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Anxious, her heart pounding, Rio paced back and forth in the parking lot outside of the Westview Healthcare and Reproduction Center, trying very hard not to think about how uncomfortably tight the pants she was wearing were, and the way she felt as if she was going to explode any moment.
Rio hadn’t felt like this in ten years. And that was because ever since she had presented as an Alpha at age sixteen, she had immediately begun taking rut suppressants after her first disaster of a rut. Alphas’ rut cycles were regulated by hormones just like Omega heat cycles, and they were meant to experience a rut every three to four months… taking suppressants continuously, even though one was meant to take a break from them at least once a year, meant Rio had not experienced one in a decade.
She’d almost forgotten what they were like - the burning, raging arousal, the lowered inhibitions and reduced impulse control… the almost unfathomable desire to sink her rock-hard cock into an Omega and breed them full of pups. Now, however, she had no choice but to tumble headfirst, entirely unprepared, into a position where she had to feel all of those things again.
She had been aghast when her new doctor refused to renew her suppressant prescription. Her old primary care physician, a Beta who didn’t give a damn about Rio’s chronic suppressant use, had retired. Her newly assigned doctor was an Alpha, and Dr. Reyes denied her suppressants, citing concerns that Rio hadn’t gone through a rut since puberty and desperately needed to for her own health.
Her body’s hormonal regulation was fucked, according to the blood tests; a rut should function as a hard reset. Rio had tried to argue it was for the best she stay on suppressants, given what happened during her first-ever rut, but Dr. Reyes merely handed her a leaflet for the WHRC and recommended she find a rut partner. Only after she had rutted would her doctor consider placing her back on suppressants.
At first, Rio had been in complete denial that she was going to be forced to suffer through a rut… but two weeks later, her suppressants had run out, and she was beginning to feel irritable and restless, becoming increasingly territorial about her apartment - much to her Beta roommate Alice’s annoyance, as she was scent-marking everything - and her libido was significantly heightened.
It was disconcerting, especially since Rio didn’t usually have a particularly high sex drive. It wasn’t that she was inexperienced at sex; when she had a girlfriend, she would have sex regularly, maybe a couple times a week, and when she was single, she usually got laid maybe four or five times a year.
She wasn’t really one for spontaneous hook-ups and taking people home with her from a bar or club. The sex she was having wasn’t crazy, more vanilla icecream with a squirt of dirty talk syrup, but it was still sex. But now… all she could think about was raunchy, bone-breaking, animalistic fucking.
“God, Rio, you fucking reek.”
Rio hugged a pillow to her belly, sinking into the cushions as she curled up on their couch. “No, I don’t,” she protested, scowling at Alice defensively. “I showered after my run this morning!”
“No, it’s not that. It’s not B.O. You’re in pre-rut,” Alice told her simply, wrinkling her nose.
“I know, you don’t need to tell me that,” she grumbled.
Apparently, Rio was already emitting strong Alpha pheromones to try to entice an Omega into her territory. She couldn’t even go to Target earlier to get supplies for herself without at least five Omegas staring at her and drooling.
“I can smell you already, and that’s saying something considering Betas usually can’t,” Alice continued. “You’ve probably got three or four days before it begins. Have you found yourself a partner yet?”
“No,” Rio shook her head vigorously. “I can’t. I - I can’t be around an Omega when I’m like this. It would be way too dangerous. I’m already having urges to…” She trailed off, her cheeks pinkening. Inside her pants, her cock twitched. Her gland on the side of her neck was aching. The wolf inside of her wanted to hunt down a mate to breed. “Well, you know. And I just - I did some research, and since this is my first rut in a decade, it’s likely that I’m going to be a total mess. Aggressive, feral, I’m basically going to turn into an Alpha on steroids. And I’m going to want to mate whoever I end up in bed with. I can’t risk accidentally mating an Omega because I can’t control myself.”
“It doesn’t have to be an Omega,” Alice pointed out. “If you’re that worried about accidental mating, then just hook up with a Beta or another Alpha. An Alpha would probably be the best shout, honestly, especially if you’re both rutting. You’ll battle it out for dominance, and it’ll burn all your extra rut energy. Doesn’t matter if you get aggressive because the other Alpha will rise to it.”
Rio had heard of that before; Alphas hooking up with other Alphas to ride out their ruts together, as there was very little danger of accidental mating and less risk of inadvertent injury, since both participants would have increased strength and stamina.
The main problem, however, was that female Alphas were a dime a dozen in Westview, and Rio categorically refused to have sex with a man. Ever. She would rather chop her own dick off and shove it into a blender before she fell into bed next to a male Alpha.
“And where the hell am I gonna find a female Alpha to hook up with, Alice?” Rio asked tiredly.
“Uh, Knottd, duh,” Alice scoffed. “It’s literally an app designed specifically for Alphas. I bet if we set you up a profile now, we could find you a rut partner in like, less than an hour once your account is approved.”
Rio stared at her in disbelief. “Please tell me you’re joking.” A fucking Alpha dating app? Which was infamous for being used for arranging one-night stands, swinging, and orgies. It was originally created for finding casual rut partners.
“Give me your phone, I’ll start setting up an account for you.” Alice paused, and cocked her head. “Unless you think you’d be better off just… riding it alone. The WHRC does have solo Alpha rooms you can book out.”
The WHRC website advertised the shelter-in-place rooms they provided, for lone Alphas, lone Omegas, or strangers needing a safe place to hook up together for their heat/rut periods, that had security and healthcare professionals at the ready in case anything went wrong. The doctors there provided all forms of reproductive protection, emergency contraception, and post-heat/rut recovery medication. It did seem to genuinely be the best place for Rio to spend her rut, given the circumstances.
The idea of being locked inside of a tiny, cramped room alone with just a pile of Omega-scented blankets and some sex toys for her rut, was just utterly unappealing though. The very thought made Rio’s inner Alpha legitimately engaged, her wolf growling furiously at her for even daring to think of it.
No, Rio did need a rut partner, Dr. Reyes had told her as much during her physical, and so she truly had no choice but to find somebody to have sex with for a whole week. Because that was another thing she was terrified of; according to her doctor, her rut was likely to last far longer than usual, potentially up to five or six days, rather than the usual three, because Rio hadn’t endured a rut for so long. Unless, of course, she bonded or mated with somebody during her rut, when it would abruptly end, but that definitely wasn’t going to happen.
Her doctor had signed her off from work for a full week. At first, Rio thought it would be an issue, given the nature of her job - vet techs didn’t get to take much time off - but given that Rio hadn’t taken sick leave or any PTO in nearly two years, they ended up signing her off for ten days instead of just five, so she could have a week to recover after.
She might as well find somebody to spend that week with, so she had something to recover from, so those extra days of leave weren’t wasted.
“Fine,” Rio groaned, half-heartedly glaring at her roommate when Alice delightedly swiped up the Alpha’s phone, using her thumbprint to access it. She was abusing the hell out of that ‘safety measure’. “But please set the filter to 25-35 years old. I do not wanna feel like I’m robbing the cradle… nor do I want to be accused of MILF-chasing.”
Having just turned twenty-six, she knew the safest bet would be to try and find somebody around the same age as her, who was also unattached and in a similar situation, so that there was no confusion about this being for necessity, and necessity only. Rio didn’t want any drama, didn’t want anything more than just a hook-up. She didn’t want any complicated feelings involved at all. She just wanted a partner to fuck, and that was that.
And now… here she was, at four pm on a balmy Spring Friday evening, waiting for her rut partner, a complete and utter stranger, to show up. LavenderWitchKiller, ‘Agnes’, 27-year-old female Alpha. Agnes sounded like a completely fake name, but Rio didn’t really care.
The one good thing about Knottd was that it was one of the more premier dating apps for Alphas, one you had to pay a subscription for, and they screened all of the people making accounts. You could use whatever username you wanted, and go by whatever fake name you chose, but certain information had to be submitted and checked before that account could be approved.
Rio made her account under the username BrujaVerde and used the name Rosaria, her full government name, but as she went by Rio, there was less of a chance they would recognise her as the Alpha who worked as a vet tech and frequented the only lesbian bar in Westview.
Agnes had been on Knottd for seven months now, was ID verified to be a real person, had a clean bill of health as of an STI test last week, no criminal background, and only three previous sexual partners, one of each designation. Appearance-wise, Rio only knew that she was a 5”5, blue-eyed brunette femme lesbian. She hadn’t filled out her relationship status, but most people didn’t on the app. People didn’t really post clear photos of themselves either - usually just suggestive shots that were cropped at the neck - but that didn’t matter anyway, because Rio hadn’t been the one to select Agnes - Alice did.
As soon as Rio had started flicking through the profiles, trying to imagine herself having sex with any of the Alphas, she’d begun feeling incredibly flushed and dizzy, her cock swelling to its full seven and a half inches and throbbing needily. Alice had scoffed at her, calling her a pathetic Alpha dyke beneath her breath, and picked out an Alpha for her, who she promised Rio would be attracted to based on what the Beta knew about her preferences for women.
Frankly, though, Rio didn’t give a shit what Agnes looked like. She wasn’t looking for an Alpha to date or go on a romantic night out with; she wanted an Alpha who was strong and assertive, who could help her burn her excess rut energy so she could actually survive her rut without her wolf turning rabid and having a mental breakdown.
Her rut was approaching hard and fast now, hormones coursing through her veins and making her feel like her blood was bursting into flames. Rio was sweating, her palms hot and clammy. She was wearing a loose-fitting green cotton t-shirt, a brown vest, and breathable brown pants to get as much airflow as possible, but she was still feverish.
Her rut hadn’t even fully kicked in yet, but she could already feel her wolf creeping forward from its dark, buried den at the back of her mind, where usually it lurked without bothering her, caged by her suppressants. Now, however, without her suppressants to restrain it, her wolf was threatening to wrestle for control of her body, wanting her to succumb to her base, primal instincts to find a mate and breed.
Where the fuck was her rut partner? Rio checked her phone anxiously, exhaling forcefully in frustration when she saw they were already five minutes late. Rio had booked a paired Alpha rut room for them - fortunately, her insurance covered the cost - and check-in was at five pm.
They’d texted very briefly and agreed to meet an hour beforehand at the cafe opposite the clinic, to establish expectations and boundaries, and get to know each other at least a little before they fucked each other’s brains out.
Once ten minutes had passed, Rio growled angrily under her breath. She stormed back towards her Ford Ranger, grabbing her phone out of her pocket to text Agnes thanks for wasting her time and ghosting her. As the WRHC booking was under her name, she could at least still make use of the rut room, although her inner wolf was gnashing its teeth in outrage at the fact that she would now be forced to endure her rut alone.
She was snatching her duffel bag out of the passenger footwell when she heard an incredulous, rumbling voice mutter, “No fucking way. Rio? Rio Vidal? UMass, Veterinary Technology?”
Rio’s heart skipped a beat. She recognised that voice. A strange wave of fuzziness overtook her as the thick, heady, delicious scent of coffee, chocolate, and whiskey, tinged with sharp, spicy cinnamon, clove, and cardamom, which she often associated with Alpha in rut, overwhelmed her senses.
And that scent… was so familiar, dragging up long-buried memories of her freshman and sophomore years at UMass Amherst that she had attempted to forget for the sake of saving her own heart. The rest of her body wasn’t at all worried about protecting her feelings, however, as it responded with almost immediate intense arousal. Her cock had turned to steel, to the point where Rio was concerned it might bust through the front of her pants, and a small wet patch may be visible from now much pre-cum was dribbling from the head and soaking her boxers.
Turning around, Rio was instantly rendered speechless. She was met with the sight of a tall, beautiful, dark-haired woman in a floral maroon long-sleeved dress. Luscious chestnut curls spilled over her shoulders like a mahogany waterfall down to her waist, and her eyes appeared so piercingly blue that they resembled polished glacier ice.
She likely would not have been pegged as an Alpha by people passing by her in the street, if not for her potent scent, confident body language, and the unmistakable outline of a fucking log of an erect cock beneath her dress, which she seemed utterly unashamed by.
“No shit, it is you,” the woman crowed. “I knew I recognised your scent. Toffee, almonds, and wood ash, like it’s always been. All that caramelized sugar and nutty smokiness.” She raked her gaze up and down Rio hungrily, like a leopard assessing a gazelle. “God, look at you. Whoever would have thought that cute, shy little nerd who squeaked whenever a woman so much as touched her hand, would transform into a big butch dyke of an Alpha looking to rail another Alpha through the mattress during her rut?”
“Agatha?” Rio breathed, staring at the woman in shock. “Agatha Harkness. UMass Linguistics?” She hadn’t seen Agatha in… fuck, six years? They’d shared a lot of Gen Ed classes, most notably English Writing and Anthropology 101, where they’d worked on group projects together. It was undoubtedly her; she was just as stunningly gorgeous now as she was back in college… arguably even more so. “Wait… Agnes?”
There was no way that the anonymous Alpha she was meant to be hooking up with for her rut was Agatha fucking Harkness, right? The Universe was simultaneously cursing and rewarding her.
Agatha laughed, and Rio’s stomach twisted, because shit, she still had those gorgeous dimples and crinkles around her eyes. “Rosaria,” she purred. “Is that what Rio is short for then? You never told me, no matter how many times I tried to convince you to. Since when are you rutting? I thought you said in college that you were going to stay on suppressants forever and never rut ever again.”
Rio swallowed heavily, slamming the door of her Ford shut and clutching her duffel bag to her front, desperately hoping that it hid the massive boner she was now sporting. “I did say that. That was my plan too, but I got a new doctor, and they wouldn’t give me any more suppressants, told me that I had to go through a rut to reset my system before she’d put me back on them.”
Agatha whistled. “Kinda crazy to have your doctor basically prescribe you sex. What did it say on your doctor’s note to sign you off work - patient requires leave until she has achieved at least two blowjob orgasms and three knots to get her freak out?” The Alpha snickered, leaning against the side of her Ford casually.
Rio tried very hard not to react, merely exhaling forcefully in frustration. “Since when do you date Alphas? I thought you said in college that you wouldn’t touch Alphas with a ten-foot pole and were only ever interested in Betas and Omegas. You said you wouldn’t ever consider dating Alphas, no matter what.” That statement had sunk its claws into nineteen-year-old Rio’s psyche and torn her heart to shreds.
Agatha pursed her lips, glancing away as she scuffed her boot on the asphalt. “Yeah, I did say that. I admit, I may have been prejudiced in my preferences. But I didn’t exactly have any good past experiences with Alphas at the time.” She glanced away, sniffing. “I don’t know if you remember, but I was also dating an Omega. Did the on-again, off-again shit for about four years with her.”
“You didn’t mate?” Please say no, please say no.
“No,” Agatha replied simply.
“Why not?” Rio asked, before her brain-to-mouth filter could kick in, making her blush.
“Just never felt the urge to. Then I found out she was drugging me with rut inducers and sabotaging the condoms. Drugs fucked with my biology, so now I only ever rut with Betas and Alphas. Preferably Alphas. Less chance they’ll try and force-mate or baby-trap me.” She shrugged, examining her nails nonchalantly, as if what she had just described wasn’t completely fucked-up and illegal.
Rio did remember Agatha’s relationship in college. She remembered all too well, actually. Wanda Maximoff, a short, red-headed simpering Omega who had clung to Agatha like a limpet and whose only reason for attending college was to find an Alpha to settle down and breed with so she could pump out as many pups as physically possible.
Agatha had always blatantly declared that she didn’t want to get married as it was a patriarchal concept, and wasn’t all that fussed about pups, so Rio didn’t understand Wanda’s dogged pursuit of her at the time. But it had literally broken her heart when Agatha and Wanda had started dating during sophomore year, because Rio had such a massive, debilitating crush on her.
She’d thought her feelings were requited at first, as throughout Freshman year, the Alpha had openly flirted with her, and although Rio was utterly terrible at anything regarding romance, she had attempted to flirt back, which Agatha was obviously amused by. Female alphas were rare, and lesbian alphas were even rarer, so the two of them were drawn together like magnets.
They’d been close. Extremely close. So close, in fact, that they would hold hands, share food, walk each other home after classes and parties late at night… hell, they’d even shared a bed several dozen times when they couldn’t be bothered to head home after long study sessions or parties that overrun.
Because of that, Rio had honestly thought she stood a chance. Agatha had said she would never date an Alpha, but Rio thought that their shared trust and intimacy with one another in their friendship may possibly have changed Agatha’s mind. But before she could gather her courage enough to ask Agatha out on a date, Wanda had appeared out of seemingly nowhere and swept Agatha away with her Omega charm, sharing more classes with Agatha than Rio, and beginning to drive a wedge between them.
Wanda had made her dislike of Rio very clear, and although she had convinced herself at the time it was because the Omega felt threatened by her as an Alpha, Rio came to realise years later that it was because she felt threatened by Agatha and Rio’s bond. Rio had been utterly miserable as she was shoved to the side and essentially replaced in Agatha’s life.
At first, she thought that Agatha was none the wiser to it, and that she was entirely unaware of Rio’s feelings for her, but then Agatha began to look at her differently, more warily, as if she felt awkward around her. Rio became certain that Wanda had bitched in her ear that Rio was in love with her and that Agatha felt sorry for her.
That, paired with some other horrible events that occurred just after spring break of sophomore year, drove her into a state of despondency. Rio ended up leaving early without warning anybody, because of those events, and then that was it. Rio moved campuses, as her vet tech program required; she and Agatha no longer shared any classes, they drifted apart, and Rio never saw Agatha again. Not even at graduation.
She’d kept up with Agatha on social media for a couple of years after college, but the Alpha didn’t have Instagram, so she was forced to monitor Wanda’s account instead; seeing all of the photos of the two of them together as a couple made her genuinely sick to her stomach, so Rio had elected not to check on, or think about, Agatha anymore after that.
And now here Agatha was in front of her, staring at her ravenously like a filet steak she was ready to devour whole. Her intoxicating scent had Rio ensnared within seconds, and the easy banter between them reminded her starkly of times when they were free to joke and tease and simply be themselves, without society or a persistent and jealous Omega interfering.
“Where’s Wanda now?” she found herself asking, out of morbid curiosity more than anything.
Agatha snorted. “Mated to a Beta with the personality of wet cardboard and the brain of an unplugged toaster, with twin pups on the way. But who gives a fuck about her? She’s not here right now. We should be talking about the two of us and our rut plans.”
Rio felt faint. “The two of us,” she echoed.
As if they were a pair.
As if they were partners.
“Yeah, we both used fake names and were going to hook up with strangers, which turned out to be each other. But does it matter that we know each other already? I don’t know about you…” Agatha’s lips ticked up into a mischievous smile, “But I’m still game to ride our ruts out together. I know what you’re packing, and I’m not throwing away my shot to see it up close for the first time.”
Rio blushed. “Agatha.”
“So how about it, champ?”
Rio’s mouth immediately turned bone dry, her chest tightening. Despite knowing that Rio would be her partner, Agatha still wanted to go ahead with their plans to rut together? She wasn’t… put off at all, by the idea of rutting with an Alpha who was embarrassingly in love with her and pining over her during their college days?
Rio didn’t know what to feel or think. Her head felt very fuzzy. Part of her knew that it would likely be a bad call, to fuck the woman she used to have a crush on and then determinedly buried her feelings for. It would, after all, invite the possibility of those feelings returning, and Rio wasn’t sure she would know what to do if that happened, especially if she knew that Agatha was single, Alphas were now included in her dating pool, and she and Agatha were sexually compatible.
What she strongly understood, though, was that her body was raring to go. Her dick was imitating a rod of marble in her pants, and her inner wolf was snarling at her, demanding she shove Agatha up against her truck and kiss her senseless. Her cock jerked as the thought of her rubbing her erection up against Agatha’s; just the image of their two dicks slicked up by each other’s arousal and jabbing at each other’s cunts, as they tried to slide inside one another, had her wetting her underwear with pre-come and slick from her clenching pussy. Her wolf was panting and salivating hungrily.
She was startled out of her musings by her Ford automatically locking with a loud click next to her, the sound of it actually surprising her so much that she dropped her duffel bag onto the ground. Scrambling to pick it up, Rio ignored Agatha’s amused chuckle and pulled out her phone to check the time. Thirty minutes until their check-in time. And… well, she was already thinking about it as their, rather just hers, which meant she subconsciously had already made up her mind.
“Let’s go grab coffees and discuss it,” Rio suggested, resigned to her fate.
The Alpha rewarded her with a grin that was all teeth. “Fuck yeah.”
The cafe across the street from the health clinic was a little bit run down, the decor beige and boring, but it had decently priced coffee, which was advertised as being ground fresh on site. There were also some very powerful scent blocker diffusers plugged in, perfuming the air with artificial eucalyptus. That was likely due to the type of customers they received, with their proximity to the reproduction center; eucalyptus was a fairly neutral scent compared to the stench of pre-rut Alphas and pre-heat Omegas, and it protected Betas and pregnant Omegas from being overwhelmed with Alpha pheromones.
Agatha’s scent, however, was strong enough to be scented through the air fresheners - or maybe Rio could still smell it because her Alpha was obsessed with it to the point of craving it in her nostrils. The two Beta baristas behind the counter turned their heads away politely as if they could smell it too, though, so perhaps Agatha’s pre-rut scent was just that potent.
Rio slung her bag beneath the chair of a two-top tucked away in the corner of the cafe where they would have some privacy, returning to Agatha, who was perusing the drinks menu with a hum. She ordered a small mocha, munching on one of the free samples of the English shortbread they were offering.
She stared at Rio expectantly once she put in her own order for a cappuccino, which had the Alpha rolling her eyes and tapping her card to pay. That hadn’t changed, then. Agatha used to happily pay for everything for people - books, clothes, food - but the one thing she categorically refused to pay for was coffee. She’d never explained why. Rio had never asked her to, content to accept that it was one of her Agatha-isms, which she was endeared by.
As soon as they sat down, their coffees in hand, Agatha looked Rio directly in the eyes and declared in a serious voice, “I like to be penetrated.”
Rio choked on her cappuccino. What the fuck. Her nervous gaze flicked around the cafe, which, to her relief, was empty apart from the baristas, who were far enough away from them that they wouldn’t be able to eavesdrop. “Mierda, Agatha, you can’t just open with that.”
“Why not?” the Alpha said boldly. “It’s an important piece of information, especially when it comes to Alpha-Alpha sex. I like to bottom. Alphas have cunts too, and I like mine to be stuffed full of fingers or cock while there’s a hand milking my dick.”
“You’re - you’re being so crass. We’re in public,” Rio protested feebly. “People could be listening.” Not that were were many other people in the coffee shop to listen in.
“So? You think I care? If they eavesdrop and what we’re discussing makes them uncomfortable, that’s on them. I know what I want, and I want to get railed into next Sunday and personally introduced to God, who won’t be able to look me in the eye.” She leant forward, eyes flashing dangerously. “That doesn’t mean you should expect me to be submissive, by the way.”
“You’re dominant?” That… made sense. Agatha had a very assertive personality.
“A switch, but I’m an Alpha bitch, by both definitions. If you think that me enjoying an Alpha knot stretching out my pussy means that I’ll just roll over, show my belly, and spread my legs after a single growl, that would be a catastrophic mistake on your part. You want me to submit to you, you fucking fight for it. I may be femme, but don’t you dare follow in the footsteps of lesser Alphas by assuming that means delicate. I will sink my fangs into your throat if you treat me like it.”
Rio gulped. Okay, noted. She filed that away, while pretending that her cock didn’t just cream a little upon hearing Agatha’s low, gravelly, threatening voice, because the fear kink was new and she didn’t have time to unpack all that right now.
Alpha bitching wasn’t something she knew all that much about, but she understood the very basics. Alphas were always assumed to be tops in relationships with Omegas and Betas, but when it came to relationships with Alphas, one Alpha was, during penetrative sex, required to bottom; the top was the ‘stud’ and the bottom was the ‘bitch’.
Some bitched Alphas ended up pregnant - a rarity - or even ended up partially transitioning to Omegas, either naturally and gradually over time or by the use of synthetic hormones, starting to undergo heats instead of ruts. It was considered socially abnormal for an Alpha to prefer being a bitch, but Rio supposed that Agatha wasn’t a normal Alpha, and would likely scoff at the very idea of it. She probably enjoyed breaking the status quo and defying society’s stereotypes of female Alphas.
“I prefer my throat intact, so I will keep that in mind,” she replied, taking a sip of her coffee.
“Good, because it is very pretty and I would very much like to cover it in hickeys and bruises.”
Good God, Agatha was intense. “Look, I came into this anticipating that I would scrap a bit with my rut partner before the main event, and that assumption hasn’t changed, now I know it’s you. I don’t think you’re delicate. I remember how you sucker punched and tackled Strange in the middle of the quad the day before Spring break in freshman year. He’s twice the size of you, and you took him down easily.”
That arrogant asshole of an Alpha had been mouthing off about how Betas made no meaningful contribution to society - to his Beta girlfriend - and how Omegas were essentially breeding stock. To his misfortune, Agatha had overheard and decided he deserved a fist to his face for his remarks. Stephen ended up limping away with his tail between his legs, and all of the Omegas nearby - and Rio - had swooned as Agatha calmly cleaned the blood off her knuckles in the quad fountain and told a stunned Christina that she could do better.
Agatha smirked at her. “Did it turn you on?” she purred teasingly. She leaned on the table, causing it to shift back and forth under them due to a wobbly leg. “Did your boxers get all slick at the idea of me tackling you, Rio, in a different context? Perhaps into bed so I could bounce on your pretty cock? Does it turn you on now, to imagine pinning me down and using me like an Alpha fleshlight to fill to bursting with your cum?”
Puta madre.
Rio averted her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest as her desire flared, Agatha’s words acting like fresh tinder being thrown onto smouldering coals. Her cock kept twitching and throbbing, her knot already beginning to inflate slightly from all of the blood rushing to her crotch. Her gland was tingling, feeling itchy and irritated. Rio knew the only way it would stop hurting was if Agatha sank her teeth into it.
“Uh, so, could maybe just - just dial back on the dirty talk a bit until we get into the rut room?” she coughed.
“Is somebody struggling not to come already?” Agatha tutted, dragging her shoe up Rio’s calf beneath the coffee table. “Pants feeling a bit too tight around that tree trunk you’re dragging around?”
Although this conversation was mortifying and reminded Rio of exactly how flustered the Alpha used to make her feel with her brazen flirting during college, it was, at least, mentally preparing her for the horny feral cat she would have to wrangle later. “Agatha.”
She pouted and then sighed dramatically. “Okay, okay. Fine, no more dirty talk until we’re having sex.” She paused, lifting the teaspoon she had been swirling in her mocha to her mouth to clean it off with her tongue in a vulgar demonstration of what acrobatics it could do. “Which, you know, we could skip this whole getting-to-know-you conversation thing, given that we do know each other already, and just… get to the part of sharing our ruts where we fuck.”
“Should we not talk more first about what our plan is gonna be for when our ruts actually start? You know, discuss what we both are going to need for our Alphas to be satisfied and to get us through with as little discomfort as possible.” When Agatha merely rolled her eyes and made a rude gesture, shoving her forefinger into her closed fist repeatedly, Rio shook her head in exasperated amusement. “Dios mío, you’re just as immature as you were at twenty. And impatient.”
“No, I just know that I’m an incredible lay and you’re squirming around a kid with ADHD because you are that desperate to sink your dick into me,” Agatha commented dryly. “You really should be begging for the chance to top me, you know. I’m probably going to be the best bottom you’ve ever fucked. Really, anybody whom I choose to have sex with should be tripping over themselves to thank me for giving them the opportunity.”
“Wow, you’re so modest,” Rio deadpanned.
“Yes, I know, so how about we grab napkins and write down all that shit you said we need to talk about so we can exchange that information as quickly as possible and get to the bit where you give me orgasms?” Agatha pressed, fishing two pens out of her purse and slamming them down on the countertop.
Rio couldn’t argue with that. It was a good idea.
It was difficult to write on the cheap cafe napkins, which of all things were decorated with tiny joyful ducklings, but Rio managed to write down a list without tearing the paper up too badly with her ballpoint pen. She was red in the face the entire time, keeping her face bowed so that Agatha wouldn’t see her blushing like a schoolgirl.
To be honest, she wasn’t exactly sure what her Alpha would need throughout this rut, given that she hadn’t gone through one in a decade. She knew what she enjoyed - rough sex; scruffing, scratching, and marking; degradation mixed with praise; anal fingering - but there was a lot she hadn’t explored, as her suppressants had essentially obliterated her sex drive while she had been taking them.
Agatha, on the other hand, seemed to be constructing a fucking essay, even turning her napkin over at one point to write on the other side. She had her eyes narrowed and her tongue stuck out of the corner of her mouth slightly in concentration.
Several times, she raised her pen to her mouth to chew thoughtfully on the nib for a few seconds, before ducking down to write again. Seeing the Alpha’s lips wrapped around the end of the pen triggered heat to blossom in Rio’s lower abdomen as an image of her lips caressing something else popped into her head. She shook her head violently to try and dispel it, but it still lingered at the back of her mind, teasing her.
When Agatha slid the napkin over to her, leering, Rio looked down at it - and froze, staring, her brain error-ing out. Well… it was definitely detailed. And Agatha was certainly… adventurous.
Heat was flooding to her cheeks and also down lower, so that Rio tensed her ass muscles and shifted conspicuously to hide her boner as she read. Because Agatha had listed some very kinky shit, some of which were just straight-up BDSM kinks.
Her eyes caught on a couple of things: pre-sex fight for dominance; rough sex; breeding kink, creampies and cum inflation; double penetration; biting and throat clamping. That last one pulled a blank in her mind for a moment, but then eventually Rio realised in stunned fascination that Agatha was probably referring to the method of subduing that big predators used, where they pinned down their prey by using their jaw to clamp down on the prey animal’s throat until they stopped struggling because of lack of oxygen.
What Agatha wanted was something rough, raw, and primal. She needed an Alpha who would throw her around like a feral animal, so she could give in to her own base Alpha instincts and snarl and claw and fuck them. And it was too hot for words.
Rio’s rapid pulse was throbbing between her thighs, triggering her to squeeze them together uncomfortably. She wanted nothing more than to rip her dress off and eat Agatha out over this stupid cafe table. She tried to distract herself by gulping down coffee, not caring that it was hot enough to slightly burn her mouth and tongue.
“At this point, I actually can’t tell if that is your actual list or if you just added random stuff on there to try and frighten me,” Rio eventually said, folding the napkin over on itself and tucking it away in her bag, for her to examine again - and do some Googling - later.
Agatha pouted at her and asked, “Was it the watersports or the somnophilia that freaked you out? Are you kinkshaming me?”
“No, I wouldn’t kinkshame anybody,” Rio replied calmly. “There are just some things on your list that I wouldn’t be comfortable doing with someone my first time having sex with them, especially rutting when there’s already a lot more tension and energy. There would need to be a certain level of trust set up there first. I know that we already know each other, but we haven’t seen each other in seven years. So I’m okay with doing like, the bondage and the rough sex, if that’s what you need for your rut, but not the more extreme BDSM stuff.” She doesn’t need to explain to Agatha that part of her discomfort is that she’s never done any of that shit before.
Tilting her head, the Alpha eyed her shrewdly over the rim of her mug as she slurped at her mocha noisily. Rio felt as if she was being dissected under her pressing gaze. “Congratulations,” she declared. “You passed the test.”
Rio blinked, bemused. “Test?” What was Agatha talking about.
Agatha threw back the last dregs of her mocha, licking the droplets of chocolate coffee off her lips. She groped beneath the table until she grasped hold of Rio’s duffel bag strap, and pushed it out on the floor in front of her, as if she was preparing to leave. “Needed to make sure of your intentions and motivations for finding an anonymous rut partner. You’re not just looking for another Alpha to use as a punching bag to release your rut aggression. You actually give a shit about providing for your partner’s needs.”
She stared at Rio with an air of solemnity that was a complete and utter 180 from her flirty, cheeky attitude earlier - which Rio realised, suddenly, was part of Agatha’s test. She was checking to see if Rio could restrain herself, both in her frustration and desire as she was teased and provoked.
Agatha had been on the Knottd app for a while now, so much have had a couple of terrible experiences with Alphas looking for anonymous hook-ups because they were assholes who couldn’t find anybody else in their life to rut with. Those Alphas probably wanted the anonymity so they could get away with being more violent during their ruts.
Rio couldn’t even bring herself to be upset that Agatha had been testing her, even though they knew each other, because Rio could have changed a lot during those seven years they weren’t in contact with each other. She could never judge somebody, let alone Agatha, for wanting to ensure her own safety.
But Rio had to think of her own safety as well, given that they were going to be locked in a room together for the next few days. “I have some ground rules,” Rio said. “Five, in fact.”
Agatha tilted her head, chuffing. “Go on.”
Thankfully, Rio had memorized them at this point, because she imagined that Agatha would take the piss out of her if she’d whipped out something like a business card. “1. Clear consent and communication throughout; if one of us changes our mind mid-scene about what we’re doing, then we stop. 2. No photos or videos taken, of any kind, at any time. 3. No permanent marks - scratching is fine, biting is okay so long as it doesn’t break skin. 4. We maintain hygiene standards. That means we shower every morning and evening, we change the sheets every day, and we always pee after a session of sex.” Rio swallowed. “I imagine that we’re essentially going to have a week-long free use agreement?”
“We might as well, we’ll be fucking like rabbits,” Agatha said dryly.
“Then my last rule is that we need to have a safeword. We can use ‘red’, but I typically use ‘abort’.”
“I can agree to all of those,” Agatha replied, after a moment of processing. “I have one additional rule.”
“Okay?”
“No kissing.” Agatha shrugged. “This is casual sex. A rut hook-up out of necessity. No strings attached. Cuddling is fine; I think as Alphas rutting together, we’ll probably end up partially nesting as well. And kissing each other’s bodies is okay too. But kissing on the mouth complicates things, and I’m not looking for complicated. I’m looking for a rut partner, and that’s it.”
Rio enjoyed kissing. She liked kissing a lot, even in casual encounters. She personally didn’t see any harm in it. Yes, it was intimate, but she thought that it was fine so long as firm boundaries had been previously set. For Agatha, however, it appeared that she’d made up her mind: kissing was too far. Rio had spent months - no, years - imagining what it would be like to kiss Agatha. She’d dreamt about it, lost hours of her days daydreaming as well, but as soon as Wanda had bullied her way into the picture, those dreams had felt impossible to reach. And they still were.
“Alright. That’s all I want as well. Kissing is off limits.”
“So are we doing this or what?” Agatha questioned, her voice transforming into a salacious purr. “Because I can smell how fucking turned on you are for me, Rio. You want me. And I want you.”
Agatha wasn’t wrong - Rio was heavily aroused. Hearing the Alpha express her desire for her poured coal onto the low-burning, flicking flames of rut in her lower belly. She had wanted to hear those words for so long. Every single day for two years, before her heart was torn asunder. Her muscles tensed and body wired, she prompted in a husky voice, “How bad do you want me?”
“So bad, you have no idea.” Agatha bit her lip and stifled a moan as she dragged her fingertips over her chest, thumbing at her nipples, the small nubs hard and visible through her dress. And were those… fuck, those were nipple piercings. “I’m dripping for you right now. My cunt’s so fucking hungry for your cum. Do you wanna see?” Agatha murmured, pushing her chair back.
Rio found herself nodding eagerly. She expected Agatha to lunge for her hand and then drag her over to the WHRC, so they could escape into their room and strip naked to worship each other’s bodies as quickly as possible. Instead, she fell into a state of entranced shock when Agatha widened her legs and raised the front of her dress.
The Alpha did not seem to give a singular fuck that they were in public; her back was to the baristas, who thankfully were too busy cleaning their equipment to notice how she was exposing herself, plus there was a partition that blocked them from view. Fortunately, they were nowhere near the windows either.
Rio gulped and couldn’t resist cupping the bulge in her pants with a whimper, as Agatha revealed the pretty lilac lace panties she was wearing; they were damp with slick, which made her upper thighs appear wet and shiny. Agatha shifted forward slightly on her chair so that Rio got a tiny peek through the lace at her puffy, pink cunt.
Her cock was also placed on full display, and Rio’s mouth watered at the delicious sight. She would have taken a guess that Agatha’s dick was a little shorter than her own, maybe six inches - although not yet fully erect - but it was significantly thicker. Rio had no doubt that her knot, at the base of her cock, would be huge, at least the size of her fist.
Uncut, swollen, and leaking pre-cum, her pale foreskin had retracted back to reveal the rosy mushroom head of her length; it poked above the waistband of her panties, which were scarcely able to contain her thickness. She was magnificent. Rio wanted to wrap her lips around the tip and suckle so that all of that sweet, salty pre-cum could wash over her palate.
All too soon for her liking, Agatha released the fabric of her dress so that it drifted back down to cover herself. Rio blinked swiftly, clenching her jaw. She wanted to see more. She wanted to feel the weight of Agatha’s dick in her hand, on her face, on her tongue, on top of her own cock, rubbing against her. She wanted to see Agatha’s pussy without the lace hiding her silky folds and cute little pulsing hole, to see her lips stretched taut around Rio’s dick and oozing seed as she gasped out, fill me, Alpha, knot me.
Standing and picking up Rio’s duffel bag to sling it over her shoulder, Agatha headed for the exit. She peered back at Rio with hooded eyes, her pupils so dilated that they appeared black. “You coming?” she asked innocently.
In my pants.
Untouched.
Not until I’m inside of you.
For you, for you, for you, for you.
Snatching up her cappuccino, Rio drained it in seconds, in barely two gulps, placing the empty mug back on the table with a clatter. “Let’s go,” Rio answered raspily, her tone reminiscent of a growl.
Agatha grinned, flashing her fangs. “Good Alpha.”