The pompous announcer finally ceased rambling and climbed out of the hole.
Molly grew more worried as her eyes flitted back and forth between the two alpha vampires above her. It was obvious they were sizing each other up and she felt a chill go up her spine at the look of hate in their eyes. She was afraid, not for herself, (for everyone knew that the alpha instinct was to protect the omega) but for the taller man. He was lithe but the shorter man looked to be the more solid of the two. She shuddered involuntarily at the thought of the man with the black eyes winning the fight, and her.
Suddenly, her alpha (when had she started thinking of him as hers?) glanced down at her and smiled a dazzling smile, dazing her. She was caught by another rush of desire and the fire pooling in her belly made her pant with anticipation. Her skin was incredibly hot and she wanted nothing more than rip her dress from her body and lie down on the soft pillows to open her legs for the alpha who was staring down at her with desire in his eyes.
She was dimly aware of being moved to a spot by the wall of the arena by the beta maids and the voice of the announcer ringing out again.
Sherlock grinned down at the little omega once more before springing down into the pit, tensing his body for contact with the ground as he rolled to avoid the solid body of James Moriarty, who came quite close to landing on Sherlock. He got to his feet quickly, rounding on the other alpha, a feral growl ripping through his throat as he bared his fangs.
The voice of the servant cut through the haze of anger and hormones and Sherlock took his place in the line of alphas facing the omegas who were spaced out against the far wall. He stood, his fists clenched, ignoring Moriarty who took the place directly to his left.
Looking up, he saw his brother leaning forward, taking in the sight through narrowed eyes. Mycroft raised a brow at Sherlock, who returned the gesture, before baring his teeth for Mycroft to see that his fangs were extended, giving proof that he was not in the arena solely to thwart Moriarty, but because he actually wanted the prize. Mycroft sat back, amused and gestured with his hands for Sherlock to continue.
Molly gazed at the two alphas before her, trying to analyze them, though her heat was distracting her terribly.
The shorter man never took his eyes off of the other, though the taller man was looking at the seating area, having a silent conversation with them.
Molly catalogued each part of the object of her desire. He was tall, at least six feet, maybe more, and had the most intriguing face she'd ever seen. His jawline was defined and his cheekbones were impossibly high. She couldn't yet see what color his eyes were, the light being dim and his gaze elsewhere. She raked her gaze over his body, which at first glance appeared slight, but as she watched him move, she could see the firm muscles under his incredibly tight shirt. Seriously, it looked as though the buttons might pop off at any moment. Molly felt a surge of wetness as she thought of ripping that shirt off of his body herself.
Smelling her arousal increase, his eyes suddenly met hers and she caught her breath as she finally was able to see them clearly. They were a curious shade of green-blue with golden flecks that shimmered in the moonlight and were almost cat-like in shape. They shone with a fierce intelligence and she smiled, knowing that her mate would worship her mind as well as her body. Her own eyes shone with hunger for him as she watched him adjust his clothes discreetly, a smile forming on her lips as she saw the bulge in his trousers.
A low growl brought Molly out of her admiration of the alpha in front of her and she turned her attention towards the rival.
He was considerably shorter than her alpha, but seemed more solid. She looked back and forth between the two, trying to decide who was the more dangerous. She honestly had no idea. The man's black eyes flashed towards her and she gasped as they seemed to pierce her very soul. His lips curled into a strange semblance of a smile that left her heart cold. Molly was terrified of him and could only hope that he would not be the victor.
Sherlock waited impatiently for the announcer to signal the start of the competition. His eyes remained locked on Molly, drinking her in, while his mind flitted through all possible scenarios for the fight ahead of him. Moriarty was intelligent and would not be above fighting dirty to insure his victory. Sherlock found that he also was willing to do whatever it took to win.
The servant announced the start of the fight and Sherlock quickly tore his gaze from Molly and looked over to his left. His eyes narrowed as he looked at the space where his rival had been, seeing nothing. Suddenly, he was hit from behind, and he flew into the wall, dangerously close to where the small girl was huddled. He looked up and growled again at the sight of Moriarty springing towards the girl. Sherlock was on his feet in a flash and blindsided his enemy, crashing them both against the floor with the sickening crack of a bone. Moriarty roared in pain and rage and Sherlock grinned down at the man before yelling as he took a kick to the ribs.
He caught his breath, shaking his head as he saw Moriarty once again head for the petite omega staring wide-eyed at them. James reached her, grabbing the shoulder of her dress and ripping it, causing Molly to scramble away from him, with Moriarty in hot pursuit.
With a roar, Sherlock grabbed the rival alpha's neck and heaved, throwing him clear across the circle, knocking over another alpha with his body. Sherlock placed himself protectively in front of Molly, his back to her, his body tensed into a fighting stance. He watched as Moriarty ran at him, and he ran forward to meet his foe. Their bodies contacted with a crunch of breaking bone and both men cried out in pain. Sherlock rolled away, nursing a broken wrist, which quickly began to heal, and whirled around, searching for his enemy once again. He saw Moriarty tensing to spring and brought his legs up just in time to deliver a punishing kick to his torso. James screamed in agony as Sherlock's well-aimed blow cracked several ribs and possibly his pelvic bones.
Knowing he had a moment, Sherlock turned to the omega girl and grabbed her upper arms, pulling her close to him and lowering his mouth to hers, kissing her deeply. He was pleased to feel her respond immediately, clutching him to her feverish body and wrapping herself around him, trying to relieve some of her arousal by rubbing herself against him.
He reluctantly let go of her to whirl back around and find his enemy, but to his surprise, Moriarty was gone. Sherlock's eyes narrowed, knowing that he hadn't injured his rival enough for him to admit defeat. He glanced around but Moriarty was indeed gone, and since the rules did not permit reentry into the arena, he found himself unable to care why he was no longer present.
Molly watched as her alpha kicked the dark-eyed one in his chest. Her eyes were wide as he approached her and reached out to hold onto her so hard she was sure she would bruise, but she reveled in his possession of her. She realized she'd unconsciously begun grinding against him, desperate to relieve the ache in her belly, desperate to be with him. She could've screamed when he let go of her but she knew he wasn't finished winning her.
Her confusion was as great as his when his rival was nowhere to be found. She'd seen the hunger in the other man's eyes and it went beyond biology. No, somehow, possessing her would be a greater victory, though Molly didn't know how. She couldn't understand his sudden disappearance.
Suddenly, her alpha turned and pinned her with his gaze, his bright blue eyes hungrily searching her body. She should feel demeaned by his look but instead, she felt a rush of warmth.
Sherlock stared at his omega, reading her blatant desire in her eyes and found he had no control over himself whatsoever.
He watched as her pink lips parted, her body flushed and red, with beads of sweat forming on her brow. Her scent intensified, and the alpha could see the moisture between her thighs through the thin veil of her sheer dress. He stepped towards her, his walk slow and sensual. As he reached her, he ran his hand down her cheek to her neck. He was rewarded by the sight of her dusty pink nipples hardening as his fingers grazed her skin. His cock was harder than he could ever remember it being and it strained against his trousers so insistently he was almost afraid the seams would tear under the pressure.
He became aware of the people around them again and knew he needed to take her now, before another alpha decided to interfere. Not that many were brave enough to go up against Sherlock Holmes but some idiot might be stupid enough with the enticing aroma rising from her small frame. She was shaking, her skin breaking out in goose bumps caused by the extreme rocketing of her body temperature from hot to cold.
Sherlock's nostrils flared, his pupils expanding at the overwhelming scent of his little omega, Molly. He said her name aloud, rolling the syllables across his tongue.
Molly moaned as her name crossed her alpha's lips. She leaned towards him, closing her eyes, the lust she felt for the man in front of her threatening to overtake her. Her omega instinct screamed for her to present herself to him, to her mate, and she did just that, tilting her head in the ritual act of submission.
Sherlock sucked in a breath as his omega presented her neck to him. He instinctively buried his nose in the cleft of her throat and inhaled deeply of her scent. He couldn't resist any longer, and brought his hands up to rip her dress from her, and looked down at her body.
Her nipples hardened further at the contact of the cool air and her hands came up to fumble with the buttons of his shirt. He groaned as she gave up and ripped the fabric from his torso. He pushed her into the wall, grinding their cores together, allowing her to feel his hard length through his trousers. She moaned, louder this time and his cock hardened further. He let go of her, hearing her muffled protest and he fumbled with his belt and the button to his trousers.
Sherlock felt Molly's tiny hands at his hips and she pushed gently at his trousers and pants before dropping down to work at his shoes and socks. He put a hand against the wall to shift his weight and allow her to work them off before she reached back up and grabbed his trousers and pants, pulling them both down in one go.
Under any other circumstances, Molly wouldn't have consented to this public display, but now all she could think of was her alpha, as she helped him rid himself of clothing. His cock sprang free and she licked her lips, gazing up at him from hooded eyes. Molly searched his face for permission and he gulped, nodding down at her. She smiled shyly and reached for him, darting her pink tongue out to wet her lips before licking a wide stripe from the base of his cock to the tip and enveloping the head in her small mouth.
He groaned and tangled his fingers in her hair, holding on, letting her set her own pace. He maneuvered them so he could lean against the wall, but the feel of her mouth on him soon became too much and the pressing need to take her came back.
Sherlock growled and pulled her up, catching her lips in a searing kiss. He wrapped his arms around her, kissing and nipping at her neck, and guided her to the floor, not caring at all about the eyes that were undoubtedly on them. In fact, he was glad they were being watched. He wanted no doubt that she belonged to him and taking her in public left little room for argument.
The alpha grinned wickedly at her and flipped his mate over, pulling her up by the hips until her chest was resting on one of the many pillows and she was on her knees with her bum in the air. He checked her with his fingers, though it wasn't really necessary as he could smell her arousal thickly in the air. Sherlock looked around once at the other couples strewn about the room before sinking into his omega, his Molly, with one clean thrust.
Molly screamed her pleasure aloud as her alpha entered her, his cock stretching her in ways she had never thought possible. He pulled completely out before sinking back into her slowly and repeated the motion several times, with Molly rearing back against him impatiently.
She needed more, needed him to ease the ache in her belly, needed him to knot and bite her, making her his. She pushed against him, wiggling her bum to get him to go faster, to fuck her harder, and he finally complied. She moaned her approval as he picked up the pace, ruthlessly pounding into her.
Sherlock groaned with satisfaction as he watched his prick disappearing into his little omega. Molly's cunt clenched around him as he withdrew only to drive his cock back into her, the pace furious as he gave himself completely over to the lust he felt for her. The alpha growled again as Molly cried out with her first orgasm, her walls rippling over his cock which hardened even further as he continued to fuck her, he could feel his knot beginning to form at the base of his prick and he flipped her over onto her back, hovering over her body and slipping back into her warmth almost instantly. He nipped at her neck as he thrust into her, his movements getting shallower as his cock thickened, but not slowing at all. He growled again, feeling his oncoming orgasm.
Molly was totally unprepared for just how good her alpha felt inside of her. His cock was thick and rubbed all the right places inside of her. She'd never been with an alpha before, and obviously not with anyone who she was so attracted to on such a base level. It was heaven and hell all at the same time and she didn't care if she burnt in the flames with him. She gasped for breath as his hands locked on her hips, so large they were able to grip her pelvis easily, and he anchored himself to her, thrusting wildly into her wetness.
"Open your eyes," Sherlock demanded of the petite omega underneath him, locking gazes with her when she complied.
He ducked forward, scenting the soft place on her throat where he would bite her. He felt his whole body tighten and latched his teeth into her throat, drinking her blood and creating the ritual mark that she would bear for the rest of her life, as well as beginning the process of turning her into a vampire, like him. He came with a loud moan as he tasted her blood on his tongue and froze, emptying himself into her. She gasped and then screamed incoherently, her whole body spasming, as another orgasm broke over her.
Sherlock sucked on her neck for a bit longer, savoring her sweet blood, until the omega ceased shuddering and then leaned up to look at her. Her face was still flushed, but her skin was cooling and he brushed a bit of hair from her face gently. She smiled up at him nervously but the alpha returned it warmly, wanting to erase her doubts.
He winced as another gush of cum spurted from his cock and the vampire made up his mind to reassure her that he really wanted her the only way he knew how. Sherlock propped himself up on one arm and traced a finger around the bite mark on her neck before offering raking his teeth across his own wrist and offering it to her.
Molly gazed up at him, her eyes fathomless. She opened her mouth, but not to taste him as he thought. She swallowed and wet her lips before asking softly, "What is your name?"
Sherlock laughed, tracing her cheek with his finger once again.
"Sherlock Holmes," he replied, taking pride in the way her eyes widened with obvious recognition of his name.
She smiled gently at him before taking his wrist in her small hands and pulling it to her lips, tentatively licking it before wrapping her lips around it and sucking his blood down, beginning the process of her change. Sherlock's cock twitched as she drank from him and he found that he wanted her again, but knew that he would have to wait a bit before he could take her.
His alpha's knot finally diminished to the point where he could slip out of her and he slowly stood, his muscles protesting the effort after all the energy he had put forth during sex and the fight before. He held his hand out to Molly and she stood to join him, clasping her hands around his waist and holding onto him tightly, pressing her small body into his side.
He looked up into the crowd of vampires above them and grinned at the look on his brother's and his best friend's faces. They were both shocked and smug and he could almost hear their "I told you so."
He smiled down at the omega next to him. His mate. At that moment all Sherlock knew was that Molly was his and he was hers. He didn't know what the future held for him but he did know that whatever it was, he would face it with her by his side. That was his truth.