Lactation fetish: getting sexually aroused by lactating breasts, breastfeeding, or both
He could never get enough of you. The softness of you, your scent. It’s cliched but true, it was something that was uniquely yours. It told him everything he hoped to ever know about you without you uttering a word. Anger, sadness, calm, distress, arousal. Everything.
He could smell you from across the village. How your scent changed for him, called him to you. You took on his scent a bit, changing to signal that he was your true mate. It warded off unwanted advances from other alphas, making sure they knew you could never be theirs.
When you were fertile the scent of you changed again, warm and inviting. Your body practically begging his to fill you, keep you full until his seed took root. He couldn’t help himself, becoming overly protective. He was unable to keep his paws off of you until he knew that you were carrying his pup.
When you became pregnant, your scent changed again. Subtly and deliciously, radiating calm and arousal, hunger and at times annoyance. He huffed a laugh when you bristled at whatever offended you in the moment before eagerly working to placate his Omega.
He always found you irresistible, but in a moment of need there was another change in you. Your body was preparing for your pup. To nourish and protect them, the ultimate gift you could bestow on your brood that was sure to grow.
Legs slung over his hips, you clung on to your alpha positioned under you just so, your swollen belly to his soft belly, the years of being a sell-sword now replaced with years of settling in a home and tending to his land. His narrow hips snapping up into you as he wrapped his strong thick hands around your middle, holding you in place. Skin slick and sweaty, he nuzzled at your neck, licking at the salt of your skin as you mewled and gasped at the curls at the base of his knot connecting deliciously against your swollen clit.
He rumbled against your skin as you clung to him, unable to calm himself. His dark eyes focused on the swell of your chest, taking in the color of your nipples, how they have changed ever so slightly. Instinctually he leaned in, running his aquiline nose against the skin.
“Mi perla,” his voice low and gravely, almost as if he were too overwhelmed with the new scent. A blooming richness that wove its way through his body and buried itself deep in his cock, encouraging him and tugging deliciously at the coil that threatened to break.
Threading your fingers into his soft hair, you tugged him closer encouraging him to continue his exploration. “Can I, mi amor?”
His brows carried a worried heaviness to him, the scar running through one of his deep brown eyes furrowed as his rational brain threatened to quell his primal need. Pulling him closer, you nodded, rolling your hips as best as you could, granting him permission.
“I can smell you. I can smell it.” Gently cupping your breast, he felt the weight of it. Let it rest in his palm before squeezing, his index finger and thumb capturing your pebbled nub and squeezing. “So ripe, ready. Our babe will grow strong and healthy from you, mi vida.”
Unable to resist, his tongue darted out to capture a drop of pearlescent liquid that gathered at your peak. The bloom of it threatened to push him over the edge as you jolted in response. “Alpha.” Your whine was so needy, so pretty.
Hungrily he pulled your delicate skin between his soft lips, greedily suckling as he quickened the pace of his hips before they began to falter. Encouraging him, you moved to meet his rhythm as his own scent filled the air, possessive and hungry just for you. Groaning into the soft swell of your breasts, his knot throbbed and expanded, filling the space of you as he filled you again. Your body shattering as well, pulsing and fluttering around him.
Pulling away with a soft plop, he looked up at you with eyes blown impossibly dark. He had imbibed another gift from you, and he knew he would not be able to resist you again.
Alpha!Pero x Omega!Reader - Emparejar AU
Holidaytimes 2021 Masterlist
Warnings: Mentions of food, Fluff, Mentions of alcohol, A/B/O AU, Slightly Possessive Pero
Wordcount: 454
Day 10 - Winter Market || Murmuring crowds, rows of stalls, and the smell of food.
He’d lost you again. He hated the feeling of losing sight of you. He bristled a bit but drew breath to calm himself down. Next to him someone yelled, chickens clucked, and the smell of roasted meat filled the air. An underlying smell of cinnamon and horse dung from the stables near threatened also hung in the air.
Huffing at the air again, he calmed himself further wishing you were near until the scent of you creeped in. You smelled like him and happiness. Turning, he pushed past a haggling pair, yelling about the price of the freshly plucked hens. He concurred that the young maid was being swindled much to the annoyance of the vendor who mumbled a lower more appropriate price and clearly yelled at Tovar to leave his booth.
He walked past the rows of stalls, past hung sausages and baskets of root vegetables following the scent of you. The scent you’d let him mark you with, that you soothed him with, that was a combination of your designations and unique to you. His omega.
You stood in your stall with your village’s goods. A few soaps and ointments, candles and knitted blankets, and at the end the last of your pastries and sweetmeats. All selling faster than you could keep up with. He slunk past a patron, their nose buried deep into a candle that smelled of the morning dew and cloves.
“Did you get turned around, my love?”
You winked at him before handing a small child a parcel of goodies. They proudly handed you their coin and took off running towards their mother, excited to show her their purchase.
“Mi flor, I always find my way back to you.”
He held his hand out to you, a cup of mulled wine steamed in a tankard held between his fingers. Even now, after all this time, when your fingers brushed your heart fluttered and your pheromones sang.
“How much?”
An older woman pulled your attention from your loves dark eyes, a low growl of annoyance emanated from him that you quickly covered with an exaggerated greeting and putting your body between them, acting as a comforting wall to him and an attentive merchant to her.
He was proud of you, chest puffed and shoulders squared to see you at ease and doing what you desired. He stepped away, helping another visitor and grumbling as best he could across the table. Your presence calming everyone who neared, casting away any hesitation they may have felt at the sight of the imposing alpha who stood by your side.
When all your goods had been sold and the day turned to afternoon, you packed up the remaining wares, content with the coin you had made that would help to serve the Omega village you Alpha tended over and you called home.
“You did well, mi flor.”
Humming, you lifted your lips to meet his. Soft and a bit cold from the air, he tasted of spices and Christmas.
“We did well, Pero. We did.” He growled once again, but with more of a contented purr. He’d take you to market anytime you desired but now wished to take you back home, tired of sharing your wonder with the world around.
Hi my darling 💜 If you are still taking prompts and there is room, can I slip this little idea towards you in case it feels good:
So maybe Alphas are vocal and when relaxed, there is this deep rumble or purr at their chest. Omegas do this too, but it’s more rare and intimate, considered a very private thing and shared with only those closest to the Omega. For a Alpha of your choice, how about the first time they hear their Omega’s purr?
Thank you for considering this!
M! My dear dear friend!
Thank you for this absolutely wonderful prompt. I’ve been obsessed with A/B/O vocalizations and this is perfect! I need some alpha!Pero in my life right now, so please enjoy this little nugget. And thank you so so much for taking a moment to request.
Your Gift
Alpha!Pero Tovar x Omega!Reader
Warnings: A/B/O AU, Alpha/Omega dynamics
Wordcount: 500
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This first time the sound hit his ears, he froze. Rooted in the spot as the soft rumble hit his ears.
You hadn’t known you’d done it. In your bedroll fast asleep, he had seen you shaking, trembling under your threadbare blanket. The fire’s warmth not reaching your bones, kept you moving to stave off the air’s chill.
He couldn’t pull his eyes from you as you laid pressed to the ground, warming under the additional blanket and his own heat. Nuzzling the rough blankets and scooting closer, the purring steady and low, only for him.
If you had awoken in that moment, you would have seen the well worn scowl softened in the firelight. Shadows bouncing off the scar over his left eye, and the creases of his smile. A smirk at the gift you had honored him, an alpha you presumed did not desire you or want anything to do with you.
An alpha who kept his distance, much like the other mercenaries you traveled with. A mixture of betas and alphas who scoffed at your designation, eager to part ways with you when your heat rolled through.
However much you thought he disliked you, he did not. He waited patiently nearby, keeping you safe from any unwanted alpha’s drawn in by the scent of your slick and want. He provided when you least suspected, securing you extra provisions he had heard were to your liking.
The following morning you awoke alone, the space beside you still warm and heavily laden with the scent of leather, saffron, and the sea. You trilled with pleasure; stretching languidly, almost startling yourself with your own purring, hoping no one could hear you.
Bedroll in hand, you packed to leave camp. Approaching the source of the scent that permeated your senses. That followed you through your morning’s routine while you ate and washed in the nearby stream.
“I believe this belongs to you, Tovar.”
You approached carefully, confused as to why the alpha who avoided you had shown you kindness. However that confusion was quickly washed away, when in his hands he held a much softer blanket than his own, having traded in a nearby camp in the early morning light.
He thrust the blanket in your direction. “This should help keep you warm, mi flor.” As your fingers grazed the fabric, the low rumble he yearned to hear grew in your chest. Your omega unable to be contained, you stepped closer to him. The look of pride had overtaken his striking features.
“Thank you, al- Tovar.”
Calming waves flowed from you, washing over him. His eyes were heavily hooded and stance relaxed as you continued to close the distance. He imbibed everything you had to give him in this moment, the alpha in him preening at the gift your omega had given him. Unable to stop himself, his alpha rumbled in response:
“A la orden, omega.”
**
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Translations:
Mi flor - my flower (term of endearment)
A la ordern - at your service
Summary: Shortly after presenting Omega, you took your life in your own hands and moved to a secluded village which houses a colony of Omegas. Here you’ve lived your life running your own bakery and a valuable member of the community, until one day an Alpha named Pero Tover turns your world upside-down.
Wordcount: 5.9K
Warnings: A/B/O dynamics, anxiety (distress), sexual content, mentions of forced bonds, yearning, angst
Notes: Super inspired by @absurdthirst post on Alpha!Tovar, while I tried my best to not borrow any headcannons, the idea of Alpha!Tovar really lived rent free in my mind. Also the idea that Alpha!Tovar drinks his respect juice is an HC i have to abide by, my soul demands it. Also, very much not beta read...
Part 2
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The day you presented was the worst day of your life. You cried and cried until your face was puffy and raw for your salty tears. You had screamed your voice hoarse and wanted nothing more than to crawl to the center of the earth to escape it.
Your family was at a loss, a group of folx ready to do their duty regardless of presentation. Your mother had hoped you would have it easier than most, finding your true mate would have been ideal. Your body biologically ready to accept them and bring more pups into the world.
This unfortunately was not a luxury for many, most deciding not to search for their true mate and forcing their bond with another. Some were done to unite kingdoms, end wars, buy livestock, or settle debts. Some were done out of lust or necessity and when you came of age, you found out that some Omegas choose to live a life away from the port towns, away from the villages, and far far away from civilization to make their own lives for themselves in small sanctuary villages of sorts.
With the aid of natural geography and a few reinforced walls, Omegas could live out their lives in small hidden villages, far from the stalking Alphas of the world. Suppressing their heats with herbal concoctions and with the lack of Alphas around their heats were less likely to come. They were free to become the person they wanted to become without the inconvenience of needing to be paired with an Alpha.
Most Omegas who came to the villages stayed and some found life to be much harder than they anticipated. Needing to be protected and cared for by an Alpha. When they returned to their villages, they settled for any Alpha that peacocked in front of them, knowing they had removed themselves from society and would face shame returning without a mate.
You had written the village elders to explain your predicament. They had held a small council meeting and sent a chaperone, usually a trained and trusted Alpha, with one of the Omega elders, now well past their prime mating years and in no danger of attracting unwanted Alpha attention to visit with you and make sure their village was the right fit for you.
They candidly explained the small society they had built, a small self sustained village hidden from the Alpha aggression of the world, where Omegas were free to make their own decision, care for themselves, and live out their life as they saw fit. They had to work the land, hunt, build, and care for themselves but this was their place on earth free from the bond of being an Omega.
So you thought long and hard about it. Weighing the cost of ostracizing yourself from society and what it would mean for you and your family. With their reluctant blessing, a packed horse and coin, you were sent on your way. Making the long journey to your new home.
When you arrived you were given the choice of what trade you wanted to learn. Back home you were very skilled in the kitchen, following your mother in her garden, helping her mill flour, and baking bread for supper. Soon helping her run her booth at the market and providing a hearty and flavorful bread that everyone in the village soon knew you for.
You requested a spot with the local baker who was more than happy to bring you under their wing. Providing you with room and board while having you apprentice in their shop. The first few months were spent cleaning and milling flour. You were perpetually covered in flour and found it in places you didn’t realize it could reach. You learned how and when to plant the wheat, when to harvest and when to grind the harvest down.
You learned about the yeast in the air that made the bread rise and you learned to properly tend a fire to bake your bread to perfection. Over the years you were trusted with more and more, soon taking over more responsibilities from the baker who was growing older and tired but happy to see you flourish and grow.
One day they handed you the bakery with the understanding that you would make sure the rest of their days were safe and secure and you took the responsibility with pride. The bakery and town, while still small, had much to offer to the outside world and once a week the elders would travel with goods made in the village and take them to sell and trade, bringing in coin. You sold flour and occasionally bread that was hearty and kept fresh for longer days.
***
One of the village elders entered your shop, shawl pulled around their shoulders moaning as the smell of warm bad filled their nose. After the usual morning pleasantries they asked for your weekly contribution nodding their head towards the cart parked outside. You rounded the wooden counter and began to toss the bags of flour you had prepared for market, making idle chit chat.
“We have a new Omega to bring back with us.” The elder announced, a hint of excitement in their voice. It had been a while since an Omega had chosen to live in your village and the occasion of a new arrival was always cause for celebration and a warm welcome in your town.
“Did you hire a chaperone?” You looked around the cart and down the street, looking for the trusted Alpha who would accompany the Omegas to and from the village.
“No, we have a man that has been recommended to us,” the Omega swelled with pride. “He’s a sell sword, a known protector.”
You frowned at the idea of a murderer for coin, let alone an Alpha murder for coin would be allowed anywhere near the village. Your face must have betrayed your silence as they quickly let you know that he came highly recommended, having helped another village during the winter and had been proven to be a trustworthy Alpha who while was known to have visited a brothel or twenty was also known to not agree with force bonding and was unmated by choice. You held your tongue at their reassurances, feeling not reassured in any way but wished them safe travels and the best of luck on the return back to the village.
That night you climbed the stairs to your small loft above the bakery, where you shut yourself inside for the night. You climbed into bed, mulling over what the news of a new Omega and wondering what they would choose to learn in the village. The last Omegas to have come to the village was about 5 years ago, one choosing to be a blacksmith and the other a school teacher, having been highborn and educated in reading, writing, and math in their before coming to live in your little community.
The winds had also picked up that afternoon, sending the doors and windows of nearly every home and shop in the village flying open. You watched as the local tavern maiden chased her laundry down the road, before catching her shift which had become hooked in tree branches. You worked with her to untangle the fabric, hoping to avoid too many hooks and tears while you both laughed.
The wind had persisted into the evening as well, rattling the windows and sending a rather chilly draft through your room. So you made sure to bundle up and hope the fire you has burning would last through the night.
The next few days the winds persisted, blowing through town in intervals. Knocking on the shutters and blowing the petals off all the flowers outside the elders committee hall. You were thankful you had finished planting your next batch of wheat, something told you to sew them a little deeper, and you were glad you listened to that little voice. However, you woke up feeling off, a little too warm for your liking. In the middle of the night you had somehow managed to wiggle out of your clothing, feeling it rub and grate against your skin.
You had pushed most of your bedding away from you, building little piles around you needing to feel burrowed and safe but ultimately unable to satiate your needs. It carried on into your day, pulling and fidgeting at your clothing as you milled about the bakery preparing the next days dough and helping customers.
“You don’t look so good, love.” A small redhead peered you, pulling at the sleeves of your top and tiny beads of sweat gathered at your hairline. You reassured her you were well and she need not worry. You threw in a few rolls into her basket which distracted her long enough to run out of your bakery and threw a quick thank you over her shoulder while hoping you wouldn’t notice the extras.
You had trouble concentrating, a pain slowing creeping into your body. You started fumbling over your words and were unable to stand. Your apprentice noticed, telling you to go to your room and rest, perhaps draw a bath to cool down, and clear your head. You reluctantly agreed and practically crawled up the steps, fighting yourself from shedding your own clothing along the way.
Once inside you quickly stripped off your skirts and top, throwing them on the floor as you slinked into the bath which was much too cold for your liking, so you worked as best as you could to heat more water, yelling down the steps for more which alarmed your apprentice.
When the water was sufficiently hot, you slunk back into the water, moaning crudely as the scalding water lapped at your skin, gently ensconcing you in a searing hug that teased the peaks and valleys of your skin. It seeped between your toes and the delicate skin between your thighs, blazing a trail at the skin least touched on your body. You scooted forward a bit, resting your knees against the sides of the bath letting the water rush over every bit of skin it could reach. You sighed in contentment as the water gently flooded any space between your folds, gently warming and soothing the prickling feeling you felt all day. The wind outside still howled, a slight draft wafting through your now steamy room, carrying with it a scent that stood your hairs on end and laid thick on your tongue. You moaned again, this time in pain as your muscles pulled tight and your walls clenched around nothing.
“No,” You groaned, your hands moving to rub the gooseflesh away. You brought them over your arms and across your chest, over the pebbled buds atop your chest, pulling an even deeper moan and a sudden release of slick between your legs.
Your free hand traveled further, dipping below the water along your stomach and over your mound before cupping your folds and gently running a finger along your slit. You whimpered as the pads of your finger brushed against your bud and traced your entrance, before you could think of anything else a loud knocking sounded at your door.
The village healer was on the other side, summoned by your apprentice. They quickly entered your room as you scrambled to cover yourself as best as possible, sinking into the water up to your chin, knees poking out and pulled together tight.
“What’s the matter?” You looked up at them with wide eyes and arms crossed over your chest, fingers digging into the skin of your shoulder.
Sniffing the air around you, their eyes grew wide, mirroring yours. “You’re in distress. Why?” They continued to sniff crouching down near your bath, pulling closer to you as you sunk further into the bath. Your nose dipped under the water, staying there until you had no choice but to pop back up to breath. They took that opportunity to smell at the slope of where your neck and shoulder met.
“You're in heat?!?” You both reared back from each other as you denied such a possible thing. Insisting that you hadn’t even seen an alpha let alone needed one in years. It was understood that while you were all living a life of solitary secluded Omegas, there would be an occasion where needs would arise and satisfaction might only be achieved with the aid of another, or simply put two Omegas enjoyed each other however they saw fit, conscientiously, and carefully. Making sure to not throw the other into heat.
Moving quickly the healer pulled herbs and oils from their satchel, huffing when they didn’t have everything they needed at their disposal. “Finish your bath, try not to touch… any...thing and I shall return shortly. Scooping up their kit, they were a flutter of cloth and cloak as they scurried out of your room.
The steam had dissipated in your room, having the door open had cleared it out and allowed more of the cool night’s air to enter. The wind was at a gentle breeze now, the scent you had caught fading away as the wind died down.
Whimpering at the loss, you finished your bath, careful not to aggravate your situation. By the time you had finished, dressed in the lightest chemise you had, and drained the tub, the healer had returned, beckoning you to the kitchen.
As you descended the stairs, a light pull low in your stomach stuttered your footsteps a bit but luckily you caught yourself as you continued to the kitchen. A strong herbaceous smell filled the air, growing stronger until you reached the fireplace where a small cauldron bubbled and vibrantly colored plumes of smoke languidly flowed out of it.
In the kitchen also stood a collection of the village elders. All holding large baskets and kind but concerned looks on their faces.
The healer reached over the cauldron with a small ladle, scoping the liquid into a tankard and setting it on the bench to cool where they had an array of herbs and dried flowers for you. While the mixture cooled, they carefully explained what you would need to do.
“This is your first heat?”
“In as many years as I’ve been here, yes.”
“Every evening you feel like this and no worse, you brew these together and drink a tankard full. In the morning, you drink the rest, making sure to finish it all. However, if you feel worse, you let me know. We’ll take care of you from there.” The elder nodded in agreement.
“What do you mean?” It had been a while since an Omega’s heat had fully taken over and you were too young to remember what had happened, but the looks on their faces quickly killing your curiosity where you stood. One shook their head, closing their eyes and you understood.
“Just drink this and keep in your room. We brought you these.” The elder who brought you initially stood close, closing a soft hand around your wrist and bringing you close. Your scent betrayed your composure, you were worried and slowly giving into your distress. They rubbed the supple skin, slowly scenting and calming you as best they could and pulling you into their side.
The elders quickly pulled the contents of their baskets out, presenting you with various blankets they had knitted and sewed, made of soft fabrics and yarn. They also handed you bundles of dried lavender and a lavender soap to help calm and soothe to keep you from releasing distressed pheromones as much as possible.
The healer slid the tankard to you, urging to drink. You brought the cup to your lips, smelling the concoction. The smell alone was warming and soothing, but once it passed your lips you grew surprisingly calm. It was as if the remedy had washed over you, taking with it the growing pain in your belly and the heat prickling at your skin.
The healer quickly ushered you back to your room, helping you with your gifts, cauldron, and herbs. “What do I do with these?” You looked down at the pile of gifted blankets, knowing you would only need one or two for the night.
“You’ll know.” The healer nodded before leaving and closing the door behind them. You stood sipping the last of the tea and pulled at your bed. Grabbing the blanket piles you paid a few down, getting the mattress nice and soft, soon building around the edges moving the fabric and
lines to and fro until they laid just right. Carefully laying in the middle, you fidgeted a bit more pulling and nuzzling into the mattress until you were nestled in but it was missing something. You just didn’t know what.
Soon sleep took hold of you and you fell into a deep slumber.
**
The Omega’s eyes ran over the armored man. He sat on his horse, aquiline nose up to the wind. His deep brows were knitted together even tighter than when she had first seen him. His corded neck stretched long as he sat to his full night, tasting the wind. He had been quiet yet kind, looking at her with kind eyes and sympathy, unlike the other Alphas in her village. They were brutes in her opinion.
Her father was concerned when the armored Alpha appeared with the village elder. Pulling his daughter away from him, growling that he had agreed to let her join the village so she would have the chance to do what she wanted to do with her life, not to have some alpha come claim her.
Although annoyed, Tovar stood back. Casting a gentle look at the Omega and releasing calm pheromones. He also stood a little hunched, to appear less intimidating to her father as the elder reassured him that Tovar was the right Alpha for the job and would not cause his daughter any distress or discomfort. Also suggesting he join them for the first leg of the trip until he was not allowed to go any further. This was satisfactory and he agreed to join them.
Now it had been a day since the Omega’s father had left and the winds were strong, blowing them along the road home as if almost to help them get to the village faster when they suddenly turned and the Alpha by her side was alerted. This all went unnoticed, or maybe best ignored, by the village elder who trusted him completely.
His hands flexed against the reins, squeaking against the leather as he fidgeted in his saddle. He grunted a bit before the Omega turned to him.
“Are you alright?”
“Si, everything is alright.” He reassured her before he continued observing their surroundings and urging the horses a little faster down the road as he felt himself become a little eager to find the source of the scent. An Omega in distress which he had smelled before but this one was different.
The next day the scent lingered in the air and settled in the back of his throat. He caught the Omega elder picking it up slightly, perking her head up from her cloak but before she could fully capture it, the winds ceased and with it the scent.
***
You laid in your nest, bared to the four walls around you, finally free of the fire burning in your skin. Which thankfully did not get much worse than the first night. However by mid day you were wrecked. You laid in your nest writhing in pain and whimpering.
Your apprentice ran as fast as her strong legs could take her, blood rushing to her ears as soon as she heard your moans. She smelled your distress, much stronger than it has been on the first day. When she went to check on you, you were sobbing and cursing. She would have laughed at the ting of annoyance in your voice had she not been so concerned with your wellbeing.
Now she was running towards the healer's cottage, only to find them stepping out of the door with a smile on their face which instantly fell at the sight of the panting Omega in front of them. Through gasps she told them of your condition, wiping the joyful look of their face and replacing it with one of deep concern.
“Keep the omega comfortable and locked away, I’ll be there shortly.”
They hurried past your apprentice to the elder’s council building where the new arrive sat patiently waiting, smiling though her nerves. Behind her stood Tovar, shifting back and forth working hard to soften the scowl on his face. He could smell the distress in the air, the heat his Omega was experiencing but he was confused as to how that would be possible.
He had yet to meet his true mate and frankly had no intentions to, he had traveled the four corners of the world fighting the fights for powerful Alphas hellbent on ruling the world. Alphas taking any Omega that crossed their path, willing or not; but while he fought their useless fights, he didn’t share their beliefs.
He would not force a bond, seeing how his parents were true mates. How they had an understanding and mutual respect for each other. He admired his father and how well he looked after his family, treating his mother as an equal.
But now here he stood, fidgeting and anxious wanting to soothe and protect like his instinct directed him to, but it wasn’t his place. The scent soon took over the room, the entire village in face, enough for the omegas to come out of their homes and businesses and gather in the main thoroughfare.
“We apologize, we don’t mean to cut your time with us short.” One of the elders stood, smoothing at the fabric in their lap. “W-we haven’t had this happen in quite a while, but once this is over we shall reconvene for a proper welcome.” They offered a curt smile at the bewildered Omega before the lot of them rose and rushed out of the room, leaving her and Pero alone.
One of the elders rushed back in, letting her know to take the loft above the council room in the meantime before grabbing their skirts and rushing back out. Pero grunted and pulled her bags over his shoulder and nodded towards the stairs, helping her get situated.
***
The healer cautiously entered your room, taking a tentative step in and peeking into your nest. They found you writhing, skin coated with a thin layer of sweat, fingers disappearing into your folds as you furiously worked at your release. Before they could step back you sprang up, a desperate and needy look etched on your face. Pupils blown dark and lips chewed raw.
You huffed and sniffed, pulling your hands away from yourself with a grunt before you lunged at them, pulling at the fabric of their tunic and bringing it to your nose. “The Alpha is here?”
Your voice was both desperate and overwhelmed in the worst way. “No, no no.” You pled and pushed the healer away.
“Is this the Alpha that has done this to you? He brought in the new Omega.” With a concerned look on their face, they abruptly turned and flew down the stairs to the awaiting elders. They convened in the kitchen where they talked about the alternatives. Your heat was not distressing the entire settlement, which would attract other Alphas. While the elders could vouch for Pero, the singular alpha in the area, they could not guarantee the village's safety against anyone else.
“This Alpha, is he trustworthy?” The healer looked to Tovar’s traveling companion who nodded. Telling them of the journey and how he had only exuded calm pheromones, even when they thought they may have caught him in a moment of agitation.
“He will need to take her away, until her heat is over. She cannot stay here.” Mummers and hums of agreement filled the air as the elders reached a decision.
***
You let out a primal wail of frustration when you were told you would need to leave the village with the alpha that had ruined your peaceful life. Wrapping you in a blanket, you were guided to the awaiting wagon, where you crawled in the back. You were barely able to walk, each step and rub of the burning your skin. You laid and mumbled incoherent curses of annoyance as your nest materials were packed around you as well as a change of clothes and food.
Pero sat patiently at the reins, averting his eyes at the sight of you and keeping a respectful distance. He let himself enjoy the sound of your voice, though the words were laced with venom and distress at the moment, your voice was possibly one of the most beautiful things he had ever heard.
“I shall make sure she is safe and unmolested while she works through her heat.” With that he snapped the reins and headed out of the village. You laid looking up at the sky, watching as the colors changed and the day turned to evening. Watched the trees pass by and birds fly up above.
You gently moaned for your alpha, slapping your hand quickly over your mouth before you buried yourself by pulling more blankets over your head. One blanket in particular called your attention, drawing a purr from deep in your chest. It was not as soft as the ones you knew you had, the fabric was coarse and smelled of earth but also smelled of him. You brought it to your nose, nuzzling into it and finally wrapping it around yourself.
The sounds of your gentle snores soon reached Pero who allowed himself to look back at you. He saw you had pulled his bedroll apart and wrapped it around your shoulders, tucking your head to your chest as you slept, fully covering yourself in him. Flushing at the sight, his breeches pulled a little tighter as well but he quickly scolded himself before turning back to the road and adjusting himself.
*
“Omega, we are here.” He gently shook your shoulder, stepping back and holding his hands up in surrender when you quickly shot up, looking around wildly. You were outside a small cabin, tucked away from the already secluded village.
Grumbling you attempted to stand, to only fall writhing and annoyed at your vulnerability. He reached down to help you up, but again you pulled away screaming at him to not touch you. You instantly regretted your outburst when you saw the hurt in his dark eyes. His features softened as he took a step back, swallowing thickly as he looked to the cabin and back at you.
“Well you can stay here on the ground or I can help you inside.” You huffed on the ground, nodding your permission for him to help you inside. He scooped you up into his arms, pulling you tight to his chest as he walked you to the cabin.
You instinctively pulled closer, running your nose along the tendons of his neck before you gasped and pulled your head away but not missing the low rumble he emitted. From your view you were able to take a good look at him. He has dark hair that curled slightly at the ends, with skin marked not only by the sun but also baring a few scars. You remembered hearing he was a sell-sword and frowned at the thought of him injured in battle but also slightly enraptured at the idea of watching him fight fiercely. He had a scar over his left eye, from above his brow to down his cheek. You quickly studied it as he stepped into the cabin, wondering what happened to the bestower and glowering at the thought of them possibly living to see another day. He caught your eye and the look of disgust, his heart clenching at fate's cruel joke of bringing him his Omega who could hate him so so much.
He dropped you unceremoniously in the bed at the far end of the cabin, quickly hurrying away as you whined at his sudden disappearance. He quickly unpacked the wagon, stored away the food, and built you a hearty fire as you watched him from beneath your blankets, hidden to him as best as you could manage.
Without turning to you, he spoke over his shoulder. His voice rich and beautiful to your ears, “Omega, I will not take what is not given to me.” with that he held up one of your blankets as if to ask for your permission. The bundle of blankets with eyes nodded at him and he tucked it under his arm before leaving the cabin, settling into the back of the wagon to sleep.
You spent two days in the cabin, crying, burning from the inside out, and fighting with yourself. Tovar did as he promised and kept his distance, pacing the growling outside of the cabin but never once forcing himself on you, he even denied a moment of weakness you exhibited. A morning when you mewled and obscenely groaned for him, knowing he was so close. Your back arched and pulled taught as you stuffed yourself with as many digits possible only to feel emptiness and pain at the lack of your alpha.
He walked away from the cabin, finding a small stream where he stripped and cleaned up. Palming himself to completion and grunting against his own skin before returning to his watch outside of the cabin.
The next day you woke up body aching and a soreness between your thighs but your head was the clearest it has been in days and your skin felt normal if only grimy and sticky from sweat and dried arousal.
A small wash basin stood in the corner partially filled, a fire was burning in the fireplace, and a plate of cheese, fruit, and dried meats was waiting for you as well as a small bundle of flowers in a cup.
Smiling, you quickly cleaned up and pulled on the clothes that had been packed for you before you stepped outside. Tovar sat sharpening his sword, his armor was off and he was simply wearing his tunic and trousers. You took a moment to look at him a bit, his sleeves rolled up to his forearms, revealing the muscles and sparse hair that covered them. The skin here was also marred with a few scars which you frowned at and hoped the assaulter was no longer walking the earth or at least paid for their violence.
Tovar caught your eye before you could school your expression, his scowl deepening before he turned back to his sword.
“Um, t-thank you, sir. You are a man of your word.” You played with the frayed edges of your clothing as you looked at the alpha who now would no longer meet your eye. “I apolog-”
“No.” He quickly cut off your apology, not wanting anything you had to offer in terms of apologies. “There is nothing to apologize for, mi flor. Please eat, you haven’t eaten in days.” He nodded towards the table before standing to his full height and guiding you back inside.
“Will you sit with me?” You asked, hoping you could talk with him now that your head was clear. He reluctantly sat, looking outside and then around the cabin as if looking for an excuse to not bother you.
He hastily slurped at his coffee, waiting for you to speak.
“So, um… uh.”
“Tovar. Uh, P- T-Tovar.”
“Tovar.” You nodded and quickly gave him your name. Which he rolled around on his tongue before speaking it out loud. Your eyes fluttered at the sound, wanting to hear him speak it again. Clearing your throat you continued, “This cannot be my life, I don’t want this.”
His brow returned to it’s signature scowl as he grunted an affirmative. Listening as you went on about how this was an inconvenience and you had your life that you enjoyed and planned to return to. His heart cracked at your words as he slowly got up, telling you to pack up for the journey back to your home.
The ride back was spent in silence, sitting on the wagon bench leaning towards each other spent mostly in silence as he only grunted responses to any question you had. Both convinced it was better this way.
Your bakery had been well taken cared of by your apprentice in your absence, which you thanked them for profusely. The new Omega had chosen a tutelage under the seamstress, and the village was once again as calm and serene as you remembered.
Tovar met with the village elders while you paddled off to the healer. He informed them of your current state and was promptly paid for his services. He weighed the coin purse in his hand, shaking his head as he removed the extra coins. “This is too much.”
The elder slid the money back to him “for the Omega in heat.”
“No disrespect, but I will not accept payment for taking care of m- the Omega.” His tone was final, just a hair shy of his Alpha voice, leaving no room for discussion. Impressed with his refusal the elders proceeded with an offer.
***
“I need you to help me break this bond.”
The healer looked at you as if you had grown two heads. “Pardon?”
“This BOND.” You motioned at yourself and pointed outside of the room. “To the Alpha. I’ve worked too hard to have this take everything away from me.” Your voice was pleading and distressed. You wanted nothing more than to have ownership over your own biology and would do anything for it.
“There has to be a tonic, or a potion, or a medicine, SOMETHING!”
The healer carefully walked to you, cupping your face and running a soft thumb over your cheeks to wipe away your tears. They cooed and shushed you as your shoulders heaved with sobs. “I’m sorry, I cannot help you. No one can.” You cried more, lost of hope and angry at yourself.
“What if i make him hate me? Will that break the bond?”
“If an Alpha rejects an Omega, I suppose that would break the true mate bond. But…”
“But what?”
“But I don’t know what will happen to you. Not finding your true mate and being rebuked by your true mate are two different things, my dear.”
Their brilliant eyes searched yours, warning and sympathetic to your need but also concerned and loving. “Do what you think is best, but be careful. He is a patient man, but he is also an Alpha.”
Heading their words you trudged back to your home, planning how to break this pesky bond between you and this handsome, considerate, and patient Alpha.
Summary: Shortly after presenting Omega, you took your life in your own hands and moved to a secluded village which houses a colony of Omegas. Here you’ve lived your life running your own bakery and a valuable member of the community, until one day an Alpha named Pero Tover turns your world upside-down.
Notes: Thank you to everyone and their amazing support for this story. I’ve had the best time with it!
Super inspired by @absurdthirst post on Alpha!Tovar, while I tried my best to not borrow any headcannons, the idea of Alpha!Tovar really lived rent free in my mind. Also the idea that Alpha!Tovar drinks his respect juice is an HC i have to abide by, my soul demands it. Also, very much not beta read…
Part 1
***
Your apprentice was practically buzzing with excitement when you entered the kitchen. They held their apron in their hands, wringing the fabric as they bounced on the balls of their feet.
“Have you heard? The elders offered the Alpha the cabin, asked him to patrol the area and keep guard for as long as he sees fit.”
Your eyes went wide and a gasp escaped your lips. “They what?” Grabbing them by the shoulders, you plead for them to calm down. “What did he say?”
“YES!”
“Why are you so excited?”
“Well, we haven’t had a guard Alpha in so so long and he took care of the new Omega who told everyone about how respectful he was and protective but never forced anything on her. Also, he’s not bad on the eyes, so she said.” Realizing their mistake in words, they coughed and cleared their throat before continuing. “And you, you look good! How was he at the cabin?”
You quickly answered and to your displeasure had absolutely nothing bad to say about him. “Wait, he threw me on the bed.”
“Threw you on the bed?!? And then?” Your stomach turned at the look on their face.
“Then, he sort of turned and walked away. He brought me more blankets and set up the cabin before stepping outside and locking me inside.” A wave of relief washed over you both and the apprentice perked up.
“See! He’s perfect!.”
“He is,” you responded flatly.
You had decided you were going to break this true mate bond before your next heat, if this alpha was to be around for longer than you cared for, you would make sure he hated you. However, not to be outdone, Pero found your attempts to dissuade him endearing after he realized what you were doing.
First you tried your best to sell him nothing but stale bread and at a steeper price, but the pride in your business and craft didn’t allow that to happen for long. Instead you found yourself making bread pudding from the bread you purposefully had set aside for him and making sure he had a good helping of it with his morning coffee when he stopped in next. He accepted your gift, shooting you a quick wink before he left the bakery that left you flustered for the rest of the morning.
Next you tried ignoring him, when he came into the bakery someone else would help him as you abruptly turned in place and busied yourself elsewhere, you turned your back to him in council meetings, and if you had to walk by him you held your head high and refused to look at him.
This he found especially funny as your body betrayed your intentions, especially when you spotted him helping the new Omega he had traveled with. She all but presented herself to him as you were walking by. The scent of your annoyance and a not so subtle undernote of jealousy wafted through the air, only picked up by him. He quickly turned to you, nodding and rumbling a few words in your direction before continuing his conversation. Your body preened and when you heard him wish you a good day, the hairs on your body stood on end.
Some mornings you found flowers waiting for you outside your doorstep, or extra meat being delivered, all care of Tovar. Your gardening was tended to, the weeds pulled, and the compost turned. When you asked your apprentice, they commented in seeing Tovar early in the morning or late at night.
You woke up to a thunk and a swift blade moving through the air. The night was warm enough to have the windows open to let in the soft breeze but with it came the noises from outside, usually reserved for small critters and the occasional howls but this early morning there sounds of wood chopping filled the air.
“What are you doing?” You spat out the window, his form stood chopping wood. Again not wearing his armor, a simple tunic pulled a little tight over his shoulders illuminated in the pale blue light of the morning. He stopped his movements, leaning casually with his hand on his hip and looked up at you.
He had freshly cleaned up, his hair was neat and his beard was trimmed. Leaving his mustache that framed his push lips perfectly. His dark eyes gazed up at you as those lips pulled into a smirk you wanted to kiss off his face.
“Mi alma, what does it look like I’m doing?”
“You need to stop doing things for me, leaving me gifts.”
“No, I cannot.”
Groaning you asked him why, you hadn’t reciprocated a single gift so far.
He chuckled, “You have made me extra bread, made me bread pudding and sweetmeat. You make sure I have ample supplies for the cabin,” at this you raised your eyebrows questioningly. “They smell like you, querida. And you preen when I am near. You can’t help it, no?”
You grumbled at the man, annoyed at how correct he was. “Wait one second, let’s not wake the town. Meet me in the kitchen.” You pulled your head in before sticking it back out the window and with a rushed and harsh “please.”
In the kitchen you prepared eggs and toasted bread, starting the fires that would bake the morning bread that morning. You also made a batch of coffee, quickly pulling your apron on before sitting across from the Alpha.
“Why do my gifts upset you, mi flor?”
You bristled at the nickname, growing accustomed to the sweet names he called you even when you were at your meanest. His voice always held a tone of care and adoration.
“I don’t need an Alpha to take care of me.”
He raised his eyebrows, questioning your statement. “You know what I mean, I don’t want this.”
“I told you before, I will not take what is not given to me, my cielo. But I have a job to do here, and I will do it well. I will patrol and keep this village safe until I am unable to. I will take care of- this village and everyone who lives here. You happen to live here, and so…” He held his hand up, palm to the sky as if there was nothing more he could do about it.
“I will not force you to be my Omega. I would never hurt you, anyone that way.” He sipped his coffee and watched you over the lip, his dark brown eyed burrowing into yours. He put his cup down and stood, not breaking eye contact and in a voice a hair under his Alpha he said “If you want me to leave, tell me and I will do as you wish.”
In the millisecond it took you to respond, his heart dropped knowing that he gave you a very clear question and he expected your honest unfiltered answer. You could very well deny him in an instant and he would do as he said and leave you alone but without a moment's hesitation you answered, “no.”
Your scent suddenly exploded in confusion and something else that Pero wanted to roll around in but would not until you allowed him to. Nodding, he wished you a good day before he stepped back outside. If anyone had seen him walk out of your kitchen they may have seen him walking at full height with his chest just a little broader and his gait a little lighter.
You, however, were internally cursing yourself, you knew you had to speak with the healer.
***
“You told him to stay?”
“No, but I didn’t tell him to leave.”
They watched as you nervously chewed your lip and rubbed your wrist. Understanding that your Omega had betrayed you again, but now you would most certainly enter another heat and something would have to be done about it.
“I will speak with the elders, we will call on you soon.”
“Before I go, why am I the only one affected by him?”
“Oh, my dear. It is because he is your true mate. Both of you only desire each other.” They looked at you with kind eyes, hoping you understood. “You smell like him.”
***
Tovar made himself more available to you but kept his distance, smelling the uncertainty and yearning you exuded while you smelled the calm and adoration from him.
His gifts didn’t stop, but he was growing less ridiculous about it and grew even more practical, which gave you more time to help the village and contribute more to the weekly market.
One day you awoke with a start, the pain you remembered from those past months ago had returned. Shooting from your core out to your limbs and back, tugging and pulling that had you writhing in your bed.
The healer was called to your quarters, this time they came prepared. You begged for the tonic they prepared for you the last time but were told it was too late for that, this time your Alpha was too close to hold it back or control your heat.
You clutched at their tunics as you sobbed in defeat. “Omega, you need to leave the village. We are calling on Tovar to take you to his cabin, where he will lock you away until your heat passes.”
You nodded painfully at them as you gathered your strength and pulled on some clothes but before you could will yourself out of your room, Tovar burst through. Eyes filled with concern as you whined at him, tears cascading down your face. “Will you come with me?” Whimpering a yes, he picked you up and carried you out to an awaiting horse.
“I need my blankets.” You spoke into the skin of his neck. Tentatively running your nose along the corded column, fighting against the instinct to mouth and suck at him. He rumbled in response, before assuring you that you would be fine.
The trip to his cabin was much faster this time without the encumbrance of a wagon and before you realized, you were gingerly laid on the bed inside. The noises coming from you were pitiful as you trembled on the bed, his bed. You felt the fabric under the tips of your fingers, pulling at it as you took in the scent. Pulling back you saw that it was the blanket he had asked you for during the last stay.
“Omega, these are for you.” He pushed a basket filled with fluffy and soft blankets and sheets as well as what you thought might have been some of his tunics to build your nest, as well as provisions for when hunger and thirst would strike. You looked up at him as he smiled kindly at you before turning to retreat.
You quickly pulled out the fabrics, quickly arranging them perfectly, knowing you had done so when you emitted a low purring before tentatively stepping in and curling up. Pero watched mesmerized by your meticulous building, reminding him of a bird at how every piece of fabric was perfectly placed, every pillow was in its place.
Abruptly he stood, walking to the other way where one lone blanket you recognized laid neatly folded. Plucking it up, he rubbed the woven yarn between his fingers as he walked towards you. Careful not to disrupt your build, he bent at the waist and extended his arm to offer the blanket.
“I would like to return this, querida.” His voice was a low rumble as the firelight flickered off his handsome features. Sitting up, you accepted his gift. Your fingers lightly grazing the warm skin of his calloused hands as you murmured a small thank you.
Your body trembled between sharp bouts of pain and a thin layer of sweat worked feebly to cool your skin. Your clothes were growing itchy and uncomfortable, causing you to whine and pull at the constricting fabric. You muttered a series of curses as you worked to free yourself from the garments.
Tovar’s eyes slammed shut as he tried to avoid your disrobement, understanding you were entering your most vulnerable moments of your heat. He quickly turned and left the cabin, sitting just outside the window as he listened to your curse and whimper. Slowly developing into a cry.
He heard you inside, his body aching with the desire to ease your pain, to fill you up, and make you his but as he had said before he would not take what was not willfully given to him. He knocked his head against the cabin wall, the dull thudding masking your mewls and pants before you yelled at him to stop.
“Why are you doing that?”
“Because my usually quiet home is now filled with the cries of a dying cat.”
You snorted, “So I sound like a cat?”
“No, mi alma. You do not sound like a dying cat.” He thought any sound from you was the most beautiful sound he had ever heard, no matter what the circumstance. You had yelled at him to leave the bakery at close and he did so with an affable smile curling his lips, content you had spoken to him that day. What he didn’t like was when your voice was distressed, which thankfully it had lost the edge to it once you had not banished him from your life.
He had gone quiet and the pain returned, a dull roar filling your ears. You were not ready to go through this again, as the wave passed you cleared your head before calling him in. Your mind swirled and clouded, your Omega calling for her Alpha deep inside but you resisted.
The fibers under your fingertips were keeping you grounded, reminding you that you were in a cabin, away from your home going through these ridiculous heats where all you could think about was being mated and bred. But somehow this blanket that smelled of him, your true mate, kept you tethered and from making a complete fool of yourself.
You looked around, trying to distract yourself as best as possible without actually leaving your warm soft perfect nest. You looked up at the one table with two chairs and a metal pitcher stuffed full of wild flowers similar to the ones you had growing outside your him as well as sprigs of lavender.
There was a small basket filled with your favorite fruits, some were quite expensive as the season for them was quickly ending. You took in deep breaths, trying to pick apart the contents of the cabin with your sense of smell. Which you found annoying and fascinating that you could do while in heat but otherwise could not.
You smelled some of your favorite cheese and some dried meat. You could also smell some bread and the latest bundle of sweetmeats you had given Tovar. You smelled wine as well, a lovely not too sweet wine.
You again felt the fabric next to your skin, rubbing your legs over it and burying your nose before realizing that Tovar had been preparing for you. He had been waiting for your next heat and made sure the cabin was to your liking, even scenting some fabrics for you to build your nest. He was making sure to keep his promise to you.
Your voice wasn’t distressed or annoyed, it was clear and direct causing him to stand at his full height as he entered the cabin, keeping his eyes averted from your bare form in your nest. He almost felt as if he was intruding but something about your scent was calm and reassuring, a moment of control you didn’t have moments before.
“Si?”
Wrapping a blanket around yourself you looked up at him, assuring him that you were as decent as you were going to get.
“The other morning, when you told me you would always take care of me unless I no longer wished, did you mean it?”
His heart skipped a beat and maybe dropped into his stomach as his throat grew dry. He had indeed promised to never take and to honor your wishes. He had hoped it wouldn’t come to this but he would be a man of his word for you.
The firelight flickered across his eyes, dark pools worried at the corner, his mouth drawn in a light line. You licked your lips, watching as he stood before you avoiding your eyes as he struggled to pull the words from his chest, simply nodding.
“Tovar, I need you.” You thought better of continuing. Leaving the words in the air for him to catch them as he pleased felt best.
His eyes finally fell to yours. You sat in his home where you built a nest and sat practically purring at him. You were not alarmed or confused, he didn’t taste desperation in the back of his tongue.
“Pero, my name is Pero Tovar, mi cielo.” You smiled at the gift of his first name, watching as his shoulders softened and relaxed and his eyes grew impossibly dark and inky sending a shudder through your body as you let your blankets fall and pool around you.
Hesitating, his eyebrows raised inquisitively and he questioned you, clearly saying your name in his Alpha voice and snapping you into clarity where you nodded and held your hand out to him. He gingerly stepped into your nest and settled beside you, careful to not disturb your build. He leaned in close, his arms grazing your skin drawing a whimper of discomfort and stopping his movements.
“What is wrong?” he asked, concerned and alert. His scowl deepening. You reached up to rub the little knot between his brows, before dropping your hand to his tunic, tugging at the material. “This hurts.”
He looked to you, then looked down to himself, the knot returning once again to the space between his brows. He rarely full disrobed in the brothels or with the partners he engaged with, only exposing the necessary bits of skin and nothing more.
You pulled at the hem of his shirt, stopping to make sure he would allow you to continue. He couldn’t deny you and would never ever do so, he knew this. Nodding he closed his eyes as fearing your reaction to his body, scared by won battles and years of hard work. Instead of words of dismissal and disgust, your lips pressed to his skin. Words of gratitude mumbled against the scarred skin as you kissed the patched you could reach, working your way to his neck where you lightly ran your nose over the slope, bushing the tendons you usually tried to avoid settling your eyes on.
His breath shuttered as he felt your warmth leave his skin. Pulling back you looked up at him, patiently waiting for him to open his eyes and look at you. He slowly opened his eyes, before wrapping his hand behind your neck and drawing you back in for a kiss. His lips, chapped from the wind and weather moved against yours, gentle yet intense, much like himself with you.
You moaned against him, pulling him closer as he wrapped his arms around you, deepening the kiss and licking into your mouth. Gently nipping and sucking as his hands roamed your skin. Memorizing as much of you as he could but once again stopping when you whined. “Mi flor?” His eyes wide in worry as you tugged at his breeches.
Chucking he quickly shucked off his pants, letting you pull him to you. He let you take the lead, knowing he would take full control when your heat was at its height and you could do nothing but beg and whine for him to fill you and hold you close. You laid him down and explored, once again got to work losing yourself in whatever you could reach before curling into his side and baring your neck to him.
He curled over you, slowly dropping his weight over your body drawing a pleasant sigh from your chest. Lowering his head to the slope of your neck, he mumbled into your skin, “Is this what you want?” Legs wrapping around his waist and fingers threading through his umber curls, pulling him close and trapping to fill any available space with his skin was all the answer he needed.
He ran his nose against the delicate skin, pulling forth delicious scents that made him twitch against your core. Nibbling and laving his tongue in that little spot behind your ear as he growled words of encouragement before moving back down your neck to your chest. Your back arched into his mouth, allowing him to wrap his arms around your as he drew the sensitive skin between his lips, dragging his teeth over the pebbled flesh as he slid a hand down your stomach to cup the slick warmth between your thighs.
You breathed his name and your hips moved against his hands, his fingers lightly tracing the folds and creases of your core, gently pulling and opening you to him. You were growing more impatient waiting for him to give you what you wanted, but what you didn’t quite needed.
He, again, laughed, teasing you as he mouthed at the soft skin of your stomach. “Do you want me to fill you, Omega?” Whining, your hips bucked again, pushing his hand against your sensitive skin. You whined, lips parting to beg but before you could get the words out his tongue warm and wet dragged up your folds before his lips wrapped around your swollen bud, the tip of his tongue running over and around before he sucked.
You moaned low and deep for your alpha, as he mouthed at your essence, drawing waves of slick from your core. Your body rolled at the warmth and jolted at the sensation, as you found yourself curling upwards towards him, pulling at his hair, the only thing keeping your grounded and reminding you that your Alpha was there for you.
As you shattered into his mouth, he held you tight. Moaning at the way your body responded to him, lit so bright and free for him. His hips ground down into the soft bedding as he grew harder with need.
He gently lapped and bit at your core, kissing your thighs as you started to pull away, resting on your back once again. Your breath came out in pants as he held your wrists, gently circling his thumb over your glands. “You will rest, my Omega.”
“But you-” he cut your words off as he laid next to you, pulling you into his chest. Kissing your hairline he promised to give you what you needed soon.
You spent the next days blissfully unaware of the outside world with your bodies tangled in your nest. He took care of you as he promised, filling you completely and fully, making sure you were kept full. He never strayed far, making sure the fire burned bright and you had plenty to eat between waves. “My Omega will never beg,” he promised you as he scented you. Sucking bruises into the skin of your neck as you laid in his arms. You laid in a bath he had prepared for you, lavender and slices of citrus floating on the surface as you sat in his lap. He filled you deep as you wrapped yourself around him.
Even as you kept him warm and secure, keeping his spend deep, deep, deep inside, this was a quiet moment of clarity between you both. Everything felt so right, you gently rocked your hips before settling your head on his shoulder.
“My Alpha?” he hummed a response. “You are just that, right? My alpha, no one else's?”
“Si.” His eyes widened, wondering what you were asking. He had anticipated your needs, making sure you were comfortable, fed, and safe. Making sure his Omega would want for nothing.
“The healer told me you were mine,” you kissed at the scar on his shoulder, the skin there kissed by the sun and your lips. If it were up to you, you would be in competition and winning against the sun that had known him his entire lifetime.
“So you know?” You pulled back to look into his eyes, dark and full of something you hadn’t observed the days you spent in the cabin, worry. “Know what, mi Omega?”
Your face did not give you away, neither did your scent. “Pero, tell me what you know.”
Swallowing thickly, he shifted in the water. Pulling you up a bit and drawing a shudder through your body, your walls fluttering around his length. “Mi flor, you- you are my true mate. You are my Omega, my only Omega and I am yours, your alpha.”
You studied him, watching as his brow knitted deeper in worry, his mouth pulling into a straight line. You caressed the skin between his brows before kissing his lips and settling back into his, resting your head on his shoulder. Kissing the delicious curve of his neck you mumbled against his skin for only him to hear, “good.”
You felt him relax, his hands on your thighs squeezing and kneading as he began to slowly move you over his length. His confidence renewed as you whispered into his ear, “When we leave this cabin I want to feel you for days, unable to walk without a reminder that you are my alpha.”
He shuddered at your words, his skin prickling as his hips thrusted up to meet your body before he settled back down and began to wash your skin.
***
Your return to the village was quiet and calm, you now fully smelled of your Alpha. However there was the issue that you were not bonded yet. Pero would not allow you to beg for a bond, nor would he mark you as his without your permission. Reminding you that you might feel differently after your heat.
However, during council meetings you sat close together, thighs touching a bit as you listened to the elders announcements. Occasionally his calloused hands would find your wrist, lightly rubbing back and forth over the delicate skin of your wrist.
You continued like this, with lingering gazes and light touches as the weeks wore on. He would check on you before his rounds, occasionally spending the night. While the elders were happy that your heat was tamed, there was still the issue of an Alpha practically living in the village and an Omega yearning to be bonded, so they called you both in for a meeting.
“You will need to make a choice,” they looked pointedly at you. “We understand that this is your Alpha and you are his Omega. He has been gracious enough to see you through your heat and works to provide for you. However, he cannot live here.”
Pero fought every instinct in his body to reach out and calm you, waking to hold your wrist and stop the reeling emotions coming off of you. You feared they would ask him to leave and never return and asking the same of you. This was your home, you didn’t want to leave.
Sensing the distress, the elder held up their hand hoping to reassure you. A kind smile on their face as they continued. “You must decide if you wish to bond with your Alpha and move to his home or if you would like the alpha to leave.”
Their words played around in your head, not making sense. “Would I need to leave the village? My bakery?”
“My dear, this is your home but the Alpha cannot stay unmated.”
Pero bristled at the conversation, hating that he had no say and was being spoken of as if he was not present. He did not want to force your hand, wanting to give you time to decide if you wanted to bond with him.
You looked to the elders before looking to Pero, asking if you could speak with him alone. They asked that you return within an hour's time with your decision, turning a tiny hourglass you had never seen used before but had spotted it sitting on the corner of the council’s table, perched and waiting for use.
You grabbed his arm before leading him outside, turning to face him once you were clear. He stood close, scowl deep and brooding as he began to grumble about the unfairness of the situation. You held a finger to his lips, shutting him in an instant. Moving to sooth the scowl you were growing to love so dearly, gently running your thumb over his nose and lips before you settled your hand over his jaw.
“My Alpha, do you love me?”
He nodded, lowly responding “Si.”
You closed any remaining distance waiting to bask in him as long as possible and asking him if he wanted to leave. You were releasing a calming aura, that wrapped around him and squeezed him tight. He had no doubts that you were his Omega, his love.
He responded with a simple “no.” He was a man of few words when he needed to be as direct as possible and this left no room for indirect responses or teases.
“Then my Alpha-”
“Mi Flor,” he cut you off, taking your hands in his hard worked calloused paws and cleared his throat. He kneaded the skin of your knuckles before bringing them to his lips. Between kisses he said, “If you wish for me to leave tell me so, if you wish me to stay I will be yours forever and the world will know that you are mine.”
You melted under his gaze, the look pooling low in your belly. He quirked an eyebrow at you as his lips curled into a confident smile, one side pulling higher than the other. Your eyes flicked to his lips before you pulled him back to the council. Your legs bounded up the steps eagerly and brought you to stand before them well before the end of the hour deadline.
The council eagerly listened as you spoke your decision.
Summary: Shortly after presenting Omega, you took your life in your own hands and moved to a secluded village which houses a colony of Omegas. Here you’ve lived your life running your own bakery and a valuable member of the community, until one day an Alpha named Pero Tovar turns your world upside-down.
Wordcount: 11K
Warnings: A/B/O dynamics, anxiety (distress), sexual content, mentions of forced bonds, yearning, angst, smut
Notes: Super inspired by @absurdthirst post on Alpha!Tovar, while I tried my best to not borrow any headcannons, the idea of Alpha!Tovar really lived rent free in my mind. Also the idea that Alpha!Tovar drinks his respect juice is an HC i have to abide by, my soul demands it. Also, very much not beta read…
Summary: Upon returning to your childhood village, you barter with your riding companion and fellow sellsword Pero Tovar for a substantial favor. Pero must pose as your Alpha counterpart.
Warnings: A/B/O AU, Alpha/Omega dynamics, Fake dating, Fake relationship, Gendered pronouns, Explicit smut, Angst, Yearning, Pining, Mild-Dubious Consent but it’s consent, Mentions of violence/death, Mentions of Sex Work
Wordcount: 7.9k
Notes: This has been sitting around in my WIP files for quite a while but I finally got a bit of inspiration and switched it up a bit. I’m pretty happy with it and I hope you enjoy a little more alpha!Pero!
*** When reblogging or talking about Omegaverse, please remember that ‘a/b/o’ without the slash punctuation marks (/) is considered a slur for the Aboriginal people in Australia.
“So, if I do this for you, this is mine?”
He held the molded metal in his hand, testing the weight of it in his palm. He had watched you wheel it with ease and dexterity. Watched as the blade glowed in the light, soon the shine dulling with the lives taken of the men who stepped in your way, underestimating your abilities. Now you were willing to part with it for an enormous favor.
You had carefully cleaned and sharpened the dagger as well as its sheath before approaching Tovar with your proposition hoping he wouldn’t question you further. He’d grown mildly alarmed at your scent, worried and hesitant but muted under the scarves you wrapped around your glands and the suppressing herbs you wore around your neck. You had thought to ask William, but your own tongue betrayed you and you found yourself shoving the dagger at the scowling mercenary and stumbling over your words to scream out your request.
Your skin flashed hot, you averted your gaze. You’d admired the alpha who stood before you, smelling and scraggly haired. When he bathed and cleaned, he was handsome and stunning. Where he was gruff with most, he was a bit softer at the edges, keeping near and making you feel safe. He was a true warrior, smelling of rage and arousal when you fought side by side on the battlefield. When it was all over, you’d retreat to your own bedroll, inn room, or the nearest stream to wash the grime off you as you thought of him. Circling your fingers quickly and well practiced, picturing him taking you gruffly and exactly as he needed as you came, whispering his name.
When William had accepted this latest job, he plotted a route that took you through a village you had long been avoiding, having vowed to not return unless heaven and earth moved it into your path. And it looked as though the stars had aligned and the earth had shifted from right under your feet.
You had protested and voiced a suggestion or two, but all of them added more than a day to your journey and this village was far enough away from the main road to not appeal to many travelers and bandits, but big enough where your group should be able to go undisturbed and rest for the night.
The sounds of hooves and the alpha’s huffs filled your ears. It was early morning and your group of swords for hire were a few miles away from a good night's rest and the cause of your discomfort, the next stop on your latest journey. However you were sulking in your saddle next to Tovar, worrying your lip.
“I’ll do it.” Before he could meet your eyes, you murmured a thank you, your scent still displeased but the edge of it easing just a bit, and kicked your horse into a trot, pulling to the lead, ahead of him and William.
“Seems rather put out, no?” William fell into step and mused at Tovar as they watched you sulk in your saddle, now angrily chewing on a piece of fruit and spitting out the pits. Tovar grunted an affirmative as he watched your lips pressed together to, spitting the seeds out with agility. Your tongue darted out to catch errant drops of juice which he followed with his dark eyes before averted his gaze. Shaking his head, he gruffed again and shrugged, “Omegas.” With that he was done listening to William wonder what was wrong and he quickly changed the subject.
As the village drew nearer, you fell further behind the group. Your horse pulled into a slow trot as you chewed your lip wondering how on earth you found yourself back here. You had left at such a young age, and now a lifetime later you were no longer the same person. Where you had grown into an adult with your own mind and intentions, the further you moved up the road the more the intentions seemed foolish and silly. Your mind which was yours to think and feel as you pleased, slowly shied back to when you were a child, hiding in your mothers skirts. The further you traveled down this road, the more time seemed to have stood still and the smaller you felt.
Your heart hammered in your chest as you passed the low mossy stone wall boarding the village and the only inn. Before you could set both feet on the ground, the tavern owner stepped out of the front doors, hands on her hips, a stern look in her eye.
“You know better than t’stop here.” The omega cast her gaze on you as William opened his mouth to speak. “Ma’am, I assure you we are but weary from our travels and seek beds and dinner for the night, we will-”
Her eyes shifted to him, cutting his words cold, the power and authority in her scent causing the words to die on even the strongest alpha’s tongue. Even Tovar thought better than to try to appeal to this woman. She nodded at you, “You know I’ll never hear the end of it, go on.”
“Please, just let us rest and bathe,” You looked at her with pleading eyes. Your voice small and trembling, drawing the concerned eye of Tovar and William. You scolded yourself as you ran your sweating palms down your trousers, stepping closer to appeal to the woman. You remembered her face from long ago, now much the same but very much changed. Her eyes cool and bright, behind heavy lids and a stern brow. Her lips pulled tight, yet started to curl at the edges.
“I can’t let them see me like this.”
Smiling, she gently cupped your face, her pink slipping slightly under the cloth around your neck, soothing the edge of your omega. Her palm was warm and she smelled of fresh bread and herbs, her own omega again taking over and pulling you in. “Go, as you are. Take the lot with ya.”
Tovar suppressed a growl, surprising himself at the bit of jealousy that bubbled up inside his chest. He wasn’t your alpha and it was not his place to want to calm you or claim you as his, but the past two years had been a practice in self control.
He’d grown accustomed to setting up his bedroll near yours, knowing you could cut down a man faster than most of the mercenaries you traveled with. He always made sure you were properly fed and left alone to bathe. Perhaps he had taken a whore or two that resembled you, buried himself deep trying to replace their curves with yours, having stolen one of your scarves to smell you when he came, grunting and spilling on someone else's skin. Now, he wanted to be the one calming you down.
Defeated at her tender yet final words, you turned back to William, Tovar, and the rest, motioning for them to get back on their horses. A resounding groan chorused from the brood.
The men stared at you, mouths agape at the interaction. You had been riding with them for well over two years. They had heard your quick tongue and witnessed your even quicker blade cut down men and well deserving women alike, but never had they laid eyes on you like this.
Your shoulders sagged in defeat as you trudged back to your horse, a small pout on your lips. Almost childlike in demeanor, which thoroughly confused the men.
“Señora, where are we to go?” Tovar’s words hissed through the air, giving the woman pause. She looked up at him with the look only a mother would spare a child whittling away at the last holds of her patience. “She’ll show you. Once you’ve made yourselves known, feel free to come back for a warm bath an’bed.”
Your body grew warm and uncomfortable with embarrassment. Within seconds of stepping back into this village you had been reduced to being spoken to and commanded like a child. The last decades of your life completely erased and disregarded by her warmth and rejection. Sighing you mumble for the men to follow you though the main thoroughfare and down to a small cottage.
Tovar’s horse came to a steady trot alongside yours, he held a smirk of sorts on his face. He wasn’t entirely sure how to communicate with you, your usual words were mostly heated banter, quips, and teasing. He grunted your name, pulling you from your thoughts. “So this is it. Ahora?”
You turned to him with a pained look in your eyes, his scowl softened at the sight as he patiently waited for your response. “I-. “
A booming voice cut your words off as a stocky man draped in a leather apron called from an open stable. He barked your name, tears pooled in his eyes as he set down his hammer and held his arms wide.
You slowed your horse, stopping outside the cottage and stable, looking at the man. The man smelled familiar, the entire village did. It smelled of warmth and calm, it smelled of you. This where you had been born, this is where you ran and laughed, played and grew. This village was you.
“Father.” The man pulled you into his arms, his frame practically swallowing you whole in only a way a familiar could. Your own kin. “You’ve returned… with friends?” He looked up from your embrace, eyeing the men who smelled of earth and muck. A few alphas but mostly betas. His nose screwed up slightly, his form bristling at the edges at the thought of you carrying on with this sort until he finally laid his eyes on Pero, who stood next to William.
Just then the cottage door burst open, sending the few chickens that sought the shade of the thatched building scattering, clucks of shock and inconvenience filled the air and battled the shriek of happiness from a woman who bound out, throwing herself into your arms and straining to kiss your head.
“Mother.” She practically crushed you in only a way a mother could, holding you tight as she kissed your cheeks. Within seconds she pulled at your clothes, checking you for any injuries as well as any bonding marks.
“You have returned to us! Intact as it would seem and without alpha?” She cut to the quick of it, brows raised in question as she pulled at the scarves around your neck. Grabbing her wrist, you halted her movements. “Mother… I,” you cleared your throat, releasing her wrist which you had held gingerly, making sure to never harm her. “I- I am here with my alpha. We travel together.” You turned slightly, nodding towards the pair who stood watching your family reunion.
Taking them both in, your mother rushed forward with her arms outstretched and wrapped them around William, who stood confused and wide eyed. He cast his blue eyes on his gruff companion who offered nothing more than a curt shrug. Averting his eyes, Pero looked everywhere but at your mother who now held William’s face in her hands. “I’m sure with a good scrub and a shave we can see your hand-”
“Mother! No, uh, no. Th-The other one. Tovar.” You gestured at the dark haired man, who finally looked towards you, a scowl on his face that you matched before your mother reluctantly let go of William. Schooling your features, you joined them and gestured at Pero, your… alpha. “He is my alpha, mother, father.”
They gawked at him, screwing up their noses at the stench of road and other unspeakable things on him before turning back to you. Your eyes held a silent plea for them and for Pero who reached out and took your hand into his. Your mother was the first to speak, her gaze softening once again.
“You all stink.”
Your father offered boarding for you and Pero, telling William and the remaining men to visit the inn down the road for a proper bath. “Supper will be here for anyone who would like.” A few of the men snickered, while a nice gesture they were eager for a different sort of company and as much mead as their coin could afford them.
“I shall return shortly,” William quipped, smacking Tovar on the back before climbing on to his horse and leaving you alone with your mother and father. That edge was back to your scent, now stronger with your scarves loosened by your mother. The scent of you colliding into him like a battle ram propelled by an army of men. His fingers moved by their own will, circling your wrist and gently circling your gland, calming you.
Your shoulders relaxed and you leaned towards him, your heart also fluttering at his care. While he had agreed to pose as your alpha, you had not expected to act on the request so… so intimately. Though you knew it was a ruse on his part, the agreement to help you appease your family to ease their worries and perhaps gift them with something they desired. Their omega child find a mate.
Finally, your father turned back to Pero, taking in his long hair and beard. He ran a keen eye over the scar bisecting his eye, a stark contrast to William who seemed more of a showman. The alpha before him seemed more calculating and practical, protective and by the looks of it would not be taken from this earth without a fight.
He held out his hand, offering it to Pero who reluctantly let go of yours. Thick fingers met forearms as the men shook, greeting each other properly. But where Pero pulled away, your father only gripped him tighter before pulling him in for a proper hug. “Pero, a pleasure to meet the alpha that would live up to our child’s standard.” His hands clapped Pero’s back before he pulled away. “But I must agree with my wife, you all stink.”
You swore you saw a laugh threaten to escape Pero’s stoic face, the man had not expected a warm greeting after your mother had expected William to be your alpha. Perhaps Pero was not good enough for you. “Well, they are a very selective creature. A free thinker.” Pero had admired that about you, taking a chance for this graceless life that would end with you dead in a field or old and alone. If he had any say at all, it would be neither. He would gladly give up his sword for you.
“Indeed. Please both of you bathe and rest. We will eat shortly.”
Your mother eagerly showed you to your room, which she needn’t do but insisted. She took the opportunity to ask Pero a question or twenty about his plans for the future, asking all but the most direct and intimate of questions regarding your coupling. She led you to the room that was once yours, a bit farther than the rest, affording you some privacy.
“The wash basin is right outside as well as the pump, you can pull water and heat it to your liking.” Before she left, she asked to speak with you outside the door.
“You do not smell of this alpha. Do you plan to bond with him? Where will he build you a home?” Her words were whispered in a rush, concern in her eyes.
“I do not smell of William and you had no quarrels with him.” You stood sure, ready to knock down any protest she could conjure.
“I have no quarrels with this man, in fact he looks much sturdier than the other. My concern is for this life you have chosen, and while this alpha appears more than capable of protecting you, does he want to provide and does he want to bond?”
Eyes weary, she sighed.
“Mother, I do not need protection. As for the rest of your concerns… I-.”
She held up a hand, halting your words in a way that only the women of this blasted village could. “It is not my place to question your choices, you are an adult, no longer a child hiding in my skirts. Of course I have no quarrel with this man as long as you want him.”
“As long as I want him? What does that mean.”
“Is he beholding you with secrets or threat of death?” She whispered closely.
“MOTHER!” You growled in frustration, pushing the door open to step away as quickly as possible, needing distance from her interrogation and assumptions. “This is of my own free will. If you will excuse me I must rid my body of the smells of horse shit and brothels.”
“B-Brothels?!”
With that you stepped back into the room, closing the door on your scandalized mother who quickly retreated down the hall. Throwing your pack down, you angrily ripped at your clothing, tired of the stench of travel and irritated at her words. Was it impossible for her to think that any alpha would choose you? That there needn’t be a threat of exposure or death, that maybe your spirit and will was good enough for another person.
Once the offending clothing was removed from your form, you stalked towards the tub. Now nestled near the fire where Pero had taken the liberty to place it, filling it with water. You quickly climbed in and sat before you startled, meeting a very naked Pero pressed against the other end. The size of the basin did not afford much room for movement as you had settled your legs around him.
“I-I’m sorry. But can you believe her?”
He sat eyes trained on your chest as he continued to later his skin, taking great care to keep his hands above water. “W-what? Si, I cannot believe it.” You were so full of annoyance you had simply disrobed, the soft curves of you no longer obscured. He recognized the scar along your shoulder, from a fight where you had almost been bested, but prevailed. Relieving your attacker of their most prized possession between their legs before sending him to the afterlife he deserved after the filth that had spewed from his lips when swords clashed.
Pero shivered at the thought, growing hard under the water’s surface. Cursing under his breath, he tore his eyes from the swell of your chest, trying to not commit the alluring skin to memory nor did he wonder what noises you would make as he gently plucked at your pebbled skin with the plush of his lips. How perfectly he would slot against you as-
“Pero.” You cleared your throat, watching his eyes so dark you could not tell where his irises ended as they traversed the expanse of skin you bared to him, his breath a big ragged as they finally settled on the glands of your throat. The alpha shifted, pressing his skin against yours and released a low growl that sent a shiver down your spine.
Quickly you sank in further, up to your chin, knees and thighs now in the air which did not help his current situation in the least. “Pero,” your voice hissed at him as his gaze shifted to the water between your spread legs, cursing at the suds and movement. Kicking at him, he finally met your eyes, hands giving to gravity and landing on your wet knee and the other seizing your ankle, bringing it to rest on his ankle.
“Sorry,” he cleared his throat. “Unbelievable…” thumb circling the soft skin of your knee, he notched it under the joint, rolling a calloused pad against it as your eyes fluttered shut. “Perrrrrrrrro.” Had you just purred at him as he expertly rolled his digit over the gland tucked behind your knee? The irritation gifted to you by your mother dissolving at the touch of him. The alpha you shared a bath with, smelled the delicious heady musk of him now that he had washed all the grime from his golden skin? The man pretending to be you alpha?
Eyes snapping open, you pulled your knee from his grasp. Whatever he was doing, he did not mean. He was only acting and while you would keep the charade going for your family to witness but you would not with him behind closed doors. “May I have the soap please and would you mind turning around?”
As if also snapped from the haze of your shared bath, Pero shook his head and reached for the soap once more, handing it to you with a nod and turning in his spot which offered you an unobstructed view of his broad and sinewy back.
“Would you help me with my hair?” He asked, before asking you about the words spoken with your mother. You scrubbed angrily at your skin, leaving a hot prickling burn behind that should hurt but was satisfactory in this case. Feeling as clean as possible even at the sake of your skin’s condition.
Shifting behind him, you tugged at his hair, using the knife you had bartered for his help to pluck at the tangled locks as he listened. “We need to be more convincing, guerrera. It is obvious that you are a capable and desirable omega. We will make sure there is no room for question to our pairing, eh?”
You froze. Knife pressed to his neck, cleaning up the hair and neatening the edges. “You find me desirable?” He felt your breath hitch, your bare chest pressed to his back, the comfortable warmth that settled between you, as if he fit perfectly against your form. He rumbled, nodding his head as he struggled to not picture the parts of you that he had mapped. Struggled to not think of how you moved alongside him in a perfect dance on the battlefield, never letting your designation rule your life or weaken your capabilities.
He had known many omegas who would use it to their advantage to navigate the world or let the designation hold them hostage and fall to the whims of others around them, but you were unapologetically you and he had found himself admiring this about you.
“I am not blind, hermosa. Even with those fragranced scarves and the herbs you wear. You are a warrior woman, and now… with your skin cleaned and your tits pressed to my back…”
“I do not with for you to continue.” You pressed the knife to his neck, the annoyance in your voice concealing the smile that threatened to curl your lips.
*
William let out a low whistle at the pair of you, now seated at dinner. He eyed you in a way that displeased the alpha by your side who sat hunched over a full plate of food. At the other end of the table, your family and a few friends passed dishes of food and asked for tales of your adventure.
“Watch where your eyes roam, amigo.”
As you spoke animatedly, the men whispered at each other. “I mean no disrespect, friend. Simply impressed at the re-emergence of your handsome face and at their clean and simple garments. Free of armor and scarves we have become-”
Pero growled at him, stopping mid-chew and widening the eyes of his companion. However, before they could continue, your father called to Pero, who sat upright and nodded, swiftly joining the conversation with what William would call charm while others unaware of the Spaniard’s regular disposition. He would even recall after dinner, when he watched the pair of you walk shoulders pressed that this was in fact the most he had heard him speak pleasantries and flattery that he meant. He could see the pride rolling off his skin as he spoke with your parents whose smiles grew, even when turned to shock at the violence and horrors you had seen in your time away.
“Goodnight, señora.” You were surprised when your mother’s scent had lost its edge. Her demeanor towards Pero less suspicious as she watched him refill your plate and linger near, even taking a moment to pull your wrist between his fingers when their questioning became too much. He expertly rolled his thumb over the delicate skin, calming you. When he was satisfied, he plucked your hand up to his lips and kissed your wrist before turning to your companion and returning to their conversation.
She watched him place his hand on the small of your back, leading you to the back of the house where you were rooming for your stay.
“William says we are here for two nights before we are ready to move on, we should have our coin by the end of the week.” Pero tugged at his tunic, checking his swords by the fireplace as you changed into a light shift. For the first time in weeks you would sleep in proper bed, one that despite all this time would smell familiar and clean.
Pulling at the blankets and furs, you shifted on your feet, arranging and fluffing the fabrics until you were content. Satisfied at the safety radiating from it. Slipping in, you curled your body before nothing the alpha who had stopped his movements, stone grinding metal mid stroke.
Carefully he shifted, rising to his full height before setting down his weapon, sharpened enough for the evening and strode over to you. He pulled at your blanket, tucking them around you as he bent down over you and kissed at your temple. “I will take the floor. Sleep”
Any protest dying on your tongue, his voice just above his alpha voice, a command enough that you did not dwell. If he wanted you, he could clearly have taken you there, in the nest you had clearly built for him. Alas, his alpha was not impressed and was merely doing you this favor.
As you drifted asleep, he laid on the floor listening to your breathing, waiting for you to steady and finally succumb to sleep. Would you want him as his alpha? He did not need the dagger, he found himself not pretending, he would be your alpha only if you wanted him. He would fight for you, by your side, and at night take you to bed and draw more delicious purrs from you as he sunk himself into you, filling you, laving at your skin, and perhaps one day marking you.
He stifled a groan, feeling himself harden under his blanket. Grunting, he shifted and willed himself to sleep wondering what the next day would bring knowing you did not want him, you had intended to ask William, but instead settled for him. He had made a promise and would see it to completion when you passed the tree line, out of sight of the village and your family.
The next day your father requested the men join him to canvas the traps as you stayed behind much to Pero and your own annoyance, taking the opportunity to bake and mend your clothing. No doubt your mother would question you in his absence, searching for some falsehood in your engagement.
“So, Mister Tovar what does an alpha like you have planned for my daughter?”
“What do you mean, Sir?”
“Do you plan to settle down, bond…mate?”
At his words, Pero bristled, William next to him paying particularly close attention to something nowhere near this conversation. Pero however did not hesitate with his words. Instead speaking very plainly as he had given it consideration in the evening prior, indulging in fantasies that could never be. However, when he awake he found his hand in yours, hands wrapped around each other’s wrists, thumbs pressed to glands.
“Well, your daughter is headstrong and determined. Where another alpha might try to extinguish such a beautiful flame, I do not care to do so. If m-my omega wished to continue the life that led to our fated union, then I shall follow her into battle until I am no longer able to. But if she should desire to lay her swords down, I would lay mine down alongside, build a home and fill her with my pups, s-sir.”
William smiled at his companion’s words. It was the first time he had spoken of anyone in such a manner. His brows rose, impressed and intrigued to hear such a thought out plan, no matter how untrue the coupling was. He swore that he smelled the unencumbered scent of you on Pero.
You father too seemed just as impressed, clapping his hand on Pero’s shoulder and nodding before continuing on, asking the men for their tricks and knowledge of a successful hunt.
You nervously peered at the tree line, looking for the outline of their forms to appear even if you knew they were all more than capable. They were collecting from the traps, not entering into battle. “You worry too much,” your mother spoke beside you, handing you vegetables to clean now that bread was in a pot over the even grown golden and crispy.
“We-we haven’t been apart from each other for too long.” which was the truth, unless you were in town where you locked yourself away in the comfort of the inn as the men sought the comfort of others, you knew where to find him.
Some nights you secretly hoped he would seek you but he never did.
Your mother seemed to be appeased, Not questioning your or Pero’s intentions, instead sharing the knowledge that while well intentioned may have been a bit antiquated causing you to scoff and chuckle as you mixed dough and washed clothing.
“You smell of him, you didn’t when you arrived but you do now… perhaps the more domestic life suits you both?”
Flustered at her words, you scrubbed the clothing doubly hard. Your mind wandering to such thoughts of settling with Tovar, building a home, and carrying his pups. Would he be a kind and caring alpha who would be rough when you needed him to be. Taking you and scenting you? Keeping you well filled and bred until your home was overrun with tiny bits of the two of you? Would he let you nip at his skin and claim him as you wanted him to claim you?
Flustering again at your own thoughts, you worked in silence listening and working away for the day. When they finally emerged from the forest, hands fisting various critters and a surprisingly large boar strung between them, your shoulders relaxed. Greeting them, you followed them and set to helping them clean and dress the meat for cooking and storage.
“Did you miss me, omega.” Pero teased when you set up next to him, staying enough of a distance away that you did not collide while you worked. A small part of him hoped you would say yes, he was certain he had caught a hit of excitement and relief when he had returned and your closeness now, the warmth of you next to him was almost overwhelming.
“No,” you teased, defiant as you ran your blade over the furred flesh, breaking the tendons and silk that held it together. “I was simply relieved to see dinner.” At that, he scoffed. Continuing to clean and parse the animal. When all was complete, you padded off to the kitchen, your father on your heels.
“Sooooo-” William joined Pero at the wash basin, cleaning their skin in the cool water. “Are you certain you are pretending?”
“Careful, amigo.” The mercenary scrubbed at his skin, shaking cool water at the blond man’s face, voice grumbling before he quickly made his way back to the cottage, leaving William laughing in his wake.
Maybe it was the exertion of dressing the day’s hunt or the work you’d done around the house but your body felt fatigued and warm in the dying sun’s light. Pulling at your tunic, your clothing felt too constricting and unpleasant. The threads of it dug into your skin and you hurried to your room for relief.
Disrobement could not occur quickly enough, with each passage of time you grew more desperate to rid yourself of the offensive clothing, casting them away from your body as quickly as you could remove them, going so far as to rip at the laces that held anything in place with the shiny sharp dagger you had promised Pero.
The alpha, the one man you wouldn’t mind in your room at this moment. Fisting the ornate handle, you stalked over to his clothing. Pulling and sniffing at every piece until you found the ones that still carried his scent on them, that quenched the need that was growing more painful and loud in your belly. That hurt and made you feel hollow and incomplete. The pain you had managed to not feel for a while, to stave off with your herbs and balms. The ones you had washed off in the bath with the cursed alpha that you now craved. No no no no! In annoyance and anger, you stuck the knife into the bedframe, the sharpened point sliding into the wood smoothly where it shook back and forth from your force.
Cursing under your breath, you pulled the alpha’s clothing and blankets around you, hauling his bedroll up onto the softer mattress and arranged them so. Where you nest felt lacking the night before, it now felt almost complete. Hands shaking, you smoothed out the fabric, wafting the heady scent of him into the air in such a way that you could not help but dive head first into it. You mouth at the fabric as a wave of slick rushed from between your thighs, coating you and practically dripping onto the bed. When another lightning bolt of pain shot through your body, you were unable to stop the cry that escaped your lips and traveled the short distance through the walls and into Pero’s ear.
At that moment he was still listening to William, for talking with would be too generous a word and a fallacy. He quickly held up his hand, quieting the blond man for once who listened with him when another sharp cry reached his ears, growling he sprinted from his companion who weighed his options and swiftly turned about face and walked down the road towards the tavern. If he was correct, he would need to send word of a delay or a reduction in available workforce to their next employer.
Much to his surprise, Pero found your mother outside of your door. She held a plate of preserved citrus and bread for you as well as other filling and hearty foods, at her feet a bucket of fresh water. She was whispering though any crack she could find, begging for you to unbar the door.
“Shall I fetch your Alpha? I brought you food, my dear. I’m sure this is not your first-”
“MOTHER!” Your voice raw and animalistic on the other side as you curled into yourself and clutched at Pero’s tunic. The last person you wanted to see at this moment was your mother, she did not need to lay eyes on you sweaty and disheveled, needy and desperate. “Please let me be.”
Much to your horror, the next voice to growl your name through the door was Pero’s. Your pretend alpha, the ruse you had carried on for the last day or so and the reason you were now unable to stand on your own two feet. At the sound of him another wave of arousal flooded through you, sliding along your skin, and filling the air of your scent, your need, your readiness.
“Unbar the door, omega.”
Was he trying to keep up appearances, as your mother stood wide eyed and smelling alarmed and concerned that your heat had clearly overtaken you and yet you did not call for your alpha. His eyes darted down to her form, taking the plate from her hands and turning back to the door to ask for entrance once more.
Unless you commanded him to leave your side, he would be unable to. Not for the sake of appearances but because he wanted to. He needed to. He needed you. Now he would not let you go through this blasted heat alone.
“Señora, I will take care of your daughter. Uh, see that no harm comes or that she is disturbed.”
“Will you not go help her, as her alpha? A good alpha?” Realizing the insult in her words, the woman stepped back before the door flew open and your hand reached out, wrapping around Pero’s collar.
“He is a perfectly fine alpha, mother! He is my alpha!” You snarled, pulled him into the room along with the provisions she had provided. Spinning on her heel, she was met with the broad chest of your father, who looked from the slamming door down to her. “Let’s go visit the tavern tonight, shall we?” wrapping a giant hand around hers, he pulled her from your childhood home and down the road.
Baring the door, you crawled back into your nest. Eyeing the knife handle which now stuck out over your bed. Would that be enough to fill you? Would it keep you from begging and pleading with an alpha that did not want you?
“Omega.” His voice was rich and deep, dark eyes impossibly dark as he kept them trained on your own. You couldn’t help but snap your eyes to him, whimpering almost at the command and coolness of his voice, he sounded composed. Had you glanced down, you would have seen his hand fist and relax, all resolve and restraint held in his palm which turned white at the knuckles and his nails dug little crescent shapes into his palm.
“Are you in heat, omega?”
You nodded, skin gating against the blankets. You hissed at the discomfort. “Yes, alpha.” Your voice was small and shaky from the exertion to not present yourself to him, allow your legs to fall open for him, to beg him for his cock and his knot. Instead you squeezed your thighs together, hands fisting and twisting the bedding around you.
“Do you need my knot, omega?”
You paused, unsure of what he was asking. Was he taking advantage of your situation, of your vulnerability? Was he determined to keep up the ruse? He himself did not know what he was asking you, but he knew if you said yes he would be yours until his last breath.
Stepping closer, he gingerly placed the plate and water on the chest pushed up against the stone walls of the cottage. Making sure to not startle or scare you as he peed off the outer layers of his clothing.
“I will ask once more, omega. But I must warn you…” he measured his words, careful and direct as he felt himself harden at the sight of you, in the nest you had built, panting while you practically suckled on his tunic. “The ruse will be no more. It will be over and I will be yours and you will be mine. I will fill you with my seed and keep you full until your heat is no more and you can only babble my name and your cunt takes on the shape of me. You will feel me with every step, on your skin, on your lips, inside of you. You will be mine, omega.”
He stood before you, having moved up with each word, stripped of everything but his tunic and his breeches. He bent over you, bringing his head close to yours as he had the night before. “I do not intend to leave you without an alpha, but say the word and I will leave you be. Bar the door behind me and I will make sure you are left alone until this heat passes.”
With wide eyes, you peered up at him. Smelling him with every pull of labored air. You melted with every word, he could have easily demanded you submit to him and you would have only to be cast aside once he had gotten what he wanted but here he stood, respectful and restrained, asking for your permission to be your alpha for more than just your heat.
Panting, you sat up, exposing yourself to him once more when the blankets and tunic tumbled from your sweat slicked skin. Hand reaching up, you nodded. “Please, alpha. Make me yours,” you asked in a strained whimper, reaching for him until you fisted his tunic and crashed your lips into his.
He tasted of everything you needed in that moment. The salt and musk of him seeping into your tongue and flowing through your body as you worked together to free him of his clothing. “Inside me, alpha. It hurts.”
You reached for him again, hand wrapping around his hardened length which was now purpled and leaking. It was big and you moaned at the sight. You would take all of him, let him fill you and knot you, keeping you crowded with him as he pressed himself tight against your body.
Plush lips traveled along your jaw and down your neck where he found your mating gland angry and leaking, the skin was hot and tender, smelling delicious and divine. He was certain that the heavens itself rested in the slope of your neck, would keep him fed and content for the rest of his days. You tasted of the finest wine and the naked sunlight that brought the new day and hope.
He groaned against your skin, sliding his cock against your slicked folds now swollen and sensitive. The pearl nestled between them aroused and pert under the rut of his lips as he coated himself in you.
Eyes fluttering shut, you moved your hips in tandem, keening for him to fill you up, to take you however he wanted. Instead he suckled at your leaking skin and continued to slide against your slicked core until you arched your back, thrusting your chest against him, wordlessly begging for more.
“I will make you come before I fill you, my omega. Take what you need right now before I give you what you want.” His words were mumbled into your chest. No sooner had your hips tilted and picked up speed, his moving to match. Bodies slid over each other as he mouthed at the plump soft skin of, tongue wrapping around pebbled skin pulling it taught between his lips. The sounds of slick and sweat a lewd sweet symphony.
“Come for me, mi cielo.”
With a few more thrusts and your body pulled taught and your legs shook. An animalistic growl left your chest that made him preen and puff with pride as he continued to slide against you. Before your body could relax, he held your wrists, pulling them above your head. “Are you ready for me, omega?”
“Yes, alpha. Yessss.” You hissed the last of your words as he held you and slid into your aching hole. He filled filled filled you, pressing himself into you until your hips and legs lifted, falling wider before wrapping around his middle.
Once he was pressed to the hilt, his lips pulled into a delicious smirk. “Did you use that, omega?” his eyes darted over to the knife, still stuck and jutting from the bedframe. “Did you stuff it into my cunt?”
You fluttered around his filth, mouth parting to respond before he dragged out of you and pressed back in. You moaned at his teasing words, gripping him tight and his head fell into the nook of your neck once more.
“This is mine, you will never need a mimicry, om-”
“Fuck, alpha. Fuck this cunt of yours and fill me up!”
Snapping his hips forward, he speared into you, mouth sucking at your skin once more and thumbs rolling around your wrists. He was scenting you and filling you, imbibing what you would give him and making sure to give you what you needed.
Your body curled into his when one hand finally released your wrist and found your pearl, working it until you cried out and tightened around him. Teeth dragging over skin, he was careful to not mark you just yet, not wanting to bond in your moment of lust and need.
Body bouncing under his, you threaded your fingers into his hair, pulling him close, pushing him into your gland which he happily laved at, pistoning his hips until you cried out once more and clamped down on him, pulling him in deeper, body shuddering against his.
A few thrusts later and his knot, which had grown full and large, slipped into you and he filled you with his seed. He was warm and heavy, pushing you into the nest that now smelled of you both.
You chirped against him, drawing a purr from his chest.
“You’re perfect, alpha.” You drawled, eyes dropping and the pain subsiding, leaving your body as he turned you both on your sides, his cock still pushed deep deep deep inside you.
*
“Are you certain you must leave in the morning?” Your mother peered at you, turning eyes to the men outside the window. “We’ve only just met your Tovar and you have to leave so soon?”
“Yes, mother. But we shall return once we are done, we gave William our word.”
“And you are both people of your word,” she raised her brows at you, understanding. In the course of your heat, Pero had proven himself to be a caring and protective alpha, emerging from your room only for more food and clean water. He’d bathed you and curled around you while you slept, rubbing your wrists and the glands behind your ears as well as kissing the ones inside your thighs as he soothed the dull ache that extinguished and left you serene and satiated in his arms.
“Mi cielo, Omega.” His eyes fluttered closed as you dotted him with kisses, basking in a moment where your omega did not need attention or pleasing and his alpha was dormant. “Yes, my love.”
In this quiet moment he proposed to you a plan to continue with William for one final job before returning to the village or wherever you pleased to build a home. “But if you want to continue as a sellsword, I would be honored to die by your side.”
You’d needed time to decide, give up the life you’d built for yourself or settle into a life as a bonded omega with her alpha. The man that loved you as you were and would follow you to the ends of the earth.
Now you watched him speak with your father who gestured with great enthusiasm at the near distance while William looked on, a smug and caring smile gracing his lips. You shared in that smile, both of you never seeing this softer side of Pero, who always kept a tough exterior. Turning, the blond man caught your eye and tipped his head, an understanding passing between you and the answer to your dilemma.
