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the first thing she thought was that she won, and that she was too spiked up on adrenaline to really process exactly what just happened.
her holding a championship belt—a world championship belt, she should have added—was one of the more surreal things for her that weekend. as attention-grabbing as it was for her, she could barely remember all of the events that transpired after. she could recall posing for the photos with the championship for social media and the website, but she couldn’t remember explicitly doing it; she recalled her mouth moving as she answered the questions in the post-show, but she didn’t think that she actually did that. the words sounded like hers, but she didn’t think it was her mouth that was moving.
wrestlemania weekend, no matter how exhilarating it was, always tended to leave her overstimulated in the bad way. she couldn’t keep track of how everything was going, even if she was certain that she was the one performing the motions. she remembered being in the audience for the second night, flexing the championship belt on her shoulder and smiling with that high fashion beam. the moment the camera pivoted to other things, she allowed that ironed grin to falter just enough, even if she couldn’t completely shut it down. she did her job well. after all, so much of wrestling to her was performing, and at the very least, she could perform attentiveness and wonder. her mind continued its cocooning while she allowed herself to continue watching the main event, even as she gasped on cue when the announce desk broke or at the false pin.
in some twisted way, she could feel herself grounding back reality as they watched the match. roman was the person she could easily track, because she was absolutely abysmal at avoiding his gaze. he was magnetic in the way that only somebody who was the main event of wrestlemania for the 11th consecutive time could be. he felt larger in life, elusive, and rightfully so. they hadn’t spoken, but she knew that her admiration of him wasn’t a well-concealed secret among the roster. she was only fortunate that nobody ever made it clear to him. not that that mattered, since roman was part-time anyways. she was certain he wasn’t even aware of her existence. that was fine with her—at least then, she wouldn’t be able to embarrass herself in front of him.
she did come to the realization that the match was veering towards the end sooner than she would have wanted it to. apparently, a thirty-minute match would not help her get back into herself; she considered that a bit foolish of her. she found security escorting her to gorilla again for more press photos now that they had all of their crowned champions for the weekend. she shook hands with everyone, smiled graciously, and posed. the only thing she hadn’t anticipated was pr telling her to stand next to roman for the photo of the new champions for monday night raw.
at first, she made an attempt to stand a respectable distance from him, enough to portray as close. “get closer,” she heard someone say. her eyes, wide and dazed, wasn’t sure if she caught that correctly. before she could react, though, his hand (an admittedly large hand she definitely hadn’t fantasized about several times in an attempt to get off after watching his title matches), tugged her by the waist, placing her right by his side. both of them raised their belts high, staring down the camera with precision and no shortage of cockiness. at least, she attempted to emulate that.
the first thing she registered was that he smelled good, even through all the sweat and exhaustion. she deciphered notes of sandalwood and something that was distinctly roman reigns. the other thing she could process was how warm he was compared to her cold skin. “overwhelming, isn’t it?” he murmured through the static of her mind and the shutter of the camera.
her answer didn’t feel as automatic as perhaps it should have been, her voice foreign to her own ears when she responded, “how do you ever get used to it?”
even when all of the press shoots were done, he kept his hand on her waist, helping the two of them make their way to the dressing rooms. he answered as they walked, “you just do. take the loud with the quiet—it gets easier over time.”
she didn’t know if she could believe him. the entire weekend wasn’t even really loud anymore, now veering into overload as he dropped her off at her room, which granted barely enough privacy to take a moment to breathe before more celebrations began.
she knew that a few glasses of champagne slid down her throat a few times throughout the evening, but not enough to warrant being any way incapacitated through alcohol. she knew that she shook her head and said something about excitement and gratitude for being given the opportunity. she knew that she was smiling. yet, she couldn’t really register that the alcohol was going down her throat, that it was her head moving, that it was her muscles contorting into that beam, that it was her feet guiding her towards the corner. she wasn’t sure if she could properly breathe, even though she rationally understood that her body was able to breathe on its own, and could handle it just fine.
“you look like you’re five seconds from tapping out to an anaconda vice,” a voice dryly remarked. naturally, she turned her head up towards the direction of the voice’s owner. she most likely couldn’t keep the shock off her face when her brain finally managed to process (however slowly) the present visual and auditory stimuli that roman reigns was addressing her. but, this time, of his own volition.
she technically felt more than properly realized that his expression shifted from amiability towards concern—more specifically, that it was her fault. her breath hitched, pondering if she did anything wrong. did she not answer fast enough? did her smile seem too off? or worse: did she make it too obvious she was into him? the hypotheticals had her lungs struggling for air. not that she could entirely register it, because one moment, she was in the corner of the room with the otc, and the next moment, he had his hand on her waist, escorting them both out to the elevator.
“let’s get you some air,” he murmured, keeping his voice that unwavering baritone as he closed the elevator door, forcibly shutting the door before anyone else could enter and overwhelm her further. once the doors closed, he cautiously pulled her in, strong arms caging her into him. his voice broke through the fog, “it’s alright. deep breath in for me, yeah?”
her lungs followed, matching his pace as the elevator rode all the way down to the resort’s car garage. every instance the elevator door opened and stopped at a floor, roman immediately pressed it shut, ensuring total privacy and external insulation for her with every shiver she gave. each descending floor granted her another breath to return to herself.
by the time the elevator reached the intended destination, she felt mostly back. she regained enough clarity to realize that she was in a parking garage, following roman reigns to his car, an admittedly nice one. her steps began trailing behind his, hesitant while he guided her to the passenger seat, opening it for her to slip into. the moment he shut the door and joined her in the driver’s seat, she closed her eyes, shuddering an exhale so large, as if she was atlas and the belt was the entire planet on her shoulder.
“fuck,” she whispered, “i’m sorry you had to leave the party ‘cause of me.”
he extended his hand, leaving his palm up for her to take if she wished. she took it, allowing his hand to dwarf hers. “don’t apologize,” he said, unrepentant about affixing that heavy gaze on her erratically panting chest, “first one’s always the one that hits the hardest.”
“didn’t want to take you from the party though,” she murmured in apology, shuffling awkwardly in her seat to evade enough of the heat of his eyes. “you deserve to celebrate.”
“got my celebration right here, babygirl.” his free hand brushed her cheek, gently tugging her face up. she couldn’t avoid the sensation of heat on her face. her eyes frantically flitted anywhere but him, though he seemed to know what she was attempting to do in the first place, because he leaned in enough to rest his forehead against hers. roman’s tone took on a more impish foundation as he mused, “you’re cute when you’re trying to be subtle.”
“i’m sorry,” she squeaked out again, “it’s unprofessional, and i know it’s probably creepy for a twenty-something to be having a crush on you. i promise i’m not a stalker or anything like that.”
roman tilted his head forward enough to rub his nose against hers, lips curled into an amused smile. “now, who said anything about stalking?” her eyes bolted wide open to that, pulling away to make some sense of his mirthful eyes.
“i mean, it’s weird, ain’t it?” she mumbled, “you’re like…a superstar. i didn’t wanna make it weird for you ‘cause you’re not always here. i didn’t wanna make it unpleasant or uncomfortable for you every time you came back.”
roman chuckled, breath fanning against her lips and retorting, “trust me, angel, i wasn’t ever uncomfortable with you staring at me.” he didn’t have to say much else then, his insistence enough for her to brush her lips against his for a tentative peck. roman deepened it, shifting his hands to tug her closer past the console.
“fuck,” she moaned against his lips, fingers brushing his beard firmly. she leaned further over the console, shifting herself on the passenger seat to rest more of her upper body against his.
he groaned, amused still, yet more fond as they continued to make out, “sweet thing, aren’t you? all soft and needy from some kissing?” her cheeks flared, though she didn’t deny it when she kissed him again, squeaking when he forcibly maneuvered over the console functioning as a barrier.
her mind blanked out from being shifted however awkwardly from the passenger seat to be on roman’s lap—at least she figured this time it was from something pleasant rather than dissociation. she squeaked as he pressed her form up against his, allowing him to take all of her weight while she straddled his hips. “fuck, you’re adorable,” he cooed against her lips.
“thank you, sir,” she responded, voice growing shriller as she realized what she just said and what she just called him. for all of her troubles, she earned a deep-bellied rumble that let her know that she probably didn’t have to stop calling him that. if anything, he was turned on, if the growing bulge pressing into her clothed heat was any indication.
“call me that again, babygirl,” he growled against her mouth, the same way he did when he demanded acknowledgement.
“yes, sir,” she repeated, earning a heavy spank on her ass, “fuck!”
roman swallowed her sounds with a guttural groan, pressing her closer. his other hand came to cup her sex through her panties, shifting the skirt of her dress up to give him better access. naturally, she ground down on it, rocking back and forth against the weight and heat of his palm. “such a good girl for me, aren’t you?” he breathed into her ear, allowing her to move her own hand down to fully grasp just how hard he was at the sight of her. she nodded, skin gently flushed from want and his attention.
tentatively, she palmed him, applying just enough pressure to not seem shy, but not being overzealous and presumptuous about how much pressure he would maybe like or want. roman responded beautifully to her touch, groaning especially husky when her finger rubbed the tip of his length, swirling the budding beads of precum around. his own hand shifted so that he could slip right through her panties; her own arousal coated his fingers in an unabashed, honeyed gloss. “sorry,” she mumbled, though she only sounded semi-repentant.
roman smirked against her skin, wetly smacking her pussy; she could only squeeze his dick harder for that. “cheeky little thing, aren’t you?” he mused mirthfully, spanking her again, “but, i can’t blame you, can i? that’s how you got that championship.”
there was a part of her that lit up embarrassingly at the mere prospect that roman reigns watched her championship match, however short it was. when she mustered more courage to look up and gauge his reaction, she could only see pride reflected in his gaze, but also an awareness that he knew she wasn’t expecting it. “of course i watched, baby,” he chided fondly, kissing her forehead and then her pout away, “wanted to see you win your first world championship—the first of many. now, up you get, ‘cause i want you sitting on my cock.”
sue her. she was eager, exuberantly eager while she shifted her hips, allowing him to remove her panties. her own fingers worked to quickly undo his pants, pushing them and his undergarments far down enough to unsheath his length. she adjusted so that his tip brushed her slit, whining pleasurably every time the mushroomed head brushed her sensitive clit. “shit,” she whispered, overstimulated, “how are you gonna fit, you’re so fucking big?”
“don’t worry, baby.” his voice was cocksure, self-assured the only way a multi-time world champion and someone completely aware of his looks and its effect on other people. he nearly knocked the breath from her lungs with his cocky smirk as he promised, “i’ll make it fit.”
in one fluid motion, he effortlessly transitioned to slipping the tip inside her gummy walls, engendering a broken moan past her lips, arguably loud enough to shatter his eardrum. roman didn’t seem to care as he gripped her hips firmly, gravity taking over to have her impaling herself onto his dick. “holy fuck,” she gasped. her lips furled into a needy pout, one roman indulged with a searing kiss to her lips, enough of a distraction for the overwhelm that was just him filling her. she shivered and pulsed when she realized that he wasn’t even entirely in yet. that caused roman to groan, an animalistic sound that sent shivers down her spine.
“such a good girl,” he growled into her mouth. his tongue swiped the roof of her mouth, absorbing her squirming and pants with relish. roman’s other hand wandered down to rub tight circles at her needy clit. naturally, her walls spasmed; naturally, he reacted accordingly by spanking her with his heavy hand. it resonated within the metal confines of the car, and her own noises immediately followed suit.
“sir, please,” her voice was wrecked, as it only could be, but still, there was a dreaminess that roman found endearing as he set the pace for her—slow, but thorough. insistent, though not forceful. he only lifted her off half of his length, keeping her full at all times. roman kept his lips on her, anywhere and everywhere he could reach. his hand continued their marking endeavors, heating her ass in rhythm with his hips.
he sounded smug as he wondered, “yeah, baby? ‘please’ what?”
her breath faltered, fingers curling to undo the neatly tied bun of his mane, raking her nails through his illustrious mane. she didn’t yank. he seemed to appreciate that she only tugged with minimal pressure. he smiled against her lips, rewarding her with a steeper bounce, pulling out so only his tip remained before impaling her again and again. any time she attempted to formulate a comprehensible word, he swallowed it with a heady kiss and smack to her asscheek, which made her forget what she wanted to say in the first place.
not that she had much he could parse to begin with other than saying “please” and “sir” like they were the only two words remaining in her lexicon. even then, she wasn’t able to even manage a syllable that simple. that was how he seemed to prefer it based on the thorough thrusts of his hips against hers.
he groaned in her mouth just right when she tugged his tresses again, twice in quick succession and one longer tug. she wasn’t sure if she could explain to him if she was close with how he kept subsuming her mewls and starts of words into his groans and grunts. at this point, she wasn’t sure if she could call what they were doing really kissing so much as a mashing of tongue and teeth. she figured he could tell she was reaching the edge to her climax through the fervent way her walls pulsed around him like a butterfly struggling to escape its cocoon.
“close, aren’t you, babygirl?” he chuckled, her nods rapid and messy. she gripped his hair firmer, more demanding now that she teetered on that edge of release.
she begged, eyes welling with unshed tears from overstimulation, “p-please, sir! wanna cum!” her lungs gasped for oxygen when he delivered on her request, transitioning into thrusting more calculatedly, angling right up at the spot that had her seeing stars.
“right there, baby?” he murmured, repeating that particular thrust. her frame vibrated atop his lap as her climax washed over in unceremonious, reckless fashion. she wailed, throat ripping itself out from the weight of her scream. roman didn’t take that much more to follow after her, spilling those pearlescent ribbons deep inside her cunt with a deep roar briefly reminiscent of the ones preluding his spear. “fuck, you’re such a good girl,” he praised heavily, “sweetest fucking pussy for me.”
he continued thrusting through the aftershocks, arms firmly locked around her while she vibrated in his arms. “i got you, honey,” roman promised, kissing the side of her head while he tempered his pistoning down. he kept her on his lap, letting her tug on his hair enough to anchor her to this plane of existence. her breath fanned against his lips as she stole a kiss from him. he didn’t say much other than repeating his promise, forcing her lungs to follow his cadence until she could do it on her own.
when she did recover, she whispered, “sir,” her voice cracked at the edges from practically screaming herself hoarse.
“you did so good for me, baby. i’m so proud of you.” he punctuated his praise with a kiss to her hairline, not minding the sweat pearling there from exertion. from how he looked at her, how he sounded, she knew he meant it. she smiled, the first one she could feel from the past two days—she knew his pride went beyond her performance on his lap and extended to the two belts stacked atop one another in the backseat.
“thank you,” she responded with a shy heat to her cheeks. her hand moved away from his hair, resting on his heart while her fingers twirled some strands of his hair. roman smiled, one of the softer ones he reserved for his family, mainly. she flushed at the honor of being one of its recipients.
she gasped when he shifted just enough to start the car, accidentally shifting her hips to roll just right against his own. he groaned, sending her a raised eyebrow and barely contained mirth in his eyes. she shrugged, semi-apologetic. roman merely adjusted her positioning so they were both more comfortable as he started reversing out of the parking space and out into the vibrant vegas streets.
“you’re crazy,” she murmured, breathless as she glimpsed outside the window, allowing the oversaturated nightlife to consume her vision while he drove them both back to the hotel.
“yeah, well,” roman responded with the assurance of a champion, of being her champion, “i’m the tribal chief.” he said it like it was simple.
maybe it was to him. her thoughts, naturally, swirled around to the aftermath and to what monday would bring. New challengers, new threats, the inevitable paranoia—she wasn’t sure where she would stand as the weight of the belt grew more prominent on her shoulder, the responsibility chipping at the wide-eyed woman who only ever dreamt of carrying something as prestigious as the women's world championship. as if that wasn’t enough, her mind fabricated worst-case hypotheticals about their nebulous relationship given her feelings and how roman reciprocated, apparently. she wouldn’t be able to look at him without thinking of the mindblowing and grounding sex they had after wrestlemania. She didn’t factor that he would be there more frequently now, either. She could easily visualize the inevitable wetness growing at every instance. To make matters worse, she wasn’t sure what he wanted beyond just the celebratory sex, on the minuscule chance he would change his mind. or—worse—if he only did it out of pity.
before she could fret herself into the next century, roman cut her spiral short with a firm remark, eyes focused on the road, “don’t worry about tomorrow, baby.” at the red light, he tilted her chin towards him with a thumb and index finger. “just focus on me, alright? i got you. i promise. i’m not going anywhere.”
it suddenly struck her that he perhaps meant it beyond just trying to tether her back into her own body at this point, even if that intention still stood. her eyes peered up at his features as he returned to focusing on the road, applying gradual acceleration on the pedal as the car continued along the route. she parsed the relaxation in his posture, paired with the understated confidence that things would work out in their favor. her eyes flitted back to the two belts, resting like a perfect match, a picturesque display of harmony.
shifting just a little more, she rested her head along his heart, listening to his heartbeat while her own rammed at full throttle in anticipation of what the future brought her. starting with, naturally, the growing hardness still inside her.
genre ⇢ angst . some fluff somewhere
word count ⇢ 4.03k
content warnings ⇢ discussions of infertility/sterility . references to toxic behavior . discussions of mental health (anxiety, agoraphobia) . omegaverse! au . mafia! au . social hierarchies
inspiration ⇢ lychees . strawberry gatorade . creamy chicken noodle soup
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songs ⇢ “nightmare” by polyphia (x)
read also ⇢ strawberry matcha (x)
trying to get kai to leave their room, roman had concluded after several months, felt like pulling teeth. not through any fault of kai, but really, because of kai’s nerves and whatever the fuck jey did to damage them.
if roman wasn’t as focused as he was on trying to make his new packmate feel welcome, he wouldn’t have caught it, because it was subtle, creeping in like moss on stone. kai already struggled with wanting to leave the house, their breath hitching in uneven pants and fingers tremoring like falling snow. and over time, that anxiety narrowed the amount of safe spaces to the second floor of the estate, and then it was only a few rooms. and now, it was merely their bedroom, a minimalist that went beyond a monastic way of living. roman only ever saw it once. his heart cracked some at the realization of the implications.
“kai, please,” he prodded, keeping his voice gentle as he pressed his forehead against the door, trying to tell them to breathe when he heard them hyperventilate, “in for four, hold for four, out for four. can you do that for me?” he exaggerated his breathing for them to try and mimic, as well, to no avail.
those panic attacks were parasitic now, stealing every ounce of what little normalcy kai had wanted to establish for themselves. it could have started anywhere, nowadays, though they tended to have a source. jey’s snide passive-aggression that manifested as if he was a child throwing a tantrum. and, more recently, eating all of kai’s chicken noodle soup that they labelled was their portion and didn’t want anyone touching.
to make matters worse was the others’ lack of intervention. roman couldn’t entirely blame them, though he could certainly understand the justification behind evie and jimmy’s seeming enabling, as much as they liked kai (or at least, jimmy liked kai—evie was another problem). he caught on to more of jey’s tantrums than he would tell them, all of them revolving around some form of jealousy or the other, whether it was about kai’s membership in the pack or his irrationality that kai would usurp the twins’ function within it. and it was certainly more of a problem when kai got into a fight with evelyn about the matter the last time they left their room, given the central point of the argument was evie’s enabling of jey’s worst tendencies based on the principle of attraction, according to pauls’ description.
which led roman back to here, back to kai. his eyes closed as he pressed his forehead against the door, trying to see if he could hear anything from them as their breathing slowed to an eerie halt. “kai?” he nudged, rapping his knuckles on the door to garner a response. he repeated it when he received utter silence. the foreboding type rather than kai’s brand of it—the one that held the weight of a million thoughts and careful consideration on how to articulate those thoughts. he concealed the alarm he felt in his chest when he rattled the locked door, knocking turning into banging now as the silence dragged on beyond even solo’s longest durations of them.
“kai, i’m going to break the door,” roman warned, desperation edging his tone as he applied enough force to breach past the lock without smashing the door in half. his form crumpled at the sight of them on the floor.
when he squatted down to check their temperature, his heart accelerated when he saw how feverish their skin was to the touch, the whimpers of pain erupting low from their chest. “baby?” he asked, attempting to triage the situation, eyes widening, “are you in heat?”
he didn’t expect a response, not exactly from the sounds of pain they were eliciting, though based on their staggered nodding, though he stopped for a moment to consider the peculiar timing of it, given kai’s militant suppressant regimen leading to essentially nonexistent heats. the further he thought back, the quicker it clicked for him. stress heat—a jey-induced stress heat.
“oh, honey,” he said, a hand coming to stroke their hair as he attempted deciphering how to handle the situation, “i’m gonna get you onto the bed, alright?” effortlessly lifting them into his arms as he set them on their bed, grabbing a weighted blanket to drape over their form while he haphazardly created a nest around them so that they could have at least some form of comfort. “this look good?” he checked in, though he knew it was futile with their lack of sound. yet, they nodded, as if they were satisfied with anything due to a lack of understanding about nests.
he tended to forget that—the world saw them as inferior because of their genetics, and that bit of their genetics meant that people never treated them as an omega, so they were denied the bare minimum of omega needs. he tried not to dwell on that for too long, not when kai needed him to be present. he loathed that part of himself, the alpha that felt like he had the right to care for an omega that might not want him to, given they were reduced to a mere puddle of nonverbal pain.
still, roman made an earnest effort, each movement deliberate as he leaned down to ask, “can i scent you, baby? would that help, maybe?” he nosed at the scent patch right at their carotid, careful to not pull that incriminating piece of fabric that amplified their pain, even more so because of it being a stress heat. kai’s head weighed down against his arm in an awkward slump, the only indication they were lucid enough to hear and allow him to do so. so, he did, running his wrist along their patched glands, the warm citrus and saline of his scent permeating deep enough into their skin. their noises were barely audible, but the transition was prominent enough that roman knew the pain was abating, however little.
his voice emerged with trepidation, “do you wanna take your scent patches off?” he would have pried harder if they didn’t growl so gutturally, like they were going to bite his hand off for even suggesting it. roman knew it would make their current predicament worse; however, he couldn’t allow himself to waffle and dither between their comfort and tradition. so, they remained, much to his chagrin. it would have been selfish of him to want to remove them, the underlying curiosity about their natural scent.
if roman could perhaps properly pin the moment things went so awry with the pack, it would be the moment, or gradual realization, that kai wouldn’t remove their scent patches. jey, naturally, took it as an insult, because he interpreted it as them having one foot in, one foot out of the pack. it wasn’t the case, but jey took it upon himself to fulfill that prophecy. roman tried not to loathe himself for not being a better pack leader, for assuming kai would adjust the way evelyn did, for not stopping jey’s hostility and evie and jimmy’s enabling, because the person they adored and loved was kai’s monster.
roman would like to have prided himself on being a good pack leader, on being able to intuit what they needed or the rationale behind their logic, but kai had always been hard to decipher. he understood their patching wasn’t from an inherent mistrust, given they wore them when roman first met them. he never knew a moment the omega didn’t have a patch on. and despite his nosiness, he just wanted to figure out how to make kai feel less like they were going to get kicked out from the pack. he supposed if there was any time to try, it would be now, when they were at their most vulnerable, their most omega-like.
he chided the alpha in him for the grossness of that train of thought, internally recoiling at that primitive, perverse, predatory fantasy.
“do you want me to stay, honey?” he offered, “or would you prefer me to go?” roman thought it felt like taming a feral animal, not unlike the first time they met when the judgment day (really, finn, he supposed) kicked them out to fend for themselves. and if he could give them anything, he would give them at least time to let some of their paralyzed mind process what it—and kai—needed to get through this heat. “take your time,” he assured, “i’m not going anywhere.”
kai did take their time. eons of it, which was an exercise in restraint and patience for the alpha. during that time, he did his best to ignore the primal desire to fuck them outright, the desire to pin them on their bed and ravage them until they cried in a pleasurable way. they looked adorable, if he could even use that word to describe someone as statuesque (physically and emotionally) as them. in any case, they took so much time deciding that roman got himself arguably too comfortable in their makeshift nest. perhaps that was the point, he considered. he expected verbal confirmation at every turn the way he knew evie did with the twins.
he had to learn to really read between the lines with kai. the learning curve felt more imposing than the actual execution. he supposed he was overthinking it, the way they always managed to make him do. that stoic shell forced him to reconsider practically every decision involving them, when it should have been effortless and straightforward, like he was. he could barely stand it in those moments.
roman sobered immediately realizing this was what kai has experienced not solely during this stress heat, but for the past months since bringing them home. all he could do was pull them closer, scent them when they whimpered too distressedly, press his lips to their head, and attempt to get them to drink any sort of electrolyte drink or coconut water. he adjusted his approach, translating their pained body language into tangible, rectifiable needs. roman’s alpha flowered in its chest when he was able to convert a measly 20% of those growls and groans into preens and purrs going into the third day. the more rational side of him felt the despair that 20% was an accomplishment—he wanted more coverage over that time span. roman persisted anyway, masking the grim perspective with one focused on kai’s care.
by the third day, he felt more confident in increasing that percentage to a rough 27. it was an improvement, no matter how shitty it was to roman that they knew too much pain. he wasn’t sure if there was a difference at all, but every time he attempted to leave, to handle business, he couldn’t. not even just because kai lied fully on his chest, but he felt incapable of walking away.
it wasn’t pity—at least, he tried not to interpret it as pity. if he remembered accurately, he first met them outside the amethyst as they experienced the aftershock of a fight in the club and the onset of what he realized in hindsight to be a stress heat. he learned later from solo that the fight was kai getting ousted from their old pack/gang.
perhaps, he pondered, the similarity in circumstances caused the increased severity in their stress heat this iteration. he didn’t like to think about it, if only because that marked the start of the current problem. they didn’t speak much then, either, but they came with him after he promised to take care of them.
roman couldn’t help thinking he had been failing in that regard lately. as much as he wanted to place some proportion of blame onto them for not being able to better communicate their needs and issues, he understood that it wouldn't be fair to them if any attempt to reach out resulted in harsh shutdowns. a wry grin emerged in his head when he considered that jey disincentivized kai from seeking help from what was supposed to be their new pack.
he considered if he should have blamed himself for contributing to some level of the enabling for jey’s idiosyncratic behavior. yet, he at least attempted to be earnest in his care, wanting to separate his guilt from kai’s needs, a herculean task that required the utmost of his intention and patience.
to the matter at hand, the 27% still meant something, even if all they needed was predominantly physical affection and hydration. roman found it endearing that kai exhibited some minor traits of omegas in heat as the days progressed, if only for his selfish comfort levels. they only liked the strawberry flavored electrolyte beverage—which happened to be the most elusive of all the flavors, apparently—and they would practically burst into tears and more pain at the times they weren’t able to have it. it was the first instance that roman could note that kai was uncompromising in, which meant solo texted him every time he was at a new convenience store or gas station with a status update on whether or not he could find it. the moment he did, he told the younger alpha to purchase the entire supply so that they could have it at their disposal during the remainder of their stress heat.
kai, roman also learned, also liked resting with their blankets in a proper stack, and deviations from that stack would cause them to tremor, tears of frustration seep into their pillows. he didn’t make an attempt to get them to leave their makeshift nest. he also helped them shower, their personal sentiments about personal hygiene overweighing that of comfort.
he helped them. it was somewhat inevitable given their shaky knees. he asked if they were alright with it several times when they were more lucid. however, he still loathed himself, and how his body reacted when their body was bare in front of him so he could help them bathe. kai perplexed him in that way, not because they were the type of omega that they were. roman was certain they would be as particular during their heats if they were a normal, societally acceptable omega (not that that mattered to him, he would like to state for the record).
roman wasn’t sure how this was possible, but he couldn’t smell them. the hot water tended to wash out the majority of their scent, even though it was the only time he saw them without their scent patches. he knew better than to ask, stabilizing them enough so that he could get to their hair. he tamped down his personal needs, working at an allegro to rein in the alpha that was trying to have at them in any way it could. especially naked in the shower.
that wasn’t the person that roman was trying to be. he couldn’t afford to be a traditionalist when tradition was what had kai in their current predicament.
the fifth day was when kai started to talk. roman counted it despite it being heat-induced delirium.
he wanted to make the correct assumption that they were in a better mood. he considered their heat pain reduced by 40%, perhaps even 55% if he wanted to be cocky and generous. it was always hard to tell with someone like kai, who wore pain like filigree armor—dainty and ornate, albeit understated.
he held them in their pile of blankets, his hands against their abdomen with their back to his chest. they mumbled something or the other, but roman knew with a certainty that they were words. he just had to learn how to parse them, just like he had to learn how to parse out kai without making them feel like they were a specimen. it helped that they repeated their verbiage a few moments after.
“plushie…wan’ plushie…”
roman questioned whether their spartan room was borne of personal preference or a fear that they would be forced out, so they shouldn’t have more belongings than they could feasibly carry. his heart sank at why he never questioned that before.
his mouth moved before his mind did, “i’ll get you one, honey. one that’s soft. maybe that plague doctor one. i think it suits you. or one of the bubble tea ones. like the matcha one.”
they didn’t respond, but the matcha conversation popped back up when they were in the shower with him, albeit the context was a bit different. “green hair…that sounds fun…but not seaweed green or algae green…not matcha green either.” their words were more coherent on the first pass this time, which helped roman maintain something akin to a proper conversation with them.
his smile was genuinely indulgent as he massaged the shampoo deep into their scalp after they dazedly complained that their hair was gross. “what kinda green were you thinking about, baby?”
kai’s voice emerged again after a moment of silence, as if choosing their words with painful consideration to ensure the utmost accuracy. they hummed, “mint green…or a pistachio, or a jade. jades are good, they have good luck.”
roman didn’t hesitate, “that suits you, honey. i can take you to the salon when you’re feeling better.” he didn’t have to specify that he meant all the way better—in the “i am stable enough to venture beyond the walls of my room" way; in the "i won't have a panic attack when trying to make coffee" way; in the "i trust you enough to let me in and keep my promises" way. he knew that would take months. he had all the time in the world.
the seventh day had kai back to approximately 80% coherence. roman took it to mean that their heat was mostly over. the thing that shocked him, mainly, was that they still clung to him delicately, with enough fragility that made any of the other business seem irrelevant.
they weren’t necessarily back-to-chest, though kai curled into his side as he grabbed his tablet so they could watch something easy for their tired brain to follow. they had wanted a switch from their beloved studio ghibli films, but they didn't want trashy, high-drama reality show that wouldn’t piss them off into using more brain power and stress on. that ruled out love island, survivor, the bachelor, the bachelorette, and the challenge. their brain was a bit too tired to process their favorite show, the twilight zone, even if rod serling’s voice soothed them in incomprehensible ways. however, it did leave options like cooking shows.
kai’s eyes were coherent, albeit drooping. “ro…?” they asked, voice craggly as their eyes focused on the chef in the show chopping up some veggies for whatever recipe roman wasn’t paying attention to.
“yeah, honey?” he asked, fingers brushing their waist to offer a tender squeeze.
“i want…can i have…a bowl of lychees?” their head was tilted down, as if shy, “i know it’s not really in season right now, so they’re pricey, but i just—”
“honey,” he interrupted, turning so he could hold their hands. it wasn’t in his nature to interrupt people. he loathed to do so, especially with an omega that seldom voiced their needs, let alone wants; yet, this was too important. kai’s eyes softened as he finished, “i asked solo to get you some when he got you your gatorade.”
that twinkle in those eyes, clear now, ingrained itself into his memory. it wasn’t an assessment of danger, a sight he was too achingly accustomed to seeing on their freckled face. it felt crystalline in intent, as if those eyes saw through him, past the bravado and illusions of traditional alphahood and masculinity that he grew up around and to some extent, and into his soul and who he was at the core.
they were seeing him with the utmost awareness when they watched him return with a bowl, their gaze blistering, albeit not unkind. if roman dared, he would have thought kai’s eyes were fond.
he wasn’t sure if it was because of him, or if it was directed to the bowl of lychees he set down in front of them. and goodness, the lychees smelled heavenly, all of its sweet fruit and floral complexities making his mouth water. roman couldn’t stop his eyes from wandering down to their fingers, which nimbly peeled the skin off the fruit with ease. their nails, unpainted yet pointed and sturdy, pried through the skin with practiced fluidity, removing shell after shell until the only thing remaining for them to discard was the seed inside. he admired their pragmatism about the matter, even if a very small part of him wished that he could take one from them. he didn’t—he didn’t want to remind them of the twins, who took all their comfort food.
yet, they placed one in his hand with a perfunctory air roman knew they forced themselves to portray. he ate it, thanking them sincerely and letting the moment marinate the way chefs let meat marinate before cooking them. “i’m sorry,” he started slowly, steadying himself for the impact of what they wouldn’t say, “about jey. i should have stopped it sooner.”
for once, kai didn’t bother deflecting the situation or trying to make it sound any better than it was. they answered, “it’s alright—you’re not his keeper.”
“but i am his alpha,” he interjected, as if that would make the situation better in their eyes. he had a suspicion it wouldn’t, but he still felt responsible for their stress heat the way bystanders felt responsible for spectating an accident and not intervening, “i don’t want you to think that i don’t want you as a member of this pack. because you are, and that’s not changing.”
the omega’s voice shifted into something resigned, though with hints of fondness they seemed to reserve just for him, “roman, i knew what i signed up for when i agreed to you taking me back to your…estate.” their eyes crinkled into a wry smile without teeth.
he objected anyway, “it doesn’t make it right.”
“maybe it doesn’t,” they shrugged, “but, his behavior is normal to you—to the pack, really. i can’t be upset that i’m adjusting to this new environment. new people. new norms.”
he listened carefully to the underlying message, and he shook his head immediately, “you shouldn’t have to stomach his treatment because everyone thinks it’s normal. it’s not normal.” he didn’t know much about their time in the judgment day; he had a suspicion they withstood enough shitty treatment that they learned quickly to hide their discomfort.
he wondered how much of his pack’s behavior was considered abnormal or peculiar through other people’s lenses. he never had to contemplate that before. then again, kai wasn’t exactly like other people.
“isn’t it something i’m supposed to get used to as a member of the pack? you weaponize it. jimmy and evie enable it. paul and solo tolerate it. are we sure it’s not a thing i’m just overexaggerating?” kai’s eyebrow raised for a moment, before they ate another lychee.
“it’s not an overexaggeration if it causes you to have stress heat, honey.” he took a moment to tug them closer, leaving enough distance for them to push him away if they wished to, but close enough to feel the warmth radiating off his body. he resolved, “i’ll talk to him about it, alright?”
they nodded, offering him another fruit before averting their eyes to the show again. he slipped the lychee in his mouth, chewing on it furtively while keeping his eyes on them. roman’s eyes flickered in shock as he saw their body completely void of scent patches.
when did they remove them? he wondered, but didn’t pry, didn’t ask about their scent, didn’t try to smell it out. he just sat with them, letting them guide their recovery as he held them as close as they would let him. roman tried not to think about how close they were, how close they were allowing him to be, when they didn’t seem to like people very much. for now, it was just him in their little world with whichever celebrity chef was holding their sleepy attention.
the usos x wife!oc (evelyn fatu)
word count -> 18.1k
first installation of the strawberry matcha series in collaboration with @minteagalaxea
summary -> evie is the lead soloist at the san francisco ballet company and wife to two of the most terrifying alphas in town. when she goes into an unexpected heat right before a big show, she must decide if she wants the twins to know about it. because once they get involved, she knows she won’t be leaving the house for a while…
warnings -> mafia au, omegaverse au, social hierarchies, heats/ruts, unprotected sex, knotting, threesome, blood & violence, fear & peril, toxic & possessive behavior
synopsis + characters. general masterlist. taglist.
Mornings were always hectic in the Bloodline household.
Evie was usually up first, rising long before the sun to make her daily egg whites. She enjoyed being up before everyone else, the estate quiet and calm. While Evie had never been a particularly good cook, she still enjoyed being in the kitchen, even if it was just to watch the sun rise through the massive glass windows.
She stood by those windows now, a cup of hot tea in her hand as she waited for the stove to heat up. The view from outside the windows was breathtaking—miles of sprawling grounds with carefully manicured lawns and sparkling fountains. She took another sip of her tea and admired the way the sun slanted through the trees. She knew she had a million things to do today, but right now the world seemed tranquil. Peaceful.
Evie could smell Roman before she saw him—the air suddenly lighter with the faint smell of ocean water and citrus. He moved silently into the kitchen. He never liked to disturb the tranquility of their space this early in the morning, especially since he knew of the chaos to come.
His forehead was still beaded with sweat from his run, his hair tied back in a messy ponytail as he leaned down and nosed gently behind Evie’s ear in a silent greeting. Evie didn’t say anything in return. She just smiled, still a little sleepy as Roman turned and walked away again.
Eight years with the Bloodline and her pack leader still made sure to greet her every single morning. That’s just how Roman was. He always made sure to take care of her, the same way he took care of everyone in his family.
Kai usually followed shortly after. While Kai was certainly known for being an early riser, they didn’t always get to the kitchen first. Not when Evie was in the middle of rehearsals for The Nutcracker and had to be at the studio long before any of the other dancers arrived.
Today, Kai had clearly been up for a while, their dark eyes still as sharp and hawkish as ever. They gave Evie a small nod as they made a beeline for the coffee pot, only smiling when Roman approached their side.
“Mornin’, baby,” Roman rumbled, pressing a gentle kiss to Kai’s forehead. Kai smiled and leaned into the kiss, their guard dropping just long enough to allow for this tender moment.
A few months ago, Evie might have looked away, feeling like a voyeur on such an uncharacteristically intimate moment, but now Evie just smiled and returned to her tea. She was completely familiar with the sight of their gentle displays of affection, no matter how rare they were.
Evie wasn’t entirely sure what Roman and Kai were supposed to be. Lovers, certainly. Dating, not entirely. Mates, absolutely not. Whatever their label, Roman had made it clear that Kai was a part of this pack, regardless of what anyone else had to say about it.
While the first few months had been rocky, things were getting better now. At least Kai and Jey were getting along, though it had taken quite a bit of work to get there. For everyone involved.
Evie finally abandoned her tea and returned back to the stove, flashing another smile to Kai as they stood side-by-side. The younger omega was considerably taller than Evie—their form much more firm, their shoulders much more broad. Evie resisted the urge to touch their arm in greeting, but she knew better now. Kai didn’t like to be touched unless they asked. And they never asked.
Kai smiled back at her, something small but sincere, before filling their mug with coffee and retreating to the bar where Roman sat. Roman already had his phone out, scrolling through the no doubt endless list of emails and messages as Kai slid into the barstool beside him. They shared another glance, full of fondness and care, but they didn’t speak. The house was just too peaceful to disturb this silence with words.
Evie made quick work of her egg whites, adding a few cherry tomatoes and spinach before piling it all onto her plate. She motioned to Roman and Kai, who waved away her unspoken offer to make more for them. Evie wasn’t willing to shatter the silence either. Not when the kitchen was this peaceful.
But, of course, it didn’t last. It never did.
“Aye, how many fucking times I gotta tell you to quit leaving the toothpaste in the shower?”
“Why you even using mine, uce? Shit’s nasty. Get your own fucking toothpaste.”
“What difference does it make? It ain’t like we sharing a toothbrush.”
“Share Evie’s toothpaste then and quit worrying about what I got going on.”
“Nah, I can’t use hers. It’s fucking spicy.”
“Man, what? Toothpaste can’t be spicy.”
“Yes, it can!”
“No, it can’t!”
Roman let out a loud sigh, passing a hand over his face, while Kai smirked in amusement. They were all used to the twins bickering by now. It was just a fact of life in the Bloodline household. The sky was blue. The grass was green. The twins bickered. And they were both so fucking loud.
“I don’t even know why you got toothpaste in the shower, dawg. Who brushes their fucking teeth in the shower?”
“Well, I’m sorry I was in a hurry because someone was rushing me out the door.”
“I wasn’t rushing you! I was just politely telling you to get your ass together. That’s different.”
“You’re so full of shit.”
The twins continued to bicker as they made their way to the kitchen. Their footsteps were heavy, their voices so loud they echoed throughout the house. As they grew closer, their blended scents began to fill the kitchen air—the smell woody and clean. It was usually difficult for anyone outside the pack to tell the two apart by scent alone, but it didn’t really matter. The Uso twins were never apart long enough to smell one without the other.
While normally the twins would have been happy to continue with their bickering, their words were cut short at the sight of their mate standing in the kitchen.
To Roman and Kai, Evie looked completely normal, but to the twins, she was the most gorgeous creature they’d ever laid eyes on. She was wearing one of their shirts, something she knew drove them wild, the fabric practically engulfing her tiny frame. She was humming as she munched on her food, bouncing on the balls of her feet in tune with the music. Her blonde hair was pulled away from her face in a high ponytail, complete with a pink ribbon, her perfect skin nearly glowing in the morning light.
The room was suddenly quiet again as the twins stared. Roman coughed, though it sounded suspiciously like laughter while Kai just smiled into their coffee cup. They were always amused at how easily Evie was able to bring the twins to heel. All she had to do was look cute and boys folded like lawn chairs.
“Good morning!” she said cheerily, taking another bite of her food. She smiled warmly at her mates. “Did you sleep okay?”
The twins blinked before they finally stumbled forward, tripping over their own feet in their haste to get to her first. Their greedy hands were on her immediately, both of them already nosing behind her ear to scent her.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” she giggled, setting the plate to the side. “Did you want me to make you something?”
The twins didn’t answer. They couldn’t. Instead, their hands continued to roam her body, pulling her deeper and deeper into their embrace. Evie giggled again, the sound clear as a bell.
“Oh, stop! Not in front of everyone!”
The twins didn’t care. Jimmy pressed a gentle kiss to her neck, his hand already lifting up the bottom of the shirt to feel for the tops of her thighs. Jey was no better, his own hand already lifting up the back of her shirt to begin groping at her ass. His lips were pressed into her hair, his eyes nearly rolling back from pleasure as he took in more of her intoxicating scent.
“Jimmy!” Evie’s tone was a little sterner now, pushing the older twin’s hands away before he could lift up more of her shirt. “Now, stop it. You know I don’t have time for any of that.”
“Why not?” Jey’s breath was warm in her ear and Evie could feel her knees growing weak, in spite of herself. “Just something quick, baby.”
Evie scoffed, pushing Jey’s hands away too. “It’s never quick with you two. Besides, I have to be at the studio. Or have you forgotten I have a show coming up?”
Jey tried to lift her shirt one more time but Evie smacked the top of his hand, earning another a muted laugh from Roman.
“You’re both ridiculous,” Evie scolded, though her blue eyes were sparkling with amusement. “Now, do you want breakfast or not? I can make you something too.”
Jimmy chuckled, pressing one last kiss to her forehead before obediently moving away. “Nah, we good, baby. And don’t you need to be getting ready? We was gonna take you to rehearsal.”
“Yeah, you gotta be there early as hell. And we promised we’d take you.” Jey still wasn’t moving away, his hands still lingering on Evie’s skin even as she tried to take her empty plate to the sink.
“I do! We’ve got to go through—Jey, stop!—-we’ve got to go through Act 2 today so I can’t miss it.”
Jey pouted as Evie moved away, following close behind her like a shadow. “Come on, baby. You can’t take one day off? It’s Friday! And besides, you—”
“Work too damn hard!” Jimmy finished. The twins were always prone to finish each other’s sentences. “And we was gonna take you out tonight too. Remember?”
“I remember! But The Nutcracker is our biggest show of the year. I can’t just skip rehearsal and stay home all day.”
“Why not?” Jey’s hand reached under her shirt again. “Stay here. Let us take care of you.”
This time it was Kai’s turn to laugh, though they hid it well by feigning a cough. Jey threw them a dirty look.
“Now, don’t start that again.” Evie was quick to redirect the conversation. “You know I don’t like staying here all day. Now why don’t you eat a little something and I’ll go finish getting ready. Okay?”
The twins continued to pout, but after a gentle kiss on each bearded cheek, they quickly perked up again. They were usually easy to please.
“Okay,” Jimmy murmured. His hands twitched at his sides, no doubt just as tempted as his twin to pull her close, but another amused glance from Kai kept him still. “We’ll be here.”
They watched sadly as Evie took one last sip of her tea and went back upstairs to their bedroom, her faint scent of rose petals still lingering in the air.
Roman looked up from his phone to see the twins staring longingly at the doorway Evie had disappeared in. They were moving closer to each other on instinct, as they always did whenever they were upset, and Roman rolled his eyes. “Lovestruck idiots,” he muttered, earning another laugh from Kai.
While the twins would normally argue (they argued about everything), they didn’t argue about this. Why should they? Roman was right. They were still head-over-heels for Evie, even though they’d been mated for nearly seven years. There was no point in denying it.
Solo entered the kitchen next, still dressed in his workout clothes from a grueling session in the “dungeon,” the affectionate term for the training area located deep in the bowels of the estate. Solo was always there more than the others, his body hard and strong from long hours of conditioning.
His scent was muted this morning, the coconut barely detectable beneath the sharp tang of his sweat. His hair and clothes were still damp with it, a few drops splattering onto the floor as he trudged in. Of course, his older brothers were already poised to torment him.
“Jesus, you gotta come in here stinking up the place?” Jimmy grinned from ear to ear, grabbing Solo by the arm in an attempt to put him in a headlock. “What the hell you training for? Acting like we in the Marines or some shit.”
Solo shoved his brother away with an easy strength, his face impassive. Jey was quick to block his path.
“Aye, come on, man. We’re just horsing around.”
Jey tried to playfully grab him but Solo dodged him easily, still unbothered. He was used to this.
“You can do as much training as you want, but we both know the oldest got the most strength,” Jimmy boasted, flexing an arm. “Especially since I been benching more than you.”
It was a lie, but Solo didn’t correct him. He just rolled his eyes and pulled out a cold water bottle from the fridge, ignoring them.
“What, you gon’ take that disrespect?” Jey teased. “You gon’ let him challenge you like that?”
When Solo still didn’t respond, Jimmy jumped forward in another attempt to place him in a headlock. This time, Solo’s arm shot out to grab him, hurling him to the floor with such ease that both twins were speechless. The water bottle clattered loudly onto the ground, water spilling everywhere.
“Alright, that’s enough!” Roman thundered. He hated being disturbed at breakfast. “How many times do I have to tell you to leave your brother alone?”
“Damn, uce. You strong as hell.” Despite being laid out on the floor, Jimmy was still grinning, looking entirely too pleased with himself. “Maybe you are benching more than me after all.”
Solo shook his head in exasperation, offering a hand to help his older brother up.
“Yeah, I guess we better get in that gym more often, uce,” Jey laughed, already back at his twin’s side. Even though the mood was light-hearted, he still gravitated towards Jimmy to make sure he was unharmed. They were codependent like that.
“Either make yourself something to eat or get out. I’m not in the mood for any more fighting.” Roman’s tone was scathing, but something bright still twinkled in his eyes—a reminder that he was still sitting in this kitchen because he wanted to. Because he enjoyed being with his pack, even if they drove him crazy.
“Nah, we ain’t eating,” Jey said, suddenly serious. “We’ll grab an early lunch. Gotta head down to the Sapphire to handle that business we discussed.”
“Hm.” Roman took another sip of his coffee. “Well, try to resolve it without bloodshed this time. I’m not in the mood to clean up another one of your messes.”
The twins shared a knowing look.
“No promises, uce.”
By the time Evie was ready, the twins were already impatiently waiting near the front.
“Baby, come on,” Jimmy moaned. “We got shit to do. And the sooner we take you—“
“The sooner we can see you again!” Jey finished.
Evie chuckled, grabbing her pink bag from the foyer. “I’m coming, I’m coming…”
She paused the mirror to check her reflection one last time. She wasn’t wearing anything special, just her usual pink sweatpants and wrap top, but of course the twins were mesmerized.
“So pretty,” Jey murmured, pulling her close. “Our pretty girl.”
“I thought we were in a rush,” Evie giggled.
Jimmy was quick to wrap his own arm around her. “Sure you don’t wanna stay home? Last chance…”
“Oh, stop!” Evie’s smile was bright as she pushed both of her mates away. “Besides, you both have things to do today. It’s not like we can all stay home anyway.”
“We could!” Jimmy grinned. “But you probably right. We got shit to do at the Sapphire today.”
Evie’s smile froze, then disappeared—blown away, as if by the wind. She turned up her nose and made her way to the car waiting out front, leaving both twins behind.
Jey sighed. “You ain’t gotta mention the Sapphire in front of her, uce. You know how she gets.”
“I ain’t even say nothing!”
“Man, whatever.”
The twins slowly made their way to the car, cautiously sliding in the backseat beside their mate. Jey was scowling at his twin, now unhappy that Jimmy had triggered Evie’s anger. Evie didn’t even look at them. Instead, she typed away furiously on her phone, ignoring them.
“Franklin Street, uce,” Jimmy called to the driver. “We gotta take Mrs. Fatu to the studio.”
“Yes, sir!”
The car moved, but Evie didn’t. She continued to ignore them, still typing something out on her phone.
“Come on, baby,” Jey pleaded, inching closer to her. “Jim ain’t mean nothing by it. Don’t be mad.”
“I’m not mad,” Evie fumed, her eyes still glued to her phone.
Jimmy moved closer too. “I’m sorry,” he murmured, reaching out a tentative hand to brush her arm. “I know you don’t want us talking about work. I just forgot, baby. That’s all.”
“It’s not just because you’re talking about it,” Evie snapped, her blue eyes now blazing with anger. “It’s knowing you’re going down there at all. We’re supposed to have a date tonight and now you’ll be smelling like them.”
She spat the word them like it was some kind of insult. Like she couldn’t even deign to speak who they were out loud.
“We won’t, baby,” Jey pleaded, his own fingers reaching out to touch her. They always wanted to have their hands on her, especially if they were upset. “We’ll throw the clothes out and shower real good. We promise.”
“It won’t matter,” Evie sniffed, returning to her phone. “I’ll still smell them on you. I always do.”
“Baby…”
“And you knew we had a date tonight but you still decided to go down there. You could have let Kai handle it. Or Solo.”
“That ain’t… We have to…” Jimmy floundered, glancing at his brother helplessly.
“We had to go!” Jey interjected. “It’s… Look, it’s hard to explain…”
“You don’t have to explain anything.” Evie’s voice was cold now. Very cold. “I understand perfectly.”
The twins continued to plead and paw at her, trying their best to rectify the situation, but it was no use. She ignored them for the rest of the drive, not even bothering to say goodbye once they finally reached the studio. As she got out, she tried to slam the door behind her but Jimmy caught her arm.
“Baby, please,” Jimmy pleaded one last time, his dark eyes sad. “Don’t leave mad. We still want you to have a good day. We can even bring you some lunch.”
“Yeah!” Jey poked his head out of the door, offering her his best puppy eyes. “We’ll miss you. Let us bring you a sandwich or something.”
“I won’t have any time today,” Evie muttered, trying to shake Jimmy off. “Besides, I don’t wanna smell you right after you’ve been there. You know that.”
“But, baby—”
“I’m done talking about this.” Evie finally got her arm free and stepped away, her eyes still fiery. Mentioning the Sapphire or any of their clubs was really the only thing that could get the omega this angry. Usually their sweet words and sad eyes were enough to ease her temper, but not about this. Never about this. “I don’t want to see either of you until you’re scrubbed clean. And if I catch even a whiff of their scent, you’re both sleeping in the living room tonight.”
And with that she slammed the door in their face, marching up the steps to the San Francisco Ballet Company.
The twins sighed in tandem. It was never a good thing to get on Evie’s bad side, especially since Evie rarely even had a bad side. The three of them hardly ever fought, but things always escalated whenever the Sapphire was involved.
“You just had to say something.” Jey glared angrily at his brother. “Just had to mention where we was headed.”
“She would have figured it out anyway,” Jimmy growled, slumping down in the seat. “She can always smell it. No matter how hard we scrub, she always smells it.”
Jey wanted to argue, but he knew his brother was right. It didn’t matter if they burned their clothes and scrubbed every inch of their body with sandpaper. The smell of the Sapphire had a way of seeping under their skin, like some kind of disease. It was impossible to cleanse themselves of it, no matter how hard they tried.
“Then we’d better handle our business today, uce,” Jey muttered darkly. “Otherwise we gonna be in the living room for the next few nights.”
Jimmy didn’t say anything in return. He just stared forlornly out the window.
Evie tried to control her temper as she stomped into the dance studio. She hated being angry in general, but especially before rehearsal. She didn’t want to think about her mates going to the Sapphire, the one place she truly despised. She didn’t want to think about who would be there, cozying up to the twins like they had a right to it. And she especially didn’t want to think about how her mates would allow it, completely unbothered by the unmated omegas acting like they were free game.
They probably enjoy it, the angry part of her brain supplied. They probably like the attention. What alpha wouldn’t? That’s why they go.
She threw her bag on the floor with a very unladylike snarl. Normally she wanted to set a good example to the other dancers, keeping herself poised and graceful. She didn’t like it when the others saw her like this—angry and wrathful and completely undignified.
“Hey, Evie! How are—whoa.” Natalie, one of Evie’s friends, had been attempting to greet her before she realized the state she was in. “You okay?”
“I’m fine,” Evie growled.
Natalie raised an eyebrow. She was already in her leotard and tights, wearing a pair of pink leg warmers and booties. Her silver hair was tied up in a bun, her make-up natural and flawless. A dedicated soloist, Natalie was dancing the part of Dewdrop this year. It was no secret that she was vying for Evie’s position as principal dancer, despite their long friendship.
“Something happen with the twins?” Natalie’s tone was kind enough, but Evie still flashed her an angry look.
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
Natalie raised her hands in surrender. “Fair enough. But you’re not the only one in a bad mood today. I overheard Madame Cadieux and Rojo going at it this morning.”
Evie groaned. She didn’t care about Ms. Rojo’s mood, but the last thing she needed was Cadieux, the ballet mistress, on her ass today.
“The good news is it’s Friday!” Natalie, ever the optimist, was trying to cheer her up. “Don’t you have a date with the twins tonight?”
“Maybe,” Evie muttered. “But they’re going… somewhere I don’t like today. And I don’t know why they have to go. Especially when they knew we had a date tonight.”
Natalie made a sympathetic noise. While she wasn’t exactly sure what Evie was talking about, she knew better than to ask. Evie never talked about the work her mates did, no matter how many times Natalie had asked her over the years.
“That sucks, babes,” Natalie said cautiously, offering her a warm-up band. “I’m sorry.”
Evie wanted to smile at her, but it felt too hard to push past the anger. She wasn’t sure why this was bothering her so much. While she hated knowing that the twins were going to the Sapphire, normally she wasn’t this mad. She felt weirdly emotional, something strange churning in her stomach. Natalie noticed.
“You sure you’re okay? You look kind of sick.”
“I’m fine.” Evie was quick to wave away her concerns, trying to push past the strong emotions bubbling to the surface. She knew she was being irrational but she couldn’t help it. She was angry. And sad. And sensitive. What was wrong with her?
“Maybe if you only had one mate, this wouldn’t have happened.”
A loud, nasally voice had Evie instantly bristling. Tiffany, another soloist stretching nearby, had heard everything.
“Mind your business, Tiffy,” Natalie scowled. “We weren’t talking to you.”
“Doesn’t matter when Little Miss Perfect is angry enough for the whole studio to see,” Tiffany said, her expression smug. “What happened, Evie? Bit off more than you can chew?”
Evie’s blue eyes blazed with anger. “Shut up,” she snarled. “And keep your opinions to yourself. No one cares what you think.”
“Oh, really?” Tiffany’s grin was wicked. “You think the others don’t agree with me? We all know Evie’s got her hands full. With two mates, how could she possibly be dedicated to us? One mate is bad enough, but two? Kind of selfish if you ask me.”
“Well, no one did,” Natalie snapped, instinctively placing herself between Evie and Tiffany. “And big talk coming from someone with no mate.”
A few giggles broke out amongst the other dancers, who were beginning to gather to witness the back-and-forth. Tiffany’s smug facade cracked, her anger bleeding through.
“Well, at least I don’t have anyone distracting me from what really matters,” she snapped. “This show means everything. And if our principal dancer is focused on anything else, she’s not fit to be in her position.”
The air in the studio turned sour as the omegas glared at each other. While Evie was normally able to ignore Tiffany’s jabs, today was different. She felt angry and reckless, maybe even a little unstable. The fight with the twins this morning had triggered something deep inside her, forcing all of her negative emotions to the surface.
“Shut up!” Evie snarled. The other dancers shifted uncomfortably at the rare sight of her anger. Evie was normally too poised to go back and forth with any of them, let alone Tiffany. “You think you have what it takes to be principal? Don’t make me laugh. You haven’t danced a single routine right once in your life. You should be grateful to even have the spot you have.”
Tiffany’s face went red. “Well at least I don’t flaunt my two mating marks on my neck like some trashy omega. As if one wasn’t bad enough, our principal dancer has two? It’s an embarrassment. Everyone thinks so. Even Madame Cadieux and Ms. Rojo.”
“That’s a lie!” Natalie was quick to come to Evie’s defense. While she was still competing for Evie’s spot, she wasn’t going to let anyone disrespect another omega. “They don’t care about that and neither should you. Plenty of dancers are mated. You’re just bitter you’re not!”
The other dancers gasped and Tiffany’s face turned even redder.
“Why you—”
“What’s going on here?” A sharp voice had all the dancers immediately scurrying to their positions, heads bowed and eyes downcast. Even Tiffany was silenced. “This is a dance studio, not a television drama. If you’re not here to warm up, you are useless to me.”
Madam Cadieux wasn’t very tall, but she marched into the studio like she owned the place, her voice cracking through the tense air like a whip. Her French accent curled around each vowel almost menacingly, her green eyes blazing like jewels as her gaze swept across each of them. Evie immediately ducked her head so the ballet mistress wouldn’t see her anger. She knew Cadieux would only push her harder if she saw it. She always did.
“Yesterday I was beyond disappointed by your performance, so you will prove to me today why you still deserve to be here.” Madame Cadieux’s eyes landed on Evie, who still avoided her gaze. “And I will not tolerate any mistakes. Are we clear?”
“Oui, Madame,” the dancers echoed. They were all terrified of her, of course, which made her the most effective at her job. And why the San Francisco Ballet Company was one of the best in the world.
“You have ten more minutes. Then I want everyone on the main stage. Rapidement.”
And with that, Madame Cadieux quickly exited, leaving a new scent of fear and nervousness in the air. Evie and Tiffany exchanged another look, though neither of them said anything. They knew now wasn’t the time, not with Cadieux right outside.
“We’ll finish this later,” Tiffany hissed.
Evie’s lip curled into a snarl. By this point she was too angry to recognize that something was off. While Tiffany had jabbed at her plenty of times before, this time felt different. Evie didn’t feel like herself. She felt unstable, almost feral. She wanted to rip Tiffany’s throat out.
“Yes.” Evie hissed, the sound so hateful that Natalie glanced at her in concern. “We will.”
The front of the Sapphire glittered and shone in the morning light. Everything about it was meant to draw you in—a house of debauchery that shone like a jewel in the San Francisco sun. While the Bloodline owned many clubs in the Bay area, the Sapphire was their biggest and most lucrative. Roman trusted the twins to manage the day-to-day operations, which meant resolving any issues that might arise. Issues like this one.
The twins had received a frantic call from Natalya, the manager at the Sapphire yesterday. A recruiter from a rival club had been talking to some of the dancers, offering them better pay and benefits. All lies, of course, but losing the dancers wasn’t the main concern. The Sapphire was Bloodline territory. And the Bloodline had made it clear many years ago that trespassers would not be tolerated.
As the twins stepped out of the limousine in front of the Sapphire, there was no doubt who they were. Everyone knew the Uso twins, especially on this side of town. They walked the streets like they owned them—gold chains resting on their tattooed chests, expensive jewels glittering on every finger. They leaned in and whispered to each other, gold grillz flashing in the morning sun as they made their way to the entrance. A few homeless omegas loitered near the front, though they quickly scrambled away at the sight of the twins approaching. Even from a distance, the Usos radiated danger.
When they stepped inside, the security guards recognized them immediately and stood at attention, a new scent of nervousness filling the air. The girl at the front desk smiled in greeting, though her smile faded when she realized who they were.
“Nattie in yet?” Jimmy grunted and the girl was quick to nod, the color draining from her face in fear. She knew the twins by reputation only, but it was enough to frighten her.
“Yes, sir. She’s inside.”
Neither of the twins bothered to thank her as they walked past, their aura so dark it felt like the lobby had filled with shadow.
That dark shadow followed them into the main part of the club. The dancers practicing on the stage immediately froze at the sight of them, the girls now shuffling around each other in nervousness. Natayla, who had been sitting near the front to watch, quickly stood once she realized who had arrived.
“Fuck,” she muttered. While she had a good working relationship with the Usos, she knew their presence usually meant trouble. And after the conversation they’d had yesterday, she knew exactly why the twins were here.
“Where is he?” Jey’s voice was a low growl, the sound so menacing that Natalya froze.
“He’s not here yet,” she murmured, raising her hand in a placating gesture. “But all he’s done is talk, Jey. He hasn’t hurt any of the girls. I swear.”
“It don’t matter, Nattie,” Jimmy snarled. “Whoever this fucker is should know this is Bloodline territory. He ain’t welcome here.”
“I agree.”
“Well, who’s he working for?”
“I don’t know. I never saw him. He made sure to avoid me.”
The twins both growled in tandem, causing the hair on Natalya’s neck to stand up in warning. Alphas were dangerous enough, but twin alphas, especially ones as menacing as the Usos, were downright lethal. And Natalya had already seen firsthand what the twins were capable of.
“I’ve been talking to some of the girls, but I still don’t have all the answers. If you could just give me a little more time—”
“Which girls did he talk to?” Jimmy interrupted.
Natalya sighed. “Blake and Jaida, for sure. I think Sol saw him too.”
The twins shared a look, communicating something between them that Natalya didn’t understand.
“We’ll talk to them,” Jimmy muttered, though he didn’t seem pleased at the idea.
Natalya didn’t seem too pleased either. “They’re in the back. But, they’re a little nervous, Jimmy. They don’t want to be on the Bloodline’s bad side.”
Jey’s eyes narrowed. “As long as they know who they belong to, they won’t be.”
Nattie moved to the side and allowed the twins to head backstage. They still smelled hostile and aggressive, their pheromones bleeding into the air around them. She felt her stomach churn, her body instinctively reacting to the perceived danger. She was tempted to follow the twins backstage to offer emotional support to the girls, but her fear held her back. She’d learned a long time ago not to interfere in Bloodline business.
The twins swept past the curtain and entered the backstage area. While normally the dancers would be jumping at a chance to cozy up to the club owners, they were keeping their distance today. They could smell their angry scents and knew it would be unwise to trigger their aggression here. By now, most of the dancers had seen the Uso twins in action and knew they were dangerous, especially when provoked.
But it didn’t stop everyone.
“Hey, baby,” Blake purred, already reaching out a manicured hand to caress Jimmy’s arm. “I’ve been missing you. I thought you were coming back to see me.”
Jimmy’s jaw tightened. He looked like he wanted to shake Blake’s arm away, but was resisting the urge to do so. “Been looking for you,” he grunted. “Heard some asshole tried to recruit you for another club.”
“Is that all you want to talk about?” she pouted. “You didn’t miss me too?”
Jimmy’s eyes blazed. “I ain’t in the mood, Blake. What was his name? Who’d he work for?”
Blake let out a huff. “Come on, who cares? I’m not leaving you, baby. I like it here. Especially being near you…”
She leaned in closer and this time Jimmy did push her away, his dark eyes simmering with anger.
“I give you a lot of leeway, Blake, but don’t push it. You know we got a mate.”
Blake’s lip wobbled, her eyes suddenly full of tears. “I wasn’t…” she whimpered. “I wasn’t trying to be disrespectful, Jimmy.”
She let out a quiet sob, covering her face with her hands. Jimmy glanced over at his twin helplessly and Jey sucked his teeth in annoyance.
“Look, Blake, we ain’t got all day,” Jey snapped. “What’s his name and who’s he working for?”
Blake wailed louder and a few of the girls looked up in alarm, now watching the twins with wide, fearful eyes. Jimmy quickly assessed the seriousness of the situation.
“Hey, hey, it’s alright.” Jimmy stepped forward and pulled Blake into a hug, allowing her to sob into his shirt. “You’re okay. Please don’t cry.”
Blake buried her face into his chest, still whimpering pathetically. Jey’s eyes blazed in anger.
“I don’t wanna sleep in the fucking living room again,” he snarled to his brother. “Wrap this shit up. I’ll go find Jaida.”
Jimmy took a deep breath, struggling to control his anger. This wasn’t the first time Blake had used her tears to get something she wanted.
“You’re so mean to me,” Blake whimpered. “I didn’t even do anything. I just wanted to be close to you, Jimmy. Is that so wrong?”
Jimmy sighed. As much as he wanted to shake her, he knew it wouldn’t give him what he wanted. He forced himself to play along. “It’s alright, honey,” he muttered. “Don’t cry anymore, okay? I’m just in a hurry. That’s all.”
Blake leaned back to stare up at him, her blue eyes still glassy with tears. “You did want to see me, didn’t you?”
Jimmy grit his teeth. “Sure, Blake. But I really just need to know about the guy you talked to, okay? Can you remember anything about him?”
Blake considered. “I mean… he was tall. Not as tall as you, though. With blond hair. Said his name was Ethan.”
“Who’s he working for?”
Blake played with rings on Jimmy’s fingers. “I know you said you were in a hurry, so when are you coming back to see me? Tonight?”
“I can’t tonight, Blake. Who’s he working for?”
“Why not? I’ve got a new song I’m debuting that I think you’ll like…”
“Shut up!” Jimmy snarled, his temper slipping. He reached out and grabbed her roughly by the chin, his dark eyes blazing. “I asked you a question, girl. Who’s he working for? Answer me.”
Blake went limp in Jimmy’s grasp, her body immediately responding to an alpha’s dominant touch. “Th-the new club downtown. Prohibition.”
“Did he say why he was scouting this side of town?”
Blake tried to shake her head, but Jimmy’s tight grip made it impossible. “No, sir,” she whispered. “He just said that he was looking for some talent. That’s all, I swear.”
Jimmy’s dark eyes simmered like burning coals. “I don’t want you talking to another recruiter again. If you see someone else creeping around here, you tell Nattie. Understand?”
“Yes, sir.”
Jimmy's grip became punishing and Blake whimpered, her blue eyes once again filling with tears. But she didn’t move away. Instead, the scent of her arousal began to seep into the air and Jimmy’s nostrils flared in response.
“You ain’t gonna go with him,” he snarled, the dominant timbre of his voice sending a shiver down the omega’s back. “You ain’t leaving here. This is your home. And who do you belong to?”
Blake shivered. “The Bloodline, sir.”
Jimmy finally released her chin, his eyes still blazing. “Good girl.”
“Evelyn!” Madam Cadieux’s voice was sharp, cracking through the air like the whip. “Why are you looking at the floor? Is the audience there? No! Eyes forward!”
Evie cringed, but she still brought her head up and plastered a smile on her face. She tried to ignore how her body ached. How her skin felt hot and feverish. How it felt like the hardest task in the world to follow the same routine she’d been practicing for months. For some reason, this felt hard. Much harder than usual. Why couldn’t she focus?
Evie forced her toes back into position, trying to remember to keep her back straight and her hips down. She saw movement out of the corner of her eye and she instinctively turned her gaze to look. The corps was moving gracefully beside her, their movements blending together perfectly. She stumbled and Cadieux was quick to chastise her again.
“Eyes forward! Tu ne me sers à rien! How many times must I repeat myself?”
Evie snapped her head back forward and her body wobbled at the sudden movement. For some reason, she barely felt in control of her limbs.
“Back straight!”
“Hips down!”
“Pay attention!”
Madam Cadieux’s voice sounded distant, but Evie still tried to obey. She ignored the sweat beading on her forehead and extended her arm, even though her smile was wavering, her muscles aching as if she’d run a marathon.
“Go! Maintenant!”
Evie tensed her muscles, attempting to leap, but a sudden pain in her stomach had her doubling over.
“Fuck!”
She stumbled, clutching her stomach, and a few of the dancers froze in shock.
“Evelyn!”
Cadieux was yelling again, but Evie could barely hear it. She collapsed onto the floor with a low groan, her eyelids fluttering. The scent of rose petals began to bloom in the air around her, causing the other dancers to all stop in surprise.
“Cut the music! Now!”
The music faded and Madam Cadieux was suddenly by Evie’s side, her face concerned.
“Merde,” she muttered. “I thought your heat wasn’t due until January.”
“It’s not…” Evie tried to shake her head, but the pain had her doubling over again. “It’s not that!”
“Lies. I know the signs. Natalie!” Madam Cadieux was quick to beckon the other soloist over. “Take her away. She is useless to me.”
“No!” Evie stared up at her instructor in horror. “No, Madame, please! It’s not that, I swear!”
For once, Madam Cadieux almost looked sympathetic as she stared down at the younger dancer.
“Go home, Evelyn. Deal with this. Now.”
Evie’s eyes filled with tears, but she still allowed Natalie to help her stand, leaning heavily on the other girl for support. The movement caused the scent of rose petals to intensify as Evie’s sweet omega scent filled the air. The other dancers all whispered urgently to each other, shocked to see their principal dancer so vulnerable.
“Did you see?”
“Must be the stress.”
“Maybe she can’t handle the pressure.”
“And you know how long her heats are. Especially since she has two alphas at home.”
Evie bowed her head so the other dancers wouldn’t see her tears. Normally her heats were on a regular schedule. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d had unexpected heat. Maybe the girls were right. Maybe it was the stress. Maybe she couldn’t handle the pressure.
“Don’t listen to them,” Natalie whispered, wrapping her arm around Evie’s waist to pull her close. “It could happen to anybody, okay?”
Evie didn’t say anything. She just allowed Natalie to escort her further backstage, far away from the whispering dancers and Tiffany’s triumphant stare.
“I knew something was wrong this morning,” Natalie murmured. “You didn’t seem like yourself. Did something happen? Was it the fight with the twins?”
Evie let out a whimper, the pain once again causing her to double over. “I don’t know,” she gasped. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I haven’t had a stress heat in years. This doesn’t make sense.”
She groaned again and Natalie was quick to ease her into a nearby chair, shooing away a few set designers loitering nearby.
“Let me grab your stuff. Just stay here, okay?”
Evie could do nothing but obey. She leaned forward in her chair and tried to control her breathing. The beginning was always the most painful part. The first few hours had her body hot and feverish, her muscles aching and her uterus cramping as her body tormented her. But then things would change. Eventually she would begin to yearn for an alpha, her biology taking over until all she could do was mewl and beg.
Evie brought her hand to her mouth to muffle her sobs. She couldn’t go into heat now. Not with the biggest show of the year on the horizon. And the other dancers were right. Her heats were long, especially since they usually triggered her alpha’s ruts. While being with her alphas provided relief, it only extended the experience, especially since there were two of them.
“I found your bag.” Natalie returned with amazing speed, her blue eyes wide with concern as she knelt down beside her friend. “Do you want me to call the twins?”
“No!” The word came out louder than she intended and Natalie nearly jumped in surprise. “No, you can’t call them! I can’t be near them. Not like this.”
“Evie, what do you mean? You need them.”
“No!” Evie pushed her bag away with shaking hands. “If they come near me it’ll trigger their ruts which will only make this last longer. And I can’t be out longer than a few days. You know that.”
“Evie…” Natalie looked concerned. “If you don’t have an alpha for this you’ll be in nothing but pain.”
“I know.”
“Then why—”
“You know why!” Evie angrily wiped away her tears, even though her body was shaking with sobs. “I can’t miss a show. I can’t let them down. I’ve only been principal for a few months, Nat. I… I have to prove myself.”
“Not like this.” Natalie’s eyes were kind, her slender hands wrapped around Evie’s in an attempt to stop the shaking. “You shouldn’t go through this alone. Let me call the twins, Evie. Please.”
Evie shook her head again. “No, I’ll call someone else. They’ll come get me.”
Natalie seemed skeptical. “Who? Roman?”
Evie tried to reach for her phone but her hands were shaking so bad that Natalie had to help her.
“Evie, please. You need—”
“Stop!” Evie’s voice was so sharp that Natalie actually froze. “I know what I need, alright? Just leave me alone.”
Natalie stiffened, as if she’d been electrocuted. Evie could see the hurt in her eyes, but she didn’t have the energy to apologize. Not right now when she was in so much pain.
“Fine.” Natalie’s tone was flat. “Good luck.”
And with that, she left.
Evie’s bottom lip shook. It wasn’t like her to lash out, but she had never felt so frustrated before. Natalie just didn’t understand. The other dancers looked up to her. She needed to finish this heat quickly and be back in time to resume rehearsals. Evie had worked too hard for this position to lose it over a stress heat of all things. She needed to be strong. She needed to get through this.
Her hands were still shaking when she scrolled through her contacts. She was ashamed to admit that she had not saved Kai’s number to her favorites, even though the other omega had been a member of her own pack for months. Would Kai even answer? Evie had never called them before.
“Hello?”
“Kai, thank god.” Evie’s tone sounded desperate, even to her own ears. “What are you doing right now?”
“Uh…” Kai sounded confused. “Eating…?”
“Look, I know I don’t normally call, but I need your help. I need… fuck!” Another wave of pain had Evie doubling over, new tears springing into her eyes.
“Evie?” Kai sounded concerned now. “What’s wrong? What’s happening?”
Evie couldn’t respond. Instead, all she could do was hold a hand to her mouth to hide her sobs, waiting for the pain to pass.
“Are the twins with you? What’s going on?”
Evie forced herself to bring the phone back to her ear. “I’m still at the studio,” she whispered. “It’s… I think it’s some kind of stress heat. It just hit me all of a sudden. I need to come home.”
Kai suddenly went very quiet.
“Look, I know you… you don’t like leaving the house, but I can’t call anyone else.”
Kai was still quiet.
“Hello?”
“I… I’m here.” Kai sounded nervous.
“Can you come get me? Please? I can’t drive like this. And I… well, I need help. I can’t do this alone.”
Kai didn’t say anything. In fact, they were quiet for so long that Evie had to check her phone to make sure the call hadn’t been disconnected.
“Is that a yes?”
Kai made a sound that sounded suspiciously like a sigh. “I don’t think it’s a good idea,” they finally said. “You should call the twins. They should be the ones taking care of you. Not me.”
“I can’t!” Evie nearly sobbed again. “I can’t be near them, Kai. Not like this. It’ll just trigger their ruts.”
Kai went silent again and it took all of Evie’s willpower not to lose her composure.
“Kai, please.” She hated how pathetic her voice sounded. “I can’t call Roman or Solo. You know they’ll tell the twins. You’re the only one who can help me. Please.”
It took a long time, but Kai finally responded. “Alright,” they murmured. “I’ll be there soon.”
Nattie would never admit it, but she hated whenever the twins came to the Sapphire. They always distracted the girls, many of whom were desperate for just a scrap of their attention. They were too stupid to understand that the twins were mated, even though their mate’s scent clung to their skin and clothes. And they were too naive to understand that the twins would never see them as anything more than Bloodline property—simple assets that brought money to the club and attracted customers. Nothing more.
But Nattie heard the whispers backstage. She knew what game her girls were playing. They wanted the twins. Or, more specifically, wanted a litter of their pups. How lucky they would be, they thought, carrying new members of the Bloodline pack into the world. Maybe if they bore Bloodline pups, they could gain a taste of their wealth and status. Maybe even gain a chance to leave dancing behind and build a cozy life for themselves.
But Nattie’s girls were stupid. Very, very stupid. They didn’t understand that alphas this powerful would never waste their precious Bloodline seed on a lowly omega dancer, especially if they had a perfect, pedigreed mate at home. Only their mate was deemed worthy enough to carry their pups, especially for a pack as prestigious as this one, but the dancers didn’t understand that. How could they? None of them had ever been members of a pack before, let alone a pack as powerful as the Bloodline. They had never been mated and could never understand the bond between an alpha and his chosen mate, especially alphas as possessive and territorial as the Usos.
Nattie had never seen the Usos’ mate, but she could smell her. Her scent clung to everything: their hair, their skin, their clothes, even their jewelry. Nattie would recognize that scent of rose petals anywhere. And she knew her name: Evie. The twins always spoke her name reverently, as if uttering the words of a prayer. Now that was surprising to Nattie. She had assumed that the twins—the cruel, violent, cold-hearted Uso twins—would only take a mate to create a new litter of pups. She hadn’t expected the nearly feral alphas to show any kind of love or vulnerability, especially for an omega. She hadn’t expected the vicious, bloodthirsty twins to soften at the sound of her name, their expressions almost lovestruck whenever her name lit up on their phone.
But talking about their mate was dangerous territory. The twins were fiercely protective over what they deemed to be theirs and Nattie had learned a long time ago to never speak her name out loud. She kept her questions to a minimum. If she ever got too curious, the twins would lash out, their dark eyes burning with jealousy and rage. They had made it very clear that no one at the Sapphire had any right to speak their mate’s name. Because even if she was an omega, the same as them, she was different. She wasn’t a lowly dancer. She was special. Cherished. Chosen.
The other dancers didn’t understand that, though maybe they would after today. Nattie had seen the way Jaida cried when Jey lost his temper, irritated by her advances. Blake too had seen some of Jimmy’s anger, though it was clear he had been holding back. Thankfully, Blake had been smart enough not to push it any further. While Nattie had never seen the twins lay a hand on an omega, she knew it was not difficult to provoke them to violence. These men were not kind. They were not gentle. They were dangerous.
The twins waited near the bar for the recruiter to arrive. This man, Ethan, had been arriving during the dancers’ lunch break, trying to catch them outside behind the club next to his fancy little Porsche. Nattie tried her best to get the girls to focus until lunch, but it was no use. They were simply too nervous, most of them skittering anxiously around the stage as the twins watched with dark, brooding eyes. Their alpha scent, dark and angry, filled the room and kept the dancers on edge.
When lunch finally came, the twins were quick to approach Nattie with their plan.
“Have Blake and Jaida lure him inside,” Jey told her. “We’ll take care of the rest.”
“What?” Nattie’s heart dropped in fear. “No, you can’t. It’s too dangerous.”
“It ain’t up for debate,” Jimmy said flatly, his eyes narrowing down at her. “Make it happen. I want the girls to see what happens to motherfuckers who mess with the Bloodline.”
“Surely they’ve seen enough, Jimmy,” Nattie pleaded. She didn’t even bother looking at Jey. Jimmy had always been the more level-headed of the two. “It’ll just scare them. Please, can’t you just—”
“He said it ain’t up for debate.” Jey’s lip curled into a terrifying snarl. “We gon’ deal with this here. In front of everyone. You got a problem with that?”
Both twins glared at her and Nattie’s blood ran cold.
“No,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “No, I don’t.”
“Good.” Jimmy checked his phone. “Get to it then. We ain’t got all day.”
Nattie bowed her head and made a quick exit, unwilling to push any further. She had her orders. Now her job was to do as she was told. She told Blake and Jaida about the plan, but, of course, the silly omegas were too stupid to see the danger.
“Be careful!” Nattie hissed. “You don’t know this man. Remember, he could–”
“We’ll be fine!” Jaida was quick to wave away her concerns. “The twins are here so it ain’t like we gonna get hurt.”
“You don’t know that.” Nattie felt like she was talking to a brick wall. “And you can’t always rely on the twins to help you. You’ll be out there alone until you get him in here. Please—”
“Oh, stop, Nattie! You always stress about everything!” Blake threw her hair over her shoulder in annoyance, letting out a huff. “We’ll be fine. Don’t worry.”
Nattie anxiously watched as they went out the back door. A part of her wished she had never called the twins about this, but she knew she’d had no choice. If word got out that Nattie knew about this recruiter and had said nothing… Well, she didn’t want to think about what sort of punishment the Bloodline would inflict on her for such a betrayal.
“At least let me send the girls away,” she pleaded with Jimmy. “You can do whatever you want, but they don’t need to see this. It’ll only scare them. Please.”
Jimmy’s hand flexed at his side and Nattie got the sense that if she wasn’t an omega, he would have already struck her for such open disrespect.
“The girls need to learn,” he gritted out. “No one messes with the Bloodline and gets away with it. You know that.”
Nattie wanted to argue, but Jey flashed her such a murderous stare that she quickly went silent. As much as she hated this, it was an unfortunate side effect of working with the Uso twins. Violence was natural for them. It ran in their blood. Nattie certainly hadn’t forgotten why they went to prison a few years ago…
“It’s right through here!” Blake’s chipper voice cut through Nattie’s dark thoughts. “Isn’t this place beautiful? Surely you can see why we wouldn’t want to leave.”
“Of course, of course.” A smug voice trailed along behind her. “I understand, sweetheart. Everyone’s heard of the Sapphire. But don’t you want something better than a few bucks a week? I mean, we wouldn’t take nearly as big of a cut as your boss does.”
The twins dismissed Nattie with a flick of their wrist and Nattie quickly retreated. There was nothing she could do now. This would happen whether she liked it or not. She could see where the other dancers were huddled near the curtain that led to the backstage area, their eyes wide and curious. They didn’t know what was about to happen.
“Oh, really?” Jaida sounded amused. “We could keep more of the money?”
“Of course! We have no reason to be greedy. Everyone gets their fair share. Now that’s a promise.”
Jaida and Blake finally stepped into the main room, while this new man, Ethan, followed close behind. He was handsome enough, but his face was twisted into an arrogant smirk, his expression haughty as he glanced around at the expensive decor.
“Isn’t it magnificent?” Blake did a happy twirl, gesturing grandly to the stage. “Biggest club in the city.”
“Not for much longer,” Ethan bragged, wrapping an arm around her waist. He was too enamored by her to notice the two alphas standing by the bar, or the crowd of spectators that had gathered near the edge of the room. “Mr. Rollins has big plans. Prohibition is just the start.”
Jaida and Blake didn’t say anything to that. Instead, they grabbed Ethan by the hand and led him over to the bar, their expressions mischievous.
“Come on, Ethan. We promised you a drink, remember?”
“Okay, okay,” Ethan chuckled. “But nothing too strong. I still have to drive…” He trailed off once he caught sight of the twins. He blinked once. Then twice. Then he froze, his eyes widening in realization.
“What’s wrong?” Jaida asked innocently. “Those are just the owners. You’ve heard of the Usos, right?”
All of the color drained from Ethan’s face. He quickly jerked his hands away from Blake and Jaida, glancing over at the twins in terror. “What… what is this?”
Jimmy stepped forward, waving his hand at the girls.
“Take a walk.”
Jimmy’s voice wasn’t loud, but the girls still obeyed, still giggling to themselves as they made their way back to Nattie.
Stupid. They were so stupid.
“Got a call about some creep lurking behind our club. Thought we’d come check it out.” Jimmy stared at Ethan, his expression inscrutable. “You wouldn’t know anything about that, would you, uce?”
Ethan held up his hands, as if he were surrendering. “Look, I… I wasn’t trying to pull anything, guys. My boss asked me to look for some talent and I just… well, I thought I’d…”
“Steal ours?” Jimmy’s eyes burned. “You got any idea who owns this club?”
“I… I mean…” Ethan took a nervous step backwards, nearly colliding with a nearby table. “I knew it belonged to the Bloodline, of course, but I wasn’t… come on, guys, I wasn’t trying to steal anything. It’s not like that.”
“Hm.” Jimmy pretended to consider, glancing over at his twin. “You hear that, uce? He said he wasn’t trying to steal anything. Must be our mistake.”
Jey curled his lip, his gold grillz flashing in the light, and Ethan took another nervous step backwards.
“Look, I’m sure we can work something out.” Ethan’s entire body was shaking now. He leaned heavily on the table, as if he were trying to hold himself upright. “You… you don’t have to do this.”
“Do what?” Jimmy seemed amused, the corners of his mouth tugging into a sinister smile.
“They’re gonna beat his ass,” Jaida giggled beside Nattie. “Serves him right, the fucking creep.”
Nattie closed her eyes. She didn’t want to see the rest.
“Pl-please,” Ethan begged. “I’ll leave, alright? I won’t come back, I swear. Just please, please don’t do this.”
Jimmy adjusted some of the rings on his fingers, his mouth still curved into that terrifying smile.
“Jey.”
He didn’t say his brother’s name very loudly, but he didn’t need to. Jey was already leaping across the room with nearly inhuman speed, his fist colliding with Ethan’s jaw so quickly that a few of the girls gasped in surprise.
Ethan collapsed to the ground with a loud wail, holding his hands up pathetically to try to shield himself from Jey’s cruel hands. But it was no use. Jey fisted a hand in the beta’s shirt to keep him close, landing blow after blow until blood began to splatter onto the floor around them.
“It’s Ethan, right?” Jimmy’s tone was conversational, still adjusting the rings on his fingers as he approached the violent scene. “It’s a shame, uce. I really hate staining the floor like this.”
Jey landed a particularly brutal hit to Ethan’s jaw and the man screamed in agony, his jaw now hanging open at an awkward angle. The dancers watched with wide, fearful eyes. Jaida wasn’t smiling anymore. Instead, she clung to Nattie’s arm, her face ashen.
“So you’re working with Rollins, huh?” Jimmy’s voice was hard to hear over Ethan’s screams. “That’s good to know. Roman’ll find that pretty interesting. Especially since Rollins promised to stay away from Bloodline territory.”
Ethan raised his hand again in an attempt to push Jey away and the older alpha snarled loudly, the sound so terrifying that Nattie’s blood ran cold. She watched as Jey grabbed Ethan’s hand with a rough jerk, snapping the bones with such brutality that the dancers gasped. Ethan wailed again, blood dribbling from his open mouth.
“Please!” he screamed, though the sound was garbled, the words distorted by his broken jaw. “Please!”
Jey’s fist landed across his nose with a sickening crunch, more blood spraying through the air.
“Whatchu think, uce?” Jimmy asked. “Think I oughta let Jey kill you here? In front of all these witnesses?”
Jey seemed pleased at the idea, baring his teeth into a feral grin as he landed another blow to the other man’s face.
“Or maybe I outta have Jey rip out your tongue. Since you like to run your mouth so much.”
Nattie felt sick. She could hear one of the girls sobbing behind her, but she made no move to comfort her. What was the point? This wasn’t over until the twins said it was over. Jaida’s fingers dug into her arm while Blake turned her face away, unwilling to watch.
Ethan suddenly stopped screaming, his body slumping backwards as he lost consciousness. Jey made no move to stop. He just kept landing blow after blow, rendering the man’s face hardly recognizable.
“Jey.”
Jimmy said his name again and Jey immediately obeyed the unspoken command. He released Ethan’s shirt and stood, still grinning manically. His face was splattered with red, his knuckles still dripping blood onto the floor.
Jimmy’s eyes turned towards the girls, his expression so menacing that Nattie felt frozen in terror. But he didn’t say anything. He didn’t have to. There was nothing more to be said.
Evie was waiting by the back door when Kai arrived. They had borrowed one of Roman’s old cars to come pick her up—a flashy, gaudy thing she hated but decided not to comment on. Instead, she pulled her hoodie over her head and stumbled towards the curb, fumbling with the door handle.
“Here, I can–” Kai reached across the console to try to help, but Evie slid into the passenger before they could say anything, slamming the door behind her. The smell of rose petals filled the air of the car, the scent so strong that Kai could smell it through their mask.
“Dont say it,” Evie groaned, holding her stomach. “I know, okay? Just drive.”
Kai didn’t argue. They slowly pulled away from the studio, trying not to stare at her packmate as she hugged her knees to her chest and stared out the window.
They were only a few blocks from the studio when Evie’s phone began to ring. She let out a groan. “Fuck!”
Of course the twins had her location. Since she wouldn’t let them shadow her 24/7, they had resorted to technology to keep track of her. No doubt they’d gotten a notification the second she’d left the studio.
Evie silenced her phone and eventually the screen went dark as the call went to voicemail. Evie still stared at the dark screen, unsurprised when it lit up again only a few seconds later.
Kai had never seen that picture of Jey before. It was always a rare sight to see him that happy. Normally he was brooding and angry and angsty over everything. Evie seemed to be the only one who could make him smile like that. Kai wondered why she’d cropped herself out of the picture.
Evie let out another groan and clutched her stomach again, her phone falling to the floor. The scent of rose petals began to saturate the air so thickly that Kai eventually had to crack a window.
“I’m sorry,” Evie whimpered. “And I’m sorry you had to come get me. I know… I know you don’t like leaving the house.”
Kai wasn’t sure what to say to that. For a long time, they’d stayed confined to their room, especially as the conflict between them and Jey had escalated. It was only in the past few weeks that Kai had worked up the courage to leave the upstairs at all, but they’d never left the house alone like this.
“Roman wouldn’t have told the twins,” they murmured, glancing over at Evie. “You know that, right?”
Evie stared out the window. “Yeah, I know.”
“Then why not call him?”
Evie brought her pink hoodie closer to her face. “I don’t want him to see me like this.”
Kai seemed confused, but they didn’t ask any further questions. It wasn’t their way. This conversation was already the most the two of them had spoken in days and Kai already wasn’t much of a talker.
Evie doubled over again and let out a heartbroken sound, pressing her forehead against the window.
“Do you need anything?” Kai had never seen Evie in heat before and wasn’t entirely sure what they were supposed to do. “Should I pull over…?”
“Just get me home, Kai.”
Kai drove them back to the house in record time.
Once they pulled into the driveway, Kai was quick to turn the car off and open the passenger door to help Evie out. She tried to stand but her knees buckled, sagging against the car for support.
“Do you…” Kai seemed uncertain. “Do you need help?”
Evie nodded, her blue eyes glassy with tears. Kai stepped forward uneasily. They weren’t exactly the biggest fan of personal touch, but this was different. Evie, a fellow omega, was in pain. Kai knew from personal experience just how painful the beginning of a heat was, especially without an alpha. Kai decided to be nice and gently wrap a strong arm around the smaller omega’s waist to hold her upright, slowly easing her towards the front door. Evie buried her face into Kai’s neck and clung tightly to their shirt, hobbling forward until they finally made it to the house.
“Where’s Roman?” Evie whispered.
“In his study,” Kai replied. Their dark eyes darted around uneasily. “I don’t think he’ll hear us. Not if we’re quiet.”
Evie nodded and shuffled towards the stairs. She attempted to take a step but then she doubled over in pain again, the scent of rose petals once again blooming in the air around them.
“I can’t…” she gasped. “I can’t do it.”
“I’ve got you.” Kai finally leaned down and picked the smaller omega up with ease. Evie whimpered and buried her face into Kai’s neck again, her small hands clutching at Kai’s shirt so desperately they were worried the fabric would tear.
If Evie was in her right mind, she might have wondered why Kai was so willing to help her. They’d never been particularly close. Evie had never really considered Kai a friend even though they’d been in the same pack for months now.
“You want to be in your nest?” Kai’s tone was nervous again, but Evie was too far gone to notice it. She only nodded, allowing Kai to set her down gently amongst the pink blankets and pillows.
Kai stepped back, glancing warily around Evie’s bedroom. In all their time living with the Bloodline, they’d never been in here before. Why would they? Kai and Evie weren’t close and the twins were too territorial to allow anyone near their nest.
Everything in sight was pink—the blankets, the pillows, the curtains, even the rugs. The only thing that stood out were two dressers, both made of dark wood, that sat on the far side of the room. Other than that, it looked like the twins had allowed Evie to make this space her own. Kai was surprised to see that the room was so neat. The twins were notoriously messy. Evie must run a strict program.
Evie let out another groan and curled up in the pink blankets. The pillows were organized in a perfect circle, the mingled scents of Evie and the twins clinging to the fabric. Kai could see where the twins normally laid, the indentations of their bodies outlined in the sheets. Kai’s heart ached at the sight of Evie alone. She looked so small and lonely in the massive bed.
“You… you have to get their stuff.”
Kai stared down at her in confusion. “What?”
“They can’t come in here,” she whispered. “Not until this is over. You have to get some clothes for them.”
Kai frowned, looking around. They weren’t pleased at the idea of going through the twins’ things, but they understood this is what Evie needed. They searched for a duffle bag and began stuffing some pants and shirts inside, ignoring how the strong woody scents of the twins were now clinging to Kai’s own clothes.
“Look, I know you didn’t ask, but uh… do you really think the twins are going to leave you alone? I mean, you can’t hide this.”
Evie glanced up at them with teary eyes. “You have to keep them out. I can’t have them in here.”
Kai’s frown deepened. Keep the twins out of their own nest? Away from their mate? Who was in heat? This sounded like a disaster waiting to happen.
“Are you sure that’s a good idea?”
The twins weren’t exactly known for their self-restraint. The second they got a whiff of Evie’s sweet omega scent, they’d rip the door off the hinges.
Evie let out another whimper and quickly stripped out of her hoodie. Her entire body was covered in sweat now, her pink leotard and sweatpants soaking wet.
“I don’t know,” she whispered. “It’s been years since I did it alone. But if I let them in here it’ll trigger their ruts. It always does. Then we’ll all be stuck in here for weeks.”
Kai nodded in understanding. Evie’s last heat in August had lasted about two weeks and the three of them had stayed in their shared nest the entire time. With her upcoming show, Kai could understand why she wouldn’t want that. If she did it alone, there’s a chance it’d be much shorter. Though without an alpha, it would be infinitely more painful.
“So you want me to keep them out.”
It was more of a statement than a question, but Evie nodded. “For now.” Her eyes filled with tears. “But I haven’t done it alone in a long time. I… I’m not sure if I should.”
Kai didn’t say anything. Instead, they focused on gathering things they thought the twins would need. Clothes, jewelry, deodorant, shampoo…
“Okay, I’ve got everything.” Kai held up the duffle. “What do you… uh, what do you usually need for your heats?”
Evie motioned weakly to her nightstand. “I’ve got a stash. It should last me a few days.”
“Okay.” Kai shifted uncomfortably. What else were they supposed to do?
“I’m sorry,” Evie apologized again, looking distressed. “They’ll be mad. I know they’ll be mad. I’m sorry to… to put you in this situation.”
“It’s not your fault.” Despite their uneasiness about facing the Usos’ wrath, Kai didn’t feel like Evie was to blame for any of it. “And I get it. You don’t want to miss your show. It’s important.”
Evie nodded, her blue eyes fluttering in agony. Kai hated how small and vulnerable she looked. For the first time, they began to understand just why the twins were so protective of her. And Kai had been through enough heats alone to know just how painful they were without an alpha to help.
“Well, if you don’t need anything else…” Kai trailed off, still feeling uncomfortable. They didn’t feel as though it was necessarily their place to comfort her. They still weren’t close enough for that.
“No, I’ll be okay,” Evie stared up at them, her eyes still glassy with tears. “Thank you.”
Kai nodded, turning away. “You’re welcome.”
By the time the twins arrived, Kai had already informed Roman about the situation. He’d been in an important video call, but he still put the call on mute and allowed Kai to explain everything. When Kai mentioned that Evie wanted to go through her heat alone, Roman’s eyebrows shot up in surprise.
“That’s not like her,” he said, looking concerned. “Is it the show?”
Kai nodded. “She said she can’t miss any more rehearsals. She wants us to keep the twins away so their ruts won’t be triggered. You know how they are.”
“I do.” Roman pursed his lips thoughtfully. “We’ll have to discuss this more after my meeting. It’s about the Lesnar deal. Just give me a few more minutes.”
But Kai didn’t have a few more minutes. The twins were here now, the door to the limousine slamming shut before they both came bursting into the main foyer. Kai was waiting for them.
“Where is she?” Jey immediately demanded. His face was already a mask of anger, his dark eyes burning as he stared the omega down. Jimmy held out a hand.
“We saw she left the studio,” he said, his tone much calmer than his brother’s. “Is she here? Did something happen?”
Kai watched them warily. Jimmy seemed calm enough, but Jey was already jerking away from his brother to angrily pace back and forth. Kai noted that his knuckles were stained red, his face splattered with blood. Kai resisted the urge to sigh audibly.
“She’s upstairs,” they finally said, keeping their voice level. “But she doesn’t want to see you.”
“What?” Jey stopped dead in his tracks. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
“Uce, chill,” Jimmy once again tried to calm his brother down. “Just listen.”
Jey huffed angrily, running his bloodstained hands through his hair.
“She went into heat while she was at the studio,” Kai said flatly. “She called me to come get her.”
“What?”
Both twins spoke at once, their dark eyes staring at Kai in shock and confusion. What Kai was saying didn’t make sense. Evie had called Kai? Instead of them? No. No, surely there must be some mistake.
“It ain’t time for her heat,” Jimmy said. His brow was furrowed in confusion, his body posture stiff. “She never has it this time of year.”
Kai shrugged. It seemed pretty obvious that Evie’s heat had been triggered by stress, though the twins seemed to be having trouble comprehending the situation.
“Why would she call you?” Jey spat the words like venom. “Why ain’t she call us?”
Kai felt a surge of anger at Jey’s words, but they kept their face neutral. “She said she doesn’t want you near her. She wants to go through this alone.”
Jey’s nostrils flared, the oppressive scent of his anger now flooding the air around them. Kai hated how their body had an instinctual reaction to the smell. They could feel the hairs on the back of their neck standing up, their skin prickling with discomfort as their biology screamed DANGER DANGER DANGER.
“That don’t make any sense,” Jimmy said. He didn’t seem as angry as his brother. At least, not yet. He still just seemed confused. “I mean, sure, we had a little fight this morning, but she wouldn’t avoid us. Not for this.”
Kai’s hawkish eyes tracked Jey as he began to pace again, still glaring daggers in Kai’s direction.
“She said she doesn’t want this to trigger your ruts,” Kai replied. “She doesn’t want her heat to last longer than it needs to. Not with the show coming up.”
Realization dawned on Jimmy’s face. “Oh.”
“This is some fucking bullshit,” Jey snarled. He was circling behind his brother, his lips curled to flash his grillz. “She ain’t ever done this before. You’re a fucking liar.”
Now Kai’s temper began to slip. “Why would I lie about this?” they demanded. “And it makes sense. It’s her biggest show of the year. She’s the lead. Of course she wants this done and over with. Can you blame her?”
Jey growled low in the back of his throat, the sound instinctively causing Kai’s body to go cold. They hated that this confrontation was bringing up old memories of their time with the Judgment Day, Jey’s simmering eyes a haunting reflection of Finn’s.
“Look, we need to talk to her.” Jimmy, as usual, didn’t see (or care) that Jey’s anger was escalating. “Is she upstairs?”
Kai blocked the stairway. “Yeah, but she doesn’t want to see you. She made her wishes very clear.”
Jey’s face went red, letting out another loud snarl. This time, Jimmy didn’t stop him when he lunged forward to get in Kai’s face.
“Get out of the way!” he bellowed. “You’re a fucking liar. And you ain’t keeping me from my mate. From my wife. Move! Or I’ll beat your fucking ass.”
Despite every instinct in Kai’s body screaming at them to cower away, they still straightened their spine and maintained Jey’s furious gaze. It didn’t matter that Kai and Evie didn’t normally get along. Hell, it didn’t even matter that Kai didn’t always like Evie. Another omega needed help. Kai wasn’t going to back down from a fight, even if it was Evie’s own mates.
“You can try,” Kai growled, keeping their voice low. “But I promise you I have more experience being stubborn. And being an omega.”
Jey snarled again and Kai’s body went cold. They could see how Jey’s bloodstained hands were flexing at his sides, no doubt preparing to swing. Jimmy stood back and allowed it, his own lip curled in anger.
“What’s going on here?”
Roman hadn’t spoken very loudly, but Jey jerked away from Kai as if he’d been shouted at. He immediately moved back to his brother’s side, still growling.
The energy of the room changed when Roman stepped into it. The twins were already avoiding his eyes, their tempers cooling at the sight of their pack leader. Roman had a way of filling the room with an easy dominance, leaving no doubt of who was in charge here.
“You alright?” Roman rested a reassuring hand on the small of Kai’s back, his gaze concerned. He seemed to be searching for any signs of fear or anxiety, a common sight these days whenever Jey was involved. But Kai wasn’t afraid or anxious. At least, not visibly. They still had their spine straight, their hawkish eyes wary, but uncompromising as they glanced over at the twins.
“I’m fine,” they murmured. “Just had a little disagreement.”
Once Roman was certain the younger omega was okay, he turned his full attention to the twins, who skittered nervously beneath his gaze.
“I know you weren’t about to hit another member of your pack, Jey,” Roman murmured, his voice dangerously low. “Were you?”
Jey paced anxiously behind his brother, refusing to meet Roman’s eyes.
“I wasn’t gonna do nothin’,” he muttered. “I ain’t stupid.”
“Are you sure?” Roman’s tone was scathing and the twins grimaced. “Because only an idiot would get in my omega’s face and talk like that. Unless they wanted to get their ass beat.”
Jey moved closer to Jimmy, naturally gravitating towards his brother in the face of a direct threat. But Jimmy made no move to shield him. Instead, he bowed his head when Roman got closer, unwilling to challenge his pack leader’s authority.
“You think I won’t do it?” Roman snarled. “You think I won’t beat you black and blue right here? Right now? And maybe I should. Maybe that’s the only way you’ll learn.”
Jey’s face went pale, his hands flexing uselessly at his side. He tried to move even closer to his brother but Roman’s hand shot out, grabbing Jey by the shirt. Jimmy glanced up in alarm. It was clear he was struggling between the instinct to protect his brother and obey his pack leader, but when Roman snarled again, the sound more animalistic than human, the desire to submit won out. He averted his eyes and kept his head bowed, unwilling to intervene.
“You get in Kai’s face one more time and I’ll do it,” Roman hissed, pulling Jey close. “I’ll beat you so bad you’ll be laid up in your bed for weeks. Because I won’t put up with it anymore, Jey. I made that clear weeks ago. Whatever this little beef you got with Kai needs to stop. I’m fucking over it.”
Jey didn’t even try to struggle. His body naturally went limp in his pack leader’s grip, his head bowed in submission. His entire face was devoid of color, his hands dangling uselessly at his sides. If Roman saw fit to punish him, he wouldn’t fight it. He never did. Not when he knew he deserved it.
The room was unbearably quiet now. No one moved. Roman’s eyes continued to burn with anger, holding Jey like a disobedient pup as he contemplated his next move. Kai kept their expression neutral as they watched the scene unfold. While they certainly weren’t Jey’s biggest fan, they still weren’t eager to see Roman dole out violence right here in the foyer. Not when Evie was upstairs suffering.
Roman seemed to agree. He loosened his grip on Jey’s shirt, his temper retreating just as quickly as it flared.
“But I won’t do it today,” Roman murmured. “Because I know you’re worried about Evelyn. And I know that’s what this is about.”
Jey seemed surprised when Roman finally released him, though he didn’t hesitate to scamper back to his brother’s side, allowing Jimmy to rest a protective hand on his twin’s arm.
“Look, we’re sorry we lost our temper,” Jimmy croaked, his voice hoarse. “But this ain’t normal for her. We’re worried. And now we’re being told we can’t even see her. What are we supposed to think?”
Roman’s eyes simmered, the threat of his anger looming again. “You saying Kai’s a liar?”
Jey threw a venomous glance in Kai’s direction, but Jimmy, ever his brother’s keeper, was quick to intervene.
“‘Course not, uce. But we gotta at least talk to her. Make sure this is what she wants. You can understand that, right?”
Jimmy looked so distressed that Roman visibly softened. His Right Hand Man had the same protective instincts as Roman did—that innate desire to take care of those closest to him. Roman could understand that. And he could understand how hard these next few days were going to be for them.
“She’s got a phone,” Roman said, not unkindly. “She’ll talk when she’s ready. But until then, you’ll stay away from her. She doesn’t want your ruts triggered and frankly, neither do I. We’ve got too much shit to do. So let Kai take care of it and stay out of the way. That’s an order.”
Jimmy deflated, his shoulders slumping as if he were a puppet with his strings cut. Jey looked like he wanted to argue, but another glance from Roman had him biting his tongue.
“They can’t go upstairs either,” Kai murmured. “The second they catch her scent it’ll be over.”
Roman nodded. “I agree. So you’ll sleep in the shared nest until you’re told otherwise. Understand?”
The twins nodded dejectedly. While the bond between a pack leader and his subordinates was strong, the bond between mates was stronger. The only reason the twins were willing to defer to him now was because they hadn’t managed to see or smell Evie yet. If they saw her in distress or caught a whiff of her omega scent, his orders wouldn’t matter anymore. They’d be driven by their protective instincts—instincts stronger than their submission to the more dominant alpha.
“All our shit is upstairs,” Jey said weakly. “We ain’t even got any clothes.”
Kai handed him a duffel bag, their expression almost sympathetic. “Evie wanted me to pack you a few things. She feels bad about kicking you out.”
Jey hesitated, as if he were expecting a trick, but Kai held the bag out further and Jey eventually accepted it. Roman watched the exchange with narrowed eyes. Despite all the progress they’d made, Jey still didn’t trust Kai. Roman could feel his anger growing again and he quickly turned away.
“Clean yourself up,” he muttered. “Then you can come to my office and explain why you’re covered in blood.”
The next two days were torturous. The twins were practically feral, snarling at anyone who tried to speak to them. They wouldn’t eat. They barely slept. By the second night, Roman had to order them to lay in the shared nest just to give everyone else a chance to relax.
The shared nest in the living room had been Evie’s idea. She’d used Jimmy’s credit card to buy an enormous couch, as well as an overabundance of blankets and pillows that she’d organized to make the space cozy. No one would ever admit it, but they all liked the shared nest. Everyone’s scent clung to the fabric, a comforting reminder that no matter their differences, the Bloodline was a family. They all belonged together, whether they liked it or not.
But now the entire household was avoiding the shared nest like the plague. With the twins sleeping there, the entire living room looked like a war zone. Their clothes and toiletries had been thrown haphazardly around the room, the neat pillows and blankets that Evie had so meticulously stacked now destroyed. The room smelled of anger and stress, deterring visitors and keeping the entire house on edge.
Roman had tried to send the twins out to run some errands, just to keep them occupied, but after they pissed off a supplier and beat up a dock worker, Roman decided it was best to keep them home. Now they spent hours prowling near the bottom of the staircase, trying to be as close to their mate as Roman would allow.
Kai made sure to check on Evie periodically. She was in unbearable pain, certainly more pain that Kai had anticipated. On the second day, Kai brought cold compresses and plenty of Gatorade, though it was clear Evie was fighting a losing battle.
When they knocked on the door, Evie didn’t answer. Kai found her passed out in the sheets, her nude body soaked with sweat. Kai rushed to her side.
“Evie?”
They brought the cold washcloth to her forehead, trying to cool her off.
“Evie, are you with me?”
Her blue eyes fluttered, letting out a low moan. “Jimmy…”
“No, it’s me. It’s Kai.”
Evie moaned again, forcing her eyes to open more. She reached out a hand to weakly clutch at Kai’s arm, her gaze heartbroken.
“Jey…”
“It’s alright.” Kai dabbed her forehead again, hoping that some of the cold would bring down her fever. “It’s alright, just relax for me. Why haven’t you been drinking anything?”
The water Kai had brought earlier was still sitting unopened on the bedside table. Evie shook her head.
“I can’t keep anything down,” she whispered. “I didn’t want to throw up anymore.”
“Well, you have to drink something.” Kai tried not to stare at her from where she laid in the sheets. It was strange seeing her like this. Normally she was just so poised and graceful. Her hair was always perfect, her skin flawless and her makeup on point. Kai had never seen her so vulnerable before. “Can you sit up?”
Evie shook her head and Kai wrapped an arm around her waist, ignoring the sweat staining their shirt.
“You have to sit up, Evie. You have to drink something. Come on.”
It took a lot of effort. Evie was practically a ragdoll, her body limp in Kai’s arms. As they moved, Kai could smell more of her arousal bleeding into the air around them. It smelled impossibly sweet, like honeysuckle or gardenia. Why did she always smell like flowers?
“Here.” Kai brought some Gatorade to Evie’s lips. “Drink something. You’ll feel better.”
Evie opened her mouth and obediently drank, her eyes still closed as she swayed uneasily agailnst the headboard. Kai kept her steady.
The air was thick with her scent. It was sweeter than usual, an indicator that she was in heat. Whenever she shifted, Kai could smell her arousal too, her inner thighs soaked with it. Kai knew that her body was suffering now, no doubt punishing her for not having an alpha’s knot buried deep inside her. Kai knew that pain. Knew how agonizing it was. Kai wondered if it felt worse since she hadn’t done this alone in years.
Evie finished the Gatorade and slumped back into the sheets, letting out another moan. Kai set the bottle to the side.
“Better?”
Evie shook her head. “Hurts,” she whimpered. “I forgot how much it hurts.”
She looked so sad that Kai’s chest ached. “I know.”
They brought the washcloth back to her forehead, hoping to cool her off. Evie shivered, even though her body was unbearably hot to the touch.
“Where are they?”
Kai sighed. “They’re downstairs.”
“Do they…” Evie’s voice shook. “Do they miss me?”
“Miss you?” The question was so ridiculous that Kai had to lean back and stare at her. “Evie, they’re driving everyone in this house insane. Paul’s already threatened to lock them in the basement.”
Evie didn’t smile. She couldn’t. Not when she was in this much pain. “I need them,” she whispered. “I can’t do this alone.”
Kai hesitated. While it would be easy to convince her to allow the twins in to help, they knew that might not be what she wanted. Kai didn’t want to pressure her either way.
“It hurts so bad.” Evie let out a small sob, tears streaming down her sweaty cheeks. “It’s been so many years. I forgot how much it hurts.”
“I know. You said that already.” Kai really wasn’t sure what else to say to comfort her. They had never taken care of someone else like this before.
Evie let out another sob, writhing back and forth in agony. More of her scent flooded the air, the smell so strong that Kai almost felt dizzy with it.
“I can’t…” she gasped. “I can’t do it.”
“It’s alright.” Kai wiped some more sweat from her brow, trying to soothe her. “It’s going to be okay.”
Evie let out a cry, her back arching as more pain wracked her small body. Kai grew more concerned. While heats were notoriously painful without an alpha, Kai had never seen an omega in so much pain before. Evie was looking worse with each passing minute, her skin devoid of color even though she was glistening with sweat and her skin was feverish to the touch. She looked like she was being tortured from the inside out.
“Evie…”
“Help me!” Evie’s eyes were suddenly wild, her small hands clawing at Kai’s arm so desperately the skin broke. “Kai, please…”
The smell of rose petals and honeysuckle turned sour as another scent began to fill the air. Fear.
“Tell me what you need.” Kai tried to keep their voice from shaking, but Evie was beginning to scare them. They’d never seen her like this before.
“I need them,” she panted, thrashing her head from side to side. “I need them. Please…”
“Are you sure?” Kai didn’t want to see her in pain, but they also didn’t want her to regret any decisions she might have made in the heat of the moment. “What about your show?”
Evie practically wailed, her head whipping back and forth as the scent of fear began to cloud the air around them. “I don’t care!” she practically screamed. “I can’t do it. Help me. Help me, please!”
That was enough.
Kai quickly stood, making a beeline for the door. As important as Evie’s show was to her, that couldn’t matter anymore. Not when she was in this much pain and begging for the only thing that could help make it better. Her body, it would seem, wouldn’t allow her to go through this heat alone. And with the way she was writhing and screaming, Kai was certain that going through this alone might kill her.
The stairs were far enough away that Kai had to sprint, grateful that the twins were there waiting.
“She needs you,” Kai gasped, gripping the railing for support. Their heart was thundering out of their chest, feeling more afraid for Evie than she’d ever been before. “She needs you now.”
The twins were moving before Kai even got the words out.
They climbed the stairs with inhuman speed, racing down the hallway towards their shared bedroom. They could smell the scent of fear before they even got to the open door. It was beginning to saturate the hallway, her normally sweet omega scent turning sour, the same way it always did whenever she was distressed.
They found her sobbing in their shared nest, her small body curled in on itself as she clung desperately to the sheets. Her blonde hair was plastered to her sweaty forehead, her body shuddering in pain.
The twins understood the problem immediately. Her body was fighting this. Now that she was mated, she wasn’t supposed to go through her heats alone. Her body remembered. And now it was using every weapon in its arsenal to lure her mates back to her. Arousal, fear, distress… anything to make things right.
And it worked.
The twins tried to take a step forward into the room, but the overpowering scent of her arousal and fear had them stumbling. They were already overwhelmed with their own emotions—anger, fear, sadness—and it was all adding fuel to the fires of their arousal. Her scent, her sweet omega scent, had them spiralling towards something uncontrollable. Something primal.
“Fuck!” Jimmy stumbled into the wall, desperately trying to fight the tidal wave of emotions threatening to overtake him. Jey was no better. He’d already collapsed to the floor, shaking his head back and forth in a weak attempt to collect himself.
But there was no use fighting it. The twins loved her too much. They needed her too much, the same way she needed them. And now their instincts would take over, allowing nature to run its course.
Another pulse of her scent bloomed in the air and this time there was no fear. Her own instincts could sense that her mates were close, using her body to lure them back to her.
Rose petals. Honeysuckle. Gardenia.
Everything sweet and perfect about her that the twins adored. It lured them in like a siren’s call, causing both twins to stumble over their own feet in their haste to get close to her. And when she parted her legs, revealing the arousal coating her inner thighs, it was all over. The twins fully succumbed, their brains shutting off as they let their biology finally take over.
The bed was soaked. No doubt they would have to burn the sheets when this was all over. The air was humid, Evie’s sweet omega scent filling the air with every powerful thrust of Jimmy’s hips. The twins had wasted no time climbing into the bed and sticking their already hardening cocks inside her. They had no other choice. Their bodies were driven by instinct now, their ruts pushing them to mate. To breed.
Jimmy let out a rumbling sound in the back of his throat, his hands gripping her hips as he pounded her from behind. Evie shuddered and arched her back, her body responding like a finely tuned instrument. This is what her body had been craving. The pain inside her was finally gone, her insides now thrumming with electric energy as her alphas took care of her.
Jey had his hands tangled in Evie’s hair, keeping her up as he pistoned in and out of her open mouth. She let out a pleased hum, the vibration causing Jey to let out a strangled groan at the feeling.
Evie’s knees slid wider in the wet sheets, her back arching even more, and Jimmy made a pleased sound, his hands gripping her hips so tightly that it left bruises on her delicate skin. She could feel his knot beginning to form, the pressure causing a new wave of bliss to rush through her. She let out another hum and Jey’s own knot began to form in her mouth, causing more arousal to gush between her legs.
It all felt positively transcendent. Every instinct in her body felt pacified now, her body singing with pleasure now that she had allowed nature to take its course. All she could feel now was pleasure. Helpless, divine pleasure.
Jimmy leaned down and bit down on her shoulder, still grinding into her as he chased his orgasm. They always wanted to bite whenever they got like this, once again driven by instinct to mark their territory. Jimmy seemed eager to blaze a warpath on Evie’s ivory skin with his mouth, nibbling and biting until she let out a high-pitched keen, her back muscles flexing beautifully beneath him.
Evie could feel the pressure on her insides as Jimmy’s knot swelled, her mouth opening further as Jey’s knot grew bigger too. It was almost here. Her body was practically shaking with excitement, eager to take everything the twins had to give her.
Jimmy continued to bite near her shoulder blade, his ravenous teeth sinking deep into the skin just to watch with satisfaction as the blood rushed to the surface, claiming yet another spot on his omega’s body. He continued to grind deep inside, letting out a low growl as his knot swelled even bigger.
Jey still had her up by the hair, his lip curled into a snarl as he pounded the back of her throat. He wanted nothing more than to knot her mouth and keep her there, his instincts driving him to claim every inch of this hole for himself.
Evie could sense when they were both close. They were still moving in tandem, their thrusts matching in intensity as they continued to grind deep inside her. And when they came, they came together, the same way they always did—as if they were one person blessed with two bodies.
Evie lost all sense of time and direction. All she could focus on was Jimmy’s knot swelling and pulsing inside her, hot cum flooding her womb. Jey’s knot did the same, keeping her jaw locked tight as he spilled down her throat. Her entire body shook with excitement and joy, a new wave of euphoria washing over her at the feeling. She clenched down hard on Jimmy’s length as she came, Jimmy’s knot adding pressure to that sensitive bundle of nerves inside her until she was seeing stars.
The room seemed quiet now, but Evie was happier than she’d ever been. She kept her back arched and allowed Jimmy’s knot to keep pulsing inside her, keeping them tied together. She didn’t even try to pull away from Jey, instead keeping her mouth open and allowing Jey’s cum to trickle down her throat. She could feel Jimmy running reassuring hands down her sides, his touch much more gentle now they were tied together. He let out a low rumbling sound, leaning down to lick at the skin he’d torn on her shoulder blade in a wordless apology.
She looked up through teary eyes to see Jey caressing the side of her face. His pupils were blown wide with lust, his brow furrowed as if he were trying to form human words but couldn’t. Instead, he let out a low rumble of his own, his gentle hands trying to convey all the love and care he felt for her, even in the middle of his rut.
Evie relaxed further, her mind growing hazy. She was vaguely aware of her jaw aching, but she didn’t care. She stared up at Jey with glassy eyes, finally letting out a low subvocal purr that had him moaning again.
They stayed tied like that for a while. Evie could do nothing but stay nice and docile for them, purring around Jey’s cock as his knot continued to pulse hot cum down her throat. Jimmy kept letting out low rumbles and growls, his gentle hands letting her know that he was still here. Still taking care of her.
When Jey finally pulled out, Evie let out a wet gasp, cum and saliva spilling from her open mouth and onto the sheets. She coughed and Jey let out a distressed sound, leaning forward to nose affectionately at her cheek. Even at his most animalistic, his instincts still drove him to worry about her.
She let out another purr, allowing Jey to scent her cheek and neck. His scent of fresh rain and sandalwood was in her nose now, the familiar smell causing her to smile and purr louder. Jimmy quickly followed, gently pulling out and climbing up beside her so he could scent mark her too.
The three of them settled into their nest. It wouldn’t be long before the twins would be up and ready again, but for now they were enjoying this brief reprieve. All three of them were sticky with sweat and arousal, but nobody noticed. Nobody cared. This moment was special. Sacred. A reminder that the three of them were one. One unit. One family. One bloodline.
The twins curled protectively around Evie on instinct, both of them nosing behind her ear to offer her more of their scent. Evie continued to let out a subvocal purr, the sound causing both alphas to relax and press closer to each other. Even in the middle of his rut, Jimmy still felt the instinct to take care of his brother too, occasionally leaning up to ensure that Jey was still happy. Still safe. But every time Jimmy lifted his head, Jey would just smile, offering his brother a reassuring nip behind the ear before settling back down beside their mate. There was nothing to worry about. They were here. They were together. And that was all that mattered.
Evie ached.
Every single muscle was sore. Fingers, toes, legs, arms, chest, jaw, even her forehead ached. And she was hungry. Unbearably hungry. Her stomach rumbled and she clutched at the blankets around her, letting out a low moan.
“There she is.” Jimmy’s voice cut through the pain, his soft lips pressing a gentle kiss to her hair. “You with us, baby?”
“Hm?” Evie raised her head in confusion, blinking some of the bleariness out of her eyes. It took some time to realize that she was in her bed, Jey leaning back against the headboard as he kept her close to his chest. Jimmy was standing beside them, his expression concerned.
“How you feelin’?”
Jimmy’s question brought all the memories rushing back. Their fight before rehearsal. Her heat triggered on stage. Kai coming to get her. Two days of loneliness and pain. The fear. The agony. Then the pleasure. Evie let out another groan.
“I feel like I’ve been hit by a bus.”
Both twins chuckled.
“Yeah, I can relate.” Jey leaned back to stare at her. His mullet was sticking up in all directions, his neck covered in bites and hickeys. Evie grimaced.
“Sorry,” she murmured, reaching up to touch a particularly brutal mark she’d left behind his ear. “I don’t remember doing that.”
Jey smiled, looking amused. “Well, I don’t remember any of these either.” He ran a gentle hand down her arm and Evie realized she was covered from head to toe in bites of her own. Her arms, her chest, even her legs were various shades of red and purple. Some bites were so deep the skin had broken, dried blood caked around the grooves where their teeth had been.
“Jesus,” she murmured. “How long were we out?”
Jimmy checked his phone. “Six days it looks like. Not nearly as bad as August though. I think it’s because this one was unplanned.”
Evie leaned back against Jey’s chest, allowing him to play with her hair. She was acutely aware that the three of them smelled horrible—not nearly as appealing now that she was out of her heat and thinking clearly. None of them had showered in days. The sheets beneath them were still wet and reeked of bodily fluids while the room remained humid with their stench. Evie wrinkled her nose.
“We need a shower.”
Jey nodded. “Maybe two. Or three. Maybe even a bath too.”
“We need to burn these sheets too.”
“Probably best just throw out the whole mattress.”
“And air out the room. It smells like something died in here.”
Jey’s mouth quirked into a smile. “Come on, now. We ain’t smell that bad.”
“Yes, we do,” Jimmy interjected, though he still climbed back into the bed, wrapping an arm around both of them. “And I’m so hungry I could eat at least three pizzas. Maybe four.”
“Well why you getting back in the bed then?” Jey scolded. “Go get us something! I could fuck up some Papa Johns right now.”
“Me? You ain’t doing nothing. You go get it.”
“You was already up! Seems like you got more energy than us.”
“Bullshit. You just being lazy like always.”
Evie giggled. If the twins were arguing again, that meant all was right with the world. She leaned back to look at Jimmy, grinning when she saw his frizzy hair.
“You look like you stick your fingers in electrical sockets for fun.”
Jimmy raised an eyebrow. “Is that so?”
“Mm hm. You look like a crazy person.”
“He is a crazy person,” Jey muttered, though he made no move to push his brother away. If anything, he leaned back further against the headboard and adjusted Evie so she could lay between the both of them, their tattooed bodies pressing close to hers as if they had nowhere else to be.
The three of them were silent for a while. Jey continued to run his fingers through Evie’s hair while Jimmy pressed gentle kisses to her forehead, both of their hands warm against her exposed skin. Eventually it was Evie who broke the silence.
“I’m sorry,” she murmured. “I’m sorry I didn’t call you. I just thought… well, I don’t know. I thought maybe I could do this alone. But I was wrong. And I’m sorry.”
The twins both paused, each of them leaning down to press a tender kiss to her cheek.
“It ain’t your fault, baby,” Jimmy murmured. “We understand why you did it. We just hate that you was in so much pain.”
Jey nodded in agreement. “You ain’t gotta apologize. Not for this.”
Evie sank deeper into their arms, eventually reaching out to play with one of Jimmy’s hands. She waited a long time before speaking again, but the twins didn’t rush her. They knew she needed time to find her words.
“It hurt so bad,” she admitted. “I didn’t know it’d be like that. If you hadn’t been here… well, I don’t know what would have happened. I’m glad you stuck around.”
Both twins let out a laugh.
“Baby, where’d you think we was gonna go?” Jey asked, incredulous. “You’re our mate. Our wife. You think we’d just let you suffer here all by yourself? Now who’s a crazy person?”
Evie giggled, burying her face into Jey’s chest. Jimmy leaned down and nosed behind her ear, the fresh smell of rain and cedarwood in her nose again.
“We ain’t leaving you, baby,” Jimmy murmured. “You oughta know that by now.”
Evie once again hid in the crook of Jey’s arm, only giggling when Jey urged her out from her hiding place, peppering her face with kisses. “Yeah, you ain’t ever getting rid of us,” he rumbled, nosing at her too until she could smell his sandalwood scent in her nose. “Not now. Not ever.”
Jimmy found a dry blanket and wrapped the three of them up in it. They all had a million things to do after this—bathe, eat, clean, then eventually face the world they’d left behind, but right now it didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered was the three of them.
a collaboration with @minteagalaxea and @spiicii
header created by the amazing @dpriestxripleysgirl
status: in development
roman reigns x original character (kai yeung)
the usos x original character (evelyn fatu)
table of contents ->
☽ - written by @minteagalaxea. ☼ - written by @spiicii.
☽ stone fruit.
☼ needy.
synopsis ->
an open anthology series that explores the lives of the bloodline pack – a powerful crime family operating on the west coast. roman reigns, leader of the pack, relies on his twin cousins, the usos, as well as their younger brother solo to keep their legal (and illegal) businesses running smoothly. the pack's "wiseman", paul heyman, provides wisdom and legal counsel as the family is forced to deal with rival packs, politicians, and the authorities.
evie, the mate of both uso twins, has been with the family for seven years. it's rare for an omega to have two mates, making evie a target in a society that already looks down on her kind. the newest addition to the bloodline, kai, quickly becomes indispensable due to their knowledge and fighting abilities, and develops a close bond with roman. while kai and roman grow to rely on each other, they still remain unmated. sort of.
general warnings ->
mdni, 18+ only, omegaverse au, alpha/beta/omega dynamics, unprotected sex, rut/heat cycles, violence, discussions of infertility, social hierarchies, more warnings to be added
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roman reigns (leati joseph anoaʻi) • 40 • alpha • the leader
scent: ocean water and citrus
the oldest of the family, and the leader of the family
serious, intimidating, and simultaneously exasperated by his family as the one primarily holding the brain cell, so to speak
his harsh nature and demands are often a front to protect his family from harm, but he truly cares and is more amiable in normal situations
can have moments of levity, though they tend to be rare due to him being a workaholic
rescued kai from their previous pack, and enjoys their company the most—their relationship is complicated
kai yeung • they/them • 27 • omega • the statue
scent: unknown (they are frequently wearing patches)
the newest member of the bloodline pack, rescued/bought 3 years ago from the judgment day
stoic and particular, they’re noted to have ties to crime families in asia and are a capable fighter; they’re considered one of the bloodline’s best assets
somewhat agoraphobic, and doesn’t generally public spaces, but can be persuaded to leave
frequently confused as a beta or even an alpha due to their stature, demeanor, and touch-averse nature, and infertility
despite a rough beginning, kai is close to evie, the other omega in the pack
jimmy uso (jonathan fatu) • 40 • alpha • the right hand man
scent: fresh rain and cedarwood
the oldest of the fatu siblings and jey’s twin brother
as the oldest, roman relies on him more than the others
inseparable from his twin – one cannot exist without the other
shares a mate with his twin, something that is completely unheard of in this universe
generally more level-headed than jey though still prone to aggressive outbursts
despite his lighthearted exterior, jimmy takes his role as the right hand man seriously and does not question roman’s authority
jey uso (joshua fatu) • 40 • alpha • the enforcer
scent: fresh rain and sandalwood
jimmy’s younger twin brother
cannot exist without his twin brother – they are two halves of a whole
shares a mate with his twin, something that is completely unheard of in this universe
generally the more aggressive of the two and prone to reckless decision-making
although kind to those he cares about, jey is known for his anger outbursts and protective instincts
jimmy and jey’s mate, one of the only known omegas to have two mates simultaneously
principal at the san francisco ballet, evie is a known ballet dancer with exceptional technical skills and magnetic stage presence
rescued by the bloodline pack eight years ago and has been loyal to the pack ever since
roman relies on her to soothe the twins’ frequent tempers and maintain peace within the family
generally stays out of bloodline business though certainly enjoys the luxuries and privileges afforded to her
although their relationship had a rocky start, evie is close friends with kai, the only other omega in the pack
solo sikoa (joseph fatu) • 32 • alpha • the enforcer
scent: sea salt and coconut
youngest of the fatu siblings
particularly skilled in violence and is often called upon for any dirty work
strong, stoic, and mostly silent, solo has not yet found a mate
frequently seen around the estate with a towel on his head, much to everyone’s confusion as he cleans up rather nicely
paul heyman• 60 • beta • the wiseman
manager of the bloodline estate and in charge of the family’s financial and business endeavors
roman’s special counsel who advises the family as a close and trusted friend
well-connected, smooth talking, and often tasked with handling all legal (and illegal) matters
is a lawyer, and has represented the bloodline on many occasions, and can get them out of legal trouble
the omegaverse: explained
what is it?
the omegaverse, also called A/B/O, is an alternate universe (au) following the hierarchy of wolves. A/B/O stands for alpha, beta, and omega–the main three hierarchies within the system.
the social hierarchy
alphas
alphas are the highest rank in the omegaverse. they are protective, physically bigger, and can be highly aggressive. while multiple alphas can exist in one pack, generally only one alpha can be considered the leader. alphas have many things that differentiate them from the other types, ranging from physical characteristics, psychological attributes, and physiology. among one of the common traits is the knot at the base of an alpha’s penis that expands when the alpha is close to orgasm and is pushed into the omega to lock themselves in to increase the chance of conception. while alphas are generally male, it is possible for other genders to be alphas as well. alphas generally experience what’s called a rut at least once a year, though sometimes more depending on the alpha’s biology, psychological state, and temperament. alphas usually have a strong scent though this scent can become threatening if an alpha is in a rut.
omegas
omegas are generally at the bottom of the social hierarchy. they tend to be physically smaller than alphas and their main purpose is to conceive and carry offspring. while omegas are generally female, it is possible for other genders to be omegas as well. omegas generally experience what is called a heat at least once a year, though sometimes more depending on the omega’s biology, psychological state, and temperament. omegas usually have a sweet scent that becomes sweeter when an omega is in heat.
betas
betas are in the middle of the social hierarchy. while they are able to detect scents and scent others, they do not have the anatomical or biological parts of either an alpha or omega. their scent is generally weaker though often calming to both alphas and omegas. betas are able to reproduce with both alphas and omegas.
key terminology
rut
a rut is a state of heightened sexual activity, similar to an animal’s breeding season, in which alphas become more aggressive, compete for omegas, and may stop eating to focus on mating. alphas usually have a strong scent though this scent can become threatening if an alpha is in a rut. ruts usually last 3-5 days and generally impair an alpha’s ability to speak, think rationally, and function normally. highly territorial in this state, alphas will fight and even kill other alphas they perceive as rivals to protect their desired mate.
heat
a heat is a state of heightened sexual activity when the omega becomes the most fertile and receptive to mating. while omegas are able to conceive outside of their heats, it is rare. omegas usually have a sweet scent that becomes sweeter when an omega is in heat. heats usually last 3-5 days and generally impair an omega’s ability to speak, think rationally, and function normally. in this state, omegas are highly submissive and focused on breeding, often prioritizing finding a suitable alpha and a secluded den to experience their heat. without a mate, heats are known to be extremely painful.
knot/knotting
a bulge of muscles at the base of an alpha’s penis that swells when an alpha is close to ejaculation. its purpose is to keep an alpha and omega from separating during and after ejaculation to ensure conception. a knot can last anywhere from 30 minutes to an hour.
scenting/marking
alphas, omegas, and betas give off very specific scents as a personal marker of their secondary sex. they all have the ability to scent others, which is simply the process of spreading their specific scent on another person or object (often by physically rubbing against them). mated pairs will often mix their scents together and alphas will often mark their omega as a way to claim them and ward off other alphas. scent glands are generally found behind the ear, near the wrists, and near the genitals.
nest/nesting
a nest is a structure that most omegas will build to feel safe and secure. most commonly built during heats or while pregnant. a nest can vary in appearance and size, but it serves as a way to keep omegas calm and maintain the family unit. many omegas prefer for the nest to be hidden. some still consider nest-building to be a part of an omega’s courtship or heat cycle process.
suppressants
medication given to an alpha or omega to suppress rut or heat cycles. it can also suppress fertility of the individuals and is often referred to in conversations about birth control.
genre ⇢ smut (minors do not interact) . mild plot
word count ⇢ 1.21k
content warnings ⇢ daddy kink . multiple orgasms (female receiving) . age gap (reader is in early twenties) . mild dollification . manhandling . collaring .
inspiration ⇢ my mom being a nail tech . press-on nails .
songs ⇢ “mmmh” by kai (x) . “mirror” by tanerélle and sabrina claudio (x)
read also ⇢ "jelly coffin" (x)
note ⇢ happy birthday @spiicii 🩶 i adore you and am so grateful for you and i hope you love the sequel to "jelly coffin" hehe also sorry this was later than intended
ballerina nails mimic the coffin nail cousin with tapering sides into a narrower, square tip. their similarities generally lead to them being used interchangeably; however, the primary difference is that the ballerina nails have more rounded sides, meant to evoke the shape of the pointe shoe, the defining footwear of ballerinas. it offers a softer, more delicate look while simultaneously extending finger length.
she rested her nails into the uv lamp, letting the first coat of polish cure as she gazed up at the wall of her nail technician’s studio, seeing the wide array of colors on the wall, before her eyes lit up.
roman’s sugar baby had sent her a link to a pink-orange nude polish that she tried a few weeks ago, saying it was a fun alternative to her brown-based nudes. her eyes immediately scoured the shelves upon shelves of polish on the wall, eyes lighting up when she found it. “could i have that color, please?” she requested, her free hand pointing up to the specific polish brand that was on the product description of the link.
her nail technician, a sweet lady that charged her relatively low and who she tipped extremely high, turned to grab the polish down from the shelf, also handing her a swatch to compare it to. she nodded with surety, smiling as the technician applied the first coat of it, then using a magnet to align the particles.
she thought about jey and what he would think about the shift in color, and even the slight deviation in shape, even if not by much. she supposed she could sway him if she complained about how the nail shape put a lot of pressure on the sides of her nails, that they fit too tight. she hoped he would understand, knowing how strict he was about her nails.
and if he was mad, then she supposed the excuse of her birthday would have to suffice.
“present,” jey’s voice rumbled, tone stern enough for goosebumps to prickle along her arms and chills to tremor down her spine as she knelt on the plush bed, legs spread wide to expose her puffy, pink pussy. it squelched with every minuscule shift of her knees, dripping slick onto the pristine mattress.
she spread her legs wider, placing her hands out for him to inspect. he grabbed them, rough hands gentle against her unmarred ones so he could admire the shimmer of the pink nude on her fingers. “you got ‘em pink this time,” he mused, growling as he moved her hand so that her nails smoothly brushed the soft plane of his cheek, scratching the blunted tip along his beard. she smiled just so when he elicited a sound that let her know that he was pleased with her selections, however unorthodox they were to his preferences.
“yes, daddy,” she cooed, voice giddy as she looked up at him with eagerness, lips slick and wet with want. her body was pristinely still, a doll even on a night meant to celebrate her. when he tipped her head up, her choker, a diamond-encrusted thing that mirrored the one he gave her all those months ago when he won the world heavyweight championship. this one, though, was slightly more minimal, sharing no shortage of detail and expense, with vines for the chain and diamonds for flowers and leaves. it was a pleasant constriction around her throat as he pulled her into a filthy kiss.
she moaned and whimpered as he rearranged her limbs to how he liked them to be—legs spread wide, back to his chest. her chest arched up, enough for him to sink his teeth into and nurse greedily. “be still,” he instructed, one hand on her spare breast and the other roughly fondling her sticky slit, smacking it wetly. she elicited a choked croon, expression elongating her lips into a perfect “o”, the corners upturned into a smile of sorts.
her limbs stayed so perfectly still as he made her grip his wrists, as he started, jey’s positioning keeping her staring at her own debauched reflection with relish. “daddy, that’s so good,” she mewled in delight as he buried a dildo deep inside her pussy, the sound obscene as she practically came on the spot for him. syrupy gloss dripped onto his digits, accompanied by a feral, semi-sadistic grin on jey’s face.
his voice emerged in her ear like fog ensnaring her senses, appraising, “there’s my perfect doll. no thoughts in there other than daddy, right?” she felt his smile when she hummed a sound of agreement; he rewarded her with a sticky thrust of the toy, drilling right up in her walls to send shockwaves down her body. her eyes blurred despite gazing ahead. it always tended to be like that with daddy. he always made her soft brain go even softer, turning it into putty.
she never questioned the rhythmic way she sounded when he played with her like this, as if her responses were crafted like the voice box of a doll with a pullstring on the back. it was always perfectly timed to his thrusts; her expression grew cross-eyed and her figure melted into him like wax. her cunt convulsed violently with each shove inside, stretching her to limits beyond what her foggy mind could comprehend as she orgasmed over and over, every few thrusts triggering a cascade of crystalline slick down her body like a fountain, soaking the sheets with it without end. every few thrusts scrambled up her brain even more, a glassy overlay coating her vision. she couldn’t verbalize it that well—it felt like floating on air, accompanied by his heavy praise and even heavier handling.
so much so, she found that her body couldn’t tell the difference when the silicone toy was replaced with something more organic. she registered briefly how her sounds were more frequent, more wanton in texture as jey grabbed her hips, slamming her down repeatedly to her delight.
his voice returned more clearly now, the way it always did when he pulled her back into his orbit, grounding her into him. “jesus, babygirl. so gone you can’t recognize fake dick from the real deal?” he lolled her limp head to look at him, lips pressing down on the diamonds choking her neck, the stone and metal still cool against his lips and her skin.
her voice came back in a pout, apologetic as she moaned, “sorry, daddy. too good!” it drawled out long, airy as her frame melded into his, a doll custom-forged just for him. as he tilted her wide, unblinking gaze back to the mirror, kissing her pulse again as he moved again, going slower this time, letting her savor the feeling more now, cooing more affectionately into her ear.
“that’s it, baby,” he whispered softly, repeatedly kissing her pulse, “nice and deep, just for me.”
she nodded as best as she could with a mushy, pouty smile as he started again, keeping her still, floating, happy, and adored above all else while she lost time.
she wouldn’t lose the sensation of having jey close, or that of the light reflecting the diamonds on her neck and the pretty pink on her nails as they dug into his arms harder.
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roman reigns . john cena . quynh tran . kinktober w. 4
genre ⇢ smut (minors dni) . some plot
content warnings ⇢ threesome (sorta) . cucking (sorta) . voyeurism . exhibitionism . bondage . sir kink . exes fucking (kinda) . nb character (afab) . multiple orgasms . intentional ambiguity . john is an unreliable narrator . purposeful ambiguity and lack of dialogue
word count ⇢ 1.27k
inspiration ⇢ the strange case of dr. jekyll and mr. hyde by robert louis stevenson . greek mythology where gods come down to earth disguised as mortals . magic/witchery . open temples
songs ⇢ "jekyll" by exo (x) . "dreamgirl" by tanerélle (x)
read also ⇢ k.tober 2025 masterlist (x) . “steep (xxviii reasons)” (x) . "steep (woo)" (x) . “steep (sand)” (x)
note ⇢ thank you so so much always @spiicii for helping have the courage to write all four weeks. this one lands smack in between "xxviii reasons" and "sand" chronologically and can be read as a standalone in some ways, too! thank you guys for hanging along my first kinktober! 🩶
john wasn’t sure if this was meant to be a mistake or not, or if this was just his fate or not. honestly, he wondered about it a lot, perhaps a lot more than he should have.
there was a strange trajectory in which roman’s career began to take off and the correlation (maybe causation, john considered) of his relationship timeline with quynh. he couldn’t be certain about when they began their…entanglement, he settled for. yet, he was certain that roman’s annoying title reign, certainly the longest of the modern era, couldn’t just be mere coincidence, because quynh was no coincidence.
whatever deity they believed in had definitely designed them with intention, and they took it to another level, choosing their diction with precision, seeing through others with blistering clarity, crafting the artwork on their body like they were sigils of war, of grace, like they were a descendant of deities themselves. john thought roman saw them like that in some ways, even if he could be rough with them.
roman, for all his demands for acknowledgement, his incorrigible desire to crush everything and everyone in sight, his arrogance about being superior to every person in that locker room, tended to…defer to quynh. he sought their praise how plants sought the sun; he held them close how kings held their sword; he spoke to them how warlords prayed to war deities. john found it peculiar, given that roman had paul heyman to serve as his wise man, his advocate. even the usos, tag team champions, held a strange reverence towards them that felt in line with their preternatural aesthetic and out of line with their evident mortality.
john thought that was a good line of explanation when he saw the pair of them in the hotel after summerslam. roman took a lot more than anyone ever expected, what with brock lesnar bringing in an entire tractor into the stadium, and proceeding to use said tractor to demolish an entire ring. he didn’t think he would ever see this iteration of roman, the tribal chief, the most dominant champion in modern wrestling, being held. and quynh held him, pressing him close to their chest. the sight felt more enticing than it should have, and it made john’s blood rush down south.
he blamed whatever fucking shit randy gave him that night to drink—he couldn’t even tell if it was whiskey or some insane elixir that had moondust and starlight or whatever. he certainly felt the effects of it, hazy and dizzying but also anchoring as it grounded him to whatever reality he was now witnessing.
and, perhaps, like fate would have it the way it did a year ago, he couldn’t help but linger against the slightly ajar hotel door, the silent form of communication between them both, how they seemed to move with a particular magnetism that entranced as well as haunted. like always when it came to quynh (and roman now, john supposed), he couldn’t look away, even when he should have.
his breath nearly shorted when roman pivoted them around, this time having them on his lap again so that he could rest against the headboard. the blood rushed down south to his groin as he studied how the other two kissed—deliberate and quiet, with roman’s hands keeping them close, foreheads touching as he held quynh like they were too precious to let go. they probably were.
yet, what stopped him cold was a pair of dark eyes opening, landing squarely on him and pinning him with hawkish aim. and then another pair of eyes landed, this one just a bit lighter, silver against onyx that sparkled in such a way john wasn’t sure was merely artificial anymore. the lighting reflected the sharpness of the silver more clearly, and with a tilt of their head, john found himself stumbling in, the door slamming shut behind him. those onyx and silver eyes narrowed into vitriolic slits for damaging the sanctity of it all with the uptick in volume.
he chose a spot somewhere not on the bed, not on the altar as the couple finally resumed their making out. this time, though, roman’s hands worked to remove what little of quynh’s clothes there really were, untying the laces of their top and their undergarments to have them bare in his lap. john’s eyes lingered on the sinewy shape of their spine as they curved into the tribal chief deeper, chests pressed together as he stared at their side profile. quynh’s nimble fingers roamed along roman’s unsurprisingly bare chest, their other hand brushing his beard. their nails, sharpened just enough to create a raking sensation, brushed down to his trousers, stroking him in a measured cadence. john tried to match the pace, match roman’s groans and quynh’s puffs of air.
the fact that it was as silent as it was didn’t frighten him the way it should have. there was a way with them both, neither of them really feeling the need to speak as much as he did. it was something john was aware of when he first started dating quynh all those years ago, and now that roman was heinously deep into his tribal chief thing, john noticed that the more reticent qualities he carried were entirely amplified now, in the way he did his promos, how he took his time getting to the ring itself, and now, in how he didn’t need verbal communication with quynh to shift his hips to allow them to unsheath his length.
quynh sighed when they settled upon it, the movements certain and deliberate. john could only do the same as he stroked himself, struggling to control his sounds because this was sacred. the moment, the almost ritualistic nature of it, ensnared him as the two on the bed moved in harmony built from years of connection and trust and intimacy.
john tried not to let it sink in that so much of that missed opportunity had a lot to do with him being so much of a company man that they got left behind. the level of selfishness roman exuded now probably benefited quynh in more ways than one; because roman thrusted just right up into them, and they keened just a bit higher into his maw, soft enough that it felt like a volcanic eruption into the silent temple that was the hotel room. he kissed them as comfort, a silent conversation occurring as their breaths fanned against one another. john could only accelerate his pace to maintain tandem with them.
he wasn’t entirely proud of the fact that he finished before them—a part of him wanted to displace blame onto the couple for leaving the hotel door ajar enough for him to peek through. through his haze, however, he wasn’t sure if the door was ever open at all as he met those silver eyes that felt ingrained into their genetics with every passing second. quynh’s smile glowed in a sort of perfunctory manner, as if his suffering was merely a speck of sand in the grand vines of their time, the ancient nature of their soul, or even their potential immortality. potential.
he felt something emerge from him, some sort of whispering of an amalgam akin to quynh and roman’s voices making him burst, seeping into his marrow. it wasn’t a descent—not really, he didn’t surmise. neither of them touched him. but before everything settled into black, into the dark, as if awakening something dormant from within him.
all he knew when his eyes woke was that the room was empty, and a voracity rumbled deep from within.
genre ⇢ smut (minors dni) . some plot . dark content (read at your own risk)
content warnings ⇢ lap dance . oral (male receiving) . public sex . power imbalance . aphrodisiac . degradation . implied age gap . manhandling . dark!jey . nb reader (they/them pronouns)
word count ⇢ 1.12k
inspiration ⇢ dark lighting . slytherin house . unspoken things . horror movies kinda (?) . right hand man!jey . the current trajectory of jey making a heel turn .
songs ⇢ "motion" by bm (x) . "thirsty" by taemin (x)
read also ⇢ k.tober 2025 masterlist (x)
note ⇢ thank you so so much always @spiicii for encouraging my dark content adventures and for always soundboarding my crazy ideas. also thank you to @lov3rla03 and the whorehouse from where i pulled a bunch of crazy stuff from sorry not sorry hehe
they didn’t remember how they got there.
one moment, they were leaning heinously close to their celebrity crush, a bit tipsy and out of it as he offered them to get them a drink; the next, they were in one of the bathrooms, hips grinding against his rhythmically to whatever questionable song the dj had playing outside. their head swam in fog painted in shades of sugared mint and neon green as jey guided their hips while he leaned against the wall.
“mhm, that’s the good shit,” his voice rumbled into their ear while their hips swiveled, “just like that.”
they panted as they pressed their forehead against his, lips swollen from kissing and wet from need. their eyes glowed with glassy haze as they giggled drunkenly from their compact, yet sensuous ministrations, adjusting their angle to get the most relief. jey turned them over, their ass to his groin, allowing just enough freedom for them to dance in ways they felt empowered and enticing. his grip on their waist tightened as they bounced on him with fervor, attempting not to truly display the extent of their desperation, their hunger for him.
somewhere in their swirling mind, they considered that this might not be jey’s first rodeo with a fan as enamored as them. perhaps they weren’t towards groupie levels of enamoured—they liked to think they had some semblance of morals—but this felt heady in a way they hadn’t anticipated. they moaned, loud enough for him to hear, soft enough to let the music drown it out for everyone else. they thought it was for the better, given how obscene it sounded, and given the nature of them practically throwing it back against a fucking celebrity.
they were having a wonderful time, they truly were. and, then, jey pivoted them firmly onto their knees, hand gripping their hair firm enough to yank their head back up to properly look up at him. and they recognized the play for what it was—cementation of power, of dominance. they only grew more aroused, fidgeting when he finally revealed his cock to them. they couldn’t help the way they salivated at the sight of it, gagging eagerly when he haphazardly slipped the tip and length inside their maw.
a choking gurgle broke past their lips, though jey didn’t seem to care all that much. “take it, slut,” he grunted, barely giving them an opportunity to adjust to it. they weren’t sure how much they minded, or if the reason why they didn’t mind had more to do with jey than it had to do with their ease for handling men like him. this was considerably messier than what they were used to, but desperation made people do inane actions. the hazy green from the bathroom lighting glowed in their eyes as they peered up at him with a lascivious smirk and drunken giggle, tongue sticking out to bear the weight of his cock.
their lips wrapped around him hungrily, taking his cock down in eager, semi-inexperienced gulps, head bobbing along to the beat in slow, syrupy motions, moaning as they took him progressively deeper. they nearly choked on it, but welcomed it as jey fucked their face, merciless yet restrained. his expression contorted into one of feral euphoria as his hips moved aggressively, in time with his ring entrance, if they put their mind to it. all they could do was take it—his thrusts, his words, his grip—and feel their arousal grow, dampness lining their mouth and their undergarments.
his voice emerged in a hungry growl, “look so pretty on your knees for me, little slut.” they purred, taking the remark in stride as they choked on him willingly, hollowing their cheeks to increase the suction. their fingers slid up, pressing against his sac, massaging it with hastening pace as jey’s rhythm grew more erratic, speeding up and barely able to cleanly finish. “hold it in your mouth—you ain’t gonna swallow until i tell you.”
and they obeyed. why wouldn’t they, when he was so close and all they wanted to do was be good? he pulled out, and the whine of disappointment settled in their veins as jey stroked himself rapidly, an elongated groan erupting. their eyes flickered just low enough to see the ways his balls tightened. he burst after several frenetic movements, his other hand unhinging their jaw wide enough so that his seed could coat every crevice of their wanton mouth. it landed on their tongue in pearlescent ribbons, taste sweeter than they ever thought it could taste. they wondered if it was their head, or if it was really him.
the thought didn’t dwell for long, however, as he tapped their chin to have their tongue emerge, displaying his mark with a lewd lilt, they felt the pride in his smirk. “swallow,” he commanded, and they did with as much deliberation as they could, licking their lips after as they gulped it down. jey praised them for it as he tugged his dick back into his pants and them up into his arms; his lips slammed theirs into a filthy, wet kiss that had their eyes rolling to the back of their head again.
“shit,” he murmured against their lips, a primal, diabolical smirk curling onto his expression, “knew i picked right with you. knew you’d make a good little pet for me.”
for a moment, their eyes widened at the admission, their head spinning as he tugged them along towards the exit of the club and towards his tour bus in the back of the parking lot. they feigned it well, perfectly, if they really wanted to compliment themselves, their body sluggish even as he offered water to their lips.
a small part of them, the wary side of them, hesitated to drink it; however, they couldn’t stop wanting to, jey’s twisted praise encouraged them. “yeah, that’s right, sweetheart,” he cooed with venom in the underbite, “know what it does, don’tcha?”
somewhere in their mind, the part that definitely wasn’t awake, recognized what might have been causing the haze and the utter lack of inhibition. as if he could read their mind, he mused, “added something special to your drink…keeps you sweet. keeps you mine, and i ain’t letting you go.”
they attempted to track it, following the line of reasoning, especially when jey led them into the bus, lifting them to nearly powerbomb them onto the bed. it creaked when they landed onto it, the haze of green still in their vision. his voice growled, feeling as if it was echoing in her ears, subsuming every sense. “strip and spread your legs. i ain’t done breaking in my new pet slut, yet.”
pairing → professor!roman reigns x gender neutral!reader
word count → 3.5k
warnings → mutual pining, daddy/sir kink, power imbalance, unprotected sex
notes → a love letter to my time as a classics major and dedicated to one of my favorite people @minteagalaxea
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Orange leaves swirled around your feet as you made your way across campus. The fall air was crisp, a sharp breeze pricking at your exposed cheeks and forcing you to tug your scarf up higher to protect against the chill. Now that it was October, Yale had been transformed into something straight out of a Halloween movie. The Classics department, of course, was no exception. The building itself looked like a castle Dracula might reside in, the front steps decorated with carved jack-o-lanterns.
You took the stairs to the second floor, pulling out your spare key to enter Dr. Reigns’ office. He was your academic advisor as well as the professor you helped as a teacher’s assistant. You spent most of your afternoons in his office–grading papers, answering emails, and offering virtual and in-person tutoring to your peers. This time of day Dr. Reigns would still be out teaching one of his elective courses, State Formation in the Mediterranean World, from which he would not return until later in the evening.
His office was always a welcome sight. The room was warm and cozy, lit by soft, ambient lamps that were arranged haphazardly around the room. Bookshelves stretched from floor to ceiling, each one of them filled to the brim with classical literature. A bust of Octavian greeted you as you unwrapped your scarf and hung it on the coat rack, leisurely taking your seat at the small table by the window to begin answering e-mails.
As a tenured Classics professor, Dr. Reigns was able to spend most of his time focusing on the electives he wished to teach, no longer relegated to teaching Classical Mythology to incoming freshmen looking for an easy A. Of course, he was still forced to teach the occasional Latin 101 class whenever a faculty member went on sabbatical, which is how you’d been lucky enough to meet him your freshman year of college.
It had taken some time to win his trust. The poor man had already been objectified by nearly every student on campus. His classes filled up quickly not for his brilliant mind, but for his looks. It didn’t help that the faculty were in on it too. Even his department chair, a married woman, had flirted with him more times than he could count.
While you couldn’t deny that Dr. Reigns was one of the most beautiful men you’d ever seen, that wasn’t why you were interested in him. You cared more about his research on Roman historiography than you did his sparkling brown eyes and rippling muscles. Once you proved this to him, he became a completely different person. The cold, almost haughty facade melted away and you were finally granted a glimpse at the real Dr. Reigns–a nerd who translated Julius Caesar’s The Gallic War for fun and spent his free time critiquing inaccurate history documentaries.
You’d been his TA for nearly three years now, helping him keep up with grading and becoming the buffer between him and the majority of people on campus. He’d grown tired of the constant barrage of giggling freshmen, horny graduate students, and leering colleagues. He just wanted to focus on his research and write his book.
While he wasn’t close to anyone else at Yale, he’d grown close to you. He enjoyed your company, often encouraging you to utilize his office throughout the day so you wouldn’t have to go back to your lonely apartment. And you enjoyed spending time with him too. He was funny and charming, always eager to discuss the latest campus gossip or his book, which he still hadn’t named, analyzing the fragmented historiography of Sallust.
The afternoon went by quickly and before you had even realized it, the sun had set. Outside the window you could see that a light rain had started, water reflecting off the cobblestone walkways as the last of the students and faculty returned to their homes for the night. You were surprised when the office door opened and Dr. Reigns stepped in, his hair and coat damp from the rain.
“Hey,” he greeted, a warm smile on his face once he caught sight of you by the window. “Didn’t think you’d still be here.”
“I could say the same for you! I thought you’d be home by now.”
“Nah, I wanted to come back. Had to see if you were still here.”
He winked at you and your stomach fluttered at the sight.
“Well, uh…” You suddenly felt flustered. “I guess you still want to work on chapter five of your book right? I know it’s on your to-do list.”
“I swear my to-do list just keeps getting longer and longer,” Dr. Reigns sighed, shedding his coat and placing it beside your scarf on the coat rack. He was wearing the same suit he always wore whenever he had to teach, the dark color accentuating the large muscles of his arms and chest. You tried not to stare, but you were only human. Dr. Reigns truly was one of the most beautiful men you’d ever seen. When he took off his blazer and began rolling up the sleeves to his white dress shirt, your mouth went dry at the sight.
“I can’t hardly remember what I’m supposed to be doing or when I’m supposed to be doing it,” he joked, walking towards you to take a seat at his desk. He caught your eye and your cheeks felt hot.
“Well, that’s what I’m here for.” You were shocked you had the ability to speak at all, let alone be witty and charming. You weren’t sure why he was suddenly making you flustered. You spent nearly every evening together, though you had to admit that tonight he looked especially delicious. His hair was still damp from the rain, his tattooed arms flexing as he reached up to tie it in a messy bun. You quickly looked away.
“That’s true. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” He was teasing you. You could hear the lightheartedness in his tone, but you still didn’t trust yourself to look at him.
“Dr. Reigns, you’re incorrigible.”
“Please. After the sun sets, it’s Roman. You know that.”
Roman.
This wasn’t the first time he’d ask you to call him that. The very first time he’d asked, you thought he was joking. Surely it had to be a joke that the man who had dedicated his entire life to studying the Roman Empire was named Roman Reigns, but he was insistent that it was nothing more than coincidence.
You hadn’t realized that you had been silent for so long until Dr. Reigns, no, Roman, paused, and stared at you. “Are you alright? You seem quiet tonight.”
“Hm?” You forced yourself to meet his gaze, feeling guilty at the way your body reacted to making eye contact with him. You really were no better than his students. You weren’t supposed to be attracted to him. He was your advisor. You needed to pull it together.
“Sorry, I’m just a little tired. Been working on these papers all day.”
Roman nodded in understanding, pulling out his own stack of papers from his bag. “Well, I’ll work on these from the State Formation class. That’ll get some things off your plate.”
“Wait, no, I didn’t mean it like that!” You were quick to stand, snatching the stack of essays away from him before he had a chance to protest. “Grading is my job! You’re supposed to be focused on your book. Chapter five still needs to be written, remember?”
Roman chuckled, leaning back in his chair to gaze at you. “Is that so?”
“Mm hm. So no more procrastinating. You get to work on chapter five and I’ll grade these. Deal?”
“Deal.” His gorgeous eyes twinkled merrily at you. “Though before we get started, I did have a surprise for you.”
You grinned. “Oh? Something good I hope.”
Roman reached into his bag and pulled out a small bottle of bourbon, his own grin just as wide.
“Thought we could use a nightcap before getting back to work.”
“I thought nightcaps were meant to be before bed?”
“You know, the historical meaning of the word has changed,” Roman said, his eyes glittering with the same excitement he had whenever he talked about the Hellenistic period. “It was originally used as a sleep aid, though now it can simply refer to the last drink of the night. Did you know that in the 30s, Ovaltine used to be advertised as the world’s best nightcap?”
You chuckled, taking a sip of the bourbon and enjoying the smooth aftertaste. “I didn’t realize you were such an expert.”
“I know a little bit about a lot of things.” Roman seemed to be in a good mood tonight, a warm smile still on his lips as he gazed at you. “But so do you.”
Your cheeks felt hot again. Why was he complimenting you? This was really not a good night for that. Not when you were already flustered by his annoyingly attractive suit and even more annoyingly attractive face.
“I don’t know nearly as much as you,” you murmured, hiding your smile as you took another sip of your drink. You didn’t want him to see how pleased you were.
But Roman saw everything, just like he always did. His intelligent eyes calculated every hidden smile, every subtle shift of your legs, every time you avoided his gaze. He smiled wider.
“I mean it,” he insisted. “You’re one of the brightest students I’ve ever taught. And when you graduate next semester I know you’ll be on to bigger and better things. You won’t need me anymore.”
“Roman, I’ll always need you.”
The phrase was a lot more vulnerable than you intended and you were surprised at how easily it came out. Roman seemed surprised too, his eyebrows raised as he stared at you. You forced yourself to give an awkward cough.
“I, um–”
You felt like you should correct yourself and say, No, Roman. I don’t need you because we’re just colleagues. There’s nothing going on between us and I’m completely normal about you.
But you couldn’t get the words out. Instead, you felt frozen, your eyes wide when Roman leaned forward and said, “I think I need you too, beautiful."
Molten heat shot down your spine and pooled between your legs. Was this… was this really happening? After three years was Dr. Roman Reigns finally flirting with you?
You nearly jumped out of your skin when Roman reached out a hand and rested it on your thigh, his gaze still warm.
“When were you going to tell me?”
You blinked in surprise. “What?”
“When were you going to tell me?” he repeated, his dark eyes sparkling mischievously. “When were you going to tell me that you liked me?”
It felt like something with wings was trapped in your ribcage, your forehead now beaded with sweat. Had you really been that obvious? You’d been trying to be discreet.
“Roman… I don’t…” You couldn’t speak. Not when he was looking at you like that, his lips still curved into a fond smile.
“I was going to wait until you graduated,” he murmured, that warm hand still on your thigh. “But I don’t know. Tonight, something feels different. Like maybe tonight is the night we finally talk about it.”
“Roman, I’m sorry.” The words tumbled out of you, feeling the sudden urge to beg for his forgiveness. “I know how the others are. I know how hard it’s been for you. I’m sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable. It was never my intention to–”
“Whoa, whoa, slow down.” Roman squeezed your thigh reassuringly, his expression now concerned. “You don’t have anything to apologize for, beautiful. You didn’t do anything wrong.”
You chewed on your lip nervously, trying to ignore just how good his hand felt on you. “I just know how badly you’ve been treated here,” you murmured. “I didn’t want to be just another person who tried to make you feel objectified.”
Roman chuckled, the sound low and affectionate. “Sweetheart, I know you appreciate me for what’s on the inside, not the outside. That’s what I love about you. But it’s okay to admit that maybe there’s been a spark between us.”
Hearing him say it out loud brought a strange sense of validation. After three years of flirty banter and small, affectionate touches, you’d thought maybe it was all just in your head. Maybe you were seeing what you wanted to see. Nothing more. To hear him admit that there had been a spark between you the entire time had a warm, tender feeling curling in your chest.
“So you felt it too?”
Your words were small, but Roman’s smile was big, his hand still rubbing reassuring circles on your thigh.
“I’ve felt it this whole time, beautiful. I was just waiting for you. I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
You smiled shyly at his words, suddenly having trouble looking at him. “Roman… I don’t know what to say.”
He moved his chair closer to you, his eyes never leaving yours. “You don’t have to say anything,” he murmured, his other hand reaching up to cradle your cheek. “But, fuck, can I kiss you?”
You nodded and Roman smiled, leaning in so close that you could smell the woody scent of his cologne. “I’ve been waiting to do this for years…” he whispered, his lips softly brushing against yours. The touch felt electric, your body immediately responding as he tentatively allowed himself to taste you.
But it was over too quickly. He pulled away as if he were restraining himself, his smile now just a little tight.
“God, you taste even better than I imagined.”
Now your stomach was doing somersaults, your entire body thrumming with electric energy. And when Roman pulled away, your hand shot out, quickly grabbing his arm.
“Don’t stop.” Your words came out as a plea, your eyes almost sad at the thought of him ending things now just when they were getting good.
Roman hesitated.
“Don’t tempt me, beautiful.”
The smile you offered him was nearly seductive, your voice surprisingly bold despite the fact that you were nearly shaking with adrenaline.
“Maybe I want to tempt you.”
You reached out a hand to trace the tattooed skin of Roman’s arm and goosebumps erupted beneath your touch, Roman’s eyes glued to yours.
“Are you cold?” you asked, moving closer, nearly in his lap now. “I can keep you warm.”
Roman’s breathing hitched, but he still allowed you to climb into his lap, his large hands immediately encircling your waist to keep you balanced. His entire body was tense beneath you, as if he were trying to hold himself back from doing something he might regret.
“I’ve always wondered what it would be like,” Roman murmured. “To have a pretty thing like you sitting on my lap while I did my work.”
“You’ve thought about it too?” You couldn’t help but grin, resting your hands on his strong shoulders as you stayed perched in his lap. “Because I think about it nearly every time we’re in here.”
Roman visibly gulped, his grip on you tightening. “This whole time?”
“Haven’t you?”
He almost groaned when you reached out a hand to play with his beard, his dark eyes fluttering. “I won’t lie, beautiful,” he whispered, his voice strained. “It keeps me up at night. The idea of you sitting in here while I do my work. Being so good and perfect for me…”
More heat pooled in your stomach and you instinctively began to grind your hips down, nearly groaning yourself as the pressure between your legs continued to build.
“Then will you let me, Daddy?”
Roman’s eyes sparkled again and he nodded, allowing you to lean down and tug at the clasp of his pants. You weren’t entirely sure where all this boldness was coming from. You weren’t normally this seductive, and you certainly weren’t the most experienced in the world, but something about Roman had awakened something within you.
You’d just been waiting for this for so long.
Once his cock sprung free, you immediately wrapped your hand around it, encouraged by the sound of Roman’s low moan. He gripped the sides of his chair when you hollowed out your cheeks and sucked, using as much of your spit as you could to get it wet and ready for you.
Roman could hardly keep his eyes open. After so many years of being alone, having someone’s mouth on him felt heavenly. It didn’t help that you were the most gorgeous creature he’d ever laid eyes on. He’d imagined this scenario over and over again in his mind, but his imagination had not done him justice. The sight of you between his legs, your pretty mouth wrapped around his cock, was more beautiful than anything he could have conjured himself. He could already feel himself getting lost in the sensation, his body tight as he struggled to restrain himself.
The heat from your mouth retreated and Roman’s eyes opened again, entranced by the sight of you spinning around and beginning sinking on his cock. He couldn’t help but reach out to grab at your hips again, squeezing the flesh there like he still couldn’t believe this was real. Like this was really happening.
He lost all sense of time and direction. You just felt so good. Warm, wet, tight… he was already about to blow and you’d hardly even moved yet.
Once you bottomed out, Roman groaned again, pressing his forehead between your shoulder blades in an attempt to steady himself.
“Fuck, baby,” he moaned, eventually sitting back up just so he could pull you closer to his chest. “You feel amazing.”
You leaned back against his shoulder and sighed. Having him inside you felt like something divine. You couldn’t remember the last time someone had made you feel this way before. His cock was filling you perfectly, the feeling of fullness causing a low haze to settle over your mind like a fog.
He felt perfect.
“So sweet and perfect,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “You feel even better than I imagined, beautiful. God, I don’t know why we waited this long.”
You didn’t know why either. You couldn’t believe you’d gone three years without this. It felt almost cruel to know that you could have had him this whole time if only you’d been brave enough to ask.
“Are you going to be good for me and sit on my lap?” Roman’s words had arousal shooting through your veins like a shot of heroin. Addictive. Liberating. Transcendent.
“Yes, sir.”
Roman chuckled and you could feel the sound reverberate through his strong chest behind you. He leaned forward and reached for his laptop, the movement causing his heavy length inside you to jostle and twitch. You moaned again and Roman pressed another kiss to the side of your neck.
“Just stay there and keep Daddy warm. Such a sweetheart for me, aren’t you?”
You nodded lazily, your limbs feeling warm and gooey. You never knew that having someone inside you like this could feel so good.
As the minutes went by, you began to relax further and further into Roman’s lap. While normally you would have been interested in helping Roman with his book, you couldn’t even focus on the words he was typing. All you could do was lean back and enjoy the feeling of Roman’s cock filling you to the brim. Occasionally he would shift, causing his length to brush against that sensitive bundle of nerves inside you. You’d moan then, the sound low and needy, and Roman would simply shush you, maybe press a gentle kiss to your forehead to keep you still.
Your senses were heightened. You could feel every twitch of him inside, your nerves alight with arousal. You could feel his strong arm wrapped around your waist, the touch warm and grounding. Every time he kissed you, it felt like your heart had been jammed into an electrical socket, thumping wildly out of your chest as you writhed in his lap.
Eventually, it all became too much.
“Please, Daddy,” you begged, your voice hoarse. “Please, I don’t know if I can–”
“Yes, you can.” Roman’s words were kind, but his tone was firm. “You’re going to sit here until I’m done. You can be good and do that, can’t you, beautiful?”
You buried your face into Roman’s neck, trying to suppress another whine, and Roman’s other hand squeezed your thigh in warning.
“Answer me, sweetheart. Are you going to be good for me?”
“Y…Yes, sir.”
Roman kissed your forehead again, the touch once again sending a new wave of heat down your spine.
It wasn’t until a few hours later that he finally decided to take pity on you and fuck you on top of his desk. By this point, you were a blubbering mess, your face covered with sweat and tears as you begged him to use you. He seemed happy to oblige, his smile still fond as he stared down at you. “Never letting you go, beautiful,” he murmured, pressing the sweetest of kisses to your tear-stained face. “Can’t wait to make you mine.”
genre ⇢ smut (minors dni) . some plot . dark content (read at your own risk)
content warnings ⇢ breeding kink . daddy kink . adultery . impregnation . mating press . degradation (kinda) . baby-trapping . dark!jimmy . afab reader (she/her pronouns)
word count ⇢ 1.15k
inspiration ⇢ naomi announcing her pregnancy . "raw tag team champions" by @spiicii (x)
songs ⇢ "turn off the light" by mino (x) . "guilty" by taemin (slowed x reverb) (x)
read also ⇢ k.tober 2025 masterlist (x)
note ⇢ thank you so so much always @spiicii for encouraging my first foray into dark content 🩶
honestly, she should have stopped the last time. she meant it, too, that it would be. especially after the announcement on monday. she was never good at keeping her word, though, because here she was again, legs bent over her head in a mating press, letting jimmy pound her pussy into puffy oblivion. all because jimmy wanted to celebrate the news with her in this way.
she couldn’t even use her—admittedly weak—protests or anything like that, because her moans were so pronounced that it practically overrode any objection as she spilled around him again, walls clenching around him like a vice. “jimmy,” she whined, equal parts pleasure and vehemence as he poured another one into her, “it’s too much.”
“c’mon, mamas,” he growled, hips snapping at a breakneck pace, pushing her hips higher off the bed, “ain’t letting you spill a single drop of this.”
tears welled up in her eyes; her body betrayed her mind, convulsing once more. “d-daddy,” her voice squeaked, relaxing just enough to attempt to appeal to him, “please, wanna stop!” overstimulation wracked her body like a tuning fork, her breasts heaving and skin prickling with each piston of jimmy’s hips.
fortunately, he did as she wished, stilling his movements, yet he shifted her hips up just a bit higher, determined to make sure that her pounded pussy took every bit of his seed. jimmy leaned down to press his lips to her cheekbone, slipping down to graze her ear, “that’s it, taking it so well. how many loads have you taken so far, hmmm?”
her voice emerged in a teary little mewl, walls still tightly pulsing around his still hard length, “four.” a cockdrunk sort of giggle escaped her lips as his hand ran up and down her tummy, though it turned into a shrill squeak as he slowly got back to work. jimmy’s hips knew no notion of mercy as he started again, the squelch echoing in the room lewdly, causing more tears to stream down her cheeks. “d-daddy, n-no more, please,” she pleaded, mouth pouty as she blinked at him, “w-we can’t do this anymore.”
“why, hmm?” he rebutted, his tone sounding almost offended, almost upset, “‘cause i got a wife?”
for a moment, she bristled at that, because well, that was true, but that also wasn’t the worst part of it. she shook her head, mewling, “jimmy, you’re gonna have a baby with her. you gotta be there for her.”
“and i’m gonna be, but i wanna be here for you, too.” he punctuated that with another deep thrust, her tits jostling with the force of it. she gasped, ecstasy and sensitivity overloading her spent body while he loomed down to latch his mouth onto one of her mounds, beard coarsely scratching her skin. her back arched up into him more as he kept her beneath him, only able to take, take, take. her pussy throbbed with want and anger, wanting to push him away, but too obsessed with his weight inside to do anything about it.
her voice emerged, wanton and reedy as her body tensed once more, gooseflesh emerging on her skin like pinpricks, “oh fuck, i’m close!” her words elongated like a siren’s song as her walls tightened, clenching and holding his dick as she burst again, her juices drenching the sheets beneath her and drooling down the cleft of her ass. a scream tore past her throat, the loudest one thus far that reverberated through the room. her breath sputtered in heaving pants as his cadence crescendoed once more, chasing after his fifth release with animalistic need, with carnal want to see her stuffed to the brim. her body gave it to him, the way it always did, especially now that he pushed her hips even further up to ensure every bit of him rooted inside of her.
she wasn’t sure how she lost track of time. jimmy tended to have that effect on her to begin with, but this felt different as his hand reached for her chest, massaging them as if trying to pull something from it, from her. the motion of it all was hypnotic, the rhythm so enchanting as his hips canted in varying ways that made her soft mind wobble even softer. “that’s it, angel,” he murmured against her lips while setting up a punishing pace this time. she couldn’t remember how many times she came, let alone how many times he spilled in her puffy pussy, breeding her full, filling her tummy up and making sure it all stayed inside.
salty beads fell from her eyes, her frame pushed beyond its limits, but it was this particular orgasm that really did her in, mind floating as if on air, so drunk from his cock and cum that she couldn’t think straight. her sounds softened into something more saccharine at the edges, whines whittled into whorish little smiles. she couldn’t remember much of anything anymore, just jimmy’s cock inside her, jimmy’s words pounding in her skull, jimmy’s cum overflowing her gummy walls. all her mind could concoct was just jimmy, jimmy, jimmy. and she didn’t mind it in the slightest.
“there she is,” he hummed darkly, “there’s my slutty little angel.” he rewarded her with a cruel thrust, she moaned in response, breathy as her hips shifted to give him better access. he took advantage, as he always did. “god, angel, can’t wait for your tummy to be all plump and round with my baby…”
the illusion shattered, if only for a moment as her eyes widened in appall; he smirked down at her, tone nearly condescending as he mockingly pouted, “what? you thought i wasn’t going to make sure my best girl had a mini-me growing inside of her? wanted to make sure my two babies grew up to be best friends forever, after all.”
he punctuated the point with another slick piston of his hips, not letting her have any opportunity to properly reflect, submerging her deeper into madness, into cockdrunk content and euphoria. he said something or the other about how gorgeous she was going to look when her tits swelled, milk-heavy and nourishing, how he’d make sure she’d be knocked up with his baby, as many sessions like this as it took. his thrusts promised more rounds tomorrow. or today, whatever time it was. she didn’t know.
a soft, nearly pathetic whine slipped past her, along with a dopey little smile on her face as he promised in her ear with the voice of crushed sin and burnt ichor, “don’t you want that, angel? be my slutty little angel mommy? be good for daddy?”
she nodded, blissfully ignorant to the darkness beneath it all. she wanted to be good. her hand came to rub her tummy, swollen with cum, swollen with him; her mind melted into sugary mush as he had his way with her. because he always would.
genre ⇢ smut (minors dni) . some plot
content warnings ⇢ frottage . power imbalance . implied age gap . ceo!roman . personal assistant!reader . afab reader (she/her pronouns)
word count ⇢ 1.0k
inspiration ⇢ ceos and personal assistants . city views . the really nice hotel rooms in the venetian in vegas . roman's degree in management .
songs ⇢ "let me in" by tanerélle (x) . "blind" by monsta x (x)
read also ⇢ k.tober 2025 masterlist (x)
note ⇢ thank you so so much always @spiicii for helping soundboard, that one post someone made and @lov3rla03 endorsing it. this is kinda fun and different to explore for my writing, but i'm excited!
among the list of bad decisions, this was definitely one of them.
roman had insisted to her that they should share the room, despite the impropriety given that he was her boss, and she was his personal assistant, and knowing that they were playing with fire. he said it would put him at ease knowing she was getting rest, proper rest, not whatever she could manage in the rental car for their business trip in manhattan. it was the hotel’s fault for overbooking, and now she was paying the price for it in the rather lavish penthouse suite they put roman and herself in as compensation. a free penthouse suite, no less.
the stupid thing, she considered, was his insistence on her having the bed. every time she made herself cozy falling asleep on the couch to whatever movie was playing on the television, it didn’t matter, because roman always repatriated her to the bed with ease, leaving his larger frame taking the smaller piece of furniture and looking wholly uncomfortable doing so. by the third night, she created a pillow barrier on the massive texas king bed, and she let him gloat in the way roman reigns did when it came to acquiring and closing business deals.
she couldn’t sleep, she really couldn’t. how could she, when her boss was sleeping right next to her, and looked like a fucking greek god carved from bronze? she cursed herself—of course she had to become the clichéd personal assistant that had an attraction to her decently older boss. and she couldn’t deny the way he looked at her, too, when she solved his problems before he even thought about it; when she did her job and several of the managers’ jobs better; when she did anything worth commending. the porn practically wrote itself, at this point.
a whimper escaped her throat as she turned again, curled up and bundled into a ball. it mutated into a shrill squeak of sorts when she made eye contact with roman, who was also as awake as her. one of the pillows of the barrier was removed, leaving them breath to breath. “couldn’t sleep?” he asked, voice dark with something beyond just exhaustion. his hand went up to brush some of the strays out of her hair; she allowed it, even leaning into it like a purring kitten.
she shook her head, daring herself to get a little bit closer, shifting the next pillow to let her get warmer. “too much on my mind, i guess.” roman didn’t prod further, welcoming her into his arms, his large hands encompassing her body, removing any semblance of proximity.
her eyes met his, heat for heat, want for want. it was a silent dialogue as even more distance vanished, leaving their breaths fanning against one another when he yanked them both up into a sitting position. her legs naturally wrapped around his waist, her soaked heat perfectly meeting with his hard crotch. her hips moved first, experimental, conversational.
he responded in kind, letting his own meet in that tantalizing tango of heat. roman’s lips met hers, his beard soft against her skin. her body arched up into him, their lower bodies communing slowly, unrushed despite the wetness of their kisses and the firmness of his grip on her body.
her mind reeled, even amidst all of the pleasure wracking her system, nearly whiting out any potential thoughts about repercussions and hr violations and public scandal that could affect roman’s career. yet, roman’s voice, as it always tended to, stopped that spiral before it had a chance to pick up off the ground. “focus on me, babygirl,” he crooned, offering a particularly firmer thrust to emphasize his point, “don’t think about all that other shit right now. that ain’t important.”
he was probably right, and she obeyed in what little way she could through pressing her clothed cunt closer to his crotch, her panties thoroughly soaked as she dripped a wet spot onto his sweatpants. he didn’t seem to mind, she figured, given the way he groaned into her mouth; he swallowed all of her desperate whimpers and mewls, patient against her erratic movements as he got her to that precipice. the grinding was morphing into bouncing as he guided her, his massive hands gentle, yet intentional, in their guidance. “r-roman,” she cried into his mouth, every sound feeling like something was punching the air out of her in the best way.
“i got you, baby, just let go,” he assured, voice tight and tense before his expression tightened right alongside hers, their orgasms crashing into their frames. she called his name in a heady, breathless keen, and he hers in a feral grunt. her release, that sweet wetness, amplified the pronounced dampness on roman’s sweatpants. her panties were completely drenched beyond repair. their breathing was ragged, and she took heavy lungfuls of air, body leaning forward to rest perfectly in roman’s broad chest. his arms wrapped around her tightly as he leaned back slowly, settling her body on top of him like a personal weighted blanket.
as her eyes fluttered shut, she heard his voice rumble deep into her marrow once more, their hips still lazily entwined in that sensuous dance despite the repose. “i got you, baby,” he rasped, daring to press a kiss to the top of her head. she tried not to let her mind swirl too much in the murk of what could happen throughout the remainder of the trip now that they had laid it all out on the table. she tried not to let her head consider what would happen once they were back home, operating under the world’s scrutiny.
because roman tended to make her bad decisions not feel that bad. she had a feeling this week was going to be another example of it, if how tightly he held her was any indication. she wasn’t sure if it was good that she didn’t mind him making her feel that way.
pairing → roman reigns x gender neutral!reader
word count → 1.8k
warnings -> dom!reader, sub!roman, metal bondage, brat taming, subspace
notes → based on this ask on mother’s blog @lov3rla03 and this idea from anon!
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You knew this would do the trick.
Roman had already proven that he could destroy nearly every restraint you could buy. It didn’t matter if it was made of rope, plastic, leather, or even metal. Roman was strong. Stronger than any other submissive you’ve dominated. But he wasn’t all-powerful.
You watched in amusement as Roman knelt on the floor, thrashing wildly against the chains that held him down. You had decided to splurge and buy the heaviest, thickest metal chains money could buy, installing anchors in the concrete floor to ensure that no one, not even Roman Reigns, could break free.
You leaned back in your chair, one leg draped lazily over the armrest, as you watched the show. Roman had his teeth bared like an animal, the chains rattling loudly as he continued to tug and yank on them.
“You can fight as much as you want, sweetheart,” you sighed. “But this will go a whole lot easier if you submit now. Don’t want to hurt yourself, do you?”
“Fuck you,” Roman spat, his lip curled into a feral snarl. To anyone else, it might be terrifying, but to you, it was every other Tuesday.
“Suit yourself,” you shrugged. “I’ve got all night.”
Roman continued to struggle, his face red with anger and exertion.
You knew this was hard for him.
When you’d first discussed what he was looking for, Roman had admitted that he never felt that he could truly submit to anyone. Part of it was pride and ego, but it was also about respect. He’d never crossed paths with anyone who could truly break him, a quality he’d been searching for but never been able to find. He was just too strong, both physically and mentally. Most dominants gave up on him.
But not you.
You might not be the biggest or strongest dom in the world, but you knew how to take care of your boys. And you knew what Roman needed, more than anything, was a chance to fight. It was the only way to break him.
He needed a chance to struggle and resist, using his full strength against restraints that wouldn’t break to prove to himself that he was completely helpless. Only then would he submit, both physically and mentally, to someone else. No other dominant had been able to do it. No other dominant had the patience to try.
But not you.
You pulled out a nail file and began shaping your nails, whistling softly to yourself as Roman continued to thrash in his restraints. While you were putting on a good show of being aloof, you were still watching him carefully. You didn’t want him to hurt himself.
Roman let out a long, creative string of expletives, shaking his hair wildly as he attempted to tug on the heavy metal collar around his neck. You’d hardly given it any slack, forcing his head down to where it was bolted into the floor. The manacles around his wrists and ankles were no better, each of them anchored in the floor with barely any room to move. Still, you knew Roman could find a way to hurt himself if you didn’t keep a close eye on him.
Roman finally stopped his thrashing, his head bowed as he struggled to catch his breath. You paused your filing to look over at him.
“You done?”
“Not even close,” he growled.
“That’s okay. Take your time.”
Roman’s lip curled again, tugging uselessly on the chains around his wrists. You knew this would take awhile. Roman had impressive stamina, which is why he’d given you the next few days to do this. You both knew that this would be a process.
“You know, you look very beautiful like this.”
Roman paused his struggle to look back at you, his eyes burning with hatred. “Fuck you.”
“No, I mean it. My big strong man on his knees where he belongs. It’s a beautiful sight.”
“Don’t get used to it.”
You chuckled. “Oh, I’m getting used to it. I’m starting to think I’ll keep you here awhile. It’d be nice to have a big scary dog on a leash here in my basement. Then I could come down and play with you whenever I want. Would you like that?”
“That’s not gonna happen.”
“Hm, I don’t know. Doesn’t look like you’re going anywhere to me.”
Roman glared at you. “I will.”
“Well, go on then. Leave.”
Roman renewed his efforts to escape, once again thrashing in his restraints.
So you waited.
The hours passed by. Roman’s movements grew slower and slower, his energy slowly draining. You’d padded the inside of the manacles, but you could still see how his skin had reddened from how hard he’d been tugging on them. His body was dripping with sweat, his hair completely soaked and hanging low over his face.
“Do your knees hurt?” you asked.
Roman refused to answer.
The floor beneath him was padded, but the human body could only take so much. He’d been on his knees for hours. He’d been using every ounce of strength he had to fight the chains that restrained him. He couldn’t move. Couldn’t change positions. He was stuck there, bound tightly in the center of the room with no chance of escape. Surely he was broken by now?
You crept forward, feeling emboldened by his stillness. You could see he was still breathing heavily, his face covered by his long hair. You stood in front of him, waiting.
He didn’t look at you.
Feeling even more confident, you reached out a tentative hand to brush some of the hair from his face.
Suddenly, Roman’s head jerked up, his teeth snapping viciously at your hand.
“Whoa!” you chuckled, pulling your hand away. “Not tamed yet, sweetheart?”
“Not in a million years,” Roman seethed, a few droplets of sweat rolling down his cheek and landing on the floor below.
You sighed. “That’s too bad. I was hoping for a sweet, obedient boy to play with.”
“Don’t get your hopes up.”
“We’ll see.”
So you waited.
When the sun rose, you knew you were getting close.
Roman was tugging dejectedly on the manacle around his left wrist, his head bowed in defeat. He looked exhausted. He’d been sweating so much that the floor around him was soaked with it, small droplets splattering with every tired shake of his head.
You reclined in your chair, waiting patiently. You wanted to make it clear that you weren’t going anywhere. It didn’t matter how long this took. You weren’t giving up on him.
Roman made a low sound in the back of his throat and you leaned forward, watching him carefully.
“What is it?” you asked. “What do you need?”
Roman glanced up at you. He tried to curl his lip menacingly, but the gesture was half-hearted, his breathing ragged.
“Sweetheart, I need you to use your words for me. What do you need?”
Roman closed his eyes, letting out a resigned sigh. “Water.”
You were quick to bring it to him.
You brought the bottle close to his lips, though when he leaned forward, you hesitated.
“You gonna bite me?”
Roman’s jaw tightened. “No.”
You stared at him. For once, Roman didn’t seem interested in lashing out. Instead, his eyes were flickering to the bottle in your hand, already parting his lips in anticipation. You allowed yourself to relax.
“Good boy.”
You brought the bottle to his lips again and Roman gratefully accepted it, nearly downing the entire thing until you finally pulled it away.
He stared at you.
You could see the desire to submit beginning to shine in his eyes, but he still seemed distressed, his brow furrowing as he tugged on the manacles again.
“It’s okay, baby,” you murmured, reaching out another tentative hand towards his face. “It’s okay if you’re ready to let go.”
Roman pulled away from you, his eyes burning again. “Fuck off.”
You sighed.
“Okay.”
So you waited.
A few more hours passed. You had returned to your seat, still watching him carefully. You had to admit you’d never had a sub hold out this long before, but Roman never made things easy.
He’d stopped struggling a while ago, though you couldn’t be sure what he was thinking about. All you could do was watch his chest rise and fall.
Rise and fall.
Rise and fall.
He hadn’t looked at you in hours.
Then… something shifted. Looking back, you couldn’t be sure what it was. Perhaps Roman’s muscles finally relaxed, his body surrendering to the restraints. Perhaps it was the expression on Roman’s face, something new and vulnerable shining in his dark eyes. Whatever it was, it made you quickly rush to his side, kneeling down in front of him to push some of the hair out of his face. Somehow, you knew he was no longer a threat to you.
“Sweetheart?” you murmured.
Roman looked at you and that’s when you saw it. After all his fighting, all his defiance and resistance, he was finally, finally broken.
“There he is,” you breathed. “I’ve been waiting for you.”
Roman let out a low sound, looking more vulnerable than you’d ever seen him.
You knew what you needed to say now. This part was important.
“You put up a good fight, baby,” you murmured. “A very good fight. But you know what this means now, don’t you?”
You kept your tone low, your words sickly sweet. You wanted him to feel this. “You can’t escape. You can’t leave. You can’t fight me. There’s only one thing left for you now.”
You cupped his cheek and stared at him, driving the point home.
“Submit.”
Roman’s bottom lip quivered, letting out a small, broken sound at your words. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest. What would he say? What would he do? What did the great Roman Reigns look like tamed and broken?
To your surprise, Roman leaned into your touch, his eyelids fluttering as you continued to stroke his cheek. And when he let out a whimper, a foreign sound from the normally proud Tribal Chief, you couldn’t help but smile.
“There’s a good boy,” you whispered. “I knew you could do it. Such a pretty, submissive new toy for me to play with.”
Roman looked up at you, his eyes beginning to glaze over as he sank into subspace. You suddenly felt emotional. Roman had told you ages ago that he’d never been in subspace before. He didn’t think it was possible for him.
“I’m so proud of you, baby,” you murmured, reaching out to pet his hair. “So, so proud of you.”
Roman hummed happily. You’d never seen him this way before–his handsome face open and vulnerable, completely trusting as you continued to stroke his hair. You thought he’d never looked more beautiful.
“Who do you belong to, pet?” you asked.
“You.”
There was no hesitation. No fight. No resistance.
You smiled again. “Good boy, Roman,” you whispered. “Good boy.”
