A True Alpha Chapter 60

Chapter 60

Emerging from a four to seven pm furious and rabid writing session accompanied by only her stack of heinous heinous nutrition bars and an intermittently gurgling water cooler Costia once demanded she kept in there for just such occasions. Once upon a time, these days were a regular occurrence. Back then she would be interrupted with an omega forcing a warm meal upon her. Always something that had been returned by a customer and which would have been destined for a garbage can otherwise. Costia always found such wastes abhorrent and her boss never seemed to mind as long as Lexa signed his copies of her books. On occasion, when Clarke would come home to Lexa being nowhere in the open living room kitchen area nor in their room, she even had her own version of this. The first couple dishes Clarke brought were more than enough for Lexa to request the tar-like substance no longer be delivered. But even today Clarke barged in with a small series of kisses only to be reminded that they both had a minor mountain of work to complete before they could move on to anything else more fun. Nutrition bar wrappers covered the floors around her desk chair. She might have been impeccable clean in each and every other corner of the home, but her office was hers to dirty up however she needed while she wrote. 

Lexa’s legs were weary in each step. The only time she had so much as stood was for bathroom breaks, and those barely even required seven steps. The apartment's layout was odd but it was also a not-insignificant portion of what she liked about it. The bathroom connected her room and study in the space where the hallway that lead to them would normally extend into nothing. It allowed for her to get up without ever really feeling distracted or like anything would interfere with her plans to finish a chapter or a paragraph. Despite her legs feeling like they had atrophied Lexa forced herself to stumble out of her office on weary legs. It had been a whole day, and she needed something, anything other than damn luna and cliff bars, the combination was beginning to feel like a painful trudge through a granola biased hell. In addition to the granola hell, Lexa was also sure that her mate might need sustenance as well. Lexa was more than aware of how an alpha in her rut might be easily distracted with everything else going on that she might forget to eat. Clarke was almost assuredly no exception. And given that Clarke didn't have such a stash of dubiously nutritious granola covered in thin chalky chocolate, she wouldn't even have a reserve set of food to fall back on and remind her to eat. 

Clarke in all her freshly minted alpha glory had planted herself on one arm of the couch; a couch which Raven and Octavia swore never to sit on or fool around ever again after they went to leave their room for a mid-morning snack to see Clarke fully absorbed in humping the Couch’s arm with a text and notebook set out in front of her. The two stealthily retreated before Clarke even noticed they were there with terrified yet understanding looks. Not that Clarke would have actually noticed, even if the two had gone so far as to start cooking their lunch right next to her. Even if Clarke had noticed, it would have been even less likely that she would have been able to control herself enough to stop. The alpha’s body burned in the delicious ache of a rut, and she loved how every roll of her hips made her feel so much more herself; even if it made studying so much slower. 

The already rutting alpha still didn't notice as her mate entered the room, she was far too preoccupied with trying to focus on the book in front of her. Her working hours today had started ever so slightly after Lexa’s but she was already so weary from overworking herself and mindlessly rutting against the arm of the couch that her eyes were beginning to unintentionally cross and her vision had already become blurry to the point that if she wasn't straining terribly the words in her notebook became no more than a grey gradient blob. 

“Psst, hey there.” Lexa tried for the third time to garner Clarke's attention. It was probably for the best that Clarke missed the first two, after all, they were less than tasteful don't get stuck and if you get your knot stuck in the spring of my couch I’m not gonna help jokes. 

“W… wha?” Clarke’s weary eyes lifted from the blurry pages. 

“God, you look a little like hell.” Lexa winced. 

“Oh? Well, you look great too, thanks baby.” 

“A long day’s work takes its toll on an alpha I guess.” Lexa rested a hand on each of Clarke’s shoulders, gently massaging out the tension that had built there from being perched awkwardly on the couch almost all day long. 

“Ohh, lord that feels so much better.” Clarke moaned softly.

“I know, I know.” Lexa took a sullen pause. “I’m sorry, I didn't mean to insult. Just, you need some rest. Ok?” 

“I know, but it isn't like I have much of an option to get any, or like my cock-” Clarke purred at the sheer fact that she could say such a thing and only barely be exaggerating. “Like my cock would ever let me.” 

“It will if I help you out later.” Lexa leaned over Clarke and kissed her forehead. 

“Yeah, but you are working today too. And I don't want you to feel like you need to interrupt that to help me with my rut.” Clarke sighed. 

“Aww poor baby. I didn't mean that we couldn't play at all today when I shoo you away earlier. I just meant that I didn't want to fool around until we were ready.” 

“I don't know that I will ever be ready.” Clarke collapsed onto her side, plopping down on the couch. “This class is kicking my ass and I just can't get it! Why is any more than gen ed history required for an art major? Moreover, why didn't I take it years ago!” 

“I believe in you love. You can do it.” Lexa leaned down to hug Clarke. “You can do it, but you need to take a break.” 

“Isn't that what I have been telling you all day?” Clarke looked up overly smug. 

“Yeah, yeah. But now we have really earned it. We have both been working all day long, hell, you have been going crazy working all weekend.” 

“I have been studying and completing backdated work. If I don't I’m gonna fail.” 

“I know, I know. Just breathe baby. You can do it. I believe in you.” 

“I’m just so tired.” Clarke nearly broke down and began to cry. 

“Ok, ok love. It’s time to get up from the couch. Before you ruin its leather finish.” Lexa half chuckled in an effort to lighten the conversation.

“I’m sorry. I just… I came out here because our bed smells like you and my old heat. I can't fucking focus in that room. But then I came out here and it still ached, just as long as I touched it I could still focus. And! And! And!” Clarke worked herself up worse and worse, shame and generalized anxiety building to get the better of her

“Hey, shh, shh, shh.” Lexa wrapped her arms around her alpha, squeezing her tight. ”It’s ok, I understand. The leather is soft right?” 

“Yeah.” Clarke whimpered. 

“I figured.” Lexa whispered more soft shushes into her mate’s ear as she stroked fingers through Clarke’s mussed hair, straightening it slightly and pulling out a knot or two without being harsh about it. 

“I’m sorry, you did tell me not to fuck your couch, just I-” 

“It is ok. Just breathe, breathe and follow me, I know just what you need.” Lexa ushered Clarke off of the bed. “Two days of a rut really takes it out of you huh?” 

“Yeah… a little.” 

“It’s ok. I can feel mine coming on soon.”

“Really?” 

“Yeah, and when we are cycling together things will be a little more relieving.” 

“You sure?”

“Yes, I am. Making your mate cum while you are both on your cycles feels almost better than just cumming yourself.” Lexa offered, guiding her weary alpha back down the hallway towards their room.

“Woah baby! I! I can't go back into our room, it will drive me nuts.” 

“I have a plan for you.” Lexa kissed Clarke’s cheek.

“What’s the plan?” Clarke griped almost too tired to protest in any way at all. 

“I am gonna set you up in bed with a toy, a nice one, one for alphas, the one I used while I was in my rut alone.”

“Oh god… I… I left you to rut alone.” Clarke was so tired and weary, her mind easily slipped into beating herself down for past mistakes. 

“Shh, it is all ok.” Lexa opened her door for Clarke. 

“I’m sorry.” 

“Here, lay down in bed, I will grab you my toy from my office.” Lexa brought her mate to their bed and then sat her down. 

“Ok baby.” Clarke's eyelids fluttered down, a crule taunt her body was playing on her that made her momentarily think she could actually garner any sleep. Cruel or not, it was still immensely better than the idea of having to endure another heat ever again for the rest of her life. 

“Be right back.” 

“Yeah.” Clarke sighed, laying down and rolling over. Her nose quickly found Lexa’s pillow. She pulled it close, burying her nose into it, she felt her cock burn painfully. It hurt, but it was beautiful too. Her hips grinded against the bed, it was nowhere near enough, but it was something. Breaths grew heavier, the scent of Lexa filled her nose. Fuck it was heavenly. Lexa had cum while her head was resting on this pillow just last night! “Ohh! Such a good girl, came for me so good.” Clarke half snarled into Lexa’s pillow, her hips bucking faster. 

“Well, I guess I did, didn't I?” Lexa snickered as she reentered the room.

“Fuck! Uugh! Fuck I wanna cum in my good alpha so bad!” 

“I bet you do sweetheart, I bet you do. But I also bet you are hungry.”

“Oh fuck, I haven't eaten all day!?” Clarke realized. “Fuck that is probably why my vision was getting blurry and my headache was getting worse.” 

“I am certainly positive it didn't help.” Lexa sighed before urging Clarke to roll over onto her back. 

“Hmm? What?” 

“Here.” Lexa took her fleshlight and licked at the entrance, letting her tongue stay inside it for a moment to warm the cyberskin material. 

“Oh fuck its sexy watching you lick that fake pussy like that.” Clarke moaned, her hand slipping down to her oversensitive clit cock. 

“I am trying to warm it for you.” Lexa slurred, her tongue still sticking inside the toy. 

“Well, you could just use your tongue.” 

“No, I have to make us dinner.” Lexa corrected, pulling up a small bottle of lube. “Here, it won't be toasty or body temp yet, but this is a nice warming lube, I tend to only use it on special occasions.” Lexa dribbled just enough into the folds of the fleshlight that formed its entrance. “Breathe in and relax, this might feel weirdly nice at first.” 

“Ok.” Clarke did her best, but probably just ended up tensing up more than she was before. 

Lexa leaned over the bed, taking Clarke’s cock in one hand and the fleshlight in the other. “You ready?” 

“God! Yes! Please!” Clarke cried out.

“Good girl.” Lexa turned the toy over and slipped it onto Clarke’s cock slowly. Clarke cried out in pleasure, her hips rising to meet the toy. “That’s it, I swapped the sleeve out for the extra tight one, so that should be pretty good for you.” 

Clarke growled pleased. 

“I’m gonna let you have your fun while I make some dinner. I’ll be back with food soon. Something quick and tasty.” 

“Ohh fuck yes.” Clarke groaned. 

“Good girl, I’m glad you enjoy.” Lexa smiled and crept away slowly. 

The alpha could feel her rut rushing on quicker and quicker each moment as she cooked. Seeing her mate fighting so desperately to get herself off like that certainly riled up her alpha and hastened her rut. Her clothes felt tight, her skin heated, and her core twisted in a distracting yearning constantly enough to keep her mate on her mind all through the cooking of dinner. She nearly burned her pasta three times over. Pasta of all things! How the hell do you burn pasta!? As it turns out, the way to burn pasta is by finishing it in a cheese sauce and forgetting to stir because you are growing hard as a rock. However, she seemed to be able to save her meal, plating up all but the most charred bits and bringing the two plates back with her. She had also stuck three or four water bottles under her arms, with both of their ruts going in full swing now, nothing would pry them from that bed till morning at least. It took a fair amount of finagling to get the door open given that she was holding two full plates and a multitude water bottles, and silverware for them both, but she was capable of doing it, and eventually she did succeed. When she finally stumbled into the room, her eyes quickly fell upon the glorious sight of Clarke panting on edge, fleshlight pumping desperately in her hand against irregularly bucking hips. 

“Fuck! Fuck! So close!” Clarke whined. 

“Aww, poor baby alpha having a hard time getting off?” 

Clarke snarled. “God, it hurts! I wanna cum so hard!” 

“I’m sure you do baby. But you need to eat.” 

“Don't care! Not hungry! Just horny!” Clarke panted out. 

“That is the issue. You are so wrapped up in your rut that you are ignoring your needs to eat and drink.” 

Clarke growled lowly, fighting harder with her own body and the fleshling in a striving effort to finally climax. “Lexa! Help!” 

Lexa snarled lowly, her rut finally arriving and giving her back enough strength to strike some fear into Clarke’s budding alpha. 

“Ohh just like that! God that was so sexy.” 

“No. You are done fucking the toy now. You are going to sit up, lay against the head of the bed and eat with me, rehydrate, and then we are gonna fuck the living daylight out of each other! Do you understand?” Lexa ordered. 

Clarke yelped before moaning into the dominant tone. Alpha or omega, Lexa knew how to get Clarke to submit to her. She obeyed but whined a complaining tone at the sensation of pulling the toy away. “Lexa! Please! It is all achy!” 

“I’m sure it is. You don't even want to know how desperately I wanna fuck you into that bed hard enough to break my mattress. But you need sustenance, need to eat to be healthy alpha” Lexa traded Clarke a plate for the toy. 

“You are no fun today.” Clarke pouted. 

“No, I am just concerned for my mate today. You would do the same for me, wouldn't you?” 

Clarke grumbled under her breath.

“What would you do if I was rutting and hadn't eaten all day?” 

“I would force you to eat and then take care of all your aches for you.” Clarke pouted. 

“Exactly. Now, eat up. It’s got carbs and protein, everything a rutting alpha needs to keep her strength up.”

Clarke's eyes continued protesting, but she yielded. The moment she began to taste at her meal her hunger returned. She finally realized she was ravenous, starving the whole day and after all that, she was finally ready to scarf down her whole meal in what seemed like three bites. 

“See? Isn't that better?” Lexa found a spot and layed back in bed, resting her legs over Clarke’s. 

“Didn't know. Was so hungry.” Clarke huffed between mouthfuls of pasta. 

“I know baby.” Lexa took a bite from her plate with much more patience. Almost as soon as Clarke had finished her plate, Lexa sat hers down on the nightstand, taking a quiet moment to hug her mate. “I love you.” 

“I love you too baby.” Clarke half brushed off as she began to lick up the remaining sauce from her plate. 

“Well, It’s a damn shame that you hated it.”

“I didn't hate it baby.” Clarke’s head popped up from her plate. “I thought it was great.” 

“Aww, poor alpha too caught up in her rut to catch my sarcasm?” Lexa teased, licking her thumb and using it to clean off some sauce that had splattered onto Clarke’s cheek in all of her hurt.

“Oh. Sorry.” Clarke blushed. 

“No, no, nothing to be sorry for. You are perfect love. I was just teasing.” Lexa cleaned her messy alpha’s face further with one of the napkins she had brought. 

“Thanks.” Clarke sighed. 

“Still hungry huh?”

“I just realized I hadn't eaten all day till that.” 

“I understand, the first rut can be distracting.” 

“Well, it is way better than my first heat. I was too sick to even attempt to eat anything. My body just kept trying to revolt on me for not taking out a mate. At least this is kinda fun.” 

“Well, I’m glad you enjoy.” Lexa held tighter. She hadn't realized it so much until she was clinging to her mate, but her day had been long and rough too. Lexa’s rut had been hanging over her somewhat impending all weekend, and after hours and hours of writing and reviewing things of her lost omega, her fallen wife? She needed all the time she could get with her arms wrapped around her strong alpha.

“You ok?” Clarke was significantly more observant now that she wasn't actively fucking a couch or a fleshlight or scarfing down food like her life depended on it. 

“Yeah, yeah! Yeah. Yeah?” Lexa’s assurances were less and less assuring each time she tried to reinforce a lacking first attempt. 

“What’s wrong.” Clarke exaggerated a pout. 

“Nothing.” 

“Bad girl!” 

“What!? I’m not bad! I cooked you dinner!” Lexa defended. 

“That was nice, but nope! Nope, good girls don't lie to their alpha. Only bad girls do that.” Clarke pressed. 

“I! I didn't lie!” 

“Worse! My alpha is a liar!” Clarke huffed a performance of disbelief. 

“I!” Lexa sighed disheartened. 

Clarke wrapped her arms around Lexa before her alpha could pull away. "Spill, what's wrong." 

"You know I'm writing about Costia." Lexa's voice was softer than usual; scared. 

"Yes." Clarke nodded and pulled Lexa closer in order to breathe her mate's scent of growing rut in.

"Well, its… You know. I…” Lexa dodged around answering any portion of Clarke’s questions in earnest. 

“Shh, it’s ok. Talk to me.” Clarke nuzzled and kissed softly. 

“It is hard… hard to go through all of her things. To not have her here. To have feared I would lose you too.” Lexa’s voice trembled. “It’s just all been getting to me.”

“No, that won't happen. That won't ever happen.” Clarke wrapped Lexa up in her arms and legs. “You are mine. I won't ever let you go.” Clarke whispered the assurance softly before placing tender kisses at Lexa’s neck. 

“I know. I’m sorry. I shouldn't ever doubt that.”

“It’s ok. It is all ok sweetheart.” Clarke whispered. 

“Thank you.” Lexa relaxed, finally beginning to let out the tension that accompanied fifteen straight hours of being perched in her chair over a computer and boxes upon boxes of old files. “You are still hungry aren't you?” 

“Yeah, a little.” Clarke admitted with a lighthearted laugh. 

“Here, we can split mine. I’ve had more calories in protein bars alone today for all weekend.”

“You sure.” 

“Yeah, I’m sure.” Lexa nodded, grabbing her plate and offering it to share. 

Clarke eagerly scooped up some before slowing herself intentionally. The act of Lexa’s kindness wouldn't maintain its essence as a nice somewhat romantic meal if Clarke kept porking it all down like it was the last meal on earth, and she knew it. At some point, nearing the end they stumbled upon quite the lady and the tramp situation. It may have been somewhat staged, or entirely staged. But it was still incredibly sweet and concluded in a passionate kiss. Lexa unceremoniously tossed the plate off to the side. It clattered somewhere on the ground while Lexa and Clarke had already ended up completely horizontal. The alphas groped greedily at each other. What clothes they had left got tossed in every direction and the two began rolling back and forth, fighting for dominance against the other alpha. It was an adorable scene filled with a soft loving care. Kisses were the only interruption to growling, groping and grinding. Both of them were hard, rocking their hips up against the other so that their cock could feel even the slightest sense of friction against their aching flesh. 

“Fuck you feel good.” Clarke panted into Lexa. 

“You do too.” Lexa rolled her hips faster. 

“I want you.” 

“How do you want me?” Lexa raised an eyebrow intrigued. 

“I wanna fuck your beautiful pussy, to feel you cum around me.” Clarke growled without much of a real plan. 

“That could be arranged.” Lexa smiled and grabbed her toy once more. 

Clarke groaned disheartened. “No, I wanna fuck you. You could blow me again?” 

“No no love. This isn't for you, it’s for me. I’ll probably lose my mind if you make me cum or knot without anything to stick it into.” Lexa kissed Clarke before the new alpha could ask any questions. 

“Wait… what are you?” Clarke’s jaw dropped dramatically when Lexa spread her legs and offered herself up so openly. 

“I am asking my alpha to fuck me. To fill me up. Not just with a toy this time.” 

“Ohh fuck.” 

“That is the point. Now come on baby.” 

“Do I just?” Clarke timidly grabbed at herself and considered how to go about it all. 

“You line it up and you fuck me, and then I am gonna fuck my toy because my cock is aching something awful.” 

“God, I like this idea.” Clarke moaned out. Her hands grabbed possessively at Lexa’s hips, she grabbed and pulled them closer, forcing her mate to a point where she could easily slide inside of her. 

“Please, I need my alpha.” Lexa played up her ache, but only slightly as she slipped one hand down between her legs and fingered herself slowly and gently. “I need to feel my alpha’s cock inside me.” She pulled her finger back out and spread her labia for Clarke. 

The alpha new to rutting had no control at that point. To watch on as her mate presented and even spread herself? Lord knows even the strongest of alphas would have barely been able to handle such an occurrence. Clarke bucked up, her core flush against Lexa’s. “Fuck, you feel so good!” Clarke’s mind half melted as her jaw dropped and slackened in pleasure as she rocked her hips up and back in a slow motion. 

Lexa hummed softly and layed back. Clarke was much smaller biologically than her strap, but this too had its highlights. Clarke may have been relatively small, but she still knew how to rock her hips just right, and Lexa knew her body wouldn't have the same stretch she normally did outside of her rut. The combination of her rut tensed core being parted by her mate and the toy sliding on and off of her cock was more than enough to send Lexa into a delightful little pleasure spiral. The tension of her seemingly endless day chipped off in sizeable chunks as Clarke picked up her pace and took over control of the fleshlight for her. 

“I can handle this, you just enjoy. I’m gonna make my alpha feel so good.” Clarke swatted Lexa’s hand away and ushered for the alpha to just lay back and enjoy herself. “I’ve got you baby. Just relax yourself and breathe. I want you to cum so good that you pass out from being so satisfied.” Clarke growled overly confident with herself. 

“You wanna fuck me to sleep?” Lexa almost laughed but got distracted by Clarke moving the toy faster at her cock. 

Clarke growled. “I’m not used to this yet.” 

“I know, I’m sorry.” Lexa panted out in between moans. 

“So good. Relaxing for me.” 

“Yours. Your good girl.” 

“Mine! Such a good girl!” Clarke cheered. 

“All yours.” One of Lexa’s hands gripped at the pillow under her hand in pleasure and the other curled its fingers around Clarke’s hand. “I’m all yours and you are making me feel so good my alpha.” 

“You look so good like that, your chest heaving in the moans I am giving you. God, you are so fucking beautiful.” Clarke growled and began moving just as fast as she could. She eyed and watched in joy as Lexa’s body reacted for her, meeting the pace she had set and clearly building closer to a crescendo. 

“Clarke! Slow down or else I’m gonna!” 

“No, no you aren't. My good girl is gonna hold it for me.” Clarke interlocked her fingers with Lexa’s. 

“Fuck! I don't think I can!” Lexa strained to hold her climax in. 

“Remember how good you were for me a while ago? When I had you so denied you got hard even without your rut?” Clarke gave some small mercy by slowing her strokes.

“Fuck! Clarke! Please! I need to cum!” 

“Aww, poor girl. So desperate to release?” 

“Clarke!” Lexa screamed impatient. 

“Don't you want to cum with me? I’m getting close.” Clarke dangled the carrot. 

“Goddamnit! Clarke! Fuck! Cum faster then!” Lexa writhed pained. 

“With this view? How could I not?” Clarke panted low, feeling Lexa clamp down on her and drive her closer. 

“Fuck! Please! I don't think I can h-” Lexa’s voice broke.

“Yeah! Yes! That’s it! Cum for me!” Clarke bucked in harder, feeling herself on the precipice. 

Lexa erupted, bucking up into the toy and clamping down on Clarke. Her eyes rolled back and she lost all sense of the world and her surroundings save for the alpha at her entrance. Her knot popped, and even though it wasn't inside her mate, there was no searing pain. The combination of having the toy sheath her and the odor of her mate so close was enough to save her from any pain. There was only pleasure, the pure release of cumming for her alpha, of feeling good and having her mate to hold her close as her orgasm ebbed. 

Clarke panted heavily, her clit cock tingled, buzzing in such stunning stimulation saturating straight through it. And the feeling of getting to watch her alpha cum at her demands? Clarke had never witnessed something so beautiful or something that filled her veins with such pure happiness. She left herself inside Lexa as she collapsed on top of her mate. 

The world finally began to slip back into Lexa’s purview with the sensation of Clarke’s lackadaisical kisses at her neck and soft loving praise. “I love you so much. You did so good. My perfect little alpha.” 

“Yours.” Lexa echoed exhausted. 

“Good girl. Now night night. We can wake and work tomorrow. But I love you and we both need a rest.” 

Lexa groaned in approval. “Yeah. Sounds good love.” She melted into the bed and her eyes closed slowly, giving into her mate and the peace of sleep. 

End of Chapter 60