Alpha Assignment (GL) Chapter 32 (Early Access) (Patreon)

Remi let the dungarees drop, and Quinn’s lips followed them down, kissing hip, thigh, and the warm crease at the back of her knee. Even under the cover of so many layers, her skin had soaked up a perfumed note of the outdoors: grass and soil and the light scent of lingering flowers despite the chill of autumn.

Tiny fingertips ran through her hair, raising her eyes. Remi was watching her with flushed cheeks and dark irises. Quinn had sunk to the floor, and when she raised herself just a little back up, her mouth met the single piece of clothing that remained on Remi’s body. She mouthed at her underwear, moulding her lips into the crease between Remi’s legs and feeling them shake against her shoulders. Breaths turned raspy and noisily aroused above her. The fingers in her hair curled, but didn’t release, urging her to continue without forcing her in deeper.

Quinn didn’t need to be forced, digging into the heat of Remi so deeply that she hoped her tongue would break through the barrier of the panties. They needed to be removed, the taste of Remi was so close and Quinn wouldn’t be teased any longer. She extended the bond, checking for Remi’s consent. Remi refused the connection and Quinn paused, mouth open. Hips ground down and Remi pushed herself back onto Quinn’s tongue, riding her face with the most gentle of humping motions and the quietest of whines.

Quinn could take a hint. She could also take a real face-fucking but she’d have to teach Remi later to take what she really wanted. Now, Quinn would lead by example, ripping the patchy underwear off in one swipe and throwing them aside. Her hands wrapped from Remi’s hips to her round little butt and squeezed, pinning her in place for Quinn to taste. Wet tongue diluted wet folds but Remi’s sweetness couldn’t be tainted. Her pussy was peachy and puffy and tasted divine, Quinn could drink from her all day, grinding her tongue between her lips and tickling at her clit to make her wriggle and stagger. She was soon maintaining all of Remi’s weight, balanced in the bum-clenching hands, as little legs gave out and hips shook and Remi twisted helplessly against Quinn’s mouth. Her raspy breaths had turned to gasps, with one hand pressed over her mouth and the other clinging to Quinn’s hair. Not directing or demanding, only tethering.

When she came, she drew her knees up, toes off the carpet, entirely confident in Quinn’s ability to keep her held in place, and her body curled around Quinn’s face like a closing flower, shaking and moaning through her climax. Quinn remained on her knees, she could stay there forever, servicing Remi with her tongue until the end of time. It would be a reward for everything that had ever gone wrong for her, all she had had to do by herself.

As Remi released, letting her limbs fall limp, Quinn knew that wasn’t the end. Round eyes pleaded with her, leaning in close and tasting herself on Quinn’s lips, entangling her fingers behind Quinn’s ears. Quinn kissed her back just as hungrily. If she wanted more, Quinn could give her more. Everything. She stood, bringing her precious naked Remi with her, and walked them to her own bedroom.

She lowered her to her bed and pressed her legs open. Remi laid back obediently and clutched the duvet either side of her head. With two fingers, Quinn pried her lips apart and watched the pink drip. A little shiver ran down to Remi’s toes. Hurry up, her body was screaming. So was Quinn’s.

One finger at a time, she dipped into Remi’s insides, massaging against the spongy walls and stretching out a space for her to fill. It was tight, but after the first finger, each consecutive one had an easier time spreading her wider and wider. When she retracted her hand, pleased with her preparation, Remi’s pussy was fluttering around the empty space.

It took one long calming breath to keep from filling it with her tongue and sucking Remi raw. She kissed the creases at the tops of Remi’s thighs instead and massaged them a little between her hands.

“Have you done this before?” It felt wrong to break the soundtrack of skin on skin and panted breaths. Her voice was too loud in the room. She needed to know, though. She stood up and turned to her dresser, on the hunt for an item she hadn’t needed in a long, long time.

Remi shook her head against the bedding, mussing her hair around her. “I only kissed before I came here,” she whispered.

Quinn attempted to hide her shock by digging through her drawer more than she actually needed to. While penetrative sex was less common for those that weren’t mates, it still happened. And there were other types of sex. Quinn may have left her pack as soon as she could, but that had still left her plenty of time to play. Never any serious relationships, and only a few times ‘all the way’ as some called it, but she thought that was pretty normal. Maybe it was for alphas…

“I’ll go really slow and gentle, okay?” She turned with her strap in her hand. Other women had liked the size, but measuring it up to Remi, it seemed a bit monstrous. It was double-ended and bright pink. Remi eyed it with mild curiosity, but mostly arousal, in her eyes. Her legs remained open in their butterfly pose. “If you want to stop at any time, you can.” She rested the strap-on next to Remi’s knee as she stripped off her own clothes.

Remi nodded, never taking her eyes off the pink piece.

Using kisses as a flurried distraction, Quinn carefully inserted both ends. They each took in their halves, inch by inch, as Quinn layered her love over Remi’s face and chest with her lips. She didn’t need the same preparation as Remi, her end was shorter and thicker and frankly, she had felt its form inside of her enough times to know that just the slick she was oozing from tasting Remi was enough for easy entrance. She pulled a nipple into her mouth and sucked it into a tall teat, the swollen rosy bud stayed pointed to attention when her kiss trail worked its way back up to Remi’s cheeks.

Once the entirety had been sunk inside them both, Quinn snapped shut the straps around her thighs and hips, watching Remi’s expression carefully for any pain or upset. Instead, she appeared deep in concentration with her velveteen thighs wide and her hands wrapped within the bedding like she was wearing white boxing gloves.

Quinn dragged a kiss from Remi’s cheekbone to her ear and asked, “Are you ready?”

“Mmm.” Remi nodded, squeezing her eyes shut and her knees together.

On the first full thrust, Remi’s eyes and mouth flew open in a confused smile. On the second, her head tilted back and a shocked moan fell out of her. By the third, Quinn realised she might not be as ready as Remi was, at least not in the way she wanted to be. Her wolf was already clawing at the surface, her desire for the sweet breedable omega under her setting fire to the muscles beneath her skin. Control was everything, if she lost it, she wasn’t worthy of being Remi’s first. She wasn’t worthy of being Remi’s anything if she was dictated to by stupid hormones, pheromones, primal instincts-

Remi whined and pushed her chest up from the bed, inviting Quinn to appraise the lessons she had acquired. It triggered something deep inside of her, a fury that fuelled a need to suck and bite over every scar, cover her sweet skin anew with Quinn’s marks. Claim her and keep her and most of all, avenge her. The rock of her hips gained speed and she climbed onto the bed, bending Remi in two for a deeper angle.

For a closer view.

For covering her in the scent of her alpha.

Three orgasms deep for Quinn, uncountable for Remi, and her omega was clinging to her arm like the safety bar on a rollercoaster, bounced solely from the jump of Quinn’s hips, and her legs dangled freely either side of Quinn’s. Her expression was wretched. When Quinn accidentally locked eyes with herself in the mirror, she realised her own expression was feral. Facing Remi away from her was supposed to help her keep control, and yet, she was on the verge of blackout horniness. If she fell over the line, she was too scared to think where that could lead her. The things she might do to an open omega in her lap, wet and whining and writhing…

"Remi," she groaned. "We... we need to stop. I-I'm losing control-"

"Please!" Remi cried out, kicking her feet at the air around them. "Alpha, please don't stop." The last word turned into a sob. Sweat had slicked the small black flicks of hair that usually framed Remi's face to her skin. She was so pretty and so perfect and… Quinn could only oblige the request. If anything, not stopping seemed easier than stopping, not stopping was natural, it followed her body’s instincts, it meant she got to keep Remi attached to her even just a little longer. A biological need at this point.

A round-headed bulge was pressing out from the skin of Remi's lower tummy. Quinn's mouth watered at the sight, she let one hand slip down and trace over it gently. Remi yelped and squirmed in her grip. When she applied just a little pressure, pushing back against her own pink, plastic dick from the outside, Remi screamed. Keeping her thumb on the bulge and two fingers circling Remi’s clit, shudders overtook her little lover, forcing her pupils up to the ceiling, and stealing her breath. When her face was wet with tears, she’d finished coming and convulsing.

Their eyes met in the mirror, and Remi gasped, “More.”

Quinn waved goodbye to her willpower with a slick-soaked handkerchief. She didn't need control anymore, she had an omega begging to be bred in her bed. She twisted them one-eighty degrees, connected by fake cock, and splayed Remi across the bed, when she retracted the strap, it came out sopping. She took a sweaty thigh and flipped Remi to her back, finally face-to-face with her little obsession again. The frills between her legs had darkened to a pulsing red, her clit fat and throbbing in time with a racing heart. How could Quinn’s favourite dish look even more delicious?

She pushed back inside and Remi squirmed against being filled, eyes lolling and her lip caught between her teeth. Delirious from the feeling of being stuffed, it made Quinn want to bite every inch of her. Feel her softness between her teeth and devour her in every way possible. She leant in close, curling her body to slot against Remi’s, teeth grazing her collar bone. Almost a threat, maybe a promise. Her hips thrust forward over and over, knocking Remi a few millimetres up the bed each time.

“Alpha,” Remi squeaked, her voice cracking delightfully.

“Remi, please,” Quinn strained the words against her soft and sickly sweet, sweat-coated neck. “Say my name.” The order came out as a murmur.

With fluttering inner thighs and eyelashes, Remi gasped, “Quinn.”

The wolf chained deep inside of Quinn reared up, lifting Remi too; connected at the hips she fucked Remi like it was her call to this earth, and Remi chanted her name like it was hers. Until her speech became slurred and garbled. With every orgasm, ‘Quinn’ sounded more like ‘kin’ until finally Remi fell silent, her top half flopped against the sheets and her bottom half still held aloft in Quinn’s grip, rocking in sharp, short bounces. Her bangs didn’t jump in time anymore, stuck to her face with sweat and tears.

Quinn came with a gritted-teeth groan and collapsed beside her, only managing to outlast Remi’s consciousness by a few primally satisfied moments.