A True Alpha Chapter 58

Chapter 58

“You just wanna sit here and rest in bed?” Lexa raised an eyebrow. 

“No. I wanna keep fixing up your lip and then cuddle while we wait to see what the effects are.” Clarke repeated frustratedly grabbing at Lexa’s lip and applying a numbing dental gel and chapstick. 

“You know that just putting chapstick on it won't do anything to make it heal right?” 

“I will take care of my mate!” Clarke huffed lowly, forcing Lexa back into her mountain of pillows and applying more. 

“Oh, you will huh?” Lexa smiled. 

Clarke growled possessively. “Yes! I will! Now stop smiling! You smiling might stretch your lip and make it bust all over again.” 

Lexa couldn't help but laugh softly. 

“Stop!” Clarke snarled, pinning Lexa down ruffly without it being too much. 

Lexa forced her smile and laughter die out, interested in seeing where this might just go. “Ok.” She tried serious. 

“Good!” Clarke still huffed and half snarled, some part of her needing something to be overly protective over. 

“Good.” Lexa agreed. 

“Good!” Clarke barked. 

“Good.” Lexa smiled again. 

“Bad! Bad girl! You aren't allowed to smile! I don't want you to hurt your lips!”

“Oh? I’m not?” 

“No! No, you aren't! You need to be safe!” 

“I am safe.” 

“You’re damn right you are! My mate is always safe under me.” Clarke agreed, finding that Lexa’s thigh was pressed perfectly against her core and her clit was beginning to burn. “Ohh. Yes. So safe right under me.” 

“I am completely and utterly safe.” Lexa cheered on, grabbing Clarke’s hips and guiding her alpha as to how to roll her hips just right to garner the most friction she could on a freshly over swollen clitoris. 

“So safe. Protected. Warm.” Clarke moaned lewdly. “Sexy, fuck, so sexy.” 

“Am I now?” 

“Perfectly, wonderfully, breathtakingly sexy.” Clarke’s hands slipped down from Lexa’s shoulders to her breasts, groping them eagerly. 

“Hey there?” Lexa enjoyed getting to see her mate in such an interesting form, beginning her first rut and still not quite realizing it yet. 

“So fucking sexy.” Clarke’s growls deepened, quickly growing richer and more dominant; enough, no more than enough to make Lexa shutter under her. 

“Oh fuck.” Lexa felt a hint of her breath rushed out in a way she wasn't familiar with whatsoever. Clarke’s pheromones were different. Her scent was completely alien and yet still so undeniably her in every way. It made Lexa’s head swim, slightly fuzzy as she felt herself slicken easily for her alpha. 

Clarke dropped her head down, brushing her lips across Lexa’s ear as she let loose another growl with a force and weight she had still yet to understand. “You look so good, shuttering under me, craving your alpha.” 

It was true, beyond true in every way. Lexa had begun craving Clarke, a corner of her twisting wetness lamenting that Clarke’s clit couldn't form to a full alpha cock, that she couldn't feel her mate’s warm flesh swelling up inside her and locking them together. “Craving you.” Lexa echoed the sentiment that was all that she could think as it ran through her mind, her core demanding it more and more each moment. 

“Such a good girl for me.” 

Lexa lost all of what little breath she had left at that. Her alpha once strong, proud, unbroken and untamed was now curled up, submitting in the most beautiful way to her mate’s awakened and unleashed alpha. “Yours.” She offered up her whole self. 

Clarke nibbled at Lexa’s ear and down onto her neck, a small reward for the alpha who submitted just as she wanted. 

“You feel so good under me. I bet you are all wet, aching for your alpha.” 

Lexa’s eyes rolled back in a mix of shame at her momentarily broken pride and desperation at the exact aching wet craven core her alpha was already taunting her for. “Yes.” She whimpered out softly. 

“That’s my girl!” Clarke’s hips began moving faster under her. She quickly found the ideal perfect pace and angle with the help of Lexa’s guiding hands showing her the way. “Fuck that feels good!” 

“Yes!” Lexa whined louder, raising her chest, hips, and thighs for more friction and contact with the alpha grinding and groping at her.

Clarke snarled ripping haphazardly at Lexa’s shirt. Her alpha instincts had awakened and weren't interested in any form of waiting. She wanted to have her mate naked, bare in front of her and ready to be ravaged. 

“W! Woah there girl!” Lexa’s hands rushed to catch Clarke’s and stop her from ruining her shirt, but they were too late. 

“Mine!” Clarke snarled, leaning in and sniffing at Lexa’s neck. 

“Yes, yes, yours but that doesn't mean we need to ruin my shirt, now does it?” 

“Want you bare! Mine! Gonna make my girl feel good!” Clarke ordered, licking and nipping at her alpha’s exposed flesh. 

“I! Oh god!” Lexa moaned, the love bites enough to distract her all over again. 

“That’s my girl. Wanna make you feel good.” Clarke ripped at Lexa’s shirt once more, biting harder as she did.

“Fuck, my shirt.” Lexa groaned. 

“I’ll get you a new one.” Clarke offered. She found something divine in the thought of buying the alpha under her a new shirt, providing, caring for her. Near nothing was quite as wonderful an idea as giving Lexa everything and anything she might need; never mind that it would take her multiple online art commissions to make up for Lexa’s fancy shirt and the sheer fact that Lexa was much more financially stable. 

“Clarke!” Lexa whined. Simply replacing the shirt wasn't the point but with Clarke’s attention shifting to her bare chest it was quite the challenge to focus on much else. 

“I’m gonna take care of you, such good care. Gonna make you cum so many times that you can't get out of bed. Then, I'm gonna cook you dinner and bring it to you.” 

Lexa had been fully on board, falling completely under the spell of her mate’s thickening alpha pheromones all the way up until the idea of Clarke cooking. “Baby, you can't cook.” 

“I’ll cook for you.” 

“You can not cook.” 

“I will for you.” Clarke insisted, now circling her tongue over Lexa’s right nipple. 

“No, no, baby. You are not allowed to cook in my kitchen.” Lexa chuckled. 

“Fine then, I’ll get you take out. Whatever! I! I! I just wanna provide!” Clarke huffed and then leaned back in, going to kiss and suck at Lexa’s nipple but then stopping herself. “I’m” 

“You are in a rut my love.” 

“I’m in a rut!” Clarke realized only as she herself said it aloud. 

“Yes you are.” Lexa leaned up to kiss her mate. 

“I! Oh god! It feels really good!” Clarke’s body distracted her as her clit grazed against Lexa’s thigh just right once more. 

“I’m sure it does.” Lexa smiled, caressing her hands over Clarke’s hips in an enticing encouragement. 

“Fuck, and I, I just wanna provide for you so bad.”

“That sounds very nice sweetheart.” 

“Fuuck!” Clarke drug out the exclamation. 

“That’s it baby. How are you? Are you ok? What else are you feeling?” 

“I… I’m hot, but not like a heat. Heat feels like I’m burning from the inside out… but this is like my skin is hot, like I need to touch you, to fuck you and-” Clarke interrupted herself with a loud angry growl. “Fucking fuck! I wanna fuck you so bad.” 

“Ok, Ms. Vocabulary.” Lexa snickered but Clarke didn't seem to enjoy the joke quite as much. “Take off your clothes, it will make it easier. The heat on your skin will be more bearable if you strip.” 

“Me thinks someone just wants to get me naked.” Clarke teased taking off her shirt. 

“Really?” Lexa cocked an eyebrow. “Says the one who just ripped my shirt off?” 

Clarke huffed, undoing her pants, the advice worked better than she had expected. 

Clarke puffed out a dismissive growl, but blushed all the same. Her face would always betray her for Lexa. 

“It’s ok, I understand. The first one can be weird and… if you will excuse the pun, hard.”

Clarke made suggestive eyes and danced her eyebrows. “It was hard huh?” 

“I mean it baby.” Lexa pushed at Clarke’s hips gently. “Imagine you had no one to channel those feelings at? Just an empty burning and a searing pain when your knot finally pops with no one to slide it into.” 

“My poor baby girl. I can just imagine you hopelessly rutting, desperate to release. Getting your knot stuck in the spring of a couch cushion.” 

“Not funny!” Lexa laughed before fighting for dominance. Leveraging one leg for momentum, Lexa toppled her mate, rolling them both onto their sides and then maneuvering to get Clarke on her back. 

“Ack!” Clarke laughed and screamed, taken off guard by her mate. After she had her whereabouts steady once more she let loose a low protesting growl. “Bad.” She glared unappreciative of being thrown on her back. 

“I’m your alpha too remember?” 

Clarke continued growling, worked up in a whole alpha huff. 

“Relax alpha. It’s gonna be ok, I’ll submit.” Lexa offered her neck. 

Clarke’s pupils constricted in an instant, focusing directly on an unmarked patch of pristine skin. She launched, snatching Lexa’s flesh right between her teeth. Her growls grew much louder as her teeth clamped down around the alpha’s neck. 

“Clarke.” Lexa gasped out, cling to the alpha. Breaths shuttered out of her throat and right onto Clarke’s neck. “Damnit that is nice.” 

“Mine!” Clarke declared into her mate’s flesh, clamping down harder.” 

“Go easy baby, we don't know if your bite has matured yet.” Lexa found it hard to dissuade Clarke not because Clarke was so dead set on biting with all she had, which she was, but instead because her alpha’s bite on her flesh felt. Perfect in all ways, nothing had ever drawn her to submit so much as this ever before. Lexa’s eyes rolled back and she pressed her forehead to Clarke’s neck. She was offering herself up in her entirety for Clarke. Her actions were doing absolutely nothing to dissuade Clarke, in fact, she was actively enticing her alpha, begging for more with how she pressed her neck further into the bite. 

“F.. fuck, sorry. Its… just a little hard to stop when you are rocking into me like that.” Clarke painfully pulled away, wincing in longing to feel her mate’s flesh being marked once more. 

“It was really nice.” 

“I can tell, and someone is horny, rubbing her aching little pussy against my leg.” 

“Are you kidding me lil Ms. First rut and grinding against me?”

Clarke’s demanding growl turned Lexa’s tone quickly. 

“Yours.” The alpha submitted easily, her alpha bowing down to the fledgling alpha and her. It was a new muscle, but Clarke was already adept at flexing her alpha growl, more than enough to catch Lexa and muscle her down into somewhere near subspace, and certain to fall further soon. 

“All mine.” Clarke took back control, rolling them back so that Lexa was on the bottom again. 

“Fuck, yes yours.” Lexa panted out, moving in to kiss Clarke, busted lip or not. 

Clarke kissed back forcefully, grabbing at Lexa and pulling her closer as she delved her tongue into Lexa’s mouth and owned the fight for dominance. Everything came so much easier, it all felt immeasurably better, so simply more her in every way. There was no fighting an urge to submit, no painful twisting she didn't enjoy, just pure lust and enjoyable arousal all for her beautiful mate

“Mine.” This time the declaration was softer, not of ownership but of love. Her hand reached up to caress Lexa’s cheek. 

“Hey?” 

“Hi.” 

“You ok?” Lexa checked. 

“Perfect.” Clarke’s thumb stroked gently at Lexa’s cheek. 

“Are you ready to take our clothes? Start ravaging each other?” 

“Dear god yes!”

“Then take off my clothes, ya big bad alpha.” 

“Don't have to tell me twice.” Clarke eagerly began yanking at Lexa’s pants. 

“Button, button and zipper first babe. No more ruining my clothes!” 

Clarke glared back up at the alpha, her eyes protesting but she yielded. Clarke played patient, unbuttoning Lexa’s pants and zipper before returning to her impatience and ripping the pants off of Lexa. Nothing would ever match her delight at what she saw moments later. She by some miracle had missed Lexa’s panties in the effort to remove what clothing was left on her alpha. They were stained, white fabric perfectly transparent in the center, displaying Lexa’s desperation. “Oh fuck.” Clarke swooned at the smell, it was the same, but she smelled it differently. Without her omega dynamic clouding her sense of smell, she could pick up on the odor of Lexa’s submission so much better, and it was heavenly. 

“Clarke!” Lexa whined. 

“So Beautiful” Clarke parted Lexa’s legs as she fought a staring contest with the wet patch of Lexa’s panties. 

“Clarke! Please don't just tease me!” 

“But teasing you sounds so fun.” Clarke argued playfully as she moved in closer, breathing Lexa in deeper. 

“Damnit Clarke!” Lexa nearly broke. Her hips bucked up desperately, calling for her alpha, enticing her more and more to finally give in and pleasure her just how she needed. 

Clarke wasn't ready to give in, not yet, not completely. Instead of slipping off the panties separating her from Lexa’s sex, Clarke just moved in and drug her tongue along the stain in Lexa’s panties. Lexa tasted almost as good as she smelled even though thin cotton. 

Lexa screamed in impatient agony. Clarke always knew what made her tick but now with alpha hormones running her mind she was ever more merciless, eager to ruin Lexa and more than capable. 

“That’s it, that’s my girl.” Clarke cheered on. Leaving longer loving licks Clarke lapped unyieldingly at Lexa’s sex through her panties. Her efforts were thoroughly rewarded, The wet spot visibly growing and tasting even more of Lexa at each and every lick. 

“Clarke! Damint! You! Fuck!” Lexa couldn't form anything reasonably coherent with Clarke’s efforts slowly driving her insane. 

“There you go.” Clarke praised softly and snaked her arms around Lexa’s thighs getting comfy and readying herself to enjoy ruining Lexa further in comfort. 

Lexa’s breaths ran her ragged, sharp breaths interrupting desperate whines and an occasional moan. Clarke’s tongue gave just enough to press her right against a rising sense of ecstasy without giving her much of anything to latch on to. It was more than enough to reassure Clarke that she was doing everything perfectly even if it meant that she didn't get to taste her mate directly. A deft tongue eventually grew curious however, eager to taste more of her mate. Clarke gave in, not for the sake of Lexa’s whines but because she wanted to taste all of Lexa. Two fingers hooked inside one end of the drenched gusset to Lexa’s panties, pulling it aside so that she could probe her mate’s labia unhindered. 

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Lexa cheered out the moment she realized what Clarke was finally giving her. 

“Good girl.” Clarke adored hearing her mate’s joy and relief filled cries. She was truly capable of providing for her mate. It was a wonderful euphoric feeling and it was perfect. Allowing her tongue to probe and delve in between the folds of Lexa’s heavenly sex Clarke deepened slowly. Each lick and swipe of her tongue she allowed to part the folds just a little more as she watched Lexa’s clit poke out from under its hood and beg for attention that she was not interested in giving just yet. 

Eventually, Lexa’s hands found their way down to Clarke’s head. She pulled back the alpha’s hair, her fingers running through the silken locks, balling them up and pulling. Each desperate yank urged Clarke to lap deeper, but the alpha didn't obey the request. “Baby! Mope! Please!”

“Patience is a virtue.” Clarke teased. 

Lexa growled back, playing angry with being toyed with even if she loved it almost just as much as she enjoyed toying with Clarke. 

“Growling huh?” 

Lexa whined at being caught. “Clarke! Fuck! It is starting to hurt!” 

“Is it now?” 

“Please!” 

“Please what?” 

Lexa huffed and averted her eyes in the embarrassment of having her alpha pride so thoroughly broken for her mate. 

Clarke taunted a lick at Lexa’s slit, denoting it with a flick of the tip of her tongue right at Lexa’s aching clit. “If you don't say what you want, and ask nicely, you won't get it my love.” Clarke warned. 

Lexa whined again, her core twisting and tightening in a pleading ache for the alpha between her legs to finally give in and give her what she needed. “Please Clarke! It hurts and I wanna cum!” 

“Aww, you do now?” 

“Yes!” Lexa snapped. 

“My poor girl.” Clarke kissed up Lexa’s lower lip. 

“Clarke! Please!” 

“My, poor, girl.” Clarke repeated, this time with three succinct swipes at Lexa’s desperate bundle of nerves to enunciate her words. 

Lexa’s whole body arched, her hips lingered in the air pleading for more all the way up until Clarke finally gave in. Latching her lips directly around Lexa’s exposed bundle of nerves Clarke swirled her tongue around Lexa’s clit. Sucking softly and massaging with her tongue Clarke went to work. Lexa’s body finally collapsed back onto the bed but Clarke and her wonderfully dexterous tongue and mouth followed with. “That’s it, yes baby. Thank you!” Lexa breathlessly gasped out, her hips slowly rocking into the pleasure of Clarke’s mouth. 

“Good girl.” Clarke mawed at Lexa, taking her in and giving the alpha everything she had. Her tongue moved faster and faster as she sucked in a hastening intermittent pattern synced with how Lexa’s hips rocked into her. 

“Fuck fuck fuck!” 

“Cum. Come on, cum for me.” Clarke's cold dominant voice broke out low from between the laps which would certainly be Lexa’s undoing. 

“Yes!” Lexa panted. “Yes my alpha!” Her hips bucked up hard again, grinding right against Clarke’s tongue in such a way that would have made climax a foregone conclusion regardless of her alpha’s permission. 

Clarke didn't stop even as Lexa’s voice cracked in rapturous orgasm, she continued far past when Lexa’s body went slack in release and even trudged onward as Lexa tensed back up in overstimulation. 

“Oh fuck Clarke! Too much! Fuuuck!” Lexa’s voice drug out the exclamation. Her body tried to regulate the rampant sensation but they got the better of her and she came again despite her own struggle not to. 

“So good and sexy for me cumming twice so fast for me.” Clarke praised as Lexa lied limp lush in luxurious post-orgasmic buzzing haze.

“Good, for you.” Lexa whimpered out in between half breaths. Her body seemed to be incapable of catching back up to her for quite a while. Clarke had already kissed all the way up her body, left a small series of hickeys on her neck and began kissing her lips by the time Lexa could so much as move a finger again. 

“So so good.” Clarke praised, kissing deeper so that Lexa could taste her own release on her mate’s breath. 

“Fuck, why didn't we get you hormones months ago.” 

“I was a little pregnant months ago.” Clarke snickered and moved back down to Lexa’s neck to leave more small yellowish-brown bruised from adoring alpha hickys, 

“I don't care. That was so nice.” 

“I’m glad.” Clarke offered back some soft licks at Lexa’s neck which sent shivers all down Lexa’s spine in an effort to wake her hibernating snatch back up. 

“What about you Ms. Alpha. Don't you need some release too?” 

End of Chapter 58