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[ 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 lets her be for a moment and then pulls off his glove so she can scent him better than she can just now. She would feel better if she scented his neck or if she let him take care of her with his knot but this will do for now. )

I can help. I want to help.

[ His skin smells of warmth and balsam firs and tomes, heavy books with dusty covers that must be carefully handled. The animal takes over, rubbing her forehead against his wrist, sliding his palm over her damp cheek. She’s scared, but she knows to do this. ]

Am I dying? Will I?

No. You need an alpha. You need a knot.

( He says it firmly but not unkindly. He wraps his titanium arm around her and pulls her closer, tilting his head so she can rise on her toes and scent his neck instead where the scent is stronger. )

I won’t let anyone hurt you.

[ She should be terrified of him. She should be screaming. He threatened to kill her. He kidnapped her.

She isn’t.

The heat is overwhelming. This is heat, it dawns on her. She’s in a medical emergency. She won’t die, not unless she doesn’t get knotted, and soon. Her omega knows this. It screams inside.

She burrows her face into his neck, sucking in mouthfuls of his scent to settle her stomach and anxiety. She doesn’t realize she’s started to lick at the skin, but his sweat is on her tongue and her fingers are scrabbling at his armor. ]

( The backseat of the SUV can be taken out for cargo hauling and so he lets her scent him a little more before pulling away to do just that, setting it on the ground with ease. His strength is more than enough to push this vehicle over entirely, actually, but he has to be gentle with her. She needs gentle.

He never takes off his mask during a mission because his face can never be captured on a camera but he does it now, setting it aside before starting to work on his armor. )

[ She fills her lungs with the smell of the early morning, watching as he methodically dismantles the backseat. She wouldn’t have thought to do that.

His mask lifts. The only thing she’d been able to discern beyond it was his eyes, and the limp dark hair. He’s disarmingly angelic beneath; she couldn’t tell you what she was picturing he looked like — grotesquely disfigured, maybe - but it’s not this. The full mouth, the dimpled chin.

She stares outright now, knees weak with lust. What was she doing? She begins to shuck her clothes, her vest falling to the ground without care, fingering open the buttons on her blouse. ]

( His stripping is more mechanical, more out of efficiency than anything else. Nothing he does is inefficient, especially not his kills, and taking a hostage is far beyond his usual routine.

He couldn't leave her behind. Not smelling like this. Nor could he end her life, knowing that she was young and ripe and alphas are meant to protect and not harm. After he's finished, he crosses to her and puts his hand in her hair, petting it lightly. She soothes him even if he knows she can't exactly be soothed right now. )

[ He is all muscle and width, wider than a car door. She can’t look away. Slick leaks onto her thighs. She’s so aroused it hurts.

She lets out a mewl of desire at the sight of his cock, tangibly in need. Her bra falls to the wayside. Her pencil skirt is still in the way, as well as her pantyhose, but she thinks that is little issue. She reaches forward, hands coming up to touch his face in kind. ]

( She touches his face and he turns into the touch. He does not remember the last time someone touched him in gentleness and not pain and he wants to soak it in before he has to go back to them. He reaches forward and undoes the zip on her skirt with one hand. )

I promise I won't hurt you. I want to help.

[ 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. )

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