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Harrow woke up painfully hard and on edge. She knew before she was even fully awake whose fault that was. Her pack had put that oaf Griddle in the room neighboring hers, so when the omega's ridiculous two-day heats struck, the scent crept first under Harrow's door and made it impossible for her to be in her own room. Once again, Griddle had returned to her life to torture her, now with that maddening hint of fertile-omega pheromones, as she lay in bed curled up in a tight ball, cock trapped between her thighs and aching.
She needed to get up quickly and leave the house. The others were accustomed to living in close quarters with people of their own age; Harrow was not. She just wasn't used to it yet. She'd presented alone, and Pash, who could not be more hostilely unavailable to alphas in general and Harrow in particular, was the only omega she'd been in close contact with for most of the time since. Then Gideon had shown up. In typical Griddle fashion, utterly undaunted, she had bused and hitchhiked as a lone omega for hundreds of kilometers to find the place where she belonged, just as she always said she would. Just Harrow’s luck that she had found it in the pack where Harrow had already found a new home for herself. The problem was that she was no longer the Griddle Harrow knew from childhood. She still had that crooked mouth that was quick to either a grin or a sneer, she still had far too much energy and occupied too much space, and had all the little quirks and mannerisms that Harrow remembered so well. That she might have dealt with. But Gideon had grown up. And she was an omega, and that meant everything was different.
Harrow really needed to get up and leave the house. She squirmed onto her stomach, crushing her cock beneath her, aware of the futility of ignoring its demands but unwilling to act beyond rocking her hips into the softness of the bed. It helped relieve the feeling just a little. Harrow inhaled the sweet, needy scent through her mouth and thrust against the mattress.
Gideon had unusually long, powerful heats. The big omega would be so wet by now, so empty and aching to be filled. Maybe she was lying in bed, thick calloused fingers curling into that hungry slickness, other hand cupping the ample mound of a breast, squeezing a little too hard in desperation, hips twitching upwards, spreading her thighs and pressing the soles of her feet into the bed. She'd come easily enough, would it be with a whimper or a low groan? Harrow didn’t know. But it wouldn't be even close to enough. Poor Griddle needed an alpha to help her. Someone to satisfy the aching need in her core, sliding in slow to savor that silky wet heat and then taking her fast and hard, filling her up, hammering at the entrance to her womb in a mindless blitz of mutual pleasure. And of course, what she'd need most of all was the solid reassurance of a knot, holding in a load of virile alpha seed, truly satisfying her heat with the knowledge that she'd be carrying a pup or two when it was over.
At some point, Harrow's hand had crept beneath her, stroking the middle of her length while she rutted against the bed. She came, muffling her pleasured groan into her pillow and squeezing her cock in a desperate grip.
The guilt came soon enough as she lay in the warm puddle of her own ejaculation. She was a pervert and a creep. She had no right to think about Gideon that way, the last person she could ever ask for the honor of helping with her heat, let alone do the things she had been imagining, things that were reserved for a mate. But was it her fault that Gideon smelled so good? Was it some kind of cosmic justice that the pup she had once tormented had grown into the omega of every one of Harrow's ludicrous fantasies?
She wasn’t even going soft. The scent curling and trickling enticingly under the door only seemed to be getting stronger, more desperate. Why hadn't Gideon gone to get Cam yet? She couldn't be sleeping through it. Harrow couldn't sleep through it, and there were two doors between them. Gideon would be in agony by now; the kind of agony that could only be properly alleviated by finding a partner for her heat. What the hell was Griddle doing?
Harrow rolled over and yanked her sleeping pants off. This was just not tenable. She wiped herself off cursorily on the sheets and pulled on a pair of sweatpants from the floor, shoving her cock down haphazardly into one leg.
The scent was even stronger in the hall. Harrow banged hard on Gideon's door and shouted, "Griddle, what the hell are you doing!"
She expected a reply along the lines of 'Fuck off and mind your business, Nonagesimus!' Harrow did not receive one. For five long seconds, she considered whether it would be worth it to leap out of the second-story window to avoid having to be seen with a raging hard-on by any or all of her pack mates while desperately fleeing the house.
Then the door in front of her was flung open, and Harrow was nearly bowled over. Every particle of thought fled her head as a flood of pheromone-drenched air hit her, and she beheld the most glorious sight known to humanity: Gideon Nav, naked. At eye-level: Gideon's breasts, broad and soft with wide dark nipples, peaked and aching to be sucked. Her muscular body glowed with heat-sweat, a trickle running towards her belly button. The softness of her stomach was adorned with a fine trail of copper hairs that led to the most tantalizing vision of all: the curly hair between the handsome omega's legs, the red of autumn leaves at the top, auburn below, where Oh God it was drenched with slick that was running in intoxicating abundance down her soft but powerful thighs. "Harrow," Gideon panted, and Harrow looked up to see perfectly tousled red hair, softly parted lips, and pleading eyes with only a thin ring of luminous gold around blown-out pupils. "You came."
Harrow's brain broke out of its paralyzed state, and there was only one thing in it: Mate. Breed. Claim. She was inside the room with her back against the door. Her heart thundered in her ears, and her dick was so hard it was excruciating. The only cure was...about half a foot too high to reach at present. Easily remedied. It was only a few steps to the bed, and Gideon stumbled backwards onto it when Harrow collided with her.
"Whoa, warn a bitch," Gideon spluttered as Harrow landed on top of her. She was burning hot. Her scent was unbelievable, and Harrow's mouth was suddenly too full of saliva to attempt a response. "Fuck, you're in rut," Gideon panted. Gideon's hands were on the waistband of her pants. "Did I do that? Fuck. Lift up, we gotta get these off." Gideon was right, of course; pants were an abomination, keeping her aching cock separate from the omega's dripping cunt. Harrow got her act together a little bit and lifted herself up, and together they dragged her pants off.
"Gideon," she growled. She was actually drooling. The sticky skin of her cock slapped down against Gideon's stomach.
"Holy shit,” Gideon crowed. “Holy shit. Where have you been keeping that thing?" She squirmed beneath Harrow, utterly tantalizing, spreading her legs and holding her own thighs up and open so that Harrow's cock slid with ease against her dripping, swollen folds. It felt amazing. "Fuck. God Harrow. I need you inside me,” Gideon groaned, rubbing against her, much more verbal but obviously just as desperate as Harrow felt. “Please, get in me. Shit, please, you gotta fuck me,"
“Gideon,” Harrow panted, and the head of her cock slipped in. It felt – she couldn’t think. She surged forward, seating herself fully inside the omega, who moaned loudly in response. It felt like heaven. Harrow hadn’t imagined anything in the world could feel as good as Gideon. She was surrounded by Gideon. And it felt like she needed to thrust, or she would die.
And so Harrow was moving, and Gideon was moaning her name. She needed to fuck Gideon more than she needed to breathe. She was fucking Gideon. It was glorious, it was ecstatic. She wanted to be even deeper. She wanted the tip of her cock nudging against Gideon’s cervix, fucking her womb open. “Please, oh fuck Harrow, please!” Gideon begged. Had she been saying that out loud?
Gideon eagerly helped Harrow push her legs even further upwards so that she was folded fully in half. Her thighs were so strong, but soft, slippery with sweat and slick. She was stunning. She felt so good. Harrow wanted to bite down on her plush inner thigh. She wanted to bite something so badly, but she also didn’t want to pause or slow. She felt like running water, moving so fast the cyclicity of the motion was blurred so that she could believe she was never pulling out, always thrusting in, always pushing deeper and deeper inside the omega’s capacious, welcoming body. Gideon was babbling beneath her, shifting from ‘Harrow, Harrow, Harrow’ to ‘Oh God, Oh Fuck, Oh God’ to a continuous stream of ‘Breedmebreedmebreedmebreedme’ as her cunt started to squeeze rhythmically around Harrow’s cock.
Gideon’s orgasm was breathtaking. Her cunt clenched and her abs clenched, her legs shook, and she fucking howled as she experienced the first real relief she had felt this heat with Harrow deep inside of her. Harrow was devoutly glad she had just jerked off so that she didn’t cum too. It was a very near thing, but she didn’t want to stop; she wanted to fuck Gideon through it and keep fucking her forever.
Harrow’s body, however, had other ideas, and her knot started to form. During Harrow’s only previous sexual experiences, this had been primarily an annoyance because it required summoning the presence of mind to control penetration enough to avoid accidentally sticking it somewhere it didn’t fit and causing injury. With an omega in heat, it was an entirely different story. Gideon could take it, was made to take it, and while the half-swollen knot slowed her pace, the drag of the sensitive muscles inside the omega’s slick cunt was a whole new kind of pleasure. Gideon responded to the sensation by moaning, “Yes! Fuck - Knot me - Oh God -Please Harrow, knot me- Cum in me!” and then devolving into inarticulate vowel sounds that got increasingly loud as her cunt started to spasm again. This time, Harrow knew she was going to follow the omega into bliss. She was blind to everything in the world except the incredible sensation, her own cock at the white-hot center of the universe as her motion was fully arrested by her knot, and she started to cum.
Harrow’s orgasm seemed to last forever, or else her perception of time was skewed such that whenever she thought it was nearly at an end, she was caught by another wave of pleasure as Gideon’s cunt squeezed and squeezed around her knot.
When at last it subsided, Harrow was left trembling in a flood of endorphins, resting her weight against the backs of Gideon’s thighs. Gideon looked up at her from between her own legs, full lips slightly parted, a stunned expression on her face.
“Goddamn Harrow, that was a hell of a nut.”
Harrow was inclined to agree. She hadn’t known it was possible to cum like that. Was it always like that to rut with an omega? She felt drained, like she had just emitted all the jizz that had ever existed in the entire universe, and simultaneously so exhilarated she wanted to do it one hundred times, or maybe one thousand. And if she didn’t, she would die. Ruts were exceedingly confusing. She leaned over Gideon, undoubtedly grinning like a maniac; she had just knotted the most stunning omega in the world, and it felt outstanding. Gideon smiled back at her, a perfect lopsided grin as bright and beautiful as the sun.
As Harrow began to come down from the immediate high, though, her beleaguered brain became capable of having a very serious realization. This was Gideon. This was Griddle. What the hell had she done? Horror shot through her, clearing her head like being doused in cold water.
“I- Are you alright?” Harrow’s voice sounded weird to her ears.
“Are you kidding? Baby, I’m in heaven. I am sooooo full of cum right now.” Gideon continued smiling guilelessly, her handsome features soft. “It’s warm.”
That hadn’t been quite what Harrow meant, but it was also sort of what she had meant.
“And you are just fine with that?” Harrow asked. She knew she was confused; she was in rut, her brain wasn’t working right, but she was, for this moment, more lucid and tried to think it through. Gideon had looked glad to see her; surprising, but not completely so, any alpha would be a relief to an omega in heat. Gideon had clearly consented, even considering Harrow’s tackling her; she had asked to be fucked. Again, explained by heat, their challenging relationship notwithstanding. But they hadn’t used protection. Gideon was in heat, Harrow was in rut. Harrow had just cum inside of her, and they were tied right now, and Gideon looked…delighted, happy, in a state of cum-filled contentment like a vision from heaven. Gideon hated her, and being knotted should have at least calmed her down enough to remember that; Harrow certainly did. Something was not adding up.
“It’s the best,” Gideon said earnestly. “Your knot feels amazing.”
“Gideon…I’m – We aren’t mated!”
Gideon quirked an eyebrow. “Plenty of time to remedy that. I thought you were going to bite me straight away, but I guess the angle was a bit awkward. You bit through your lip.”
Harrow immediately wiped a hand across her mouth. Her palm came back wet and also bloody. She hadn’t noticed the sting until she touched her lip. But she had more important things to worry about. “You…Gideon, you can’t..want that.”
Gideon scowled slightly. Then she huffed a tiny laugh. “Can I put my legs down? We are not seriously having this conversation while you’ve still got me mating-pressed.”
“Oh, yes, of course.” Harrow was sure that Gideon could have just moved her. She couldn’t actually trap the omega like that; Gideon had only allowed it, and she had chosen to ask.
Gideon unfolded in a lazy reverse crunch that Harrow could feel and folded her legs around Harrow’s waist with a little wiggle, settling in on her knot, just where she belonged. She reached up and touched Harrow’s cheek. “Hey, so, uh, lemme make my case while I can string a sentence together? Please?”
Harrow nodded into Gideon’s palm. She had no idea where this was going. She had fucked up so badly, and she was afraid. Gideon was the person she had wronged. It was as if her feet always took her on the path that led her towards Gideon, and towards hurting her, no matter what Harrow tried to choose, and yet she greedily leaned into the comfort of that touch. She had yearned for it all her life, perhaps just as much as the way their bodies were tangled together.
“I want you,” Gideon said solemnly, looking up at her with golden eyes still overwhelmed by pupil but temporarily focused and brimming with earnest hope. “I want to be yours. I’ll be so good. I’ll learn to be a good mate for you, I swear. Claim me. You won’t regret it.” Harrow was stunned beyond words. “Now I know you want me too... And how good it can be… I know you don’t love me now, but-”
“You don’t know anything!” Harrow snarled, finding her voice. “I love you with the very breadth of my soul, Gideon Nav, and I have never done anything but hurt you for it! You cannot want me as your alpha! You’d have to be insane to put that power in my hands!”
Gideon broke out in a wide grin again. “You love me?” she breathed.
“You are not listening to me!” Harrow exclaimed.
“Yeah, I am. You said you love me. Then you called me insane. Which, it’s weird that you’re into that, but maybe not surprising.”
“How can you possibly want to be mated to me? I have been unconscionably cruel to you. Don’t you understand what you are offering me?” Harrow demanded.
“First of all, Princess of Guilt, you were a pup. Second of all, your weird bitchy baby alpha shit has ended up determining all my kinks for the rest of my life, so thanks for that, and I’m demanding you take responsibility. Uh, third, maybe my heart is just dumb.” Gideon was holding up her fingers in between their faces, counting off the items, and looked at them contemplatively for a moment. “Ok, um, four, you love me! So hah! Five, you fuck like a Tasmanian devil on amphetamines, and I’ve always wanted to die by excessive jackhammering.”
“You’re the dumbest person I’ve ever met. You have no self-preservation instincts at all,” Harrow groaned. She collapsed on top of Gideon’s chest. Gideon’s chest was a wonderful place to be. Her breasts were very soft, and her sweat pooled between them; Harrow nuzzled her face into it.
“Hmmm, sounds like I need a smart alpha to take care of me then,” Gideon said smugly.
“You are forgetting one very salient point from your very questionable list of arguments,” Harrow said into Gideon’s tits.
“What’s that?”
Harrow propped her head up on her hands to look Gideon in the face. “Understand that because I care for you, I wish that you had run away from me while you could, but now I have taken that option away from you, too. But for one further reason, I will bite you, I will be your alpha, and I promise to do my utmost to treat you as you deserve, inadequate as I am to the task.”
“Ominous,” Gideon said, unconcerned. “Hit me with it.”
Harrow looked at the omega dourly, propping her chin on her fist. “I just came in you, idiot. And I won’t subject you to the shame of an emergency mating.”
Gideon just looked at her for a few moments. Then the corner of her mouth began to curl up, and then she started to laugh. Gideon’s laughter shook both of their bodies, devolving into peals of loopy giggles and some very interesting full-body wiggles. Harrow looked at Gideon questioningly, and the omega’s mouth rounded out a very insincere, “Whoops.”
“Gideon, be serious,” she complained.
Gideon did stop laughing with some effort, but she was still grinning a little crazily. “Yup. You’re totally right,” she said cheerfully. “You’ve probably knocked me up already. With all that nice cum just sloshing around in me, it’s probably happening right this minute.”
“I..,” Harrow said.
“Gonna be all big and round with your pups in a few months. Nothing you can do about it,” Gideon said smugly, squeezing her legs around Harrow’s waist. “Mmmmm, I bet it will feel so good, being nice and full of you all the time.”
“I…uh..” This was why she had tried to be oblique. A far-off part of Harrow’s mind that was still working understood that Gideon was just quoting porn at her to provoke her, but nobody had ever said that sort of thing to her before, and she was…more deeply affected than she had anticipated. Harrow had always tried not to dwell too long on thoughts of that nature because it felt like none of that was meant for her. But now? Here she was with the omega of her dreams beneath her, and the floodgates had opened. Harrow pressed her burning face into Gideon’s chest and groaned.
Oh, the big handsome omega would look gorgeous full of Harrow’s pups, wouldn’t she? Gideon was so tall and strong and vital, one pup would be easy for her; she could handle two or even three. She’d look amazing in just the basketball shorts and sports bra she often wore with a big, round belly, her golden-brown skin luminous, with loving excitement in her eyes as she showed off the evidence of their joining. It would feel so right to be curled up around her in their bed, stroking a growing bump and pressing tender kisses to the powerful muscles of her back. God, and what would it be like to make gentle love to her when she was like that? The ultimate luxury, enjoying that strong body made soft and vulnerable, making her omega feel so loved and cherished while giving her everything she needed.
Gideon was stroking her back. “Night Boss?”
Harrow looked up and surged forward to kiss her. Gideon met her lips with an “ooogh” and then a happy moan, curling up to meet her before she accidentally yanked on their tie. Harrow’s bitten lip stung when their mouths met, but she didn’t care. Gideon’s mouth was soft and hungry, full of smiles and teeth. One of them was whimpering, and they were clutching at each other, hands in each other’s hair.
Soon, Gideon was panting into her mouth, and they rocked together, unable to wait for her knot to go down. She couldn’t wait to fuck Gideon, to fill her up with all the cum and love that she deserved. She couldn’t wait to claim her and make this omega hers forever. Gideon, who by some miracle loved her back.
After that, it was easy not to worry about anything. There was no more fear, no more need to think. There was only Gideon, the fathomless delight of her body, and the endless joy of their coupling.