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For months now you had kept your cool. You ignored every remark, threat and daggers sent to random guys that would come up to you while Fez was there (which was most of the time.) At first, you had thought it was just him being protective because he cares about you. But then you started to pick up on little hints that it was more than that. You noticed the way his fists would clench so hard at his sides or on the counter when another guy would complement you, that his knuckles would turn white. You noticed the way his jaw would tense when another guy would touch your hand or arm, or any sort of physical touch. You noticed the way he would stop whatever he was doing to come over and tell them to 'fuck off' or to go away and leave you alone. But every time you would ask if he was jealous he would deny it and walk away as if nothing had happened. You gave him so many chances to admit if he had feelings for you or if he was jealous in any way, praying and hoping he would just say he felt the same way. But he wouldn't, and it pissed you off.

The final straw was when you were really getting along with some guy named Alex at a party. Fez was sitting on the couch, waiting for his regulars when he noticed something that made his blood boil. You had your head thrown back laughing as Alex had his mouth near your ear talking about something, his hand rubbing up and down your side and dangerously close to your ass. He saw red when Alex started to kiss your neck lightly and his hand groped your ass. Fez had stormed over and punched Alex right in the face. He had jumped on top of the guy and beat him a few times until he felt two pairs of arms pull him off. You stood there shocked, watching as a friend of Alex's pulled him off the floor. You were the one to see red now, you scanned the room for the ginger. But he was gone, Ashtray too. That was it for you.

You stood outside of Fez's home at 2am pissed, banging on the door as hard as you could. The door finally opened, Ash standing there rubbing his eyes. "The fuck y/n?!" He yelled angrily, you didn't care though, storming past the boy. You stormed your way to Fez's bedroom, not caring that you've probably woken the whole house up. You yanked his door open and slammed it shut behind you. Fez was sitting on his bed, leaning against the headboard as he smoked a joint. He looked at you unphased, expecting you. "I figured you was comin' at some point." He placed his joint in the ashtray, sitting on the edge of the bed to face you. "The fuck was that shit you just pulled Fez?! You had no right to do what you did!" You yelled, more pissed at his calm demeanour.

"The fuck I didn', you deserve better." He grumbled, looking away from you. You stormed towards him, standing closer. "That's it! I've had it with you interfering in my love life. You don't want me so why stop every. single. guy. that is interested in me hmm?! God Fez, I am so fed up with this bullshit and have let it slip far too long!" You screamed, frustrated beyond belief. If he didn't want you then why couldn't he leave you to be happy with someone else? It hurt. Fez stood up, an angry look on his face. "Because none of them guys deserve you! I know they type!" It was his turn to yell now, but you weren't having it. "So what?! Why do you get to decide that hmm?" Your finger jabbed at his chest, "You aren't my boyfriend so why do you have the right to decide who I end up with?! You know what? Fuck this!" Tears welled up in your eyes, you refused to show how much he'd upset you.

Just as you reached the door, opening it slightly, it slammed shut with a force. Your forehead leaned against the door, Fez's body against your back and his arms on either side caging you in. "Because 'm fucking in love wit' you, have been since the day I met you!" He screamed into the back of your head. You spun around angry, "Why didn't you just bloody tell me?! I have asked you so many times and hinted, yet you refuse to tell me! How is that fair?!" Tears were streaming down your face, hurt evident on your face. His features softened, his thumb wiping away the tears that fell. His forehead placed against yours, he closed his eyes to keep the tears from escaping. He hated himself for hurting you for so long, he was just so fucking scared he would lose you. "Because I was worried I would lose you. I ain' think you felt the same." He whispered, opening his eyes to look at you.

You looked up to meet his eyes, "Fuck Fez, how could I not? I've been in love with you for a year." You laughed, placing your hand on his cheek. "I'm so sorry for how I been actin', 'm a idiot. Can you forgive me?" He asked, placing his hand on your cheek also. You smiled, you never could stay mad at him for long. "Of course, I can forgive you." You whispered, smiling at him. "Can I kiss you?" He asked softly, his eyes flickering to your lips. You bit your lip nodded, leaning closer to his face as he bent down to meet you halfway. The second his lips touched yours, you both moaned in pleasure. It was more than you had expected, you'd imagine what it would be like if he'd actually kissed you but this topped your expectations. Your lips moved perfectly in sync like they were made for each other. His lips were rough but also soft, they made you feel euphoric.

The kiss quickly turned heated, Fez's hands hooking under your legs to lift you up. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist, your back hitting the door. You gasp at the contact, giving him the perfect opportunity to enter his tongue into your mouth. Your hands wrap around the back of his neck, a moan escaping your mouth. Your head flew back against the wood, Fez's lips flying to your neck. His mouth was a wonderful attack against the skin, bringing you pleasure in its path. Your head was spinning, the fact that this was really happening with Fez right now amazed you. You felt like you were on cloud nine.

"You wanna stop?" He asked breathless, both your breathing erratic. You shook your head, "Never." His right hand carefully unzipped your dress, the material pooling at your feet. His eyes not moving from yours the whole time, making your thighs squeeze together in anticipation of what was to come. You were left standing in your strapless bra and panties. He joined you in removing his clothing, stood in only his boxers. His hands guided you carefully backwards until your knees hit the edge of the bed, your body falling onto the duvet gently. He lay on top of you, his lips once again on yours as his hands explored your body like his life depended on it.

His lips made their way down your body, leaving a trail of burning pleasure in its path until he reaches exactly where you want him. He grabs your panties and looks at you for permission, you nodded your head. As soon as you were exposed to him, your initial reaction was to close your legs to cover yourself but you were stopped by a strong pair of arms. "Don' cover yourself, your fuckin' beautiful." He whispered, not taking his eyes from your core. You blushed, never being told this by any of your other boyfriends before. Gaining some confidence, you opened your legs fully and removed your bra, fully on display for him. His breath caught in his throat, as he freely roamed his eyes over your whole body for a good minute.

You noticed the bulge in his boxers increase, letting you know he liked what he saw. He groaned in approval and locked eyes with you as he lowered himself to your core, his mouth wrapping around your clit slowly. You gasped in surprise, your back arching slightly. You threw your hand over your mouth to quiet the moans that wanted to escape desperately. Your body writhed back and forth, his tongue expertly licking and sucking at your clit to perfection. "Fuck Fez it feels so good." You moaned, your mouth formed a permanent 'O' as your hands gripped the sheets beneath you. You couldn't control yourself as your hips rocked into his mouth further, the pleasure too much. Suddenly, one of his fingers entered you, causing a loud moan to leave your mouth. A second one followed quickly after. "Shh baby, keep quiet." He whispered against your core, a smirk present. Bastard. "Fuck." You whispered, your breathing increasing as you felt the knot beginning to form in your stomach.

His fingers pumped in and out of you at a steady pace, your wetness evident as the noises filled the room. "I'm close." You moaned quietly, your eyes rolling into the back of your head. Fez quickened both his fingers and mouth, curling his fingers to hit your sweet spot. Your orgasm followed quickly, throwing your hand over your mouth to drown out the animalistic noises that escaped. Fez worked you through your orgasm until you were sensitive, leaving a small kiss once he was done. You breathed out a huff, "wow." That was the most pleasure you'd ever felt before and that was only from oral. You wanted to return the favour, so you pulled him up. He allowed you to direct him, pushing him down onto his back and you kneeling between his legs. You leaned down and kissed him passionately, tasting yourself on his mouth, "Let me." You whispered against his lips, making your way downwards. You left a trail of kissing, sucking slightly every now and again. Small groans leaving him as you did.

You pulled down his boxers, Fez lifting his hips to help you do so. He sprung free, he was bigger than you thought. You immediately take his already cock into your hands and pump a few times, testing the waters. He groans a little loud and throws his head back. You leaned down and take just the tip into your mouth, teasing him. You bob your head slowly, not even taking half of him. "Don' tease ma." He groaned, his teeth gritted. You smirked and decided that you'd teased him enough. You took as much of him into your mouth as you could, extending your tongue to lick the vein on the underside of his cock. "Fuck!" He moaned, his hand grabbing your hair into a makeshift ponytail, so he could see all of you taking him in your mouth.

You gagged, deepthroating him, bobbing your head as you did. You used your hand to hand to pump what you couldn't take in your mouth, stimulating him further. Fez used your head to help guide you, his hips bucking up to meet your mouth. He was fucking your mouth, not roughly, and you were enjoying it. It turned you on further. It wasn't long before you could feel him tensing beneath you, his cock becoming harder and stiffer. His thrusts became rougher, tears running down your cheeks in pleasure. "Aghh!" With one final thrust, he came, spilling his seed into your mouth. You swallowed all of him, releasing his cock. You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand and used the other to wipe away your tears. "I wasn' too rough was I?" He questioned, grabbing your face to look at him. You smiled, "Not at all, I enjoyed it." You kissed him, moaning as his tongue dipped into your mouth.

Fez grabbed hold of you and pushed you softly down onto the bed, "You still sure?" he looked for approval still, stilling at your entrance. Consent ladies and gents! "Fuck me please, Fez." You begged, needing him inside you. That was all he needed before entering you. Once fully in, he waited for you to adjust to him. He moved once you nodded, your hands wrapping around his shoulders for support. "Waited so long fo' you to say those words." Fez groaned into your ear, burying his head into the crook of your neck. You let out breathless moans, being as quiet as you could, your head thrown back and your legs wrapped around his waist. The only sounds heard were the delicious slapping of skin against skin, both of your quiet moans mixing together, and loud breathing.

Fez lifted his head to lean his forehead against yours, "Be mine ma." His eyes looking directly into yours, an intensity about them. You whimpered, "Fuck yes." His hips pick up their pace, his cock roughly sliding in and out of you. You both could feel your orgasms nearing, his lips slamming onto yours. Your nails dug further into his back, probably leaving marks in their way. Fez's lips attacked your neck, sucking, guaranteed leaving marks also. You both were marking each other as your own, your eyes locking together. You both came hard, moaning a little louder than you both intended. Fez continued to rock his hips into yours, riding out both your highs. He collapsed on top of you, sweat sheening on both your skin under the glow of his bedside lamp. Fez pulled out of you, putting on a pair of boxers. He made his way to the bathroom as quiet as he could, not that it probably mattered anymore. Probably woke up the whole house anyway. You giggled to yourself, Fez returning with a hand towel in his hands. He closed the door behind him and cleaned you up. You thanked him and went to the toilet, properly sorting yourself out.

Khadijah held up her mocha brown wrist to the attendant as she stood beside her friend. Wrapped around her dainty wrist was a yellow wristband noting her designation as an Omega. It also gave her access to the garden venue just through the wrought iron gates behind the attendant. Khadijah’s friend was a Beta with a slim build and cognac brown skin. They were attending the wedding of an old friend and were going to be around a crowd made of a lot of Alphas. Their friend had married into an old family of alphas that went back generations. For the day, Khadijah took half a suppressant. It was just enough to soften her scent but still allow her pheromones room to breathe. Suppressants always made her Heat’s hotter than Satan’s asshole and the fever it brought on wasn’t worth spending her pay check on flu medications. Her doctor would simply tell her to stop taking them since she walked around with a runny nose and was sneezing all over the place.

“This is bougie,” Cassidy mused as they were let in.

Violins and cellos graced their ears as they followed the crowd into the floral venue. Khadijah was glad she opted for the pale pink off the shoulder wrap dress. She even had a slit that went up her thigh.

“This is old money,” Khadijah replied. “The invitation was sent in a box with a tennis bracelet.”

It currently sat on Khadijah’s dresser still in the burgundy velvet box it arrived in.

The venue was decorated in large pastel flower arrangements in gold vases. It smelled heavenly and the seating created a semi circle around the altar.. Upon reading the wedding ceremony’s program there wasn’t a traditional bridal party. It would just be the bride, groom, and officiant. Looking at the four rows of gold chairs, it was a small affair. Though the reception was noted to be a large party.

A waiter passed with a tray of champagne and Khadijah slipped her fingers around the slender stemmed glass. The bubbling liquid tickled her nose as she sipped. Sarai ropes connected to large pillars blocked off seating and the music playing softened as a woman spoke from the podium on the altar.

“We would love to welcome everyone to Callie and Matthew’s wedding. Wanting to break from tradition, so when the satin drops any Omegas present please sit in the first row. Behind them would be Betas, then Alphas, and those not identifying with a designation.”

It was uncommon for seating to be arranged by designation. Though, humans were typically before Omegas because they didn’t follow the same protocol as those kissed by the moon.

“Sounds like Callie,” Cassidy mused.

Soon the satin dropped and Khadijah swallowed the rest of her champagne before placing it on an empty tray. There were a few omegas skirting towards the front row, but their attention was on puffing their chests so the betas and alphas could see them. Weddings were about connection as they were about the couple. As Khadijah held her dress from catching under her heels, the slit in her dress exposed the smooth skin of her leg and thigh. The off the shoulder neckline was magnified but the small opal pendant sitting against her chest on a gold chain. For the past month she had been wearing faux locs and now that they had reached the looser and more pliable stage, she had them piled on top of her head in a bun, with a single piece hanging by each ear.

She was a walking work of art and the confidence in her steps showed that. The stigma behind omegas; subservient, submissive, dainty, weak had been her fuel to do the opposite. It was why she hadn’t mated with anyone. Now, fate determined that. There would be no denying her Alpha if he showed up, she knew that, but she spent years controlling her omega side so that she was level headed and could speak up when things weren’t what she wanted them to be.

In a room of rich, arrogant, Alphas, she made sure her pheromones were standoffish, rough scented, and aloof. There was nothing attractive about an omega who didn’t present herself sweet smelling. It helped her in a lot of situations. She hated suppressants and when she learned her scent could be what she made it, Khadijah had been in control ever since.

Sitting, she crossed her leg over the other at the knee. The slit in her dress fell to the side and the bottom half of her leg stuck out from it. White toes were clasped in a pair of strappy tan heels with the straps tying up her calf.

When she looked around, she bit the inside of her cheek. The other women sitting beside her were scowling. She turned around to see Cassidy laughing as the Alpha men in the room tried their best to look away. Had all eyes been on her?

Yes.

But it wasn’t entirely her fault.

The hairs on the back of neck rose and she rubbed her hand over her neck. Someone was scenting her. They had to be a powerful Alpha to do it from across the room, but as she tried to look around, the next row started to fill in, obstructing her view of the room. Soon everyone was sitting and the wedding started. She could still feel someone scenting her and eventually the guard she had put up was pushed down. Her skin tingled and she thought she was discreetly rubbing her thighs together. Behind her, there was a short cough and she stilled. Imagining cold ice being tossed at her she ignored the slight dampness in her panties and willed the sensation away.

She wished she could say that no one was affected, but the two rows behind her were beginning to fan so hard the doors were opened and a few candles were lit to dim the scent of omega pheromones that was starting to spread among the first row.

The wedding continued without any more hiccups with Khadijah marveling at the lace and satin gown wore. It fitted her across the bust with bell sleeves and a short train. Her bright red hair was intricately braided and studded with pearls and white flowers. She looked like a fae princess and Khadijah sniffled back a few tears as she caught the groom struggling to keep his face straight. It was rare for an omega to marry a human, however, back in college, Callie had her mating gland removed. It was unheard of for that to happen and the benefits outweigh the cons, but it was a surgery that left the omega in pain for weeks. Callie had missed the first few weeks of their senior year because of the surgery.

It wasn’t something she herself had thought about but for Callie it worked. There was happiness in her eyes that Khadijah hoped to achieve.

Exchanged vows caused laughter, tears, and collective awws from those gathered. As Khadijah switched legs that were crossed, she felt the push again. This time she allowed it. She didn’t want a repeat of earlier. When scenting happened the one being scented could feel a warmth spread through their body. It wasn’t meant to be sexual but producing a needy pheromone was a natural response. She allowed it and turned her head to the side where she felt the strongest pull. She couldn’t see completely, but a pair of blue eyes were staring in her direction. She was about to lean up to see who the eyes belonged to when sudden movement alerted her to everyone standing. The bride and groom were introduced as man and wife to the clapping and shouts of joy from those gathered.

Khadijah tried to rise up on her toes, but the aisles cleared quickly and Cassidy had slipped her arm around hers pulling her in the opposite direction.

“What the hell,” she laughed. “You had this whole room ready to pounce.”

Rolling her eyes, Khadijah shrugged. “I don’t know, okay? Someone was scenting me and really trying. It all happened to fucking fast.”

“Mhm,” she mused, “do you think…”

“No, not likely. Probably someone just wanted to smell me.”

She knew better than that. Those blue eyes had been on her the entire time. She knew that much. It was just some simple ‘let me scent you’. It was a mark of possession.

She had been found.

The reception was down another long hall behind two dark oak doors. Instead of the floral decor of the wedding it was more masculine with rich reds, golds, and cream toned decorations. The tables were lined in red satin tablecloths decorated with large vases of roses, tulips, and carnations in red and cream. Even the self-serve buffet tables were decorated accordingly.

Seating was first come first serve with the humans quickly finding a table near the exit. Who would blame them when the dance floor was already full of Alpha men posturing for attention. The complete opposite of how the omegas had been earlier.

Khadijah had no plans of staying past the first dance. She had school to study for and her classes were beyond advanced this semester. She just wanted to congratulate her old friend, eat some of the steak and dip. But it was Cassidy, who pulled her towards the open bar and passed her two shots of top tier tequila.

“Bottoms up!” She cheered.

The alcohol burned as it slid down her throat. Drinking wasn’t high on Khadijah’s list of fun things to do. But the two shots wouldn’t hurt.

“Do you think you man is here,” Cassidy whispered as they stood next to the bar.

“I don’t have a man.”

“Oh please, some man in here has scented you out. That only works if he’s….”

“Hey!”

Khadijah looked over her shoulder as two red faced girls stomped over. They looked like cartoon characters holding up the ends of their dresses and jabbing their fingers at her. The only thing missing was the comical steam coming out their ears and the sound of a train whistle.

Khadijah’s eyebrow arched.

“That fucking stunt you pulled during the wedding was a bitch move!”

When the cheap scene of perfume filled the brown skinned woman’s nose it scrunched up in response. Of course they were human and had been told what happened. For them to confront her with no knowledge of how designation hierarchy worked was bold. Slappable offense, but bold nonetheless.

“How dare you try to take the spotlight from Callie!”

“Yeah!” Her lackey added with a high pitched squeal.

“What are you talking about?” Khadijah sipped her drink.

Callie had only told a few people about having her mating gland removed. So to the humans unaware, she was still an omega.

“The…the way you smelled!”

“Chanel N.5?”

“That stench was so bad they had to light candles!”

Cassidy placed her drink back on the table, ready to fight at this point, but Khadijah stopped her. Rolling her shoulders back, she shook her head at her friend and then turned her fanged smile on the two women that suddenly started to cower. Canines poked from beneath her tip lips.

“What stench, hm?” She purred.

She took a step closer to them and they jumped back, falling over their own feet before scrambling up and scurrying away. The soft click of her canines sliding back into her gums itched her gums and she ran her teeth over them to soothe it.

“I swear, that was some hot ass shit.” Cassidy sighed. “Bite me?”

Khadijah shook her head with a laugh. “You’re so damn horny. I can smell it. Where is your man?”

“I’m always horny.” She deadpanned. “Speaking of man,” Cassidy brought her drink to her lips, but cast her eyes to the side.

Khadijah didn’t have to turn around to know what she meant. She could feel him. He was close and like he had she scented him. Woodsy, pine, stream water, he was scented perfectly. He smelled like home. She swallowed but kept her back to him. Though it was clear she was affected. Cassidy motioned for another drink, took it, and dashed, Khadijah huffed but stilled. The fabric of his tux was up against her back.

“Are you going to turn around?”

Slowly, Khadijah turned around and the smile on her face faltered just a little. The first thing she noticed were his eyes. The icy blue ones she had found earlier in the wedding. Instead of looking at the red tux he looked devilishly good in, she noticed the slight greys in his beard, the way his eyes crinkled as he smiled. He was handsome, the beard accentuated his face and the way it was trimmed showed how neat of a man he was. He was well dressed, smelled good, but maybe the selfish part of her wanted someone her age. It was very clear he was not.

“It’s a number of unimportance,'' he said before she could fix her mouth to even ask.

Still lost for words, he laughed. “You really have no idea who I am? Oh, you’re that young aren’t you, sugar?”

Khadijah nodded. Blinking twice as the drink slipped from her fingers and placed back on the bar top. It took her a moment to realize he was pushing his pheromones on her. The docile response was comfortable, but she looked away and exhaled deeply to regain some control.

“Fuck,” she exhaled.

“Language, sugar.”

“You were scenting me earlier. That was kind of inappropriate.”

“I see this beautiful woman walking through the venue. I can’t smell her. But I can smell she’s not one of the humans.”

“Maybe I didn’t want to be scented.”

“You were doing a good job trying to keep me out.” He paused. “Why?”

“We’re at someone's wedding. I didn’t want to be aroused.”

The man smiled and she sighed. Stepping around him, she walked towards the exit. It was far past time to leave and entertaining a douchebag of an Alpha was not on her list to do. A hand slipped around her waist stopping her.

“I’m not just letting you leave like this. You’re angry at me.”

“Stop smelling me!”

The hand on her waist tightened as she was pushed into a quieter corner of the reception hall.

“We both know that’s not what I’m doing.”

His fingers slid up her side. Softly, he touched the mating gland at the base of her neck. It throbbed under his touch. Khadijah trembled and placed her hand on top of his. Her white manicured hands wrapped around his wrist and pushed his hand away. They stood there staring at each other.

“Steve Rogers,” the hand on her wrist shook free long enough to grab hers.

He brought her hand to his lips and kissed the top of her hand.

“Khadijah Stewart.”

“Dance with me?”

“No.”

Regaining control of herself, Khadijah placed both of her hands in the pockets of her dress. Looking up at Steve, she chewed on the inside of her cheek as he smirked.

“Why not, sugar?”

“Don’t call me that,” she whispered, though she couldn’t help the way it made her feel.

Soft. Small. Wanted.

“Fucking pheromones.”

She snapped her head up at Steve tsking.

“You are so bossy.”

Narrowed eyes looked out at the dance floor.

“I’m not bossy. I’m just not going to let some Alpha,’

“Your Alpha.”

“Some Alpha is not going to show up and tell me what to do. I haven’t been mated yet.”

Steve smiled down at Khadijah. She was beautiful. Heart shaped face, with large doe eyes in a coffee brown flecked with specks of gold. Her nose ring glimmered in the dim lighting above their heads and he wanted to bury his face in the column of her neck. He must have started reaching out.

“You need permission to touch me.”

“I’m a grown man,” he said. “I don’t need permission from anyone to do anything.”

He took a step closer to her and beneath the light scent of Armani cologne he wore she could smell him. She wanted to bury her head in his chest and take in his scent for hours. Hell, if she wasn’t in public she’d probably have wrapped her legs around him and tucked herself in his shirt. Steve’s head bent down until he was discreetly licking the shell of her ear. Tasting her in a way that made her knees weak.

“And soon I won’t need it from you.” He whispered.

Khadijah swooned and Steve held her still with a large hand on her lower back. It pressed her even closer to him, not that she minded, and her hand fell to the crook of his elbow. Then up to his forearm where his muscles flexed beneath his tux jacket. It was an intimate position among the busy atmosphere of the reception.

“Oh,” she whimpered questioningly.

Steve grinned as he kissed her neck before sucking on the smooth skin. His tongue flicked over her flesh and Khadijah melted.

“You’re going to want me to fuck you, sugar. You’re going to want me to bend you over and take what’s mine over and over again until you can’t do anything but lie there in my bed beneath me with a tight little pussy full of my cum.”

“Sounds like you want me barefoot and pregnant.”

Steve’s hand flexed against her back before he palmed her ass.

“Is that so wrong?”

His joke didn’t go over and he sighed at her silence.

“I’m traditional in my values. You’d never have to want for anything financially or physically. If you want it it’s yours. I want to be the one that fucks you while you’re in Heat. I want to be the one who eats you out because you’re tired and need to be put to sleep. I want to be the one who’s dick you suck in those new heels I bought ....”

“Steve,”

“I rather court you than to make you my omega like I have the right to. I want you to want it as bad as I can smell it on you right now. I can damn near taste it Khadijah.”

He reaches up and taps her forehead. “But you’re using this instead of this,” he says while slipping his hand through the slit of her dress to press against her throbbing clit. His thumb rubbed circles and she bucked her hips into his hand.

“I don’t want to be some mindless omega. My goal in life isn’t to serve some Alpha and his archaic whims.”

Khadijah worked up the courage to push his hand from between her legs. Her thighs were soaked but she paid no attention to it. She saw the slight prune of his fingertips and his eyes marveling at the slick on them she looked away. He sucked them into his mouth then released them with a pop.

“Does that help you sleep at night?” He asked seriously. “When you’re tight and worked up does that help? When your Heat is draining your energy and leaving you withering in pain, does knowing you aren’t serving an Alpha with archaic whims ease the ache between your legs?”

Sputtering, Steve cupped her jaw in his large hand.

“It doesn't. Does it? You want to know why, sugar?”

He didn’t wait for her to reply. She didn’t need to. It was written all over her face, body posture; she clung to him at this point, and how she whimpered softly thinking he didn’t hear it.

“Because that’s my job. I don’t need an omega to serve me. I can buy that tenfold. It’s my job to protect her, provide for her, and honestly my favorite? Fuck her.” He flicked her nose with his finger. “All I need you to do is just say yes.”

“I can’t,” she sputtered.

“You can.”

“Steve,” Khadijah hummed.

“Two words.”

She looked up at him. He was serious, but soft. Forcing her wasn’t his goal. He wanted her willingly. Her mating gland throbbed at this point. Her skin fluttered and the pheromones it was releasing made her so angry. She wanted control.

“Court me,’ she said. “Properly. No pheromone controlling…..minimal touching,” saying that made her stomach clench. His touch was so wanted and craved at this point. “Court me like I’m a person, not just your omega.”

He knew he couldn’t repeat back what she had just said. Those last two words were so poignant in a dynamic such as theirs. It was clear she hadn’t even realized she said them herself.

“We can talk over dinner tomorrow evening.” He said.

“That’s fine.”

Khadijah put some space between them after that. She fled to the bathroom where she yanked paper towels from the basket and wet them. Dowsing them in the lemon scented hand soap she rubbed at her inner thighs. Each alpha she had passed had looked at her like she was a piece of meat, if it wasn’t for Steve making sure they kept their distance she’d probably be shoving her foot into a few groins. It wouldn’t wash away the complete smell of her arousal, but it would bid her enough time to make it to the front where she could hail a taxi.

As she tossed the wet paper towels the bathroom door opened. It was Steve. His brows were pinched and his nostrils were flaring.

“What..”

“I’m driving you home.”

She didn’t notice at first, but when she stepped closer the metallic stench of blood filled her nose. Khadijah cursed, stepped up to where she tossed the paper towels and saw red…..literally. She grabbed her dress and silently thanked the higher beings there was no blood on her. But it was clear her period had started. She had nothing with her and the stupid machine in the bathroom wasn’t stocked.

“I need…” she rambled, embarrassed and anxious about blood streaming down her leg. Steve grabbed a handful of paper towels and thrust them in her hands.

“I have a towel in my gym bag in the car. Use this until we get there.”

“Okay,” Khadijah sighed.

Steve led her from the bathroom through the reception with his arm around her waist. With each step she took it felt like her stomach was on fire. Jabbing pain shot through her core and her knees buckled. Her knees buckled and before she could hit the floor, Steve lifted her up in his arms. The pain was unbearable at this point. Her periods had always been rough but she could predict them. She wasn’t sure if it was because of Steve, but her period was almost two weeks early. Mortified, she wondered if he had tasted its pending arrival. As they stepped outside the warm air soothed her for a moment. She had plans of a hot soak with epsom salt and mint.

Cradled, she could feel the stickiness between her legs. Steve clutched her tighter and he hurried her towards his car. Placed her on her feet momentarily, Steve opened the backseat of his car. Khadijah held onto the door as he laid the black towel on the seat.

“Lie down, sugar,” he said.

Helping her, Khadijah grabbed the towel and tucked it between her legs. She made sure her dress was tight as an added barrier, but she prayed the tan seats weren’t stained when she got up.