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A Day In The Life Of Omega Remi Episode 4 - Let's Roleplay!

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A chain of kisses began at the nape of Remi’s neck and travelled down to her loose collar with wet smacking sounds. When the barrier of her top was reached, her mate pulled it open wider than the baggy material already allowed to taste her shoulders and upper back. The touch of her mate always sent tingles out from wherever it connected with her body, her mate was so sure of herself and her movements, so strong and yet gentle… maybe a little too gentle.

Remi rocked her hips back, bumping her butt against Quinn in the hopes of more. Her mate was also a tease, especially when she was working from home. The laptop got the majority of her attention during the sunlight hours, and Remi got the nights. But Remi wanted all of it.

“What do you want, my mate?”

Remi shivered, those last two words might as well have stroked along her spine.

“More,” she answered. She would take anything from her mate as long as it didn’t end.

“You can be specific,” Quinn chuckled into the dip between her shoulder blades. “Ask for anything.”

Anything?

“I…” Remi’s voice quickly snuffed out into a croak. “I want you to do it like the first time.”

She felt the pause from behind.

“What do you mean?”

“You weren’t as careful with me that time.” I’m not a doll that can be broken so easily. A much nastier alpha than you has tried. These extra arguments would not win her a night with her mate, though, it would only upset her to think of the past. Sometimes, Remi wondered if Quinn’s heart broke more for Remi’s younger self than her own did. She was here, she had made it, she was happy - why dwell?

“I was off my nut on your omega pheromones and my alpha hormones and a whole combination of other factors that made me act like a brute.” Quinn returned to her kiss pecking for a moment before she added, “And you know how I felt afterwards.”

“I told you I liked it.”

“Mmm.”

“And now I have more experience…”

“And you prefer that to what we do now?”

“I want both.”

Quinn pulled away and a whine pressed out of Remi’s chest reflexively, a noise she found was releasing more and more freely without her intent. It got her an extra cuddle from behind, though.

“Let’s talk about this properly at lunchtime. I’m not saying no… but I’d like some rules.”

Of course, her mate loved meetings and timings and rules. Remi smiled and agreed and watched Quinn return to the laptop. She napped until lunch to make the time pass faster, and also to pretend she was wrapped in her mate’s arms as she buried into the duvet soaked in both their scents.

At the dining table, over steaming pasta, Quinn said, “Explain to me why you want this… please.”

Remi twiddled her fork, not quite managing to pick anything up with it. “I don’t think it’s strange to enjoy when your mate… wants you,” she mumbled.

Quinn laughed quietly. “I always want you.”

“But that time… it was like nothing could stop you from having me.” It embarrassed her, how wistful she sounded. “I want that again.”

“That…” Quinn leant back in her chair, conflicted in her expression. “I would never want you to think you couldn’t stop me, Remi.”

“I know if I said no, even that time, you would have. But…” She sighed, she didn’t have the words to explain what it felt like to have a hungry alpha hunting you for sex. Just that thought passing through her mind clenched something in her tummy.

“You okay? You look a little dazed.”

“I like when you act like a crazy alpha sometimes,” Remi blurted.

A pause sat on the table between them.

The corner of Quinn’s mouth turned up, a smirk barely restrained. It managed to embarrass Remi even further.

“Is this an alpha fetish, my mate?”

Remi’s mouth fell open wide. “N-no!” she sputtered. “I- I just… I have an alpha for a mate, I think I should be allowed to… enjoy it.” She could feel herself burning red hot with shame. “Can we please forget I said anything?”

“I don’t think so.” Quinn’s smile was predatory, and Remi’s eyes began to glaze over again. “What I’m understanding is that you want to roleplay.”

“Roleplay?”

“The stereotypical alpha and omega, you want to play that scenario out.”

“We are an alpha and omega,” Remi reminded her.

“Sure, but we don’t match the expectation. I’m not power-hungry, egotistical, territorial, aggressive…” That last trait she hesitated on and shook her head. Quinn could be aggressive when it was necessary, but it was not like alpha aggression Remi had seen before: senseless, stupid and searching for a fight just to prove themselves. “And you… are actually a pretty good example of a typical omega aside from the occasional sassy moment.”

“I don’t have sassy moments,” Remi argued primly.

Quinn laughed again. “Omegas don’t talk back to alphas, was that not sassy by omega standards?”

“Oh.” She had forgotten a lot of what it meant to be an omega in her time with Quinn. One interaction with her uncle now and he’d probably lock her in a crate for a week. “Then… I will play at being a proper omega?”

“Temporarily, if this is what you want.”

“Yes.” If it meant Quinn would let out her inner alpha again, even just temporarily, then she wanted to play.

PM

Remi straightened cushions and wiped counters that were spotless as she waited for her alpha to return. After her exercise class, she would arrive home and the play would begin. They had discussed lots of things, lot of rules, special words… and now she was jittery.

Tires rolled up the driveway, and she managed to restrain herself from running to the window and pressing her nose to the glass. She was supposed to be the prey, and cat and mouse was only fun if the mouse put up a chase.

She hurried up the stairs, light-footed as was possible with slight wooden creaks, and hovered in the hallway, far enough back that she couldn’t be spotted from the bottom of the stairs. The front door opened. Her alpha’s scent was intensified in the sweat that had been left to dry - it set Remi’s pulse just a little faster. It was a scent that kept her safe for being rolled in it regularly, but that didn’t mean she didn’t have the same instincts as any other wolf at the initial hit - danger: strong and scary up ahead.

A clatter of bags, and Remi shuffled back, the carpet muffling her movements. The door closed. Air whipping against the rush of a body reached her ears at a delay, and Remi stumbled back and ran for the nearest door. Alpha Quinn had cleared the stairs in seconds, enhanced agility allowing her to approach at such speed that Remi almost missed the noise of it. Superior senses had found her before she had a chance to find a hiding spot. She was pretty certain alphas could hear a heartbeat from metres away, and hers was hammering. She threw the door back behind her and heard it halt in a hand. She had entered Alpha Quinn’s bedroom, and the floor space offered only a c-shape to run. Remi scrambled around the edge of the double bed, putting it between herself and the alpha at her back.

Quinn’s silver eyes were almost overtaken by her pupils; it didn’t slow them, they caught every move, every twitch of Remi’s body as she tested left and right. Either way, she was in trouble. She knew her own scent would be only heightening the urgency - her body was begging to be caught. The line strung between terrifying alpha that could snap you in two and powerful potential mate whose genetics excel at attracting those in need of protection was taut. Remi’s body wanted to be bred by this mass of muscle and sharp teeth and hands so strong and agile they could tie her in a bow. All the while, a tiny red bulb was flashing in the back of her mind that all of those things were meant to be feared. Survival instincts versus reproductive instincts waged war inside of her.

Alpha Quinn’s fingertips rested on the bedsheets, pretending to pause, but her upper arms were clenching and unclenching impatiently, leaking her true intent: whichever way Remi chose to run, Quinn’s arms would be there to catch her.

She chose a wild card - straight forwards, a fake-out, with the hope of flinging herself to the edge of the bed. She got one foot onto the mattress, and the other was snatched by an alpha with a hunger that displayed itself in bared teeth and a greedy gaze. Remi was dragged across the bed in one easy motion, then her clothes were gone in two more. Enormous hands were on her, covering her hips, her breasts, the entirety of the soft section of her thighs could be clasped in each of Alpha Quinn’s palms. The touch was everywhere, as though her body needed to be rubbed head-to-toe in her alpha’s scent, should any fool think to leave a little of their own on her.

Her knees were pushed apart, almost into her armpits, stretching her flexibility to its limits to open her as wide as possible. It burned perfectly, the satisfaction of being cracked open beneath her mate, offered in her entirety. Alpha Quinn was salivating, Remi could smell it, then she could see it as Alpha Quinn opened her mouth further and let her dripping tongue coat Remi’s folds.

She squealed and squirmed and her wrists were pinned in response and even that felt good. Pleasure shook her from the inside out while Alpha Quinn’s tongue continued to dig deeper. When she struggled against the tingling pleasure that ran through the rest of her body, she was held tighter, pressed down into the bed and ordered to stay that way with a growl. A head-to-toe shiver hit her, her eyes drooping, unable to resist the simple satisfaction that came from receiving an order from her alpha. And she would try ever so hard to obey, because that felt even better.

Too soon, her spine was drawing up off the sheets without her intention - so close, it warned her. Alpha Quinn ignored the uncontrollable writhing, lapping between Remi’s legs as though she might actually devour her whole. And she was there, momentarily frozen in the bliss that struck. Remi cried out, curling inwards and clinging to Quinn’s shoulders wretchedly.

The release dropped her limp and fuzzy-eyed. She didn’t need clear vision to read her mate’s expression above her, though. Thinly-veiled pride and an unsated desire glowed down at her, and Remi keened in response.

“So pretty,” Alpha Quinn murmured, nuzzling against Remi’s ear. Sinking lower, she added, “so obedient.” A tiny tremble revealed Remi’s pleasure from the praise. Into her collarbone, Alpha Quinn chuckled. “And so fucking wet, little omega.”

Thighs jumped together instinctively, and were immediately pulled apart again. Between them pushed the pink penis they liked to play with. The size was slightly larger than Remi, so it always offered a stretch that contented something deep and yearning in her tummy. Alpha Quinn entered her in one impatient thrust. Remi gasped, grabbing at the sheets and pretending to pull away. Her wrists were stolen back and pinned at her hair.

Instead of careful increases of speed and depth, this alpha gave Remi one-hundred percent from the first rock of her hips. Her body fought to open more, to accommodate the force, she could see her feet bouncing in the air but no longer had control over them. Everything was moved solely by the drive of Alpha Quinn’s hips. Remi was panting, despite doing no work, and whimpering when nips and nibbles caught her.

Round two and Remi couldn’t speak coherently anymore. Round three and it almost seemed as though Alpha Quinn might take some pity on a stupid omega asking for something that would wreck her. Round four corrected this: her mate was feral and it only made her orgasms the more intense for witnessing it.

The dig of Alpha Quinn’s fingers into her hips promised bruises in the morning, with every shift of position she would earn a new pinky-purple stripe. Remi bit her lip and sighed happily, she would admire them in secret, reliving the grip her mate had held her in. Her brain was mush, her bones sore, her skin covered in displays of desire.

A groan against her neck turned guttural, and Remi’s insides squeezed in response. Her mate, her strong, alpha mate, was pleasured by her and that thought was enough to take her to the edge. Again.  She squirmed, pushing her heels to the bedding to kick herself back. Hopeless flee attempts earned omegas a bite to the shoulder, so close to the marking point, and Remi howled at the sting of Quinn’s teeth, her thighs fluttering open flat against the bed as she came.

Alpha Quinn finished, too, with a few light humps to end. At the removal of the toy, Remi’s stomach seemed to deflate, and she finally stopped fighting. She barely had the energy to breathe. Her alpha climbed over her completely, creating a shield from the outside with her body, and Remi creakily curled up inside of it. Their warmth and sweat pressed together.

More of her alpha mate’s weight was dropped onto her, not enough to harm but enough to trap. Squashed beneath her mate, she felt content.