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CEO!Michael x President’s Daughter!Y/N (Michael Clifford Smut Fic)

Summary: (Y/N) is the daughter of the company's president Michael holds the CEO position. They dated a few years back until they broke up due to the long distance. Now, (Y/N) is back, and her father has plans for her. Plans that Michael is absolutely opposed to. (Smut / Unprotected Sex / Oral; Female Receiving) The fic contains 2 scenes where marital rape is mentioned. The mentions are not graphic and there is no description of the incident. I have put the scenes in Italics and they are marked with asterisks (****) at the beginning and end of the paragraph. I actually saw this story in my dream once and I simply had to write it. I hope you like it, I put a lot of work into it. (Words: 15.9k)

"Good morning, Ms. (Y/L/N). Welcome back." My father's secretary greets me as soon as I step out of the elevator. I take off my sunglasses, looking at her with an ironic smile; such a kiss-ass. "Good morning, Mrs. Venable. My father is waiting for me in the board room. You must be aware of that..." I reply and she nods. "Of course. That's why I am here. I have specific instructions for guiding you there. You see, we had a little bit of a floor remodeling while you were away." She states, gesturing for me to follow her. "It was about time we had one." I mumble, following suit behind her. My high heels click against the marble floor, covering whatever chatter talk the secretary has been mumbling as we walk. "Your father made sure no one is going to bother you during the meeting." She comments, opening the door for me. I nod my head before walking in, being greeted by my father who opens his arms for me.

"(Y/N), sweetheart. Thank you for being here on time." He comments as I hug him. "Was I ever late when we had a meeting? Let me pour myself some coffee and then we can talk about the important matter that is so important that we couldn't talk about it at home." I sass, reaching for the pot in the center of the table. "Cutting straight to the matter, I see." He states with a chuckle, making me smirk. "Learned from the absolute best. Now, let's talk about business. Is this meeting about me being hired on the legal team of the company? Because you really didn't need to make that announcement all fancy like that." I brag just a little, bringing the mug to my lips. "It is not about that, darling. It is far more important than that." He assures me, making me look at him with furrowed eyebrows. "Then what is it, dad?" I ask, causing him to clear his throat. "Remember the Jophersons?" He asks me and I hum. "How couldn't I forget? What about them?" I ask, sitting up straight. "We have been bargaining a partnership. Their company and ours becoming one. It would be huge, we would take over the world market." He explains, far too passionate about it. "This is exciting, daddy. Do you need my approval as a shareholder? Because you know I would agree with that, even if you didn't ask." I smile at him, patting his hand. "Well, not nearly. The thing is... Jophersons' youngest son, Edward... You remember him, right? Well, he set a condition or else they pull the offer." He states, making me even more confused. "Ugh, of course, he would, that sleazy bastard... What did he ask for?" I ask, cringing at the memory of him. "You know that boy always had a crush on you... He asked... He set a clause that he would allow the partnership under the condition you would agree to marry him." He explains, making my stomach spasm. "No, not him. No. He has been trying to get me for years. It is a vanity project for him. I am nothing more than a trophy. Daddy, there has to be another way. Not Edward. Not Sleazy Eddy. Please, dad." I panic, feeling the temperature rise. "(Y/N), listen to me... It is the only way. Please, take a deep breath." He says, standing up and patting my shoulder. I tear up at the thought; he is the typical rich white guy, the type you see on the Bachelor show. He thinks that looks and money make the world revolve around him. He has been 'flirting' with me at every party, always trying to push on the boundaries, always being way too suggestive. It makes me sick, he makes me sick. My father can't really ask me to marry someone I don't like, can he? "Dad, no... This is inappropriate. This is unacceptable. We don't live in 1950. I am not some kind of exchangeable goods that he can demand on a contract." I hyperventilate, standing up from the chair I was sitting. "Sit down and lower your damn voice. All this year I have provided you with everything. It is time you finally paid back to the family. You know how important this is for me." He says, way sterner than before. "You can't be asking me to make that sacrifice. I don't love him, I don't even like him as a human. Please, dad. Anything but that. I will die if I marry him." I plead, feeling my throat convulse. I can barely breathe. "You are being dramatic. You will marry him and that's the end of it." He sounds way too determined as if he called me here to announce it rather than ask my input. "You are going to sacrifice my happiness on the money altar?" I ask him, making him scoff. "You make it sound like an Ancient Greek tragedy. You are not Iphigenia, sacrificing yourself for winds in your father's favor. You are marrying a rich guy, making your family richer and more powerful. You and your children, your children's children, and many generations after yours, are never going to worry about money. Stop pretending you are the victim here." He spits out, looking at me pitifully. "Not all that matters is money, dad." I state and he scoffs. "Please... It is easy for you to say that. You think money is not important because you never had to go a day without it. If you think money is not important, you are free to reject the offer and try to live without it." He announces, pointing at the door. I stare at him in shock, gulping down, and tensing my jaw. I nod my head, biting my lip. "Well, it seems like the decision has been finalized way before I was asked." I feel tears brimming in my eyes, sniffling as I try to stop myself from crying. "Get yourself together and go get ready. We have a meeting at 4, and your engagement will be announced along with the partnership. Make sure you are not late, make sure you look happy." He orders, making me chuckle. "Of course. We would hate for people to find out I'd rather kill myself before laying in bed with the devil." I state before storming out of the room.

I walk into the bathroom, trying to calm myself before I have a panic attack. My clothes feel awfully tight, constraining my breathing. I feel awful, disgusted by myself, by my family. My father is willing to practically sell me to someone to gain more power. I thought that this is something only happening to girls in 3rd world countries. I feel powerless; my family can't disown me, I have practically nothing, plus their connections would turn their backs on me. And I really can't marry Edward. I can't, I won't. The thought of him disgusts me, to the point of actually feeling like throwing up all over his face. I certainly cannot hope for a white wedding; his intentions for me wouldn't let him.

I press my back against the cold tile wall, sliding down on it. I want to crawl out of my skin, I want to scratch my flesh off my body. I can't be marrying him, but I also cannot reject it. The decision has been taken, my agreement was just fine letters for them. I think I chose to stay in the bathroom because I felt powerless to move anywhere else. I take a look at myself in the mirror; it is like I am having an out-of-body experience. I don't recognize the woman in the mirror, she doesn't nearly look familiar. I close my eyes, taking a deep breath before opening my purse and reaching for my little makeup bag. Just a bit of powder to make my eyes look like I haven't been crying my soul out and a little bit of lipstick to add some color to my washed-out complexion. I look better than my father and future husband deserve; had I have the guts, I would show up dressed in rugs.

"You don't look like you went home to change." My father comments as I take a seat by him on the big table in the board room. "It might be because I didn't. I didn't want to be late for the glorious announcement." I state sarcastically, taking my phone out of my purse. In walk the Jophersons, the father followed by the eldest and youngest son. Oh, my future husband... He has the stupidest smirk, the victorious kind he always sports. God, I will have to spend my life with this moron, whose only achievement is being born in a family of old money. He takes a seat across from me, giving me a side smirk as he settles. My stomach stings, every bite of my breakfast crawling up and threatening to fly out of my mouth. And then he walks in, looking like a million bucks. I haven't thought about the possibility of running into him here, like my brain refused to run down the scenario. Michael is still the CEO, he still runs the company. My father holds the founder position and the chairman of the board, but Michael is still the CEO here. My mind goes fuzzy around the edges, only focusing on him as his eyes lock with mine. Now my stomach fills with butterflies, my heart skipping a bit. I haven't seen him for 3 years now, ever since the breakup, but I would be damned if I said I haven't thought of him every day ever since. "Everyone's here?" My father asks, standing up from his chair. I press my hand against my temples, bracing myself for the impact. "Shall we begin?" He asks again, fixing the button of his blazer. "Before we talk about the business part of the meeting, I have an important announcement to make. My beautiful daughter, the most precious part of my heart, and Edward Jopherson are getting married. Everyone present is invited and welcome to the engagement party on Saturday." He announces, making the board clap and cheer, as Ed smirks smugly. I dart my eyes away, finding Michael looking at me in a state of shock.

I scrubbed and washed my skin away, trying to get rid of the dirty feeling that has seeped in under my skin. I want to lock myself away from the world outside, wishing to build a haven for me where I will be safe and all of this is just a bad dream. My hair has moistened the fabric of my romp, and my face is as blank as it has never been before. The only lights that I let in are coming from the big window that overlooks the city and the TV that has been playing for hours now, providing some noise that distracts me from going insane. I sniffle as I wipe my tears away, deciding that a good ol' sob-out is what I need. This is how my life is going to be from now on, I just know it. I don't want the only happiness in my life coming from materialistic stuff, but I know that marrying Edward is only going to give me this kind of happiness. I don't let myself get delusional, thinking that somehow Edward is going to turn out to be some decent guy, a guy that will love and respect me, because I know him for the douche he is. I am going to be a trophy wife for him. A sad, lonely trophy wife.

My doorbell rings, making me jump up from the couch. I walk to the door, fixing my romp and wiping my eyes before I peep through the peephole, finding Michael standing outside my door. "Who let you in?" I ask him as I open the door. "Yous still have the same pin. You still have my birthday as your entrance pin." He points out, making me huff. "Shit... I forgot to change it after coming back. What do you want? You shouldn't be here." I state, gulping the lump in my throat. "Can I come in?" He asks; it is more of a demand than a request, his tensed jaw moving from side to side. "You really shouldn't be here." I repeat and he hums. "Well, I am here." He states, cocking his eyebrow at me. I move from the door, letting him inside my penthouse before closing the door. "What do you want, Michael?" I ask, crossing my arms in front of my chest. "Why are you marrying him?" He asks me, making me roll my eyes. "Why do you care? We are not together anymore. We haven't been for years." I protest and he groans. "I still fucking care and you know it. You were the one who called the end." He snaps, making me chuckle sarcastically. "I called it quits because we were apart. I was away for my master's and you were here running the company. I was the one traveling to see you. Do you know how many essays I wrote on planes traveling back and forth? You were never visiting, I was tired of you finding excuses. It's been years since, Michael. Stop pretending you care." I shake as I let it out, making him groan at me from deep in his chest. "I still fucking care about you and you can't change it. Why are you marrying Sleazy Ed? Your stomach turned at the sight of him and now all of a sudden you want to spend your life with the douchebag?" He asks me, raising his voice. "Stop yelling at me. You know damn well why I am marrying him." I reply, prompting him to look at me a little disgusting. "You are marrying him for money? Doesn't your family have enough?" He asks. "I am marrying him to give my father his precious partnership. I am marrying him because there is no other way." I snap at him, making him drop his face and walk closer to me. "What? What are you talking about?" He asks, voice going soft. "Ed, set as a clause that I will have to marry him for him to agree on the partnership. You didn't know?" I ask and he shakes his head no. "He can't do that." He protests and I shrug. "Apparently he can and he already did. I was exchanged for more power, I was part of the deal. So please, spare me the dramatics right now. I have already maxed out on my tragedy for the day." I say, feeling hollow. "You can't marry him." He stutters, making me chuckle. "The other option was destroying the deal, and my parents disowning me and me being left with no one and nothing." I reply, throwing my hands in the air in frustration. "No, no... You can't marry him... I can't let you marry him." He exasperates, running his hand down his face. "Michael... It is too late. You were there when the contracts were signed. The partnership is about to start and I am about to go wedding dress shopping for my wedding with Sleazy Ed. It is over for me, Michael. It has been over for us for years, and now it is over for me as well, I will be sad and lonely for the rest of my life." I shrug my shoulders, feeling all my emotions choking me. "It's not over. It's was never over for us, (Y/N). I haven't stopped loving you and I know you haven't stopped loving me either. I know you haven't, I knew since the moment I saw you in the conference room. This can't be our end." He says, looking at me with the softest look. I can't really breathe; the only thought in my mind right now is somewhat ending up with Michael. "Don't say things you know that can't be true." I sniffle, causing him to walk towards me, grab my face in his hands, and pull me in for a kiss.

I respond to him, kissing him back as if I depend on it. I remember how much I liked kissing him, I remember every movement of his lips against mine, how warm they felt. I walk backward until my back meets the wall, and Michael's body presses against mine. I sigh in the kiss, just seconds before his teeth pull on my bottom lip. My hands move to unbutton his shirt, a little eager to feel him whole against my body. "You can't be marrying him to please your father when you know what I can do with my tongue." He mumbles, lowering his body and wrapping my legs around his waist. "Are you going to make me feel good?" I ask and he hums, bringing his face to my chest. "As always, princess." He mumbles, setting me on my bed. He kneels, undoing the belt that holds my romp together. I am left in the matching, silky negligee, which Michael just lifts its hem to my stomach. He pulls my panties to the side, bringing his mouth to my sex. "Oh, Michael..." I sigh, closing my eyes and throwing my head back. I always loved his lips there, he always knew how to make me cum. His tongue swirls against my clit, before flicking on it fast. My hand lowers to his hair, twisting and gripping on his locks. "Oh fuck..." I cry, pressing my core more on his face.

He sucks on my bundle of nerves vigorously, bringing his fingers to my entrance. His ring and middle finger circle around my entrance. I turn my head to the side, my eyes falling on the window running along my bedroom. The city looks better than ever right now, the lights reflecting on the glass of my window blurring in and causing lines of highlights to blend in the scenery. He hooks his fingers up against my spot, making my legs shake and my whole body writhe from pleasure. "Michael, please... Please, I need more of you, I need all of you." I cry out, making him smile against my core. "Want me, baby?" He asks, taking his mouth off my cunt, taking a breath as he plants kisses on the inside of my thigh. "Today... more than ever." I utter, stroking his hair. "Me too, baby." He smiles, crawling up my body and leaving a trail of kisses from my thighs, to my hipbones, and then all the way up to my neck. He reaches down to unzip his pants, lowering them until he frees his cock. He pulls me closer by my thighs, wrapping my legs around his hips and stroking his cock against my sex. "You still like it raw, baby?" He asks, nibbling on my ear lobe. "Only from you." I whimper and he chuckles. My hands go to his biceps as he tries to slip inside me.

When he does, he moves slowly, giving me time to adjust to him after all this time. His hand goes to the side of my face, stroking his fingers over it as I whimper softly and try to accommodate to him. "Please, make love to me... This might be my last time experiencing that." I plead, making him shake his head. "It won't be, princess. I won't allow it." He assures me, pressing his lips against mine. I part my lips, letting him slide his tongue in my mouth and deepen the kiss, just as he starts thrusting faster. I feel him stretch my walls as he moves, which makes me moan and moves against him. His thumb grazes over my cheek, soothing me while he pounds in me harder, angling up to hit my spot just right. I moan against his lips, throwing my head a little back and causing his lips to move on my chin. "Princess..." He mumbles softly, his voice huskier than before. "Don't stop." I beg, moving my hips against his. "I won't... I won't stop, baby. I missed you, I missed us." He breathes out, his breath fanning against my skin. "Oh, Michael... You know my body too well. I am so close." I whine, touching his face with my fingertips. I bring his face to mine, connecting our lips as he thrusts in and out of me, making my eyes flicker at how good he feels inside me. The knot in my stomach snaps, making me groan as I orgasm around him, twitching underneath him. "Fuck, I had forgotten how good you feel cumming around me." He hisses, tilting my head to the side, and latching his lips on my neck.

"There must be a way you can avoid marrying that douchebag and not breaking the deal." Michael comments as I walk back to my bed after cleaning up. "No, there isn't. And I don't want to talk about it right now." I reply, sighing as I sit on the bed. "This was a mistake..." I mumble, feeling tears forming in my eyes. "You regret it?" He asks me worried. "Not a second of it. I just... I will never be as happy as I was on this bed with you. And tonight only makes living with Ed seem harder. So, tonight shouldn't happen again. Because if it happens again, it will only highlight how sad my life with him is going to be." I sob, making him kneel in front of me. "Let me stay tonight. Let me hold you in my arms, let me take you in, one last time. If this is goodbye, we deserve a proper one, we deserve a soft one." He says, making me nod as my lips pout and twitch and my eyes fill with tears. "Hey, hey... Don't cry. Tonight we pretend all of this is not happening and that we will be alright." He says softly, peppering my face with kisses. "I always thought I would be marrying you. I always saw myself having children with you, living in a beautiful house by the sea, with a huge garden, kinda like a field." I state as Michael pulls me to lay on the bed, pressing my back against his chest. "The house sounds dreamy. How many children?" He asks me, strumming his thumb over my hip. "3. Two boys and a girl." "Two Michaels and one (Y/N), huh? Well, I want 4. And a bunch of dogs." He replies and I giggle. "This is just a dream." I say under my breath. "I know. But dreams do come true, you know..." He plants a kiss on my shoulder. "Rarely." I add and he chuckles. "I promise to make this one come true. Even if it means moving heaven and earth to make it." He tries to assure me, making me smile at how naive this is.

The house is full of people; people I don't know, people I don't care to meet. All I care about is the fact that Edward has been walking around, with his hand on my lower back and a smile on his face, introducing future Mrs. Jopherson to the invitees. I have been drinking the whole night, trying to numb myself, disassociating from all of this. I hate his touch, I hate the feeling of him close to me, I hate the sound of his voice. I hate everything, and this is supposed to be only the beginning of it. "I have to go freshen up... Excuse me for a sec." I remove myself politely from the company, walking away as fast as I can. I can't wait for the event to be over and I get to go home, lock myself in my apartment, away from everyone, away from my parents, away from my fiance.

I let myself into the upstairs guest bathroom, locking the door behind me before I sit on the lid of the toilet. I fidget with my fingers, trying to breathe normally; I didn't think of what I would do once I was away from the people in the party, only focusing on a way to just go away. The knock of the door startles me, making me jolt in my seat and gasp. "Occupied." I call, hoping whoever it is will fuck off elsewhere and leave me alone. "Michael." He responds, almost whispering. I stand up, walking to the door, and unlocking it to let him in. "What are you doing here?" I ask, closing the door. "I wanted to check on you." He says, shrugging his shoulders. "I mean at the engagement party. Why are you here?" I ask and he sighs. "It is painful. But it is way more painful for you. And I didn't want to leave you here alone. I know you are alone in this house tonight, and I wanted you to have someone here for you tonight. Plus, your father invited everyone and I think people would notice if I wasn't here." He replies, making me gulp the knot in my throat and nod my head. "I hate it here..." I sniffle and he cups my face in his hands. "Hey, hey... No crying. He doesn't get to make you cry. You are going to make it through this, I am going to help you any way I can." He mumbles, making me look at him. "You have to go. We agreed we wouldn't..." "I am not here to take advantage of you. I am here because I could tell from across the room you were about to meltdown... And I didn't want you to make anything stupid." He replies, making me chuckle. "I wouldn't. The deal would be off." I joke, laughing and making Michael join me in. "You are the love of my life. I love you, more than anything in the world." He says, looking at me in the eye. "It is time to stop. It is time you find someone else to love... It is ok, you can't wait for me forever." I assure him but he shakes his head. "You can't tell who to love or for how long. I gave you my heart way back, and it is yours to keep. I will be waiting for you because you are getting out of it." He states, pressing his lips on my forehead. "I'll go downstairs now. Try not to take too long." He mumbles, stroking my cheek before he turns away.

Sooner than I anticipated, the night before my wedding arrived. My parents and future in-laws through a big rehearsal dinner, where my future husband decided that PDA was essential. I nearly vomited 3 times during the hour-long dinner, really putting my acting skills to full capacity to avoid showing off how much I wanted to die. I could only feel gratitude the moment I walked into my apartment. My parents wanted me to stay at the family house my last night as Ms. (Y/L/N), my mother for sentimental purposes, so she could be there for her little girl on the final night she would sleep alone, and my father just to make sure I wouldn't run away. But he settled on me going to the family house bright and early, accompanied of course by a bunch of his guards. I pour myself a glass of whiskey, petrified by daylight coming in soon. I thought about escaping, I am not going to lie, but I have nowhere and no one to go to. At my father's command, everyone will cut me off if I disobey him. I thought about running to Michael; I know he will be there waiting with open arms. But he is going to lose his job and have a similar fate to mine, being turned down by everyone he asks for a job from. I know how hard he has worked to get where he is, and I would never, ever do that to him. He was at the rehearsal, looking at me silently from his spot, enduring the torture of seeing me with another man.

My doorbell rings and I rush to it, my heart skipping happily; I knew he would come. I open the door and find Michael behind it, just as I expected. I fall in his arms, making him wrap them around me tightly. "I knew you would come..." I mumble, refusing to let him go. He still holds onto me as we walk in, closing the door behind him. "I can't stay away from you." He replies, pushing my chin up so he can kiss me. "You are the only person I wanted to see tonight. No one else." I state in between kisses, making him hum. "I know. I could feel it." He mumbles, cupping my face in his hands. "Are you going to stay with me?" I ask, looking at him pleadingly. "I can't leave you... I can't..." He breathes out, picking me up to carry me to my bed.

His hands work fast to bare me of my clothes, while his lips trail my skin. His hands touch me everywhere, making me chill at the sensation. "I love you... I love you so much..." He mumbles, looking up at me. "I love you too... More than anything in the world." I reply, making him smile at me softly. His lips move to my neck while he thrusts inside me, taking my hands in his. I gasp, closing my eyes to focus only on how good he feels inside me. He kisses my jawline, breathing against my skin as he moves inside me. "I love you..." He repeats, bringing his lips on mine. He kisses me deeply, squeezing harder on my hands as he bucks his hips against mine, angling up to hit my spot. I kiss him back just as deeply, bringing my hand to twist in the hair on the end of his head. My thigh is pressed against his side, trying to hold my body closer to his as he thrusts harder, making me pulse around his length. "You feel so good." I breathe out, throwing my head back. One of his hands leaves mine, traveling down to my hip and tracing soft patterns on it as he holds onto me. "I will never get enough of you... All of you and all of me belong together." He utters, wrapping his fingers around my wrist. I moan in pleasure, eyebrows furrowing together as I bite my bottom lip. I feel warm and loved underneath him, something that my body has been aching to experience again. I buck my hips up against his, riding on him to meet his thrusts. "Fuck, do that again." He whines, face morphing into his familiar pleasure expression. "What? Move my hips like that?" I ask, rolling them against him. "Fuck... Fuck... I wanna cum..." He hisses, pounding on top of me. "Not yet... Not yet, please... I wanna cum with you. And I just need a little more to get myself there. Please..." I whimper, gasping as I feel his tip press against my cervix. His veins are pulsing against my walls, his thrusts are becoming sloppier and sloppier each passing second, showing me he is achingly close to his high. But he keeps himself from coming, biting his lip and digging his nails into my skin. I want him to leave a mark, I want him to mark me as his own so that I will have to walk down the aisle wearing his touch under my designer wedding dress. "You are pulsing around me... You are milking my cock, princess." He slurs, panting as he fucks me deeper with every move of his hips. "Michael..." I cry out, arching my back off the mattress. He scoops his arm under my waist, holding me close to him as he gives me a couple of final thrusts before I shriek and cum around him, screaming his name as I clutch onto him as if he is the most precious part of my soul; which he certainly has been, currently is, and always will be.

With the final thrust, he glues on me, holding me down and resting his head in the curve of my neck while he cums inside me, making me feel warm, full, and safe. "Go pack a bag." He orders as he calms down from his orgasm, flopping with his back against the bed. "What?" I ask, resting my head against his chest and taking his hand in mine. "Go pack a bag, just a few clothes, and necessities. Let's leave. Now. Please, let's leave together." He begs, making me hum bittersweet. "And where do you think we should go?" I ask, knowing better than him that there isn't a plan for this escape. "I don't know. We will get in a car together, drive to a different state, and take a plane elsewhere. I have qualifications, experience, I will find another job. And we will get a house by the sea, with a big garden, just as you pictured it. Please, go pack a bag." He looks at me like a puppy, his eyes sparkling. "My father is going to fight you, no one will hire you. He has power, money, influence. He knows politicians, he is going to make sure you and I suffer if we oppose and cancel the deal. No one is going to hire you, nor me." "I don't care, I will work at McDonald's, I will flip burgers... I just want to be with you. Run away with me." He presses on me, running his thumb over the back of my hand. "You are going to hate me for the rest of your life. You worked too hard to get where you are right now. If you throw it all away for me, you are going to hate me. Maybe not the first months, or the first couple of years, but 3 or 4 years in, when we will be staying in a tiny apartment and we won't be able to afford to have a baby, and the bills are going to be piling up, you are going to despise me, you are going to curse the moment you suggested we run away and I said yes. So, since I want you to remember me with love and not hatred, I have to say no." I explain and he sighs. "(Y/N), please." He begs, voice cracking. "Mikey, baby... I love you. And turning this down is even harder than getting married to Sleazy Ed tomorrow evening, so, please don't ask me again." I reply, leaving a peck on his chest. I am oddly calm while I let the words out, my soul feeling at peace as I realize I am doing what's best for everyone. "I could never hate you. Never. Even if we lived in a cardboard, underneath a bridge. And sacrificing what I have right now, it will be a lot easier than watching you become his wife." He replies, hugging me to his body. "Don't come to the wedding tomorrow. Putting on the whole show is going to be a lot harder if you are there. I don't want you going through that." I almost beg him. "I think everyone will notice I am missing. We did so well hiding our relationship while we were together, let's not give them suspicions. Plus, I can't leave you there alone." He says soothingly, rubbing down my arm. ****"I... Tomorrow night, he is going to..." I begin but he shushes me. "If he touches you, if he lays his hands on you, in any way, I will kill him myself. I swear to God and anything sacred." He looks at me in the eye, hissing a threat I know he can't bring to life. "We know the only reason he put that clause in the contract is just to get in my pants. He couldn't ask for a night with me, that would show his true colors to my father, to his father, to everyone on both boards. He has been trying to fuck me for years, I have been turning him down every time and that pissed him off. If I don't give him what he wants, he will only become more obsessed. So, tomorrow night, when he thrusts in me for less than 3 minutes, I am going to close my eyes and think of you, and all of the times you made me feel ethereal, like a goddess on Earth." I reply, smiling at him softly. "He is going to..." He begins but I press my finger on his lips. "He doesn't have power over me. I'll give him what he wants and he will be disinterested, move back to fucking everyone with a pussy between their legs." I reply and he groans; I feel his anger, his frustration, his helplessness, and I have been there when I first realized what would happen after the wedding. You see, putting on a dress and saying "I do" is going to be just the beginning. And the beginning is the easiest in this scenario. "You are the bravest person I know. You have bigger balls than any motherfucker I know." He states and I sigh. "Yeah, I know." I reply, raxing my back and yawning. ****

"A week from tomorrow, at 9 pm, you come to find me at the hotel we used to go when we were hiding from everyone. I will text you the room number at 8:30. Come find me." He instructs and I huff. "Are we running away from there?" I ask him, causing him to shake his head. "No. Not yet, at least. It will be just you and me for a couple of hours, a bit of sensitization for both of us, because I know we will both be out of our bodies until then. I will be your haven, your safe space for a few hours, and you will be my happiness, the only thing that will keep me from losing it." He explains, making me tear up a little. "We will meet weekly." I suggest and he hums. "More frequently if we need it. You will just text me, or I will just text you and we will meet at the hotel whenever we need it." He kisses the top of my head, breathing steadily. "I love you." I utter, lacing my fingers with his. "I love you too, pretty girl." He whispers, making warmth spread on my body.

"You look so pretty, (Y/N)... You are the most beautiful bride I have seen." My father smiles as he walks into the bridal suite. He is supposed to walk me down the aisle, deliver me to the douchebag I am supposed to marry in just a few minutes. "Stop, stop with this bullshit, we both know I look nothing like myself. Not even close. We both know that this facade is not pretty..." I rumble, feeling like giving myself one last chance to walk out of this free. "(Y/N), you are being dramatic. I swear to God, if you pull that crap in front of everyone, I will make you regret it." He threatens. My chest tightens and I decide that attack is not the best strategy. "Dad... Daddy... That man... You know that man is going to torture me. I don't love him, dad. He is going to make me unhappy. Please don't throw my life away. Please, dad... You are the only one with the power to stop it. Please, dad..." I beg, looking at him for a reaction. "Everyone is waiting for us, Mrs. Jopherson." He replies, linking my arm with his. I nod my head and wipe away my eyes, taking a deep breath to calm myself down. "Yes, sir. Let's go offer everyone a show." I say coldly, putting on my brave face.

I counted the seconds until the day I would see Michael arrived. I lied to the house personnel that I would be heading to the gym in case Edward asks my whereabouts and drove to the hotel as fast as I could, feeling jittery about seeing him again. There were mere seconds between me knocking on the door and him opening it, smiling at me. I fall in his arms, breathing in his scent to ground myself to reality. He is here, and I am here, and this is real, more real than what happened in the past week. He pulls me inside and I push the door closed with my foot. "I missed your pretty face... I missed you so much." He whispers, peppering my face with kisses. "Not more than I did." I assure him, cradling his face in my hands and kissing him deeply. ****"Did he touch you? Are you ok?" He asks after we pull away, holding me by my shoulders. "He was too drunk to do anything on the first night. We stayed in a hotel suite and the moment he was off, I went and booked myself a room. I stayed there all night and only saw him in the morning. We went for lunch with my parents and his, spent most of the day there. We got home at night and he... It lasted 3 minutes and 37 seconds... I know, I counted them. He rolled to the side, mumbled something to himself. And then he fell asleep. I slept in a guest room, woke up super early just to go back to his bed. After that, he didn't bother with me. He got what he wanted. I am sleeping in a different room than him now. He doesn't seem to mind." I state, making him close his eyes and draw a breath, trying to contain himself. ****

"Hey, hey... I am alright. Can we please, stop talking about it now? This whole safe haven thing is not going to work if we are constantly talking about him." I ask, stroking his cheek, as he nods his head at me. "I picked up some Asian food from the place near my house. I got you extra dumplings because I know you like them." He says, pointing to the bag that is resting on the table nearby. "You know, my excuse for tonight was that I was going to the gym. I can't go back home blotted from dumplings." I joke and he hums. "Well, if you'd like... I can help with burning the extra calories..." He smirks, making me roll my eyes at him. "I was really hoping you would... I have been thinking of you touching me nearly every day since the last time." I place my hands on the sides of his neck.

"I was thinking... Maybe... I don't know, the weekend after this one, maybe we could go on a little trip. On a little cabin in the woods, away from everyone... If you want to of course." He suggests, stroking my hair and twisting a lock of it between his fingers. My head is on his chest, his skin still a little damp with sweat from having sex a few minutes before. "I will have to find an excuse and we should definitely not meet during the next week, just for precaution, but it sounds magnificent." I state, supporting my body on my elbows to be able to look at him a little better. "We will leave on Friday afternoon. I'll pick you up from your old apartment. And we will drive there. Hopefully, we will make it there before night falls and we will have dinner under the stars. Just you and me, miles away." He states, running his knuckles down my back. "Why are we meeting here?" I ask and he looks at me with confusion. "What do you mean?" He asks me back. "I still have my old apartment. We can meet there, it will feel more... homey, I guess." I suggest and he chuckles. "Aren't you afraid of getting caught?" He asks me and I shake my head at him. "Ed doesn't know about the house, and my parents don't have keys. I have no neighbors, I live in the penthouse... Getting caught is no valid worry." I respond and he hums. "Ok then... Next meeting will be at your house." He replies, pressing his lips on my forehead.

The housekeeper leaves the plate before me, making me smile at her politely. Edward has been scrolling on his phone, which is a huge relief for me. He barely ever talks to me while he is at home, which is torturing. He married me to prove he could, and he plans on spending our married life just keeping me incarcerate in a life of nothing. "My best friend from college is coming from Spain next weekend. We are thinking of going to Miami for the weekend to catch up. Girls weekend out and stuff." I state, picking up my glass of wine. "And you are telling me this because...?" He asks, not raising his gaze from his phone. "Just to let you know I will be gone next weekend. Friday to Monday morning." I reply, shrugging my shoulders. "Yeah, have fun. Try not to make a big fool out of yourself." He replies, making me press my tongue against my cheek and swallow my anger. "Thanks. Try not to catch too many STDs while I am gone." I roll my eyes, sipping on my wine.

Friday came and I couldn't wait to get out of the house. If sneaking around with Michael in hotel rooms makes me feel free, that feeling of freedom becomes a thousand times intenser now that we are going away from all that. Michael pulls into the parking under my old apartment, making me jump in excitement. I skip to the car, throwing my duffel bag in the backseat before slipping in the front. "Hi, baby." He greets, smiling at me. I lean closer to him, pressing my lips against his for a quick peck, which he turns into a deeper, proper kiss by gripping onto the back of my head and prying my lips apart with his tongue. "Ready for our trip?" He asks as we part, making me squeal excitedly. "I have never been more ready about anything in my life" I reply, relaxing back into my seat. "The little cabin is absolutely beautiful. It has a fireplace and a cozy bedroom. And a little hot tub on the balcony, which has a breath-taking view. You are going to love it." He says, driving out of the parking. "Pity I didn't pack a swimsuit..." I pout, picking up the coffee cup from the cup holder. "You can go naked. I don't mind... Nothing I haven't seen before, nor I don't want to see... I mean. Babe, you have a body to kill for." He replies, cocking an eyebrow at me. "I packed a suit, unfortunately for you. Just in case... Plus, my whole excuse was that I will be going to Miami. I had to pack some bikinis for cover-up." I bring my hand to stroke his hair, making him groan in disappointment. "What do I have to do to convince you to go in naked?" He asks, making me lick my lips. "Well, did you pack wine with you?" I ask back, cocking an eyebrow at him. "Rosé and Red. I know my girlfriend..." He replies, bringing my hand to his lips. "Shall we put on some music? Let freedom begin?" I ask, bringing my phone out of my pocket. "Let the freedom begin, princess." He smiles at me, almost as excited as I am.

We reach the little cabin just before sunset, the whole scenery looking idealistic with the light surrounding it. "Let's leave the luggage in the car and go to the reception for the key." He suggests, parking the car as I stretch my body. "Didn't you make a reservation?" I ask and he nods. "I did. But we need to pick up the keys and leave some identification." He explains, opening his door and getting out. I follow his lead, walking by his side and locking arms with him. He leans in, pecking my temple softly. I smile and lean my head against his arm, feeling calm for the first time in a while.

We walk into the little reception, small enough to fit only the desk and the back room. "Hi. We have a reservation. Under the name Clifford." Michael says to the woman behind the desk. She smiles at us while he takes out his ID. "Mr. and Mrs. Michael Clifford, you reserved the house up the hill." She replies, checking Michael's ID. "That's us. Did the payment go through?" He asks and the lady nods. "Of course. Give me a second to make a copy and hand you the keys." She says, moving to the back room. "Mr. and Mrs. Michael Clifford?" I ask, making him shrug. "I like the sound of it. Don't you?" He asks me and I hum. "I love it. This weekend I am Mrs. Clifford." I state, my heart fluttering at the sound of it. I lean up, pressing a kiss on his lips while the smile still spreads on my face. "Well, Mrs. Clifford... What do you want to do once we are in our cabin?" He asks me, pushing a lock of hair behind my ear. "I wanna have some wine with my husband, in front of the fireplace. Little to no clothing." I reply and he moans. "It sounds like a plan..." He replies, kissing the tip of my nose. "A good plan, I hope." I place my hand on top of his chest. "The best plan I've heard in years."He assures me, taking my hand in his.

After picking up the keys, Michael and I got into the car and drove up the hill where our cabin is. It looks like a typical cabin in the wood, with log walls and a front porch with comfortable seats. I carry my bag inside after Michael unlocks the door, and I walk in the coziest little living room, with a big sofa and a perfect fireplace. It is perfect, the total opposite of where we usually go. I walk up the staircase, leading to an open-plan bedroom. It is rustic, to say the least, but totally warm and homey. I leave my bag in the little armchair across the bed, smiling to myself as I imagine my weekend here with the love of my life. I was right; this is absolute freedom and I can picture myself living here forever with Michael, even if it isn't the dream house by the ocean I always pictured ourselves in. "Are you ok, love?" Michael asks, standing behind me and wrapping his arms around me. "I have never been better. This is oneiric, my love. I feel free." I take a deep breath, feeling my body relaxing finally. "I'll go start the fire. Wanna take a shower and freshen up?" He asks, kissing down the curve of my neck. "I'll be right downstairs. Crackers and cheese with the wine... My stomach is grumbling..." I pout as I turn around, making him hum. "You are hungry, bub?" He asks, raising my hoodie before kneeling down to kiss my stomach. "Very... But also I feel filthy after all those hours in the car. So, I need to go clean up." I stroke his hair, smiling down at him. "Filthy girl..." He mumbles, standing up and pressing his lips against mine. "Go. I will need warmth after the shower. Go start the fire, pour the wine, plate the cheese and crackers. Maybe have a shower too after the fire and before doing the rest. The car ride made you greasy..." I press my thumb on his bottom lip, pulling it down a bit, enough to reveal his bottom teeth before I press a peck on it. "And what are you going to do if I do everything?" He asks, cocking an eyebrow at me. "Look pretty, smell great, be soft... So soft... Silky soft..." I say between kissing his neck in between kisses. "Fine... Go shower." He moans, throwing his head back.

Michael enters the bathroom right the moment I am wrapping my towel around my body. "Fuck, I missed all the fun." He sighs, making me chuckle. "We have a whole weekend to shower together." I remind him and he hums. "The fire is ready. I'll do the rest after the shower, just as the princess requested." He mumbles, stripping off his clothes. "You such a good boy for me... I will have to reward you for that..." I state, licking my lips as I watch his naked body. "What do you have in mind?" He asks, turning to look at me. "You know I am very good with my mouth... And not just for talking in court." I give him a wink, before walking out of the bathroom and letting him slip in the shower.

He was quick in his shower, soon moving downstairs to set up our little date and giving me time to dress up for him. Usually, when we meet in the hotel room, I am dressed in sports clothes, to cover my gym alibi. So now it is the perfect time for me to dress up for him, finally. So, I slip in my little babydoll, with the nice panties and garter belt underneath, tying it all together with my silky romp with lace details. I walk downstairs, finding Michael sitting by the fireplace already, 2 glasses of wine before him. "Well, that's quite the setup..." I comment, waiting for him to bring his focus on me. He averts his gaze to me, his face lighting up as he scans me. He stands up, walking his way towards me. He stares at me for a while, before his hands move to the belt of my romp. He tugs at it, looking at me for permission, which I grant by just nodding. He undoes it, letting the cover-up fall from my body. He looks at me in my babydoll, blinking a couple of times before running his hands down my sides. "Don't you look like a doll..." He comments, picking up my romp from the stairsteps. "You like it?" I ask, making him hum. "You look like a painting, my love." He replies, helping me walk down the remaining stairs. We walk to the fireplace, where he hands me a glass of wine. "If you get cold, you can always dress up. It is enough for me knowing what's under the romp."

He states, clinging his glass with mine while still staring at me. "It is actually very warm in here. Plus the wine is going to heat me a lot. So, I might strip down eventually." I reply, taking a sip from my wine. He breathes heavily, his chest moving visibly with every breath he draws in, while he gulps thickly. "Shit... I don't deserve you..." He shakes his head, running his hand down his face. "You deserve all of me." I assure him, moving closer to him, cupping his jaw in my hand before I kiss his lips. He tastes like his last gulp of wine, which makes me hazy, craving him more as I swipe my tongue between his teeth. He snakes his arm around my waist, pulling me closer to his body until I straddle him. "Wanna christen the cabin, princess?" He asks me, moving his lips from my lips to my chin and then down my neck. "What do you think, daddy?" I ask, breathing hard already. "You make me feel more intoxicated than all the wine in the world, my love." His breath fans against my skin, making me feel goosebumps spread on my body. "Michael..." I moan, feeling his hands stroking over my thighs slowly. "I know, baby. I need you too. Just as badly, if not more..." He whispers, kissing my neck hungrily. "Let me strip for you. I haven't done it in a while..." I ask, gasping under his touch. "Go ahead, baby. Do it slowly, let me take it in." He requests, leaning back as I stand before him. I watch the flames in the fireplace dance around, taking the tempo from them while I sway for him and touch my body, keeping eye contact as he drinks his wine and watches me as I toy with the straps of my babydoll.

I lower the left one, letting the garment drop a little from my chest. I watch him sit up a little, licking his lips as his face becomes a little redder. I drop the other one now, letting it fall completely. I am now standing bare-chested before him, left only in my garter and my panties, contrasting against my skin. "Let those on. I like them..." He says, moving near me. He brings me to lay with my back against the fuzzy carpet, hovering above me before he brings his lips to my chest. He kisses my body softly, every now and then bringing the tip of his tongue to lick the imprint his lips left as he trails them down towards my navel. He leaves a couple of hickeys, softly sucking on my skin to mark it in the prettiest colors. "Lower... Lower... Please..." I moan, feeling a tingling sensation between my thighs. "Lower? Here?" He asks, kissing an inch above the hem of my panties. "Lower..." I plead, tangling my fingers in the fuzz of the carpet. "Here?" He asks, lowering my panties and kissing my pussy, inches above my clit. "A little lower. Please, don't tease me like that..." I beg, becoming frustrated over the whole thing. "There... Fuck... There." I cry out, right as his lips wrap around my clit. He hums, pleased by my reaction to him, while he circles his tongue around the tip of it. "Oh Michael..." I moan, as his fingers trace down my outer lips. He parts them, slipping 2 of his fingers inside me and hooking them up against my post. He pumps them against it, making me tremor in surprise. "You taste so good, princess." He whispers, leaning his head against my thigh and flicking his tongue against my clit repeatedly and slowly, sending a wave of electricity down my spine. "You are so freaking good at this." I exclaim, arching my back as he goes back to sucking on my clit. He rolls it between his teeth softly, causing a little pain to mix with the pleasure. "Please, please, give me your cock. Fuck me, please." I plead, causing him to chuckle against me, sending vibrations all over my body. "Mikey, I am begging you. Enough foreplay. I need you." I stutter, trembling as he continues his sweet, sweet torture.

He swirls his tongue between my folds, moving his tongue slowly. I hate him for what he is doing oh so well. "Please, daddy. I'll do whatever you want. Please." I beg one last time, throwing out my final hope. His shoulders move in satisfaction before he kisses his way away from my core. He still pumps his fingers inside me, while his other hand works on freeing his cock from his clothes. He doesn't stop brushing my spot with his fingertips until they get replaced by his throbbing length. He thrusts deep inside me, holding onto my legs and pushing them closer to my chest to gain deeper access to my sex. My stomach rises and falls as I take him, whining at how good he feels inside me. "What, princess? I thought you wanted my cock? Now you are whining?" He asks cockily. My gaze falls on the way his cock thrusts in and out of me, which makes me mesmerized, totally indulged in the sight. "No, no... It feels good. It feels too good." I reply, bringing my hand to my face and biting onto it. He pulls it away from my face, pinning it by the side of my face. "You can scream all you want, baby. No one is going to complain." He smirks, bringing my other hand over my head and pinning it there along with the other. "The whole weekend with you, fucking me, sleeping next to me, spending all the time with me. I can just cum by the thought alone." I whimper, bucking my hips on his. "I know, baby. It makes me lose it too. Just thinking about sleeping in the same bed with you for 3 nights in a row... Fuck." He hisses, pounding in me harder. I shriek, pulsing around him, the need to grip onto him becoming bigger with each thrust. "It feels right. All of this feels right. I love you. Fuck, I love you so much... Oh, do that again." I rumble, toes curling and body arching completely off the carpet. "I love you too, dove. But I need you to stop moving your body so I can fuck you properly." He orders, putting his weight on me to stop me from moving. He still fucks me hard, fast, restlessly. He puts his all in every thrust, gasping as he moves against me. My hands twitch, trying to grip onto anything, really, but without any success. "Mikey, I might... Fuck, I wanna cum." I press my lips together, face tensing as I get closer and closer to my high. "Yeah, I can feel you, princess. Go ahead, cum for me (Y/N)... Cum around me, pretty girl." He encourages me, letting go of my hands. I instantly reach for his biceps, raking my nails down his skin, leaving red stripes on his arms. "Fuck." He hisses, giving me the strongest pound yet. My eyes roll back and I become undone, screaming in pleasure at the top of my lungs. It is like pure ecstasy running inside my veins, making my whole body alert, sensitive to his touch. "Baby... You are milking me dry..." He hisses, grasping my face and making me look at him. "Are you going to cum inside me, daddy? Are you going to fill me up?" I ask, gasping for air. My orgasm is only becoming intenser as he thrusts inside me in pursue of his own high. "If you call me daddy again, I might." He says through gritted teeth, making me smirk at him. "Daddy..." I moan, causing him to growl before cumming inside me after 2 short thrusts.

He is a sweaty, gasping mess as he collapses by my side. I look at the flames in the fireplace as I lay my head on his chest, feeling my body totally relaxed. "Well, Mrs. Clifford... What is in that pretty mind of yours?" Michael asks me as he kisses the top of my head. "Nothing. For the first time in a while, I have nothing to think of. Everything just... flows." I reply, tracing my fingers down his chest. "Well, to be honest, I am thinking of what to have for breakfast." He states and I chuckle, pressing a kiss on his collarbone. "Now I am thinking about that too... Definitely something loaded with cheese. Preferably Parmesan cheese." I suggest and he hums. "We will ask at the reception what's the perfect breakfast place in the area." He says, stroking my back. "Maybe we can go hiking after breakfast. And find a little store to buy stuff for dinner. I wanna cook for you..." I offer and he smiles. "We should do that." He murmurs. I cup his jaw, bringing my lips to his before sitting up and slipping my babydoll on. I pick up our glasses, leaving his on the floor by him as he pulls his sweats on. "I am famished. I need those crackers and cheese asap." I smile, taking a sip from my wine. "Did I wear you down, princess?" He asks, with a cocky smirk on his lips. "I could do this all night, pretty boy. I just need to fill up." I shrug and he hums.

Morning comes and I wake up in Michael's hug, which seems to be my happy place since I just woke up with the biggest smile on my face. He is still asleep, his lips parted as he snores softly. The sun hits the bed from the little circular window above it, making the bed a lot warmer now. I like to pretend that this is my everyday life, that every morning I get to wake up next to him, that we live in this cabin, and we make love by the fireplace, and no one else but us exists. But I know Monday will come and I will return home, to a man I don't love and doesn't love me, to a life I despise, to a life which sole happiness is my weekly meetings with the only man who loves me more than I love him.

It is no time to be sad, however. I have the whole weekend to take advantage of the fact I am Mrs. Clifford, live in my little fantasy. "Mr. Clifford..." I sing, trying to wake Michael up. "Mr. Clifford. Wake up..." I nudge him softly, straddling his waist as he stirs a little, groaning in his sleep. "Mr. Clifford, your wife is hungry, she needs you awake." I say softly, making him smile as he opens one eye. "My wife..." He says groggily, smiling at me. "Your wife. Me... I am registered as Mrs. Clifford for the weekend." I explain and he hums. "I would pay all my fortune for this to be real." He says, still between sleep and awareness. "It is real, and your very real wife is really, really hungry. So, up and let's get going." I suggest and he hums. "Can we stay in bed a little longer?" He asks, taking my hand in his. "No, I am hungry, Mikey. I've been up for half an hour now. And I need to fill my stomach. Please..." I pout, earning a groan from him. "Ok, go get ready. We will go get some breakfast, then hiking, as my lady requested last night, and then shopping for dinner. Dress warmly. Can't say no to my wife, can I?" He asks, sighing in defeat. "I don't think you can." I lean down, planting a kiss on his lips before getting up from the bed.

"Ah, Mr. And Mrs. Clifford... Up so early?" The lady from the front desk greets us as we enter the reception. "Oh, the wife is starving. We were wondering where in the area we could go for breakfast." Michael replies, running his thumb over my hip softly. "And any places we could go for a hike after breakfast? This scenery is worth exploring..." I comment and she hums softly. "I will give you a map of the area. There is a diner near a hiking trail, you will need to take your car and leave it there, but the hiking trail starts right after the diner. Here." She replies, marking the map for us before handing it to me. "Thank you." We say in unison, taking a look at the map.

I cradle the mug of hot chocolate in my hands while curling up on the little couch of our booth. "Why do you have to look so precious?" Michael asks me, leaning his face on his hands. "Someone has to..." I shrug, smirking at him. "Why do I sense that something changed?" He asks me, making me look at him with furrowed eyebrows. "What do you mean?" I ask him back, tilting my head at him. "Since we arrived... Something is different on you." He points out. "I don't know, Mikey. It might be... I was thinking last night, while you were sleeping. I will send the contracts to a friend of mine, ask him to weight in on the clause. There must be something. I don't want to live like that anymore, Michael. I will try to fix this, anyway I can." I state, making him smile at me. "Let's drink to that." He brings his cup to cling against mine.

The food is slowly cooking in the kitchen; I have at least 30 minutes until I will have to check if it is ready, so I grabbed my book and a glass of wine and head to the little balcony of the cabin. I am wrapped in a linen scarf, trying to protect myself from the chill that has covered the area since the sunset. "You are having second thoughts..." Michael comments, walking out in the balcony with me. "What? About what?" I ask as he takes a seat on the chair by my side. "About the house by the sea, with the big garden. You are thinking about a mountain house now, a little bit like this cabin." He states and I hum. "Well, it would be nice to have a little cabin. But just for me and you to escape in. The children will have to stay back to the house by the sea, with your parents to take care of them for the weekend. The cabin will be for me and you, a hidden little secret." I reply, reaching to take his hand in mine. "I love it." He mumbles, leaning in to press his forehead against mine. "I know you do." I breathe out, closing my eyes as I stay there, motionless, my forehead pressed against his as my hand leaves my book to travel to his cheek.

"Will I be seeing you this weekend?" Michael asks as I fix the buttons of my blouse. He is still naked, lying in bed with only the bedsheet covering just a bit of his body. "I wish. Saturday Edward is taking me to some investors' dinner. And Sunday, we are going to have lunch with the parents." I sigh, leaning down to kiss his lips. "I'll see you at dinner. I am going to be there..." He smirks, wrapping his fingers around my wrist. "Oooh... I am going to wear something nice then... Just for you." I reply, seconds before he pulls me in for a kiss again. "Can't wait to see you..." He mumbles against my lips, making me smile. "Will you lock the door after leaving?" I ask him, pulling away from him to continue getting dressed. "I always do, don't I?" He sighs, still staring at me. "Mikey... Don't be sad, please... You'll see me at dinner. And then next week, Friday as usual." I coo at him, earning a chuckle from him. "I miss our little cabin in the woods. I wish we could go back..." He pouts, making me sigh happily. "We will." I assure him, throwing him a smile. "Call me when you make it home, ok darling?" He asks me and I nod. "Of course, baby. I always do." I reply, leaning down for one last kiss.

The investors' dinner turned out to be way more interesting than lunch with the parents. Both families gathered in my parents' house, so the place is filled with obnoxious laughs and non-sense chatter. I hate it here, to the point it makes me sick to my stomach. The sight of the food on the table makes my stomach turn, a horrible taste crawling up my throat. "(Y/N), sweetheart... Are you alright? You look a little pale." My mother-in-law comments, making me whimper under my breath. "Too much champagne at the dinner last night... Why don't you go get some air, sweetheart?" Edward snarks, patting my thigh. I wince at his touch but cover it with a smile. "Maybe I should... Excuse me for a second..." I excuse myself, actually thankful for Edward's suggestion for once. I stand up from my chair and take a couple of steps before the room starts spinning and I collapse on the floor.

The smell of alcohol brings me back to my senses and I open my eyes to find everyone over my head. I am confused and disoriented, and I taste this metallic taste in my mouth. "Good... Let's get her to the car." My dad instructs and I am picked up, carried towards the front door. No one is talking, not while I am taken in the car nor during the drive to the hospital. And I decided that staying silent is the best thing I can do, at least until I exclude the possibility that the thought I have in my head since I was taken in the car.

I am seated on the Emergency pit, in one of the beds while some doctors take my vitals. "I will need you to give a urine sample." The doctor says, handing me a little cup. "We will take you to the OBGYN department. They will handle your case from now on." The doctor helps me off the bed, and I bite the inside of my cheek. "Please don't inform my family yet." I plead and the woman smiles at me. "I don't have anything to inform them on just yet." She replies, guiding me towards the OBGYN exam room.

I hand the nurse the urine sample, bouncing on my feet as she dips a strip inside the cup. We only wait for a couple of minutes for the test to show my results, but it is the longest I had to wait for anything in my life. "Doctor, we will need an ultrasound." The nurse announces, making a shiver run down my spine. I feel heat crawl up my face, my throat going dry as she doctor gestures toward the exam table. She gives me a paper gown to change into for my ultrasound, which I stare at for more than it is normal. "Sweetie, I need you to change." The doctor says softly. I nod my head and move behind the divider, changing into the gown.

Once I am on the bed, the doctor preps me for the ultrasound. "I will have to go transvaginally." She gives me a heads up to which I nod. "I know. Go ahead." I reply, fixing my gaze on the screen. It makes me feel some discomfort, only for a little, like every other time I have had an examination. The doctor twists the prob a little, fixing her eyes on the screen. "I would say you are six weeks far. Does that sound right based on your last period?" She asks me, while I look at the little bubble on the screen. "Yes... It does." I reply, smiling softly at the picture. Six weeks ago, I was in that little cabin with Michael, away from everyone, in our own little safe world. It sounds right that I got pregnant that weekend. "I suggest going to your regular doctor for a thorough check, but for now I can tell you that everything seems alright." She replies, taking the bubble's measurements. "Do I need to look at for anything right now?" I ask her as she turns off the machine. "Your doctor will tell you more. But I suggest you stay calm and watch what you are eating. If you are a smoker, consider cutting it, same goes with alcohol." She suggests and I hum. "Thank you. I will go get dressed." I smile at her, moving behind the divider.

"Love... Oh, you made me so happy today..." My dad is the first to hug me, making me panic at the realization they were told about my results. "They told you already?" I mumble. "They told me, my love. And I was so excited not to share the news with them... You are going to make me a father." Ed says cockily, giving me a look I can only translate as threatening. "Of course he told us. I can't wait to tell the whole company I am going to be a grandfather..." My dad cheers. "Maybe we shouldn't announce it yet. I mean, I am pretty early into the pregnancy, I don't want to jinx it." I rush to let out, causing everyone to gasp approvingly. "Of course, darling." Edward's father agrees, making Edward hum. "Of course. We wouldn't want anything to go wrong with our precious little baby." He smirks at me, making chills run down my spine. "We should all go celebrate." My dad is looking at me excitedly. "Father, if you allow it, I would like to take my wife back home. She needs rest and I want to spend some time with her." Edward steps in, wrapping his arms around my waist. I nearly puke, disgusted by his touch but also scared of the moment I will be alone with him. "The parents-to-be need some time together. Go. We will see you next weekend, for lunch. I am not taking no for an answer." My dad insists, making Ed chuckle.

The ride back to the house was silent, with Ed speeding up at times to scare me. I know that the silence won't last long, and I dread that moment. I am not only scared for myself, but the baby inside me as well. We walk into the house and he pulls me straight to the bedroom, dragging me by my arm. "6 weeks ago you told me you were with that classmate of yours... You were with him, weren't you?" He growls at me, forcing me to sit on the ottoman at the end of his bed. "I don't know what you are talking about..." I mumble and he chuckles. He looks like a mad person, making my heart skip a beat. "I am not an idiot, (Y/N). I've only fucked you once and it has been months since, nearly half a year. It's that Clifford dude, isn't it? You've been fucking around with him, and you were both stupid enough to get knocked up." He screams at my face. "Why do you care? You got what you wanted from me." I stand up, trying to walk out of the room. He grabs me by my arm, jerking me back to him. "You are hurting me." I protest and he chuckles. "I've let you do whatever you wanted until now. Now, listen to me. That bastard inside you is the best gift you could give me. Your father will be wrapped around my finger for giving him a grandchild. So, you break up with your little boy toy, he never finds out the mutt is his, or else I will destroy his life. I will make him so miserable, I will make him curse the day he met you." He says through gritted teeth, letting go of my arm violently. "You have a week to break up with him. Or else..." He threatens, tapping the underside of my chin. "Go... You need to rest." He orders, practically shoving me out of the door. I gasp as lock myself in my room, finally letting myself break down. I don't know what to think, or how to feel, or how to react to all of this. My mind is blank, totally empty at the moment. All I know is that I will protect this baby until my last breath. And that I will not let Edward hurt the only person I ever loved.

Friday came and I made it to the apartment way before Michael, in a way trying to practice what I want to tell him.

In my head, it makes no sense. But Edward always gets what he wants, so he will keep his word and destroy Michael if I don't comply with him. Punctual to the appointment, Michael unlocked the door at 7:30. He has the biggest smile on his face the moment he sees me lounging on the couch. "Baby, you are here already." He cheers, walking towards me. "I brought dumplings from your favorite place. Wanna start eating?" He asks me, lifting the bag to show me the food. "Michael, we need to talk." I pat the empty spot on the couch for him. He becomes more serious, leaving the bag on the coffee table. "What is it, love? Is everything ok?" He asks me, placing his hand on my thigh. "I've never loved anyone or anything more than I love you." I take his hand in mine, making him smile at me. "I know that, love. And I do too. I would do anything for you." He replies. "That's why we need to break up. I am trapped, but you don't have to be. I want you to move on with your life, find someone who is going to give you everything I can't." I state, making him sigh. "We have been through the same discussion before. I don't want anyone but you." He assures me but I shake my head. "Michael, this time I am serious. I want you to move on. I want you to go ahead and have a family, I want you to find a love that's going to make your dreams come true. I want you to build the house by the sea with the big garden for your wife and children, and the cabin in the woods for a little retreat. I want you to have 4 children and a bunch of dogs. I want you to grow old with someone you love and loves you back. I can't give you that. I am sorry." I tear up as I bring the words out of my mouth. Michael sniffles, shaking his head. "No. I don't care about all that. I want to be with you, this is enough for me." He insists, making my stomach hurt. "I thought you would take advice from a friend on the contract... I thought you wanted to fix this." He mumbles and I close my eyes, taking deep breaths. "I can't, Michael. I can't change things. Please, don't make this harder than it is. We can't get out of this. Well, I can't. But you still can. You can get out, you can build a life. Please. It's over for us." I sob, making him breathe out disappointed. "I'll leave. Since that's what you want. But I love you. And I will continue loving you. No matter what, forever." He murmurs as he tries not to break down crying before my eyes. He leans down to peck on my forehead, making my bottom lip quiver. I want to cry, beg him not to go. But I know that if I do, Edward is going to ruin his life. I watch him leave the key to my apartment on the table before he turns to walk out the door. I feel horrible, the worst I have ever felt in my life for breaking his heart and letting him down, but it is for the best. "Your father is a wonderful man. And he would love you so much if he knew you exist." I breathe out, placing my hand on my stomach. I grit my teeth and close my eyes, trying to calm myself down; stress is one of the forbidden things while I carry little peanut inside me. I reach for the bag on the table, picking the paper box out and opening it to dig in the dumplings. At least I get to eat my feelings away before returning home.

Edward is sitting on the couch, waiting for me to walk in. He has the sliest smile on his face, which gives me a headache already. "Your sweetheart just quit. Through email... Very unprofessional if you ask me. We are having a meeting Monday morning to appoint a new CEO... Guess who's the strongest candidate... The only candidate, actually. I love that bastard already." He cheers as I walk in, making my face scrunch up as I feel vomit crawling up my throat.

I have never felt as alone as I felt on the day I gave birth to my son. My parents and Edward's parents were there, along with Edward of course, who played the happy father and the loving husband, but the only person I longed for was absent, still in ignorance of our son's existence. I really dreamt of Michael just barging in the delivery room and holding my hand, even though I knew he wouldn't since he knew nothing. Since the day he quit from the company, he nearly vanished from the face of Earth, no one really knows where he left for. We named the baby Philip; at least Ed let me pick up the name. Philip sounds royal, fitting the little guy who as he grows he looks more and more like his father. Philip was and still is the only reason I am holding on. Edward stopped caring the moment he got the position he craved, only putting on the facade of the warm family guy whenever any of our parents were present, or someone he needed to impress. And Philip seems to not get along with anyone but me, always clinging to me. And to be honest, I am not letting him go, holding onto him all day long. I don't trust Ed; he seems disinterested, and at least for now he is not mistreating us, but I just can't trust that he will always be like that.

The two-year-old is fast asleep in my hug when my phone rings. I hope and pray he won't wake up as I reach for the coffee table to pick up my phone. I don't recognize the number, which makes me furrow; I don't get calls from people anymore, so this seems strange. "Hello?" I ask as I press the accept button. "It's me." I could recognize that voice amid a thousand others. I bite my bottom lip, leaving Philip carefully on the couch so he can continue sleeping while I talk. "I am in town for a few days. I really want to see you." Michael says after a moment of silence. "Michael..." I protest, seriously putting on an effort to turn him down once more. "Please. Just for an hour." He begs. I want to see him, for 3 years now since he's left, I have been dying to know how he is. "Where?" I ask him, giving in to my desire. "The penthouse. Tonight, at 8." He instructs. How does he know that I still have that house? "Just for an hour." I mumble, making him hum. "See you tonight." He replies before hanging up.

I can't stop myself from shaking in jitters, my body filling with anxiety. I haven't heard from him for 3 years, 3years that he could have followed my advice, gotten married, had children, bought my dream house for someone else. I am scared; I am scared that I will see him and he will tell me about his new family, or that I will admit we had a child. And that secret being revealed might cost him everything.

At 9, I unlock the door to my old penthouse. I haven't been here in years, but I paid for it getting cleaned twice a month, so it looks decent enough for two old lovers to meet. I know that the moment I see him, I will die inside, my stomach will fill with butterflies, and I will crave to be touched by him. And the knowledge I can't have him pains me, makes my head hurt. The ring of my doorbell makes me more anxious than before. He is here, behind this door. The love of my life is just milliseconds away from me. I open the door, revealing Michael who smiles at me. He looks better than ever, grown, more mature. And I feel my heart beating fast, my palms sweating. "I didn't think you would actually be here." He comments, walking further inside the house. "I said I would." I mumble. "You look great, my love." He comments, scanning me down. "You look... Well, I can't put it in words. But time treated you right." I smile, taking a deep breath. "Come sit. I won't bite, I promise. Well, only if you ask me to..." He says cockily.

I take a seat on the couch, keeping two cushions empty between us; I know it will be futile if I succumb, but for now, this limits me. "So, where were you all these years?" I ask, running my hands down my thighs to straighten my dress. "I left the night we broke up. Of course, you knew that. I had many job offers but I was staying here for you. So, when I lost you, I had nothing keeping me here. With the money I had in my account and the money I made from my job, I bought shares in the start-up company I was working on. Now I am the CEO and a shareholder. Pretty solid position if you ask me. The first few months after I left were difficult, I am not going to lie, but I managed to get through. I bought a house, overlooking the sea, with the biggest garden I could find. And I bought a cabin in the woods, made it just like the one we stayed at during that trip. I bought them in my name. But they will be titled as yours after you divorce Edward. Unless you prefer me passing them to Philip, our son." He says, pushing an envelope towards me. I gasp and look at him in shock, making him reach to take my hand in his. "You know?" I ask him and he nods. "I still have friends in the company. They told me your father threw this big party to announce it. I did the math... You got pregnant in the cabin, didn't you?" He asks me and I nod. "I couldn't tell you. He threatened me, he told me he would ruin your life." I begin explaining but he hushes me. "I know. Well, I suspected it. I battled with myself not to come and get you the moment I found out. But I knew I had to build a life for us, put us in a position where no one would be able to hurt us. So I did, and I hated every moment I wasn't with you and our baby. I hated every moment I imagined Edward holding our son." He groans, and I chuckle, wiping away my tears. "He didn't. He didn't care about us after he took your place. And Philip pretty much hates him, he cries hysterically every time Edward picks him up. And he only does when he needs to sell the image of the loving father and devoted husband." I reply and he chuckles. "I took the contract to a lawyer. She said that since you followed all the clauses, you can get a divorce from him without affecting the deal. The merge holds and you are free." Michael explains. "He will give us hell. And take us to the court about Philip." I point out. "Baby, you are a lawyer. Think about it. We will have a DNA test, prove Philip is mine. And he won't do shit. He knows that a court battle will harm him. He forced you to marry him, he abused you. He knows it won't look good on him. Nothing and no one is going to hurt us, baby. Not anymore, I won't allow it. Run away with me. Get our baby and run away with me." He says, moving closer to me to cup my face. "I was so scared that you would have gotten married, moved on as I suggested. So, so scared..." I mumble, feeling my cheeks become wet with tears. He presses his forehead against mine, stroking my cheeks and wiping away the tears. "Not yet, baby. You have to get divorced for me to get married. I had children, though. One, to be exact. Philip, who I can't wait to meet and hold in my arms." He whispers, making me chuckle softly.

Michael was right; Edward didn't say a word when I took Philip and packed my things. I filled for the divorce and Michael started the process to recognize our baby as his, the exact same day. Edward pretended to be deceived and heartbroken, to get everyone's good grace, but he didn't fight for custody. Everything was solved before Philip even turned 3. My parents practically disowned me after everything, which I didn't care much about. I didn't want a claim in a fortune that was built and grown on my unhappiness. Plus, (Y/N) Clifford sounds dreamy. The house by the beach surpassed all expectations. It has this vintage vibe that I love, with the prettiest garden ever, in which Philip and Michael run around all day on the weekends. I am pretty sure Philip doesn't understand much, so I will have to explain more when he grows up, but he adores Michael and calls him daddy, which makes Michael melt in a puddle.

I work with Michael now, in the legal department of the company, which is something that I couldn't do before since Edward wanted me to be a trophy wife. I have a pretty office with a view, friendly colleagues. But honestly, the best thing is working with Michael, getting to spend more time with him every day. We even got married, in a small vineyard, with a few people present, mostly his family and a couple of coworkers. It was magical, the best day of my life, truly. It's just me and him that matters. Philip also, of course. But everyone from my past seems to be muted, almost deleted.

And now I am sitting on the warm grass, with the sun hitting on my face and our dog laying on my lap, while Michael and Philip are dressed as superheroes, playing around, with Michael lifting Philip in the air to fly. He is an amazing dad already, and I can't wait to see him grow more into this role. "Hey, superheroes... Snack time. And you both need sunscreen." I shout at them, making Michael giggle. "Let's fly to mama... Come on." Michael cheers, running to me with Philip in his arms. He lets Philip on the blanket, making the toddler giggle. I hand him his cheese sandwich, planting a kiss on his forehead before standing up. "Hi, mama," Micheal mumbles as he helps me up. "Hi, daddy." I reply, cupping his jaw in my hands. "I am trying to make him tired and get him to bed early tonight..." He wiggles his eyebrows at me, making me chuckle at him. "I have my money on Philip spending you down before you do." I reply, tracing the hem of his cape. "We need to give him a sibling... Maybe a little sister." He mumbles, lifting my chin. "Yeah, that doesn't sound that bad, to be honest." I sigh, smirking at him. "Maybe we should go to our little cabin this weekend... Mommy and daddy retreat." He suggests, earning a hum from me. "It's been a while since the last visit." I cock an eyebrow at him. "Sounds to me like it is time for another trip there, Ms. Clifford." He licks his lips, leaning closer to kiss me.

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Dulcissima Chapter 2

(Rated E, Clexa Roman AU, alpha/beta/omega dynamics, dub con, smut af)

The ringing sound of boots across the stone floor of the war council room did nothing to ease the tempo of the Commander’s own heart as she paced, furious, in front of the fire in the massive hearth. The light of the flames flickered across the faces of her insolently lounging captain of guard, as well as the soldiers she entrusted above any others, stationed solemnly at the door. Shadows danced on the stone walls, illuminating the shields that hung before the statue of Diana the Huntress on her altar, and the faded red poppies she’d picked months before. Pausing in front of Anya again, she shot her fellow alpha a furious, smoldering glare through slitted green eyes, and, although she did not normally use her pheromones to express her dominance, she was inadvertently directing several waves as she seethed.

Anya, for her part, did not seem altogether concerned, smirking from her seated position at the Commander’s table, drinking from the Commander’s own goblet full of the Commander’s own wine. Her feet were even propped up on the chair the young brunette alpha had abandoned upon hearing the news of what her captain had brought her. Her attitude suggested an overt lack of caring, but that was a ruse; her former protégé knew better. Infuriatingly, the lean older alpha took a slow draught from her goblet, swallowing with panache, and leveled her former second-in-command with a smug stare.

“I don’t know what you’re so upset about, Heda.” The title had a playfully mocking ring coming from the elder alpha, as it always did. “You need a good fuck. One quick rut and you’ll feel a lot better, I can assure you. And since you won’t show any interest in the harem...”

Her leader shot her a dark look, but Anya only shrugged. She inspected the rim of the goblet and sighed to see it was empty. “The girl is comely, blonde, and around your age. I selected her just for you, when I could have just as easily put her to the sword, and let me tell you, she did not make the journey pleasant.” A begrudging smile played along the alpha’s lips. “A fighter like that….she’ll make your afternoon interesting, at least.”

The Commander rubbed the bridge of her nose, smudging her ceremonial war paint. She was attempting to fit in with the local tribesmen who were willing to trade with the fledgling city, and that meant adhering to their customs, even if the paint sometimes got in her eyes and made her scowl. “You know I’m still grieving Costia, and I-“

Anya gave a derisive snort. “Oh yes, grieving. For three years now you’ve grieved. And meanwhile your bed remains empty, your heart remains empty and nothing moves forward, Lexa.” Her tone dropped into a gentler, more coaxing register as she used the younger alpha’s name without her title attached, reminding her of their lifelong friendship, and she sat upright, dropping her legs to the floor. “You must move forward, for the sake of your people if not for yourself.”

“Moving forward does not require obtaining a new and heavily unwilling concubine, Anya.” The Commander snarled, baring teeth in a way that made her alpha guards, stationed on either side of the door, blanch in submission...but her former tutor refused to budge, crooking an eyebrow at her as if to ask if she was done, just as she had at the days when Lexa learned at her knee. Lexa sighed and relaxed her stance, aware her fingers were twitching with the urge to curl into fists. “You know I expressly forbade anyone to bring back prisoners from the Sky lands. Not after….”

“Raven.” Anya supplied. “After I mated with Raven, and it was decided that prisoners of the Sky lands were altogether too temping to be allowed kept in the harem.” She leaned back and blew a strand of hair from her face, contemptuous.

“That’s not why, and you know it.” Lexa clenched her jaw, feeling her ire rise in her throat. “It was out of kindness to your mate, that she not be subjected with seeing her people made prisoner. After Lincoln’s omega joined us, I ordered the harem be closed to outsiders.” She sighed, heartily. “But apparently you decided the exact opposite was a good idea.”

“It wasn’t a decision, exactly, and Raven doesn’t mind. She was glad when the other omega came and she will be glad for another of her people.” Anya shrugged her lean shoulders, unsympathetic. “I just saw the girl’s eyes when she had to be forced to kneel to the sword, and something made me think she belonged with you.”

A fond look flickered across her face for an idle moment, and the ghost of a smile haunted the leonine alpha’s lips. “She reminds me a lot of you, actually. Same fire.”

Lexa waved a hand impatiently. “Be that as it may, she’s also a prisoner. Who is now my responsibility. You’ve saddled me with an unwilling omega who has, in your own words, ‘quite a lot of fight in her’.”

“I wouldn’t be so quick to class her as unwilling.” Anya’s lips curled indecently. “She’s already gone into the start of a cycle at the first smell of you. Raven sent a messenger from the baths.”

Lexa shot her a sharp look.

“You’re joking.” She said flatly, trying to deny the jolt that the idea gave to her clit, which swelled threateningly within its hood. It had been long, far too long, since she had last satisfied an omega’s heat. Hurriedly, she twitched the fabric of her tunic away from the join of her thighs, and rearranged the drape at her neck, making a show of fussing with the bronze clasp on her shoulder.

“I do not joke.” Anya responded drolly, and then added, to Lexa’s raised eyebrow: “At least, not on the subject of omegas in heat.”

The Commander shook her head, trying to ignore the pounding pulse at her temples. “Chancellor Nia of the Azgeda council is breathing down my neck enough as it is. Were I to take another omega to my bed, she’d share the same fate as Costia. They want to see me wedded to a Roman, not to some tribal Barbarian.”

She crossed to the large desk, where the scrolls and maps of her conquered land called to her once more; a thousand problems, with only two hands to field them. She drew in a breath, steadying herself once more. Heat or no heat, omega or no omega. She was Heda, She was Caesar, and Caesar ruled alone, beset on all sides by foes without and within, so one couldn’t afford to be careless. Candlelight danced over her hands, disguising the slight tremor there.

“If I give them more ammunition to think that Lexa Augusta Caesar has gone native, they will attempt to supplant me with my cousin, Ontari. I hear she’s much more willing to be aggressive in her negotiations with the savages of the North.” She shot Anya a significant look. “And much less willing to accept mating with them.”

“Ontari is the true savage.” Anya noted, her voice verging on the edge of a growl. The older alpha tensed her hands around the wine pitcher as she poured again, but she had regained her composure by the time she rose, and her hand offered Lexa the glass.

“Here. Drink and relax. No one is speaking of wedding the girl.” She scoffed, but then shot Lexa a serious look with her hooded eyes. “And even if I was, Nia isn’t here in the wilds, and no one will see the mighty Caesar bedding whomever she likes tonight. Your guards are loyal, and the doors are thick. No one need see or hear.”

The point was solid, and Anya knew it, which meant Lexa could say nothing in response. The lithe alpha raised herself from the chair and stretched, making a groaning noise as her shoulders popped, but the look she shot Lexa was devious and overt. “Oh, my old bones. So hard to keep warm in this cold land. A hot young body in your bed will do wonders, let me tell you.”

The younger alpha made a furious hand gesture that would’ve made the lowest echelons of Roman society blush, but Anya only grinned.

“Besides,” she continued devilishly, drifting over to the double doors. “I sent for Raven hours ago and she has the omega fed, washed and prepped in your chambers.” She shot Lexa a lewd wink over her shoulder. “You may decide what to do with her once you get there.”

“Anya!”

At her tether’s (admittedly-short) end, Lexa tossed the wine glass, but it shattered harmlessly on the door instead: the elder alpha had already slipped out, correctly predicting her friend’s reaction. Dark droplets of wine splattered across the surface and dripped downwards, creating an artistic spray, but it didn’t improve the Commander’s mood.

Lexa stalked back to the table, growling, and poured herself a fresh glass, but instead of drinking it, she sat down and put her head in her hands. Frustration warred with many emotions in her overworked brain: lust, obligation, responsibility, guilt, shamefaced desire. Anya was right, however infuriating she may be, in accusing her of being unwilling to move forward. Costia‘s death had shattered her in many ways, much like the wine glass, and just like the wine glass, the blame lay squarely on her own shoulders. The vast gulf of duty that separated her from the people who looked to her to lead also sundered her to the constant hollow ache of her own loneliness, of her own bitter, fractured thoughts.

Perhaps just one night without the weight of that responsibility was all she needed….or, at the very least, perhaps she could allow herself to believe that it would be.

Lexa eyed her new wine glass and tilted the contents, considering. A ‘good fuck’ as Anya had so crudely put it, would certainly release some of her tension, and perhaps that solace could be put to good use. Her fledgling city of Londinium was growing strong, amassing many trade routes and building more harbors by the day, but she was constantly at war with the strange neighbors to the North, who resented her incursion and the stone forts she’d instructed her soldiers to build near their villages. The brutal barbarians were said to paint their faces blue with strange magics, and ate the hearts of their enemies or sacrificed them, bloodied and screaming, to the bogs, in service of their dark gods.

The Commander was above such idle soldier’s gossip….but her soldiers were (obviously) not. A contented, pregnant Northern omega bearing the collar of the Commander’s harem could only help disappear such nonsense by virtue of the normalized truth before their very eyes. Not only that, but the rounded belly of a foreign omega would cement her status as peacemaker and uniter, both amid the rank and file of her legions and in the eyes of her tribal neighbors. And while the pups of such a union may not be recognized as Roman citizens, they could still be elevated to positions of power which would grant them political status and wealth…

But she was getting ahead of herself, she reminded her clit sternly, as it began to stir hopefully once more at the idea of impregnating an omega with her pups. First, she’d have to actually knot the Sky Princess. And that was a sobering prospect. She hadn’t fucked anyone since Costia, let alone allowed herself to achieve a tie, and the first time was bound to be emotional for her. She’d rather not have those emotions in bed with an omega who may or may not want to kill her once her heat subsided. She doubted Raven would allow the girl to sneak any weapons by (she’d never met a more adept weapons expert than Anya’s young beta mate; if anyone could find a hidden knife, it’d be Raven) and she trusted that, after so many nights on the rough road, the baths and a selection of fresh foods would aid in calming her, but still. The Sky girl was a captive, not a selection from the trained bedslaves on offer on the auction block. She might fight, as Anya had suggested, or she may try to harm herself, rather than allow her heat to take hold. It wasn’t unheard of. Lexa had no desire to see that, nor any desire to mate an unwilling participant, frustration or no frustration. She didn’t know what ease she could offer, however. Her courting techniques were woefully out of date at this point and she only spoke the girl’s language from what little Raven had taught them, which did not include negotiating acts of desire.

The presence of a strong alpha would have to be enough. Lexa’s cock was making the decision for her, growing steadily thicker and longer the more she thought about the logistics of mating with the Sky Princess, and before she’d come to any real conclusions, she felt herself extending to tent the fabric of her tunic, the needy tip grazing against folds of red cloth, smearing the interior with her excitement. She cursed herself for being a pup, and tried once more to pluck the tunic away from her heated loins, shifting uncomfortably. Thoughts raced through her mind. Although Raven and Octavia were lovely, she’d never once bedded either of them, so she couldn’t say for sure what the Northerners were like behind closed doors. Some of her soldiers suggested they mated out in the open, beside their great bonfires that blazed on the holy days. Would this Sky girl want to be mated outside? Did she want an audience? Lewder, more obscene rumors suggested all the Sky omegas mated with their alphas in groups, one after the other, as bulls do with cattle, and that they were only satisfied after five or more alphas had entered them in every conceivable hole. She had never given much thought to the barracks discussion of her alpha soldiers, but now she wished fervently she’d payed more attention, if only to which rumors were considered true versus which were false.

There was nothing for it, though. She downed the contents of her wine glass, grimacing at the sour notes. The vines they grew here in this damp land were in no comparison to the dry sweet fruits back home, but their best effort was still drinkable…vaguely. Rising to her feet, she swept the cape of her office around her shoulders, fastening it with the wolf’s head clasp that Anya had gifted her on her twelfth name day. The black, heavy material comforted her with its weight as she swept out into the corridor, nodding brusquely at her guards, Indra and Gustus, to follow her to her personal quarters.

Tonight she would put aside her feelings and do her duty to her body’s needs, and her body’s needs alone.

***

Raven had been right. The Commander’s chambers were warm, and becoming rapidly more so.

Fire blazed from the hearth, which was adorned with a leaping lion carved into the mantle, and a selection of animal skins covered the stone floor, as well as the massive wood-framed bed, also carved with intricate scenes. Birds and beasts, hunters and hunted things, flowers and skulls. Clarke’s eyes slipped from a spiraling rose to a snarling wolf, but the images blurred before her eyes and she couldn’t seem to contain it all. The animals almost appeared to be moving. Her breath came in soft pants and perspiration gilded her brow. Her heat was coming fully now, and as inexperienced as she was, she was helpless to its onslaught.

With a critical eye, Raven watched her pant in the center of the room, chest heaving as if the light shift she’d put on in the baths was a heavy woolen cloak, eyes dilated and roving madly. Clarke couldn’t focus on her, however, and couldn’t seem to focus at all. The strong scent of alpha was everywhere around her, overwhelming her senses, and she could hardly seem to breathe. The air seemed hot, hazy, thick with it, and she didn’t know how Raven could be standing there so unaffected, hand on hip, until she remembered that the girl was a beta, and logic reformed in her dozy mind. She felt drugged; strange and skin-stretched and desperate for something, but what she did not know. If her mother hadn’t warned her this was what a heat would feel like, she would’ve assumed she was fevered and possibly dying.

The lightest touch of the beta’s hand on her elbow made her jump and cry out. Her skin singed like fire, and anything that wasn’t the alpha she could scent all around her was so unwanted by her body that she felt actually physically ill. Raven must’ve seen it in her miserable, confused face, so she let go quickly and motioned for Clarke to sit at the table, where a heaping feast, the likes of which her village never saw unless a harvest was good or the gods gave them good hunting, lay spread out for her alone.

Still, at first, she didn’t think she could possibly want food at a time like this, when her body sang and her thighs grew slicker with every inhale of the alpha scent. Hunger was the last thing on her mind, but she dropped into the chair, still scenting the air wildly with her nostrils flared, and practically ignored the food until Raven slid a teeming plate in front of her and spoke a gentle, yet firm, command: “Eat.”

Clarke obeyed.

She tore apart a roasted pheasant with her bare hands, and sucked the grease and meat from the bones, moaning out loud as her stomach growled. She hadn’t realized how hungry she was until the food was there and the command was given, but now it seemed the most natural thing in the world to sate herself. There were strange, spiced fruits that must have come from the Roman’s exotic faraway native land, rough hunks of black bread, as well as roasted leek and turnip that she could have plucked from the garden at home, but the meats were such as she had never seen, nor tasted, even as the Chieftain’s daughter back at the village. Suckling pig, roasted swan, braces of hare, half the hindquarters of an ox….Clarke had never seen such abundance. She ate and ate and ate until her golden head was hanging over her plate and her eyes swam with drowsiness.

Again, Raven was there, and Clarke blinked at her, as if she had appeared in a puff of smoke. The beta guided her from the table to the bed, all the while wiping her face and hands as if she was a pup, tutting to herself like a nursemaid. “Do you always eat with such…exuberance?” Clarke couldn’t even begin to bring herself to answer, only yawning blearily in response, but Raven didn’t seem to mind. “No matter. There, you’re all clean. Wouldn’t do to have you staining the Commander’s linens with grease.”

She motioned to the bed, and helped Clarke clamber onto its impressive surface. Three or four warriors could have easily slept abreast in it, clad in full armor, and it was piled high with pillows and furs. The scent was strongest here, and Clarke moaned, feeling arousal rush once more into her tired limbs.

Raven waggled a finger at her as she arranged covers over the omega’s drowsy body. “Don’t start that. You need your rest, and the Commander won’t be done in the war council room for several hours yet. I’ll send a message that you’ve begun your heat, so she won’t come in unawares, never fear.”

But Clarke did fear, suddenly as a lance streaking through her midsection. She tried to shoot up in bed, but her well-fed body did not want to respond. You’re in heat, her brain screamed at her, unhelpfully reminding. You’re in heat and you’re about to be knotted by a strange alpha. Alarmingly, that thought was becoming less and less unappealing as time went on. The alpha’s scent was unfamiliar, to be sure, but comforting and so rich, so dense and full, like the timber of a forest….she realized she’d begun to rub her thighs together once more and cursed herself.

Raven was beckoning to the beta servants to begin clearing the table, but she crossed back to Clarke, noting the warring emotions on her face. “I wouldn’t fret too much, if I were you.” She offered nonchalantly. “The Commander….Lexa…she’s a broody one but she won’t hurt you.”

A sudden, devious look crossed her face and she amended her statement. “At least, not intentionally. I’ve attended her and Anya at the baths and she’s rather….large.”

At Clarke’s widened eyes, the beta gave a knowing chuckle. “Some omegas would say that’s a plus, but since it’s your first heat, I can’t blame you for a little apprehension. Don’t worry. I’ve never had the pleasure myself, but I can promise you; Lexa will be gentle.” Her tone was almost soothing, and something in the dark-haired girls eyes assured Clarke that she was telling the truth.

She had little choice but to accept it as such, anyway. Her body was softening against the bed, and the linens were so comfortable that she wanted to moan with sheer pleasure, and the scent of the alpha was pervasive, encouraging her to lay back, to relax under the strength of its pull. Clarke’s eyelids drooped, but she nodded sleepily at Raven and managed to bite back a yawn.

“What happens to me….after?”

Raven shrugged her thin shoulders noncommittally. “She will want to ride out your heat with you here for as long as it takes, and then….whatever the Commander decides. Likely she will send for me to take you to the harem quarters. We can find you a room there.”

Clarke nodded, hesitantly. She knew she shouldn’t expect a personal relationship with the alpha who was about to mate with her for the next several days, but her heart still sank in her gullet at the reminder of the harem and the existence of her role here. Would she merely spend her days as the meek, docile breeding cow for a Roman invader? Scrabbling for position in the harem, seething with omega politics and hierarchies? Would she be expected to service visiting dignitaries, as well as the Commander? Thoughts too guiltily arousing and terrible to contemplate flashed through her brain and she shook her head quickly, dismissing them for now.

She realized the beta was making her way to the door, following the servants who had cleared away the food, and panic gripped her once more at the thought of what was about to take place. “Raven! Wait!”

The beta turned expectantly but impatiently, and cocked a brow at her. “Don’t expect me to stick around and join in. Lexa’s not a sharer, from what I’ve heard.”

Clarke blushed wildly, feeling her loins heat in response, but soldiered on. “What about…ah….ways to keep myself from getting pregnant?”

That was the wrong thing to say. Raven regarded her with a slow, unfriendly look that cut through the image of camaraderie she had been projecting up until this point. “Those aren’t allowed in the harem. You may have forgotten, but you’re still a prisoner here, Sky girl.” Clarke winced, and Raven continued. “If the Commander wishes to breed you, that is her will to do so. Your body is not your own anymore.”

And with that, the beta turned on one heel and left the room, the door settling shut behind her with a mighty thud.

Clarke sighed and flopped back onto the pillows. That hadn’t gone well. She’d hoped the harem might have some drug, some herb that would prevent pregnancy: omegas in groups often knew of such things. But it seemed Raven would take offense to her even asking, so that was out of the question, at least for now. Her eyes roved the room, taking in its contents, as she yawned, intending to get up and scour it for a weapon, an exit, anything…

But even as her mind thought furiously of escape, her limbs grew heavy and her eyes dropped closed, as the trials of the day took their toll upon her exhausted body. Before she realized it, she had fallen into a deep and glorious sleep. Many long nights on the road, with only the ground for her rest, had left her unable to resist the comforts of a real bed. And so, she slept, and the scent of alpha comforted her, allowing her limbs to uncurl protectively from her body and her jaw to loosen in a way it hadn’t since she’d left her village, and although she was too unconscious to notice it, her sleep was deeper as a result. The light in the sky dipped below the horizon and the room grew dim, lit only by the fire, which crackled slowly as it died to embers. Hours passed.

Clarke was awakened all too suddenly, however, by the sound of the clanging rush of boots in the hallway. “Yes, Commander,” someone outside her door was saying, respectfully, and then there was a soft swishing of robes as the beta servant left. The door pushed open.

Scent flew to her nostrils, and she sat up, drawing the linens around her body as the alpha pheromone drew nearer and nearer. She swanned, feeling dizzy, and her lashes fluttered as her mouth dropped open to inhale more of that intoxicating aroma, until a sharp memory of Finn’s bloody body lashed across her mind like a whip and she sat up straighter, attempting to pull herself together as she squinted to see in the dark of the fading fire.

The first thing she saw was a burly, muscular alpha male, dressed in the strange bronzed armor of the Roman guard, leaning to rekindle the flame. He looked over his shoulder at her, but his face was a stone mask and he hardly cast her a second glance, focused as he was on his task. Her eyes left him, and she saw a second guard, this one a female alpha, dark-skinned and fiercely beautiful, standing at watch beside the door, staring at her with glittering, mistrustful eyes. It was then that she saw the shape of the third form, back turned to her, unfastening her cape at the small desk in the opposite corner of the room. The scent emanated from her like a river running to its source, and this small, dark-haired female alpha, whose face she could not see, she was the alpha whom Clarke had been scenting all day. She was the Commander. Clarke pulled herself even straighter, waiting, and took in a sharp breath as the Commander turned.

Whatever she had been expecting the mighty, fearsome Caesar, ruler of her people’s enemies, to be, Lexa was not it. The young alpha was no more than a year or two from her own age, and her face was unlined, smooth, with a moody, far-away look. She was small, slight of frame and lean of body, with long, elegant limbs and a compact torso that spoke of a fighter’s grace. Her hair was the brown of autumn leaves, and the eyes that looked into Clarke’s own were the deep green timber that her scent suggested; a forest of quiet reflection. Despite the smearing of black warpaint that her people used to mark one as a warrior, those eyes were pensive, and Clarke saw no cruelty in them, only a murky pool of untouchable thoughts. She let out her breath, softly, and tightened her hold on the blankets.

“Are you the Commander?” She asked, boldly, uncaring. If she were to be killed for impertinence, better that then suffer as a slave. Her heat screamed at her, demanding that she show utter obedience to the alpha, to show throat and expose herself to be bred, but she fought it with bitter grit. She was a Chieftain’s daughter, not some Roman whore. “I wish to negotiate the terms of my release.”

The female guard snarled, and the sound reverberated through the room, sending a quake through Clarke’s body, and she clenched, unpleasantly, but refused to drop her chin. The guard growled, low and menacing. “Do not speak unless spoken to, Sky girl.”

The Commander raised a hand, flicking her eyes at the other alpha for the split second that it took to assert her dominance. Clarke sucked air through her teeth; she’d never seen another alpha as unchallenged as this one, but neither guard seemed at all shocked. Both bowed their heads quickly, and the male returned to a flanking position at the door.

“Indra, enough. She’s allowed to ask who I am.” The Commander’s green eyes shot back to hers, and she spoke slowly, as if unused to Clarke’s native tongue. Her accent was clipped and strange. “I am Lexa Augusta Caesar, the Commander of this land, yes. Some call me Heda.”

Clarke felt her heat calling to her, asking her why bother fighting, when the presence of such a strong, dominant alpha was so close, so damned close…She shook her head, vehemently, and tried again. “Commander, my mother will pay a hefty ransom for my return.”

“I’m sure she will.” The brunette alpha cocked her head, and gave her a cool, assessing look. “Her only daughter….any chieftain would do the same. But you’re in heat, at the moment. I cannot transport you without risk to my soldiers.”

The matter-of-fact reference to Clarke’s predicament sent a shiver through her body. “Yes, but it’s just beginning, so perhaps if we-“

“No.” The alpha stated, calmly, and began removing her armbands of station, placing them one by one on the desk. “I won’t risk it. You will stay here, and you will allow me to satisfy your heat.”

“‘No’?” Clarke mocked, infuriated by Lexa’s dismissal, and she rose from the bed, letting the blanket fall. She was aware the shift was relatively see-through, in the flickering firelight of the room, and her nipples were hard, dark points with the spreading scent of arousal dampening her sex, but she didn’t care. She was angry now. “You’re just going to take me by force, is that it?”

Indra snarled again, and this time the sound sent a chill through Clarke’s bones. The guard advanced, and she caught the omega in a vise-like hold. Indra snapped her jaws and twisted her captive’s arm behind her back before she could move, sending Clarke to the ground with a pained cry. “Enough of this insolence! You will behave as an omega should or you will be taught-“

“Indra.” The Caesar’s voice rang firm and clear. “Release her.”

The guard whined, frustrated and clearly unhappy. She looked at Lexa pleadingly but her hold on Clarke’s arm only tightened. “Heda, she speaks to you with a harsh tongue, and she does not present herself to be bred. Allow me to kill her for dishonoring you.”

The green-eyed alpha’s face crackled like an oncoming thunderstorm, and she moved faster than a wolf. Suddenly, Indra had released her hold and she was on the floor herself, cringing, as the Commander stood over her, snarling and hot-eyed. “It is you who dishonor me, Indra. Remove yourself and I will forgive your overstep.”

“Yes, Commander.” The fierce alpha cast a sullen look at Clarke, but left quickly, clearly stung to have been reprimanded.

Lexa sighed, collecting herself. “Gustus, you too. Guard the door and see to it that no one enters.”

The male guard looked in askance at his leader for only a split second before he, too, bowed his head and nodded. “As you wish, Commander.”

The door thudded again, and the room was left in the quiet crackle of the dry wood on the fire. Clarke realized then, how close the Commander had come to her in disciplining her guard, and she felt every hair on her body lift in anticipatory heat as the alpha turned to look at her, now, her green eyes still flashing fire from her confrontation with Indra. Those eyes swept hotly over her body, covered only by the thin white shift, and Clarke felt her sex flush in response, her clit rising, begging to be touched as her nipples stiffened even further. The alpha shrugged herself out of her boots, carelessly kicking them to one side, and stepped closer, her scent pouring in dominant, unchallenged waves.

“Indra is right.” She commented quietly, stalking to examine Clarke from all sides as the omega tried to turn to meet her gaze. “You are insolent. Have you never been taken by an alpha before?”

Clarke’s mouth was dry, and she wet it, shaking her head. “No, I….I came from a small village with scant few who weren’t related to me, so I never cycled.”

“And do you understand your body’s demands?” The alpha’s voice was a hypnotic, seductive spell, and Clarke couldn’t look away from her eyes. “Do you understand what an omega in heat does to every alpha in the vicinity? My guards only resist you because of their loyalty to me, but if I were to allow you to leave my quarters…without my protection…”

Clarke was hardly listening. Her breath came in soft pants, and she watched, spellbound, as the alpha loosened the burnished belt from her torso and dropped it to one side, allowing her tunic to swing freely as the bulge at the join of her thighs grew significantly larger. “You are safe here, omega, but your heat must be satisfied, and I am the dominant alpha here. There is no one else. You will present yourself.

That broke the spell, somewhat, as Clarke shook her head again, panicking even as rivers of slick made their way down her thighs. “No, no I can’t, I’ve never-“

A firm hand pushed down on her shoulders and she dropped to her knees on the animal furs of the rug, beside the fire that pulsed with its warm glow. Lexa’s eyes were dark, but still sparkling; a night of stars that spoke of wild, ancient things. Gently, but persistently, her hand on Clarke’s back pushed her down, forcing her to her elbows. Clarke’s face met the rug, and she inhaled must and the stink of a long-dead wolf, which mingled with sex and alpha pheromones in an eddying haze that caught up her senses. A small sob escaped her. “Please,” she begged, a tear streaking down her face. “Please, I-“

But she wasn’t sure what she was even asking for, as Lexa’s fingers stroked down her spine, sending a fire through her trembling body. She arched her back, involuntary, as those questing fingers dropped to her thighs, and slid up under the shift, as a second, calloused hand found her nipple and pinched roughly through the fabric. “You may give up the act now, Sky girl. You are so wet I can smell it.”

“No….please, you can’t do this.” Clarke thrashed on the rug, belying her words with shameful rocking of her hips as Lexa’s fingers collected the humiliating evidence of her arousal on her fingers and swept it up, sliding to cup her cunt with possessive thoroughness. Long, deft fingers split her lower lips open, tracing teasing lines along her entrance, and slipped up to brush over her clit with knowing precision. Clarke panted, breath wet and hot against the fur as she blinked in shock and arousal, feeling her body open and pulse for this stranger, who was touching her as if she’d known her all her life. The intimacy of it was melting her.

“I can.” The Commander assured her, with a gravelly voice that spoke of someone not used to being denied. “And I will. But you’re going to enjoy it.”

With that, a finger thrust inside, curling and seeking, and Clarke lifted her head to cry out, clutching at the fur as she felt Lexa nudge her legs open wider. Instantly she wanted more, and her cunt clenched greedily around the intrusion, fluttering and trying to draw it deeper, but Lexa only grunted approvingly and withdrew. She gasped against her teeth, trying not to whine, but lost the fight as the alpha pushed back inside with two fingers this time, stretching her more deeply than her own fingers could reach in the nights back in her village when her heat would come and ravage her senses. This was different; more intense, more terrifying and yet more gratifying than her wildest dreams could imagine. Lexa’s palm thudded against her clit and the grinding was enough to make her see stars. She bucked wildly, feeling her body release oceans of fluid as the fingers curled against a swelling ridge inside of her that she had never felt before, and the tension building inside her made her cry out and nearly fall flat on her belly.

Lexa held her up with her spare hand on her hip, making soft noises of approval even as her fingers rolled and stroked inside of Clarke’s velvet channel. “You’re stretching for me. Good. But still so tight….”

Something about the way the alpha said that made Clarke ripple like a tidal wave. She suddenly wanted more, even as her cunt strained to accommodate Lexa’s strong fingers, and she keened, releasing a high wail as her body demanded to be filled in a way she had never felt before. Unthinkably, however, Lexa pulled her fingers free from Clarke’s clenching pussy, and the alpha made a low groan behind her, rustling with something. Clarke didn’t know what it was and didn’t care, she just needed to be filled, and the alpha was’t doing it.

“Commander,” she gasped, fighting the urge to beg. “Your fingers. I need…I need…”

“I know what you need.” The alpha’s low growl behind her made her turn to look back, and what she saw made her moan out loud and raise her ass higher, uncaring anymore about looking like a common whore. Lexa was shrugging out of her tunic, letting her breasts spring free into the air, dark nipples pebbling instantly. Her body was sculpted, scarred, and tattoos of strange symbols marked along her forearms and wrists, planing her back and shoulders. Clarke shuddered in arousal, and let her eyes travel down the chisel-cut expanse of the alpha’s abdomen to the thatch of dark hair at her loins, where the thickness of her cock rose to meet her gaze, bobbing with a glistening tip as the alpha stroked her hand along its significant length, her fingers already damp with the omega’s slick as they coated the shaft.

Clarke moaned, long and low. Raven hadn’t been wrong. Lexa was big. But instead of before, when the idea of a large, thick alpha cock gave her fearful pause, Clarke didn’t falter. She raised her hips, quivering, and felt her skin sing with anticipation. “Do it.” She whispered through clenched teeth. “I want you to do it.”

But Lexa didn’t push in right away. She nudged at Clarke’s drenched, silky entrance with the broad tip, making the blonde wail and weep with desire, but with a lazy thrust she slid it past, gliding through the omega’s over sensitive folds like a ship at sea. Creamy, glistening pre-come drooled from the tip, and she spread it around Clarke’s reddened, aching clit in slow circles, hissing in pleasure to see how the omega sobbed for more. She thrust again, and the jarring motion brought their bodies together in a wet kiss, which made Clarke cry out again. “Hhhfuck…damn you, put it inside…”

Lexa’s body pressed against her back, leaning over her shoulder as her breath skated the omega’s ear, making the hairs on the back of her neck rise in tingling symphony. “Tell me. Beg me to fuck you.”

No, no, no, Clarke’s logical mind whispered, tiny and defiant, but her heat-riddled body was already screaming yes, yes, yes. “Please, fuck me!” She wailed, high and throaty as her body arched below the alpha, trying desperately to draw her inside. “Commander, please fuck me!”

She could almost hear Lexa’s triumph behind her, but soon she couldn’t bring herself to care as the Commander lined up with her entrance and began to push inside. Her breath hitched; Gods, but Lexa was big. Although Finn wasn’t small, he was nothing like this, and their single tryst together had been sweet and slow, not hard and primal. At this moment, she wasn’t sure herself which she preferred, but she knew that every part of her sang with the savage force. She felt her tender muscles sting with the briefest of pain as they parted for the alpha’s insistent cock, and let out a gasping moan shared by the Commander as the head popped inside her tight channel.

“Ah-!” Lexa groaned, and her fingers dug into Clarke’s hips. “Gods, you’re tight…so good…”

Clarke could only moan in response, and spread her legs wider to allow the alpha to sink deeper. The next few inches slid in and she felt the fullness increase, but incredibly, there was still more to go, and she let out a primitive, guttural cry as the alpha rocked slowly, pushing until the head bottomed out against her cervix. “Fuck,” she panted, feeling tears come once more to her eyes, but this time from pleasure. “Oh fuck, oh Gods.”

To her surprise, Lexa’s motion behind her stilled, and a hand curled with the gentlest of force around her cheek, tilting to her chin to look back at concerned green eyes. “Are you all right? Is it painful?”

Clarke shook her head violently, scattering tears. “So good. It’s so good,” she choked out, trying to impress upon Lexa with her eyes rather than her words as she rocked back against the alpha’s pelvis with her ass. “Please, more.”

The alpha’s face shifted from worry to smug assertiveness in an instant and she let Clarke’s cheek go, stroking her one more time before she put that hand on her shoulder, keeping the other firmly on her hip. “Then get ready.” She promised with a low growl that sent rivulets of desire pulsing down their joined thighs.

Clarke lifted her head but immediately dropped it again as the alpha’s hips thudded into her ass, cock thrusting hard inside her like a spear. She rasped out a cry, and felt Lexa’s fingers grip into her shoulder, pulling her back to be fucked more, deeper, as her body blossomed to welcome the alpha’s girthy stretch. The head was buffeting against her cervix with every savage lunge of Lexa’s tightly muscled hips, and she could feel the throb inside her, the pulse of the alpha’s restrained seed, and her body began to ache and long for it, for the hot spill in her deepest depths.

As if on cue with Clarke’s desperate thoughts, Lexa gave a primal groan behind her and began thrusting in earnest, faster and harder with every punishing stroke, until Clarke was screaming high in her throat. The wet slap of their bodies echoed in the stone walls, and the omega vaguely knew that they were probably keeping the entire tower awake right now, perhaps even the entire city of Londinium, but she didn’t care, couldn’t care, as a sudden swell began to rock against her cunt and the alpha’s thrusts became shorter, more choppy. At first, she didn’t realize what was happening and thought that Lexa was deliberately keeping herself halfway out, but when she rotated her head back to shoot a frustrated whine over her shoulder, she heard and felt Lexa growl and force her head back down.

“Hold still.” The grip on her shoulder and hip tightened, and the slight pain of the alpha’s strong fingers only aided Clarke’s dizzying spiral of pleasure, but still, she didn’t understand until the rasp of the Commander’s teeth set against her throat and the knot began to stretch her entrance.

“Oh Gods,” she cried out, and would have panicked if it were not for the teeth nudging against her pulse. “You’re too big….you’ll split me open…!”

“Shhhh,” Lexa soothed, mouthing her neck. “Relax and let it happen.” The alpha’s fingers slipped from her hip down to her cunt, feeling where the pinkness of her stretched almost paper thin along the ridges of the knot as it pushed against her, seeking more ground. The tantalizing dance made Clarke cry out, but she let out an even higher moan as Lexa began flickering over her clit, touching it directly this time, providing her just the right amount of distracting pressure.

The alpha’s hips rolled, and her fingers slid wetly, and with a slick, sucking click, the knot popped inside of Clarke’s grasping walls. She raised her head and screamed, but the sound was primal pleasure, in its purest and deepest form. She was filled, she was stuffed, she was knotted, and Clarke had ceased to exist outside of the overwhelming sensations from inside of her body. Every ridge and raise in the knot was molded to by her clenching cunt, and she drew it in, milking the shaft inside her as her climax rushed up on her with blinding speed.

“Come in me!” She screamed, arching back, losing her mind with the force of her orgasm. The alpha’s name was the only thing she could think, or speak, the only thing left after the tsunami of pleasure ricocheted through her heat-addled brain. “I need your come, please, please, Lexa, oh Gods-!”

“Yes, yes, take my seed, Clarke,” Lexa panted into her ear, her voice crackling with need, and the shuddering savagery of it made Clarke build up again, in a searing rush, as the alpha growled like an animal in her climax. “Fuck….take it all…!”

The alpha’s come emptied into her with searing hot spurts, lacing across her walls in thick jets that refused to stop pouring, flooding her even as Lexa’s hips rocked, releasing more. Clarke came again, instantly, bucking and shivering on the rug below Lexa’s growling, snarling weight, fucking into her with possessive thoroughness as her seed filled every inch of Clarke’s tight cunt and sought more room, tenting her belly as the alpha continued to pulse. She moaned incoherently, feeling her thighs shake, as the knot kept her securely full of the potent seed, increasing her chances of being rounded with pups, pregnant for the alpha Commander. The idea only made her shudder once more, a captive to both her lust and her instincts as her heat called for her to be bred, knotted, and tied.

Groaning, the alpha slumped against her, and her breath came hot on Clarke’s neck. A sudden, desperate desire thumped through the omega: to feel those strong, sharp teeth descend on her and bite down, not just to hold her in place for mating, but to mark her as the alpha’s own, to claim her forever. She wanted the mark, wanted the bite, and it was seconds before she stoped herself from whining for it, right then and there.

Oh Gods. She thought, as her heat began to subsume her mind again and her hips rolled back against Lexa, who moaned. Let me escape this heat without a mark on my neck, because I don’t know if I could deny her if she asked. I want to be hers, Spirits help me….I want to be hers.

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