unadulterated loathing — yezzakc
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
But Andrea knew. Andrea could smell it, the way the omega’s scent was getting stronger, more desperate. The way those blue eyes were starting to glaze, the way their minds were nowhere and everywhere all at once, it was getting harder and harder to keep herself in check. Andrea wanted to give in. Just dive deep and lose herself in Miranda entirely, to claim her in the most primal, fundamental way.
Yet, despite the way Miranda’s body arched beneath her, despite the way her fingers dug into Andrea’s shoulders- begging for it, Andrea forced herself to dismiss those thoughts. Claiming an omega -biting her not just teasingly and desperately as she had been doing, but with a mating mark- wasn’t just physical, it was binding. Permanent. And Miranda Priestly was not the kind of woman who’d appreciate being owned, definitely not by an alpha, and definitely not by Andrea, whom she’d allowed this close only because she was not that sober.
So Andrea swallowed the growl rising in her throat and kissed Miranda instead, hard and possessive- punishing her for thoughts the woman didn’t know, but still, just with a kiss.
Those thoughts however, never involved Andrea questioning herself, whether she would like to be bound to someone for the rest of her life, had she claimed Miranda. Somehow, it wasn’t a questioning thought, it felt as though it was only natural for her to do.
