#alpha!ubbe

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This could not be happening.

It’s the one thought that echoes as your mind starts to lose focus while the strain in your lower back and stomach tightens. You have been through it many times before, but never in a big house crowded with alphas that had their maws dripping, wide open to devour you. Never without the pain herbs that soothed the worst of the drilling waves of pain. You had, perhaps, minutes. An hour if you were lucky. Not that having time was useful, you couldn’t run away from here.

Ragnar’s wife, Aslaug, had brought you under her tutelage. She had insisted that if you must marry into her family, the least she could do was prepare you to be a fine wife. Neither your mother nor father argued. They were wealthy, though their name would fade away when they died, so this marriage-to-be plan was devised. Your father had heard one of Ragnar's sons required a partner. He wanted his genetics blended with those above his, so his grandchildren would grow to do great things. You hated that he treated you like livestock, like something he could trade for fame, or more gold.

At least you were tended with the utmost care. Aslaug and her ladies taught you their ways, their language. They washed you clean, braided your hair, painted your face. In a few months, you were no longer a wild, spoiled thing sprung from Mediterranean lands, you were an altogether Viking woman. Torvi, your closest friend around here, had also trained you in the fighting dance. She spent long afternoons lapidating your brute use of a sword until you became a lustrous diamond. Fierce enough to press the edge of your blade to her pulsing point.

When the men returned home, they never would’ve guessed your origins.

Only after almost two years do you get to know the man you are meant to marry. Ubbe. Broad, untamed Ubbe. He’s tall enough that you have to look up to see his face, a breath-taking face, at that. You’ve met alphas before. This… He was a prime specimen. Reeked of effortless power. Held himself up as if the world was meant to bow before him. The long braids pointed to a never lost battle. His blue eyes were hard, though when fixed on you, you could see the smallest hint of tenderness.

He courted you for weeks. Bouquets arranged outside your door, silent walks down the riverside and up to a small clearing. Ubbe was never improper. His touches were limited to the bare of your wrists, the round of your cheeks, and his words appeared to be produced after deep thought, too. You weren’t sure when it happened, but you felt yourself fall for him. A shy emotion that bubbles in your throat. That doesn't leave you alone once you've realised it's there.

Regardless of the obviousness of who was your chosen husband, his brothers never walked away from flirting with you. They complimented you, kissed your hand, tossed wild words that made your face warm in embarrassment.

The slaves that cared for you whispered about them. Most had been bedded by at least one. If not all. You would’ve been lying if you said it hadn’t sparked your curiosity. All three men, Hvitserk, Ivar, and Ubbe were easy on the eye. Each of them owned a distinct set of alluring features. Though your heart belonged to only one, your late-night fantasies were dappled by the trio.

You shouldn’t have been so surprised that your heat came sooner. Not enough herbs in the world could stabilise the heavy presence of strong alphas. Soon your smell would linger and they’d come up to your chambers. Less man, more beast. There was no way you could outrun them, even if they fought, your body was too frail, too unable to put up a fight. Your mind was the single thread tethering you to what was happening around you.

Wood from the stairs creaked under the weight of someone walking up. Perhaps you could order a group of slaves to take you to the hidden cottage if the footsteps belonged to one of your ladies. Had you been already married, this would not be an issue. You wouldn’t fear whoever was about to come into your room.

Then it hit you. He smelled like fresh pine trees and seawater. A saline tang that settled at the bottom of your tongue. Ubbe knocked twice at your door.

“Is everything okay, sweet darling?” His voice is rich and low, a tinge of concern concealed in the urgency of his question. “May I come in to check on you?”

“‘M fine,” It’s a pathetic answer, cut through by a pained moan. “No need to worry.”

“May I come in either way?”

A grunt spills past your lips as the door screeches open, his towering presence worsening your condition. Sweat trickled down your forehead, temples, beneath your nose. Your blood pumped so hard you could feel it in your ears. The fragile grasp to anything other than the crescent need between your thighs gave way when he touched you.

“P-please,” You beg, his hand holding yours. Ubbe looks bothered, his fair blue eyes reduced to petite rings around his blown pupils and nostrils flared while he downs the smell of you. “I didn’t know… Didn’t know…”

“‘S okay, doll, you don’t have to be scared,” He tries to reassure you. “No one is home but me.”

“If t-they come back…”

“You’re mine, I would tear their throats out if anyone tries to touch you.”

Ubbe scoops you to his arms. You part your legs to settle on his lap, wrapped up around him like a frightened animal. You let him scent you. The bite of his beard prickles as he rubs his cheek against your feverish neck skin. He croons soothing words, meant to make your heartbeat slow down, meant to make you calmer, pliant. It works far too well. You tip your head back to grant him more of you. While one arm is curled around your waistline, the other is free, so he undoes the laces of your woollen chemise, exposing your collarbones and the curve between your breasts.

The pain still tugs at your lower tummy, but the gentle thrum of him underneath you placates it. You had never been this close to a man before, never let anyone but your parents scent you. And even at that, it had only happened when you were a child. He had made you leap to the feral side, the omega in your bones begging, pleading, imploring for him to claim you.

You look at him, his nose bumps against yours. He’s got an easy smile on his face. Now his hands are rooted to your love handles.

“Better?”

After a meek nod, you lean into him, your lips feathering from the hollow of his throat up to his chin. He indulges the light touches, rubbing your lower back. You didn’t want to tell him that you’ve never been knotted. Hell, you’ve never been fucked, let alone knotted. But you don’t feel brave enough. You didn’t know if you had enough words to voice it.

"I know I shouldn't be here," He muses, rocking your body back and forth like one does to a crying babe.

"But you are," Your voice has descended to something akin to a whine, gods know if tears weren't streaming down your cheeks. "Stay, please."

“Can I take you to my chambers?” His nose trails down to your collarbones, drinking your smell. “We can stay here if you want.”

“Ubbe,” You try, voice quivering. “I-I…”

“What, sweet darling?”

“I never… I-”

“That’s okay,” His comforting tone, or maybe it was the heavy scenting, put you into a much calmer state of mind. “Didn’t think you had. Do you want me to? I can take care of you.”

“You’re to be my husband,” You say in a hushed tone. “Don’t you find it inadequate to bed me before we marry?”

“I would’ve married you long ago, my doll,” He kisses the tip of your nose, then your eyes, then your forehead. “Would’ve married you as soon as I came back home.”

A sob rattles you. You’re growing desperate, it’s obvious. None of your heats had been similar to this one. Not easy, never, but never so distressful. Ubbe starts anew his slow rubs, though this time his mouth finds the mating gland at the juncture of your neck and shoulder. His tongue flickers around it, soft, smooth. Like a wolf licking its wounds.

This vulnerability should make you scared. You’re nothing but a defenceless thing perched on his lap. Your legs close the circle around his waist, your arms link behind his neck. It’s like his warmth has become a bodily necessity for you to function. His face is still burrowed on the crook of your neck. His lips travel up to find the shell of your ear. He whispers sweet words, words of care. When you realise, Ubbe has risen to his feet, his arms tightened around you as he walked towards the door.

Cold air dances over your skin, or it might’ve been that you were too underdressed for the weather outside your room. His home was always a nice, lukewarm temperature, but the fever starting to break made everything colder.

You hear another door creaking, then your nose is flooded by the strong smell of him. It must be his room, though you keep your eyes closed, your face smashed against his shoulder. He locks it behind him with a click. A few seconds after, your back meets the plush comfort of his mattress, you dare to open your eyes at this point. He’s settled between your legs, hovering above you like a lulling force. So close you can see the freckles splashed on his cheeks, the subtle flare of his nostrils. His eyes had shifted to a lighter shade of blue, pools of crystalline water.

Time rolls as raindrops, his presence enough to divert your attention from the coiling pain in your belly. Spams of conscience that you wanted this force of a man to a point it hurt. Regardless of what your body needed, your mind yearned for him. You pull him down, his weight dropping on you so you were almost crushed. Ubbe laughs at how eager you are.

“May I take this off?” He tugs at the hem of the chemise, his fingers lingering a second longer on your skin. You nod, but you don’t loosen the grip on him. “Not going anywhere, sweet darling.”

Your arms fall to each side, a groaning-alike noise spilling as his body ceases to cover yours. Ubbe drags it up, unveiling bit by bit your secrets. You have to lift your hips, and your shoulders, so he can remove the woollen shift. It does not feel foreign as it should. You don’t mind being bare in front of him. His eyes are trained to your face, locked with yours. By the gods, he’s handsome. Carved out of fine marble.

This is better, you think. To have him take you before you have to consummate the marriage in front of ravenous public eyes. It wouldn’t have felt this nice. This also meant delaying the marriage until you could bear to take him again. It only happened every other month, lasting for about a week. Marriages were often arranged to be made on the tipping point when the guests wouldn’t be too bothered by the released pheromones, but you would be able to take his knot. And a claiming bite.

Your preceptor taught you much about marriage, though never had you ever thought you’d marry a Viking man. Still, she used to tell you tales of wedding nights, about the fulfilling swell of a knot and the mind-shattering high of a claiming bite. This only happened, however, if done during a heat, otherwise, it would lead to moments of unimaginable pain.

“Ubbe,” You call for him. He has your feet on his hands, his thumbs dug into its soles, reaping sounds that make you warm on the cheeks. “W-wait.”

“What is it, dove? Do you wish for me to take you somewhere else?”

“No. I just wonder,” A wrinkle on the linen bed sheets seems more interesting, so you focus on that instead of his peaceful face. “You won’t claim me now, will you?”

“Do you want me to?”

“I don’t know,” You answer, dumbly. Your head begins to spin again, the nagging pain growing into discomfort. “We should wait until we are married. What would people think, if you did it before?”

Ubbe looks amused at your concern, “What would it matter? You’re my wife either way. It would just show you’re mine.”

You hiss an agreement, sighing when his touch moves up to your thighs, parting your legs. You’re sure he can see the sopping mess you’ve become, so wet and swollen and redden. Ubbe ignores it, massaging your thighs instead, vigorous, precise. The sounds you’re making are new to you, the mindless gripping on his forearms just to squeeze something, too.

When he does touch you, you release a sharp breath. Air you had no idea you were holding. His fingers trace lazy shapes, he spreads slick around, taunting your snug entrance, though not on purpose. It’s nice. His features are schooled to tranquilness as if he’s not palming your sex, as if he’s not trying to make you fall apart on his hand. You’ve done it before, alone in your room, in the middle of the night. You know that’s what he’s trying to do.

But he stops. You grumble like a little kid being denied a treat. Ubbe dismisses your complaining, pushing you further back, your head snuggled between pillows. Something heavy hangs in the air, you’re not quite sure what he’s going to do. A rather unpredictable man, that’s what your husband-to-be was. He presses his cheek to your inner thigh, blowing hot air to the heated skin. Your head lolls back, your eyes falling shut.

His tongue finds the pulsing point that aches, uncared for. It’s soft, fluttering licks at first, warm spit that makes the jut of your belly tremble. Then his lips wrap around it to suck, and you’re sure this must be paradise. A foretold place of eternal satisfaction. If his hands were good, this was better. You moan, fisting the sheets, enduring the crescent turmoil in your chest.

Ubbe is relentless. Dirty, titillating noises fill the room, both yours and his. He growls like a wolf, each of his hands rooted to the base of your thighs, his face buried between them. This man eats like he’s known hunger. Eats as Thor goes through a feast. You’re aware that one finger has slid in, its tip rubbing a tender spot inside you. Your mind is slowly going blank.

You’ve heard women describe how this feels. You imagined it must be good if they kept doing it, but up until now, it had been pure fantasy. It’s the sort of pleasure that builds up, high and high and high, then it breaks you. It’s voracious, it takes away all the grown pressure to spend it. Your muscles feel like lead afterwards, you end up resting like a limp corpse on his bed. Still twitching. Even then, Ubbe is unwavering, suckling, fingering.

The pain subsides. Though you still long for him, it’s now dormant in your bones. You’re not making any sense anymore. The last thread of sanity was shaved away. He moves away from you, though he leaves a throbbing bite on the soft flesh of your inner thigh as a memento. You hear the rustling of fabric. It sounds so distant. You sob again, needing him to be close. Needing his warmth.

Words fall from his lips, your muddled brain recognises they are loving, they are tender. He’s back hovering above you. His mouth finds yours in a restless whim, tongues swirling together. It’s passionate. You feel him hot and heavy on your hip, he thrums with need, his cockhead wet on your lower belly. It knocks a moan out of you. The kisses last a while. As if you are teens fooling around.

Then you’re switched, he helps you lie down on top of him. One hand rests on your back, the other smears your slick around him, jerking himself once, twice. After it, you feel him bully your cunt. Ubbe is careful. Though you are pliable, ready to take him, he breaches you inch by inch. It burns, stings. You didn’t think he’d fit all the way, so a hint of surprise cuts through the fog of your hazed mind.

Your muscles fight to adjust to the new fullness. Ubbe has your head pressed to his chest, and he grunts when rooted deep in you, though he rubs your back as if unaffected. This quiet moment stretches, he doesn’t move. Your shift, which makes his cock, so deep into you, move in the smallest of movements. Unlike you had thought, it doesn’t hurt. You do it again. At the third time, he takes over.

It’s a rhythmic, deliberate pace that he chooses. You’re back to the small thing perched on his lap, but you know, as the fever breaks and you grow feverish, that you’re safe. So safe.

He holds your waist to prop you up, fucking into you. Your hands splayed on his chest, trembling groans filling the room. Like this, he goes so much deeper, it weighs your consciousness down. You feel cared for, each clutch of your cunt around him a silent plea for the bittersweet pain of his knot. Each month alone felt agonising. Hollow release after hollow release. This, however, threaded deeper. Reached places that soothed.

“Sweetness,” Ubbe croons, squeezing further the patches of skin he’s holding. You know. Gods, you need him to.

It’s palpable how much he needs this. Just as much as you do. His snaps are less contained. They stutter as you’re pushed down on him, the hot stretch burn lighting a fire that grows at the end of your belly. You didn’t think you’d get this again. A flickering current of pleasure that starts at the very tip of your toes.

Ubbe cracks before you do. The swell is a flashing, molten thing that fills your sex. It binds you to him, it makes sure that not a drop of his spend goes to waste. It’s too much. Too much, you know you are saying it out loud. Each fibre of your body comes alive. A wild wave of genuine pleasure that shakes, that wrings, that topples you down. You can’t hold yourself up anymore, falling to the hard chest beneath you shaking like a leaf in the summer breeze.

You’re cradled in the afterglow of the first hot wave of your heat. You drift between consciousness and sleep, the pulsing of his knot deep into you deterring true rest. You feel content. Satisfied. Your mind swirls to a stable line of thinking. You notice the gentle lift and fall of his chest while he breathes, the slow beating of his heart.

“Good, dove?” It is a deep, rumbling voice. Ubbe asks only after a long while has slopped by. “Just a few more minutes, okay? Then I’ll get you something to eat. Something to drink.”

“Hmm,” You nuzzle to his neck. “Not hungry. Just sleepy.”

“Bet you are,” You feel a kiss on the crown of your head.

“You didn’t bite me.”

“No, I didn’t.”

There’s a beat of uncertain silence.

“Why?”

“I will only claim you if you’re sure about it,” He says, lifting your chin to meet the blue waves of the feral sea that are his eyes. “If you want to wait until we are one before the gods, then so be it.”

You press your lips to his in a gentle kiss.

“And if I become with child?” It’s a timid question.

“You’ll bless my life.”

“I don’t get why we are here.” His older brother nursed the beer. The amber liquid squished in his mouth before he swallowed and sighed. Bjorn’s eyes moved from the waitress’s body over to Ubbe. “There are other things we could be doing.”

“You can go,” Ubbe said matter of fact. His lip twitched as he looked out into the crowd. The thud of the music below hummed the windowpanes. He stood from his seat as the song changed. The red lights were focused on her and so were his eyes. His eyes watched as the honied woman started her ascension on the pole, her dark hair swung in a whirl and the sweet floral scent pricked his senses. His cock jerked. “Her.”

The door opened and the rush of the scent his nose. He fought the urge to growl, the urge to charge down the steps and pull her from the stage. Bjorn leaned forward and watched his brother’s eyes widen and fist clench. “What was that brother?”

“Her.” Ubbe turned and retrieved his drink from the tray. “What is her name?”

“We don’t give names sir.” She smiled.

“I want her up here,” Ubbe added with a cocked brow.

“Private dances are two thousand dollars.”

He scoffed and stepped closer. “Does it look like I give a fuck about the price?”

She giggled. “Why not me?”

“Out.” He dismissed her with a snarl.

Minutes passed in silence, but his heartbeat refused to stop flooding his head. The search for his omega had become never-ending. He’d fucked his way through half of Florida, craving the sweet pussy of one woman and finally, it seemed he’d found her.

“What is it?” Bjorn cleared his throat.

“None of your concern.” His anger spiked as Bjorn started his invasive questioning. He could hear them forming in his head.

“You’re never this quiet.”

“Can I enjoy it? Or are you going to talk the entire time?” He looked over.

“Oh, in a mood.” Bjorn stood and buttoned the middle button of the blazer. He tossed two hundred down on the table. “Goodnight brother.”

 You entered the room on alert, Mya said the guy was on edge as it was, part of you didn’t want to go. But the part that needed to make sure rent was paid strolled into the room without a second thought. Your heels clacked against the white marble floors. This room was special, VIP Black Card Guests only. Just for entering 1500 dollars was added on to your wages for the night. The man sat in the chair, his legs spread, and hood pulled over his head. All that was visible was the silhouette and his beard.

“You called?” You asked.

He straightened in his seat and his eyes flashed amber. “Actually, I think you called me.” He smiled and pulled down his hood. The tattoos on his face jump out immediately. You knew those markings; he was an alpha.

Your body surged at once. He was the alpha. Your teeth pulled gently on your bottom lip, the tiny jolts of something raced through your veins. “Is that so?” You shook your head. “That’s now how this works.”

“It’s precisely how it works.” He reached for the round whiskey glass taking a sip and then he stood. His frame was larger than you expected, taller than he looked. “But it’s the only time you’ll call me, and I’ll answer.” He unsheathed his finger of his rings and placed them on the table.

Fear plagued you. “Excuse me.”

“How polite.” He smiled again. “I am Ubbe and I think you know what I am.” His shoulders moved, swayed with untethered confidence. “And I think you know what to do.”

Without a word you turned from him and bolted to the door only to hear the thud of his shoes as he rushed over to you. His heavy frame boxes you against the wall. Your bare flesh against the steel door. You weaken feeling the arousal seep thorough the middle of your panties. The smell was loud, even for you.

“Don’t make this hard.” He warned. “I see no alpha around, you’re mine now.”

There was no alpha around and there hadn’t been in this part of the city for years. It was the reason you felt safe enough to even leave the house while in heat. Hearing the men taunt you on and praise you only added to the excitement. Fuck, just before you came to the room, you’d found yourself in your dressing room legs parted and three fingers deep in your own pussy.

Ubbe smiled. You could feel him sifting around in your head, raiding those thoughts you didn’t think anyone could hear. It was evident he could though, the wickedness in his blue eyes exposed it all. He had plans for you and there would be no fight.

He moved the black g-string aside and his fingers moved your plush petals giving him free access to your swollen clit. His thumb pressed down and like a button the arousal dripped slowly on his fingers. It was there for a reason during the heat. Your nipples were erect against his chest, teasing him each time they rubbed across him. Ubbe’s head dipped to the supple mound and his teeth light nipped before he tugged it towards him, and you hissed. “I know you want me to fuck you.” He growled. His fingers gripped the meat of your thighs.

“No the I don’t.”

“You lie.” And it three movements his hand was pressed against your throat while the other plunged three fingers deep into your pussy. “All this,” He withdrew his fingers and tightened his grip around your neck. His other hand wiped the slick nectar on your stomach before he sucked the fingers eliciting a groan from himself. “is for me.”

“I don’t even know you.”

“You will.” Ubbe loosened his grip before he sunk to his knees and pressed his lips onto your clit. They were soft, plush even as the lapped up the juices that flowed from you. Your legs wobbled as he became accustomed to your taste. Instead of greedily licking at your pussy he took his time dragging his tongue from bottom to the top sucking the clit. Then taking his attentions back inside of you. One finger joined the mix, it twirled, prepping for the additional two he dipped and continued to fuck you with as he ate you.

“Harder.” Your hormones had taken control of the situation, whether you knew him or not you wanted him to fuck you as he did. “Ohhh shit, yes. Fucking yes.”  He obliged fucking harder, quicker strokes into you with his thick fingers. You could hear how wet you were for him, feel the drops of arousal flowing down the line of your legs. Ubbe devoured you, listened to the way you moaned and came under his tongue, remembering strokes and triggers. Your hands in his head, you tugged at his hair when the sensations took over all over you. Your toes curled in the high heels lifting you higher from the ground. Ubbe continued to lap you up. Your head thumped against the door and you couldn’t tell if you were woozy from coming or the hit.

He stood and unbuckled the leather belt and dropped it to the floor beside the leather seat. He bit his lip and tugged himself free and his cock stood erect, curved and huge. Your mouth all but waters thinking of him fucking into you. Ubbe’s eyes never left your body as he backed into the chair. “Have a seat.”

There was nothing that would stop you at this point. The world could end in a blazing flame right outside these doors and you wouldn’t care as long as you were mounted on his dick. Each step you took to him made your heart beat faster until you were there in front of him. He stroked himself, his hand unable to fully grip the girth of his dick. His impatience reared as he pulled you over him and slammed himself into you. A heady scream erupted as he started his course. His strokes were perfectly timed, finding a rhythm and a place that no one had ever been before.

You were so full of him, your walls stretched painfully around him and all you wanted was more. You bounced on him looking down into his blue eyes with lust. More. Faster. Your hands anchored on his shoulders while you bounced on his cock and each time your clit met his skin the small jolts of an impending orgasm teased. “Oh fuck! Ub-,”

The black loop of the belt fell over your head down onto your neck. “Alpha.” He proclaimed as he tightened the belt and your air was cut off. His free arm wrapped around your body and slammed into you. “I want to fill you, babies.” He grunted.

Your eyes rolled as the strokes became faster. The belt tightened and your hands numbed your body wrecked into oblivion. He looked down with a smile plastered on his face. He pulled you up from him and pushed you over the table. His cock slapped at your ass. The thick head swiped your wet pussy before he slapped himself against your clit a few times. “I want to go deeper.” He turned the belt around, pressed the nape of your back to arch you properly and dived into your pussy again. He was deeper, it felt like he was in your stomach. Your tits pressed against the table and your arms flailed knocking the sticky amber liquor on the table.

He didn’t seem to care. “Deeper.” He grunted as his hips slapped onto your ass. The words came and then you followed, again. Your body shook under him in waves, even your fingertips felt elation.  His cock plunged impossibly deeper into you and you squirm. Your legs lift from the ground only for his hand to meet your ass and knock them back down. Something was happening. His cock swelled more, stretching your pussy until you thought he’d never pull out of you. His knot had formed, thick and fucking perfect. He came with an overjoyed groan shaking against you as the warm cum flowed into you. Your nails dug into the wood as it triggered the last orgasm.

You panted, unnerved. What the fuck happened? Ubbe pulled himself from you and the white cum gushed out of you slowly only for you to feel his thick finger prod back into you. You were exhausted, broken and confused and for some odd reason, you wanted to start all over again.

Your eyes met his, they faded from blue to amber. “Alpha.” You panted, somehow obedient to his desire.

“Yes,” He answered.

“More.” You smiled.

“We must leave.” He grinned. “And we can fuck in the car on the way to your new home.”

“And where is that?”

“Kattegat, where else? Come.” He snapped as he pulled his pants up and lit the cigarette. “Now.” He left no room for negotiation.

You were in heat and you had to get as far as away from Kattegat as you possibly could. Omegas were scarce nowadays and the fear of any alpha catching your sweet scent made a chill run up your legs and spine.

Panting as you stopped to you catch your breath with a hand placed against the rough bark of the nearest tree, you clutched to your lower belly as a moan slipped through your throat. 

The heat puddling itself in your core burned and you couldn’t stop yourself from clenching your thighs as tight as you possibly could. Your hand seemed to have a mind of its’ own when it slipped down to past your hips, balling the fabric of your dress and gripping the soaked folds.

“I can’t… Not h-here” you thought to yourself.

Desperate for release, you resumed your trek through the dark woods until you suddenly fell to your knees. It was so much more powerful than before. It’s never safe for an Omega or easy for that matter. The urge to mate was much stronger this time, much stronger than you’ve ever felt before. No matter how hard you forced yourself to remain unclaimed, your heat was much more powerful than the last and lasted longer too. There you whimpered in the soft snow, on your hands and knees, clutching the dried damp grass in your hands.

And just in an instant, you heard the wild ragged breathing of someone not too far, footsteps approaching heavy and steady behind you. Fear quickly took over what was left of your sanity. His breathing was rapid and strong as if he had been running, chasing after you despite your attempts to mask your scent or get away from the village which had proved to be useless and in vain. A thick musky scent quickly filled the air and involved you in it and as you dreadfully looked behind you, you met the pale and wide eyes of a prince once blue yet now dark and full of lust and greed.

“Prince Ubbe…” you mustered to speak, your voice barely a whisper given your shock. “How is it possible? I-I masked my scent, I ran a far distance” you thought to yourself.

“You’ve run all this way for nothing, I’m afraid” he confirmed as if he were reading your mind, sneakily invading your thoughts. His voice was jagged and nearly a growl that did nothing to minimize the calidity in the depths of your core. In fact, it sent your natural secretion oozing from its entrance. You could already feel it trickling down your thighs with much ache. Oh, how it pleaded for you to give in to its call!

“You thought you could run hm? You thought you could hide for long?” he chuckled low in the deep of his throat as he slowly circled around like a true hunter cornering its prey, reveling in the sight of a fragile little Omega already in position and succumbing to his will as he slowly advanced closer and closer.

“I knew I smelled an Omega in the village. My brothers laughed at me!” He already felt anxious to bring you back to Kattegat over his shoulder to show you off to his brothers just to enjoy the jealousy they would soon feel. “But you are still only an Omega, aren’t you little one?”

His grin quickly dropped and his eyes were vacant as they focused on you while he lowered himself, his face now inches away from yours. You could feel his warmth breath on your cheek and you loved it. You hated to admit it but your ache needed to be touched and cured and he knew it without a doubt in his heart. The small beads of sweat slowly slid from his damp hair. You knew you had traveled quite far from the village and knowing he latched onto your scent so dearly, knowing that just a subtle whiff of it was beyond enough to send him into a spiraling frenzy and sprinting over the long course made your heat thrive vividly between your thighs.

Raising his left hand to the back of your head, he balled his fist in your hair pulling you closer to him to lower his nose to the crook of your neck. He closed his eyes as he deeply inhaled your sweet delicate scent, groaning in content and allowing a smile to creep on his lips. “So fragrant too” he sneered before pushing you to his greedy lips. His tongue bothered not to plead for entrance. It invaded your mouth plainly and you welcomed it warmly.

His firm grip tugged your hair to incline your mouth as his right hand shoved your shoulder harshly enough to make you land on your rump with a soft thud, a retribution for the journey he believed you had forced upon him that unfortunately broke the rough kiss you had so enjoyably endured. Luckily for you, it soon carried on as he lowered his hips between your thighs that his thick calloused fingers had pressed themselves into in order to pry those soft and supple legs apart. His cock bulged in his pants that seemed to shrink in comparison to his size. You could already feel it rubbing up against your damp folds that he yearned for.

He wasted no time in fiddling with the ties of your dress that laced up between your breasts for his lust had left him impatient and too desperate to worry about such small things. Instead, he found it much easier to simply to tear your dress in half as far as needed to allow your breasts to spill over it to his delight. He didn’t knead them or trail his rough kisses down to them, he simply wanted to watch them bounce speedily in reaction to his cock pounding into your wetness. You whimpered softly at his brute movement and hid your breasts behind your arms, feeling suddenly exposed but your shyness was only fuel to his fire.

“Don’t. You. Dare. Hide.” His voice was stern and firm as he ordered you, staring you down until you removed your arms. You dared not defy him. Not now. Only the Gods knew just exactly what this man was capable of. His eyes were steadily locked on you as he slid his pants down enough to release his thick cock from its imprisonment. The sheer sight of it made a moan hitch in your throat and your tongue glide over your bottom lip, only for your teeth to follow it while they sunk in the plump flesh. His tip was glistening in the pale moonlight, reflecting the light off the pre-come that slowly oozed from the head. A wave crashed over your body when he teased your sensitive nub with his tip, basking in the slight of your folds spreading apart while he proudly smeared his pre-come against your swollen aching lips in one quick stroke.

If he hadn’t been in heat just as you, he would’ve taken more time to arouse your entrance but instead his despair led him to swiftly slide into you. He growled with his teeth bare as he paused for a moment to revel in the tightness of your walls, giving your warm cunt barely enough time to adjust to his large throbbing cock.

His hips quickly began their long-intended work as he worked up their pace. The sounds of the slaps of moist skin soon built up and echoed through the woods. His grip was firmly under the backs of your thighs, just above the knees so as to push them back allowing him to watch your plush lips wrap around his cock. He mercilessly pounded into you. His braid hung from over his shoulder, bouncing against his fairly chiseled chest. His teeth clenched as he panted heavily. Droplets of sweat dripped slowly down his forehead, past his temples and cheekbones until they were lost in his beard.

You felt your climax wash over you like the thrashing waves of a storm against the cliffs near Kattegat but he cared not. He didn’t care if he prolonged your pleasure until hot tears streamed down your cheeks. Until you were squirming around under him like a snake or shaking like a leaf in the breeze. Until his name was carried loudly through the trees by your cries or who might hear or see you. He cared about filling you with his seed to make sure his pups would surely find their way into your belly to nestle deep inside.

His grunting soon started becoming ragged as his hips slowed in a one deliciously deep thrust and a warmth coated your slick walls, pooling deeply in your belly. You’d be carrying a litter of his pups come morning.

“U-Ubbe-” you started nervously through heavy pants.

Riding through the woods was pleasant with the large trees shading you from the afternoon sun. The pair of you took your time traveling, occasionally stopping so Ubbe could set a trap when he saw fit, until you came upon a small clearing in the wood.

“We should pause to eat here,” Ubbe offered as he tethered the horse’s reins to a branch. Holding out one hand to aid in your dismount, the other found it way to your waist as you slid off the saddle. Undoing the fastener that kept his cloak around his shoulders, Ubbe shed the garment and handed it to you suggesting, “Lay this down, we can use it as a blanket,” before turning to gather the lunch he had packed. You couldn’t help but sniff at the cloak, taking in the musky scent of Ubbe which stoked the warmth in the base of you belly.

Clouds began to move in, hiding the sun as you settled next to Ubbe. He had laid out a variety of fresh bread, cheese and fruits. You picked at the foods idly while chatting with the eldest Ragnarsson.

“My brothers and I will be leaving for a few days to hunt,” he mentioned as he handed you a waterskin filled with wine.

“Oh? All four of you?” Lifting the bladder to your lips, you tipped your head back and took a drink.

“Not Ivar. Hvitserk and I want it to be a short trip so he offered to stay home,” Ubbe explained, flubbing the details to hide the true nature of Ivar’s words as he reached for the small basket of black raspberries.

Gently brandishing an overripe berry, Ubbe brought the morsel to your mouth. You bit down, feeling the fruit explode and flood your tongue with juice. As you chewed, savoring the taste, Ubbe let the pad of his thumb dance across your stained lips, just barely brushing at your skin.

“Is it sweet?” he questioned in a low voice close to your ear. You gave an affirmative hum before he continued, “May I have a taste?”

Slightly confused, your eyes darted to the full basket—there was more than enough to share, so why had he asked?

Smiling inwardly at your perplexed expression, he cautiously nudged your chin to face him. With a bit more force, he swiped at your lip again before connecting his mouth with yours. Initially shocked by the contact, you let out a soft gasp, granting his tongue entry so that he could lave at your own, taking in the sweet juice that coated the walls of your mouth while also urging you to respond to the kiss.

With a sigh you melted into him, the rekindled heat flooding through your limbs and blinding your thoughts. His hand covered the expanse of your cheek to neck as your tongues twined together.

Breaking away, you caught your breath while Ubbe stayed close, running his nose along your cheek when he spoke in a soft voice, “I could curse Hvitserk for getting to you first.”

“What do you mean?” His statement caught you off guard—the last thing you expected him to mention at this moment was his brother. Pulling back, you searched his eyes, hoping for an answer.

“Well, I am the oldest and next in line for the throne. Imagine the respect I’d garner with an Omega as beautiful as you on my arm.” Though his words seemed so confident and matter-of-fact, you still reeled at how he spoke—like an entitled Alpha. Of all the Ragnarssons, Ubbe had struck you as the one least interested in social status.

Pivoting in you seat, you shifted out of his grasp, sliding his palm from where it rested under your hair. “An Omega is not a trophy. I am not a prize to be had and put on display,” you began, trying to keep a firm tone as you picked at invisible pieces of lint from your skirt in attempt to avoid eye contact. You could feel his intense gaze watching you and although you were not sure if it was in shock or admiration, you kept your chin held high. “I have spent my life having to follow orders from my father and other Alphas. I hope that my mate would be different, that he will treat me with respect—as an equal. I do not wish to spend my life just making babies, I want to raise fierce warriors alongside my partner—whoever that maybe.”

Ubbe said nothing as you finally rose to your feet. Though he did not strike you as the vindictive type who would punish you for such insolence—speaking out of turn the way you had—you were still well aware of the fact that you were alone in the woods with a young Alpha who you had willingly joined. If anything happened now, nobody would question his actions. Hoping to diffuse the tension of the moment, you looked skyward. “They clouds are getting quite dark, I fear it will rain soon. It is probably best for us to return to Kattegat.”

Silently moving in tandem, the pair of you worked to gather what was left of the food. Once everything was secured, Ubbe climbed onto the horse’s back and held his hand out to you. “It’ll be faster if we ride together.”

Keeping your eyes low and averted, you accepted the gesture and situated yourself in the front of the saddle. The positioning kept both of you close. He brought the edges of his cloak to wrap around your shoulders, presumably for protection from the impending weather and chill. You couldn’t ignore the way his chest pressed inline with your spine as you rode, his body swaying with the horse’s gait. His legs cradled yours as his arms circled your waist, forearms resting on his thighs as he held the reins.

The journey was silent—save for his clicks and commands to the steed along with the noises of the forest around you. You had grown comfortable with the quiet, no longer fearing Ubbe’s ire when he gave a slight cough to clear his throat.

“When I spoke before about you as my queen, I did not mean to offend, but now—reflecting on your comments—I see how I misspoke.” You chose not to respond. Keeping your head forward you suddenly found yourself fascinated with the small twitches of the horse’s ears, each moving independently to perceive its surroundings while simultaneously staying focused on the path ahead. With a tense sigh, Ubbe carried on, “The dream you describe of raising a family together is all I could ever ask for. If I was lucky enough to do so with you; I would be a happy man. I cannot promise to be perfect, but I hope that you will correct me when I make mistakes.”

It was not visible to Ubbe, but a small smile tugged at your cheeks as you listened to his apology.

Riding back to Kattegat, all was quite between you and Ubbe, each enjoying listening to the sound of nature that surrounded the pair of you—the sound of the rain hitting the sprouting leaves with a light pitter-patter.

It seemed the moment Ubbe’s horse crossed the threshold into the barn it began to pour—as if the clouds had held back, waiting for you to find shelter before releasing their deluge.

The eldest prince dismounted first before helping you to settle on your feet. Stepping away you found a nearby post to lean against as you watched Ubbe undressed his horse, brushing the sweat off her back before leading his mare to her designated stall so she could eat her dinner of oats. There was something about watching him care for another creature so intently—listening to him coo to the horse, murmuring how she was such a good girl, having done well all day and deserving to rest—that made your insides twist into knots. His words about starting a family together rang through your head while you watched the way his tunic stretched, taught across his shoulder blades as he reached to secure the pen.

Pivoting on his heel he approached where you rested. He raised his hand to scratch at the short hairs on the back of his scalp, looking anywhere but directly at you. He motioned, opening his mouth as if he was going to speak before snapping his jaw shut and turning away. He grabbed his cloak from the hook and held it open at the shoulders. “It doesn’t look like this rain will let up soon. I think it’d be best if you head back to the hall. You can take my cloak and stay dry, I’ll wait out the storm here in the barn,” Ubbe explained, swinging the wool and fur to wrap around your shoulders before you could disagree. Once the ties at the collar were fastened he dropped his hand to rest on the middle of your back, leading you to the exit of the barn.

The rain seemed to come down in sheets and you hesitated at stepping out into the storm—even with the added layer. The inclement weather wasn’t the only thing that drew you stay put. Shifting away from his touch you faced Ubbe and bit you lip.

“I don’t have to leave,” you suggested, cautiously looking up at him through your lashes as you raised your hand to meet his, lacing your fingers together. “I could stay here with you.” Hesitating for a moment, you wondered if you should finish your thought, but then choose to do it anyway. “I could stay here and help you keep warm.”

A grin grew on Ubbe’s face as he watched your eyes and took in the meaning of your words. Cautiously he raised his open hand to cup your flushed cheek but you dipped away, releasing your fingers from his just before he made contact.

Spinning out of his reach you gave a flourish to the cape, guiding the the hem to swing out. You shot him a teasing glance over your shoulder before moving aside. Ubbe’s hands tried to catch your waist but you were a step ahead, keeping close but still far enough away. You couldn’t help giggling every time his fingers barely missed the wool of the cloak. The chase kept up but it soon turned when you were too focused on your pursuer and not the path ahead. Unexpectedly, you found yourself in a corner, pressing your back against wooden boards while watching Ubbe’s hungry approach.

You could smell the desire on him. It had spiked the moment you suggested staying the night in the barn, and it was obvious what thoughts were flooding his mind. His eyes burned into yours as you nervously reached to fiddle with the fastener near your throat, worried about the beast you may have provoked with your teasing.

Once he was near his hands clamped around your middle, easily dragging you against his chest. “Did you plan on keeping me warm by making me chase you?” Ubbe questioned, pinching your chin between his thumb and index finger, forcing you to look at him.

Simpering at his accusation you tried to feign innocence but he wasn’t fooled. Jerking your face forward, he held your gaze. “Maybe I did,” you teased, watching the way his mouth twitched as he listened. “Was there something else you had in mind?”

“If you are going to behave like a brat, then I should treat you as such.” His voice was low with warning, a scratchy grow that made your stomach jump. You stood flush against the wall, pinned by his chest as he held your jaw, his thumb sliding to brush along your bottom lip. “Is that what you want? To be punished?”

Taking a shaky breath you watch the dark gleam in his eye. “How would you punish me?”

“I could keep you in my bed, forcing you to orgasm until you beg for me to stop.” His tongue danced across his lip, enjoying the wide-eyed expression you wore, hanging on his every word. “Then I’d fuck you until you can’t walk without thinking of me. I’d fill you with my seed until it takes and you bear my children.”

His words stunned you—freezing you inplace, overwhelmed but the thoughts his implication brought forth. Ubbe took advantage of your shocked reaction to wrap his arms around your waist, easily lifting you off your feet. The sudden action rocked you back to reality as you yelped and clutched the wool of his tunic. After two long strides, he pivoted to deposit you on top of the bale of hay. You let out an ‘oof’ on impact as his hands moved to brace next to your head.

He lowered himself slowly, bring his lips to capture yours. You met his kiss, eagerly pressing against him. Shifting, Ubbe rested on one elbow, freeing his other hand to blindly fiddle with the fasteners on your clothes. First he released the cloak, letting it fall flat to serve as a blanket again. He made fast work of the rest of your garments, yanking your long dress over your head without fully removing your apron and adornments. Pulling back, he took a moment to admire your figure, taking in the soft curve of your hips and belly as his calloused hand ran down your side.

His touch tickled, causing you try wriggle away from him but still his eyes burned as he watched the way you moved. His gaze made you anxious—in attempt to take the attention off of your own body, you reached for his vest fumbling with the buckles. As you raised your hands, Ubbe seemed to realize that he was still fully dressed. He aided your advances, eagerly peeling off his layers before returning to kiss you.  

There was an energy coursing through your limbs every time he touched your skin that was all too familiar. You were in heat and with every second you spent near Ubbe the urge increased exponentially. Pawing at his shoulders you attempted to draw him further against yourself. Your nails dragged across his trapezius, leaving a score of red on his skin in their wake.

This only encouraged the prince, biting at your collarbone as he drew your arm upwards, pinning your wrists next to your ears. The smell of Ubbe’s arousal flooded your senses, drowning out any logical thought. The closer he pressed the weaker you felt under him.

Easily manipulating your body, he twisted your torso to roll over. Resting on your belly you were still reeling at what was happening when Ubbe fisted the kerchief you wore to keep your hair back. He ripped the fabric from your head, letting your hair fall loose as he twirled it up. He gathered your arms behind your back before you could resist and secured it around your wrists.

Giving the tails two hard tugs, he ensured your wrists were immobile before leaning in. His chest lined with your spine as he moved to speak in your ear, “Don’t think I’ve forgotten about punishing you.” His breath fanned the side of your face as he pulled the knot tight with a final hard tug.

Ubbe moved away to kneel behind you, keeping one hand flat across your shoulder blades—forcing you to remain bent over, cheek resting against his cloak’s fur trim. Having your nose buried in his scent only stoked the fire in you, urging on your heat as Ubbe grabbed at your hips, lifting you to rest on your knees.

You let out a mindless, wanton moan as his palm smoothed over the expanse of your ass, edging close to your center. Just as his thumb began to brush your outer lips his hand lifted away.

Without warning Ubbe dropped his open hand to slap your ass. Skin cracked against skin as his palm made contact. You couldn’t hold back the yelp that passed your lips, nor the following one as he spanked your other cheek. By the third you had turned your head into the fur, trying to muffle your sound. The effort was proven futile when Ubbe wove his fingers into your hair, drawing your head back, craning your neck so you couldn’t hide your gasps.

“Do you want me to stop?” Ubbe teased, rubbing his nose against your temple as he kept you in such a vulnerable position. “Will you be my good girl now?”

“Please,” you gasped, trying to push your ass against his erection. Shifting your hips, you slid against his shaft until Ubbe finally released your hair. With a bruising grip, he shifted your hips into place, holding himself as he lined up with your center. Your pussy welcomed him as he pressed forward, sinking into your warmth. Biting your lip you tried to stay quiet until his hips hit yours.

Before you could fully adjust to his girth, Ubbe was pulling back and slamming back in. His hips cracked against your ass over and over in hard thrusts. With each impact you were driven further into the soft hay, a moaning mess that cared only about receiving what the prince had to give. He carried on at a hard pace, pounding into you with such force you could do nothing but take the brutal treatment.

You whimpered when he found his end—begging for him as he released, cumming inside of you. Ubbe seemed to collapse immediately, curling around your back before drawing you to lay on your side, spooning with him. His limp prick slid from your pussy as you shifted, feeling the warm trickle of his cum following it.

Wiggling slightly you cuddled back against him, almost forgetting about your arms before he undid the knot, releasing your hands. Shaking out the square of raw fabric, he flattened the kerchief against his hand before bring it to swipe between your legs. With a hard press he drew the fabric forward, gliding his covered fingers between your labia to best mop up the wet.

You laid halfway on your back, one arm looped backwards around Ubbe’s neck as he brought the square of his fabric to his nose. He gave a deep grunt as he inhaled the scent of your heat smeared across the wool.

“The perfect way to think of your while I’m hunting,” Ubbe growled after depositing the kerchief with his clothes. Returning his attention to you, he wrapped his arm tight around your shoulders, holding you firm against his chest.

Nuzzling your cheek against his chest hair you made yourself comfortable, sinking into the warmth of his body and  as you drifted off to sleep.

Than you for reading! please tell me what you thought! and if you have any ideas or suggestions of where this should go tell me, im open

You had never been with an alpha. You didn’t know the swell of his cock-- the sheer size. Impossibly large, more than the betas or omegas you teased around with while claiming Alphas were harmful to society. You now knew the impossible stretch around his cock as he rutted his prick deeply inside of you. Your cheek was tight against the wood as Ubbe hovered over you, teeth bared.

“Open your mouth.” Ubbe holds your cheek in between his clawed fingers. The other contained your hips in a vice like grip, hips forcing his cock to sear deep into your moistening vaginal walls. At first-- it was hard. Blood coated his cock. The more you forced yourself to focus, the easier it became. Your lips spread willingly for Ubbe. A pleased, almost teasing rumble slides up his throat as he angles your chin towards him.

“Good little beta.” He rumbles. “I know you are not made for this. But maybe you could get used to taking fat cocks.”

A helpless whimper slides up your throat as Ubbe’s thumbs force your jaw apart at the cheek, drooling a long line of his saliva into your mouth. You squeeze your eyes shut, thick with unrepentant disgust as he releases you by shoving your head back into the oak. His hands come back to their place on your hips. Your walls begin to feel raw by the force of his thrusts an sheer size but finally-- he begins to twitch within you.

You’re almost glad for it. You would have been, if not for the ring of muscle growing at the base of his cock. He forces you to take his thrusts as you squirm. “I’m not your breeding bitch!” You squeal and for all that fuss, Ubbe laughs. He pumps his seed in ropes within your body, kissing the cervix and filling you even as you push your hands back on him. He tightly pulls your hands behind your back, the knot doing the work of keeping you on him. He leans in close.