A True Alpha Chapter 59

Chapter 59

“What about you Ms. Alpha. Don't you need some release too?” Lexa’s eyebrow cocked groggily, her lingering release and flood of hormones brought along with it still threatening to drag her to sleep soon if she didn't fight its hypnotic lure.

“Damnit you are right.” Clarke groaned. Her hips rolled the moment she gave any thought to them. Her pussy and clit gliding right against Lexa’s leg. “Oh fuck.” 

“That good baby?” Lexa forced herself to rouse and raise her right leg against Clarke’s core.

“Gotta get outta my clothes!” Clarke rolled off of Lexa, ripping at her jean’s button. Her hands shaking with arousal were incredibly inefficient. Far too preoccupied with how much her engorged clit burned. 

“Shh.” Lexa soothed, catching how belabored and flustered Clarke’s breaths had become. “Let your mate take care of your rut, or at least leave me the joy of removing my alpha’s clothes.” Her hands offered their services by sliding up Clarke’s thighs alluringly. 

“I! Just need clothes off!” Clarke growled impatiently. 

“I know baby. I know.” Lexa forced herself to roll over and kiss at Clarke’s clavicle while her hands undid the aching alpha’s pants. It was a labored effort, shrugging off the call to sleep but she wanted her alpha to enjoy everything that would accompany her beautiful rut. 

Clarke garnered a huge sigh of relief when she finally had her pants and panties removed thanks to Lexa.

“That’s it.” Lexa lazily kissed down Clarke’s abdomen. 

“That feels really nice.” Clarke’s core fluttered slightly ticklish at the sensation of Lexa’s kisses being peppered along her flesh.

"I'm glad." Lexa ran one hand up and down Clarke's thigh and the other across the alpha's shoulder. Her strokes suddenly stopped, resuming a moment and a half later. 

"What is it?" Clarke's head popped up concerned. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing is wrong. Nothing is wrong at all love." Lexa's calm tone washed over Clarke, soothing her edgy alpha senses. 

"Then… then what is it?" 

"Nothing." Lexa's voice lingered on a long o sound. 

"What?" Clarke pressed. 

"Nothing." Lexa teased again. 

"Lexa!" 

"I'll tell you… if you let me lick it." 

"Of course! You have eaten me out dozens of times." 

"Not necessarily what I meant." Lexa snickered. 

"Well, either way. Feel free. I'm horny, and I love feeling my mate's tongue down there." 

"You sure?" 

"Yes! Please! It is pounding!" 

"I'm sure it is my love. Just lay back, I will help you feel better." Lexa instructed. It wasn't ginormous, or even larger, not even average by any means as far as an alpha cock. But what protruded from between Clarke's legs was by no means just a clitoris anymore. 

"Oh fuck what the hell is that!" Clarke jumped, her hips lingering up as she felt some unique part of her which seemed like it had never been touched before melt in an unexplainable pleasure that zapped away any and every thought Clarke could or never would have. 

Lexa just moaned onto the mini erection, growling into it pleased at her mate's enjoyment. 

"Wha- oh- fu-" Clarke failed to get out anything much in the way of words. Who could during their first blowjob? 

"That's it." Lexa praised with the appendage still in her mouth. 

"No! No! Don't stop! No! Oh, fuck!" Clarke grabbed Lexa's head. With her hands slipping through Lexa's dark hair, Clarke tied her fingers in knots with her mate’s locks. 

“You want more don't you?” Lexa enjoyed teasing her mate but did not enjoy having knots woven in her hair. 

“Yes!” Clarke demanded in a rough bark. 

“No knotting my hair then.” Lexa laughed softly, straightening her hair for a moment and then pulling it all back in a handful before offering it up to Clarke. “There.” She offered. 

Clarke whined a protest for having her pleasure taken away, but once her alpha impatience cleared she willingly took Lexa by the hair once more. “Sorry.” Her begrudging protest was clear, but she did apologize. 

“Thank you baby.” Clarke whispered back.

“Always. Any day, every day. Yours. I am your mate, you are my alpha.” Lexa offered, placing her lips back down on Clarke’s flesh and around her engorged clit. She sucked softly, allowing her lips to seal down around Clarke, swirling her tongue all the way around as she pulled her head up and let it fall back down. 

Clarke’s grip on Lexa’s hair grew tighter, her fledgling dick felt like it was melting at Lexa’s miraculous mouth. If Lexa didn't start going easier Clarke was certain she would either go mad or simply pass out in ecstatic pleasure. A small corner of her mind was almost certain her heart might give out in her joyous euphoria, and oh what a wonderful way to go that would be! “Fuck baby! That is!”

Lexa moaned onto the erection, her noises seductively pulling Clarke further into the depths of a delicious madness. 

“Yes! Yes! Just like that!” 

Lexa took the clue and knowing all too well how hellishly horny Clarke must be in the midst of her first rut, she did everything she could. Pulling out all the stops, Lexa sucked harder and circled her tongue around Clarke as one of her hands traveled up Clarke’s thigh and caressed along the outside of Clarke’s labia majora. It was intentional move, one she knew would be pleasant and gender validating given that it was where a cis alpha’s testis were located. Her efforts worked, Clarke shuttered, quivered and broke. The alpha’s body went rigid then relaxed. 

Lexa licked up her handiwork. The hormones hadn't done something so drastic as forming a second urethra or even have given her anything to expel through it. And it certainly didn't seem like Clarke would form any sort of knot. To Lexa’s best understanding the hormones alone never would perform something so drastic. But that didn't mean that Clarke didn't get all the joy, pleasure, and release any other alpha would get. 

“Lexa.” Clarke whimpered half exhausted, half delighted. Her grip loosened and slacked before her hand dropped off to the side. 

“That’s it.” Lexa moved quickly to set up an extra pillow behind Clarke. Intentionally propping her up. “I want you to see something.” 

Clarke purred completely careless in a content calm. “What?” She groggily questioned. 

“Look, I want you to see this.” Lexa urged with a hand waving in front of Clarke’s face. 

“Yeah, what?” Clarke’s head cleared sluggishly. 

“Here.” Lexa took her hand and slipped it under Clarke’s still erect cock. It was small, thin, no larger than her own thumb by any means. For all intensive purposes, it wasn't even an attractive sight, and almost certainly far from sexy. But that would never matter to the two of them. For Clarke the sight of her own fledgling cock was a transcendent sight, something that was the most beautiful stepping stone there ever was or would be. For Lexa? All Lexa needed to know was that it made Clarke happy, and even better, it made her feel good. Those two things combined would forever make it the sexiest appendage there ever could be. “Beautiful, huh?” Lexa praised, stroking her thumb along its tip while it rested against her palm. 

“Oh fuck! That feels really good! It is even more sensitive right after I-” 

“I know baby. Imagine sticking it in someone, leaving it there as you are stuck together.”

“Someone? The only one I want to stick it in is you.” 

“I think I would like that a lot.” Lexa kissed Clarke’s cheek. “But first I would like to get something to eat. Whatever you want. If you want me to cook, I can do that, if you wanna order in, you are welcome to do that too.” 

“Oh, but I’m not allowed to cook right.” 

“Oh please god no baby. I’m begging you baby, support and care for me by never cooking for the rest of your life.” Lexa dramatized. 

“Haha hardy har har, I’m a bad cook.” Clarke faked her laughter with a genuine smile. 

“I love you.” Lexa sat back on her heels, taking a moment to absorb all the abundance of beauty that came in her mate glowing with happiness. 

“I love you too babe. Pizza or chinese?” 

Lexa labored over a lingering indecisive hum. 

“General Tso's pizza?” 

“Dear god, that is a thing?” 

“We live near a college campus, everything is a thing hun.” 

“God it sounds vile.” 

“It’s actually pretty good. Like barbecued chicken pizza but the chicken is fried and it has broccoli on it.”

“And you say this is good?” Lexa eyed disbelieving. 

“Look Lex, don't knock it until you try it.” Clarke fought. 

“Ok?” Lexa shook her head. “I can't believe that I am actually gonna say yes to this, but sure, let’s try it.” 

“Yay! I’ll call!” Clarke pumped her fists up and down in victory. 

“If it tastes like shit I am cooking something else.” Lexa threatened. 

“I’m sure you will, and it will be better than anything I could ever order in. But for now, we wait and hope you like it.” Clarke moved on the bed to hug Lexa. 

Lexa Hugged back, taking Clarke and laying her back into her lap. “You ok?” She asked, beginning to gently play with Clarke’s hair. 

“I’ve never been better. I just had sex with my mate as an alpha. I… I don't know that anything has ever been so perfect.” 

“Good. I’m really glad baby. You mean the world to me.” Lexa tugged gently at a singular wavy lock.  

“And you to me.” 

“I know. I know. Just… I was scared. I am scared. But you are smiling again, and I'm just so terrified you won't be again soon.”

Clarke wasn't sure how well she would have understood as little as two hours ago. Back when she hadn't experienced the rush of hormones, how her alpha so easily blinded her when it came to the issues of her mate. She would have understood in the abstract, but to comprehend; to witness how much it pulled at her. “I am happy. I may not be happy all the time. I may not be constantly happy forever. But I am safe. I am safe and I can and will make it through anything life has to throw at me. You know why?” 

“Why?” Lexa twirled Clarke’s hair in her fingers as the alpha looked up to her in her lap. 

“Because I have you.” Clarke curled up and kissed Lexa on the cheek, grabbing her phone and ordering delivery. 

The pizza came roughly a half-hour later. When it arrived, Clarke ordered Lexa to stay in bed, that she was not allowed to get up or out of bed. Lexa laughed but she still obeyed the ridiculous order. She wanted to cater to her beloved mate and her needs, whatever they may be and double because it was gender affirmation related. Clarke returned a minute and a half later, pizza and plates in one hand with napkins in the other. 

“A dinner is served!” Clarke flourished as best she could while trying to balance the pizza box in her hand. 

“Ok, let’s try this monstrosity.” Lexa hyped herself up. 

“C’monn it’s good.” 

“Sure it is.” 

“Try a bite before you start knocking on it.” Clarke pouted. 

“Yes, yes love.” Lexa took the box and opened it up on the bed. 

“So… ummm, something great kinda happened when the pizza delivery boy dropped off the pizza…” Clarke blushed and lingered in the note with a happiness that made Lexa’s heart flutter to see. 

But even in that flutter, Lexa felt something less positive. Her eyes flickered with a hint of fear and a debilitated growl left her lips in the form of something a little too close to a whimper. “What-” She gulped down conflicted emotions. “What happened.” She couldn't help but fear that the boy was an omega, that he had a sweet scent, one sweeter than her earthy alpha tones at least. What if in her haste to help Clarke get her hormones she had made a mistake? What if the hormones would change Clarke’s tastes along with her sent? No! She couldn't lose her alpha to some slutty fucking omega pizza boy! No! Never!

Clarke was glowing, so overjoyed with what had happened that she didn't notice Lexa growing red in embarrassment, nearly blue with bated breath, and somehow every color other than how green she was with jealousy. “So, right after I opened the door to pick up the pizza, he could smell that I was in a rut.” Lexa quivered in fear as Clarke continued. “And he could smell that there had been an omega in heat. Coincidentally also me, but ya know. Anywho! He was also an alpha a-” 

“Oh thank god!” Lexa finally got a good breath after having held hers since the story began. 

“Thank god what? What’s wrong?” Clarke wasn't sure whether to be angry, empathetic, or concerned and her face showed it. “Were you not listening?” Her hurting heart shown through in her words. This had been something so special to her, why wouldn't Lexa even just pay attention?” 

“I! I was listening! Of course, I was listening! I… just.” Lexa hung her head, feeling beyond stupid, paranoid and short-sighted.

“Just what?” 

“I… I was scared that he was an omega!” Lexa blurted out. “That’s it! Ok?” 

“Why… why would you be scared that our pizza delivery boy was an omega? What would be wrong with that?” Clarke sunk down onto the bed, sitting on its edge and reaching out to Lexa. She didn't understand, but she didn't need to. You never need to understand when the person you love is hurting. 

Lexa’s eyes evaded Clarke’s concerned gaze. 

“Lexa?” Clarke moved in closer, reaching out for Lexa’s hand. This time she caught it by two fingers. “Baby talk to me, I’m right here.” 

“I was afraid that… that you would smell your first omega now that you are on hormones and… and you know! Want to… That just because you are an alpha doesn't mean you are gay!” Lexa had begun hyperventilating. “What if now your tastes change like your scent?” Her breaths were short and her tears were swelling. “What… what if you fall in love with someone else now!” The damn broke, tears were streaming down Lexa’s face and her sobs came in irregular desperately pained heaves. 

“What?” Clarke was perplexed, dumbfounded, struck in the entirely confusing idea. “How could you think? I… no! Lexa, I love you. I wouldn't.” 

“You don't know, the scent of heats can be intoxicating! It can leave you dead in your tracks and still trying to figure out what the hell happened and why your cock hurts!” 

“No, no.” Clarke’s words were slow as she tried to comprehend, to figure her response and how to word it, but that lead to it coming too slow. 

“Clarke! So many things are changing for you. I love you so much! So fucking much! But, really. What if your sense of smell has changed just like your odor. So much is changing for you, and I am so proud, so glad that you have that! That you are finally really getting to be you. But what if getting to be you… what if that means not being with me?” Lexa repeated herself once or twice, but it was all she could think to say. 

“Lexa, you are my mate. Alpha, omega, beta, that doesn't fucking matter.” Her hands grabbed her mate’s and held it close. “You are my mate. I love you. I have your mark, and you have mine.” One of her hands rose to her own mating scar, and the other brought Lexa’s hand to her neck where Clarke had bitten months ago. The scar didn't heal quite as clear as hers had, but it was still so clearly Clarke’s bite. 

“But-” Lexa sniffled only to have Clarke cut her off. 

“No. I am yours.” Clarke moved closer on the bed and caressed Lexa’s cheek. The still crying alpha actually found a pause from the tears for a moment out of sheer perplexed confusion when her mate gently forced her to open her mouth and drop her jaw. It began to make more sense when Clarke pressed her mating scar against Lexa’s lips, nestling the indented and raised skin against Lexa’s teeth. “I am all yours. And you? You are all mine. Mine, no one else's, mine.” Clarke placed her teeth on her bite mark that Lexa still and would always wear. 

The two wrapped their arms around each other, clinging together tightly. Clarke could feel the warm tears hitting her shoulder as they still fell. It broke her heart each time. Every drop tore away at the frayed edges of her worn heart, but she refused to let go. In fact, Clarke bit into the flesh between her teeth. It wasn't a hard bite, never anything close to enough that would break the skin, that would only mar an already imperfect mark. To mar it would defeat the point entirely, loosen the ironclad claim she was reminding Lexa that they had over each other. 

It was a long time. But Clarke finally chose to speak up when she felt the last of Lexa’s tears fall and run all the way down the back of her neck. “Nothing will ever change that you are my mate, the woman I love. Your scent is my favorite, easily, above all else, and I love it even more now that I have started my rut. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry that I scared you, that you thought that you could potentially lose me. But that isn't going to happen.” 

“I love you.” Lexa sniffled and held tighter to Clarke.

“I love you too.” Clarke squeezed back.

“I… uugh, do, do you want to have a slice of pizza? Now that it is cold, and probably even more disgusting?” Lexa teased to help herself subdue her lingering anxious fears. 

“Yeah, I’d love to see you eat those words, might even be my second favorite thing I got to see you eat today.”

“You nasty alpha.” Lexa finally got a pure laugh, one not laced with immeasurable fear which refused to abate under any circumstances whatsoever. 

“Yeah, yeah. Here.” Clarke snagged a plate and a singular slice for Lexa, passing it off. “Now eat up, and do it all sexy like. I wanna watch.” Clarke couldn't contain her snickers at the ridiculousness of her own words. 

“Yeah yeah. My alpha is a horny stud and all.” Lexa smiled despite looking and feeling like a complete wreck. 

“Guilty as charged, now eat! That is the perfect piece, it has some chicken and broccoli all on the tip right there.” Clarke watched intently as Lexa slid the tip of pizza to the edge of the plate and then raised them both to her mouth to take what was at first a measly timid bite, but when she heard Clarke growling playfully in protest she readjusted to a much larger and appropriate sized bite. She took a long moment to chew, experience all the flavors. She also to Clarke’s chagrin was entirely stone-faced the whole time. She gave away nothing! “So! So! How do you like it!?” Clarke patted her hands on the bed, ravenous for an answer. 

Lexa finally cracked an amused smile. “It’s pretty damn good.” 

“I told you!” Clarke erupted in a gleeful cheer. 

“Look, I’m not saying it is my go-to order from now on, but it's pretty good.”

“Good now put it down.” Clarke instructed. 

Lexa raised the plate defensive. “No! Mine! I want it!” 

“Put it down.” Clarke cracked a smile and growled the order. 

Lexa relented, plopping her plate down next to her. 

“Good girl! Now for your reward!” Clarke lept at Lexa, tackling her and kissing her ravenously, needing to show her love to her mate now that she had calmed. 

End of Chapter 59