Charlie slipped the keycard into the door, fumbling a bit as she grabbed the handle and pushed Santana into the room. The action caused them to finally part for a minute, and she took that moment to kick the door closed, not taking her eyes off Santana. She didn't even have to order Santana to strip, her future mate doing that immediately and on her own accord. It pleased her that her mate was desperate for her and she couldn't help but note that Santana had prepared for this if the red lacey bra she was sporting was any indication. Santana had put a lot of time into this even if she would later deny it, but she had chosen that bra to entice her. She hadn't needed too, her smell alone would have done the trick, and even if it hadn't Santana was stunning.

Santana let out a frustrated whine as she worked on her pants. She needed to get them off, the throbbing between her legs was nearly unbearable. It was Charlie's fault of course, and she knew that Charlie had done this on purpose. The alpha had made her sit in her wetness, stewing in her desire after their failed attempt to do it in the back of Quinn's jeep. Things were quickly escalating when Charlie had stopped the action and demanded—no that wasn't quite right, she had announced that they were going to change venues. Apparently doing it in her sister's car was not a major turn on for her. Mentally she couldn't blame her, but the aching needy throbbing between her thighs certainly did. She had never been so wet, drenched in fact, let alone so needy. The whole thing screamed of a power maneuver, but thing was she didn't really care. "Will you get on with it already? I'm beginning to think that you're all talk!" She can't help but get out.

She can't help the smirk that seems to have made a permanent home on her face, Santana was desperate for her. She had made the right call in retaking the upper hand. What type of alpha would she be if she let their first time be in the back of some musty old car where Quinn had mated with Rachel a million times before. No, even now in their frenzied rush, she would make sure that this would be memorable, that Santana felt cherished and loved. Her eyes danced with amusement as she slowly pulled her own clothes off, until she was just standing there in boxers. She didn't care that there was a massive tent in her black boxer-briefs.

She takes a step forward, hesitating only long enough to give Santana a moment to agree that this was what she really wanted. When she sees the nod she enters Santana's personal space and kisses her deeply wrapping an arm around her waist pulling her closer letting Santana's scent wash all over her. She breaks the kiss after a moment, her eyes dark with lust as she pushes Santana onto the bed. Her father had undersold it, Santana was intoxicating. "Fuck.".

Santana feels her back hit the mattress and she quickly hooks her thumbs in between the material of her ruined thong and shimmies out of it. There's a part of her that wants to, needs Charlie to claim her right now and be done with it, but she wasn't going to allow that to happen. Charlie's on the bed beside her and the alpha's scent is almost overwhelming, "You promised—no mating," she's panting now, and she lets out an embarrassing mewl when Charlie's fingers drag along her folds. Her body bucks, it's like lightning and no matter how many times she masturbated while she was in heat, it had never felt like that.

"Yeah," Charlie replied, it didn't sound particularly convincing to her but she didn't care as she brings her drenched fingers to her lips and tastes it. She lets out a groan, the smell the taste—she was right, Santana was her mate. It would take all her willpower, to simply not mount her and try and push the mate bond on her. She moves quickly pinning Santana to the bed easily and begins to grind against Santana's opening, her boxer getting wet and she groans.

The teasing was maddening, all she wanted right now was for Charlie to flip her over and fuck her, hard, fast. She didn't care if this was her first time, she wanted it to be rough. She craved the desperation. "What the hell are you waiting for? A fucking invitation? Fuck me!" She snaps, the desperation getting to her, and she watches as Charlie's hazel eyes meet hers for a moment and she almost hates how pleased and amused the alpha looks.

Charlie pulls back her eyes still locked on Santana, and pulls off her boxers freeing her nine inch dick, a proud smile on her face when Santana's eyes widen a bit. She was an alpha, they were always a bit on the big side and she was happy with what was between her legs as she drags it against Santana's wet pussy, slicking it up slowly. "I'm not sure if you're ready for me—" she begins, it takes all her effort to simply not just slide her dick into Santana in one go.

"You're an asshole, will you just get to work and—" A moan erupts from Santana's lips as Charlie begins to tease her clit with her dick and she bites her lip hard, trying to control the embarrassing noises that are coming from her mouth. She couldn't be the one making those noises. She just couldn't be. And maybe it's Charlie's scent, or the maddening teasing that she's doing with that dick of hers but Santana can't help the small orgasm that happens, more wetness gushing out of her already wet pussy. "Oh fuck—fuck." So this was what it was like being with your mate.

Charlie groans, her mate is so receptive to her touch and she can't wait any longer, as she pushes the tip of her dick into Santana. "Tight," she grunts. It feels amazing. "So fucking tight," Charlie groans slowly pushing more of herself into Santana. She begins to rock her hips back and forth, pushing more and more of herself into Santana with every thrust taking her time enjoying the sensations of Santana's pussy gripping onto her dick, resisting every time she attempts to pull back. Charlie eyes Santana carefully, she wasn't a fan of this position normally, but she needed to make sure that her mate was okay, and this position helped her avoid acting on her burning desire to bite Santana, marking her—claiming her as her mate. Finally her hips collide into Santana's and she realizes she's all the way in. She shivers and tears her eyes away from Santana's for a moment and looks at the ceiling. She needed to get control of herself, she wasn't going to mate with her mate today. She counts to ten in her head before her hands move down to Santana's outer thighs resting there.

She's never felt so full, or so good, the way that Charlie fills her. Every single thrust into her had lit up her nerve endings, causing a cascade of pleasure. She begins to moan lowly, as Charlie suddenly starts to fuck her. At first the thrusts are gentle and it leaves her aching for more, but quickly they begin to pick up speed and force, slamming into her causing her voice to pick up several decibels as her moans become louder. "Oh fuck—goddamnit, this is your fault—fuck, fuck, fuck—please fuck me harder! I fucking need it—it's your damn fault so fix it—"

Charlie growls and shifts her body as she pulls out and pushes herself back in hard, causing Santana to scream in pleasure as she feels her pussy clamping down on her dick as she cums hard. Her pussy spasming as it gushed out more liquid squirting over her lower abdomen, the scent was driving her wild and she opened her mouth to lean forward and claim her mate. Stopping herself by slamming her hand onto her mouth. Santana was going to be the death of her she could already tell and she was perfectly okay with that.

"Fuck—harder, yes like that—keep fucking me, pound it. Yes, oh fuck yes." She's babbling now, she doesn't care Charlie's still working her hips and she barely recognizes the strain she's putting Charlie who had a firm hand on her mouth and was letting out muffled grunts of pleasure. Her body is wracked with another orgasm, and another one hits and soon she's lost track of how many she's had. It's almost impossible to tell where one ends and another begins. No wonder people who were mated had sex all the time. This felt amazing, the pleasure was extending from her core and it soon felt like every last nerve ending in her body was an erogenous zone. Her body wanted—no needed her to mate. She was about to ask when Charlie's thrusts which had fallen into a steady rhythm turned erratic. She was going to cum.

Santana opens her eyes and they lock onto Charlie's hazel ones, Charlie's hand was still firmly placed on her mouth and she can't help but give a little nod. Almost immediately Charlie slams into her completely setting off another orgasm as she grunts a few times. She can feel herself being filled up by Charlie, and she bucks harder against her as Charlie's free hand grips her hip locking her in place as she continues her own orgasm. Emptying herself inside of her. It feels so fucking good she can't stand it.

Charlie finally drops her hand, the urge to mate with Santana was still burning at the back of her mind but she could control it now. Her dick was still rock hard and she eyes her mate who is gasping for air, trying to come down from her orgasmic high. She didn't care that Santana had drenched the sheets and most of her lower torso had Santana's wetness running down her body coating her with that intoxicating scent. "Don't even think about getting comfortable Santana, We're not close to being finished." Charlie growls at her. She's never been like this before and she's going to make sure that Santana knew even if they didn't mate that she belonged to her.

Charlie leaned back against the pillow, taking relief in her post-coital bliss. This was perfect. She could see herself spending the rest of her life in this blissful haze. Her mate was curled up beside her, breathing deeply and rhythmically in a soothing lullaby. She glanced over at the clock on the table, smirking as the numbers changed. They had missed the entire day of school. A full day. Well, they still had an hour to get back to campus before the end of school, but most of the day was pretty close. "Santana?" She poked her mate gently on the side.

Santana grumbled but swatted Charlie's hand away. "No." She murmured, not opening her eyes.

"Come on, we have to get back to school." Charlie chided with a smile.

Santana shot up. School? How long had they been gone, she probably only missed a class or two. She groaned when she saw the time. They had already started the last period of the day. What the hell had she been thinking? "Fuck."

Charlie protested when Santana moved to get away. "Hey, no. I liked the cuddling thing."

"Too bad. Charlie, we've missed the whole day." Santana frowned. "I've still got to shower and then we have to leave before my parents come to pick me up and have a heart attack that I'm not there."

"Why?"

"Why what? Would they be upset? Probably because I skipped class for a full day after I've already missed three days in a row."

"No, why do you need to shower?" Charlie enquired. She liked the way Santana smelled, especially when Santana carried the scent of Charlie with her. There would be no doubt, even for some idiot like Finn, that Santana was hers even without marking her.

Santana pulled a face. "It's disgusting, and the last thing I need is for my parents to know we slept together."

"Why? Do they not like me?" Charlie frowned at the thought. She thought she had made a good impression with the Lopez's, maybe she needed to try harder to show them she could be a good alpha for their daughter.

Santana rolled her eyes. "They like you fine, but forgive me if I don't want to deal with my parents squealing over a mating ceremony or giving me more talks about birth control and starting our own family. So I'm going to shower."

Charlie grumbles a bit but a slow smile crosses her face. "I'll join you," she says only to have Santana turn to her and frown. "What? We're saving water and—"

"No. You can wait your turn. If you try and shower with me—" Santana throws a pillow at Charlie who flashes her a wicked smirk. "No, you're going to wait your turn and get our clothes ready so we can just get out of here once you finished."

Charlie frowns and flops back on the bed, "I'm not showering. I like smelling like you," Charlie says with a shrug. "That way all the other omegas leave me alone cause they know I'm yours." Charlie said.

Santana pauses for a moment her heart leaping at the thought but she shrugs her shoulders, "Fine, whatever just—we need to be back before school ends."

Charlie nods, and shifts a bit tilting her head so she can watch her mate scamper off to the bathroom naked and wishing that she could join her. But they had plenty of time to do that later. She glances down at her hardening member and waits until she hears the spray of the showers before reaching down to touch herself. She was sure Santana mind.

Carlos could barely contain his grin the entire drive home. He didn't want to alert his daughter that she was naive if she thought a quick shower could hide the scent of her alpha. A simple shower couldn't wash that away. But he was guessing they still hadn't mated, Santana still reeked of omega hormones like most unclaimed omegas did.

"Papi? Are you okay?" Santana watched him, shifting nervously as he pulls into their driveway. He's been giving her creepy knowing looks the whole way home. He can't possibly know, she's been really careful.

"Oh, I'm fine." He assured. "How are you?" He pressed, suppressing a smirk when she squirmed uncomfortably.

"Me? I'm fine." She assures him in return. "But I've got a ton of homework." She pops the door open to try and escape to her bedroom when her father places a hand on her arm. Santana turns to him giving him a quizzical look.

"If you ever want to talk about being an omega—"

"I don't—thanks dad," Santana said bolting out the door and closing it quickly. She was almost certain that her father knew, but she had showered and she couldn't smell anything but cheap hotel soap. She shakes her head and glances at her father once more before taking off to her room. She was definitely going to have a nice hot soak in the tub and change her clothes.

He barely manages to wait for the door to close before dialing his wife.

"Carlos?" She answers on the first ring. He doesn't call her often when either of them are at work, but she never ignores his call.

"It happened, Maribel!" He can feel himself squealing but Santana's not around to make fun of him. "She did it."

"She did what?" Maribel's eyes widened. "You mean she mated?"

"No, no. Not that." He frowned. He wished he could tell Maribel that it happened, he knew she'd come straight home. "She smells like her alpha. She tried to hide it—badly I might add, but it's all over her clothes and it's just—everywhere. It must have taken all of Charlie's willpower not to mate with Santana. She's in heat, it was their first time being intimate—it was the perfect storm."

Maribel crinkled her nose, "Sure that's one way to look at it," at this rate her daughter was never going to get mated. "I can't believe that they missed school for that, I mean if they were mates I'd understand, but they're not." She pauses for a moment, "Are we sure that Charlie is completely there—you don't throw away good opportunities like that. Are we sure they're mates?"

"There's no way those two aren't mates." He counters. "I know you've only seen them together for about five minutes, but I'm telling you: they are mates."

"Are you sure?" She pressed.

"Yes. Trust me on this."

She fell silent for a minute. "Well in that case, how would you like to win the award for worst parents of the year?"

"I love your twisted mind." He grinned. "What do you want to do?"

"Do you remember what your parents did to us when we first met?"

Carlos chuckled at this, he could remember it well. "I thought we promised that we weren't going to be like them and that we'd be the cool hip parents." He can practically feel Maribel's smirk from where he was sitting.

"Where's the fun in that?" Maribel asks and smiles when he laughs.

"True," Carlos shook his head. "Do you want to call the Fabray's? Or should I?"

"I'll call Russell," Maribel promises, it seemed like he'd be more on board with this than Judy would.

"Fine, but when she finds out, this was all your idea."