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Mira was just trying to get drunk—letting off some steam at the fact that she was in love with her best friend, another Alpha. It was wrong —her parents would hate her for it, society would hate her for it —but she couldn't help but feel attracted to Zoey's soft features. The way her smile lit up the whole room. She loved her, but there was no way Zoey felt the same way.
Mira was drowning in her sorrows when someone pulled up beside her —a purple-haired beauty. She was so gorgeous that Mira was momentarily at a loss. The woman didn't seem to notice her at first, and it allowed Mira to take her in—the long flowing hair, the intricate twisting tattoos that curled around her body, seemingly all over. Mira wondered how far they led. She wore high-waisted pants and a white button-up with the top half completely exposed, showcasing more of those delicious markings. When Mira got to her face and saw striking eyes staring back at her, equally taking her in, she felt like a mouse caught.
"Like what you see?" She husked in Mira's ear, sending shivers down her spine.
"W-what?" Mira stumbled out, but the woman just laughed at her, and god, her laugh.
"I'm Rumi. What is your name, pretty?" Rumi raked her hand down Mira's arm, sending shivers in her wake.
"Mira." It was a miracle her voice didn't waver. Rumi smiled widely while she played with Mira's fingers. Maybe it was from the alcohol she consumed, but Mira's face felt flushed.
They overheard some guys drunkenly arguing over what colors the seasons would be, both very heated and sure of their opinions. It broke the tension between them, and Mira found herself relaxing a bit.
"What about you? Got any strong opinions on what color the seasons are?" Rumi said with mirth.
Mira thought about it for a second, "Hmm, I think it's gotta be, winter is white, spring is pink, summer is green, and fall is brown."
"One, white isn't a color, and two, winter is green, spring is yellow, summer is blue," Rumi said it in such a way that Mira knew she was definitely one of those kids in school who would remind the teacher of homework.
"I can get behind spring being yellow, but don't diss summer and winter like that. Winter is literally the snowy season, of course, it's fucking white, and I refuse to have my favorite season be insulted by being the worst color."
"Just because it's snowy doesn't mean white suddenly becomes a color, Mira, and what do you mean by the worst color? I happen to quite like blue." Despite her poor takes, Mira couldn't help but take a moment to admire Rumi getting heated. Her face was slightly flushed, and her brow was furrowed so adorably that Mira wanted to kiss the space between them.
"Actually, white is all the colors, so it's the most color a color could color."
"That's the most absurd thing I have ever heard, it doesn't even make any sense," Rumi said, exasperated, though her lips twitched into a slight smile.
"It makes total sense. Also, why would winter be green if god forbid it can't be white?"
"Uh, duh, cause of Christmas and all the trees," Rumi said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"It's winter, the season, not fucking Christmas we're talking about, and trees are way more of a summer and spring thing."
"Well, Christmas is a pivotal part of winter, they go hand in hand, and don't think I forgot about you hating on blue? Like blue is literally the color of summer."
"Blue knows what it did," Mira glared ominously. They burst out laughing, tension leaving them as quickly as it came. Rumi stared at Mira with such fondness that it made her pulse spike, suddenly aware of who she was with.
Rumi took Mira's hand into her own, tangling their fingers, "You're pretty when you argue."
Mira's face flushed, and she quickly looked away. Rumi seemed to know the effect she had on her and squeezed her hand with a sly smile on her face.
When Rumi led Mira away to her car, she was finally able to tell Rumi's dynamic. An Alpha. Once she realized this, she should've walked away, should've shut whatever was happening down. Alphas weren't meant to be making out in the back seat of a car in some random bar's parking lot. Shouldn't be turned on by another's heady scent, that spoke of dominance and power. But Rumi was temptation given human form. Enticing her, luring her towards sin.
As soon as their lips touched, all of Mira's hesitation vanished, and she relaxed into Rumi’s lap. She could get used to this—firm hands gripping her hips, soft lips brushing against hers, and an intoxicating scent that made Mira's head spin.
"Fuck," Mira gasped out on Rumi's lips, causing her to chuckle, before pulling back in.
Rumi's hand tangled into her hair, drawing Mira ever closer. Her other trailed up her body, ghosting over where Mira wanted her most. The kiss was deep and consuming, like Rumi couldn't get enough of her.
Mira tried to match her intensity, pushing Rumi back by her shoulders, but a single roll of Rumi's hips left her shuddering, allowing Rumi to take control of the kiss.
Mira gasped when Rumi pushed their hips together, and their hardness pressed against each other through their clothes. Rumi used that moment to slip her tongue into Mira's mouth, desperate for a taste. Mira let herself submit to the kiss, moaning as she ground her hips down. Mira cupped Rumi's cheeks, removing the space between them, bodies flush.
Rumi slipped her hands under Mira's shirt, ridding her of the item, leaving her bare.
"You're beautiful." Rumi sat back and admired her a moment before trailing kisses down her jaw, kissing her way down her neck. Mira tilted her head, allowing for more access. Fuck, she could get addicted to this.
Rumi glided her hands over Mira's sides, stopping once they reached her breasts. She groped experimentally, then slipped her hand inside her bra, teasing her nipple. Mira just held Rumi's shoulders tightly, trying her best not to get overwhelmed by the ever-growing heat pooling deep in her belly.
Mira never stopped moving her hips, loving the sounds Rumi would make at particularly hard thrusts.
Rumi growled in her ear, breath hot, "Keep that up, and I won't be able to control myself."
"What if I don't want you to?"
Rumi's chest rumbled, and she moved her hand to grip Mira, squeezing for a moment before unbuttoning her pants, slipping her hand inside. Mira jumped at the unexpected contact, causing Rumi to chuckle. Her hand is warm, and she shivered as Rumi stroked her gently.
God, she's already so close, it was embarrassing.
Rumi just stared up at her, smirking like she knew it too. It was infuriating, though admittedly very hot. Mira was so focused on trying not to cum that when Rumi licked up the side of her neck and bit on her sent gland she whimpered. She was surprised to hear the sound come out of her own mouth, and she flushed all the way down to her shoulders.
"So adorable," Rumi murmured, removing her hand from her pants, nearly causing Mira to whine. Mira was glad she had been able to tamp down the urge. She had already made a fool of herself there was no need to make it worse.
"No need to pout, I just want you to be more comfortable. Can you take your pants off for me, pretty?" Mira was going to argue that she most definitely wasn't pouting, but she stopped when she heard the endearment and commanding voice that demanded compliance.
Before she knew it, Mira was scrambling off Rumi in a rush, trying to fulfill her request as fast as possible. So she could get back at it, not at all because she wanted Rumi to praise her. Her foot got caught and tangled in her pants, and she couldn't seem to remove it despite her best efforts. It seemed like the more she struggled, the worse it got, which only made her try harder.
Rumi was laughing at her, voice light and airy, a complete contrast to the deep, gravely tone she used just moments earlier. Mira would've marveled at its beauty if it weren't so mortifying.
"Need any help?" Rumi smiled. It was radiant, lighting up the whole car, and Mira forgot about her embarrassment. Mira wanted Rumi to look at her like that forever.
"I swear I'm not normally this clumsy. It must have been the alcohol," Mira tried to justify, but it sounded weak even to her own ears. Rumi just shook her head, but thankfully didn't comment on it.
Mira was eventually freed through their combined efforts, and when she was once again situated in Rumi's lap, she shivered. Rumi was looking up at her with such intense hunger that she felt like prey about to be devoured.
"Such a good little alpha aren't you?" Mira wanted to fight back, to assert her dominance, but her body lit up at praise. Mira enjoyed being reduced to a needy mess and submitting to Rumi, and it seemed Rumi enjoyed it too if her dark blown out eyes were anything to go by.
"O-only for you." Rumi's scent responded immediately, thick as it filled the car with such headiness and arousal, it was intoxicating as much as it was suffocating. Mira drank it up, moaning softly.
"God, the things I want to do to you," Rumi rasped out, voice rough. She palmed Mira's ass, using the grip to force their bodies to connect. Mira kissed Rumi, needing to feel the pressure of her lips. It was messy and hurried, unlike the slow devouring kisses before, and Mira basked in it.
She was leaking already, body so turned on it was humiliating. She unashamedly rubbed herself on Rumi's pristine white shirt, relishing in ruining it with her arousal. Rumi didn't seem to care, helping her thrust her hips.
Rumi trailed her lips down towards her scent glands, licking them greedily, and Mira trembled. Pleasure racked through her body, going straight to her core. She was so hard it was starting to get painful.
"Please, I need you," Mira begged, her voice high and quivering.
Rumi seemed to be waiting for her to say exactly that as she moved one of her hands to wrap around her cock. The relief was immediate, causing her to whimper again. Her moans were muffled by the warm, wet heat of Rumi's mouth.
Desire coiled in her core, tight and ever-present. Rumi's soft hand was a balm to the fire coursing through her, soothing the ache. Rumi seemed to know exactly what touch, what kiss, would send her over the edge, and used that against her. Every time she felt like it was too much, that there was no way she could go on any longer, Rumi would pull back, leaving only ghosting fingers and whispered breath.
"It feels so good," Mira gasped out, chasing her own pleasure, trying and failing not to whine every time Rumi denied her.
"Such a needy alpha." Rumi bit Mira's bottom lip, nipped across her jaw before whispering in her ear, "Want to cum for me?"
Mira nodded, moaning softly. She was so close, and she couldn't help but hump into Rumi's hand a little faster. Rumi swiped her thumb across the tip, causing Mira almost to finish. But she knew she wouldn't—not yet, not until Rumi allowed her.
"Use your words." The dominance in Rumi's tone demanded obedience, leaving no room for anything else, not that Mira would ever disobey Rumi's orders.
"Please, alpha. Please let me cum," Mira pathetically begged. She was past the point of caring now, and a part of her loved being at Rumi's mercy.
Rumi smirked at her continuing her ministrations with fervor, "Cum for me."
And Mira did, her body long since on the precipice, waiting for permission. She shook through her release, pleasure wracking throughout her entire body, causing tremors to cascade down her back and legs as she spilled into Rumi's waiting hands. Rumi kept stroking her, easing her through her orgasm, gentler now, whispering soft words of praise and encouragement.
"Good girl," Rumi said, and Mira's chest rumbled at the praise.
When she finally came down from her high, Mira looked down and noticed that Rumi's white shirt was utterly ruined, stained by her release. A part of Mira relished staking her claim, wanting to paint Rumi in her cum so that everyone would know that Rumi was hers. Most of her cum, though, was on Rumi's hand, which Rumi was bringing to her lips, licking and drinking every drop. Rumi never broke eye contact as she licked between her fingers, sucking on them, moaning at the taste of her, and Mira felt herself get hard again.
"Delicious," Rumi said as she finally drank the last drop before she pulled Mira into a bruising kiss. Mira could still taste herself on Rumi's tongue, and she moaned. Rumi's hands moved across the expanse of Mira's skin, stopping to grip her hips tightly and force their bodies flush. Mira tangled her hands in the braid in Rumi's hair, ruffling it, using the leverage to push them further together.
Both of their scents filled the car hot and heavy, mixing and heightening their arousal. God, Mira couldn't get enough of her scent, her touch, her kiss, her power.
"I need you, alpha, I need to feel you. Please." Mira gripped the collar of Rumi's shirt, trying to pull it off roughly, which only caused Rumi to chuckle.
"So impatient," Rumi mocked, doing nothing to help. Frustrated, Mira gave up and ripped the offending item, taking Rumi's bra with it. Rumi laughed, "and eager."
Mira ignored her and moved to Rumi's pants, freeing her cock. Her mouth watered. Fuck, she wanted to lick up the side of her dick and drink every last drop of her arousal. Mira did what she had been wanting to do since she first saw her and trailed her lips across the expanse of Rumi's tattoos, licking and biting down her body. She dragged her hands across Rumi's defined abs, leaving them splayed just above where Rumi needed her.
She kissed her way towards Rumi's breasts, licking her nipple before sucking it into her mouth. Rumi gasped out, her hips jerking at the sensation, and Mira smirked, loving seeing this big strong alpha get all flustered. She continued her ministrations, using one of her hands to tease the other nipple, switching between the two. She savored the way Rumi's hand tangled into her hair, guiding her and keeping her in place, of the soft, subtle moans Rumi tried to disguise as grunts.
Mira eventually eased herself onto her knees in the narrow car, uncaring of how uncomfortable it was. She brought her mouth to Rumi's cock, breath ghosting over the tip, causing her to twitch. Rumi gathered her hair, pulling it back away from her face, using her hand to maneuver Mira down and closer. Mira wanted to tease her more, wanted to see Rumi beg for her, and so shifted herself, kissing her toned stomach instead. Her hands were on Rumi's thighs, squeezing and pushing them further apart.
Mira used her teeth to graze her abdomen, lightly nipping and marking her skin. Rumi shivered below her, and Mira couldn't help the cocky grin that spread over her face. "Who's impatient now?"
Rumi growled menacingly, pulling Mira by her hair, forcing her to look up and into Rumi's dark, almost blacked out eyes. Mira moaned at the harshness. She continued to stare up at Rumi as she lowered her head towards Rumi's cock and licked, from base to tip. Rumi tried to keep up the threatening air, but whimpered when Mira's lips wrapped around the tip and sucked.
"F-Fuck."
Mira grinned around her. She could get used to this. When Mira circled her tongue around the head, keeping up the suction, Rumi's hips jerked involuntarily. She used her hands to pin Rumi to the seat, forcing her still. Rumi tried to fight against her hold, but Mira was the one in control now, and she wasn't giving it up that easily.
After she tried a few more times, Rumi resigned herself to her fate, sitting back against the seat as she stared down at Mira with so much heat that Mira struggled to keep her composure. Rumi was a vision, shirtless with white twisting tattoos wrapping around her body like vines, covered in the marks Mira left on her skin, legs spread cock standing at attention, while she stared lazily down at Mira.
Mira took her deeper, slowly making her way down until her nose nuzzled her pelvis. Once she got used to the sensation, she bobbed her head more freely, taking time to lick the tip before sinking back down. Mira was rewarded for her efforts by Rumi's increasing moans and a subtle, tight grip on her hands.
"You look so pretty taking me," Rumi groaned, struggling to keep her composure. Mira hummed in response, and the vibrations caused Rumi to tremble, a choked moan escaping her. Mira redoubled her efforts, determined to make Rumi fall apart beneath her.
When Rumi got close, Mira removed herself, releasing her cock from her mouth, relishing the hidden whine Rumi let out. Rumi tried to glare at her, but it came out more like a plea. Mira mocked, "Aw, no need to pout."
"I don't pout," Rumi gruffed, though her mouth was in what suspiciously looked like a pout. Mira chuckled when Rumi tried to gain back control and pull her by the hair and force her back towards her cock. "Stop playing, and finish me off."
"So demanding." Mira obliged her, though, going back to taking her deep in her mouth. She let Rumi get lost in the pleasure, quickly bringing her back to the edge before she stopped again, halting Rumi's orgasm before it could really start.
Rumi had more trouble this time, but she still managed to remain collected. Rumi growled, harsher with her treatment of Mira. She attempted to push her hips up towards her lips, but Mira's hold remained steady.
"This isn't funny, Mira."
Mira kept denying Rumi over and over, until finally she let go and stopped trying to be in charge. Rumi was whimpering unashamedly now, squirming increasingly in her grasp at every denied release. Mira was so turned on at reducing such an imposing alpha to a needy thing begging for her, it was almost enough to make her cum.
"P-please. Please, alpha, can I cum?" Mira thought about it. She really didn't want this to end so soon. She loved having Rumi such a mess for her. But Rumi pleaded, noticing her reluctance, "I'll be good, I promise."
Mira's smile was cruel, "Now was that so hard?"
Mira took her time, trailing kisses across Rumi's stomach, biting when Rumi least expected, and her hands massaging her thighs. When it seemed like she wasn't going to give Rumi what she wanted, Mira lowered her mouth completely, taking all of her. Rumi jumped, hips jerking in surprise.
Mira felt her own orgasm building alongside Rumi's. Each small thrust of her hips, the coiling scent of her submissive pheromones, the taste of her arousal on her lips, and Rumi's scrunched-up face of pure pleasure sent Mira over the edge.
"Mira," Rumi gasped out. Her moans were high-pitched and obscene. Rumi shook intensely through her orgasm, shivering so beautifully beneath Mira. Mira drank it all, groaning at the taste and her own climax. Mira hummed as the last pulse of cum spilled into her mouth before releasing her with a pop.
Mira wiped the side of her lips as she got up on unsteady legs, plopping down in the seat next to her. Rumi was out of it, body depleted after being forced to hold back for so long. She was panting heavily, face flushed a pretty pink, matching all the marks Mira left her.
"God, you look so good like this. All spent because of me." Mira's voice was rough and raw, but she still sounded domineering. Rumi just mumbled incoherently, too out of it to make any sense. Mira let her recover, knowing she needed a moment. She leaned her head on Rumi's shoulder, nuzzling into her neck and scenting her.
Rumi's arm was around Mira's waist, keeping her close, and Mira collapsed into her side. They stayed like that for what seems like hours, though it was probably just a few minutes, before Rumi broke the silence.
"We really made a mess. I'll have to get the car cleaned before I can use it again." She didn't seem at all displeased by it, she almost seemed proud. Mira just laughed, though she knew she was the reason—cumming all over the floor.
"Hey, do you wanna continue this back at my place? I can even lend you a pair of clothes as it seems we may have ruined the ones you were wearing," Rumi asked sheepishly, a stark contrast to her earlier demeanor at the start of the night.
"Yeah, I'd like that." Mira's lips ticked up in a smile. She didn't want to end this yet. She felt this strange connection with Rumi, and a small part of her couldn't stand the idea of being apart.
Rumi beamed brightly, a smile taking up her whole face. Mira never wanted Rumi to stop.
They put on their ruined clothes, having to make do with the discomfort until they reached Rumi's. The drive was silent, both trying their best to hold in their growing anticipation and arousal, though the car ended up filled with their scent.
They stumbled through the door, kissing messily, hands tangled in clothes and hair. They were barely able to hold off and keep their hands to themselves on the way there. Their clothes were removed haphazardly, scattering around the penthouse. By the time Rumi backed her into her room, throwing her on the bed harshly, they were both naked.
Rumi crawled in after her, hovering above Mira with her arms framing her head. She looked down at her with desire so thick she could almost taste it. Mira pulled her down by her neck and kissed her, Rumi's tongue teasing into her mouth.
Mira grabbed Rumi's hips and forced her to relax her weight, making their bodies flush. They both groaned at the contact. God, she loved the feeling of Rumi's body on hers. Rumi kept kissing her as her hands groped along her body. Their cocks were pressed together, the pressure sent delicious heat towards her core, and she thrusted up with a moan.
Rumi harshly pushed her hips back down, "I don't think so."
Mira had to bite back the whine that threatened to spill from her lips. She couldn't take it anymore, she wanted Rumi inside her now. Mira knew what she had to do, so she choked down her embarrassment and begged.
"Please, Rumi, Fuck me already."
Rumi smirked and wasted no time in flipping Mira over, burying her face in the pillows. One of Rumi's hands was pushing her down between her shoulder blades, and the other was at her hips, keeping them up. Mira's face burned in humiliation, being forced to present to another Alpha, but it still sent a thrill of arousal shooting straight towards her already leaking cock.
Rumi didn't wait a second before she pushed inside Mira, thrusting roughly.
"F-fuck," Mira moaned out. God, her cock stretched her so deliciously, deep in her pussy. She was wet, and Mira could hear the obscene sounds of it as Rumi pounded into her.
"You feel so good, Mira, so tight." Rumi leaned down to trail kisses down Mira's neck and shoulders, biting and sucking in ways Mira knew would leave a mark, but she couldn't be bothered to be upset at the fact that she'd have to hide them in the morning. She wanted it, wanted Rumi to mark her, to make Mira hers in a way she wouldn't forget.
"Rumi," Mira moaned, clenching down at the thought.
Rumi stuttered, a broken groan escaping her lips right into Mira's ear. Her voice was low and gravely as she said, "You're so wet. Were you dripping, waiting for me to fuck you? Such a pathetic little Alpha you are."
Mira whined, wanting to deny it, but she knew she couldn't with how much wetter she got at Rumi's words. Rumi was right, she was pathetic—a sorry excuse for an Alpha, but she really couldn't care much about it at the moment, not if it meant Rumi kept fucking her.
Heat coiled in Mira's core, building with each thrust and filthy word, her moans were loud, filling up the room with its obscenity. She was going to cum, she's so close, but she needed Rumi to stroke her dick for the last push over the edge. Mira tried to wiggle enough that she rubbed against the bed, but Rumi immediately stopped her before she could get any real friction.
It was driving her insane the way she was held on the precipice waiting for Rumi's approval. Mira couldn't help but love the way her pleasure was dictated by Rumi, completely and utterly in her hands. It made her want to be good, want to please her, and soak up that delicious praise when she did right.
"Such a good Alpha you are, so pliant, and submissive for me," Rumi said with a growl, her thrusts were getting more haphazard, and Mira knew she was getting close too.
The praise nearly sent her over the edge, but it wasn't enough. Soon, Mira felt thick push itself against her opening, harshly, almost painfully. She knew immediately what it was, and her body begged for it.
"Y-yes, yes. Please. I need it."
"Fuck. Take my knot, Alpha," Rumi said in such a way that it sent chills down her spine, and Rumi forced her thick, hot knot inside, stretching her impossibly wider, until it finally slipped in with a pop.
The fullness of it sent Mira over the edge, and she came, grinding into Rumi's hips as she spurted her seed over and over. The wave of pleasure was immense, almost blinding, and she could feel Rumi fill her up too, moans muffled in Mira's shoulder. Rumi bit down on her scent gland, drawing blood, and another wave of pleasure wracked through Mira that she collapsed onto the bed, unable to hold up her weight.
Overcome by the heat of the moment, Mira turned around too, angling herself so she could bite down on Rumi's neck. She was rewarded with a shaky moan. She felt something click into place inside her, as she lapped up the wound, but her hazy fuck out mind couldn't figure out why.
Mira didn't ponder on it, as she struggled to catch her breath, turning back to lay her head on the pillow. She was panting, and Rumi licked and sucked the healing bite, causing shivers down Mira's spine, her softening dick twitching. She was oversensitive and her muscles sore, but she knew they couldn't stay like this forever.
Mira lay there, starting to fall asleep when Rumi gently woke her, "Hey, my knot has gone down now, and we gotta get you cleaned up before you can sleep yet."
Mira groaned into the pillow, making no move to help as Rumi slowly pulled out of her and carried her to the bath. She let herself sink into the safety of Rumi's arms, her scent weirdly more enticing than it was before, and she buried herself in Rumi's neck for more. Rumi chuckled but made no move to stop her.
Rumi cleaned them before she changed the sheets and set Mira back down, climbing in after her. Mira clung to her as she let her exhaustion overtake her, letting Rumi's now potent scent soothe her to a dreamless sleep.
Mira woke in an unfamiliar bed, her muscles sore. Rumi's arm wrapped around her waist, keeping her pinned tightly to her. Their bodies were naked and flushed. She shivered at Rumi's hot breath against the back of her neck. Both their scents mingled in the air, coiling around each other and settling on their skin.
She really slept with another alpha.
People always said being scented by another alpha would be revolting and seen as a challenge to one's own alpha, but that didn't seem to be the case for Mira. The feeling of Rumi's pheromones coating her, being dominated by her, just sent a thrill down her spine.
As Mira nuzzled back into Rumi's embrace, the soft light emanating from a gap in the curtains allowed her to get a good look at the room around her. They were too caught up in each other for her to have a chance to pay attention earlier, and Mira was curious to know more about this beautiful, mysterious woman.
The room was large and spacious, though it looked empty and devoid of life. There were no posters or pictures on the wall, no scattered belongings on the desk by the window, no splash of color. It looked like a room that had been sucked dry, every hint at human touch gone and hidden. Mira wondered if maybe she had just moved in and hadn't had time to decorate. Even the grandeur rooms back in her parents house had more signs of life than this, it was a little sad.
Rumi stirred, voice muffled in Mira's neck, "Hmm, why are you up so early?"
Mira chuckled. Rumi's voice sounded so attractive in the early morning, well, afternoon. It was deep and husky, sending shivers down her spine to hear it so close.
"I have to go." There was a smile on her face, though her voice betrayed her reluctance. When Mira moved to get up, Rumi growled suddenly and forced her back to the bed. Rumi froze, surprising even herself at her actions.
"I-I'm sorry, I don't know what—." Rumi suddenly went silent, stopping dead in her tracks, stiffening behind her.
"What is it?" Mira asked hesitantly, growing more and more anxious as the quiet continued.
"Um, don't be mad, but I think I gave you a mating bite last night."
Mira froze, hoping to god it wasn't true, but she knew deep in her heart that it was. Now that she was aware of it, she could feel the bond thrumming between them, linking them together. Anxiety thumbed beneath her skin. Fuck, what was she supposed to do?
As if sensing her inner turmoil—and given the bond she probably did—Rumi pulled her closer and released soothing pheromones. "Hey, hey, it's gonna be okay, we'll figure it out."
Mira didn't believe her, what the fuck are they supposed to do when they accidentally claimed each other? Yes, technically, they could sever the bond, but it was a somewhat risky process if not done correctly and would take time and care, so, at least for the foreseeable future, they were stuck like this. Quite literally, because after claiming you can't go far from your mate for at least a few days.
Though there was a voice in the back of Mira's mind that said mating bites don't just happen by accident. The bond wouldn't take if they weren't compatible, and most importantly, if either of them didn't want it.
"You don't know that. Shit, I have work tomorrow, I can't be stuck here with you." Mira grew more and more agitated the longer she thought about being mated, about being claimed. She never wanted this, never liked the idea of the lack of control—though if she was honest, there was one person she'd be okay being stuck with forever—and she could feel her skin crawl at the prospect.
"Mira. Mira, it's going to be okay. You can call off work, and if they take it badly, just let me know, I'll handle it. After we deal with the settling period, we can go to the doctors to get the bond removed, and we can go back to our normal lives." Rumi said a little more forcefully, breaking through the haze of Mira's panic.
"And I have access to the best doctors out there, they'll make sure that everything goes as quickly and smoothly as possible, okay?" Rumi said softly, her hand rubbing small patterns against Mira's stomach.
"…Okay." Mira finally calmed down, Rumi's presence and words comforted her worried thoughts. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to be bonded to her—no, she couldn't think like that, she had to get this severed as quickly as possible.
They stayed like that for a while, basking in the afternoon sun and the feeling of the bond connecting them, before a loud growling sound emanated from Rumi's stomach. When Mira looked back towards her, Rumi gave her a bashful smile, her cheeks a little red.
"Um, sorry," Rumi said.
"It's okay, we should probably go eat, I'll go make us breakfast, and you can wash up," Mira said as she stood. Rumi let her this time, probably because she wasn't leaving entirely. Mira was made to find her scattered clothes, but Rumi stopped her, offering her a pair of her own.
"Here, you can wear this." Rumi gave her a shy smile as she waited for Mira's answer, and beamed when she took the clothes. Mira had to resist the urge to sniff the garments that smelled so deliciously like the alpha in front of her. She could tell through the bond that part of the reason Rumi gave it to her was to claim Mira, wanting to bathe her in her scent and belongings.
Rumi went off to shower, walking naked unashamedly towards what Mira assumed to be the bathroom, and she couldn't help but stare. Mira might not like the idea of being mated, but she wouldn't deny there were some benefits to the situation as she took in Rumi's broad, muscular back that was covered in winding white tattoos and still healing scratches from the night before.
Mira turned away, eventually walking around the place until she found the kitchen. The penthouse was just as bare as Rumi's room, sterile even, empty of anything not deemed necessary, which left the place feeling empty.
Mira got to work in the big kitchen, moving around to find everything she needed. She let the cooking calm her, finding comfort in the soothing motions of cutting vegetables and cooking rice. The lingering panic finally left Mira. She knew this would only be temporary —just a few days —and then she could return to her normal life. Maybe while they were bound together, they could have some fun, Mira thought with a smirk.
Soon, the house was filled with the scent of the elaborate meal Mira had made, the table covered in side dishes ready for them to eat. Rumi entered a moment later, hair slightly damp and once again in a braid down her back. The bite mark on her neck, glaring at Mira, was a testament to their connection.
"Wow, it looks good, Mira, thank you. Though you do know you didn't have to do so much, especially in my own home. I should be the one treating you," Rumi said as she sat down at the table.
"It's okay, really. I enjoy cooking, it helps me think."
They enjoyed the food, Rumi especially, devouring it and eating most of it herself, not that Mira cared. One thing she loved about cooking was seeing people enjoy the food she made, and Rumi definitely let her know how much she enjoyed it.
"God, this is so good. You've ruined breakfast for me," Rumi said in between bites, moaning at the taste. Mira just laughed at her, already done eating. Suddenly, they were interrupted by the sound of knocking. Rumi clammed up, freezing mid bite as she looked back at Mira like a deer in the headlights.
"Fuck, you need to hide, now."
"Okay?" Mira said, confused.
Rumi was frantic as she shoved Mira back into her room, picking up their scattered clothes from the night before along the way. Mira had no time to question her as the door was slammed in her face, and she could hear Rumi stumble down the hall, opening the front door.
"Hi, sorry about that." The sound was muffled, barely there, but Mira could pick up Rumi's odd, high-pitched voice as she greeted whoever was at the door. Mira couldn't hear what was happening, Rumi having moved into the hall, closing the door. She didn't know what to make of the situation—whether she should be worried that Rumi had hidden her—but she understood. There was a significant risk in being with another Alpha, and not many would understand.
Eventually Rumi came back, looking no less panicked than before as she entered the bedroom with an apology, "I'm really sorry about that, I didn't know she would come."
"Who was it?" Mira asked, the curiosity getting the better of her.
"My mother."