#sabrequake

“I didn’t forget,” Daisy said, and it was absolutely true. She hadn’t forgotten anything about Victor, not from the very first day she’d met him and the scent of him had washed over her, almost making her dizzy. He’d turned to look at her not a second later, his eyes narrowing; but he’d said nothing. A few times since he’d made it clear that he was interested, but she’d deflected him by simply telling him that she was on suppressants. Wasn’t ready to mate.

Perhaps she’d known the very first time she saw him what he would be to her, though, Daisy mused as she drifted back through the base towards her room, touching things as she passed, knowing that her scent on them, the scent of an Omega on the verge of heat, would inflame any Alpha who passed by.

Her room was all ready. She’d been preparing for weeks, knowing subconsciously all along that she wasn’t going to an Omega Center. That she would stay right here, where Victor would find her. Where he would come to her.

The first knock on her door came an hour later. She opened up the tiny panel in the centre of the Alpha-proof door and found herself staring at Bobbi.

“Um,” Bobbi shuffled her feet awkwardly, “Daisy, are you OK? I picked up your scent, and you know I’m bonded to Hunter, so you can trust me if you need me to stand guard…”

“Thank you,” Daisy said, genuinely touched. “It’s OK.”

Bobbi inhaled. “Ah,” she said after a moment. “You’re waiting for Victor.”

Of course, Bobbi would figure it out. Victor was the only Alpha stronger than she was on the whole base. There was no point in trying to prevaricate, so Daisy just nodded.

“I see,” Bobbi said. “Well. I daresay you won’t have any trouble then, and frankly I don’t want to get into a fight with him.” Her nostrils swelled slightly. “I’d say, have a good heat, but from the scent of you it’s going to be a tough one, so just… be safe. Your scent’s pretty powerful already, Daisy. He’ll be in rut by the time he gets here. Fuck off, Agent Hanley,” she didn’t even bother to look around. “You’re not strong enough to bond her anyway, and Victor Creed’s coming. He’ll kill any unbonded Alpha outside her door when he gets here, so if you value your life you’ll be far, far away by then.”

Daisy didn’t see the other Alpha; just heard a gasp and the sound of hastily running feet. “Thanks, Bobbi,” she said.

“You’re welcome. Got all the supplies you need?”

“Yeah.” Daisy ducked her head. “Hunter helped me stock up.”

Bobbi’s smile was warm. “He’s a good Omega. Knows how to ride out a tough heat. And a rutting Alpha.”

“He gave me some tips.”

Bobbi’s head snapped around then, and she backed away from the door, hands spread in a conciliatory, unthreatening gesture. “Creed, just checking she has what she needs. You know I’m bonded.”

“Get away from her.” The voice was barely recognisable as human, a low, vicious snarl. “She’s mine.”

Daisy’s knees started to shake as Bobbi backed out of her view. The small panel in the door went completely dark then, and she realised Victor had put his back to the door. He stood still for about a minute, just emanating the hot scent of a powerful Alpha in full rut. Anyone who even thought about approaching her door in the next few days would be overcome with a terrified urge to run away as fast as possible.

Daisy closed the panel with trembling fingers. By the time Victor knocked on her door, she’d stripped off every stitch of clothing she was wearing and flung it all aside. Slick was already beginning to slide down her inner thighs in anticipation; he’d be able to scent it even through the door, she knew.

“Daisy,” his voice was a low rumble. “I’m here.”

He didn’t ask her to open the door. He already knew that she would, knew as well as she did why she’d chosen to remain here for her heat instead of going to the safety of an Omega Center. They’d been watching each other for months, Victor making wary advances, Daisy neither accepting nor declining them. He’d had to fight down the urge to rub his scent on her more than once, to mark his territory so that no other Alpha would dare approach her. Now, it seemed, she was finally ready to accept him - and yet the door remained closed. He put his hand on the cool steel.

“Daisy.”

“I’m scared,” he heard her whisper through the door.

Victor shut his eyes, tried to breathe shallowly. Her scent was maddening, making him want to scream and claw at the door, demand she let him in. He knew too much about the Alpha who’d once tried to force her into a bond, though. “I’m not him. This is your choice, Daisy. If you don’t want me here, say so.”

There was a moment of silence before the soft rattle of bolts being drawn back. Victor made himself wait until she opened the door, forced himself not to just barge in on her even though his instincts were screaming at him.

Daisy instinctively stepped back, moving away from the door as Victor entered the room. He cast one quick glance at her before turning back to secure the door again. He looked huge in her room, his imposing height meaning he towered over her anyway, the thick coat and heavy boots he was wearing making him look bigger still. His scent poured over her, like hot water searing her. Sweat sheened her skin as she backed up further, scared and shockingly aroused both at the same time.

Victor shrugged his coat off his shoulders and dropped it behind him as he trod slowly forward, never taking his eyes from Daisy. His shirt was next, ripped cleanly off his body and flung aside. She gasped, eyes wide; and he snarled, the corners of his lips lifting up to show his sharp canine teeth, as her scent grew even more intense.

“I can almost taste you on the air,” he whispered harshly. “So sweet.”

He was deep in rut, big body quivering with barely suppressed violence, and Daisy recognised with some panic that she’d driven him to this. That she had to show him submission, and quickly, before his instincts overtook him completely. Without even thinking, she dipped her fingers between her legs, gathering slick on her fingertips, held them up towards him.

“Taste, then,” she whispered.

Victor’s huge hand curled around her wrist, his feral eyes locked with hers as he bent his head; but his grip was gentle and she didn’t feel his teeth at all as his tongue swiped over her fingers, sucking them slowly into his mouth. He hummed softly around them with pleasure, his other arm coming up to wrap around her waist, lift her easily into the air. He lifted her high, until her head was higher than his, before pressing his face against her neck and breathing in her scent.

“Mine.” The softly voiced word was accompanied by the lightest possible prick of his teeth against her throat, but Daisy went utterly limp against him, able only to think about how much she wanted him to bite her properly, to sink his teeth in deep into the sensitive flesh, to take her for his own.

“Please,” she whimpered, and his arm tightened around her, his teeth pressing in a little harder before he spoke again.

“I’m an all or nothing kind of guy, Daisy, you know that. I’m gonna knot you, I’m gonna bond you, I’m gonna breed you. If that ain’t what you want, you better tell me now.” Victor highly doubted that he’d be able to stop even if she told him to, not now he’d had a taste of her. But then, he was also pretty damn sure that he and Daisy had been headed for this all along, and that she’d made her mind up months ago.

Beyond speech, all she could do in answer was put her arms around his neck and cling to him, trying to pull his face harder against her neck. Victor snarled hungrily, stepping forward before lowering her to the bed, soft and thickly piled with cushions and blankets. At least one of them smelled like him, making him smile approvingly. She’d raided his quarters at some point.

“Everything in this room’s gonna smell like me when I’m done,” he growled, releasing her and straightening up. “Especially you. Every Alpha you ever meet’s gonna be too scared to come near you, ever again.”

Eyes glazed over with lust, Daisy watched as he stooped to unlace his boots, stripped out of the rest of his clothes. His cock was jutting thick and proud, leaking a little at the tip. Desperate now as her heat rushed over her, making her skin prickle with need, she parted her legs invitingly and made a hopeful little whine in her throat.

“Fuck,” Victor growled in a voice that was no longer even remotely human, and then he was on her, flipping her to her front and pulling her up to her knees. “Mine,” he snarled against her neck, powerful body curving around hers as he bent over her. “I’m gonna take you, I’m gonna scent you, I’m gonna mark you up - not gonna stop leaving marks until everyone knows you’re mine.”

Daisy screamed with pleasure as his teeth met in her throat, shoving her hips back towards him frantically to try and pull him into her. She was dripping slick, so ready, so needy for him, for his knot, to be filled as she’d never let any Alpha take her before.

Victor roared with triumph as he slid home into Daisy’s hot, welcoming body, as the scent of his rut swirled around them both. She keened and pushed back against him; his powerful hands clamped down on her hips.

“So wet,” he growled against her neck, nosing her hair aside so he could nip at her nape. “So ready. You want my knot, little omega, my Daisy, my flower? So sweet…”

She sobbed with need as he rocked against her, going a little deeper with each thrust until his groin was smacking hard against her ass. “Please, Victor!” somehow she found it in her to wail. “Please, your knot, I need it, oh god please, please…”

He growled in lusty pleasure, driving into her still harder, one hand sliding up her back to tangle into her hair, pull her back up against him, the other curving around beneath Daisy’s body to find her clit with his fingertips, to pleasure her while he pumped roughly inside her. Nuzzling over the swollen scent gland in her neck, he licked at it before pressing his teeth against the hot flesh.

“Yes,” Daisy panted desperately, arching her neck. “Yes.”

“Mine,” Victor growled, “my omega, my mate.” He could feel his knot beginning to swell, the knot that would lock him inside Daisy, pumping his seed deep into her body. Painting her with his scent, marking her as Victor Creed’s Omega, untouchable on pain of death.

“My Alpha!” she cried back to him, and Victor bit down even as his knot swelled to full thickness. She sobbed and shivered around him as she came, her body sucking at him, milking his seed to draw it deep inside her for the first time - the first of many over the next few days, when her heat would flare again and again, and Victor would soothe her with the mating she so desperately craved.

But for right now, he drew her down to the bed, both lying on their sides, stroking her flank and hip gently to soothe her as she shuddered and moaned around his knot. “Hush, Daisy. Hush, my sweet girl.” One strong arm around her waist held her still as Victor pressed gentle kisses over her shoulder and neck. “You’re mine now,” he whispered into her ear. “My Omega.”