Spy Wolf 3 (Patreon)

2025

“There is mark,” Yelena announced, scanning the new arrival from the second-story balcony.

“Who’s Mark?” Kate asked.

“You know, woman we are here to see. Mark.”

“You mean the mark?” Kate replied dryly.

“That’s what I said! Put your arm around me. Look… alpha.”

Reluctantly, Kate wound her arm around Yelena’s midsection, drumming her fingers just above her pelvis. Yelena stiffened and Kate knew there was some truth behind the act of the sexual, servile omega. She could maybe have tried not to arouse Yelena… but instead she dug her fingernails into Yelena’s satin, hard enough to threaten to rend the material and fully disrobe the dishabille Yelena was in.

“You’ve got a lot of nerve, you know that?” Kate asked. “You ghost me, you keep ghosting me for months, then suddenly it’s ‘Kate Bishop, I need you.’”

“Oh, did you think I needed big tough alpha for heat?” Yelena asked, keeping her eyes on the mark. “Because you did come running, remember? Why was that?”

“Because I was worried. It’s not like you handled going into heat well the first time.”

“I don’t remember you having any complaints then…”

Kate took her hand off Yelena’s hip. “It was the first time for me too, you know. I was doing all that stuff for the first time and I thought we were on the same page. What did I do to you that you didn’t enjoy, huh? That you didn’t ask for.”

Yelena took hold of Kate’s hand and forced it back around her. “Can this wait until we are not undercover?”

“No, it can’t, unless you have another alpha you want to use as pervert bait.”

Yelena turned to look at Kate. “Look, I’m sorry you looked forward to having your own omega since you turn thirteen. You have years to get used to idea! I have five minutes. I needed to figure things out, okay?”

“Okay!? You think I didn’t need to figure anything out? That’s why you were supposed to be there, so we could make sense of all this together.”

“Well, things don’t make sense when I’m with you. I can’t control myself and you can.”

“You can’t control yourself because you don’t take your inhibitor.”

“Do I need it?” Yelena asked, looking Kate in the eye.

“It would make things a lot simpler,” Kate deadpanned.

“Do you want simple or want me?”

“My, you have a very… willful omega.”

Kate looked to who had intruded on their conversation. It was the mark. She was tall and deep-chested, with a finely sculpted face that ran riot over her surroundings. Her eyes were bottle green and a little slanted, while her hair was a reddish brown, drawn loosely back and braided at the base of her neck with a casualness that did nothing to mollify the fierceness in her eyes and the slant of her face. She wore a white satin shirt dress that was cut low to show off her fine figure. The dress was long, sprawling well before her hips, and it would’ve hidden her body in its folds if it weren’t for the wide belt that nipped it at the waist, showing off the dimple of her midsection and then the joyous flare of her hips. Under which a pair of nylons took over, down to gladiator sandals and toenails painted gold.

“I don’t like disciplining her,” Kate said, trying to remember all the suave, cool alphas from TV and how they talked about their omegas. “I like it when she has to sleep on the couch because she’s been a bad girl and she knows the only reason she isn’t getting knotted is because of how she acted.”

The mark smirked. “What a wonderful way to run things. I don’t like disciplining omegas either. It’s far too gauche. You shouldn’t need a riding crop to keep a worthwhile omega in line—maybe an alpha…”

Kate smiled brittlely. “Not many alphas appreciate being treated like an omega.”

“Not many will admit to it,” the mark corrected her. “But if not many did, this place wouldn’t be in business.” She glanced at Yelena and raised her hand up under the Russian’s chin, raising it so she could admire Yelena’s supple jawline. “Of course, an omega like this one is almost enough to argue me out of perversion. How do you manage to share her?”

“I find it helps to remind her that I’m the only one who can do what I do to her,” Kate said, feeling absurdly defensive. “We’re very attuned. And she’s always on her best behavior after she’s learned the shortcomings of other alphas.”

The mark leaned in and sniffed Yelena’s hair. “When was the last time you played with her? I can smell your scent on her, but it’s very faint. There’s keeping them in their place and then there’s not knotting them at all. Where’s the fun in that?”

“She was—” Yelena began, but Kate cut her off.

“I’ve been away on business,” she interrupted. “When I got back, I decided it would best to draw her desperation out just a little bit more. Then we can get back to having my scent all over her.”

“I’m surprised you can manage to wait. You must be one hell of an alpha.”

Kate shot Yelena a look, but despite the straight line, Yelena managed to keep a submissive face in place.

“So which is it going to be?” Kate asked. “Her or me?”

The mark looked Yelena in the eye. Kate saw Yelena’s pupils dilate. She might not respond to another alpha—but her body would for her.

“Her,” the mark decided. “Five thousand dollars, yes? I hear that’s the going rate for, ah, fresh merchandise.”

“It is,” Kate agreed—why the hell not?—but suddenly, vehemently, she did not want Yelena alone with this woman. “But you could pay ten thousand dollars?”

The mark’s eyes slanted to her. “Could I?”

“Yes.”

“And that would be… a tip?”

Smug bitch, Kate thought, trying hard to keep the emotion off her face. But no one paying for sex should be that smug.

“That would be for me… too.”

“And what would you be doing?” the mark asked.

“Nothing,” Yelena said quickly. She was out of line, but she spoke too fast to be censured before she could finish. “She would be tied, gagged, blindfolded—anything you like. While you have fun with her omega.”

The mark looked between them, the idea all lit up behind her eyes. “That sounds intriguing.”