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“Hey.” You ignore the random alpha woman calling after you and stumble down the alley. Maybe wandering away from your friends at the pub wasn’t the brightest idea, but you’ve committed now, you’re not going to question your drunken thoughts. “You don’t just get to walk away.” You can hear the alpha stomping after you down the dingy alley.

“Fuck off.” You slur over your shoulder.

“You little tease.” A heavy hand lands on your shoulder, and you get yanked back against a dumpster. “You kissed me, you little shit.” The alpha’s older, far past the age they should have a mate. “You don’t get to walk away when I expect a little more action.”

“I said fuck off.” You spit as the woman growls in your face.

“I’m so tired of damn omegas walking around thinking they own the world. Thinking you have all the power based on when you decide to spread your legs.” She hisses. “You want to see real power?” Her nails bite into your shoulder, and her fingers brush the top of your shirt, tearing the fabric away from your neck.

If you were more sober, you’d shiver, but you don’t even feel the cold air. You barely process what she’s looking for. “You’re not mated. There’s nothing stopping you from spreading your legs for me.”

“Shove off.” The woman suddenly stumbles as she’s shoved away. You cringe as a familiar voice echoes through the alley.

“Who the fuck are you? We’re busy here.” The frustrated alpha snarls at Lara.

“No, you’re not,” Lara growls and steps in front of you. She stretches her arm out over your body protectively.

“Is he… yours?” The other alpha pauses, examining the way Lara shields you with her body. “He’s not marked.”

“Yes,” Lara says, and your head swirls with the thought of her claiming you so openly.

The other alpha’s jaw flexes for a moment as she looks over Lara, determining whether she’s a threat. Finally, she sighs and raises her hands in surrender. “Sorry, didn’t know. Mark your freaking mate, bitch. And your little slut kisses me, so maybe give him a whipping for teasing other alphas. There are lots out there that won’t be as nice as me.”

The muscles in Lara’s jaw work overtime as she stares daggers in the back of the woman’s head as she disappears down the alley. You watch Lara instead, your attention now entirely focused on the true alpha of your desires. Once she’s satisfied the other alpha has disappeared, Lara’s rage turns to you.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” She growls in your face and backs you up against the brick wall of the alley.

“I was having fun.” You growl right back, but your words slur. You weren’t having fun; you were ready to go home hours ago, but your friends were trying to cheer you up, and they kept buying you drinks, so you kept drinking. Right up until you met the other alpha and stumbled from the bar. You had kissed her in the alley, but your mind kept wandering back to Lara- the reason for your torment in the first place. The other woman wasn’t exactly happy when you tried to walk away from her, but apparently, Lara was here to save you. Your knight in shining armor, or leather jacket.

“You were being idiotic.” Lara snaps.

“You’re such a tool.” You try to push her away, but she overpowers you, keeping you pinned against the wall.

“I’m a tool? You’re the one walking around like a slag kissing other alphas.” Lara hisses, her lips inches from yours.

“Other alphas?” You mock. “What’s the matter? Jealous?” You smirk, already knowing the answer; you can smell it radiating off her. As you drink in the sharp scent of her anger, you get the drunk realization that this is exactly what you hoped to gain from kissing another alpha, though how Lara stumbled upon the interaction, you don’t know.

Lara bares her teeth, and her eyes flick down to your lips. Before you can think, she smashes her lips against yours. You moan into her mouth as she shoves roughly against the wall. She wraps her arms around your waist, grabbing a fistful of your ass. Lara presses her hips against yours, and you moan as you feel her hard cock through her jeans. You kiss each other hungrily, desperation pouring through the pair of you.

Her tongue slides against your lips, and she pulls away. “You taste like cheap booze.” She mutters, panting against your lips.

“Who cares?” You fumble for her belt. “I want you to fuck me. I need your cock, Lara.” You moan as you get her belt unhooked, but she grabs your wrists and pulls your hands away.

Lara pants softly and licks her lips. “You’re drunk.” You roll your eyes. Lara won’t fuck you. She refuses. But she’s happy to put you on your knees anytime she needs to get off. She’s gone down on you as well to return the favor, but she won’t claim you the way you need. It’s the main cause of your frustration.

“I want your cock inside me.” You whine. “I want you to fucking breed me, Lara.”

Lara clenches her jaw and releases your wrists. “You think I’m gonna fuck you after catching you making out with that bitch.” She steps away and turns to fix her belt. “Come on, I’m taking you home.”

“Should’ve fucked the other alpha instead.” You mumble. Lara growls softly, a low rumble in her chest, and your desperation for her only increases. She grabs your bicep and yanks you forward. She drags you after her and down the alley. The next half hour is a blur of getting shoved into the back of a car and driven home.

You doze off at some point during the drive and half wake up as Lara lifts you from the backseat. She carries your bridal style into the manor and through the halls until setting you gently on her bathroom floor. You sink onto the cold tile floor and try to fight the waves of nausea threatening to overtake you.

“You need to shower. Can still smell that other alpha on you.” She mutters to herself as you groan on the floor. You bury your face in your hands at the bright bathroom lights and ignore the sound of the shower turning on.

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You wake up the next morning with a splitting headache. For a few minutes, all you can do is bury your face in the sheets and block out all the light. They’re Lara’s sheets, and you breathe deeply, inhaling her scent.

“Morning.” You groan at the sound of Lara’s voice. It’s entirely too loud. She laughs, and the bed dips beside you as she sits down. You fight briefly for the sheets as she tries to get you uncovered. She wins, and you wince at the light, even though she’s had the decency to keep the curtains drawn; there’s still way too much light in the room.

“Open.” She pushes two small pills inside your mouth and then shoves a water bottle against your lips. “Drink.” You lift your head up to drink, gulping greedily, and you hadn’t realized how dry your mouth had been. Dribbles flow down your chin, but you don’t care. She pulls the bottle away after a moment.

“Is there something you want to say to me?” Lara prods your side gently.

“No.” You groan. “How did you find me last night?” You remember the alley, vaguely. Mostly flashes of trying to get Lara’s pants off against the alley wall while her tongue was in your mouth. Most of the other night is a blur; you don’t remember coming home or how Lara got you into bed.

“You called me.” There’s a slight frown on her lips. “I was in the shower, didn’t pick up, but I got your voicemail.”

“Voicemail…” You can’t for the life of you remember what you said. “What did I say?”

“You don’t remember?” Lara’s frown deepens.

“Uh, no?” You shrug.

Lara sighs and reaches into her pocket. She pulls out her phone and taps the screen a few times before she holds it out. There’s silence for a moment, then the sound of your own drunken voice echoes through the speakers of your phone.

“Hey, hey, Lara, I think I need a ride.” You listen as you ramble off the details of the bar, and then there’s a long pause, so you think and hope it’s over, but of course, it’s not. “So you come here, pick me up, and then take me to bed. Not that you’ll take me to bed. God Lara. Why won’t you fuck me? You treat me like some little mouth whore for you. You’re happy to put me on my knees but won’t actually show me any love. It’s not like we haven’t already crossed the line of what siblings should do. You think sticking your knot up in me will make it worse? Why won’t you just breed me, Lara? I want it so bad, and you know it. You want to know what I think? You’re scared. You’re scared it’ll make this more real. You’re scared that if you mate me, you’ll have to actually acknowledge what we’re doing. But that’s fine. If you don’t want me the way I want you, I’ll find another alpha who will. Maybe I’ll go get what I want right outside. Bet I could find another alpha who’s not scared of their own cock.”

She clicks the voicemail off. “There’s another whole minute, but it just goes on like that.” You can’t even look at her.

“Well.” You shrug and sit up in her bed. You already said it, so you might as well double down. “I didn’t say anything that’s not true.”

“I’m not afraid of my penis,” Lara mutters.

“Well, I’m not either, but it seems like you think I am.” Your eyes wander over her bare arms. You don’t know how she ever expects you to have a serious conversation with her when she’s always in a tank top showing off her biceps.

She sighs and shakes her head. “I can’t mate you.”

“Huh, never would’ve pegged you to have performance issues, but I’m pretty sure they have medicine for that.” You mock and climb out of the bed around her. She trails after you into her bathroom.

“I know what you’re doing. You’re not going to goad me into fucking you.” Lara says. You ignore her and start brushing your teeth. You’ve been sleeping in Lara’s room a lot, so a lot of your bathroom and nighttime stuff has been relocated to her quarters. Lara hovers over your shoulder, waiting until you finish to continue. “You’re too young to be mated.”

“Bullshit.” You snap. “You don’t get to play protective big sister now. I see how it is. It’s fine for you to stick your cock down my throat, but not actually be my mate.”

“That’s not-” Lara starts, but sighs. “It’s not fair to mate you now. You’re still in school. We’re talking about a lifelong commitment here. You’re not thinking clearly.”

“I am thinking clearly.” You wrap your arms around her neck. “I want you to make me yours.”

“Are you familiar with the phrase, ‘thinking with your penis’?” Lara says as you pull her forward, backing yourself against the bathroom counter. “That’s what you’re doing.”

You hum as she rests her hands on your hips. “But I don’t have one.”

“You know what I mean. You’re horny.” Lara says.

“Well, of course, I’m horny.” You snap. “I know I’m horny and I know I want you to mate me.”

“I can’t.” Lara groans. “Especially now, not when I’m…” She trails off and looks away.

“When you’re what?” You follow Lara’s eyes to the small travel bag in the corner. Her hands fall from your hips as she feels you stiffen. You drop your arms from around her neck as anger rises through you. “You’re leaving again?”

“I didn’t know how to tell you,” Lara says as she takes a step back. You can’t believe she’s just up and running all around the world again. She’s only been back for a couple of months.

“When do you leave?” You growl.

“2 days.” Lara’s voice is soft, and as you shoulder past her. “Wait.” She follows you as you storm out of her room. “It’s only for three weeks. A month at most, I-” She stops as you slam your bedroom door in her face.

“Can you come out here?” Lara calls through your door as you throw yourself into your own bed.

“Fuck off, Lara.” You growl.

“Can I come in?” She says softly.

“No.”

“I meant to tell you sooner, but I didn’t know how.” She talks through the door at you. “But this is why I said we should wait. When you’re mated, your heats will be more intense, and I have so many places I need to go for my research. I’m not ready to settle down yet.”

“I never asked you to settle down, Lara.” You mumble into your pillow. “Go. Go see the whole fucking world. Come back to visit when you want me to suck you off again.”

It’s so quiet in the hall that you think she walked away, but then your door swings open. You curse yourself for not locking that door. “I never meant to make you feel like I was using you.” Lara walks slowly across your room. “I do want to be your mate, but I want you to have time to think about it. Time where we’re not walking around in a cloud of pheromones."

She’s standing by your bed; you can feel her presence. But you refuse to look at her. “I meant what I said, too. If you’re mated, your mating cycle will be more intense, and I don’t want to put you through that when I know I’ll keep traveling for work.”

The words make sense, but the storm of emotions overpowers rational sense. You continue ignoring her until she gives up with a heavy sigh and leaves you alone. The next day and a half, you spend trying to avoid her at all costs. Realistically, you know you should be spending as much time with her as you can before she’s gone again, but you’re too angry to see reason.

You want her to feel as bad as you do, and so you make every effort to punish her. You want Lara to feel as bad as leaving about you do. You ignore every word she says to you and brush off her soft touches. But somehow, it only makes you feel worse. The only comfort is that Lara seems to feel bad, too. It’s apparent when she comes sulking into your room like a kicked puppy the morning she’s supposed to leave. It’s early, the sun barely peaking over the horizon. You’re already awake, you had barely slept, too anxious for her departure.

“I’m leaving.” She says, like you don’t already know. “I don’t want to leave things like this. Can you please say something to me before I go?”

“Bye.” You grunt and roll over to face the wall. You can’t look at her. Not in her stupid cargo pants and stupid jacket. With the stupid perfect phase that makes your heart burn with the thought of her leaving.

Lara sighs. “This is what I’m meant to do. I’m sorry if that hurts you. But if this doesn’t work for you, then it means I was right. Goodbye.” She leans over and kisses your cheek softly. “I love you.” She leaves without another word, leaving you alone in the manor once more.

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Lara’s absence is more noticeable than it’s ever been in your entire life. You miss her almost every second of every day. Even after school starts up and her scheduled return gets closer, you still ache for her. Her last words ring in your mind. Maybe it’s just the fact that you despise her being right. She’s not right. You know who Lara is and what her life plans are. Lara’s been talking about following in your father’s footsteps since you met her.

Your thoughts revolve around Lara constantly. It was starting to get noticed. “What’re you thinking about?”

“Sister.” You say as you scratch your pencil across your paper.

“She’s been gone for what? 4 weeks now?” Emily says as she looks up from her computer. “Why are you so preoccupied? We’re supposed to be studying.” She’s not wrong. That’s the reason she came over, but sitting at your kitchen counter, your thoughts keep returning to the time Lara had eaten you out inches from where you’re sitting.

“32 days.” You correct and drop your pencil, giving up. “She was supposed to be back already.”

“Didn’t she call you like 3 days ago?” Emily sighs. You can tell she’s getting fed up with the topic of conversation, but you can’t imagine why. It’s not like she was exactly studying either. She’s been asking you all kinds of personal questions instead of focusing on your schoolwork.

“It was the middle of the night. I got the voicemail, and she said she’d be back soon, but what’s soon?”

“Who cares? I thought you guys hated each other.” Emily raises her eyebrows at you, waiting for an explanation.

Before you can start, the front door creaks. You know it’s her before you even stand up; her scent practically fills the whole house. You walk through the house in a haze, instinctively seeking out the alpha. She’s dropping a duffel bag when you come around the corner and slam into her side.

Lara grunts in surprise before wrapping her arms around you. “Missed you.” She mumbles against your neck and tightens her hold. You feel her chest rise as she inhales your scent. Her breath hitches, and her arms loosen.

“What’s wrong?” You try to keep hold of her, but she pulls away.

“What’s this?” She grabs a fistful of the jacket you’re wearing. Her knuckles are white as she grips the thin material.

“Oh, that’s mine.” Emily’s voice startles you both. Lara, because she hadn’t known you had company, and you, because you’d completely forgotten she was there.

Lara’s shoulders square as she stares down your friend. “Who’s this?” She’s talking to you, but doesn’t tear her gaze from the younger girl.

“This is my friend, Emily.” You feel the need to specify friend, because Lara looks like she’s about to get all territorial alpha on you. You’d be more worried if it wasn’t making your boxers wet. You didn’t think much of being friends with an alpha, and you wouldn’t have thought Lara would react like this. Her jaw flexes.

“We have a lot of family stuff to discuss. Your friend should go.” Lara’s voice has dropped an octave, just a step above a growl.

“We’re studying.” Emily shrugs.

“You’re done.” Lara snaps, and before you can stop her, she yanks the jacket down your arms and throws it at the other alpha. “Don’t forget your jacket.” Emily frowns before shifting to glare at her as  Lara grabs her bag and stomps off down the hall.

“She’s rude.” Emily turns to you with a bewildered look.

“She’s not usually like that. Must be jet lag.” You shrug, apologizing for her behavior. “But you should probably go.”

“Yeah, I guess.” Emily gathers her stuff from the kitchen quickly and returns to the front door. “Here. In case you get cold. ” She passes the jacket back into your hands. “I’ll call you.”

The door barely shuts behind her, and you’re rushing off to find Lara. She hasn’t really made it far. She’s waiting when you round the corner to the living room and practically attacks you once you’re in arm's reach. Her mouth is hot on yours, tongue sliding between your lips as you gasp. Her kiss is hungry and desperate, wordlessly telling you that she’s missed you as much as you missed her.

You moan as she shoves you backwards onto the couch. Her body follows yours, knee sliding between your legs to press against your core. She cups your jaw with one hand and reaches down with the other. Her fingers brush fabric, and she growls against your mouth. Your hips jump up, humping her leg at the noise.

“Why the fuck do you have this again?” She tears her mouth away from yours and yanks the forgotten jacket from your hand.

“Oh, she gave it to me.” You shrug and try to lean up to kiss her, but she holds you down by your jaw.

“Why did you accept it?” Lara snaps.

“What? It’s just a jacket, Lara.” You squirm, trying to buck your hips against her, hoping she’ll get the hint that conversation isn’t what you’re after.

“You accepted it.” She mutters. “Fuck.” She shoves herself off you and the couch.

“Lara?” You whine as she throws the jacket across the room. “Come back.”

“No.” She grunts. “You have every right to pursue other alphas. I won’t push you into this.”

“Pursue other…” You trail off, confused. “What are you talking about?”

“You can’t think I’m that dumb. I’m not going to keep fooling around with you while you’re accepting courting gifts from another alpha.” Lara huffs and refuses to turn around to face you.

“Courting gifts?”

Lara turns slowly. “Are you that oblivious? The jacket is a courting gift. She’s trying to court you, and you’re letting her.”

“No, I’m not.” You sit up and face her. “It’s just a jacket, I didn’t think she was trying to court me.” Lara frowns at you for a long moment. “I’m not lying, Lara.” You sigh.

“I believe you.” She mutters, and her eyes rake over you. “But that girl is not welcome in this house.” You roll your eyes as she reaches into her pocket. “I got this for you.”

You accept the small box and open it while she watches in anticipation. It’s a small golden necklace with an intricate symbol. “It’s… wow, Lara.” You look up at her. She’s smiling nervously. “Lara… is this? This is a courting gift.”

“See, a good alpha makes their intentions clear.” Her tone is far more snarky than you’re used to, and it briefly reminds you of teenage Lara.

“You’re courting me.” You can’t keep the goofy smile off your face.

“Yes. Now that you’ve had time to think, I wanted to see if you-” She can’t even get the whole sentence out. You launch yourself at her, pressing your lips to hers. Lara catches you and slowly backs you up onto the couch. “Felt the same way.” She finally finishes as you break the kiss to pant. “It’s a protection symbol. I found one like it, but gave it to a museum. This is just a replica, but it’s still-”

“Perfect.” You mumble. “Yes, you can court me.” You moan as her hips press to yours. You can feel her hard cock through her pants and arch up against her.

“I’m no expert, but usually courtship is a slow progression that leads to mating,” Lara says as she slides her hands up your shirt.

“So, are you going to fuck me or not?” You grunt. You’re far past following social customs.

Lara smirks as she pulls your shirt over your head. “You know I had a whole plan for our first real time.” She says as you grab at her belt, quickly pulling it through the loops.

“Oh, yeah?” You say breathily as she yanks your pants and boxers down and tosses them onto the floor.

“Our living room couch wasn’t my plan. It was going to be romantic, after the long courting process, and ah fuck.” Lara grunts as you finally get her pants and underwear low enough to grab her cock.

“This is romantic.” You stroke her length slowly, watching the small bead of precum dribble from her tip. You throw one leg off the couch, spreading your legs for her. You try to angle her cock towards your dripping center, but Lara brushes your hand off.

“Let me get you ready first.” Lara trails kisses down your sternum. “It’s your first time, I don’t want to jump right in and hurt you.”

“Oh yeah.” You huff, already impatient. “Because you’re so big, aren’t you?” You say sarcastically.

Lara smirks as she kisses your clit and grabs your hips to pin you back to the couch when they jerk up. You want to wipe that cocky grin off her face, but lose the ability to make a comeback when she licks a stripe through your dripping folds.

Lara breathes in your scent as she eats you out, hungrily feasting on you. “So, wet for me.” Lara flicks her tongue over your clit, enjoying how you moan. She pushes two fingers inside you, stretching you slowly. You gasp at the intrusion and squirm on the couch. She takes her time, playing with your clit with her tongue while slowly fingering you open.

“Lara…” You moan as your orgasm approaches embarrassingly quickly. Lara hums as she sucks softly on your clit, making your eyes roll back into your head. She adds a third finger, the added stretch sending you over the edge.

After so long without her, you cum hard in her mouth. She helps you through it, keeping her pace steady while you writhe. You hump up into her mouth, but she pins your hips down, forcing you to stay still. She keeps eating you out till you get sensitive and start squirming away. You pant against the couch as she crawls back up your body and kisses you. You can taste yourself on her tongue as she slides it against yours.

You whine softly when she breaks the kiss and looks down to position herself. You wince as the head of her cock pushes against you. She grunts as she slips her tip inside you, your slick providing the lube she needs. You flinch at the stretch; she’s thicker than anything you've had before. “What was that you were saying before? About me being so big?”  Lara mocks as she pushes her hips deeper.

“Fucking hell, Lara.” You whimper as she slowly works her cock into you.

“You’re taking me so well.” She groans and as she bottoms out inside you, resting her knot against your. “So fucking tight.”

Her cock is stretching you out in the best way, but it feels so good at the same time. Your brain is overloaded. You can’t imagine taking anything more, but her knot is swollen and intimidating right on the edge of your cunt. But at the same time, instincts are pushing you to shove your hips down and take all of her while she cums inside you. “You’re so big, Lara.” You say softly, with zero of the mocking tone you had before.

“I know,” Lara smirks down at you. “I’ll be gentle.” She draws her hips back till just the tip remains inside you and then pushes back in slowly. You both groan as she sinks back into you. She fits perfectly inside you, like you were made for each other.

She thrusts into you slowly at first, but her thrusts slowly get harder and faster. Lara grunts and moans as she fucks into you. “Fuck, baby.”

“Feels so good.” You moan.

Yeah,” Lara moans, spurred by your words. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum.”

“Mark me.” You wrap your arms around her neck and pull her head down. Lara nips softly at your neck. Her teeth graze just above your mating point, softly as not to actually break the skin. “Lara…” You whine. She knows what you meant, but is refusing to give it to you.

“Hush.” She murmurs and presses her lips over the sensitive spot at the base of your neck. “You gonna take my knot, baby?” You nod softly, taking the distraction from her refusal to mark you permanently. Lara groans softly and presses her cock deeply into you. You feel her knot press against your entrance and grit your teeth.

“Can’t.” You cry as her knot threatens to stretch you. “Too big.”

“Shhh. You said you would take it.” Lara growls. “So take it.” She presses her hips forward harder, and you try to squirm away, but she grabs hold of the couch beside your head, trapping you. “Relax. You said you wanted this. To be my omega? Then you have to take me, baby. Take my knot. Take my cum.”

Tears roll down your cheeks, but you try to relax, letting her knot slide past your entrance. Lara moans and drops her head against your shoulder. She collapses as her knot slides all the way into you and swells up, locking her cock firmly in place inside you as she starts to cum. Lara moans and groans in your ear as her cum spills inside you.

She ruts her hips weakly against you as her cock throbs deep in your cunt. Her orgasm seems to go on forever; you doubt she’s had time to relieve herself while on her mission. Finally, after her balls are completely drained inside you, her hips go limp, dropping on top of you. She pants, her breath tickling your neck. You relax into each other, you’ll be stuck together until her knot goes down, which should be about 10 minutes.

“You did well for your first time.” She says after a few moments of catching her breath. “Took me so well. It shouldn’t hurt that much again.”

You’re still in a haze, the feeling of being so full of Lara making it hard to think of anything else. But your brain circles back to the skin on your pulse point being noticeably unbroken. “Unless I find someone bigger.”

“Excuse me?” Lara growls and props herself up on her forearm to glare at you.

“What? If you’re not gonna mark me, I’m free to find other alphas.” You say, but your tone is soft. You’re angry, but you’re exhausted.

“You are not.” Lara hisses and grabs your jaw, nails biting into your chin. Her grip softens as she sees the furrow of your brow. “I may have been unable to resist the urge to fuck you like this, but I do want to make sure when I mark you as my omega, it’s special. I promise, I have every intention of giving you my mate mark, but not after couch sex.”

“Okay.” You soften, satiated by her promise. “We’ll have bed sex next time.”

“Ambitious, aren’t you?” Lara laughs and shifts slightly, tugging at her knot inside you. “I don’t think I’m gonna make it to bed. As soon as you’re ready, I’m gonna need to go again.”

“Say the thing about making me your omega again.” You mumble, your cunt growing slicker at the thought of her taking you again.

Lara smirks and starts kissing your neck. She rocks her hips against you; her knot is still too big to pull out, but she still enjoys the feeling of shifting her cock around inside you. “Yeah? You want me to tell you about how I’m going to bite you right,” she drags her teeth over your pulse points, “here?”

“Lara.” You whine. “Stop teasing.”

The first time Lara came back traumatized from some expedition halfway across the world, you had hoped she would rein it back in. Maybe actually stay at the mansion for a bit, but no. She ran off and got an apartment in London and barely came around again. So the same old Lara you were used to.

She was never the most present with you. You had been adopted young, soon before the death of Lady Croft, so you couldn’t really bond through grief. Richard tried to include you at least, but you didn’t have the same passion for archaeology as Lara, and frankly, you always got the impression that she didn’t want you there. She was used to being an only child and was, in your opinion, quite the spoiled brat. It only made worse that she was an alpha, because, of course, she was; how could Lara Croft be anything else?

It got worse after Richard died. Lara was 15 when she found him dead. You were only 10 when the pair of you were left in the care of Roth. He and Lara were quite the pair, leaving you to yourself quite often. Not that Roth was around all that much anyway. It was mostly you and Lara avoiding each other for the better part of 3 years before she ran off to college. It was halfway through her schooling that she suddenly started making an effort to have a relationship with you.

You figured it had something to do with the single friend she made, Sam. Sam seemed like a good influence, but in your mind, the chance for a relationship with your ‘sister’ had passed. But when you got the invitation to her graduation, you felt obliged to attend. It was at the event that she told you she was planning some wild expedition halfway around the world. You weren’t fond of the idea and had a big fight just before she left.

But then she came back. She was different, clearly changed by the experience. Lara had stayed at the mansion for a month, recuperated, and moped. Then all of a sudden she was gone, off living in an apartment. You saw each other scarcely in the two years that followed. She only came by when Jonah forced her to come see you. And when she was around, it was clear she was focused on something else.

And then, she left again. You hadn’t bothered arguing this time. You didn’t speak to her at all when she came to tell you she was going on another expedition. The silent treatment was childish, but you are still in the first year of college, which was childish enough in your mind. You didn’t even speak when she showed back up two weeks later, bruised and battered. She didn’t seem bothered by your lack of response; she had showered and had been asleep for approximately 32 hours when you last checked.

“Morning.” 32 hours was her limit, apparently. Lara walks into the kitchen in a loose tank top and pajama pants. She smiles to herself as she sees you leaning over a bowl of cereal.

“It’s the middle of the day.” You respond flatly.

“Oh, it speaks.” Lara fakes astonishment as she leans over the counter. “Why are you still up? Don’t you have class?”

“It’s summer break, and my school is hardly any of your business.” You bury your nose in your phone, trying to brush her off. Lara playing ‘good big sister’ is one of your least favorite games.

“I’ll remember that next time you send me your tuition bill.” Lara snorts. There’s no rebuttal for that. Lara was the oldest and only biological child, so with Richard’s will apparently nonexistent, she was the sole inheritor. You could have tried to fight it in court, or something, as Lara’s uncle had, for some reason, tried to urge you to. But there was no point, Lara said she’d take care of, and you didn’t mind. She left you alone for the most part, paid for the house, your school, and necessities.

She doesn’t let you sit in silence for long.  “Do you remember Ana?”

“Yeah.”

“She’s dead.” Lara watches you closely, like she’s gauging your reaction.

“Okay?” You shrug; you hadn’t been the biggest fan of the woman.

She watches you for a moment. “She told me something about dad, before she died.”

“Wait, she was with you in Siberia?”

“Yes. There’s this cult, and Ana was a part of it.” You stare at her, dumbfounded. She had told you the stories of Yamatai and the events that had happened there. You chalked it up to trauma, I mean, Sam had ended up in a psychiatric hospital, so it makes sense Lara had to have some way of coping. But as she recounts the story of a cult, an ancient sister, an immortal man, and the conspiracy about your father, it’s too much.

“Just stop, Lara.” You stand up, unable to listen. “You sound like Dad at the end.” You had long since accepted that your father had mental health issues heavily related to his area of study. It’s part of the reason you had problems with Lara following so closely in his footsteps.

“He wasn’t wrong. Eternal Life. I found it.” Lara insists. “And Dad didn’t kill himself, Trinity-”

“Enough. Lara stop. You sound deluded. I don’t know what happened, but you need help processing it. Talk to a doctor or something.” You try to push past her, taking your bowl to the sink. Your appetite is gone.

“I thought you would understand.” Lara frowns, and you can smell her anger as you walk by her without even meeting her eyes. “Don’t you want to believe in him?”

“Of course I do, Lara,” You sigh, drop your bowl in the sink, and turn back to face her. “But I’ve accepted reality. Why can’t you?”

“You’re too stubborn.” Lara shakes her head.

“Good, I’m really earning the Croft last name then.” You spit.

Lara sighs and takes a deep breath. “I don’t know why you won’t believe me. Sam believed me from the first time I told her about father’s ideas, and you never have.”

“Yeah, and look where that got her.” It’s a low blow, and you know it. You say it purely because you know it’ll hurt, and it does. For a brief moment, Lara looks like you’ve slapped her, but very quickly her face shifts into looking like she wants to slap you. But she doesn’t.

She punches you instead. Her fist connects with the edge of your jaw. It’s not hard; she doesn’t put any weight behind it, but it still hurts. You stumble back, catching yourself on the edge of the counter. For a second, you consider retaliating, but just as your fingers curl into a fist, Lara growls, “Don’t.” You consider it briefly, decide it’s a fight you wouldn’t win, and let your hands go limp.

“Fuck you.” You grumble and choose the safer option, tactical retreat. You step around her and storm out of the kitchen. You stomp through the house, slamming your bedroom door for good measure.

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You avoid her the rest of the day. You make sure to avoid the hall connecting your bedrooms until after you hear her getting ready for bed late that night. A quick peek in the hall shows no light under her door, so you start to creep down the hall, but stop when you pass her door. Soft whimpers come from her room.

Against your better judgment, you push the door open. The room is cold. Lara must have forgotten to shut the window, and a cold wind blows into the room. The whimpering is Lara; she’s thrown most of her bedding off. Only a sheet remains, strewn over the lower half of her body. Her skin glows in the moonlight shining through the open window. She’s soaked in sweat, tank top nearly soaked through. The scent of her agitation is thick in the air.

She squirms, grunting in her sleep. “Lara.” You whisper softly, slowly walking across the room. “Lara.” You say louder, she still doesn’t stir, too lost in her nightmare. You hover over her for a moment before reaching out and gently shaking her shoulder. Her eyes shoot open, and her hand flies under her pillow. The flash of metal sparks your instincts, and you drop down to the floor just as Lara lashes out.

“What the hell?” You shout and scramble away. Your eyes are stuck on the climbing axe embedded in her wall just above where your head was a moment ago.

“Oh,” Lara pants, hand still wrapped around the end of her axe. “What are you doing? You scared me.”

“Scared you?!” You jump to your feet. “You tried to axe me. Why do you sleep with an axe under your pillow?”

“Just in case.” The alpha grunts and rips the axe from the drywall.

“In case what?” You step back as she clicks on the lamp and starts inspecting the damage.

“Trinity comes for me,” Lara answers like it’s the simplest thing in the world. She’s under the impression that this Trinity cult is going to come to your house and attack her.

“Wait, you think people are going to break in in the middle of the night, and you didn’t think to tell me? And you were what? Planning on axing them all to death?”

“Well, I was going to, but you threw a tantrum earlier. And no, but I can’t sleep with a gun under my pillow, that’s why I put it in the nightstand.” Lara points towards the drawer.

“You-” You huff, at a complete loss for words. Lara lets you stew in silence; she’s too busy inspecting the damage to her wall. You get distracted from your thoughts watching her. She runs her long fingers over the cut in the wall.

“I’m sorry if I woke you,” Lara mutters, finally turning to look at you.

“I wasn’t sleeping.” You say, “What were you dreaming about?”

“It was just a dream, nothing worth talking about.” Lara returns the axe to its spot under her pillow. “You should get to bed, it’s late.” Lara gestures to the hall and your bedroom on the other side. You shake your head but leave her to her nightmares. It takes you forever to fall asleep. Lara just casually left you with the thoughts that some kind of assassins would be breaking into your house at some point, but eventually, you manage to get past it and sleep.

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Lara doesn’t say anything of substance the next day. She spends most of the day locked in the library. You only see her in passing twice, and she has a book in her hand both times. It’s not until late that night that you get the urge to interact with her again. She’s crying in her sleep again. You hear her soft grunts and whines from the hall and rest your hand on the knob. At least you’re aware of her weapons now.

You twist the knob slowly and push the door open, her lights on this time. The first clue she’s awake. The second, of course, is that she’s sitting up in the middle of the bed. Her eyes are shut, squeezed tight in concentration, and it’s clear what. Her hand strokes weakly up and down her cock. Your mouth drops open in shock, a soft noise of surprise leaving you. Lara’s eyes flash open, and she quickly yanks a blanket over her lap. But it’s too late, the image of her cock is seared into your brain. It seemed so hard, and big, and you could see the red swollen knot at the base, and her balls seemed so heavy, and- You shake your head, clearing any lingering thoughts.

“What are you doing?” She shouts, cheeks burning red. Her upper half is covered at least with another loose tank top hanging off her shoulders.

“I thought you were having a nightmare.” You respond weakly. “I heard you crying.”

“I’m not.” Lara keeps her hands over her lap, pushing her cock down. “Get out.” You start to walk back into the hall, but Lara calls after you a second later, “Wait.” You turn back slowly. Lara stares at you, a sheepish look on her face. “Can- Can you help me?”

You can’t help but laugh. “This sounds like the start of a porn video.” You laugh for a moment more before her face makes you stop. “You’re serious? You want me to help you… jerk off?”

“No, nevermind. Get out.” Lara points towards the door.

“No. Wait.” You remember her expression as you walked in. She seemed almost in pain. “Why do you need help?” Surely, she’s jerked off just fine before.

“My forearms are sore.” Lara shrugs. “I did a lot of climbing, and it’s hard to hold it.” ‘It’ being her cock. “Can you just um, jerk me?”

You think for a moment. This was not what you meant when you thought you wanted to spend more time with her, but it couldn’t hurt, right? Clearly, she’s pent up, and the more time you spend trapped in a room with her, her lustful scent erodes your rational thoughts. “Okay.” You slowly walk over and sit on the edge of the bed.

“Come here.” She scoots up against the headboard and pats beside her. You scoot over, sitting beside her. “Just under the blanket is best, I think.” She lifts the edge a tiny bit, giving enough space for your hand to fit through. You guess in her mind that touching her cock isn’t as bad as seeing it. You slip your hand under the blanket, nervous.

It’d be a lie to say you hadn’t thought about her like that. It was unavoidable during your teenage years. Lara was always older, pretty, confident, and frequently crept into your thoughts in ways that were inappropriate. You always told yourself you couldn’t help it; she was an unmated alpha, you were an unmated omega, the forced proximity was reason enough to explain your body’s reaction.

But now, as your fingers brush her thigh, you think it might have been something more. A different kind of connection you had sought with your adoptive alpha sister. You slide your hand further over, and your fingers brush her shaft.

You tentatively wrap your fingers around her. Her cock is thick, so thick your fingers can’t even wrap around it all the way. She must have used lotion or something; her length is slick with it. You start jerking your hand up and down, but Lara quickly stops you with a hiss. “Slowly.” You take her instructions and switch your pace.

Lara sighs contentedly as you slowly jerk her off. “Twist your hand a bit.” She groans. You obey, twisting your hand as you move it up and down. “Just like that.” Lara closes her eyes and lets her head rest against the headboard. “Good boy.” She sighs. The praise goes straight to your core. Warmth spreads through your abdomen, and you feel slick grow between your legs.

Carefully, making sure Lara doesn’t notice, you slide the blanket down her legs. Your mouth waters at the sight of her cock. A small bit of precum oozes from her tip. Her hips jerk slightly when you run your thumb over a thick vein. She opens her eyes to look at you, brown eyes boring into yours. Without a word, she lifts her hand to your jaw. Her fingers cup your jaw, and she presses her thumb against your lips.

You open without thinking, taking her thumb into your mouth and sucking softly. Lara moans as she feels your tongue against her thumb. Her eye contact is suffocating, but you can’t look away. You whine softly around her thumb as she pushes it deeper. Her pupils dilate as you continue stroking her. Her expression turns, turning almost hungry. “Use your mouth.” The command comes from nowhere, and you freeze for a moment.

“What?” You mumble around her thumb, too lost in her to form a response.

Lara hums and pulls her thumb away. She pushes you towards the edge of the bed, urging you off. “Get on your knees for me, baby.” You slide off the bed, landing on your knees on the rug. You shiver, a mix of anticipation and nerves. “Just take it slow,” Lara reassures and wraps her hand around your head. She guides you forward slowly, far more patient than most alphas would be.

You open your mouth and slowly take the head of her cock inside your. You suck softly, tasting her precum. Lara hums and urges your head down further. She’s gentle in her guidance, letting you take as much as you can without gagging. She’s content for a while, groaning softly, but after a few minutes, it’s not enough.

“Come on, deeper, baby.” Lara urges and pulls your head down. “Deep breaths through your nose.” You try to do as she says, taking a deep breath and pushing down. “Relax your throat.” Lara ignores your choking and pushes you to take her cock deeper. Somehow, you manage to reach the base, your lips pressed against her knot. Lara moans as your throat envelops her cock. It’s intoxicating; you could spend hours on your knees for the alpha in front of you.

She holds you for a moment, then lets you pull back. Your throat burns, but the desire to please her has grown inside you. You open your mouth, panting as you wait for her to put her cock back in your mouth. “So eager to please.” Lara smiles down at you as she thrusts back in your mouth. She holds your head in place this time, setting the pace with her hips instead.

She’s gentle, careful to pull back whenever you gag. “Fuck, you have no idea how bad I needed this.” Lara moans and her hips jerk forward more erratically. Her cock throbs in your mouth. “I’m gonna cum.” Lara moans in warning before thrusting her hips forward. You choke as the first spurt of her cum hits the back of your throat. It’s warm and salty. Thick as it fills your mouth. Lara’s cum seems endless, and you have no choice but to swallow or drown.

Your swallowing seems to draw out her pleasure. Lara moans as your throat tightens around her. She continues thrusting weakly into your mouth until the last drop of her cum drips into your mouth. She pulls back, collapsing on her mattress. Her softening cock drops between your legs, still wet with your saliva.

“Such a good boy.” Lara sighs. “Come here.” She pats the mattress beside her. You climb up hesitantly, unsure how to proceed. You don’t know what’s expected of you now. “Will you lie with me?” You don’t even answer, just lie down beside her as she moves over. She makes room for you on the bed and pulls the blanket up. Her body presses against your back, and you relax into it.

She must sense your apprehension because her calming pheromones fill the room. You relax into her as she wraps her arm around your waist and presses against your back, spooning you. Lara is asleep after only a few minutes. Her nose is tucked into your neck, right by your scent gland, ensuring she breathes in your sweet scent throughout her sleep. It assures her tonight that she won’t have any nightmares.

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