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“You smell different, deputy.”
John hasn’t ever been more infuriating than he is right now. Walking through those impenetrable metal doors with his dress shoes click clacking and smiling so fucking wide.
If she wasn’t tied up she would tear his throat out. The growl that rumbles up from her chest tells him that. It makes him stop halfway across the room to stare.
“Oh, don’t be so angry. It’s not a bad sort of different,” he laughs, loud and bright and annoying, “Quite the contrary.” He walks forward and places a toolbox down on the bench to her left, turning on her like a predator. “I’m just not used to it is all, with your use of suppressants.”
He’s got this little half smile going on, looking cocky and sure.
“I ran out,” she spits.
“Ah.” He hangs his head in thought, lips pursing before he gets closer.
She grits her teeth and turns her head away. Trying her best to ignore how his scent is so free. Wrapping snug around her easily. It hasn’t been obscured by the same drugs she’s relied on for so long.
“Stop,” she says breathlessly. Close to panting because he smells amazing. He’s pushing his scent, doing this on purpose.
He doesn’t say anything until he’s knelt down in front of her, a hand cupping her cheek and making her gasp with the contact. “I needed to get closer. Those...drugs, you insisted on using for years makes it hard to smell you properly.” He grimaces, “can’t even scent you.”
It takes a minute for it to click, for everything to settle into place and for her to realize that this is bad. He’s going to smell her, to dig past the chemicals that are still in her system to find out what she is.
John carefully presses his nose into the crook of her neck, nuzzling her skin sweetly before he finds her scent gland and breathes in. His whole body shudders and he chokes.
“Oh.” He takes it in again, as if he hadn’t done it properly the first time. “You haven’t been entirely forthcoming, have you?”
“John…”
He yanks back, pupils blown wide as he pushes his scent her way again and makes her strain against the ropes holding her in place. The bastard knows what he’s doing, that it’d be so easy to throw her into a heat.
“You’re an omega.” He stares at her, mouth opening in shock. “You...the whole county thought otherwise. My siblings and I thought otherwise.”
“I didn’t lie,” she snaps past the haze in her mind, “those were rumors.”
“Rumors you didn’t deny.” He stands with a flourish and looks down on her. “But why would someone deny being an alpha? There’s a certain respect that comes from that title, a willingness from others to follow you.”
“Wouldn’t you know?”
It’s meant to be a jab, but John only gives a tight smile.
“Yes, I would. Because I actually am an alpha. You can smell that though, can’t you?”
She bobs her head in a nod, teeth clenched together so hard that her jaw begins to ache. She feels the sweat beginning to form on her face, the way the muscles in her legs tense.
Rook’s suddenly deathly afraid of what John will do to her. Her instincts are going haywire, her nose sensitive and body responsive. He could do whatever he wanted and she wouldn’t be able to fight.
John takes a step back and his nose scrunches up. “Calm down,” he tells her, and it takes her a second to remember that she can’t exactly hide her scent anymore. Her fear must’ve shown through. “I’m more concerned with other things than taking you.”
“That’s surprising for an alpha.”
He hums softly and pulls up a chair. Sliding in close to her with his head propped up on his hands.
“Those that forced you onto the front lines should be ashamed of themselves,” he starts softly, reaching over to the metal table to her left to pick up a sponge soaked in water. “Call me old fashioned but I don’t believe omegas should be out there fighting wars.”
And that’s the wrong thing to say. She’s dealt with this shit before, heard those words slightly twisted on its head in the past, back when she told her family she wanted to be a deputy. Her parents were supportive but hesitant—that she could deal with—but her aunts and uncles? Her grandparents? Oh they tried to urge her away from it.
Not to mention the application she had to fill out. The mandatory line that asked if you were an alpha, beta or omega. The judgement that would come from her answer.
“Omegas,” he pushes the sponge to her neck and wipes down. Gets rid of weeks worth of dirt, “should be at home rearing pups. Cooking meals and indulging in their hobbies. Living a cozy lifestyle, not a violent one.”
“I don’t have pups, I don't have a mate, so where does that leave me? Am I supposed to spend the rest of my life just looking for willing suitors?”
John makes a noise in the back of his throat, a choked off sigh that reverberates in his chest. Eventually he shrugs, quiet as he works at scrubbing her clean.
“Let me take care of you before you go out there again,” he says. He stops his ministrations and stares at her, eyes wide and pleading.
“Why?” There’s always a catch. There has to be.
But he seems to struggle with an answer for just a little while. “Because I’m an alpha and you’re an omega—“
“And you can’t control your instincts? You have to take care of an unmated omega?”
To her surprise he nods. “Yes, if you want the truth. It’s exactly that.”
In the end she doesn’t get much of a choice. He leads her to one of the many cells in his bunker—she doesn’t have any roommates—and locks her in with the promise that he’ll be back soon.
Soon turns out to be not even 30 minutes later. He’s got a bundle in his arms, lip bitten between his teeth in concentration as a Peggie steps forward to unlock the cage and allows their herald to enter.
“Care package,” he says in way of explanation when she just stares at him from the other side of the room. A small room at that. “To make your stay more comfortable.”
“I’m not staying here forever.”
He tuts, placing the pile down on the bed. “You act like you’d be able to leave.” He sighs heavily, “but no, I don’t intend to keep you, even if that’s what should happen. I’ll have to talk about this with the rest of my family—“
“No!” She races forward, grabs his shoulders and shoves him hard enough to knock him down onto the bed. To her left she hears a gun cocking and sees John’s eyes slide away behind her. He holds up his hand, keeps them from killing her right then. “You can’t. The whole county will know.”
“And? If those people you call friends can’t give you respect just because you’re an omega…”
“That’s not the point. It’s your people I’m worried about. Probably just as single minded as you are.”
He shrugs, getting up on his elbows to stare at her. He looks so relaxed. Legs spread and body half propped up.
“You don’t have to tell them.” She kneels down between his legs and onto the floor, her hand grasping his shirt to drag him until he’s sitting. “No one has to know besides us.”
Her nose twitches and she smells him . It’s sweet, a nice twinge to her senses that makes her draw in closer than she should.
“I don’t keep secrets from my family. I’ll let you leave if that’s what we decide on, deputy, but I sincerely doubt they’ll believe you should be a soldier.” John stands quickly, stepping over her and making his way out. “There’s food and water there, some blankets—it gets cold here at night.”
Her eyes narrow at his words, but he’s gone before she can confront him. He expects her to nest. He thinks she’ll have a heat when she’s with him. Which is entirely possible. It’s not unheard of to be thrown into a heat after being taken off of suppressants so suddenly, especially when all you can smell is unmated alphas around you.
Because apparently the people in John’s bunker are crazy loyal and really don’t fuck. They smell clean.
She resists for as long as she can. Everytime John stops by, every day, she revels in the look of disappointment that adorns his face when he sees the blankets left in the corner.
The constant stream of food and water is nice though. She can’t complain too much. Except she’ll find just about anything to bitch about, and John’s need to stand so close when he visits her, that’s something that gets under her skin.
She wakes up one day—the day after John ghosted a hand over her scent gland and murmured something she couldn’t hear—and she feels like she’s coming apart at the seams.
For the first time since she’s been here, Rook cries. It’s loud and keening, an angry sort of wounded noise that she can’t hold back. She tries to quiet herself down, knows that there are guards standing outside her cell at all times.
Apparently though she isn’t quiet enough.
“Christ, I thought I had more time. Fuck, okay, it’s okay omega.”
John. She doesn’t need him right now, can’t possibly deal with him. A growl rises from her chest, makes him stop dead in his tracks.
“Leave, John.”
He doesn’t do that at all. He does, however, stay right where he is. “I won’t hurt you. Or force you, I’m not here to be your mate.” He swallows and holds out his hands. “Just, here, this’ll make it easier.” Now she realizes that he’s holding something, a box. “Maybe not easier, but somewhat bearable. I know how hard it is, how long you’ve experienced a proper heat.”
Her teeth clamp down on the pillow beneath when he takes a step forward. “Shut up, John.”
“Yeah, okay, okay. Here. I’ll go now. If you need anything you ask for me.”
He tosses the box to her and she hears the clatter of something rolling around inside. She doesn’t check it until John is long gone though, until the heat coiling I’m her body is too much to bear.
She blindly reaches over the edge of bed. Her fingers catch on the box and she drags it towards her. Without thought she pushes her hand inside to grab at what’s inside and she hits rubber. Lumpy, textured rubber that is long and shapely with a huge base.
Oh dear lord in heaven.
He gave her a box of dildos.
Rook wants to yell out for him, to push the box back into his hands and watch him leave with his tail tucked between his legs. But not only does the thought of seeing him again—smelling him—make her toes curl, but if she doesn’t get something inside her soon she’s going to go crazy. She’ll probably start saying some dumb shit to the guards outside, asking them to fuck her as she gets lost in her heat.
With an annoyed groan she struggles out of her jeans, kicking them off the bed and looping her fingers in her panties.
She takes a hold of the first toy she touched, a cock that’s got a faux knot at the bottom. There isn’t any lube in the box and she barks out a cold laugh. She’s got enough slick to take just about anything right now. They both know that. It’s already staining the sheets below her.
Rook squirms out of the blankets, sweat dotting her skin already. And that’s a detail she forgot about. The heat that overwhelms and steals the breath from your lungs. It makes her tug off her shirt and bra, eyes straying to the cell door belatedly. The door isn’t in direct view, but if someone just tilted their head—
She huffs. Can’t think about that. Not now. Not when she feels like she’s going to die.
She rises up on her knees, sinking into the thin mattress slightly as she does so. The large head slips past her folds, bumping against her entrance teasingly. It sends a shiver through her spine, has her arching up before she snarls and shoves her hips down.
It takes a little bit of force, but eventually the head pops inside. Her eyes go wide and a whimper slips free from her lips. She fights the urge to nip at her tongue, to draw blood and distract, to in the very least, muffle the noises she’s bound to make. But there’s a haze that settles deep in her mind. A fog that makes everything fade into the background.
There’s a dull, satisfying ache deep inside her at the stretch of the toy. She’s never had something this big, foolishly afraid that it’d get stuck. Now though she realizes that she should’ve been more worried about getting it inside.
Her knees tremble as she slides down further, taking too much too fast and earning a sharp pain from the action. She yelps, a full blown omega yelp that would send an alpha running. She waits, wonders if John will come, and immediately hates herself for the following disappointment when no one appears.
The shaft is fully inside her cunt, coated in her slick. It’ll make the draw back easier when she decides to ride the thing.
Rook’s hands drop to her thighs, nails digging in as she tries to conjure up some mental image. Some nameless face or past fuck who treated her well. Someone to make cumming easier.
She toys with the idea of asking him, calling out for him just to watch the surprise on his face. Or maybe he wouldn’t be able to answer because he’d be so shell shocked in how much she’s taking.
Fuck. Now she’s thinking of John. John with his narrow hips and tattooed hands. With the earring he’s got that she’d tug at with sharp teeth. She’d do just about anything right now to figure out what he looks like beneath those fancy clothes. Now that gets her. Her own porno playing out before closed eyes drives her forward. She rolls her hips again and again. Shakes and trembles at the spike of heat in her belly. The bed begins to creak as she moves faster, leaving the tip inside to tease before she slams back down. It stretches her further, opens her wide as more slick pours from her sopping cunt. Gets her ready for the knot.
It’s naturally larger than what’s normal, the whole dildo is, and it hurts when her entrance brushes around the knot.
She would like to imagine John having cameras in this room—the other cells must—would he touch himself? Indulge in sin by holding his cock and jerking himself off? Letting his knot swell and catch around nothing?
Rook hisses as her body resists the fake knot, stretching her further than she’s ever been stretched. It feels like it’ll rip her apart. She doesn’t touch herself yet, keeps her hands to herself because she wants to come once it’s all inside.
She bounces up and down faster, almost topples onto the floor. She grinds down, shakes her hips and feels the knot slip inside an inch further. She mewls, fingers finally going down to find her clit. She starts a fast pace, doesn’t care for being gentle or slow. Or quiet for that matter.
She cums like that, shaking and gasping until her pussy is oversensitive.
“I didn’t think you’d be able to take it. John is staring at her slack jawed, pupils blown and stance a touch too wide. His hand is across his crotch, ghosting over his jeans as an afterthought.
“What’re you…” she swallows, painfully aware of how naked she is. She can’t for the life of her though cover up. Some small part of her brain says that this is right, that she needs to show off to her potential mate.
“You smelled so good,” he murmurs. “I couldn’t really hear you, but I,” now he looks away, slightly embarrassed, “I put you right next to where I sleep. And I could smell you so clearly.”
He breathes out a shaky sigh, taking quick steps forward, continuing when she doesn’t stop him.
“You’re a temptation, and this,” he gestures down to his hardened erection, “this is my sin. To lay with you would be a sin because we aren’t mates.”
She leans forward slightly, eyes struggling to stay open as the toy jostles inside her. “But?”
“But I can fix that.” He’s at the edge of the bed, a hand coming up to hook under her chin. “If you let me.”
There’s a wave of his scent that he pushes towards her again and again until she’s drowning in it. It’s manipulation at its finest. She can’t resist though, she leans into him, straining to press a kiss to the hollow of his throat.
“Well, deputy?”
She hears him undo his buckle and pull down his zip. “Yes.”
He groans. Head tipping down to kiss her. It’s chaste, a promise of what’s to come. That he’ll treat her right.
Rook yanks at his clothing, shakes as the dildo pushes outside of her. She forces him onto his back as she undresses him. All claws and growls. He lifts his hips to help her, laughs at her eagerness when her fingers catch on the buttons of his vest.
He’s inside her before she realizes what’s happening. She’s presenting for him, ass up in the air with her face pressed into the pillows. He’s got a firm grip on her hips, rocking her back and forth as he thrusts forward. Jams in so deep that it leaves her seeing stars.
“How do you feel about me making you mine, hm, Rook? Would you like that?”
She can’t talk, all words lost in the throes of her heat. He chuckles and the noise makes her clench around his cock.
“Maybe a pup or two will keep you off the battlefield.” He bears down on her, folds in half to cover her body with his own. He nuzzles into her skin, lays kisses along her jaw and down to her neck.
Right where he stops at her scent gland.
There’s a moment of hesitation on his part. His hips slow down into gentle rolls even as she jerks back and tries to get him to speed up.
“Can I?” He asks. “I’ll be so good to you. Please.”
She whimpers, her scent pushing outwards around them. Letting everyone know what’s going on, that she’s with an alpha, that she’s fucking, and that she’s so close.
“Rook?”
Later she’ll blame it on her heat. Say that she wasn’t thinking straight. She’ll spend sleepless nights telling herself that while she’s content next to John.
“Yes.”
He mumbles out soft “thank yous,” over and over again until he stops short and sinks his teeth into soft skin. He breaks the surface and draws blood that he’s quick to lap up. It’s a mark that won’t fade, one that will tell everyone who she belongs to. Her scent will do the same though, she’s going to reek of him, and she can’t find it in her to care.
“Now cum for me,” he tells her, setting his rough pace once more. Fists digging into the blankets beside her head as he finds leverage.
She does as he asks almost immediately, it’s the snarl he put into his words that makes her tip over the edge. The commanding tone that has her shaking until she’s yelling out at the sensitivity.
He’s close behind her, giving a last couple of thrusts before he’s spilling inside her pussy. Coating her walls with his seed. Forcing it deep inside her just as his knot catches on her entrance and stays there.
The pressure of it makes her whine, the sheer stretch so wide giving her a throbbing ache. And she realizes that it’s so much better than some toy.
“C’mere.” He rolls off to the side, tips them over to wait out his knot. He draws nonsensical patterns on her shoulder, pressing the occasional kiss there.
He starts humming around the same time sleep grabs hold of her and she can’t keep her eyes open. She doesn’t want to think of how safe she feels wrapped in his arms, or how drastically he just changed her life. He’s right though, she wouldn’t do a thing with a mate in her life. She wouldn’t dare risk the life of her pup either.
He’s a bastard. A conniving snake. But he’s her alpha now, and really that has a very nice ring to it, huh?