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“Hey, Wednesday?” Enid asked, draping herself over her mate’s back, mindful of her arms so she didn’t disturb her typing.
She hummed noncommittally, her fingers not slowing on the keys of her typewriter.
“You know how everyone says what you’re doing at midnight on New Year’s is what you’ll do for the rest of the year?” she asked, her right hand picking at a loose thread on Wednesday’s collar.
“I do not,” she answered plainly.
The werewolf swallowed hard. “Well, I was thinking-”
“I didn’t realize that was something you were capable of,” Wednesday taunted, her fingers stilling as she turned to look at her, “What is your idea, mi loba?”
It took her a moment to respond because she was busy looking at her mate’s perfect face. Her dark, expressive eyes, the fringe that came down to mask the depths of those eyes, and her full lips that should really be used for something other than talking right now. Enid felt her cock respond to her train of thought, and she shifted her weight, hoping it wouldn’t be obvious.
“I was thinking that I should knot you right at midnight,” she answered, her face sprinkled with a dusting of pink.
Wednesday hummed again, reaching a knowing hand down to cup her growing length. “That explains this.”
Enid’s hips bucked into the small, cold hand. She groaned, burying her nose in the juncture of her mate’s neck and shoulder. The scarred skin of her mating bite awaited her, flooding her nose with the scent of desire.
“However, we are still hours away from midnight,” she slowly withdrew her hand, “It would behoove us not to get distracted. You know how we can get once we start. You can wait that long, can’t you?”
She couldn’t see the cruel smirk dancing on Wednesday’s perfect lips, but she knew it was there. Her growl of protest vibrated against pale skin, drawing a quiet, gaspy moan from the smaller woman. Her hips pressed forward in search of contact. “Wednesday.”
The psychic let out an amused sound, reaching a hand back to curl into blonde hair and hold her close. “You want to knot me at midnight, alpha?”
The moniker pulled another growl from her throat. Her voice was raspy when she answered, “I want to knot you and fill you full of my pups, so that you spend the new year being knotted and filled like my good omega.”
This time, Wednesday shifted, pressing her thighs together as a soft, submissive sound slipped past her lips. It was fine. Enid was permitted to hear those noises. “Then it would be best if we didn’t get carried away too soon.”
She growled again. Her mate was right, of course. They did tend to get carried away. There was no such thing as a quickie for them, though they’d given it a few tries. It always ended in several rounds of Wednesday being knotted in her various holes.
Enid’s hips pressed forward more insistently, rubbing the bulge in her pants against her mate’s back. “I know you’re right.”
“I’m always right, mi loba,” she said, resuming her typing, “Now, since you’ve interrupted my writing hour, I’ll take minutes I’ve lost from the time we usually dedicate to those inane movies you love.”
She pouted. “That’s not fair.”
“You interrupted me, not the other way around. You know I don’t tolerate that,” she said plainly.
Enid huffed, pulling back and pouting. The psychic’s back was to her, but she was keenly aware of the expression on her face.
“Go find something to entertain you until it’s time. I’ll take care of your cock later,” Wednesday announced, effectively ending the conversation.
She huffed again, trudging to another room of their house. The hardness in her pants protested the distance, and so did the alpha lurking in her hindbrain. She should already be hilted in her mate’s pussy, driving them both closer to the shared pleasure of the knot.
“Shut up,” she grumbled, adjusting herself in her pants.
Wednesday had said later, and she had every intention of following through. She wouldn’t normally turn down a chance to be knotted, but Enid had asked for this. Her mate would see it come to fruition, even if it meant denying pleasure now. Perhaps even because of that. She always enjoyed the tease, unless it was her heat.
Enid could, of course, just rut into her now. She was an alpha. Wednesday was her omega. She didn’t really view it that way. They were equals. Partners. Unless they were using statuses to get each other off.
Most people assumed that Wednesday was the alpha, and Enid the omega. Their close friends and family knew better. It was true that for an alpha, Enid had a slew of qualities that most people tended to associate with omegas, just like Wednesday had qualities people tended to associate with alphas. They were just different from the rest, but it worked for them. Once they’d settled into a groove.
Enid had tried, at first, to be a traditional alpha. Wednesday was consistently in a bad mood whenever the werewolf forced it. It took her a while to accept that her mate didn’t care how much of an alpha she was. She was an alpha where it mattered. Wednesday had never pretended to be anything other than she was, but that was fine with Enid. It was almost embarrassing that it had taken her so long to realize it was reciprocated. A product of her mother’s pressure to be the right kind of werewolf.
She’d made her way to the greenhouse out of habit. It was already dark out, and the outer glass had a thin layer of frost. The inside was warm, though. Her plants were safe and growing well. Several of them had been gifts from Morticia. One on her and Wednesday’s wedding day, one for Enid’s birthday, one because it was far more colorful than Morticia realized it would be, and it just wouldn’t do. Various others just because. As soon as their shared hobby came to light, they bonded like a real mother and daughter. Enid was partial to actual flowers rather than carnivorous plants, but she still knew her stuff.
“Hmm,” she mumbled, examining another of her attempts at propagating a plant she’d found neglected in a garden center. She’d brought it back to a healthy, flourishing state, and she loved it, but she knew Morticia would, too. This attempt looked mildly more successful than her last few. It was a tricky plant. It had been so sickly when she got it, she hadn’t even been sure if she would be able to save it, but she poured time into it anyway.
When she’d shown Wednesday her success, her tiny mate had smiled adoringly, lifted herself onto her tiptoes, and given her a kiss that ended with both of them sweaty, dirty, and surrounded by broken pots. The psychic had replaced them all at the earliest opportunity.
Enid felt her dick stir at the memory, and she quickly busied herself. She donned her bright pink gardening gloves. She’d use the time to try out a few more propagations. One of them would eventually work. She labeled her pots with the date, soil, pH, amount of water, what type of fertilizer, and her method. Living with Wednesday had trained her well.
She hummed as she worked, meticulously checking her pot labels each time she was about to start a step. Her target was already on the workbench, subjected to several tests, but she always gave it time to heal. The new growth sprouting from her last attempt was healthy, with a few baby buds.
“Aww, you’re absolutely the cutest,” she cooed, even though it wasn’t sentient, “I really want to make healthy plant babies so I can give one to Morticia.”
Yes, she talked to her plants. So? She loved them. They were her precious babies. She and Wednesday lacked actual children, but they were in their plans. Wednesday’s book series was almost finished, which meant there’d be less pressure from the publisher, fewer book tours, and more relaxing. She didn’t want her pregnant wife to be under any stress that wasn’t absolutely necessary.
“God dammit,” Enid grumbled to herself, her dick waking again. The thought of Wednesday having her pups always did this to her. She should’ve known better, but she couldn’t help it.
Working in the greenhouse was usually relaxing. It was somehow making things worse. Frustrated, she finished her task, abandoned her gardening gloves on the workbench, and stomped off.
The shower was her next destination. She was sweaty, dirty, and irritated. It would have to be a cold one. Why had she suggested this? If she hadn’t brought it up, there was a good chance they would’ve been knotted at midnight, anyway.
They had been invited to a party at Yoko and Divina’s, but they’d politely and regretfully declined because they were both approaching the start of their cycles. Actually, Wednesday’s was supposed to have started a few days ago. Enid’s always followed shortly after. Her mate wasn’t pregnant, though. She’d be able to tell, not to mention Wednesday was on an extremely potent birth control. A family recipe, and it was a good thing, because there were very few contraceptives that were actually effective when up against a werewolf.
Again, her cock twitched at the thought of a pregnant Wednesday. She clenched her jaw, her teeth grinding together as she set the shower temperature as cold as it would go. It couldn’t be too much longer, right? She might just say fuck it and try again next year, with a little more foresight on her side. It’d been a last-minute idea in the absence of any other plans. She hadn’t even expected Wednesday to agree.
She yelped when the cold water hit her heated skin, jolting away on instinct.
“Enid?” came Wednesday’s voice, drawn by the noise.
“I’m fine. The water is just freezing,” she answered, forcing herself back under the spray.
She heard her mate’s footsteps approaching. “Misfortune or design?”
“Design,” she grumbled.
Wednesday hummed, divesting herself of her clothes. “May I join you?”
“Uhh.” Obviously, the answer was always yes. “I think that would probably defeat the purpose of this particular cold shower.”
The psychic frowned a little. “Mi loba, are you aware of the current time?”
“Umm. No. I was in the greenhouse, you know how I can get,” she answered with a self-deprecating laugh.
Wednesday slowly pulled back the shower curtain. “It is currently eleven-thirty. I would have fetched you sooner, but I was absorbed in my writing. It is fortunate that your phone made a silly amount of noise when Yoko tried to call you. I did not answer.”
“Wait, I was in the greenhouse for that long? Are you kidding?” she asked, her jaw falling open.
Her mate fixed her with a blank stare. “Are you?”
She smiled sheepishly. “Right. Well, the last time I knotted you in the shower, it didn’t have the best ending, so we should probably hurry.”
Wednesday stepped into the shower with her, tilting her head up. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. The knot and concussion were both more than satisfactory.” She took a small step closer, reaching behind her to adjust the temperature of the water. “Then again, your knot always is, alpha.”
Enid growled, taking her mate’s hips in a bruising grip and pulling their bodies flush. The psychic’s lips twitched, one hand sliding down the planes of a toned stomach as she lifted herself onto her tiptoes to brush their lips together teasingly. Her hand stopped just before touching Enid’s rapidly hardening cock.
“But you’re right. It would be best if you knotted me in bed,” she whispered.
With that, she stepped out of the shower before Enid could even process what was happening. By the time she stumbled out of the shower after her, she was alone in the bathroom. Her cock pointed up toward her stomach, nearly at full hardness. The chase was on, and her prize was the scorching cavern of her omega’s pussy.
She went straight to the bedroom, not even bothering to dry off. They were both about to be filthy, sweating messes anyway. Wednesday was waiting for her, legs spread wide. She could see how wet her cunt was from the doorway. Her pheromones were so strong, Enid was practically drooling. Her cock already was, dripping precum down the bulbous head and long shaft. Primed and ready.
“Fuck, Wends,” she groaned, planting her hands on either side of the psychic’s head and pressing their bodies together with another groan. Her dick rested against her mate’s clit.
Wednesday lazily reached out to the clock on their bedside table, turning it so they could see. “As much as I enjoy being teased, you have a goal in mind, don’t you?”
The goal was always to shove her cock, knot, and all the cum she could produce as deep inside of her mate as it could go. One glance at the clock told her she had fifteen minutes for her knot to fully form and plug Wednesday’s dripping cunt.
“Gonna fuck my knot into your pussy,” she mumbled, her words raspy.
Wednesday’s legs spread wider. “You should get to work.”
She growled, reaching a hand down to slide two fingers between her mate’s lips, gathering as much wetness as she could before sitting back on her heels. Wednesday let out a small, excited gasp as Enid’s hard, throbbing cock was put on display. Mesmerized by it, Enid watched her pupils dilate the moment her slick-covered fingers smeared along the shaft, mixing with her precum. She groaned, her hips pushing forward instinctively, matched by the subtle cant of Wednesday's.
With a feral grin, the werewolf made a show of stroking herself, squeezing the base of her cock to stimulate the formation of her knot. Her mate couldn’t take her eyes off the display, the cant of her hips becoming more insistent as her stifled whines filled the air.
“It’s always so fun to get you worked up,” Enid growled, keeping a hand on her dick as she supported her weight with the other.
“Mi loba,” Wednesday panted, her hands desperately latching to her to keep her close.
She smiled, connecting their lips in a bruising kiss as she guided her tip between her mate’s folds. The wet heat awaiting her had her hips brutally thrusting forward before she could even think to draw it out. “Fuck.”
“Enid,” the psychic gasped, her back arching as her hips rose to drive her even deeper.
She groaned, resting their foreheads together as she pulled out until just her tip was inside, and then thrusting all the way back in. “Always so ready for me to split you open, aren’t you, omega?”
Wednesday keened, nodding desperately as her nails dug into strong shoulders. “Enid. Alpha.”
“Always so eager for my knot,” she continued, working her face into the crook of her neck and inhaling deeply.
“Yes,” she gasped, meeting her thrusts without fail.
Enid groaned at the admission. She already knew, of course, and she was always just as eager to shove her knot into her mate’s cunt. She could feel it swelling at the base of her cock, catching on Wednesday’s walls with each thrust.
An obscene squelching accompanied the sound of their bodies moving together, along with Wednesday’s soft gasps as each thrust took her breath away, and Enid’s raw moans. She looked at the clock, suddenly stressed about timing it just right. She wanted her knot to sink into her mate’s pussy right as the clock hit midnight, to pump her womb so full of cum, not even her knot could keep it all inside.
“Enid,” Wednesday panted, pushing gently on her shoulders.
She backed up, her hips stilling with her cock buried inside her omega.
“You’re thinking too much,” she whispered breathlessly. She cupped her face, leaning up to kiss her softly.
“I’m sorry, I just really want the timing to line up exactly,” she grumbled, turning her head to the side.
Wednesday’s fingertips traced the scars on the left side of her face. “If it’s too stressful-”
She snarled, objecting to her statement. She was an alpha.
“Mi loba,” she whispered, resting her cold fingertips on her collar.
Enid submitted to the unspoken request for her to roll them, her dick never leaving the hole it belonged in.
Wednesday braced her hands on the werewolf’s chest, the movement shifting the cock nestled inside her pussy. She moaned, rolling her hips slowly. “Why don’t you let me worry about the timing?”
Her mate was better at punctuality. And she looked so perfect sitting on her cock like it was a throne. Wednesday was always perfect, and it was her throne. Another roll of her omega’s hips had her head tilting back. “Okay.”
“My alpha,” she breathed, pressing their bodies together, all while rolling her hips in the most sinful way possible. It definitely wouldn’t take long to have her knot inside of her.
Enid groaned against her cheek, her hands gripping her hips to provide support. Her hips thrust gently upward, letting her omega take the lead. They were often in this position outside of heats or ruts. Her cock reached even deeper into Wednesday’s needy cunt this way.
“You’re gonna get me pregnant with your pups this year,” the psychic continued in her ear, taking the lobe between her teeth. The fully-formed knot at the base of Enid’s cock kept her from sinking all the way down, but there would be a time for that. This was what her alpha wanted, and she would give it to her like a good omega.
“Y-yeah?” she stammered, the statement making her hips thrust a little more forcefully.
Wednesday moaned right in her ear, and she repeated the action to the same reward. “Yes. Viper’s adventures will be concluded before my next heat. The heat after the one that should’ve started already. I’ll have plenty of time to be knotted to oblivion, filled with your pups, and carry them to term.”
Enid’s brain flooded with images of Wednesday being locked on her cock for the duration of her next heat, her abdomen swelling with their litter, nursing pups who were the perfect mixture of the two of them. Her voice cracked as she moaned, her knot almost slipping all the way in.
“Would you like that, alpha? Would you like to fill me to the brim with your cum so I can have your pups?” she breathed, driving her hips down forcefully.
“Fuck. Yes. Yes, that’s what I want, Wednesday. Fuck,” she panted. Her knot kept teasing Wednesday’s entrance, not quite slipping past her lips to seal her hole shut and lock them together.
The psychic repeatedly slammed herself down on Enid’s dick, her breath taken away each time the smooth, round head pummeled the spongy wall of her cunt.
“Enid,” she panted, frustrated by the fact that she still wasn’t full. Not the way they both knew she could be. “Knot me. Please. Please, knot me. Please. Alpha.”
The werewolf growled, flipping them over and thrusting deep into her omega’s weeping cunt. Her knot had no choice but to enter, squeezing past Wednesday’s lips to take root inside her. The omega keened, her back arching in pleasure. Her cunt squeezed Enid’s cock so tight, she saw stars. The alpha collapsed on top of Wednesday, breathing heavily as she continued with shallow thrusts.
“That’s right, omega. Cum on your alpha’s cock,” she grunted, nipping at her pale shoulders, “Take it all. My omega. You feel so fucking good around my knot. This is where you belong, pumped full of my cum so you can have my pups.”
The psychic nodded vigorously, locking her legs around Enid’s waist to keep her close, as if she were going anywhere now that her knot was seated inside of her. “Yours, alpha. Fill me. Please, alpha, want your cum inside me. All of it. I want all of it.”
With a final press of her hips, Enid came, spurting hot semen deep into her mate’s sopping pussy. “Fuck. Oh, fuck. Yes.”
Wednesday’s cunt clenched around her as her back arched off the bed again. Her legs trembled around Enid’s waist, a breathy, “Alpha,” escaping her.
“My omega,” she said again, her cock still shooting load after load into her.
“T-time,” the psychic managed to say, moving her arm weakly in the direction of the clock.
Enid smiled when she read the numbers. “Perfect, as always, Wends. Thank you.”
She hummed, draping her arms around her neck. “I should be thanking you. Now I get to spend the rest of the year impaled on your cock with your knot stuffed inside of me and filled with your cum.”
She groaned, the words calling more seed from the depths of her balls. Wednesday would have every drop she could produce, as fast as she could produce it.
The psychic hummed again, limp against the mattress and softly rocking on her alpha’s dick. This was precisely why they were never capable of just one round. They hadn’t even properly finished the first, and Wednesday was already starting them up again, priming them for the moment the knot released its hold. Not that Enid was complaining. She did her fair share of starting, too.