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Things were going well. She still wasn’t entirely sure how she’d caught the attention of this alpha who she would usually classify as outside her usual orbit—not out of her league, because she was a fucking catch—but that was a few (two? three?) margaritas and a dozen oysters ago. And she liked his name.
Ka-tsu-ki.
“Hah?”
Her eyes flew to his and she realized she’d said his name out loud. His first name. She’d already been warm but Ochako could feel her face flame at the intimacy she’d just opened the door to. Covering her face with her hands for a moment, she let herself peek through her fingers at him.
He had this hungry grin on his face that lifted a little higher on one side than the other, showing off fangs typical to his designation. The hair on top of his undercut brushed just below his brow, almost obscuring one eye, but that other filled with the heat of a burning ember pinned her in place.
“I like surprises,” he said, voice lower than it had been for the past few hours. “And, Cheeks, you’re a surprise.”
A surprise? Her?
Slowly, he peeled one of her hands away from her face and brought it closer. She had no idea what he wanted to—oh!
Katsuki bit into the flesh of her wrist, eyes never straying from hers, and she felt the sharp pricks of his teeth as they pressed deeper to leave their mark. He hadn’t bitten her scent gland but he was walking a fine line by biting her just outside the area, making his act feel dangerous and… thrilling.
Was she breathing? She wasn’t sure if she was breathing.
He pulled away and soothed the spot with a slow swipe of his tongue, then rubbed his thumbs in soothing circles over it. “Okay?” he asked. “Or too much?”
“So okay,” she whispered, clenching her thighs together.
His tone remained low, the rumble of an animal somewhere between contentment and hunger. She felt it in her bones. “Wanna get out of here?”
She did. She wanted him like she couldn’t remember wanting anyone. There was nothing—
Ochako slowly tugged her arm from his grasp and cradled it to her chest.
“Let’s put some ice on it if it hurts,” Katsuki offered, already fishing for the cloth napkin next to his plate to scoop ice into.
She shook her head. “It’s not that.”
He paused in his activity, brow furrowing. “Then what is it?”
She bit her lip. Here it was. The point where guys realized they’d been wasting their time with her.
“I don’t give head.”
The statement hovered between them, a tangible oozing presence that Ochako felt with each of her inhales. The anticipatory mortification of being rejected sinking its claws deep as she averted her gaze from his.
Katsuki snorted. “And?”
That wasn’t a reaction she’d ever gotten before. “What do you mean, ‘And?’”
He reclined, all relaxed masculine energy as he draped his arms across the top of the low-backed booth. If it hadn’t been clear before that he was older than her, this moment would have left no doubt. A man simply didn’t have this kind of presence without years of experience. Also, he’d leaned closer to the light and she saw the faint creases at the corners of his eyes, the brush strokes along his temples of hair lighter than the rest of his all-over blond. How did that make him even hotter? And just how much older than her was he?
“That supposed to be a deal-breaker?” he asked, idly toying with some sort of ring on his thumb.
Okay, he was clearly not understanding the impact of her words. “And you won’t convince me to give you head, either.”
“Okay.”
“At no point will your cock be in my mouth,” she said with more vehemence.
At that he leaned forward again, gaze more predatory than before. “Sweet little Cheeks, there is so much more fun to be had than just dick-sucking. You’ve clearly been with unimaginative extras, because I can think of a dozen ways I’d lose my mind getting off with you that have nothing to do with that.”
“A d-dozen?” How was that even possible? She only had three holes.
“Come home with me, Cheeks,” he said, extending a big hand across the table toward her. “A dozen is just the beginning.”
Was he calling her bluff? Was this a bait and switch? She’d never gotten this reaction before during her line-in-the-sand declaration. How was she supposed to know if this was a front or if—
“Hey.” Katsuki was suddenly next to her, tipping her chin up to look at him. She hadn’t even been conscious of how her gaze had dropped to her lap. “Your reasons are your own. I like getting my dick sucked, what guy doesn’t? But it’s more important to me that we do what you like, what you want.” His mouth moved back to her ear. “What you need.”
A little sound escaped her throat, body filling up with such effervescent desire that she was afraid to move and break the spell.
She wasn’t sure how he was closer but he was, his mouth ghosting over her neck as he brushed her hair back. “You tell me yes, I’m full-throttle. You tell me maybe, we discuss it. You tell me no, we stop, no questions asked. You don’t have to justify what you like to me or any other fucker out there.” He bit down on her neck, more lightly than he’d done on her wrist, once again just outside of where her scent gland was. “Tell me you understand that.”
Her voice was some unrecognizable desirous coo. “I understand.”
At some point she’d shut her eyes so that she could do nothing but feel. His breath behind her ear, his heat at her side, a large palm cupping her bare knee where it had been exposed by her modest skirt, thumb making slow circles on her skin.
He paused a moment and the spell began to break.
Oh, no. This is where he realizes he’s made an awful mistake and—
“Can I still go down on you or is that off the table, too?”
There was something in his tone she couldn’t identify so she pulled back a little to look at him. His eyes set her aflame, deep hungry pools of crimson that had a suddenly desperate edge.
“Because if I can’t get my mouth on your pussy, I might die.”
She blinked, taken completely by surprise. “You like it that much?”
His hands came up to cup her jaw on both sides to anchor her gaze on him. “If it wouldn’t get us arrested, I’d crawl under this fucking piece of shit table, spread your legs, and show you how much I love eating pussy.”
She shivered. Had she ever been with a man who had such a filthy mouth?
“Come home with me,” he said, quieter than before, thumbs brushing carefully over the curve of her cheeks.
“Okay.”
~ ~ ~
Crashing through doors was such a storybook thing. It didn’t really happen. People didn’t need each other so much that they turned into craven animals.
That’s what Ochako had always told herself to adjust her expectations of reality.
Katsuki did not ascribe to those limitations.
He was shucking his suit coat like it offended him while backing her against the wall to growl into her neck. His arms curled down and around her so that he was able to grab large handfuls of the curve between the top of her thigh and her ass. The sound he made as he hefted her off the floor until he could reach her lips was sinful.
Ochako gulped down breath, reveling in how wet just kissing him had gotten her. She couldn’t even remember the last time an alpha had coaxed her slick from her. Being reminded of the feeling, of how electrified her skin felt, the way her toes curled in her flats until they fell, forgotten on the floor, and the clench of her inner muscles as they readied for something to push into her was…
Well, it was magical.
“Goddammit,” Katsuki murmured against her skin, as though he couldn’t leave it once he’d put his lips there. His nose brushed across her scent gland again and again. “You smelled so good at the bar I thought I was imagining it. But you smell so fucking good, Omega. There isn’t a soul alive who could pry me away from you right now.”
His hips began to rock into her and she felt the column of his erection behind his pants but the amount of clothing between them made her whine.
Ochako clawed her fingers into his hair until she managed to tug his head back. “Need to feel you, Alpha,” she whined.
His blown pupils scoured her, surely finding the same wild look in her own gaze. He lowered her slowly, then a reluctant hand left the back of her thigh to trail the back of a claw down along her jaw. “You need me to make you submit, baby?”
She swallowed and nodded. “Can y-you…” The heat of her blush made her pause.
The claw made its way down her neck to circle her gland and scrape across the sensitive skin there, making a fresh surge of arousal flood her center. It looked like his fangs were getting longer. “Tell me what you need.”
Was this because of the twenty-year age gap between them that he cared about her needs? Because he was experienced in the way males closer to her own twenty-eight years couldn’t claim? Or was it his own innate care for a partner?
In any case, it was a question Ochako had never been asked before. She would have remembered. She would have melted, the way she wanted to now.
When she couldn’t seem to make the words roll out of her mouth, she released his hair and took his hand in hers to lead it to clasp around her neck. It seemed so difficult to speak her mind but the omega in her pushed that aside. “I need… I need bruises, Alpha. Marks.”
He pulled his hand away from her neck and began yanking at his tie. His grin stretched, predatory and hungry. “Run, baby. Run.”
Instincts that had existed since the beginning of time thrummed in her blood and she slipped from between him and the wall, glancing left and right across the open floor plan before running for the nearest hallway. His footsteps were thumping on the wood floor nearly as loud as her heartbeat, but he was moving slow, letting the delicious sort of fear bloom inside her.
He had a second floor in this over-the-top luxurious condo and Ochako would never run up if her life were really on the line—honestly, why did people in horror movies always do that? It drove her crazy—but right now, she wanted to get caught. So up she went.
In a low sing-song voice, Katsuki called out, “C’mere little omega.”
The sound thrilled up her spine and she squeaked as she reached the landing, throwing open doors to try and find a suitable place to either hide or defend from.
Cleaning closet, linen closet, bathroom, minimalist office, empty spare room, gym, another closet…
Ochako was hit with the saturation of his scent the moment she opened the last door. The master bedroom. His bedroom. Of course she was going to end up here.
“Omega…” Katsuki crooned again, something heavy and dripping with honey infusing his tone. Oh, her legs wanted to drop right out from under her.
No. He had to earn her submission, even though she was panting for it.
She slammed the door shut and began grabbing at furniture to see if she could move it to bar the way. As she huffed and puffed to shove an armoire against the door she could hear Katsuki again.
“Is she in the office? No, she isn’t.” A few moments of pause. “Is she in my gym? No, she isn’t.”
He was getting closer, so much that her nerves were snapping with it. The master bedroom was its own suite, with an entire living space to the right including an overstuffed dark leather couch, a projector screen that spanned an entire wall, a full wet bar, and floor-to-ceiling windows that would boast of the views he had of the city. To the left was a bed much bigger than one man should ever need, a doorway that led into what promised to be an obnoxiously-appointed bathroom, and over in the corner…
A light tapping on the bedroom door made her freeze, as though the simple act of him doing so had ended the game.
“Is she in my room?” Ochako heard Katsuki try to turn the doorknob and laugh darkly. “Strange, I don’t remember locking my door.”
Backing toward the corner, her ears remained attuned to the alpha on the other side of the door. The alpha who was playing with her. “Guess I’d better just—” The distinct sound of the doorknob breaking made her shoulders jump. But when the door only moved inward an inch before it was stopped by the armoire, she heard his heavy breaths through the gap as though they were in her ear. “Oh, omega. Trying to keep me from what’s mine?” A heavy thud told her he was ramming into the door now and she no longer had the luxury of just standing there.
The game was almost up but she wanted to stretch it out just a little longer so she reached between her legs to cover her fingers in her slick, barely hiding a moan when they slid through her sensitive flesh there. The back of the couch, the walls, the bed, the doorway of the bathroom, the floors, the gold-threaded marble walls of the shower, she left smears of her scent everywhere.
Katsuki’s breathing was ragged now. “Smart omega. I can smell that juicy pussy from here. Just wait until I drag you under me. You’ll be begging for my knot, won’t you?”
The door began to crack under the force of his need to get to her and she wiped herself as best she could, soaking a towel in her slick before tossing it into the shower, then bolted for the massive walk-in closet and shut the door quietly behind her. Covering her mouth with both hands, she backed her way past a countertop in the middle of the closet displaying designer watches, cufflinks, and tie pins, past a line of polished shoes and half boots, until she had literally pushed into the corner behind several sets of suits.
And then, she held her breath.
Hearing the sound of wooden furniture break apart both appalled her frugal nature and launched her mind to the edge of reason where it wanted to roll around in the show of strength. Of how capable an alpha he was. A heavy thump told her that the armoire had finally fallen to his advance, followed by an eerie silence. Katsuki was no longer stomping to announce his presence.
Her heart was thumping so loud she was sure that the closet door would immediately be ripped open, the sound leading him straight to her. But moments passed by and the silence continued until she heard a low predatory laugh.
“Clever, omega. Clever.”
She took another breath just before there was a quiet snick, letting her know the closet door had been opened. Her toes curled, as if by doing so it would keep her hidden. Under the plush carpet of the closet, she could hear nothing except the gong of her blood rushing in her veins to accompany the tremble in her body.
The sound of the closet door opening and closing again made her freeze. She had been holding her breath for so long that she gave a hard exhale, feeling something like disappointment drip over her. How had he not—
A thickly muscled arm shot back and hooked around her waist before she was unceremoniously yanked out and then immediately pushed to the ground. She’d been set down so gently but her head was spinning even while Katsuki was rending her modest skirt right up the middle from her hem with his claws. Ochako heaved in breaths even as she fought beneath him, even as the slide of her inner thighs against each other announced that she was not at all unwilling.
Claws sank into the curves of her hips, not enough to break the skin… but nearly so. It made her wild as she scraped back at him, one of her smaller claws catching several of his buttons and neatly severing the threads that had held them in place. She had wanted to see his skin but he was wearing an undershirt.
Unacceptable, Alpha.
Suddenly, Katsuki reared back to loom over her from above. He looked imperious. He looked crazed. He looked hungry.
And he… turned away from her to dig through a drawer beneath the island in the middle of the closet. Accessories went flying as he dug through drawer after drawer, his breath fast and shallow.
Fine. Then he would just have to catch her again if he was going to ignore her.
She inched her legs up until they were clear of Katsuki’s kneeling form, sucked in a breath, and rolled over across the floor before pushing herself up to run out of the closet.
The harsh, deep rumble that may have been a laugh or a growl made her want to stop in her tracks, but she pushed on.
His voice was at her ear when she had faltered momentarily, indecisive in where she should go.
“I am going to fuck you so hard, little omega.”
Ochako didn’t even have time to scream as she was pushed into a wall, roughly enough that her breath briefly ran away while a fresh rush of slick painted the insides of her thighs. He shoved up between her legs as her skirt fell away and her underwear was neatly sliced away from her skin. A knee pinned her when she would have slid down the wall but as it was her pussy was pressed down onto it, immediately drenching fabric that abraded her clit.
Though Katsuki’s body was close his hands hadn’t yet touched her. It made her whimper with need.
“Alpha.”
Something soft and semi-rigid was slid around her neck from the front before clasping along her spine. It didn’t hinder any of her movements but adhered to the heat of her skin, silky with a metallic sheen that even her arousal-clouded eyes caught.
Fangs caught the shell of her ear, clamping down hard. “I’m trying to protect you and you want to run from me? Oh, Omega, you shouldn’t have done that.” A slow claw dragged down her back and the weave of her top gave way without resistance until it drooped and caught in the bend of her elbows. “Had to put a pretty little collar on you to keep from biting you, didn’t I? Because I’m a good alpha who is going to do such bad things to you.”
Ochako was so wet she actually began to slip to the side of Katsuki’s leg. There was no need for her brain to worry about falling because this gorgeous alpha with crow’s feet lightly winging from the corners of his eyes clamped down on her hips. Hard enough that they would definitely leave bruises.
A sound she’d never made before whimpered its way out of her throat, softly imploring, begging, Please take care of me.
Katsuki clearly understood and it seemed to shake something wild loose in him because he lunged forward to clamp his teeth into the material shielding her mating glands from him. “No omega has ever made me this crazed,” he snarled, biting his way around the collar. “I want to make you mine. I want to fuck this juicy little cunt forever.”
Ochako caught sight of his eyes and saw that they had bled completely black, obliterating even the whites of his eyes. He was… was he… on the edge of a rut?
Ochako knew how the collars worked. Anyone could put one on, but only omegas were able to release them with a dab of saliva in a specific spot. A safety mechanism designed by omega engineers and scientists to protect other omegas from heat-of-the-moment or forced matings. And he was thoughtful enough to not only have one, but to remember to put it on her before either of them had grown mindless.
In the face of that knowledge, the collar made her fearless.
“Alpha.” Ochako wanted to calm him but instead she lifted to wrap her arms around his neck. “Need your knot. Please,” she whispered before nipping the curve of his ear.
She wasn’t even aware of him freeing his cock from his pants or when the rest of his clothes ended up in shreds on the floor. All Ochako knew was that she was empty one moment and stuffed full the next. He swallowed her scream and didn’t give her a moment to adjust to him, instead hammering into her hard enough that her spine thumped the wall behind her.
There must have been a tiny sound of discomfort that escaped her because he walked them out of the closet, clearly aiming for the bed, his cock still buried deep as he held her aloft by the backs of her thighs, impaled and dripping. But they didn’t make it that far. Once more, he took them down to the plush carpet, pinning her with the full mass of his weight as he caught her knees in the crooks of his elbows and spread her wider.
He was so close, fucking so hard and fast, that Ochako couldn’t even get a glimpse of the cock that intended to brand her insides in a way that his teeth couldn’t on her neck. She still needed those teeth though and arched her neck to the side to bare the skin of her shoulder and clavicle, exposed by the remains of her shirt.
If someone told her that this man alone, in the entire world, could read her thoughts, she would have believed it. Her mouth was open on a stuttering moan to form her plea but his jaws had already opened and bit down on her tender skin.
Body arching, clamping unforgivingly on Katsuki’s cock, she seized in a release that made the space behind her ears and her fingertips buzz. If anything, the alpha atop her plowed deeper, fucking her through her orgasm and right into another. Her claws sank between his shoulder blades to match the imprint of his teeth on her shoulder, both deep enough to draw blood by the smell of it.
“Good, Omega, so good,” he growled after a reluctant release from her skin. “Taking me so good. Dripping for me.” Those black eyes burned down at her, drawing her deeper, enticing her to join him in their depths. “Take more.”
His knot popped inside of her and it was like the rest of him grew, too. Thicker, longer, the heat of his seed as it leaked from him in advance of his own climax like a liquid brand. It was as though her lower body was choking on him, at its limits, and yet still oozing enough slick to ruin the carpet beneath them.
Rather than simply locking himself inside, he drew back with a groan and shoved that knot right back in. Somehow it felt better and worse, the loss of it followed immediately by the glory of being so full. He did it several more times, until she was too craven to let him withdraw anymore.
Her legs were still pushed up and spread, cramping from the position, but she didn’t care. The rest of her body could be soothed later—her pussy was aching for what the alpha was giving her now. Nothing else mattered. With her nails already dug into the skin of his back, that only left her own teeth as tools to communicate her needs.
On his next surge inward, she opened wide and locked onto the column of his neck. Instantly, he froze, shuddering wildly.
“Stay,” she growled, low and needy and yet somehow commanding, before sinking her own little fangs back into his skin.
He stayed, leveraging one of his knees up along her side and dropping more of his weight onto her. Impossibly, he sank deeper, the head of his cock crowding a spot that should have been screaming in pain and instead seemed desperate to open up and let him even deeper inside.
Katsuki quaked around her, throbbed inside her, and released a bone-shivering howl that spoke to every omega instinct in her blood. The eyes he had closed slanted open to glare down at her and he subtly rocked deeper, as if testing her body’s willingness to give him permission to take a space that nobody had ever plumbed the depths of.
“Right here,” he said, stilling, exerting all the pressure he was able to at her cervix. “This is where I’d put my pups. This is where I’m going to paint your insides white and teach —hahhh, fuck, such a perfect pussy—your body that it will never submit to anyone again but me.” He took her chin carefully, catching it between a clawed thumb and forefinger. “You don’t know how goddamned perfect you feel strangling my cock, Omega.”
Ochako’s eyes began to roll back into her head, all her senses threatening to shut down as heat expanded between her legs.
“That’s it, baby. Give it over to me.” His snarl was at her neck and she lamented she couldn’t feel it on her skin while the collar protected her.
Somewhere in the space of her breaths, Ochako’s soul alighted from her mortal coil as the hot jets of Katsuki’s cum inside her combined with the searing pressure of his knot, and the fingers he’d slid between them to stroke her clit. Her body ignited with pleasure, breath seemingly trapped in her lungs and voice locked in her throat.
She was disoriented and drunk on sensation, a pleasant fog filling up space in her head, leaving no room for thought.
There was pressure on her neck, followed by small, odd cracks of sound, and Ochako slid her eyes open to try and figure out what it was. Were she not stupefied by the ongoing pulses of release that renewed with every additional rush of seed from the cock lodged deep in her pussy, she may have actually been frightened. As it was, she preened beneath him when she saw Katsuki’s mouth open to reveal enlarged, broken fangs and the appearance of furred canine ears facing toward her and twitching as though to catch every hint of sound from her.
She delicately withdrew her claws from his back and drew them up to stroke the back of his neck. “Alpha is pleased?”
Katsuki leaned down and gave gentle licks to her shoulder and the side of her chin. He nuzzled her jaw with his nose, following the angle until he could trace the shell of her ear with his breath. Slowly, ever so slowly, Katsuki unwound one arm from her knee and slowly lowered her leg to the floor, big palms squeezing and massaging her hip and calf out of the cramped position she’d been pinned in. When he had done the same to the other side, the sprawl of her legs gave his bigger body room to settle more of his weight on her.
A low rumble filled the air between them when she turned her face to lap the inside of one of his wrists near a scent gland after he’d settled his forearms on either side of her head. Unlike when she’d used hers, his claws were gentle as they smoothed through her hair, scratching soothingly at her scalp.
She sighed from the gentle care.
“I am more pleased than you could know, Omega,” he told her. His eyes squeezed shut when his hips gave an unexpected jerk, setting off her own body’s reactions. He caught her mouth with his own, licking languidly inside. “If you keep clamping down on me like that, my knot is never gonna go down, baby.”
Ochako just closed her eyes and tried to smile into their kiss but Katsuki’s tongue rolled deeper to swallow her pleasured moan. “Feels s’good,” she murmured. “All hot and filled by a good alpha. Don’t wanna let you leave me.”
Strong, solid arms slid beneath her back and bottom as Katsuki drew her close and slowly leveraged them up. Ochako lost her breath when she was upright and impaled all over again on the alpha’s cock, still locked firmly inside her. The sensation startled her so much that she mouthed at his neck, scraping her teeth near his scent gland to settle the intensity.
“Dynamight,” he rasped. When she repeated the motion of an incomplete bite his cock gave another hot throb.
Ochako’s brow furrowed but before she could ask, there was the familiar chime of an A.I..
“How may I be of service?” the digital voice said from speakers she couldn’t see.
“Run a bath in the soaking tub at my preferred heat setting. Add Epsom salt,” he said as he slowly made his way to a standing position, never letting go of Ochako despite her generously plump frame and corresponding weight.
“Very good, sir.”
An affirmative chime indicated the end of the verbal interaction and Ochako heard taps turn on in the bathroom from where they were. She blinked up at Katsuki and noticed the ears atop his head were gone, once again just normal human ears. Odd.
With careful steps that wouldn’t jostle her, Katsuki took them to the bathroom where the water was already half full and steaming invitingly. He sat them down into what really was a personal in-floor infinity edge hot tub, still connected intimately. They both sighed as the level rose to their waists.
With the air full of calming fragrance, Ochako slumped forward into Katsuki’s chest, rubbing her face between the wide slabs of his pectorals.
Katsuki hummed. “Still feels good?”
She nodded against his skin beneath his chin, emotion welling up in her. Never had she felt so cared for, so cherished, or appreciated in bed. Everything with Katsuki felt so natural, so easy, it was hard to reconcile him with the other alphas she’d been with before.
Warm lips caught a tear on her cheek when he ducked to look at her. “What can I do, Omega?”
Ochako uncurled and tightened her arms around his neck once more, letting her forehead press against his when he initiated it. Though it seemed almost infinitesimal, she could sense his knot slowly retreating. The sense that she would soon be empty overwhelmed her.
“Don’t let this be our only time together, Alpha,” she sobbed. “Please don’t make me go back to a life without this.” A life of never being enough.
“Oi.” The alpha caught the back of her neck, still collared, and made sure she was looking right at him, his eyes back to the same red they’d been when they had met at the bar. “I plan to drape you in luxury and show every other person out there that they missed out on the most perfect omega. You’re only leaving if you want this to be over.” He smirked and his teeth looked normal again, except for the typical alpha incisors. “Like I said earlier, you’re mine.”
Her fingers clenched reflexively and she sniffed. “O-Okay.”
A few moments passed, Katsuki cupping water and letting it run down her spine, the slope of her shoulders, her breasts. He went back to massaging her legs while the heat of the water and the Epsom salt went to work on soothing her thoroughly, perfectly used body. There didn’t seem to be a need for words, nor a need to fill the silence. When the water level finally reached her nipples, the taps shut off and Ochako could feel the water circulating against her skin. She looked at Katsuki for an answer, having never been in a bath like this before.
He shrugged, a devilish grin displaying white teeth. “Mating is messy. The water is constantly filtered and refreshed so that we aren’t bathing in cum when I finally slip out of you.”
Yep, her face definitely flamed bright at that. Ochako hid her face in her hands at the frank language. And as though his words were the catalyst, his cock softened and slid from her body.
It was such an odd sensation, to no longer have him filling her with his cock and his seed. But… she didn’t feel as empty as she thought she would. Not with the reassurance he’d provided, the tender aftercare he was making sure she received.
“What’s this, now?” His chuckle was deeper, and it jostled her as she sat on his lap. “I can pump you full of the stuff and talk about how perfect your cunt is but we can’t talk about not wanting to share our nice hot bath with cum?”
She shook her head, mortified. “Ohmygod, stop. I can’t.”
The alpha leaned back, stretching his arms out along the edge of the tub, looking like a king as his previously styled hair fell across his eyes. He swept it back with a negligent hand. “Get used to it.” He snapped. “Oh, while I’m thinking of it—Dynamight.”
“How may I be of service?”
“Deploy cleaning bots to my bedroom floor. We made a mess in there.” He winked at Ochako and she thought she might actually die.
“Very good—”
“And don’t use the deodorizer,” Katsuki added. “I want that scent to linger.”
“Very good, sir.”
Ochako actually shoved at Katsuki’s chest so hard she pushed herself off his lap, accidentally submerging herself. When she came up spluttering, his laugh boomed against the gold-threaded black marble walls and floor. “Little idiot.”
She gestured wildly. “How can you—I mean, that’s—But why would you—” Her brain couldn’t land on a complete sentence from being so scrambled.
“Cheeks.” His tone wasn’t censorious but she closed her mouth to listen as if she’d been reprimanded. “I don’t bring omegas to my home when I want to fuck. And I’ve never been with an omega who smells as fucking delicious as you.”
Ochako gulped.
“When you choose to go home, I want to taste that scent in my room when I’m fucking my hand and thinking of you. I know what I want.” Something in his brow softened. “I want to fill this entire house with you.”
Oh, wow. “Do you mean—are you saying that you… are courting me?” she asked.
Katsuki’s jaw worked contemplatively. “In a way, yes.”
“But we don’t know anything about each other. What if the way I eat my ramen drives you up the wall? Or if you hate that I leave my clothes in the dryer for days at a time? How could you know you want that already? How…” She couldn’t finish her last question.
How could you know that I’m enough?
“I’m older than you. I’ve been with a lot of people, tested a lot of chemistry, seen a lot of personalities. You don’t have to trust me now, but when I say I want you, there is nothing impulsive or untrue in that statement.” He leaned forward, suddenly serious. “You can always walk away, I never want that to be in question. But it’s in my nature to let people know where I stand.”
Ochako nodded, trying to take everything in. “Then, thank you for being honest.”
His smile eased again when she let herself float a little in the water. “You’re welcome.”
Instead of chewing on the inside of her lip, she asked, “So how does this work? Between us, I mean. My experiences with other alphas have been significantly different, and not in their favor. Or mine, for that matter.”
“It’s as easy as we want it to be. You let me spoil you with shopping for whatever your heart doesn’t know it desires yet. You let me take you to restaurants where other people have to spend years on a waiting list to get in. I provide for you.”
“And we have sex.”
Katsuki pushed himself away from the edge to join her in the middle of the tub. “It’s not one for the other. Tonight could be the only time we ever have sex and I would still want to spoil the fuck out of you. I hope that’s not the case because… That doesn’t matter. It’s obvious that I would love to be in your pussy day and night. But just having you sitting on my couch and watching me make dinner for you would bring me pleasure.”
Ochako’s mouth quirked up. “You’re an odd alpha, Katsuki.”
“No,” he corrected. “I am a seasoned alpha with more money than I could ever spend with a natural libido and short refractory time that most men would kill for.” She could see how those little crow’s feet at the corners of his eyes crinkled when he was this close, the lines around his mouth that deepened when he grinned.
Her arms slid around his waist while her breasts and the curve of her belly brushed against his front until he tugged her tight to him. “And so modest, too,” she laughed.
Katsuki ran the backs of his knuckles down her cheek, eyes darting back and forth as if memorizing her features.
“I only have two rules,” he said quietly.
That took her by surprise and Ochako leaned back a little, hackles prepared to rise. “Rules?” she asked, raising a brow.
“Requirements,” he amended, though Ochako wasn’t sure that was a better word.
She dropped her hold from his waist to pull her arms up between them and fold them across her chest, then leaned back to stare up at him. “Let’s hear them.”
His eyes snagged on her breasts momentarily, pushed up as they were in the cradle of her crossed arms, nipples furling tightly in the cooler air after being submerged in the warm water. Then he shook himself and, meeting her gaze, held up one finger. “When you are in heat, we don’t see each other.” A second finger joined the first. “When I am in rut, we don’t see each other.”
That… was not what she had expected to hear. And, honestly, it was more than a little off putting.
“One of the things that is most difficult for me to manage is my heat. And you’re telling me that I would have an amazing alpha who would spoil me anytime except when I need him most?”
Katsuki’s jaw flexed.
“I’m assuming you don’t want me to seek out another alpha as a temporary stand-in when my entire body wants to turn inside out if I’m not being bred. Would that be correct?” Ochako knew her flippancy would probably not go over well but this was just… not acceptable.
What she didn’t expect was to watch as Katsuki’s entire frame shook before it began to grow. He tossed his head back, growling, and she spotted those fangs again. The presence of his ears shifting into dark blond furred wolf ears atop his head. His whole body locked in place and Ochako had the terrible (wonderful) feeling that he was restraining himself. That if he truly let go, he would be bigger. A lot bigger.
Things suddenly made sense.
He was a were alpha. Not unheard of, but certainly rare. Ochako didn’t know anyone even in passing who knew or had met one. If she hadn’t watched him begin to transform before her eyes, she would have continued to think that the few books with information on his kind were exaggerating.
Is it lonely being such a singular creature? she wondered.
He cracked his neck and then turned his crimson stare down at her. “Not… safe. Don’t want… hurt.” His words were slow as he spoke around elongated fangs, his speech more animal than human. But despite the beginnings of what others might think of as a terrifying visage, there was only one thing she knew.
His huge hands, monstrous claws extended, fur threatening to grow over his knuckles, still held her so carefully. As if she were infinitely precious to him.
Some person had to have made him feel like a monster. And that filled her heart with overflowing compassion for him. Her former alphas had made her feel like she wasn’t enough to satisfy their sexual needs. Ochako surmised that his former omegas must have made him feel as though his natural state was too much.
She let her arms unfold and wrapped her hands carefully around the backs of his elbows, stroking softly. “Okay. It’s okay, Alpha.” She nuzzled her face into the center of his chest once more and felt a large hand gently settle on the back of her head, claws slowly sifting through the strands of her damp hair.
His heart was pounding wildly beneath her ear but with each passing moment the thundering beat began to ease up, and she felt as his bestial self drew back inside his human body. When he slid perfectly normal, manicured fingers along the line of her jaw to fix her gaze to his, Ochako let him.
“No heats,” he said once more, quieter, with all the weight of his partial transformation in his eyes. “No ruts.” After a moment he added, “And don’t fall in love with me. It’s too dangerous.”
She hummed but didn’t agree verbally and his brow creased, clearly picking up on her not-so-subtle refusal of his rules. “We have time.” Tilting her head, she felt her neutral mouth slide into a grin. “Now what was that about shopping for things I don’t even know I want yet?”
~ ~ ~
Out of consideration for Katsuki, especially since they were so new, Ochako opted for sedation during her next heat, only a month after they had first met. It was awful being put under. Omega bodies rebelled at being forced to go against their nature so those who did so often suffered from extreme flu-like symptoms for nearly a week once the anesthesia wore off. Heats didn’t just serve as mating drives, after all. The constant release of oxytocin and dopamine from the near-continuous orgasms promoted the mental, emotional, and physical well-being of omegas.
In other words, without the natural progression of a heat, omegas could experience an overall plummet in health.
Luckily, Ochako had only been averaging two to three heats per year for the past few years so at least it wasn’t a frequent concern. But she hadn’t opted for sedation since her teens after an early presentation. There had always been either an alpha partner or a mating service since she’d turned eighteen.
The after-effects of the subdued heat hit her particularly hard and within an hour after getting home from the hospital, she was throwing up into the toilet in her small bathroom, body racked with violent chills.
At some point, Ochako realized her phone was vibrating against her tile floor. She wiped her mouth, hands shaking, before she picked up.
Katsuki’s warm voice filled her ear. “Did you make it home safely?” Ordinarily, his check-in would have made her smile, especially since she had forgotten to text him when she’d gotten home. But now she wasn’t sure she even had enough energy to lift the corners of her mouth. “Alph—” Not even able to finish a greeting, her body was wracked with coughs and she could feel the ache in her bones. Instead of finishing, she simply put her phone on speaker.
The call between them went silent and still and then Katsuki cursed. “I’m coming to get you, baby.”
Ochako could hear the purr of his car as he pushed the Start Engine button. It hummed in her ear as Katsuki’s seatbelt buckle clicked in the background. She meant to talk to him, to listen to him talk to her while he was on his way, but she slid to the floor to try to cool her hot skin against the outdated tile. And the sounds of her alpha calling her name faded into mist.
~ ~ ~
There was something cool on her forehead. Her skin didn’t feel clammy with fever or sweat, and it only took a few hazy moments for her to realize she was in a familiar bed. Katsuki’s bed.
Her body still ached but she wasn’t in dire need of water or subjected to the particular pleasure of having ‘sick mouth’, as her mother liked to call it, the grimy feeling of tongue and teeth when you were under the weather.
The space between her legs pulsed with warmth, slow, warm lapping against her clit contributing to her wakefulness. A gentle release feathered through her and Ochako inhaled, feeling a momentary reprieve from her body’s miserable state.
Peeling her eyes open, it took a few blinks before she looked down to see Katsuki laying between her legs, spread and draped over his shoulders. His eyes were closed as his lips closed around the sensitive rise of her clit and nursed at her there.
“Alpha,” she whispered.
The older man’s eyes slid open and up her body to look over her, but he never removed his mouth from her. There was nothing lascivious in his gaze, only the mild crease around his eyes to signal his regret.
Her fingers slid down, until she could touch his hair, petting lightly. She watched his jaw open wide, felt the broad lick of his tongue dip inside her and drag slick back up to the crest of her pussy to mix with his saliva there.
Ochako blinked sleepily and gave a little exhale when the alpha unwrapped one of his hands from her hip, where he held her to his lips like a holy chalice. Her hand was tugged from his hair and his fingers intertwined with hers, clasping their hands together.
When she tried to clear her throat and say something, Katsuki finally raised his head, the entire lower half of his face drenched.
“Thirsty?” he queried softly, as though a higher volume would add to her discomfort. When she nodded, he pressed reverent kisses to the bit of belly that curved down over the top of her mons, the insides of her thighs, the lips of her sex, and then eased himself up.
Eyes tracking his movements, the stiffness in his big frame that he was trying to downplay, Ochako watched him make his way to a cart filled with medication bottles, salves, cool compresses, bottles of water, a metal cloche that covered some sort of food, and an electric warmer where a steaming mug sat. It was the mug he brought back to her, climbing slowly onto the bed beside her so carefully that had her eyes been closed she wouldn’t know he was there.
“Can I help you sit up?”
Ochako nodded in answer and Katsuki set the cup on a nearby tray table before easing her up with a strong, supportive arm at her back until he had tucked her into his side, her head lolling a little into his chest. She went to take the mug from him when he held it out but couldn’t get a firm enough grip, which invited frustrated tears to the corners of her eyes.
To his credit, the alpha didn’t offer platitudes; to his detriment, he didn’t offer any apologies, either. He simply brought the mug to her lips and tilted in increments until savory broth spilled across her tongue. Warmth coated her throat as she swallowed in careful sips until there weren’t even dregs left at the bottom.
When his face tilted into her peripheral vision, she noticed that he had wiped his face.
“More?” he asked.
Her frame drew in on itself as the body aches returned, stealing the brief pleasure of the beverage. “Please.” She accepted another two cups of calorie- and nutrient-dense broth before she had to lay back and quietly whimper in discomfort. Katsuki swept a cool cloth over her skin, laid a fresh compress to her forehead, and once again settled between her legs. There was no keeping track of how many times she slipped in and out of sleep, but each time, Katsuki was tending to her pussy, sampling her slowly, cautiously winding vines of release up and through her body. Never rough, never driving her into oversensitivity.
Days passed, each one ushering in the same discomfort and fever, though her nausea had thankfully not returned since Katsuki had retrieved her from her apartment. She didn’t know if Katsuki slept, if he ate, or otherwise tended to himself beyond the bare necessities. Nor did she care.
Because each time she drifted back into wakefulness, it wasn’t thankfulness she felt.
Katsuki deserved this penance. He could have helped her avoid it entirely. Beast or no beast, if he refused to tend to her during her heat, he could damn well care for her until the sickness finally ended. That was part of the promise he’d made when he told her he would provide for her.
He had.
But despite her improvement in health, Ochako still didn’t feel better. A lingering sense of betrayal made her chest feel tight and it took even longer for the alpha to earn back her trust than it had to help her recover post-heat.
~ ~ ~
Her next heat was the same, except for a significant difference. Katsuki stayed with her in the hospital while she was under, tending to her body, unconscious and saturated with suppressants, the same way he had during the previous heat. The nurse checking her vitals—while he had her hips and legs tilted up in a mild inversion, tongue thrusting into her pussy and nose pressed to her clit—didn’t say anything, but her face went red. It was obvious this was not de rigueur for omegas who had to spend their heats in the hospital. After the nurse left the room, closing the door of the luxury VIP suite behind her, Ochako felt Katsuki’s mouth quirk up in a smile even as he continued to lick into her.
While the care wasn’t nearly as effective as being bred and knotted for days on end, Ochako had to admit that his method did lessen how she felt when she roused from her sedation. It softened her a little, seeing his dedication to make up for where he lacked. That previous sense of betrayal ebbed as she looked at him through a lens of redemption.
“Your scent is so obscured and I have to coax the slick from you. It’s okay this way. It’s safe this way,” he told her, running his tongue through the tender furrow of her sex. “I won’t leave you alone again. I promise.”
Ochako wasn’t sure whether he was trying to justify the way he was breaking his own rule to her… or to himself.
~ ~ ~
Ochako was lightly fingering the smooth slope of her collar when she asked Katsuki about his ruts, loving the feel of it. Like a sign of ownership. A reminder that whenever he fucked her that his urge to bite her was ever-present. He shrugged.
“I had them all the time when I was younger,” he said one night while they were curled up in an oversized leather armchair in his bedroom. Cradled in his lap, they took in the view from his penthouse, overlooking the city while it was caught in the grip of a typhoon, the rain coming down in heavy sheets. The alpha pressed a kiss to the crown of her head, pausing to inhale her scent. His chest rumbled in contentment as he drifted the backs of his fingers up and down one of her bare calves, the other drawn around her side to rest on the chubby flesh that spilled over the waistband of her sleep shorts.
Ochako nosed at the underside of his jaw. “Define ‘all the time’,” she said, even as she reveled in how Katsuki reinforced that her body was beautiful, soft, and perfect as it was with his words and touch and how he groaned when he fucked her.
Her alpha actually turned his face away, the tips of his ears a little pink. “Monthly.” He flashed her a cocky grin. “But now that I’m older, it’s usually just once a year.”
That made her sit up. “You’re joking.”
“I’m a were,” he said, as if that were all the explanation needed. And it sort of was. Alpha weres had almost supernatural sex drives, with rut cycles that were notoriously more frequent than omega heat cycles. At least, that’s what textbooks had always said. To hear it affirmed by a man who lived his life as one, it was almost as if she was watching a folktale walk off of a page before her eyes.
They had had the discussion—meaning, Ochako had pushed for the discussion—mostly so that Katsuki could try and scare her off any ideas she might have had of coaxing the beast out.
As far as she was concerned, it wasn’t off the table yet.
It wasn’t the moon or even ruts that triggered it, which the selfsame textbooks had claimed.
“Bare minimum research,” Katsuki scoffed. “That’s all it would have taken.”
He didn’t change often. In fact, he could count the times he had fully shifted in his life on one hand.
It was emotion. Intense emotion.
A good friend who died in a car accident during his first year of college. Walking in on the omega he’d asked to be his mate with not one, but two of his coworkers at the time. His father having a heart attack shortly after he and Katsuki had been in a terrible argument where he’d said some unforgivable things. (His father was fine, he assured a worried Ochako.)
“Gotta admit,” he’d said, “I’m glad she cheated. I was thinking with my knot, not with my brain. Found out after I ruined our apartment that she’d been dosing me with artificial pheromones. I didn’t know any better. I was young, dumb, and hung and I thought she was the one.” Katsuki had given Ochako a rueful look. “I trusted my dick instead of my nose every time I thought her scent didn’t seem to align properly.”
When she asked how many times he had partially changed, the number was even lower.
Apparently, Ochako was the only omega who had tempted the beast from its cage. When he’d changed in the past, it had been all or none. And that was what set Katsuki on edge about her.
It didn’t stop him, however, from being increasingly present before, during, and after her sedated heats. It didn’t stop her from seeing the growing tenderness in his gaze or the affectionate curl of his lips when she stroked her nails through the hair going grey at his temples. She wondered if he even remembered his own rules.
~ ~ ~
“Can I take it off yet?” Ochako desperately wanted to inch the blindfold up.
He had placed the black silk eye mask on her and informed her they were going somewhere special. Time off had been arranged with her work and her friends knew the location in advance for accountability, Katsuki explained.
First a town car, then a private plane where Katsuki had taken a great deal of delight in feeding her bites of perfectly ripe strawberries and thin slivers of dark and milk chocolate that melted on her tongue. He tilted flutes of fruity moscato to her lips until she felt warm and tipsy and cared just a little less at not getting to see most of the luxury surrounding her.
From the plane they had moved to yet another vehicle, some sort of SUV since Katsuki had needed to help her up into the passenger seat. All the while, the silk stayed on, except for when she had needed to use the restroom, which gave zero indication of their destination.
But, oh. If she ever had to use a cramped commode on a plane in coach ever again, she would positively weep from the memory of the bathroom on the jet that was bigger than the one in her first apartment. French milled soap with rich notes of honey and chamomile, warmed towels, tiled mosaic floor, and plenty of room to navigate between the toilet—with a bidet!—and the sink.
Katsuki was lucky she hadn’t spent the rest of the flight in there. Greed won out, however, when the alpha lured her back to the cabin with the promise of a special edition melon-flavored mochi, despite the condition that she would need to cover her eyes once more. The vehicle went around a bend and Katsuki gave a tch as if annoyed but then more fondly said, “Yeah, Cheeks, you can take it off now.”
She yanked it off in a flash, then promptly caught her breath.
They were surrounded by a dense pine forest with trees that soared above them on both sides of the smoothly grated dirt road they were on. Ahead of them, the rich tones of a huge wood cabin beckoned, with steps leading up to a wrap-around porch and floor-to-ceiling windows on either side of a dark green front door. There were at least three stone chimneys she could see along the roofline and Ochako thought she spied the extension of a big back deck before the road twisted again.
Mouth open, she turned to look at the smug alpha beside her whose hand had rested atop her thigh throughout the drive.
The destination was gorgeous, she couldn’t even begin to imagine what it looked like inside. Obscene luxury, most likely. But it was Katsuki she couldn’t take her eyes off of.
Wearing a cream-colored fisherman’s sweater, dark fitted denim, and low boots, he looked every inch the image of a man on his way to the wealthy person’s version of ‘roughing it’. His free hand draped over the top of the steering wheel, the pressure of the heel of his palm making slight adjustments to their course, and the effect was so masculine that Ochako caught her breath.
But the worst of it was the driving glasses. With his hair soft and unstyled, pushed back from his face, the rounded-edge rectangular lenses with the tortoiseshell frame put her in mind of a professor in his leisure time. He was self-conscious of his need to wear glasses when driving but it lit a special horny flame within her.
If she were the kind of omega who could give head, she’d have been sucking him the entire way here, blindfold or no.
“What do you think?” he asked, rolling them to a slow stop. He finally turned to look at her as he unclipped his seatbelt. The full frontal assault of his attractiveness was grossly unfair, and when she didn’t say anything, a dark blond brow lofted up above the rim of his glasses.
Now that was one horny step too far.
Ochako inhaled, unbuckled herself, and did her best to leap from the vehicle. Fresh air. Yes, she needed some fresh air. The anticipation from hours of travel and building the suspense had her keyed up, that was all.
But Katsuki was there almost as soon as her feet hit the ground. He crowded her back against the closed passenger door, hands planted above and to the side of her head as he loomed over her.
“You know how I love it when you run from me, Omega.”
She did. She really, really did. And the pooling desire between her legs spoke louder than words how she loved it, too.
The rumble in his chest made her instincts come rushing forward, somewhere between the need to rub herself all along the length of him and arch her neck back in a show of submission. Instead, she reached out and sank her fingers into the criminally soft vicuña wool of his sweater.
His nose dipped down and settled behind her ear, making her lower belly clench in immediate need. “You smell even better out here, with no city smells to pollute or dilute you.” The heat of his breath danced along her skin and he dragged a slow lick across the surface of her collar which hid her scent gland.
Ochako trembled and abandoned his sweater to grasp at his belt loops.
“Katsuki,” she whispered. “I need—” He shushed her and drew her close. “I know. But wait just a little longer, okay? You can do that for me, right, Omega?”
If Ochako hadn’t felt the firm length of his arousal between them, she might have answered in the negative. But if they were both left equally wanting, then she might be able to hold out. Maybe.
There were no guarantees she wouldn’t jump him if the situation called for it.
She let her forehead fall into the center of his chest, giving a muffled ‘okay’ into his sweater. Katsuki pressed a kiss to the top of her head and stepped back, out of her arms. Omega pride suffused her when she noticed his choppy breaths and how his pupils had expanded, filling his beautiful vermillion gaze with inky want.
He set his hands on her shoulders and bodily turned her. “Go take a look. I’ll follow with the bags.” When she failed to immediately comply, he gave a sharp playful swat to her bottom.
She reached back where he’d given her the smack, though it didn’t hurt, and said over her shoulder, “Alright, I’m going.” Under her breath she added, “Pushy alpha.”
Katsuki paused at the back of the SUV’s lift gate. “Wanna say that again?”
Ochako made like a bird and got the flock out of the driveway and up the beautifully hewn steps to the front door, which slid open, unlocked, when she turned the knob.
The inside was… palatial.
Largely an open floor plan, some rooms were divided by stone walls with doorways that were easily three times her height and nearly as wide. The ceilings of knotted pine planks and raw-edged beams soared even higher, filling the space with air and light. One of the fireplaces was double-sided, one side facing an entertaining area with rustic leather furniture that had a view of snow-capped mountains through huge windows. The other side faced a dining space that could host a large number of people.
This was way too much space for two people. And yet she loved it. Loved the privacy and intimacy and quiet of it, despite it being a sprawling example of having too-much money.
Ochako could admit it, she had gotten used to her alpha spoiling her. Not that she needed much in the first place. With her black fleece leggings, mid-calf sheepskin boots, black long-sleeved shirt sporting Sailor Moon in her signature pose, and a red and black gingham wood scarf—no, nothing she wore matched, thankyouverymuch—she couldn’t imagine being much more comfortable. Unless Katsuki was settling his warm body atop hers and notching his big cock right inside her dripping entrance…
Accepting the fact that her brain needed to go to horny jail, Ochako let herself drift from one opulent room to the next until she made her way onto the back deck. Although the size of it was proportionate to the rest of the massive cabin, it was the view of a large lake that made her feel like she had entered some otherworldly place. The water was perfectly still and the reflection of the mountain range on the surface of the water was so clear it could have been a picture.
Birds called. Pine needles shushed in the push-pull of the breeze. The chilly air made her feel awake and alive.
Outside. She definitely liked the outside here the best. There was something wild and welcoming that made her feel so at ease, so in tune with her nature. It made her sigh happily.
Then she promptly startled when arms slid around her from behind.
Katsuki peppered kisses up one side of her collared neck and down the other. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to startle you.”
She hummed and laid her arms atop his as if by doing so she ensured that they would always be together. Because that was what she wanted.
He was it for her. Despite having never spent a true heat together, despite the possibility that they might never spend a true heat—or eventual rut—together.
He had proven he would take care of her in his own way. He was open and vulnerable and honest—sometimes brutally so, sometimes like a cantankerous codger set in his ways—and except for her continuous disasters in his restaurant-grade kitchen, accepted her and all of her flaws. And he never once made her feel inadequate, sexually, physically, or mentally.
Katsuki was worth the loss of unmedicated heats.
They stood quietly on the deck until she turned in his hold and they began to sway to the music of the nature surrounding them. When the shuffle of their feet came to an eventual stop, Ochako thought she felt Katsuki tense momentarily before he bent to press a chaste but firm kiss to her lips. Then he took her hands in his and kissed her tender palms as well.
His eyes opened to meet her wide gaze. “Happy one-year anniversary.”
Ochako’s mind paused, calculated, and then she blinked. “Oh my gosh. Has it really—” She was between her third and fourth heat since meeting Katsuki, which definitely put them at the year mark. “Wow.”
“I know. A year of you putting up with an old man like me.”
“Fishing for compliments, are we, grandpa?” she asked. He hoisted her up and over his broad shoulder in a blink. “Grandpa, am I?” He gave her ass a smack, sharper than the one she’d gotten in the driveway. “I guess we can switch to mushy peas and crackers instead of what I had planned for dinner. Considering my advanced age.”
Ochako’s reach wasn’t long enough to spank him back so instead she lifted his sweater and laid her cold hands flat against his skin. He yelped and she squeaked with answering laughter until she was upended and flopping onto a deep-set couch, Katsuki crawling down over her.
“Think you’re pretty clever, don’t you, Omega?”
“I know I am.”
Katsuki hummed. When he lowered his hips between her legs, she felt how his cock aligned perfectly with her, despite the clothing between them. “You’re so sassy today. I can’t imagine why,” he said with an indulgent roll against her.
The simple sensation made Ochako arch beneath him. “Please, Katsuki.”
He nipped her chin and rocked into her again until they both moaned. “You want it?” he whispered into her ear. “Right here?”
“Alpha, yes! Need you.”
His tongue slid into her mouth and she opened to him, ready to hear his claws tearing her clothes open or feel him shoving her knees up and back to fuck her hard and deep. “I love how pretty you beg for me, Omega.”
Slick was wetting her underwear and it felt like she was hot enough to melt inside. She needed him, needed his cock, needed the feeling of him carving deep.
He shook his head, sweat beading along his temple. “I’ll never get over how good you smell.” He continued to grind against her. “It’s like getting hit with your scent for the first time all over again. All that exists is you. You make me drunk. I would have brought you here ages ago, if I’d known…”
Katsuki was babbling and thrusting, one of his big hands slipping beneath her top to slide up her soft side and cup her breast from below.
“So empty,” Ochako whined. She wrapped her legs around the backs of his thighs. “Fill me, Katsuki. Fill me up until you’re dripping out of me.”
A hoarse growl was buried against her protected neck, sending skitters of sensation down her spine. Then Katuksi pushed up and carefully unwound her legs. “Dinner first. I swear it will be worth it, baby. No, no, don’t cry.” He kissed at the frustrated tears that slid from the corners of her eyes into her hairline.
The loss of him, of his weight, on her made her feel like he was a hundred miles away. “Why?” She gripped his sweater.
He kissed her nose, kissed her eyelids, stroked his palms up and down her arms and sides and as much of her legs as he could reach. “I’ve got plans.”
~ ~ ~
Plans, as it turned out, was Katsuki making a three-course meal comprising some of her favorite dishes. He got started on the chocolate mousse and whipped cream first so that they could be put away to chill.
The large portobello mushroom caps came out next, which he cleaned and flipped upside down to brush a generous amount of fresh butter he’d had expedited from a dairy farm in Hokkaido the day before .
Sitting on the counter in a rather cream-colored ribbed sweater dress with a cowl neck, still wearing her cozy sheepskin boots, and sipping on more of the same moscato she had enjoyed so much on the plane, Ochako watched Katsuki set out his knife kit in a precise line beside her before sprinkling salt and garlic on the mushrooms. He finished them off by grating extra-sharp aged cheddar to mound in the centers where it would then melt outwards and bubble over the sides. Finally, he popped the pan in the oven, set the timer, and moved to dig into the fridge for the main dish ingredients.
The sleeves of his sweater were pushed back to his elbows and he had donned a kitchen apron that said Great Explosion Murder God in obnoxious colors and fonts, little explosions embellishing the corners of the design.
When she caught his eye as he was washing his hands, he laughed. “Got drunk in college and through a series of events wound up with the nickname. You’ll have to ask my friends for the story. They love to tell it.”
“Mina?” she asked.
“Or Denki.” He rolled his eyes. “You will get a physical reenactment from either of them, to my everlasting shame.”
More things to know and learn about him. The promise of it was exciting and made Ochako’s heart flutter.
Soon, a bowl of fresh spinach had been tossed in a raspberry vinaigrette with more of the delicious strawberries she’d had earlier, toasted pecans, and feta cheese. The mushrooms came out of the oven to cool and the salad was tucked into the refrigerator. When Katsuki next pulled out a glass storage container with steaks that had been marinated in teriyaki sauce, lemon pepper, garlic, and lemons, Ochako could no longer hold back.
“I love you.”
Katsuki stopped so abruptly it was like she had pressed Pause on him in real life. His wide eyes met hers and the red was rapidly eclipsed by the encompassing black of his irises. It was only three steps from the steaks to her and he crowded her back against the cabinets as he stepped between her legs, caging her with his forearms on either side of her head.
He shut his eyes slowly and dropped his head. “You shouldn’t.”
She slid a hand up and into his hair, setting the other on the white quartz surface she sat on. “But I do.”
Harsh breaths filled the space between them, her alpha’s chest like a bellows while she petted him and tried to scoot closer to the edge. Her eyes cast to the side when she heard a scrape and noticed Katsuki’s claws had elongated.
The beast was prowling beneath the surface.
In front of her, the alpha shuddered and dipped his head lower as though in lament. “Say it again.”
“I love you.”
The scraping continued. “Again.”
Ochako smiled. Silly man, she’d say it as many times as he needed to hear it. “I lo—ouch!”
She popped her finger in her mouth to suck at where she’d nicked her finger on one of the nearby knives. Examining it with her tongue, it didn’t feel like anything more than a paper cut, so she withdrew it to look it over. It wasn’t bad but the blood was still beading there a little—
Katsuki caught her wrist and drew her finger into his mouth, moaning when her blood touched his tongue. She had expected him to scold her the way he usually did when she did something stupid in the kitchen, maybe haul her down and drag her over to the sink to wash her hands while he dug the first aid kit out.
But he kept sucking, tongue wrapping around the digit, and slick flooded her as her body bloomed with heat.
Like… a lot of heat. She went dizzy from how hard it hit her, mind devolving into a single needy mantra.
Breed me. Breed me. Breedmebreedmebreedmebreedmebr—
An inhuman sound left Katsuki’s throat and he threw himself away from her, crouching down as though that would keep an animal locked inside him. “Keys!” he barked.
Ochako slid off the counter, dazed and on fire. Her underwear was soaked and the inside of her upper thighs gave a soft wet glide of sound.
“Keys!” Katsuki yelled this time. “Get out, Ochako, I can’t—” His body wrenched up and back, growing, expanding, trembling with the onslaught of the transformation he was fighting.
Instinct told her what she needed to know as his clothes ripped apart and fur exploded across every surface of his skin. His face elongated into something feral and canine as he looked down on her from what was nearly twice her height. Furred hands that, individually, could span the breadth of her body were topped with wicked claws that looked like they could rend stone.
Ochako backed up slowly toward the front door. She backed up past the keys and there was a desperate look in the were’s eyes.
“Go. Don’t… want… hu-rrrt.” He pounded his hands down and sank his claws beneath the now-broken quartz countertop and into the bones of the cabinetry. “D-riiiive fffar.”
Her back was to the door now as she turned the knob behind her, noting the bright light of a waxing gibbous moon had replaced that of the sun.
She licked her thumb and forefinger, then reached behind her for the release of the collar. It gave a quiet click that Katsuki heard because those wolfish ears swiveled her way. His black gaze followed, a slave to Ochako’s call, and she pulled the collar off.
“I love you,” she said, before dropping the protection she no longer wanted or needed at the doorway… and bolting.
Ochako made it to the nearby tree line before a haunting howl reverberated in the air around her. The forest went silent, immediately mindful of an apex predator, and Ochako pumped her arms and legs, running faster, thankful for the casual couch-to-5K she had been doing.
But omega endorphins were flooding her, giving her wings to sweeten the chase that every one of her kind longed for. She leapt over fallen trees growing moss and small fungi, darted around monolithic rocks, ducked under low-hanging branches, avoided the shimmering surfaces of streams where they were too wide to cross.
The sense of being stalked, of being hunted, zapped up and down her spine, and made her teeth rattle. She couldn’t be quiet as she ran from him like this, so she knew she was easy prey. Not that she would stop; she couldn’t. There was so much on the line. She—
Another eerie howl made the air tremble once more and Ochako dared a look back over her shoulder after making sure she wouldn’t run into or trip over anything. In an instant, she caught what she was running from and felt electrifying, arousing fear explode in her veins.
He was only a few hundred yards behind her and he was shoving trees aside, uprooting them, his claws tearing strips out of the bigger ones with his claws as he tore after her. Moonlight dappled him between the boughs of the pines and it was a living nightmare that pursued her. A mouth of gleaming fangs hung open, drooling, snarling. Ravenous.
But the threat wasn’t in the towering height or the chest wider than a doorway or even the sharp tips of teeth or claws.
It was in the huge red cock that extended up from the glossy fur between his legs, a slight wet sheen coating the monstrous length as it bumped against his belly while he ran. His body was hunched forward, powerful hind legs propelling him toward her with alarming speed.
Ochako broke into a clearing, a meadow of grass and night-blooming flowers that looked cast in silver under the light of the moon. It had a gentle decline toward a rocky beach, and then the dark lake beyond. She swerved toward the lake but she didn’t make it more than a half dozen steps.
Katsuki bowled into her, clasping her to his beastly body as he twisted to land on his back. The landing tore up grass and exposed rich moist soil, filling the air with the scent of upturned earth. Breath was sawing from Ochako’s lungs and her heart felt like it was going to drum its way right out of her chest.
The world rotated around her and her back was pressed into undisturbed grass while the mighty frame of the were was a silhouette that blocked out the moonlight.
She was wet. Gods, she was so wet. It was all down her legs, it had soaked into her boots, it coated parts of her dress from the waist down. The tight points of her nipples and the swollen ache of her breasts felt like a punishment as fever raged through her.
No, no. She was between heats. She wasn’t due for at least another two to three months!
And yet the undeniable proof was there in the feeling of gaping emptiness and the desperation to be fucked and owned and bred.
A careful claw, long as one of her fingers, slid beneath the skirt of her dress and sliced through the unresisting fabric until she was bared in only her underthings. Katsuki’s low growl kept her still as he worked with precision until there was nothing between her and the night air, dewy grass tickling and cold at her back.
There wasn’t any warning after that. One monstrous hand slid beneath her to span the width of her thick hips while the other wrapped entirely around her upper leg to spread her open beneath that hot, black gaze.
The exhales from his snout puffed against her lower belly before he opened his jaws impossibly wide and drove a long canine tongue into her cunt.
Ochako’s body seized with a thrill of being filled in such a way. The wriggling sensation of the long muscle mapping her insides and tasting everything she offered up to him was indescribable. An element of danger threaded through the act because if she moved her hips at all, his fangs were close enough to indent her skin. If he wanted, he could swallow her whole.
“Alpha, yes—more! I love how you fuck me with your tongue!”
Drool and slick drenched her center and Ochako keened when the were tugged his tongue out, dragged it from the crease of her bottom up to catch on her clit, and then licked back into her depths. Somehow he managed to curl it inside her and relentlessly focused on the front wall in a spot that he knew made her see stars.
Her release spilled liquid and hot into his mouth but he kept at it until she was boneless and sobbing. When he withdrew, he pulled his jaws away from between her legs and licked over her stomach and up to her breasts, her nipples catching on the mildly textured tongue. He left her wet with saliva and panting for more but trailed the wet path higher still until his nose blew hard against her scent gland.
She arched her neck to him.
When his tongue swiped her gland, Ochako was hit with a release from nowhere. Blindly, she reached up to sink her fingers in the fur covering his belly, hips thrusting up, seeking, seeking. The broad tip of his canine cock slid across her sex and she wanted to reach down and angle him inside her but her mind was scrambled as her alpha continued to lap at her gland.
“I love you. I’m yours,” she whined into his fur. “Alpha, please, I need you inside me.”
He shifted all around her and immediately she felt warmed in the cold night air, surrounded by his huge body. His forelegs dug into the earth on either side of her shoulders and Ochako could hear how he was doing the same with his hind legs. For a moment, he stopped licking and she tried to get enough of her bearings to settle his monstrous cock at the entrance to her body.
“M-Ma—” The were shook his head and Ochako realized he was trying to talk. He growled in frustration but when she found his eyes, she noticed that the red was coming back. “Maaate.”
She nodded in encouragement, lifting and spreading her legs as wide as she could. “Yes, mate me. I'm ready for you, I promise I am, Alpha.”
The big shaggy head shook again. “Nnnoo,” came his low howl. “Miine. Myyy mmate.”
Oh.
Her heart and mind and soul and body flooded with a need, now and always, for him. Only him.
Ochako let go of the fur on his chest and raised her arms up higher to take hold on either side of his deadly jaws. “I am yours, and you are mine, Katsuki. My mate.”
The resulting rumble of approval heralded the initial thrust he made into her body. Ochako saw stars at the invasion of his cock. Only his head had managed to wedge inside of her and—looking down at what remained—she should have wondered at the logistics because this did not look anatomically possible.
But those were concerns for someone who wasn’t Ochako, who wasn’t swept up in a sudden-onset heat, who wasn’t in a relationship with a man who could shift into—and planned to fuck her as—a werewolf, and who wasn’t sure that her body would do anything to let her mate take her any way he wanted.
Ochako curled her hands over the bend in his elbow, feeling the tension of the muscles and tendons there, and tilted her neck once more. “Don’t stop, you’ll make it fit. Fill me up, Alpha. Claim me.”
Katsuki’s shaggy head lowered once more and his hips began to move, shoving his impossible length and girth in and out, her slick lubricating him a little more with each dip inside her. The further he descended, the more her body relented, and he surged in unexpectedly when he began to lap at her scent gland once more.
Her pussy clamped down on him so tight that she could feel the raised veins along his cock, winding this way and that like inset tentacles. When he pulled back so that he could thrust in once more, the act almost dragged her with him but she held onto the inside of his elbows. The next undulation of his hindquarters hit her deep and she felt him crush the end of her pussy, pushing harder, needing her to take him deeper.
And she was in heat, wasn’t she? She could.
Ochako rolled her head and peppered kisses along Katsuki’s big furry canine jaw until he paused his attention on her gland to look at her. “I need you deeper,” she whispered, knowing he would hear her with the twitch of his ears.
His lip pulled back in a snarl as he worked for the words. “Breed maaate?” She nodded and he flicked his tongue into her mouth, almost as a tease, but the animal nature of it had her opening wider for more of it. He remained mindful of her not being to have anything near the back of her throat but his tongue was busy curling around hers and rubbing along the roof of her mouth with surprising dexterity. The kiss seemed destined to get as messy as the slick between her thighs but Katsuki gave her one last wet, savoring stroke before he reared up.
When he pulled free of her entirely, she scrambled in desperation to get him back inside. But where she would have climbed right up onto his lap, he turned her so that she would sink back against his furred chest. Even with his bestial legs, Katsuki managed to kneel on the ground, obliging Ochako to stand on her knees. One of his massive paws snuck around her front to clasp her back against him, spanning the width of her rib cage and tucked right up under her aching breasts. When he moved his thumb up and down, the pad brushed one nipple while the blunted edge of his claw scraped over the other.
The sheer size of him kept her constantly reevaluating her body and how they fit together. Katsuki didn’t give her any more time to dwell on it.
His free hand guided his daunting cock back against her dripping pussy and then he simply began to press her down. And down. And down.
It was as if he was reaching depths she didn’t even know she had. He dragged her up, her insides clinging to him, and then he shoved her down a little harder. Carefully but inexorably, Ochako felt like she had been turned into a pretty little fleshlight for him. He used her, sometimes varying the speed with which he pumped her up and down his cock, but always stopping at the end and just letting her sit there, impaled upon him.
Between the way her body could adapt during her heat and gravity, Ochako knew that Katsuki knew that he would get what he wanted from her.
His breath steamed in the night air. “Taaake… allllll.”
And as if her body had simply been waiting for him to tell her to do so, she felt it. She was opening up, his cock nudging insistently into the slowly widening space.
Katsuki’s patience, however, was through. With one hand still banded across her ribs, he pressed the palm of his other hand against her belly and directed his fingers down between her legs, spreading her around his invading erection. When the head of his cock shoved through that deeper opening within her body, Ochako’s back bowed with her own howl at the blinding sensation and Katsuki tossed his head back at the moon to echo her.
The size of him as he rearranged her insides to fit him, and only him, made her belly bulge, and when he exerted pressure with his palm, the sensation was incomprehensible. Her arms flailed in response and Katsuki ducked his shaggy head until she reached up and around with one arm to anchor her hand in the fur behind his brow. The other dropped to lay atop his hand between her legs, keeping her spread wide.
Her alpha’s exhales released as snarls and Ochako’s toes curled at the sound. The ground below them was soaked with her slick, her hands and knees were damp with soil and bits of grass, and she didn’t give a good goddamn.
“Good, ‘mega,” her werewolf growled, giving a sharp thrust that had her seeing stars. “Taaaking… me… deep.” His grip on her rib cage tightened fractionally. “Wet… cunnnt. Forrr me.”
“Yours!” she shouted when she felt the curve of the top of Katsuki’s knot touch the lips of her sex.
“You… take… knnnot—mnnnh—breed… you.”
Oh god oh god oh god. Ochako made an effort to relax, even in her state of mindlessness, and let Katsuki’s hold and gravity have their way with her again.
Heartbeat by heartbeat, she was spread wider and wider as Katsuki pushed, twisting her a little back and forth to help saturate his knot with her slick and ease his passage. There was nothing easy about taking something this massive into her body but she had been made for this. Made for him.
Ochako screamed when the entirety of him bottomed out, the head of his cock wedged as snugly in her depths as his knot was just inside her entrance. When Katsuki clamped careful teeth over her shoulder to hold her in place, Ochako’s world went into blazing white cartwheels of release, endless loops of screaming pleasure that she couldn’t stop.
The jaws on her shoulder released and Ochako was micro-pumped along his shaft, seeking his own end. He found it in the hot pulsing jets of cum that he flooded her with, roaring into the night, proclaiming his ownership of her. She could actually feel the seed gathering in his cock in great pulsing heaves before it spilled out and into her.
Rolling her head back against his fur, she whimpered happily. “Alpha is so good to me. I’m so warm and filled to the brim. I love you. I love you I love you I love you.”
More babbling rolled off her lips while Katsuki’s throat rumbled near her ear. His occasional minute thrust let her know that he was still locked in the throes of ongoing release, as well.
There was no way of knowing how much time passed. Ochako had wanted to doze off but with her body accommodating a monster on all sides, the feat proved impossible. The sky was still black as pitch and Ochako wasn’t wearing a watch. And she was pretty sure that the links on his watch had all simply popped apart, raining down throughout the kitchen, when he had transformed. It could be minutes or hours. But Ochako was ready for the forgiving surface of a mattress and mounds of pillows.
Communicating that to Katsuki who had resumed gently lapping at her scent glands once more was easier said than done. When she finally lamented the lack of a nice, warm nest for them to mate and cuddle in, he finally listened. Since he didn’t appear to be softening inside her any time soon, Katsuki held her close and rolled to standing, keeping her planted on his cock as he walked them back to the cabin.
~ ~ ~
After returning to the cabin, he promptly took her into the master bathroom for a shower. Katsuki needed to duck and turn to get through the doorway but the shower itself had plenty of room for him to stand tall. As it was, he had settled onto the tiled bench seat and massaged mild, sweet-smelling soap all over them both while the last few waves of his own release finally ebbed.
Ochako was beyond thankful that they were in the shower when his knot released her and a combination of slick and cum poured from her. Mating was messy, as he’d said the first time they’d had sex.
With the gradual softening of Katsuki’s cock came his reversion to a human form. Naked and trembling, he clung to her under the rainfall shower until their fingers began to prune. Sensing Katsuki’s vulnerability, she quietly led him from the bathroom and gathered warmed towels before drying him off in careful, thorough swipes of luxurious Turkish cotton.
Crooning and petting him, she nudged him into their bed until he was supine, watching her with a lambent crimson gaze while she was driven by the sudden overwhelming urge to build up the pillows and blankets surrounding them. Despite the surfeit of bedding accoutrements already covering the surface, Ochako itched for more. But when she made to climb off the bed in search of a linen closet, Katsuki leaned up and dragged her down onto his chest.
“It’s a good nest, Omega. You did so good.” He helped her spread her legs across his torso, already smearing slick over his skin, so that he could nose at her gland. “Never dreamed of someone like you.”
Ochako’s eyes rolled back. “I don’t want any other alpha. I meant it, Katsuki. You’re mine.” She angled slightly up despite the man’s reluctance to part from her neck. When she slid her hands up and into his hair, his chest rumbled beneath her.
“I love you, too,” he whispered, eyes wide, hands finding her hips as his renewed erection began to rock behind her. “You can’t know how much.”
Rolling them, Ochako tugged his weight further onto her and turned her face. “Then bite me. Make me yours. For always.”
His cock surged into her between breaths and they gasped in tandem at how perfectly they fit together.
“For always,” Katsuki echoed. He licked her gland, scraped his teeth as though to prep the spot, then clamped down.
The skin broke beneath his bite and Ochako broke beneath him in a fire of release that burned its way through her bones. The rightness of it felt like destiny. Like neither time nor power in the universe could have kept them apart.
He fucked her, drawing against her skin, bit deeper, moaned as her blood spilled over his tongue the way her slick spilled over his cock. Only briefly, he released her neck, then he nudged her head to the other side and sank his teeth into her other gland.
It wasn’t typical, to be marked on both sides, but Ochako was glad he was doing so. Nobody who looked at her would dare to question his ownership or her devotion to her alpha. But it was her turn to also buck convention.
Thrusting her hips up so that Katsuki’s knot locked inside her once more, she bent her own head as her alpha released her and sank her own small fangs into his gland. The result was hot jets of cum painting her insides, his knot swelling to an impossible circumference inside of her, as if his beast had resurfaced but only in his cock.
He pried her insides open with ease and sank past the end of her pussy into a place that would only ever be his. Some day, he would plant his pups directly into her womb where he was currently cramming himself into.
But as Ochako made Katsuki turn his head to place her mark on the other side of his neck the way he’d done to hers, that was far from her mind.
As he throbbed and expanded in her depths, the ripples of more seed flowing into her, it was just them and his whispered words in the scant space between them.
“I love you,” he said once more. And with that, Bakugou Katsuki had broken all of his rules.