Omegas Gambit 1/4

Chapter 14

The next minute rushed by in a blur. They stumbled to privacy together, still kissing, slipping groans and sighs into each other's mouths. Clothes were only a distraction. They stripped as soon as the steam of the empty engine room hit, tearing eagerly at each other with every step. Naked, Asami thought as her fingers dug in to the frustrating texture of fabric instead of flesh. We need to be naked.

It took her a few tries to lift Korra's shirt over her head, because her alpha didn't seem to want to give her up. Korra's mouth was everywhere at once: hungry against hers, nipping at her neck, sliding down to her collarbone. For one piercing moment, Asami wished Korra would mark her. Not just a temporary bruise like the ones that already littered her throat and shoulders, but a promise. A bite-mark deep enough to stick through anything and change her down to her core. She would have worn it proudly even after Korra's death, but she didn't know how to ask. And it wouldn't be fair to ask. Not when she's about to sacrifice herself.

Still, she couldn't stop herself from offering the rest of her body. She kicked off her shoes and yanked off her shirt, tossing it to the floor in a heap on top of her abandoned jacket. Korra dropped to help with her pants, nails raking along her belly and upper thighs as she pulled them down. The sight of the powerful alpha kneeling before her sent a flash of heat straight between Asami's legs. She remembered how wonderful Korra's mouth had felt during their last stolen moments together, but somehow, she knew that wouldn't be enough.

"Up," she pleaded, urging Korra back to her feet. But Korra was already standing, peeling her own shirt away. Asami had to clutch the pipe behind her for support. She had never had the pleasure of seeing Korra completely naked before, and the sight was incredible. Her gaze roamed from Korra's broad shoulders to her tight abdomen, trying to take it all in. The alpha was all bronze skin stretched tight over sleek muscle. Her full breasts were capped with thick brown nipples, and they were already hard despite the sweltering heat.

Instinctively, Asami's eyes skimmed down to the juncture of Korra's thighs. The thick shaft of Korra's cock was at full attention, its head an angry, vivid red and its base already swelling with the beginning of a knot. Wetness dripped from its tip, sliding down along the firm length in short pulses, and Asami felt her inner walls clench with need. She wanted Korra inside of her. All the way inside her this time, stretching her until she screamed and every other thought in her head shattered under the pressure.

Suddenly, she realized they were both staring. She and Korra were standing a foot apart, well within reach of each other, but they weren't actually touching. She couldn't bear to wait any longer. She took Korra's hand, locking their fingers together and dragging her forward. Their bodies met face to face, and Asami forgot how to breathe as Korra surged against her, pinning her to the engine room wall.

Korra was a mess on top of her, panting, grinding, trapping her against the hot metal. Each desperate snap of the alpha's hips was a little too forceful, a little off-center. The head of Korra's cock caught her entrance again and again, but the angle was all wrong while they were standing. Instead of sinking inside, it teased the tight ring of muscle whenever she tilted her hips forward, slipping too far and gliding over her clit. She might have been able to stand such horrible bliss before, but this time, Asami had no intention of letting Korra come anywhere but inside her. Her heat wouldn't accept anything less.

"Off," she rasped, shoving at Korra's shoulders.

Korra didn't hear her at first, or if she did, she wasn't able to process the words. She growled in frustration, seizing the soft heartbeat that lived beneath Asami's jaw with the blunt edges of her teeth. Asami gasped at the possessive gesture, but it wasn't enough to dissuade her. She let Korra's shaft slide through her wetness a few more times, then tried again. It took every ounce of strength she possessed, but somehow, she managed to reverse their positions. She ripped away from the wall, whirling their tangled bodies around until Korra's shoulders slammed against it instead.