Omegas Gambit 1/4

Chapter 10

Korra struggled inside her straitjacket, thrashing until the straps and buckles dug into her flesh. Fighting hurt, but she hardly noticed the pain. Her eyes remained fixed on the beta guard's hands as he held Asami's arms. No, clutched them. Clutched them tight enough to leave light indents in the fabric of Asami's jacket. Korra's fingers twitched, bunching into fists. Being tied down was maddening enough, but watching someone else touch her omega was infuriating. She growled as the guard forced Asami to kneel, glaring daggers.

She was pleased when the noise caused a flash of fear to appear in his eyes. He took another step back, although he didn't let go of Asami's shoulders. "Easy, Avatar," he said, his voice cracking with nervousness. "I won't hurt your mate. I'm just chaining her to the floor. I—I'm under orders..."

Korra didn't bother correcting him. She and Asami hadn't shared a mating bite—yet—but surely the guard could smell their mixed scents. It didn't matter that he was a beta, or that he couldn't be any older than they were. Asami was hers, and he knew it. His actions were unacceptable. She growled louder, jerking inside her prison. She knew it was useless, but she didn't care. She couldn't remain still while Asami was in danger, while someone else's hands were on the woman her every instinct urged her to protect...

The young guard almost dropped Asami's chains. They rattled and slipped in his fingers, and his chin trembled. "I—I'm just going to finish tying her down," he stammered. "Then I'll back away. Okay?"

Korra went silent, but she continued watching closely as the guard knelt behind Asami's hunched figure. Thankfully, he didn't try to touch her again. He fumbled with the chains, looping them around a pipe on the floor. Asami finally looked up, and some of the pounding red haze in Korra's head faded as their eyes met. They shared a moment of silent communication, and she wasn't all that surprised to see Asami wink.

Oh? Her fury faded just a little, and she lifted her eyebrows in question. You've got a plan? Asami gave a small nod, and Korra returned the gesture with a slow blink of acknowledgment.

Asami glanced back over her shoulder at the guard. "Excuse me, sir? I know you're only following orders, but do I have to be chained to the floor the whole way?" She leaned closer, and Korra bit back another unhappy rumble. The pitch of Asami's voice was sweet and seductive, and judging by the glazed look that came over the guard's face, it was having an effect. Even betas weren't immune to an omega's heat. "It's going to be so uncomfortable..."

The guard shook himself, but Korra caught his gaze flicking down to the 'v' of Asami's neckline. She had never been so glad to see Asami's beautiful skin covered by her jacket. "Uh, I'm sorry, ma'am," he said, making a valiant effort to look away. His eyes darted toward her, and she couldn't resist giving him another warning snarl. "I'm under orders."

Asami leapt on the hesitation in his voice. "Can't you just chain me to that railing?" she asked, all innocent pleading.

Korra clenched her fists until her nails left stinging crescents in her palms. She knew what Asami was doing, but the subtle flare of the guard's nostrils still had her quivering with rage. Her muscles tensed to the snapping point, and she barely managed to stop herself from twisting inside straitjacket again.

The guard's attention shifted warily from her to Asami before settling on a narrow railing against the wall. "I, uh—I don't think..."

"It won't change anything. I mean, where am I gonna go?" Asami gave the guard her best smile, and Korra felt every inch of her skin burn. "Please?"

Finally, the guard faltered. "Well, as long as you're chained up, I guess it doesn't make a difference," he mumbled, helping Asami to her feet.

It took all of Korra's strength to keep from lashing out despite her bindings. It's just a plan, she reminded herself, eyes still locked on the beta as he looped Asami's chains around the railing. Asami's trying to get us out of here. She doesn't actually want to be around that stupid, pushy—