curl her fist into her top.

"May? Where are you? The suspect got away, has Skye been in contact with him? Ward said she slipped away."

"I have her," May said, tightening her grip on the girl. She glanced down to the unconscious suspect, unable to stop her lip curling in disgust, "And I've got him. I'll text you the address." She ended the call and then texted the address.

She gently reached out a finger, hooking it under Skye's chin to bring them eyelevel again. This time, Skye's gaze was much more respectful, and May purred in approval.

"I'm sorry," Skye began, "I didn't mean to-" May pressed a finger to her lips, silencing her.

"You're going to put your clothes on, sit down on the bed, and put your hands out in front of you," May ordered, her voice calm but with no room for argument.

Skye did as she was told, meekly, shrugging on her clothes and sitting down on the bed, looking lost. May felt her burning desire for comfort in the bond and had to fight against her instinct to coddle her and do more to take the edge off. This wasn't how markings were supposed to go, but omegas also weren't supposed to go running to any old beta after they'd scented their mate – especially after meeting their alpha.

"Hands," May reminded her strictly. Skye jumped, jolting out of her daze. She brought her hands up and May snapped on the handcuffs from her back pocket. Skye winced as the cold metal encircled her wrists.

Skye barely acknowledged the unconscious Miles next to her. Good. May reached toward her shirt.

"You missed a button," May explained, and Skye let her fix the top buttons of the shirt, not meeting May's eyes for the first time since they'd met.

May tugged her out into the living room, away from the scene of her crime, before sitting down on the sofa and pulling her into her lap. May couldn't help herself. Skye did such an excellent job of looking like a kicked puppy. Honestly, it was probably a good thing she was so feisty most of the time, or May wouldn't be able to get any work done.

It wasn't quite as satisfying as the skin-to-skin contact had been, but it still felt good to hold the pliant omega in her arms. Skye tucked herself into a ball, clinging to her and nuzzling her nose into May's neck. She was hiding inside the crook of her neck, even as Coulson strolled through the door with the team in tow.

He did nothing but raise an eyebrow at the fresh mark on Skye's neck, simply taking the scene in his stride. May knew he could guess what had occurred – from the half-naked unconscious suspect to Skye's mark and the handcuffs on her wrists.

They glinted in the dim light, visible even from where Skye had them tucked up closely against May's chest.

"You look good in handcuffs," May whispered, lips ghosting the shell of her upper ear. Skye shivered and didn't even make a witty remark in return. Interesting.

She stroked a hand through Skye's hair, watching the team rummage through Miles' house. Jemma hovered anxiously, glancing between them as worried her lip. May explained calmly through the bond, but Jemma still looked concerned.

"We should head out," Ward said, "Nothing else here. Take them in for questioning."

May made a move to stand but Skye actually whined, pressing closer and squeezing her tighter from where her fingers found purchase on May's shirt. It was equally as adorable as it was frustrating.

"Skye, we have to move," May urged, knowing she couldn't exactly carry Skye all the way back to the BUS. She felt rather than heard Skye's prolonged sigh before she detached herself from May's neck, face forlorn as she untangled their limbs and slid to her feet.

May pulled her tightly towards her waist, contact which was necessary anyway given Skye could hurt herself if she tripped while handcuffed.

They traipsed out and into the waiting SUV, Coulson wordlessly sliding into the driving seat so Skye could cuddle up to May in the back.

She'd blocked out everyone but Jemma after the marking, but now she let their concerned chatter through – calming down an alarmed Maria, an irate Nat and a stunned Bobbi as she stroked Skye's hair.

May didn't have it in her to be angry anymore. She just wanted to make things better again.

Usually, protocol dictated an interrogation suspect be place in the cage – they'd have sat Skye with Miles and let them hash it out until they found out the truth. However, May did not want to leave Skye with that guy and Skye stuck to her side like glue. So, they compromised, Skye still handcuffed but curled up on May in the living area. Jemma perched anxiously on the arm of the chair, before May gently encouraged her to sit on the floor in front of them. Skye's anxiety must be rubbing off on her too.

As lovely as it was to hold Skye, it was like bracing for a thunderstorm on the horizon. She appeared to have a rather extreme reaction to the bond, which concerned all of them. May surmised it was due to her guilt around Miles and the length of time Skye had been trying to resist before this. May was certain that once the endorphins wore off Skye would be back to her normal stubborn self.

Skye confessed everything she knew about Miles, and the bond was enough for May to tell it was the truth, it was exceedingly hard to trick your own alpha, and Skye wasn't even trying. She didn't know anything about the hack, and it was quickly established she wasn't a threat to the team. Just…misguided.

"I forgive you," May murmured to Skye, even as Ward stomped around ranting about 'anarchist hackers' selling out to 'unknown corporations.'

Indeed, it was far easier for May to forgive Skye for falling back on old habits with her ex, than to forgive herself for losing control and marking her before she was ready. Like many times in life, she wished they weren't so prone to their instincts, but she should have been better than that.

'I forgive you,' May repeated, shifting to reach out through the bond instead and Skye stared at her blankly, 'I'm not angry. We can fix this. We've got Miles in custody now and we'll find Centipede. That's not your fault.'

It didn't seem to get through to her, but May would keep trying.

May managed to coax Skye away from her long enough to allow her to help them track down Chan and then gain access to the schematics in the building. It was tough to face Chan and leave Skye in Ward's care, every instinct within her telling her to protect the omega at all costs – leading her into danger was going against everything.

But it was necessary, and it was her job.

They watched from the safety of outside as the explosion erupted from the shoot – Chan didn't make it, but at least they had another potential lead on Centipede. She held Skye's hand tightly – the mark on Skye's neck already beginning to heal over into the familiar silvery pattern matching Jemma's.

Skye still had guilt rolling off her in waves.

'She's still hiding something' Nat sighed, voice flooding through May's head.

'I know,' May said, drawing Skye tighter to her side, 'Any ideas?'

'If I were there, I'd probably get it out of her in 10 seconds' Nat shrugged 'but Fury's got me on this damn mission and it's only just getting exciting.'

'How long do you think it'll last?'

'Longer than I want it to,' Nat grumbled, 'Bobbi's second best at interrogations though. I'm sure Maria could send her over to you?'

'Or you could just ask Skye' Hill cut in, and they could feel the eye roll.

'No fun.' Nat replied lightly. She cut the connection quickly, likely to focus on whatever mission Fury had sent her on. It'd been a long stint, and everyone missed her dearly, but unfortunately it was rare they were all in the same room together.

May was grateful Coulson seemed to be on the same page as them, eager to hear Skye out before making any real decision. They knew she wasn't working for Miles or Centipede, but that didn't mean she hadn't been hacking into things she shouldn't.

He let May join the meeting in his office – admittedly after stopping her from biting Miles' head off. Skye still looked a little lost and May's heart ached for her.

"You have a secret, Skye, and we need to know it," Coulson said sternly.

The girl held back tears, reaching into her bra to take out an SD card. May frowned as she set it on the desk.

"It's everything I have," Skye sniffed, as Coulson scanned it in and a few sparse receipts and documents flickered onto the screen.

"On us?" May asked softly.

Skye shook her head, "On me."

There was one single document, SHIELD stamped from 1989. A record of a child dropped off at St Agnes' Orphanage. Every important detail was heavily redacted.

"That's why I learned to crack systems, why I joined the Rising Tide," Skye continued, "To find any details I could about my parents. There's nothing. No records. There's no trace of them. My lifelong search has led to a single document, redacted."

"By SHIELD," May filled in. Suddenly, everything she'd gathered about Skye made an awful lot more sense. Devotion to uncovering the 'truth', reluctance to accept emotional support, stubbornness about just about anything.

It had seemed strange – ironic even - for an anarchist hacker to be place with such a loyal pack of SHIELD agents, but fate works in mysterious ways.

Skye's eyes turned hard – determined, "No matter what you do, I'll never stop looking."

May didn't doubt that one bit.

"You might not like what you find," Coulson said softly.

"It can't be worse than what I've imagined," Skye retorted, voice thick with tears.

"Maybe we can help," May interjected.

Skye looked down, stubborn set to her jaw. May narrowed her eyes, she could sense an argument on the horizon, but Coulson clearly did too, because he interjected.

"Regardless," Coulson said, "I'll require you to wear this from now on," he handed her an internet nanny bracelet, "So we know you're not digging into other restricted files."

Skye sighed, but took it without complaint, snapping it around her wrist. It clicked on with a loud, resounding click.

"I'll leave you two to it," Coulson said, glancing between them before hurrying out of the office. He'd promised Steve a phone call anyway.

"Why didn't you come to us with this earlier?" May asked, crossing her arms.

And with Skye's glare, the spell must've been broken.

"How was I supposed to know you'd take me seriously?" Skye said, "I thought everything had to be about focusing on the 'mission', putting personal life aside?"

"Because it's important to you," May replied calmly, "We can get Maria to look into the file."

"Yeah, and how do I know Deputy Hill Level 10 won't decide to keep it from me?" Skye retaliated, "Like some 'let's protect the poor omega from the truth' bullshit?"

Perhaps without realising it Skye was projecting her anger through the bond, and May could detect the hurt driving it.

"Skye," May growled warningly.

"No, don't Skye me," she retorted, "Just because we're bonded now, doesn't mean I have to listen to you 24/7."

"No, you don't have to listen," May snapped, "But we're trying to help you."

"The only person I can rely on is myself," Skye bit back, chest rising and falling angrily. May took a deep breath, calming herself before she could say something she would regret.

Her emotions were coming off in turmoil, tears welling up in her eyes until her head fell forward into her hands and her shoulders shook with her sobs.

After May had marked her, Skye hadn't been able to stay away from her. Something in her was drawn to the safety and security of her alpha's arms and the world was crumbling around her. She messed up with Miles, messed up with the team, messed up with the mission, messed up with mates - and May was her only fixed point.

She was grateful Coulson let her stay, but then she was angry at May. Angry at the world. Angry at everyone making promises and angry that she felt safe with her when that could be a lie and - it was too overwhelming.

She hadn't meant to breakdown, but it was happening – big fat sobs rising from her chest that only got worse the more she tried to stop them. May's comforting arms were surrounding her before she could think.

Her head felt hot and stuffy, eyes stinging with the tears, throat clammy. May's hands were gentle, secure as she held her to her chest.

"I'm sorry," May murmured softly, startling Skye. Sorry for what? "I shouldn't have marked you. I just…I want you as mine, Skye. The whole pack do."

Skye sniffed, and clung harder to May but still couldn't bring herself to reply. She wasn't even sure how she felt. Tired, wound-up, lost?

"Can you feel that?" May whispered.

Skye tries to decipher what May was asking her to feel. It was hard through the fog of confusion in her mind, but there was something. She concentrated, tears stopping as she furrowed her brow.

It was like a cocoon around her – concern, worry…and something warm that was entirely unexpected. Skye was afraid to name it.

"It's a feedback loop," May explained, "It's what I'm feeling. Partly me. Partly the pack too."

Skye nodded. It was warm, and welcoming and entirely forgiving. She didn't feel like she deserved it, but it wasn't as scary to feel so much from other people as she thought it would be. She'd heard about loops and projecting as a kid, but she always thought it would be scary – she didn't want anyone to feel what she was feeling.

It felt comforting, connected. Psychologists had multiple theories about why multiple people can bond, what the benefits were. The popular opinion was that it was simply human. Human to want to feel connected. To feel linked to each other, solid ground as steady as May's heartbeat under her ear.

"What do you want us to do, Skye?" May murmured, her hand stroking calmly through Skye's hair – fingers scraping over her scalp in a way that had Skye almost purring.

Now that whatever that was, was over. She hadn't been in that much emotional upheaval since her pre-teen days. She was ready to curl up.

"I don't know," Skye admitted, face still muffled into May's chest.

"Okay," May said softly, "Okay. We'll just take this to bed, okay? It's been a long day."

Skye nodded, somewhat frustrated with herself for being clingy again, but May wasn't angry with her and although it was entirely omega of her, she followed her lead.

Smut scene ahead contains: spanking, kneeling, gags, vibrators, cunnilingus, facesitting, strap-ons, (btw I'm thinking of only including certain female alpha stuff like knots into ruts/heats rather than all the time, so the smut isn't always ABO)

May was reclined in her bunk reading some novel on her tablet, her hand lazily trailing down Skye's side. Jemma was busy reading some science magazine on her other side, the national geographic, and Skye was supposed to be watching her favourite show. It was admittedly, a hot pile of trash, but Skye loved it all the same.

It would be fine, if she could concentrate on the damned show and not feel an increasing desperation surge within her to have May on top of her. Those fingers trailing over her in other places.

"What's wrong with me," Skye growled in frustration, puhing away her laptop, running a hand down her face. May glanced at her over the top of the tablet.

"What do you mean?" May asked.

Skye shook her head, looking away from May's lips, "It's fine. It's nothing."

"Okay," May shrugged, going back to the reading. Her hand shifted to trail over Skye's ankle instead, stroking the skin there lightly.

Skye squirmed, biting her lip as her panties got increasingly wetter. She didn't understand why she was flitting between sad to horny so quickly, but she was definitely feeling horny now.

She tried to concentrate on the episode again, but May's fingers were making pleasant shivers wrack her body and she could only think of how good they might feel inside… She shifted uncomfortably.

May chuckled lowly, before setting the tablet aside, "Alright," she said, patting her lap, "Come 'ere."

Skye frowned, but her clouded thoughts wanted nothing more than to get in May's lap. So, when May raised a questioning eyebrow, Skye got up and crawled into her lap, facing May. She looked at May's lips again, for the third time that night, and realised they had never actually kissed.

May seemed to be waiting on her, and her wild side seemed to be goading her on, so Skye leant in, capturing May's lips with her own.

It was the permission May needed, she deepened the kiss immediately, moaning into Skye's mouth as her hands came up to tangle in her hair. The ache in Skye's core grew as she deepened the kiss, pushing into her and pulling her back by the hand in her hair. Her tongue was wicked, slipping into Skye's mouth to take control of the kiss, sliding over hers with ease.

Skye pulled back, a little dazed and May descended on her throat. May mouthed at her mating mark, pleasure shooting straight to her clit from her soft lips and kitten licks on the area. A moan escaped before she could clamp her teeth shut.

"Not long before we'll have to worry about heats," May murmured, "Your hormones are going crazy already."

"Is that why I feel so..ahh…all of over the place?" Skye garbled out around a moan.

"Uh huh," May hummed, concentrating on building Skye's pleasure up from just her tongue on her erogenous zone. Skye couldn't help grinding down on her, feeling an impossible amount of pleasure building inside from just the simple gesture. The orgasm was building, and she chased it, squeezing her eyes shut as her aching pussy pulsed and clenched on thin air. She was getting there, with every swipe of her alpha's tongue against the mark, impossibly, but somehow and –

May pulled back.

Skye whimpered, she couldn't help it, she was so close. May chuckled, tucking a fallen strand of Skye's hair out of her face. Next to them, she could feel Jemma watching with rapt attention – the magazine discarded completely. Now that she wasn't in the throes of pleasure, she could smell the scent of their arousal in the air too. It was mouth-watering.

"So, you want to cum, do you?" May asked, a hand trailing down Skye's face. Skye, although slightly embarrassed, nodded.

"Get out of those pajamas," May ordered, "And bend over my lap."

Skye's face flushed redder, even though this was admittedly, something she had seen coming.

"Unless you don't want to cum of course," May shrugged, her hand running down Skye's torso, and slipping up under her shirt to caress her lower stomach, just above her waistband.

"I could just make Jemma cum, over and over," May teased, "And you could watch."

Skye shivered, those fingertips skimming ever so lightly over her skin, just enough to leave a sensuous path in their wake. May pulled her hands away completely.

"Up to you."

Skye was caught. She was aching, and wet and needy, and May had her wrapped around her pinky. She knew May's threats were not empty, and she knew May was the only one who could give her what she craved.

She slid off May's lap. Stripping her top straight off her head in the sexiest most teasing way she knew, biting her lip to give May that extra flare. If May wanted this, she was going to give her something to remember. May's eyes watching intensely as she unclasped her bra and tossed that into the corner of the room too. It gave her some satisfaction to ruin the tidy space, but evidently May couldn't care less because she was staring at Skye like she was the best thing she'd ever seen.

Skye shimmied out of her pajama bottoms, and as she took off her panties, a rush of air blew over her very wet pussy. May chuckled and scooted to sit on the edge of the bed.

"You really are wet," she commented, "And gorgeous."

Skye felt warmth in her heart under the pure honesty of the praise. Judging from the feedback flooding through the bond May was horny as hell.

Dreading this next part, but secretly thrilled, Skye approached May, folding herself over her lap. Her stomach resting on May's knees and arms tucked up under her head. Jemma was watching intensely, squirming in her place.

"I've been wanting to do this since you backtalked me in the cage," May said, running a hand over Skye's ass in way that had her coiled tight with anticipation.

"Count," May ordered, bringing her hand up and smacking it down onto her ass open palm. Skye squeaked at the impact, a light sting on her ass where her palm landed, although she knew this was 10% of May's strength.

"Skye," May muttered a warning, and before she could do anything else Skye muttered, "One."

May brought down the strikes with quick, well calculated precision. And each smack was enough to make Skye jolt and yelp and bite her lip. May's strong hand on her lower back keeping a squirming Skye in place. May aimed another smack to the same sore spot, Skye's face reddening almost as much as her ass.

"Fifteen," Skye counted quietly, relieved when May rubbed against the spot and tapped her ass, "Up."

Skye unfolded herself and rose to her feet, resisting the urge to rub the sore spots. May reached forward, running a cheeky finger between Skye's dripping folds, taking great pleasure in the way Skye leant forward desperate for more. It was no secret now just how turned on that made Skye – it was dripping down her thigh.

"Kneel," May ordered, and Skye knelt.

May marvelled at the sight before her, rising to her feet and somewhat stunned Skye had listened. Skye had no thought on her mind, but chasing that craving and getting May.

"Good girl," she cooed, bringing her hand up to cup Skye's face. Skye leant into it, humming at the touch.

"You stay right there."

May turned around, rummaging through a drawer before producing a leather bit gag. Skye startled, but May turned to Jemma – beckoning her with the crook of her finger. Jemma obediently slid forward, opening her mouth to accept the gag.

"Jemma can never stay quiet," May explained, strapping the gag snug around Jemma's head, "Comfortable?"

Jemma nodded enthusiastically. Skye could see her eyes alight with excitement. May turned back to her, a hand running calmly to her neck, grasping lightly at the scruff of her neck. Enough pressure to remind Skye of her dominance. Skye tilted her head, submitting willingly. May smiled indulgently.

"I should put you in a collar," May suggested, "Instead of this bracelet."

"You wouldn't," Skye gasped.

May raised an eyebrow, "I most certainly could. We could get Fitz to design something special, couldn't we, Jemma?"

Jemma made an adorable little agreeing sound – as enthusiastically as she could, given the leather in her mouth.

"But you'll be good, right?" May said, and Skye nodded, "Good. Up on the bed then, keep your hands clasped above your head, I don't want to see them drop."

Skye hurried into the position asked of her, pulling her hands up above her head. May watched, tapping on Skye's inner thigh to get her to open wider, wider – perfect. Skye watched eagerly as May stripped Jemma of her cute little turtle pajamas. May stripped too – with as little fanfare as Skye would expect of May.

She had a beautiful body and an actual 6 pack of abs. Skye had never seen abs on a woman before, and it made May absolutely breathtaking. May reached into the drawer – gesturing for Jemma to take a seat next to Skye's head and positioned a vibrator just underneath Jemma's clit. Obediently Jemma bore down on it, as the muted sound of buzzing filled the air. Skye was instantly jealous – she was so wound up.

"You can be quiet, can't you?" May said, climbing onto the bed and settling in between Skye's thighs. Skye clenched her fist as May's breath skimmed against her, tensing in anticipation. She nodded.

May wasted no time in attacking her clit with her tongue, rubbing short little circles into her clit with the precision of someone able to diffuse a bomb. Skye rolled her hips, eager to meet and increase the friction. Jemma's little pants and muffled moans didn't help, and Skye could swear she was getting feedback through her too.

She was building up incredibly quickly, a keen whine slipping from her lips when May pressed harder.

May stopped abruptly, Skye whimpered, the pleasure dissipating torturously.

"Give her mouth something to do," May ordered to Jemma. Jemma nodded, abandoning the vibrator to swing her legs either side of Skye's head. She looked down anxiously at Skye, worried for her reaction, but Skye wasted no time diving between her folds.

It was different, concentrating on getting Jemma off, while May worked magic on her clit. A finger slid inside her and she bucked and moaned but it was muffled by Jemma. It was beautiful, her and Jemma and May and feeling them as much as they could feel her and she built up to the most intense orgasm she thinks she's ever felt.

"Cum," May ordered them both.

It crested over her, just with May's words, just as Jemma let out a strangled moan. She bucked and twitched and felt waves washing over her. She clenched around May's finger but May crooked it and a whole other wave threw her over. Jemma pulled away, oversensitive as she panted heavily. Skye grinned, as May pulled away, ecstasy thrumming through her veins.

"Good," May smiled at them both, "On all fours."

Skye glanced to Jemma, already exhausted. Jemma smiled, as wide as she could over the gag. Skye was about to follow instructions, regardless.

"Actually Skye," May interrupted, rummaging around in the drawers. She held up a second gag, dangling it in front of her, "Wouldn't want to wake the whole plane."

Skye gulped, she'd rarely done that before. 'If anything is a problem' May reminded her in her mind, 'You tell me.'

She nodded, crawling forward at May's gesture.

"Open," May ordered and she did, accepting the soft leather into her mouth. May strapped it snugly around her head, "Good?" Skye nodded that it was.

"On all fours then," May reminded her. Skye got on her hands and knees next to Jemma, looking forward to chasing that amazing orgasm again. The gag added an extra element too, something that felt thrilling. Trust it to be her mates that were super kinky, even by alpha standards.

She could see May strapping on a reasonably sized dildo – a second one in her hand. Skye didn't have to guess which was for who.

May adjusted to be behind her, lining the dildo up to her entrance. Skye felt the tip nudge into her, held her breath, before May was pushing inside – filling her up. Skye moaned wantonly, pushing back onto May as she finally, finally got what she had really been craving. It filled her up, Skye almost sighing at the sensation.

May wasted no time in thrusting forward, pumping in and out at an almost punishing pace but Skye was more than ready – each time May pulled out she grated against her g-spot in a way that had her falling apart at the seams.

She must be working Jemma over too, since Jemma was bucking and moaning at the same pace. May moved faster, Skye feeling the build, at the back of her mind, singing through her veins, connecting her to May and then there was that pull, the tug, the moment of crescendo and –

She gasped, pulsing and clenching down onto May's metaphorical cock. May grunted, and absently Skye knew she must be riding on the feedback through her. Skye felt herself coil, pulse and twitch and another wave broke before she fell limp. May almost collapsed on top of her but pulled out.

May pressed gentle kisses to both of their lips as she unstrapped their gags. Skye felt clammy, unaware at the time of how much exertion it had been. Gently, and discreetly, May guided them both to the showers, not complaining at all when both could barely fight to keep their eyes open.

She soon had them snuggled up to her in bed, wet hair plastered across her chest but May held them as close as she could. Skye sighed contently, eyes falling shut quickly as May's scent carrying her into sweet dreams.