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Shauna absolutely did not plan this.
Part of being an Omega was showing you could do exactly what an Alpha can, even while dealing with the worst cramps of your life and a cold sweat that you only get when you’re on suppressants and a heat is meant to hit, and Shauna would suffer through a dozen days like this each year if it meant she never got underestimated in favour of an Alpha again.
So that part she did plan. The showing up at practice, the struggling through laps and practicing the same pass to Tai until every one of her joints felt like Coach Taylor and Coach Matthews had personally come over and hammered nails in the gaps between her bones.
The part she absolutely didn’t plan was going into actual real bona fide heat, right there in the locker room.
Shauna fought the urge to curl into a ball on the bench and just whimper her way through the next few days, while Tai stood to the side and clapped her hand over her nose and mouth, as if she could taste Shauna’s scent.
‘Everyone get fucking out,’ Tai removes her hands to shout, before shoving clothing into the arms of her teammates, all in various stages of dress, and pushing them towards the door. She grabs the goalie right as she’s about to leave, pulling Van back towards Shauna with her.
‘Jesus, even I can smell you,’ the redheaded Omega says to Shauna as Tai stands behind her girlfriend. ‘I don’t even think I can be upset that Tai’s hard from it.’
‘Dude!’ Shauna says amid her cramps, glaring up at Tai.
‘Sorry,’ Tai has the decency to pretend to be ashamed, but that’s about all she has when the scent is pouring from Shauna, and the brunette is staring her down, red-faced and panting. Tai licks her lips and turns to Van, ‘I need to not be here. Stay with her?’
‘Love you too, babe,’ Van replies, shooing Tai away and sitting on the bench beside Shauna.
They hear Tai’s sneakers slap against the tile floor as she exits.
‘Hopefully she’s going to get, like, a nurse or security or something,’ Van says to Shauna, who is currently bent forwards, head on her knees, forearms pushing against her stomach as if to shove her cramps down. ‘How the fuck are you in heat? I thought you were on supressants?’
‘I am,’ Shauna replies through gritted teeth, ‘I… fuck I had to switch them last month.’
‘Oh shit, yeah, this is probably just like… onboarding?’
‘Well it’s a bad fucking time for fucking onboarding, Van!’ Shauna snaps as another wave of cramps shoot through her torso.
‘You think I don’t know that?’
They sit in silence for a few seconds before Shauna mutters, ‘sorry I got Tai hard.’
Van snorts, ‘I forgive you. I don’t know if Tai will.’
As if summoned, Tai’s shoes return, slapping against the tile, accompanied by two other pairs of feet.
Tai is wearing a mask, just a stretch of black fabric held on her ears with elastic, and through it her muffled voice says, ‘I sprinted to the nurse but she wasn’t there so I went to security but they said-’
Shauna doesn’t hear the rest of it, because approaching from behind Tai are her coaches.
Coach Matthews and Coach Taylor wear the same masks as Tai does.
‘Thanks, Turner, Palmer, we’ve got her from here,’ Coach Taylor says, and the small crinkle by her eyes suggests that she’s smiling beneath the mask. Shauna can guess what her smile looks like. It’s probably the one that’s a little crooked, where the right side goes a little higher than the left, and it’s warm and sweet and gentle and shows the sharpness of her canines.
Coach Matthews speaks next, ‘you need me to walk you out? Move, we’ll take Shipman to the nurse.’
Tai and Van scramble to their feet, and then towards the door. Tai hesitates and raises her eyebrows at Shauna, and when Shauna nods, and waves her hand very slightly, the mated pair exit, leaving Shauna at the mercy of her coaches.
‘Sorry,’ Shauna says weakly, ‘I switched my meds, I think it’s-’
‘Sent you into heat? We figured that one out already, Shipman.’ Coach Taylor says with a condescending drawl. ‘Come on, get dressed and then sit down, we’re gonna call the nurse.’
‘I can walk,’ Shauna says, getting to her feet, realising belatedly that she’s not actually clothed. Kind of. She’s got one sock on, her muddy shorts, and her regular bra, having just changed out of her double-layered sports bras before the heat hit. She wishes the regular bra was nicer, maybe a cute colour, maybe with some lace, but it’s just simple beige cotton, a small bow between the cups.
‘It’s not about your ability to walk, it’s about our ability to pry every Alpha who smells you between here and there away from you,’ Coach Matthews says, bringing her phone to her ear.
Shauna runs her hands over her face before taking a deep breath and shucking off her shorts in front of both of her coaches. Coach Taylor turns her head away, putting a hand beside her face to shield her eyes and Shauna’s dignity, while Coach Matthews places a hand on her hip, still holding the phone up with the other.
The second her shorts are by her ankles, Shauna smells an overwhelming wave of heat. She knows without even having to check that her boxers are soaked through, and clinging to the tops of her inner thighs with a combination of sweat and slick. She shuts her eyes in embarrassment, and hurries to find her slacks, dropping them in her haste to pull them on.
Shauna winces, both from cramps and from the reality that she will have to bend over to pick them up, showing her coaches just how soaked she is, but Coach Taylor is quicker, dropping to her knees to pick Shauna’s slacks up from the locker room floor, holding them up to the brunette, as if in offering. It puts her head level with Shauna’s crotch, and Shauna watches Coach Taylor’s eyes darken.
This close, Shauna can smell Coach Taylor. She smells salty, like ocean air, and heady, like going outside after a thunderstorm. It suits her.
She stays there, watching as Shauna hops into the trousers, pulling them up and on and giving herself another barrier between her heat and her soccer coach kneeling before her.
Coach Matthews speaks as Shauna is sitting down to put her other sock on, her gaze more focused on Coach Taylor, still knelt on the tile. ‘Nurse isn’t answering. We’ll just take you home.’
Shauna drops her sock. Coach Taylor lunges to pick it up for her. ‘What?’ Shauna asks, taking the sock absentmindedly.
‘It’s safer than hanging out here, or going to look for her all over campus. We can drive you back to your place, or… to your boyfriend?’ Coach Matthews is theoretically offering this, but her tone suggests it’s not something Shauna can decline.
‘No, no, that’s… I don’t have a boyfriend,’ Shauna says, suddenly concerned about whether she should come out formally to her coaches, given their first assumption was that she would have a boyfriend.
‘Then your place? We’ll leave you there to wait things out. Do you have someone to take care of you?’ Coach Matthews persists, her eyes impossibly dark, almost matching her mask.
‘I live with Tai and sometimes Van, but-’ Shauna trails off, remembering Tai’s reaction earlier. She’d be completely, totally, utterly safe with her best friend and her mate, and they’ll all get over it, and it won’t change their friendship, but showing up at the apartment within ten minutes of them, reeking of heat, to fuck herself out of it in the next room, might not be the best way to foster that progression.
‘Come on, then,’ Coach Matthews says, leaning over to tug on Coach Taylor’s short blonde ponytail. As Coach Matthews leans, a second scent layers itself over Coach Taylor’s. It’s musky and earthy, like the forest after rain. Ancient pine and rich wet earth. It weaves in with Coach Taylor’s impossibly easily, the combined scents offering something pure and real that grounds Shauna in place.
The tug seems to jolt Coach Taylor enough for her to get to her feet, brushing off her knees, shaking her from her stupor, ‘yeah, Lot- Coach Matthews is right. We’ll take you home, and your roommates can keep an eye on you. Come on.’
The slip isn’t that major. Shauna knows Coach Matthews is actually Charlotte Matthews. She owns the collector’s card from Coach Matthews’ soccer heyday. Shauna followed Coach Matthews’ career when she was in middle school, and high school. But at Brown University, she’s Coach Matthews, and Shauna has always respected that.
Shauna stands on instinct, the two women telling her to come enough to pull her up, and Coach Taylor’s gaze dips before returning, albeit reluctantly, to Shauna’s face.
‘You might want to put a shirt on first.’
Shauna realises that she’s still in her bra, and grabs for the shirt that sits, neatly folded, on top of her bag, pulling it over her head.
When she pulls it down and settles it in place, her coaches are staring at each other. Eyes widen and narrow and brows raise and drop from behind their masks. An exchange. They look back to Shauna.
She wonders which one will actually take her home as she follows them out to the nearest parking lot. Coaches Taylor and Matthews have never seemed all that close, and there’s no way the school doesn’t pay them enough for them to have to be roommates, but she can’t recall ever seeing either of them arrive on campus.
Coach Taylor walks towards a shitty little beater car, and Shauna wonders if she could be wrong about how much the school pays them. Coach Matthews stands beside the car, and catches the keys Coach Taylor tosses her. Shauna blinks, looking between the two women on either side of the car, and wonders how much shit she’s got wrong about them.
Coach Matthews takes the driver seat, and Coach Taylor takes shotgun, so Shauna slips into the back seat quietly. She looks straight ahead, at the dashboard, and feels her mouth drop open.
There, next to the speedometer, is a picture of her coaches kissing. They’re doing far more than that, though, because a banner above them in the photo reads ‘JUST MARRIED’.
Shauna can’t help herself, curiosity overriding wracking pain, ‘wait, you two are… you’re both… you what?’
Coach Taylor giggles audibly behind her mask and reaches for the cupholder, pulling out a small pouch. She tips two rings out of it and into her hand, placing one on Coach Matthews’ finger and letting Coach Matthews place one on hers.
‘Three years,’ Coach Taylor says. She points at the picture, ‘that’s Vegas. Shitty little wedding chapel that cost us about forty bucks.’
‘Oh, wow, that’s so cool,’ Shauna says even as her vision blurs slightly from the force of her heat, ‘so why do you guys, like, not want people to know? It’s not like women's soccer is a homophobic sport, half the team is gay.’
Gay marriage has been legal for a while, Shauna knows. She followed the updates on it when she was in middle school and figuring shit out. She didn’t understand at the time why she was so happy when it passed.
Her coaches exchange another look, more meaningful than anything in the locker. Coach Matthews tilts her head, a silent consent, and then pulls out of the parking space.
Coach Taylor turns around in her seat to regard Shauna carefully, and Shauna can hear the trepidation in her voice when she speaks, ‘it wasn’t about us being gay. Lottie and I-’
Lottie. Shauna knows Charlotte Matthews who led the US Women’s Soccer Team to a gold medal a few Olympics ago, but the name still feels like brand new information, particularly with how Coach Taylor said it, like it was something sweet and precious.
‘We’re both Alphas,’ Coach Taylor says, slamming Shauna back to reality as she realises that she is an Omega in heat sat in the back seat of her Coaches car and both her coaches are Alphas and she’s in so much fucking trouble.
Lottie takes Shauna’s silence, and the accompanying worried pheromones, as something worse, and snaps, ‘watch it, Shipman. See, Jack, I told you they wouldn’t get it.’
Alpha pairings aren’t unheard of, but they’re unusual to say the least. Two people in one relationship, both fighting to be the dominant one, both playing the protector and defender, both entering rut to procreate, unable to without an Omega. Alpha relationships barely ever made it to marriage. Shauna remembers reading something in her sociology class, about less than a percent of marriages being Alpha on Alpha, and almost all of those ending in divorce, bloodshed or both.
‘I, sorry, I’m not like… Alphaphobic,’ Shauna stutters, unsure of how to phrase it, and she hears Coach Taylor - Jack - snicker under her mask, ‘I just… I’m in heat, my brain’s all scrambled, I wasn’t expecting it, you know?’
Lottie sighs from the front seat, focused on pulling onto the main road, ‘sorry, Shipman, we just… we get it a lot.’
‘You do?’
‘Why do you think we keep it quiet?’ Jack asks, ‘we know it’s rare, but we’re happy. We just don’t need people being weird about it.’
‘Got it,’ Shauna says, ‘sorry if I got-’
‘No, no, honey it’s fine,’ Jack soothes, her voice smooth and soft, ‘we’re just… protective.’
‘Yeah, of course you would be,’ Shauna says as another round of cramps hits her, making her double over, head between her knees, seatbelt tugging at her neck. ‘Shit, sorry, it’s just-’
‘Your heat, yeah, honey, I know,’ Jack’s voice is echoing through the pain ringing in Shauna’s ears, but Shauna feels a hand touch her hair and stroke it softly, and she thinks it has to be Jackie. On the floor between her feet, she sees a Brown shirt, and her fingers itch to grab it, to bring it to her face and inhale, but she’s in the back of her coaches’ car and she can’t do it without getting caught.
‘Can you, uh…’ Shauna isn’t sure how to ask it. She isn’t sure if she should ask it. The Alphas are trying to help her and she feels like a pervert but she asks anyway. ‘Can you like, send some pheromones my way or something? Just to take the edge off?’
Lottie jerks the steering wheel violently, pulling them into a Target parking lot. Shauna expects Lottie to kick her out for asking her wife for that. She expects Lottie to yell, to scream, to threaten to beat her to a raw and bloody pulp. Shauna would let her.
‘Sorry, sorry, sorry, I just thought-’
‘Absolutely not,’ Lottie says, quiet and stern.
‘What Lottie means,’ Jack says, tone sympathetic and patient, ‘is that we are keeping our pheromones to ourselves, because we don’t want you to do something you’ll regret.’
‘What does that mean?’ Shauna asks, knowing she shouldn’t push it but desperate all the same.
‘It means that if we pump you full of calm and docile, you could sign up to something you don’t want, Shipman. This is for your own good.’ Lottie’s tone is firm as she gets out of the car, slamming the door behind her.
‘I’m so sorry,’ Shauna blubs to Jackie, tears starting to fall at the thought of displeasing an Alpha, ‘I didn’t mean to make her mad, I just thought-’
‘I know, sweetie, I know,’ Jack coos, stroking Shauna’s hair again, letting Shauna smell salt and electricity on her wrist. Jack tilts her head sympathetically, ‘the thing is, we’re your coaches. We’re responsible for you. We worry about you, and we care about you a lot, which is why we trusted you with all of this,’ she gestures to the wedding photo with her left hand, the ring glinting in the dashboard light, ‘and we don’t want you to make any decisions if you’re not completely in control of yourself, alright?’
‘What decisions?’ Shauna asks.
Just then, Jack’s phone rings, the screen flashing with ‘WIFEY’. She answers with a ‘you forgot the list, didn’t you?’ Jack puts it on speaker, holding it in the air between herself and Shauna, who stares at the hand and phone as if both are alien objects.
Lottie’s voice comes through the speaker, ‘Shipman, do you have meds for heats?’
Shauna blinks, stutters, answers, ‘no, but you-’
‘But nothing,’ Lottie interrupts immediately. ‘What about food? Are you on the college senior diet or are you actually eating like a soccer player?’
‘Wha-’
‘Fruits, veggies, protein, carbs, healthy fats, do you have them at home, Shipman?’
All Shauna has at home is ramen and microwaveable rice pouches. It’s quick and it’s easy and it’s filling and she works the calories off on the field. ‘I… you really don’t-’
‘I’ll take that as a no. Any dietary restrictions? I already know you’re allergic to shellfish but anything more than that?’
Shauna looks at Jack, helpless, and Jack says, ‘this will be a lot less painless if you let her do it, trust me.’
‘I…’ Shauna hesitates, then says, ‘I’m kosher.’
There’s a thud on the other end, ‘no bacon, then,’ Lottie comments dryly. ‘See you in a few.’
Jack ends the call and Shauna swears she can see her smile behind the mask. ‘That’s my girl,’ Jack says with a wink, and Shauna isn’t sure who she’s referring to.
‘I don’t know if I can pay-’
‘Don’t finish that sentence,’ Jack says, ‘we got this.’
‘But it sounds like she’s-’
‘Whatever you’re about to say, she is. She’s going overboard, she’s buying a fuckton of food and meds and all of that shit, she’s going to come back to this car in way more than a few minutes covered in bags, and you’re going to take it all back to your apartment and eat and drink as much as you can to survive your heat, and share anything you don’t finish with your roommates, okay Shipman?’
Shauna’s mouth opens and closes a few times, and she blinks forcefully, until it makes her ears pop.
‘We were serious about not forcing anything on you, but we’re also not going to let our star player masturbate herself to death. Got it?’
Shauna feels all of the blood in her entire body rush to her head, and she thinks she can hear it slosh as she nods.
Jack seems to smile again, and murmurs, ‘good girl.’
Shauna feels that blood shoot downwards.
Her phone buzzes in her pocket.
She checks the text and can’t help but roll her eyes, but when she sees Jack looking at her she quickly hides the screen.
‘Shipman, if you want to hide shit, you need a basic poker face. What’s up?’
‘Nothing,’ Shauna says, hesitant, ‘it’s just… Tai and Van are going to stay with Nat for a couple days, just so Tai doesn’t have to be around my heat.’
Jack’s shoulders square, ‘so you have no one to take care of you, check in, make sure you’re still alive and healthy?’
‘They said they’ll come by a couple times a day to make sure I’m okay, and I can text if I need them, Nat only lives like one flight up in the same building.’
‘But if something happened, and you couldn’t tell them, it could take them hours to find out?’
Shauna hesitates, ‘I mean it won’t be that bad, right?’
‘You don’t know?’
‘This is my first real heat. I’ve been on suppressants since I presented.’
Jack’s eyes widen, impossibly large and alert, ‘Shauna, how long have you been on meds?’
‘Like…’ Shauna pauses, counts on her fingers, Jack’s look growing more concerned with every digit raised. ‘Eight years? I presented when I was like fourteen, and I’m twenty-two, so…’
Jack groans, ‘fuck, Shipman. Okay you need someone to get you through your heat. Do you have an Alpha you can call?’
Shauna shrugs, ‘I only know Tai and Van would kill us both. I think one of the sophomores on the team is an Alpha, right? The one with the… hat?’
Jack growls quietly, so faint Shauna almost isn’t sure she heard it, ‘Shauna, it’s important that you call someone.’
‘Omegas get through heats alone all the time, Jack, I’m sure I’ll be fine.’ The nickname is accidental, slipping through Shauna’s teeth as easily as a breath, but it makes Jack tense all the same.
‘Jackie,’ she says, ‘call me Jackie. And yeah, Omegas get through normal heats alone constantly, but most Omegas aren’t on suppressants for pushing a decade and experiencing their first ever heat.’
‘So is it bad?’ Shauna asks, starting to panic.
‘Hey, hey, I’m not trying to scare you,’ Jackie says, grabbing Shauna’s hand. It’s warm and soft. Shauna never wants her to let go. ‘But it’s a big thing, and you’re still really in pre-heat, you’ve not been hit by the real thing yet.’
‘I haven’t?’
‘The real thing wouldn’t let you talk to me now. It’s going to be painful to do it alone, so if you have an Alpha you trust, get them to come see you. Ask your roommates to come back so they can check on you. Take the shit Lottie is buying you and use it. Do not underestimate this, okay, Shipman?’
Shauna nods, her mind reeling. She doesn’t know any fucking Alphas. She knows Tai, she has a vague idea of one of the sophomores, and she’s not spoken to Jeff since he cheated on her the week she left for Brown. She doesn’t know who to ask. She looks back to the hand holding hers, and follows it to an arm, a shoulder, a neck, a half-masked face with big deep hazel eyes. She licks her lips and asks, ‘can you help me?’
Jackie hesitates, glancing back towards the store, and Shauna realises she just asked Jackie to cheat on her wife.
She has a solution for it, though, in her heat-addled brain, ‘both of you,’ she adds. When Jackie raises her eyebrows, Shauna clarifies, ‘I mean, you said it was like, awful for the first time, right? And I need someone to watch me and someone to… help. What if you both just… helped. Only if you want to but, you know, the math is there.’
Jackie laughs. Long and loud and shaking behind her mask. She tilts her head back and wipes her eyes from the force of it. When she can speak again, she says, incredulous, ‘the math is there?’
‘You know what I mean!’ Shauna replies, just in time for Lottie, carrying about eight bags, to pull the back door open and dump them all beside Shauna.
Lottie settles herself in the front seat, then reaches back and pulls out a bottle of gatorade and a packet of pills, ‘take two of these now,’ she orders, and Shauna obeys as if it’s second nature.
Jackie is still chuckling slightly, and when Lottie turns to her and asks, ‘what’s funny?’ Shauna’s blood freezes. Jackie and Lottie, her soccer coaches, have been so kind to her, kept her safe, bought her supplies, offered to drive her home, and she’s ruined it all by suggesting a threesome.
Jackie doesn’t reply aloud, instead slowly taking her mask off and inhaling deeply, sighing as she does. She reaches over and takes off Lottie’s mask, too, before leaning forwards to kiss her wife, and when the kiss breaks, Lottie mimics her wife’s breathing, before turning to the midfielder in the backseat.
‘You wanna give me your address, Shipman?’ Lottie asks.
The flush on her tan cheeks really suits her. Lottie seems to delight in scaring the shit out of the team at practice, and the way she towers over them with a constant glare definitely helps with that, but now her face is soft and sweet, and she’s smiling a real smile that warms Shauna all over, and Shauna can smell salt and pine, layering and looping over each other to reach her in the back of the car.
‘You know my allergies but not my address?’ Shauna asks, head tilted.
‘Only one affects me ordering pizza on game day,’ Lottie says, facing forward and turning the key, sending the car roaring into consciousness. Her eyes find Shauna’s in the rearview mirror. ‘You smell incredible, by the way.’
Lottie puts her foot on the pedal before Shauna can respond, rejoining the cars on the main road.
‘Doesn’t she?’ Jackie asks, and Shauna missed seeing her grin properly as she catches a flash of canines from the back seat. Jackie turns back to Shauna, ‘sweetie, this is completely up to you. Seriously. You can say whatever you want and it won’t change anything going forwards, okay?’
Shauna nods, not entirely sure what she’s agreeing to.
‘I need you to tell me where your place is, and we’ll walk you up and help you put your stuff away, and then if you want us to leave we will, and if you want us to stay, we’ll do that, too. It is entirely your call, and whatever you decide will not impact you afterwards, okay?’
Shauna nods again, dozens and dozens of scenarios running through her head.
Jackie’s smile is distinctly amused, ‘Shauna, we need the address regardless.’
Shauna rattles it off, only half aware she’s doing it.
‘Good girl,’ Lottie says, and Shauna’s thighs clench, ‘now don’t decide on the other thing for at least ten more minutes. I got you the fast acting shit so it should help you clear your head soon.’
Shauna does feel notably clearer by the time they pull up to her apartment building. Her head isn’t spinning, her vision isn’t blurring at the edges, and even her cramps have settled. She wants to drop to her knees and thank Lottie for buying them, but she doesn’t think Lottie would want that here, outside an apartment known for housing mostly students at Brown, when she’s not even comfortable telling people that she’s married.
As promised, the wives help Shauna take the bags of… stuff… upstairs.
There’s various meats and cheeses, loaves of bread, bags of pasta and rice, packs of chips and cookies and chocolate, fruit and veggies and yogurts and protein bars and trail mix and energy drinks. Boxes on boxes of meds, heat packs, cold packs, lube, condoms, caffeine tablets and electrolyte and protein powder. Shauna isn’t sure how Lottie fit it all in just eight bags.
Neither of the Alphas speak as they unpack and refill Shauna’s kitchen, not even to comment on the empty cupboards or the mouldy thing in the back corner of the fridge that she and Tai refuse to clean, each swearing the other left it. The older women seem more than happy to leave Shauna to her thoughts, and Shauna is grateful for it.
As she watches them as they work. They’re coordinated, the way a couple can only be after being together for ages, though she doesn’t know exactly how long they’ve been dating. Jackie moves to put something in the fridge, and Lottie hands Jackie something from her bag that needs to be chilled. Lottie takes cookies from Jackie’s hand to put them on the top shelf of the pantry, a shelf that’s too high for Shauna so must be too high for Jackie, too. The new context of them, of the rings on their fingers, of the photo on the dash, sends Shauna flipping through memories of her coaches.
Her old coach, Coach Scott, scouting her at seventeen. Brown inviting Shauna to a mixer with their alumni to impress her. Seeing Charlotte Matthews, standing proudly even with her knee brace in the wake of her career-ending break, had made Shauna’s own knees wobble. She was proud and strong and stunning. Shauna hadn’t so much as made eye contact for the rest of the night. Coach Taylor - Jackie - joining the team just before Shauna’s junior year, fresh off coaching the men’s team at Princeton. No one knew why she left what had to be stupidly good money with the men at Princeton for just regular good money on the women’s team at Brown.
Shauna knows now. Just like she knows the colour of the wedding rings Jackie and Lottie wear, and the way they kiss each other, and the way they say each other’s names, and the way they move around her kitchen, coordinated, like they belong there.
Her head is clear and her mind is made.
Shauna locks the front door.
Shauna has no idea how long they’ve been having sex.
She messaged Tai and told her to stay away from the apartment for a few days - she’d found an Alpha to get her through her heat - and left out minor details such as how many Alphas and who those Alphas were. Tai and Van had sent over a dozen messages between them within the hour, making sure Shauna hadn’t picked up some freak Alpha or invited a serial killer back to their place or some shit, and Shauna had answered a phone call with Lottie’s cock knotted inside her to assure them both that she was safe and it was someone they knew and trusted, and then hung up to avoid naming names.
‘You can tell them if you want,’ Jackie had said from behind Shauna, her front pressed against Shauna’s back to kiss her neck and play with her breasts, ‘if you think they can keep it quiet.’
Shauna had keened at that, her Omega resenting having to keep anything quiet, and Lottie had understood, leaning forward to kiss Shauna’s collarbone before saying, ‘you can tell whoever you want whatever you want, okay? Jackie and I knew our secret might get out before we even told you. We can deal with it, and it’s not like we’re breaking any laws. We just don’t want you to get shit from the team.’
Shauna half believes her.
It’s mutually assured destruction, except Shauna is the one holding both destruct buttons. If she outs their status, Lottie and Jackie are the only people who suffer. They told her because they trust her not to do that to them. If she tells people they’re married Alphas, she embarrasses them, puts them through all the stigma they’ve been hiding their marriage over, and might make them move again. If she outs that they’re helping her through her heat, they probably won’t get in trouble with the school, given everyone is an adult (admittedly Shauna has been an adult for about a decade less than they have, but still), but Shauna is very liable to get in shit with the team, given most of them are betas and she already has to prove on a daily basis that her status isn’t going to affect her playing. Frankly, she shouldn’t have to, and she knows a good amount of it is in her head, but it still gnaws at her.
The stereotype is still there, the one of the strong dominant Alpha and the meek submissive Omega, and while society has mostly gotten over it, and those stereotypes mean nothing on the field or in the locker room, Shauna still doesn’t want to return from her sudden and very public heat reeking of not just one, but both of their soccer coaches.
It’s hard to remember that, however, when she’s on her back on the mattress, whimpering and pleading, ‘bite me, bite me, bite me, please,’ and baring her neck to the two Alphas.
They find a compromise, sucking hickies into the soft skin of Shauna’s neck, her shoulders, leaving a wide space around her pulse point, where a mating mark would go. It makes Shauna whine as they skip the spot completely, grabbing both of them by the hair and trying to force their lips and teeth to bite a permanent mark in place. Lottie pushes Shauna back against the bed, forcefully enough for it to work and softly enough for it to not hurt her, and places a hand lightly on Shauna’s throat, not pressing down, but making it clear that she needs to stay in place, ‘not this time, princess,’ Lottie spits the words out, as if it pains her to say any of it, as if just the idea is making her teeth itch.
Jackie slips down and starts peppering kisses on Shauna’s stomach, her hips, the tops of her thighs, and when Shauna parts her legs, Jackie pushes them apart, looking up at Shauna from between them. ‘You gonna be good, baby?’ Jackie asks, sweet as honey.
‘Yes, please, I’m sorry,’ Shauna pleads.
Jackie’s mouth is on Shauna before she can finish apologising.
It’s not enough, but it’s perfect. Jackie is swirling her tongue just right, and using exactly the right pressure, and her fingers are long and sink deep into Shauna before she crooks them to hit the exact spot that makes Shauna’s legs twitch, but it’s still not enough.
Lottie seems to know, and she pulls Shauna into a kiss, licking her way into Shauna’s mouth and drawing her tongue over the younger woman’s teeth. When she pulls back, a line of spit connects their lips, and Shauna leans up to chase it, sucking it from Lottie’s bottom lip.
‘You need more, sweetheart?’ Lottie asks, leaning over Shauna, her chest brushing Shauna’s face, to grab another condom.
Shauna, purely on instinct, snatches the condom from her and throws it across the room. When she realises what she did, she blushes and offers an apologetic shrug. Lottie blinks at her before reaching for another condom with one hand, and holding Shauna’s hand down with the other.
‘You know the rules, princess. Can’t have our star player out with morning sickness,’ Lottie tuts, before leaning impossibly closer, until all Shauna can smell is damp earth and all she can see is the black of Lottie’s irises, barely ringed in a warm honey brown. ‘Now, are you going to be good for us?’ She grabs a fistful of Shauna’s hair and tugs.
Shauna clamps her thighs shut for friction, only to close them around Jackie’s head. Jackie doesn’t seem to mind. ‘Yes, please, let me be good. For real this time. I promise I’ll be good.’
Lottie rips the packet with her teeth and that shouldn’t be as sexy as it is, and Shauna watches her long, deft fingers roll the condom on. Lottie is long. Really long. Shauna doesn’t have a measuring tape to hand but she thinks really long is an appropriate guess as Lottie’s fingers trail the length of her cock. Shauna never thought of balls as being all that pretty. She’s only seen Jeff’s and they were gross. But Lottie has pretty balls, somehow. Shauna figures if anyone would, it would be her.
Lottie parts Shauna’s thighs and nudges Jackie out of the way. Her wife goes unwillingly, and lets out a little growl despite being covered, from cheek to chest, in Shauna’s slick, and Shauna wonders if this is where she wrecks their marriage, if they’re about to break apart for the sake of Jackie having just a few more minutes to taste Shauna properly and Lottie needing to be inside her, and the idea sends another jolt of arousal to her clit. When Lottie licks Jackie’s face clean of her instead, Shauna thinks she might die. She thinks it would be worth it.
Lottie slots herself between Shauna’s spread legs and starts to trace her fingers over Shauna’s raw and pink skin, evidence of the hours that might be days that they’ve already been at this, and Jackie climbs up the bed, her own cock bobbing as she moves, and Shauna feels her mouth start to water. Jackie is shorter than Lottie, her length about average, maybe even just below it, but she’s thick. So thick that as she reaches Shauna, and Shauna cups Jackie in her hand, she finds that she can’t actually get her hand around it. There’s a gap where her fingers can’t quite meet around the width of Jackie, and Shauna wants to run her tongue over the space in apology.
‘Can I-’ Shauna begins, lips parting in a pant and a request.
Jackie is ahead of her, scooting up on her knees to kneel beside Shauna’s head, and Shauna leans over to take Jackie into her mouth.
She realises her mistake almost immediately.
Shauna pauses, lips halfway down Jackie’s cock, and forces herself to breathe through her nose. Her jaw is stretched uncomfortably wide around Jackie, making it ache.
‘Sweetie,’ Jackie says softly from above her, ‘you don’t have to take it all.’
It spurs Shauna on, and she pulls herself off of Jackie and crawls away from Lottie, who looks heartbroken at the loss, ‘wait,’ Shauna says, and both of the older women lean back to give her space.
Shauna, with great effort, rearranges herself, from her back to her front, and presents to Lottie, who growls, ‘Shipman, I told you-’
‘I know, I know, it’s not like I took the condom off. Just… let’s try it like this,’ Shauna says, tugging at Jackie’s thighs until the blonde gets the hint and settles against the pillow Shauna was just laying on. Shauna spreads her legs further, and feels the heat of Lottie’s body settling between them. The angle is still awkward for Lottie, who doesn’t want to put too much pressure on her knee, but she doesn’t complain as the head of her cock snags on Shauna’s swollen entrance. Shauna’s mouth, meanwhile, is perfectly aligned on Jackie’s cock, and the blonde grabs at the headboard behind her to avoid grabbing Shauna’s hair. Shauna says, ‘okay, go,’ and sinks her mouth down on Jackie. The angle for this is ideal, and Jackie smoothly slides into Shauna’s mouth, the head of her just barely settling in Shauna’s throat. As Shauna adjusts to breathing through her nose and wonders what she’s meant to do next, Lottie slides into her cunt. Shauna swallows. Jackie thrusts her hips up into Shauna’s face. Lottie pushes her hips forward as Jackie pulls back.
‘You good, Shipman?’ Jackie asks cautiously.
Shauna, unable to speak and unwilling to lose the feeling of either woman stretching her open, lifts one hand off the mattress to give a thumbs up.
She hears twin chuckles above her, and waits for the two women to find a rhythm.
It takes less time than she thought.
They’re perfectly in sync. Jackie moves forward, Lottie moves backward. Lottie presses into Shauna, Jackie pulls out ever so slightly. Jackie makes sure Shauna can breathe, and Lottie makes sure that no part of Shauna goes unattended, sliding one hand beneath where they’re joined to play with Shauna’s clit, using her other hand to reach forward and toy with one of Shauna’s nipples. Shauna groans at the attention, and it sends vibrations along Jackie’s length, making Jackie twitch and spurt into Shauna’s throat, which makes her swallow again, which makes Jackie grip the headboard tighter. They both take it unbearably slow, but it seems to help with the depth, letting Shauna accommodate the both of them without any pain.
Then Jackie pries one hand from the headboard to run it through Shauna’s hair, playing with it, stroking the sweaty strands from her forehead, running her fingers through the tangles that have gathered since they entered the bedroom. ‘You’re doing so good, Shauna. You’re so good for us. Such a good Omega. It’s like you’re made for us.’
It sends Shauna into a frenzy, rocking her hips, thrusting herself back and forth on the two cocks. Lottie grabs her hips to guide her into a better rhythm, and Jackie pulls Shauna’s hair until the brunette releases her cock with a cry. Shauna immediately tries to take it back into her mouth with a mutter of, ‘wanna be good,’ and Jackie pulls Shauna’s hair harder, until her throat is bared and she’s looking up at her coach with bloodshot eyes.
‘You did so good, sweetheart, but I was about to knot your mouth,’ Jackie tells her.
‘Do it, then,’ Shauna says, opening her mouth and sticking her tongue out expectantly.
Jackie chuckles, and Lottie slaps Shauna’s ass, making Shauna throw her head back. Jackie grabs Shauna’s chin with her fingers, placing her thumb on Shauna’s lips, and Shauna greedily takes that into her mouth, instead, sucking on Jackie’s thumb, feeling the ridges in the skin.
‘If I knot your mouth, you will actually lose the ability to breathe, and I’m not explaining that our star player died from choking on my dick,’ Jackie tells Shauna, who pouts around the thumb in her mouth, and Jackie wishes she could give in and give the girl everything she wants forever. ‘Don’t look at me like that, baby,’ Jackie says, ‘it’s dangerous.’ Shauna still looks sad, like Jackie has just kicked her off the team, so Jackie offers an alternative. She places her other hand on her spit-slicked cock and starts to pump it, pushing herself as close as she can get to cumming without actually falling over that edge, ‘you want my cum, sweetie?’ She asks Shauna, who nods around her thumb, ‘open your mouth again.’ Shauna repeats her previous action, pink tongue hanging out of her open mouth, ‘close your eyes,’ Jackie warns, and Shauna does, so obedient, just in time for Jackie to finish. She aims it for Shauna’s mouth, her tongue, as best she can, but still some drips to the younger woman’s cheeks, her chin. Shauna opens her eyes, tongue still out, and looks to Jackie, as if asking for permission. Jackie realises what she wants immediately, and says, ‘you can swallow.’ Shauna does immediately, bringing her hand up to wipe the excess from her face and into her mouth. ‘Fuck, you’re so perfect,’ Jackie says, looking to her wife, ‘isn’t she perfect, Lot?’
‘She’s so perfect. Takes us like she’s made for it. Fuck, she’s incredible,’ Lottie finishes her words, said between pants, with a pinch to Shauna’s clit and a forceful thrust, burying her knot inside the senior. Shauna sees stars, collapsing forward on the bed, Lottie going with her, covering the younger woman with her body before pulling her onto her side.
Jackie gets up and off the mattress, despite Shauna and Lottie’s protest, and returns with chocolate and water. She lies beside Shauna and stretches an arm over to place a hand on Lottie’s waist, squeezing her wife’s side affectionately as she presses a kiss on Shauna’s forehead. Lottie, behind Shauna, is dropping kisses along the back of Shauna’s shoulders, the top of her spine, through her hair and onto the back of her head. Jackie rips open the chocolate bar and breaks a square off, placing it against Shauna’s lips. Shauna opens her mouth and lets Jackie place it on her tongue. Jackie repeats the process with Lottie, and Lottie playfully nips at her fingers before she can pull them away. The three of them share the water bottle, Jackie ensuring Shauna drinks over half by herself.
When Shauna can speak again, it’s to say ‘thank you,’ and kiss Lottie and Jackie in turn, soft and chaste and on the lips, not daring to push for more.
Lottie edges closer to Shauna, her knot pressing impossibly closer to Shauna’s walls, and kisses her again, deeper this time, with tongue and teeth and intimacy, ‘we should be thanking you, angel,’ she says, ‘you’re so perfect for us, you’re doing such a good job.’
‘Rest up,’ Jackie adds, before giving Shauna her own kiss, nipping at Shauna’s bottom lip and swiping over the skin with her tongue before lying back, ‘your heat has definitely settled, but you’re probably only about halfway through it.’
‘Halfway?’ Shauna asks, incredulous, ‘but it’s been so-’
‘You said we’re dealing with eight years worth of heat. It’s going to take a while.’
Shauna sighs, and, without thinking about the action, reaches back to where Jackie’s hand sits on Lottie’s waist, and interlaces her fingers with Jackie’s, squeezing Lottie’s waist again. Lottie’s fingers settle on top of their joined hands, and it’s her turn to offer light pressure to the pair, before Lottie brings the tangle of fingers up to her lips. Shauna feels the angle change before she feels the kiss that’s pressed partly to her knuckles, and sighs happily, ‘there are worse ways to spend time, I guess.’
Lottie chuckles behind her, and Jackie leans in and kisses Shauna’s neck before saying, ‘I’ve already booked Lottie and I on leave, so it looks like we planned our break months ago, and got Ben back from the men’s team for a couple of days to cover for us. No one will worry about you missing practice, so we’ll get away with it.’
Shauna feels a relief she didn’t know she was missing at the information, letting her head sink into the pillow beneath her with a contented sigh, ‘thank you.’
‘Stop thanking us, it’s hardly a burden,’ Lottie says lowly, and Shauna feels some part of her tense. Is she hardly a burden because they want to be here, with her, now, or is she hardly a burden because she’s an Omega in heat and available for them?
‘What she means is we like you, Shauna, and we like taking care of you,’ Jackie says, as if she knows what Shauna’s thinking, as if she knows exactly what to say to get Shauna to settle back down. Jackie offers Shauna another square of chocolate, and Shauna parts her lips to take it, chewing slowly as she considers her next question.
‘Would you guys… Is this something you’d do for anyone?’
Lottie’s knot jolts up into her as Lottie gives a sharp, aggressive thrust, ‘rude as shit, Shipman.’
‘What my wife means is… no. We wouldn’t do this for anyone but you, Shauna. I hope you believe that,’ Jackie’s eyes, which Shauna had always thought were a light brown, are more green up close, and right now they’re impossibly green, rich emerald with flecks of amber and gold and bronze, and they make Shauna believe her with everything she has.
‘I do believe you,’ Shauna says, and Lottie leans forward, pressing her head back into the skin between Shauna’s shoulderblades, and drops a kiss to her spine, as Jackie leans forward to kiss Shauna’s nose. Shauna clears her throat, ‘and obviously I don’t just, like, have threesomes with Alphas all the time.’
Both Alphas chuckle, and Jackie kisses her nose again, and says, ‘of course not.’
‘But I have to say you’re a fucking natural,’ Lottie says behind her, and Shauna covers her face with her hands to hide her blush.
Dinner, which Shauna determines by the sliver of the moon out of her bedroom window, is a rice bowl piled with veggies each, and a shared plate of chicken and steak that’s been cut into strips, with a few kinds of dipping sauce.
‘I wasn’t sure which you’d like so I just did them all,’ Lottie explains, somewhat bashful, and Shauna is overcome by the urge to kiss her, so she does, leaning, naked, over the rice and meat and sauce to pour her thanks into the kiss and hope Lottie understands it. She seems to.
Jackie watches, as if seeing whether Shauna goes for the chicken or steak first, and when Shauna grabs a piece of medium-rare steak between her fingers, and bites into it, the juice running down her wrist as she moans and licks it up, both Alphas are momentarily distracted by the view, but Jackie makes a point of turning the plate until the steak is closest to Shauna, and ensures Shauna eats the bulk of it along with her rice and veggies until Shauna protests that she really is full and cannot physically handle any more.
Her heat has subsided, and her hunger is sated, and she’s just left a shower shared with Jackie while Lottie cooked, so she suggests, ‘wanna watch some TV?’
The Alphas exchange another look before smiling and nodding. Shauna thinks she’s getting better at understanding their looks. She thinks this one means they think she’s cute.
She ends up lying on her right side, her left arm and leg draped over Lottie, her face in Lottie’s neck, with Jackie behind her, her front to Shauna’s back, spooning her. Lottie’s right hand has found a nice grip on Shauna’s ass, and Jackie’s hands are meant to be on Shauna’s stomach, but slip up and down regularly, to lazily circle Shauna’s clit or tease one of her nipples, any whines from Shauna swiftly met with a kiss from either woman.
There’s nothing on TV that offers more compelling viewing than the tangle of limbs they’re all in right now, so that plan is abandoned in favour of just lying together, silently, breathing each other in.
‘So how long have you been together?’ Shauna asks, breaking that silence.
The press of limbs grows tenser, and Shauna worries she’s ruined everything, before Jackie says, ‘since we were sixteen.’
‘Oh, wow, that’s a while,’ Shauna comments, genuinely shocked by the news.
‘You calling us old, Shipman?’ Jackie teases, pressing a kiss to the back of Shauna’s neck.
‘I think she is, Jack,’ Lottie says, and Shauna can see the smile settling on her lips even before Lottie tilts her head towards Shauna to press her own kiss to the crown of Shauna’s head. Lottie, the reserved of the pair, the guarded one, the meaner one, smiles at Shauna, her eyes glittering in the darkness of the bedroom, ‘we grew up together. We were on the same soccer team from elementary school all the way through to college. Then I got scouted for the national team and we said we’d keep it all quiet.’
‘Why, though? It’s unusual, but you’re both amazing, no one would have a problem with it.’
Lottie looks at Jackie, hesitant, and Jackie says, ‘my parents had a problem with it. They didn’t want an Alpha for a daughter in the first place, and then finding out I was in love with a girl, that was… yeah. They kicked me out when I was sixteen.’
‘And my parents liked that I was an Alpha. We were both from these old families, they were happy I would carry on the bloodline. When Jackie got kicked out, I convinced them to let her move in, and it was all good for a while, but then Jackie’s suppressants ran out, and we couldn’t get new ones without her parents signing off, and she went into rut. When my parents realised she was an Alpha, too, they threw us both out.’
‘Fuck,’ Shauna says, unsure of what else to say, ‘I’m so sorry.’
‘Stop apologising,’ Lottie says, and Shauna thinks she can actually hear Lottie rolling her eyes at her. ‘But yeah, that’s why we kept it quiet when I made it to the national team. Just in case some shit went down. And then I fucked my knee up, came back to Brown, and Jack joined me. It’s just safer like this. We can’t hide our status, but we can hide the marriage.’
‘But you get it, right?’ Jackie asks behind her, voice almost fragile, ‘you get why we do it like this? Why we don’t tell people?’
‘Yeah, yeah, of course I get it. I won’t tell anyone,’ Shauna promises. She thinks that now, as women in their thirties with established careers, it might be safer for both of them, but she also knows that the stigmas still exist, they’re still real, and she isn’t about to tell women who have seen so much more of the worst of this than she has that they’re wrong.
‘But yeah, to answer the original question, we’re thirty-three now, been together since sixteen, so seventeen years.’
Shauna has one more question, and it’s a gross violation of their privacy, and it completely breaks whatever unspoken rules they have for this whole thing, but she asks anyway, ‘in seventeen years, have you ever… with other Omegas?’
‘No,’ Lottie says, ‘just you.’
There’s a natural follow-up question to that, so Shauna asks that, too, ‘why me?’
Lottie takes this one, too, she and Jackie exchanging a brief look above Shauna’s head before she replies, ‘because, in seventeen years, over half of our lives, no one has made us want another partner until we met you.’
‘Another partner? I thought this was like-’
‘It’s whatever you want it to be,’ Lottie says smoothly, ‘same rules as before. Nothing you do or say affects anything on the field, we will never hold anything against you if anything this end goes wrong, but if you want it all back to normal after this heat, we can do that, and if you want more than that, whether that’s heat buddies or mates or something in between, we’ll do that, too.’
‘But I still don’t get it. Why me?’
Jackie is moving, now, placing kisses on Shauna’s neck and speaking between words, ‘because you’re smart, you’re determined, you get out on that field and you give it your all every time, and you balance us out perfectly.’
‘Plus you’re easy on the eyes,’ Lottie adds dryly, raking her gaze over Shauna and grinning lasciviously, making Shauna blush and bury her head in Lottie’s shoulder.
‘Not to mention cute and funny and sweet,’ Jackie says behind her, and Shauna is regretting opening up the question to begin with.
‘And an absolute fireball in bed.’
‘Shut up!’ Shauna says against the softness of Lottie’s skin, face burning bright red. Jackie coos and places a kiss to her blazing cheek, dousing Shauna’s embarrassment. Still against Lottie, Shauna says, ‘can I think about it?’
She feels Jackie and Lottie shift around her, another one of their telepathic conversations. Shauna wonders if she’ll learn to do that. Jackie shuffles forward, pressing closer to Shauna, as Lottie pulls her in tighter, and says, ‘as long as you want.’
Shauna wakes up with her heat back with a vengeance.
Jackie is gone, and Lottie is between her thighs, pupils blown, lips bitten raw. ‘Oh thank god you’re awake,’ Lottie says, a hand on each of Shauna’s thighs, her fingertips sinking into the plush skin, ‘I didn’t want to do it while you were asleep, I didn’t get consent, but do you want-’
Shauna cuts Lottie off, ‘if you’re not inside me in the next three seconds I swear to fucking god, I’ll-’
Shauna doesn’t finish the thought, because Lottie smirks and pushes forward, entering Shauna, who nearly cries when she feels the ultra-thin, barely there, but torturous all the same, glide of latex. She pouts at Lottie, and Lottie seems to understand, sympathetically saying, ‘I know, baby, I know,’ before hooking Shauna’s knees over her shoulders and beginning to thrust.
Lottie seems to be trying something new, kneeling on her good knee, her scarred and injured knee on the outside of Shauna’s thighs. The leverage it gives her is a little weird, but Shauna doesn’t mind it at all, not when the angle lets Lottie hit the spongy spot on Shauna’s front wall over and over, making Shauna see stars.
‘Play with your tits for me,’ Lottie says, the instruction clear and vulgar and enough to make Shauna gasp, tilting her head back and pressing it into the pillow as she brings her hands up to cup a breast each. She doesn’t know what to do, barely does it to herself, but she massages the soft skin with her palm and then cups both from beneath, as if presenting them to Lottie, before flicking her thumbs over her nipples, the contact sending electricity to her clit. She pinches them next, and makes herself moan aloud, before twisting them and having to bite down a scream. She keeps going, figuring out that she likes it when it hurts, making it hurt her more as Lottie keeps filling her.
Her first orgasm of the day - or night, she isn’t sure - sneaks up on her, pushing her over the edge suddenly. Her second and third follow shortly as Lottie keeps up a relentless pace, fucking her through it each time. It’s only as her fourth or fifth flows over her that Jackie comes back, carrying a large plate, piled high with scrambled eggs, turkey bacon, and toast. Jackie sets the plate on the nightstand with a small smile and says, ‘you couldn’t wait for me?’
Shauna starts to say ‘sor-’
Lottie places a hand over her mouth, ‘apologise for one more fucking thing, Shauna, and you’re never cumming again.’
Shauna, wide-eyed, nods behind Lottie’s hand, and Lottie slows her movements down to sit back on the bed, pulling Shauna with her until Lottie’s back is against the wall and Shauna is straddling her lap.
‘You want my knot, baby?’ Lottie asks.
‘Yes, god, yes.’
‘Ask her,’ Lottie says, nodding to Jackie.
Jackie ignores Shauna’s desperate look to ask Lottie, ‘has she been good?’
‘Mostly,’ Lottie says, ‘you saw that slip up just now.’
‘I did,’ Jackie nods, ‘but she looks so pretty when she does it, doesn’t she?’
‘She does. So does she get it?’
Jackie smiles, and leans in, kissing Shauna, before turning to Lottie and saying, ‘no.’
Shauna lets out a high pitched whine and a, ‘please, Jackie, I’ll be good.’
Jackie reaches over, slipping her hands beneath Shauna’s thighs, and lifting her up and off of Lottie’s cock despite both dark haired women protesting. She guides Shauna to settle on her own lap, and pumps her hardened cock a few times before pulling Shauna to settle on it.
‘You took Lot’s knot last time, sweetheart. It’s my turn.’
Shauna’s next orgasm is embarrassingly quick. She’s not even halfway down Jackie’s cock when it hits her, making her knees give out and sinking her fully on it, sending another orgasm crashing after the last one. She wraps her arms around Jackie’s neck and buries her face in dark blonde hair, nuzzling the column of her throat, ‘please, Jack, need your knot,’ she whimpers into Jackie’s ear, and Jackie answers with an impossibly thick press at Shauna’s entrance, where the two of them meet. Shauna is slippery from her past spend, so she pulls herself up slightly and drops at the same time as Jackie bucks her hips up, and the result is Jackie, sheathed firmly inside Shauna, just as her knot pops and she cums.
Shauna hopes to feel it - that release from Jackie flowing through her - but she realises with irritation that Jackie must have put her own condom on when Shauna wasn’t looking.
Lottie notices Shauna’s discontent and chuckles lowly, settling on the mattress beside her wife and student with the plate of breakfast and a fork, ‘ignore her pouting, Jack, she wants us to knock her up.’ The words send another shock through Shauna, sending her toppling over the edge of another orgasm.
She shudders into Jackie’s neck, and feels Jackie stroke her back and kiss the side of her head, ‘oh, honey,’ Jackie murmurs, ‘you’re okay. Come on, eat.’
Shauna, reluctantly, leans back against Jackie’s raised legs, still locked on Jackie’s lap by her knot, and reaches for a piece of toast. Lottie takes it from her easily, and holds it to Shauna’s lips. Shauna opens her mouth, accepting the bite, and Lottie takes it back to bite it herself.
‘You know I can feed myself, right?’ Shauna asks through a mouthful of warm and buttery bread.
‘We know,’ Lottie says, Jackie nodding in agreement, ‘but we like doing this stuff for you.’
Shauna rolls her eyes and simply says, ‘egg please,’ letting Jackie spear her a forkful and offer it up to her.
Shauna is woken up hours later, Jackie still knotted to her, half on top of her, her face against Shauna’s bicep and her arms wrapped around Shauna’s forearm. Lottie’s head is on her chest, mouth a little open and drooling, arm around Shauna’s waist. It strikes the brunette that neither of them can be comfortable in those positions, but her bigger priority in the moment is that her heat has broken, finally, and when the older women realise it, they might leave, so Shauna settles back against the mattress and tries to sleep a little longer.
And then the thing that woke her barges into her room.
Van, a flurry of red hair and freckles, says, ‘wellness check,’ as she enters, scanning the room and immediately spotting Shauna and their coaches. Van’s eyes widen along with her mouth, taking in Shauna’s own shocked expression. Van opens and closes her mouth several times, pointing between Shauna and the older women, before whispering, ‘is this, like, consensual?’
‘God, yes,’ Shauna says, also whispering, ‘but you can’t tell anyone.’
Van’s face is frozen in indignation, and she flaps her arms wildly as if to ask how the fuck she’s meant to not tell anyone about this.
Shauna relents, slightly, ‘only Tai.’
Van huffs and says, ‘deal. Now check your fucking phone and I won’t need to make sure you didn’t get serial killed by a random Alpha or jerk yourself to death.’
‘Fine just get out,’ Shauna whispers, her voice getting louder and more desperate.
Van turns around instead, facing the wall. ‘You know it’s been like a week?’ Van asks, ‘Tai was ready to report you missing.’
‘A week?’ Shauna exclaims, jolting up, waking the two women in her bed, ‘what do you mean it’s been a week? Aren’t heats meant to be like a few days?’
‘Meant to, yeah, but not here apparently. Are you not sore as fuck?’ Van asks.
‘Out!’ Shauna says, realising Jackie and Lottie are fully awake now.
Van finally, blessedly, leaves, but not without a ‘go Shipman!’ as she shuts the door.
Shauna puts her face in her hands and says through them, ‘she barged in, she’s said she’ll keep quiet.’
‘We believe you,’ Jackie says, sitting up to kiss Shauna’s shoulder.
‘And if she does blab, we’ll make her run laps,’ Lottie adds.
‘That feels like an abuse of power,’ Shauna says.
‘Obviously, but Palmer’s been due extra laps for a while.’
There is a twinge, a tiny one, that suggests Shauna would be due extra laps if she pissed off Lottie, and Jackie seems to catch it, adding firmly, ‘she’s kidding. Neither of us would ever abuse our power like that for any reason. Right, Lot?’
Lottie catches Jackie’s glare and nods, before pulling Shauna’s head towards her and kissing the spot beneath her ear, ‘so does this mean your heat broke?’
‘Yeah,’ Shauna says, ‘only took a week.’
‘Fuck, a whole week?’ Lottie asks.
‘Good thing we stayed with you. Imagine if we weren’t here,’ Jackie says.
‘I’d probably still be right in the middle of it,’ Shauna says, brushing her hair back off her face. ‘Shit, I have to be so behind on classes.’
‘You’re fine, it’s all fine,’ Lottie says, rubbing circles into Shauna’s back soothingly and pumping out calming pheromones, which she finally sends Shauna’s way. Shauna closes her eyes and inhales. Pine and salt and electricity and earth. She lets the calm flood her, fill her, overwhelm her.
This next part is the tricky one. Her heat is broken, so she has no reason for her coaches to be in her bed any more. They’re married, and no longer in the throes of her hormones, so she can’t hold them to whatever they said over the last week. She should kick them out, because it’s her place and her leaving would be weird. She doesn’t want to, though. She wants to live in this bed for the rest of her life, cuddled up between her soccer coaches until the world ends.
‘So,’ Shauna begins, awkwardness dripping from her lips, ‘do you guys have, like… plans?’
Jackie and Lottie share an amused smile, and Jackie answers, ‘no, Shauna, we don’t, but we’ll take a shower and go to our place, and if you want to come visit, our door is always open.’
‘Right, yeah, sounds… sounds good.’ Shauna says, suddenly wishing she were anywhere but here. ‘Where, um… what’s your address?’
Lottie tells her with a smile and a kiss as Jackie stands and walks, still blissfully naked, to Shauna’s shower. Lottie follows Jackie, leaving the door open.
The shower can’t really fit all three of them.
It can barely fit just Shauna.
But they don’t really need personal space, so it’s easier than it would be otherwise, as Lottie washes Shauna’s hair and Jackie kneels down with a washcloth to wash Shauna’s body, kissing the curve of her hip apologetically when she has to swipe the cloth over Shauna’s sensitive core.
When they’re drying off, sharing a towel like they’ve done it for years, Shauna says, ‘I need to let Tai know I’m alive, and warn her and Van to keep it quiet, and then I have class and practice, obviously, but maybe tomorrow I could… visit?’
‘Visit?’ Lottie asks, a small smile, and Shauna knows she’s being played with but she doesn’t really have it in her to care.
‘I mean, you’ve seen my place, maybe I could see yours?’ Shauna says, a hopeful smile on her face. She returns to the bedroom, scanning the clothes strewn over the floor.
Another look passes between the Alphas, and Jackie beams at Shauna and says, ‘remember, this is whatever you want. You decide, you set the pace, it’s completely up to you, okay?’
‘Okay,’ Shauna nods, then says, ‘so can I come over?’
‘We’ll make dinner.’
‘Cool.’ Shauna says, picking up a shirt that might be Jackie’s, and a hoodie that has to be Lottie’s, and handing both to the respective owners.
They don’t need to look to each other to come up with the same response, and Jackie says, ‘keep those. You can hang on to them.’
Shauna doesn’t have it in her to be coy, slipping Jackie’s shirt and Lottie’s hoodie on, inhaling the scents cloaking her. She finds some clean boxers in her draw, and offers some to each of the Alphas, who take them with a smile and pull their own outfits together. Jackie borrows a shirt from Shauna, white with moths on it, but everything else is what they arrived in.
Shauna walks them to the door, because that feels polite despite the pounding ache between her legs and the slight limp she’s currently walking with, and each woman gives Shauna a kiss before leaving.
Shauna watches them head for the stairs, and starts to shut the door, when she sees two pairs of sneakers appear on the other flight, the one heading up to Nat’s place.
Tai and Van appear, Van trailing behind her Alpha, openly laughing, the Alpha storming towards Shauna, a face like thunder.
‘Shauna Marie Shipman, what the fuck have you done?!’