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for bucky.

[ She should really be heading home.

It’s the same thought she’s been having for the past hour — everybody else had filed out long ago, the hour hand on the wall ticking past eight. The museum had been closed three hours past already; she was sure to hear it from her mother for being late again to supper. It was not like Daphne to be late anywhere, save for the acceptable tardiness when one was being fashionable, or giving the host time to freshen up.

But she likes her job, and she really doesn’t mind the tasks handed to her; she’s the youngest of the curators, after all, eager to prove her worth.

Even if not absorbed in her work, she would think anything of a creak, or a shuffling noise in the distance. Maintenance came in at night, and old buildings make all sorts of noises.

None of it registers, until she shoulders her purse and flicks the lights off. A rustle, followed by a thud. In the dim hallway, she casts her eyes over toward the open door to the director’s office.

Something stills her from moving forward, but she calls out anyways, because it’s nothing, naturally, just another weekday night — ]

I’m heading out now, Dr. Porter. I’ll see you in the morning.

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[ He says that, and she makes the choice to believe him.

In her feverish haze, her logical brain starts to give way to the animal. She pets his face, stubble beneath her fingers, and steps closer, raising herself up, close to his mouth. ]

Alpha? [ It’s a question. ]

Yes? What do you need from me.

( He hasn't been giving or kind in his life, he thinks, but it is different with this small omega that is scared and has heat rolling off her in waves. He has what can fix this if she trusts him. )

It hurts, [ she says and it sounds like she’s making confession. Her eyes clouded over, she can’t stop touching him, fingerpads wandering over his jaw, his throat. She whimpers aloud, then reaches for his cock wedged between them. ] Please. I need you.

( He pulls at her skirt and lets it fall to the ground, careful not to rip it. He rips her hose, however, in desperation to get to her and yanks her panties with them.

When she's finally naked, he drags two fingers of his right hand between her thighs and she's already slick, slick enough to take him. He brings them back to his mouth and sucks them clean before pulling her along with him to the back of the SUV. )

Lie down. We'll fit in here.

[ She chokes out a moan. In her right mind, Daphne would have objected. Those are — were expensive hosiery. But it’s nothing she can’t replace, and she doesn’t have a single care except to fill the void inside her, eating away at her, burning in her veins.

Her slick leaves a little trail as she scrambles into the back of the vehicle, onto her back, completely exposed to him. Alpha will take care of her, her instincts tell her. He has everything she needs. ]

( He contemplates just burying his face in her cunt first and tasting her right at the source while she writhes beneath him but she’s too sick with heat for that. Instead, he moves to cover her and presses into her, cock big enough to make her feel almost too tight to take him. This is what she needs. )

Just take what you need from me. I’m your Alpha, it’s why I’m here.

[ Without preamble, he slides home. The breath knocks out of her. It’s been a while, a year she thinks, but she’s so wet, she doesn’t expect it to sting quite so much. She moves a leg up anyways; he’s not entirely inside yet and she needs him to be. ]

More. I want all of you.

( He pushes in deeper, filling her to the hilt, and he knows it won’t take long for him to knot her. He doesn’t remember the last time he had a woman, much less an omega like this that seems too delicate for him. )

I’ll keep you safe. I won’t let anyone have you or hurt you. I can protect you.

[ She gasps when she takes him completely, to the very root, stress-palming at his back as she gets used to him, pressing her face to his shoulder. His words soothe.

Gently, she rocks up against him. ]

( As much as he wants to rut into her fast and hard, he keeps himself gentle instead. She is small and soft and he will break her beneath his hands if he isn't careful. He has to make sure that she's all right, that omega is safe and sound.

He offers his neck to her to scent it. He can get so much of her scent just from fucking her but she probably needs more of his than he can give her without her scenting him. )

[ Encouraged, she hunts along his shoulder and neck, nose finding and digging into his scent gland, pulling it in gulping breaths. She hasn’t been fucked in ages, though, and as good as it feels it, she quickly learns it isn’t enough. She does not want him to be gentle, and shows him so, pressing at his hips and ass insistently, trying to hurry his thrusting. ]

( She does not want it gentle. He had assumed she would, being so small and so frightened, but with her encouragement he presses into her even deeper and pulls her legs up around his waist to change the angle. He has brutal strength even when he is trying to hold back and he knows her thighs will be bruised with his fingertips when they are done; he will tend to her afterward. )

[ Maybe she doesn’t know what she’s getting herself into, but that’s alright. Her legs wrap around his waist, fingers holding onto his back to brace herself, and then he begins to really fuck her, hard, fast, hips snapping into hers in a frenzy. Her cries of unfiltered joy punctuate every thrust, lacquered nails biting into his skin. ]

( She cannot hurt him, not really, but the scratch of her nails on his back feels good and he lets out a low moan and really pushes then, punishing almost with how hard he's using her. He knows it's better for her this way but in a way, he feels selfish. )

[ He is a man of violence, and she has not one violent bone in her body, but she is no shrinking violet. His brutality grounds her, her body accepting it readily; she moves to nip at his earlobe, moaning in unison with him, hers growing in volume as her climax looms. ]

( He can smell that she's close and he bites down on her neck, wanting to mark her. Some part of him knows to avoid her scent gland and not make it a mating bite but it's a mark of ownership nonetheless. His knot catches before he's even close to finishing and he's no less rough after it does. )

[ His teeth burrow in her neck, his knot expands, and that’s all the permission she needs to come, violently and breathlessly beneath him, overtaken by bliss. ]

( She comes around his knot and he cannot help himself - he bites her scent gland and mates her. He's only Alpha now and there is no other instinct. )

[ The scent of blood flowers in the air, ripe jasmine. Daphne does not know what happens in the moments that follow the bite. It’s all a blur; she might have passed out, coming so hard, and trembles beneath him when she comes to, clammy but content. ]

( When he finishes, he realizes what he has done and he is pleased with himself; now he can protect her forever and no one will question his right to do it. She smells pleased and looks pleased so his Alpha is preening.

He shifts a little to balance his weight more on his arms so he isn't crushing her. )

Mine now.

[ She looks like she’s been ravished, which is exactly it, a sheen of sweat on her face and chest that makes her glow, radiating in her joy. She’s usually content after she comes; this has only been heightened in her omega state, knotted and drinking up his seed.

He hasn’t kissed her yet and her omega is too shy to initiate things, but she turns her head to nuzzle against his arm. ] Yours.

( He doesn't think he's ever kissed anyone or had a woman and certainly not bonded a mate. He doesn't remember. He doesn't know. Some things just come to him in snatches that he thinks are memories and then they are all wiped clean and smooth again.

He's shy about kissing her too but his instincts have him trying to initiate it anyway, lips brushing against her hair. )

I have nothing that is mine. I don't even have a name.

[ She peers up at him with sleepy eyes, a milk drunk kitten. His knot has calmed her, relaxed her completely and somewhat addled her brain. She’s still mostly omega, not Daphne, but her higher brain functioning assumes he’s being metaphorical. ]

You’re Alpha, [ she reminds him, sweetly. ] What else do you want to be called?

( He smiles at being called Alpha because that, at least, is an identity he can cling to. When she asks him what he wants to be called, he looks away a little. )

I have no name. They call me zimniy soldat.

[ His smile is a pretty thing, and her heart leaps, omega giddy. That smile was for her. She reaches to trace his mouth.

Her brown furrows. It sounds Eastern. ]

I don’t understand. What does it mean?

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