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It had been a few weeks since the lovely Evelyn had come to reside in his den. V had been unused to having guest in the first place, but having an Omega Female living in his den had certainly been a surprise. For one, she had scent marked absolutely everything with her smell; V doubted that it was purposeful but it didn’t matter, it still drove him mad. V had fully expected that he had been born a beta by the way his body never seemed to react to any of the many scents he interacted with in a day. Omega scents did nothing to excite him and alpha scents where down right boring.
But Evey. Oh Evey. Her scent was like heaven, like home. Her scent made him linger wherever he found it, get lost in the feelings and images it brought to him before he shook himself out of the haze. It made his body tingle and parts he had long thought dead awaken and rise. Since Evey moved into his home, his gallery, he became to doubt his beliefs that he was born a beta…or even chemically turned into one. He had become to think that he was an alpha, although an extremely sexually repressed one. Though he was sternly ignoring the idea, Evey was his guest after all, she didn’t know the things she was doing to him and therefore he had no right to think of her in such a way.
Overall the pull of Evey’s scent was constant, draining. It didn’t help that recently both Evey’s scent and behavior had taken a shift. Her scent had grown thicker, sweeter, more calling. And her behavior had grown more defensive, shy and protective like she fully expected V to pounce upon her or attack her. It confused him, had he accidentally shown her some form of aggression to make her fearful? No, no that couldn’t be it. V had taken to his books in order to try to learn, ignoring the deep pull that Evey’s scent awoke in his stomach. He rubbed his face quietly as he turned the pages of his book before he blinked at what he saw there.
Shit. He had completely forgotten about heat and rut cycles, he experienced neither and had very stupidly forgotten that Evey would of course have one. He gulped, that’s why she had been acting so strange. She didn’t know that he was completely in control of himself, she surely thought of him as some disgusting lust blinded alpha who would attack her. The idea made V growl, had alpha’s hurt his dear Evey before? Had men. He hissed as he closed the book. He had to let her know she was safe with him. Had to make her comfortable in their den, and he had the perfect idea on how to help.
Evey had hoped, prayed that the stress of it all and the lack of other omega’s in the gallery would help hold her heat at bay. But she had been wrong. She had awoken late into the night due to the abdominal pains and cramping that came with the onset of the physical change of ones heat. She remembered the first day she had awoken to such pains, just a few days before her twentieth birthday…it seemed so long ago now. It was worse than any period pain but typically had a simple fix…one she did not have access to in the gallery, with V roaming around. Living with V was strange in times like this, when she had arrived she found that his den completely lacked any pack scent or really any scent at all besides that of leather, medical products and bleach. Alarm bells had rang off in her brain, a unscented den was a unsafe den. So she had made it her personal mission to scent the den, rubbing her smell on the furniture and the walls.
She was sure V didn’t mind, he never complained after all. He didn’t have much of a scent himself, she supposed he must have been a beta. Though one would never know by the way he handled himself, by how healthy he was. She hadn’t feared V because of this, but now as her scent shifted and her body ached and longed for the touch of a fellow beast she couldn’t help but feel fear creeping into her chest. V was a man after all, and even betas could cause harm to an omega.
V had surely noticed her strange change in behavior as today when she left her room, holding a hot water bottle tightly to her stomach, she found that the small living area had been completely rearranged. The lights had been dimmed and every statue or suit of armor had been moved to the corners of the room; and a nest had been built right in front of the TV. A tray with a steaming cup of hot chocolate, a bottle of what she assumed was pain pills, and snacks sat on a little table. The TV clicked on and began to play one of Evey’s favored movies. She eyed the nest, was this a trick? Had V noticed her heat had taken hold? Was he waiting in the shadows to pounce once she crept into the nest? Had she been right to fear him? She gripped her hot after bottle closer, for some reason the idea of V trapping her in such a beautifully made and plush nest didn’t scare her as much as it should. She shook her head clear quickly. No, no she couldn’t think like that.
She swallowed, glancing around carefully. V was nowhere to be seen. She crept slowly towards the nest, sniffing at the blankets and treats that laid around. The blankets held a familiar scent of leather and cedar, hidden lightly under the smells of a particular lotion she had come to associate with V. A purr ripped from her throat and she dropped the hot water bottle, crawling into the nest with a happy chirp. He had built it just for her, it was her nest, it was her courting nest.
She shook her head. No. No courting involved. It was obviously just a nice gesture. V didn’t see her in such a way, he wouldn’t be enticed by her scent and her behavior had been less than friendly recently. She sighed quietly, V didn’t like her like that…but the gesture was sweet; and maybe, just for now, she could just enjoy it.
She flopped down into the nest, purring deeply as she began to rub her face against the sheets and blankets that made up her new nest. The scent from them easily clung to her skin and vice versa. She leaned back into her plush bed, taking the hot chocolate and a small bowl of snacks from the tray, chirping to herself as she sipped the perfectly warm drink.
V watched from the shadows. Evey was pleased with the nest, he could tell by the pleased chirping noise she was making. It was like music to his ears. He purred quietly behind his mask, leaning his head against the side of the wall as he inhaled deeply. Her scent, which had been fearful and nervous, had finally turned back to one of happiness and content. He had done good. His hands twitched, he had done good. Had built a successful nest, had enticed an omega to share his scent, had fed her, now he could-
No. No no. He shook his head roughly. He would not do anything of the sort to Evey. He hadn’t done this for any means but to make her happy, to make her feel better. He wouldn’t hurt her, wouldn’t touch her. He couldn’t touch her, not like this, not how he was. He sighed deeply, clenching his fists and bringing them up. He pressed the butt of his palms into the sides of his head. He had been so caught up in the joy of pleasing his housemate that he had forgotten who he was. The burns under his clothes suddenly itches and ached, he tasted soot and fire on his tongue.
A whine bubbled into his throat as he felt reality begin to come crushing back to him. He wasn’t some love struck alpha trying his best to woo an omega. He was a terrorist! With a job that must be done, he had neglected his chores for much too long. He turned and swiftly walked out of the living room and to his work room. He glanced back as he stood in-front of the heavy metal door to the stairs. He inhaled deeply one last time, before he started down the stairs.
Evey hadn’t seen V all day, she had made both lunch and dinner and had still not seen him. She was starting to grow concerned, opting to sleep in her nest in the living area so perhaps she could catch him on his way to his room. She wanted to thank him for the nest, thank him for being so kind and make sure that he ate something before bed. She wanted to ask how his hands felt, if he was feeling okay, she wanted to care for him, she-
She was loosing her mind. She grabbed at her hair and groaned, rolling to hide her face in the mixed scent of her new bed. She inhaled deeply, V did not need or want her to dote and care for him. He had gone however long without an omega he didn’t need one now. She sighed, relaxing into her pillows. She hugged one to her chest, whipping a tear from her eyes as she frowned. Why was she so hurt by this? V had no scent for her to grow attached to, he hadn’t shown any romantic interest. Perhaps it was just the lack of others that made her so drawn to him. Yes, that was it.
She was thrown from her concentration by the sound of a small BOOM! And the ground shaking under her. She yelped in surprise, covering her head with her pillow as dirt fell from the ceiling. She panted in surprise as she looked around, everything was fine… the gallery was fine. She whined fearfully. After a moment she heard the heavy metal door to V’s work room bellow open and close. She heard V sigh and the sounds of his boots clacking across the ground.
“V!” Evey yipped, rising from her nest and rushing to greet her strange den mate. V seemed surprised to see her up, or for her to see him. She could see why immediately, the sleeve of the loose linen shirt he wore was burnt and the charred skin of his arm beneath was bleeding. A small gash rested there, V quickly moved to hide Evey’s view of the red irritated skin, the thick burns and the bleeding gash. Evey could feel the fear and shame wafting off of him; but most importantly…she could smell it. Without the full coverage of his clothes she could smell him, it was faint, but it was there. A deep earthy scent, like cedar and dirt and fire. She inhaled deeply and a blush spread across here face.
“My apologies Evey” V spoke as he hid his arm “I didn’t mean to disturb you…I am alright, please forgive me while I go to fix up my arm.” He eased as he moved to step away. “Oh wait V, let me help you.” Evey said quickly, a strange begging tone to her voice that made V freeze. He gulped behind his mask, her voice was desperate, she wanted deeply to help him. He starred at her, his legs felt week and he felt like he would faint from just the look on her face. “Oh Evey” V muttered “i…I would hate for you to see, it is not something that I want you to be exposed too” he said, his voice dark as he spoke…he obviously didn’t mean the wound on his arm, no he meant his skin.
“Oh V, I don’t care what your skin looks like” Evey whined as she stepped over quickly “i’ve seen your hands and did not run. Let me help you, please, I’m worried.” She said as she carefully took his hand, which was hidden under a blood stained gauntlet. V swallowed audibly before he slowly nodded. “Okay,” he said, his voice a deep wheeze “we can fix it easier in the med bay…lets go. I’m getting blood on the rugs” he muttered as he quickly moved to lead Evey off, attempting to put a bit of distance between them…but he did not let go of her hand. Evey let out a chirp before following behind him to the sterile med bay.
V sat on one of the med bay beds after gathering the medical supplies he would need to repair the injury on his arms and touch up the burns that had been hurt. He hadn’t expected one of his smaller charges to go off while he was putting it into storage, thankfully it hadn’t been near any other explosives and hadn’t caused any catastrophic damage. He growled deeply at himself, how could he be so stupid? How could he have allowed such a thing to happen with Evey just above! How could he allow himself to get injured where Evey could see him! He rubbed anxiously at his clothed neck, cursing to himself.
He jumped as Evey pulled over a chair, sitting down in-front of him. She looked up at him with her soft brown eyes, her beautiful pale skin glowing in the fluorescent light as she looked up at him. At this angle V’s brain rushed with all the terrible thing he wished she would do, could do from her position. It made him squeezed his eyes shut and bite his lip until it bled, a unworthy punishment for such a terrible crime.
“I’m going to touch you’re arm now” Evey warned with a tender hum. She reached out, her hands hidden by latex gloves… safety first of course. She gently pulled his arm closer to him, using a Cotton swab to wipe away the blood. V shivered at her touch, the rare patch of body hair on his skin rising on end. Evey hummed as she cleaned the wound “you’re lucky I know how to do sutures. You’re okay if I stitch you up right? It wont hurt your burns?” She asked, her voice so tender and careful. V shook his head “n..no. I will be okay” he eased. Evey nodded and started to carefully clean and prep his wound “this is pretty deep V” she huffed softly as she carefully moved to begin suturing the wound. V nodded with a sigh “yes…I had one of my explosive charges go off a bit too early, it caught me by surprise…I am sorry that you have to see this Evey, its not something I wanted you to see.” He sighed deeply as he looked away. Evey shook her head gently “I don’t care V, I want to help you. This is one way that I can do that” she smiled up at him, actually smiled while holding his bloodied arm. She leaned closer to his scarred flesh as she stitched. V winced lightly, more from her proximity than the actual pain of the sutures being put into place and his skin being tied together. He was used to that pain.
“I can smell your scent now” Evey purred happily, V watched her inhale deeply as she worked and it made his belly burn. A deep churning feeling in his stomach. He swallowed as he felt his skin light up with fire, parts of him coming alive after years of solitude and loneliness. He did his best not to flinch or yank away, gritting his teeth as he clenched his fist. “Oh V I’m sorry, did I hurt you?” Evey asked quickly as she looked up at him. He shook his head swiftly “N-no Evey I-I’m fine.” V stuttered over his words, his composure melting away as he tried to keep himself calm. She could smell him, wanted to smell him. He had a scent, like any other man of course but he knew she was talking about something different, something deeper. “You smell like fire, and dirt” Evey eased gently as she moved to bandage his freshly stitched arm. V’s head was swimming as she spoke, he nodded quietly as he took his arm back, covering the bandages with his other gloved hand.
“You’ve been up all day V” Evey spoke gently “I can tell, you’re so quiet” her voice was soft as her hands suddenly rested on his legs. His eyes widened behind his mask and he let out a week wheeze as he felt her nails on him through his trousers. “E-Evelyn” he muttered deeply as he looked down at her. She smiled softly, pink lips shining in the light “I liked the nest you built me, thank you…” she purred tenderly as she ran her nails down his knees and back up. V trembled in her grasp. She was being so forward, so bold touching him without his say so, this had to be because of her heat…he had to stop her, had to shut it down; but he couldn’t, his body wouldn’t let him, and the gnawing heat in his stomach sure wasn’t helping.
“V,” Evey hummed.
“Yes, Evey?” V asked in a hoarse voice.
“Come lay with me.” She purred as she leaned into him, smiling up at her masked counterpart. V gulped before he nodded slowly. She was inviting him into her nest, the nest he had built for her, their nest.
Their nest.
She pulled back, taking hold of his hands and pulling him to his booted feet. He stumbled lightly before following her out of the room. Her omega scent had him gripped by the…throat, leading him down the hall and back to the main room. His mind was a fog as she turned back to him, standing on the edge of the plush nest. “Shoes off.” Evey said “don’t track dirt into it” she huffed lightly. V blinked as he was knocked out of his haze by her huffy tone, he nodded with a soft grumble. He had to sit to pull off his boots, setting back on an ottoman as Evey moved towards the kitchen. “You haven’t eaten, so I’m bringing you dinner” she called, V nodded as he set his boots to the side. He staid on the ottoman where he was, not daring to move until Evey gave him the okay. V knew how testy omega’s could be about their nests, he had read plenty of books on the subject of omegas and pack politics as a way to understand the actions of his counterparts better. He didn’t want to ruin this moment by being too hasty.
Evey returned with a plate for him, “in the nest” she chuffed as she approached. V rose before quickly scrambling into the nest, sitting in the middle of it as she held the plate out to him. He eyed it before looking up at her. “Don’t worry V, I’ll go shower while you eat” she chirped tenderly as she touched his arm “scent the nest while I’m gone.” She purred deeply before turning and walking off with a sway in her hips. V was left sitting dumbfounded in their sizable nest, watching her walk away while he was left with a plate of shepherds pie. He glanced down at the plate before he let out a breath that he didn’t know he had been holding. He silently took off his mask before he moved to eat.
Evey had been teasing the poor man. Was it terrible of her? A little bit. But it was even more terrible of him to be hiding such an amazing scent from her like that! She purred deeply as she slipped into the bathroom with a change of clothes. She left all of her shower stuff in this little hallway bathroom seeing as V never used it. She supposed he must have his own shower elsewhere in the gallery. She hummed as she washed her hair, musing over how shy and embarrassed V had seemed when Evey had caught his scent. It was a reaction she had never expected from him, it made all her fear in him melt away. Seeing how his muscles flexed and his hands clenched as he held back every natural urge that she now knew he experienced. It made her want to roll over and present for him. To think that he had been doing that for days now, holding himself back to make her feel safe and secure. She wanted to make him feel safe and secure, she would, she’d make him feel safe, make him feel good. She shivered and shook off excitedly as she thought of it, sending water flying.
Though this all depended on if V would let Evey see him, see his skin. She still remembered how he hid his hands from her the first time, and cowered just now as she carefully touched and stitched up his damaged skin. She sighed as she washed her hair, she didn’t want to push him farther than he was willing to go…but she wasn’t going to not make her intentions known either. She smiled in determination as she turned off the water to the shower and stepped out of the tub. She dried off, rubbing the towel against the scent glands on her neck and cheeks to make sure she hadn’t accidentally washed away all her smell. Pulling on her pajamas, she left the room and started down the hall calmly. She could hear a low grumbling coming from the main room, and peeking around a corner she could see V sat in their new nest. His back was turned to her, but she could see that his mask was placed to the side. He brought his hands to his face and rubbed roughly at his cheeks and neck, as if attempting to stimulate his own scent production. She cocked her head slowly to the side, she wasn’t surprised. If his burns covered his face and chest as well then it made sense why his scent was so dull all the time. She purred mischievously as she slowly approached him from behind.
V froze as he heard Evey pad back into the room, quickly reaching for his mask. “Evey,” he greeted her as he used it to cover his face. “I-I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you come in…” he muttered deeply, he had done a poor job at scenting the nest. His scent wasn’t strong enough to properly mix with hers and it was driving him mad. He growled to himself as he clenched his fists; but Evey didn’t seem mad at all. She crouched down and crawled into the nest, her nose twitching as she inhaled their mixed scents on the plush blankets and pillows. “It’s okay V” she purred happily, her hands reaching out to carefully take his. “You did a good job on the nest” she praised him, making his chest tighten and his mouth water. How did her words have such an affect on him? She moved closer, practically straddling his legs now. He had to blink multiple times to knock the haze from his eyes, to focus on the woman in front of him and to not get lost in her hypnotizing scent.
He had done good on their nest, he had done good. He let out a happy rumble as Evey guided his hands to her hips.
“V” she purred to him.
“Hm? Yes, Evey?” V replied softly.
“Will you scent me next?” She asked.
V wanted to howl, to actually physically howl, like a dog. What every chemical interactions that drove alphas to scent and mark, men to grab and claim, animals to breed had decided to into overdrive now with Evey sat across his lap and so close to him. He swallowed deeply as his scent doubled over, making Evey blink and purr loudly. He shifted under her as he felt his trousers suddenly growing tight against him, the only way V could describe it was that he had entered rut. It wasn’t surprising, a female omega like Evey in heat would send any attracted alpha into rut. V growled ever so slightly, biting his lip with a fang to reel himself in. He couldn’t react the way that his body so desperately wanted too, he couldn’t…not with Evey.
“Evey” he wheezed as he gripped her hips “I cant, my skin, my face, I cant…” he whined deeply against her as he pressed his masked forehead to hers. “You’d hate it, I don’t want you to hate it. I don’t want you to be ruined by the monster of my body…by this thing that I am.” He muttered weekly as he looked at her from behind his eye covers. Evey swore that she could see his eyes from behind them. She slowly brought her hands up to hold his face, stroking the cheeks of the mask like he could feel it.
“V” she eased, her voice like music to him as he spoke. “I wouldn’t hate it, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want too…but I wouldn’t hate it.” She reassured him, her hot breath flowing through the small holes in his mask and spreading across his face. He could smell her, hell he could practically taste her on the back of his tongue. He swallowed deeply as he began to tremble, fighting with himself. Every insecurity, every doubt and every piece of hate and rage was fighting with his love for Evey, with the tenderness and want he felt for her.
“You aren’t a monster V” Evey spoke softly “you’re just you, as much as you try to ignore it you’re a man…and you’re a alpha” she purred deeply as she laid her arms across his shoulders.
That was it, that was the drop that broke the dam. V growled, audibly, making Evey jump and let out a surprised chirp. V moved, rolling the both of them further into the nest and laying Evey on her back as he did. Evey giggled happily, smirking as she looked up at him. V panted as he looked down at her, surprised at himself, his hands twitched and his brain ran through what to do. He wasn’t sure he had ever…scented anyone before, well obviously he hadn’t in the past twenty years, but before that. He didn’t sport a mark, or at least didn’t have one he could see under his scars; and whatever scent he had smelt uniquely his own. Evey seemed to catch on to his mental torment as she pat his chest gently “here, I’ll show you.” She offered gently. V couldn’t help but purr, she wasn’t chastising him, wasn’t angered at his lack of knowledge or expertise in this one subject. Evey gently reached up, slipping her fingers under his neck cover, rubbing against the scars there. V shivered deeply at the touch of Evey’s bare fingers against the sensitive skin, leaning into the touch before it was swiftly taken away. Evey hummed as she brought her fingers to her own neck, rubbing them against her cheek and jaw. V watched, fascinated until Evey’s hand began to dip lower, rubbing over her shoulders and collar bone…and then into her shirt, between her breast and down her stomach…and gone into her pajama shorts. Evey bit her lip and let out a soft noise as she touched herself. V blinked as he heard her, listing with his animal like hearing to the sounds of her fingers moving against her slickening core. He felt his cock twitch and a growl rose in his chest as he grabbed her wrist, making her jump.
“Don’t” V grumbled deeply and Evey’s eyes lit up with concern, fear flickering within them. Shit, he had scared her. “I-I’m sorry V” Evey muttered weakly, thinking that his reaction was one of rejection and not one of restraint “I didn’t mean to make you upset or uncomfortable” she mumbled. V quickly shook his head, his wig brushing along her face softly “No! No Evey you haven’t upset me! It’s just…i…I want to touch you…myself.” He muttered, his face was burning up under his mask. He felt hot, his body tight, his clothes too scratchy and warm on his skin. Evey starred up at him, a blush growing on her face and ears before she smiled and nodded eagerly.
“Be my guest V” Evey purred deeply as she pulled her hand away from him, relaxing back with her arms above her head as she looked up at her masked counterpart. V nodded quietly, inhaling deeply to calm himself as his hands found her body. Her shirt had been rolled up by her scenting and the feeling of his cool leather gloves on her skin made her mewl. The noise made V twitch, his knee’s trembling. He was overwhelmed with emotion and feelings and need. His hands began to trail across Evey’s skin, rolling up her shirt so he could spread his palms over the pale white skin of her breast. He marveled at the sigh of her bare and exposed before him, a shuttering breath escaped him before he lowered himself and pressed the nose of his mask against her chest, inhaling deeply. The smell of their scents mingled together was unreal, it was absolutely amazing, he would bottle it and wear it as a perfume if he could. It reminded him of his roses, of the parchment and paper he had stored in his room, of waking up in his freshly cleaned sheets. It was an invitation, a promise of connection, of warmth, of pleasure.
His brain kicked into overdrive, leaving behind her chest as his hands slid down her chest and to her hips. It wasn’t hard to tug away the thin pajama pants, the sound of ripping fabric making Evey yelp in surprise as he tugged them away. She huffed at him, closing her legs tightly “hey! I liked those!” She said as she lightly shoved him with her foot. V growled back at her, though it wasn’t a threat, more or less just an alpha showing off their new trick, their new growl. Evey liked the idea of being on the receiving end of V’s rut, and by the way both he and his scent had changed she believed that was exactly what was happening. “I’ll get you a new pair.” he growled, a promise they both knew he would fulfill ten times over. Evey just hummed happily in response as she allowed the larger alpha to spread her legs and reveal her slit to him.
V licked his lips, the amount of saliva in his mouth at this point was growing ridiculous. His gloved hands slid down in between Evey’s legs, making her gasp and shiver. She responded perfectly to him, responded like his every touch was orchestrating her response. His thumb brushed across her overly sensitive clit as another circled her entrance. Evey moaned as her back arched into him, gripping at his clothed shoulder. “V” she panted his name, “oh V don’t tease” she huffed at him. V chuffed as he touched her, his fingers diving into the soft warmth that she harbored. His gloves providing the strangest texture Evey had ever felt, it was exhilarating. Her back arched and she twisted some in his grasp, a gasp rolling off her tongue as V’s fingers reached deep into her, rolling over her sensitive skin and touching her deepest recesses.
She moaned his name, a song on her tongue, it made his cock swell against the constraints of his trousers. He panted, taking in the flavors of her scent with each deep breath. Evey squirmed beneath his hands, body opening up for him as his hands dove deeper. The movements came naturally, the way of touching and feeling her came naturally. It amazed him. He mused that it must be muscle memory, then the idea made him sick.
He didn’t like the idea of doing this with any other omega, the idea of ruining his gloves with a different omega’s slick and scenting himself with their smell. A new noise left Evey’s throat, breaking V from his thoughts, it was a breathy cry. An exclamation of her nearing her end. V doubled down, the rough leather of his gloves stroking across her clit, long fingers reaching deep inside to a hidden spot that made her cry out and squirm. When her end came she exploded, her voice falling from words and grace to a series of loud chirps, yelps, and cries of his name. Her body tightened around him, trapping him inside as she trembled and drooled beneath him. V panted deeply as he looked down at her, one arm laid over her face, her other hand clinging to his ruined sleeve.
She was absolutely beautiful.
Her body began to relax, her eyes finding focus on his mask, a dopey smile coming to her plush lips. “V~” she purred in a sing song voice. “V, i’m not done, more…give me more” she whined happily to him. V blushed deeply at his words, blushed as well as he could with his injured skin. He felt the swell in between his legs, there was nothing stoping him from stripping away his clothes and diving into her, nothing stopping him…but his nerves. He swallowed deeply, slowly taking his hands from their home between her legs. She whined and shivered in response, raising her hips to maintain the contact as his hands disappeared. His gloves where soaked, ruined with her scent and slick; but he didn’t care. Hell, he probably wouldn’t even get rid of them. He’d save them, keep them tucked away to take with him when the final day came. He’d die with the memory of Evey in his nose, his mouth, his mind… he’d die with the memory of her on his body.
“V” she whined “I wont be scared, I wont be bothered, please, just give it too me” his dearest Evelyn begged. He could not deny her any longer. “Close your eyes” he said, voice surprisingly commanding. Evey yipped before doing as commanded, taking it a step further by covering her eyes with her hands. V inhaled a shuddering breath as he lifted his hands to his mask, shifting it to the side before he pulled away his gloves with his teeth, the tip of his tongue lapping at Evey’s slick that remained there. He held in a groan as he let the dark leather drop. Evey squirmed beneath him at the sound.
With trembling hands he reached down to undo his belt, freeing himself of the jailhouse that was his thick woolen trousers. He let out an audible growl as his cock was freed, red, angry, and already leaking for his omega. He was shocked at himself, never had he thought that he’d find himself in such a state; but he didn’t have much time to muse over it as the pulsing of his knot had grown far to hard to ignore.
His bare hands found her hips, making Evey gasp deeply as he pulled her closer. She let out a happy noise, as his flushed head brushed against her core. ”Fuck~ V!” Evey chittered happily as her legs came to rest against his sides. “Finally! Oh finally, are you going to breed me? Let me be the mother to a army of little revolutionist?” She purred deeply, practically slurring over the words as V rocked his hips and ran himself through her slick. The idea of breeding her made him swallow. It wasn’t V’s place to breed her, or to mark her, or to even just knot her. Hell he’d be gone in just a few short months, if he abandoned her with a child she’d hate him, and he’d never be able to forgive himself…but his Rut was not exactly allowing him to think rationally and neither was dear Evelyn’s heat. Though that nagging voice of rationalism sat in the back of V’s mind…he was too far gone to do anything but growl an affirmative and pin her to the nest. One hand fell upon her chest, using it as leverage as his thick scarred thumb stroked against soft skin, the other held her hips as he doze into her.
She moaned loudly in response, clinging to him as the stretch and burn of his cock within finally took over her body. V pressed his masked face into her neck, inhaling her scent deeply as he began to move. It took them but a moment to find their rhythm, but once it was established it would carry them on waves of pleasure unlike either of them had felt before. V’s teeth clicked together behind his mask as his mouth and body itched to bite and mark the omega beneath him. The feeling of her warmth around him making his natural urges overpower the mere idea of rational.
Evey on the other hand, had no mask to shield her biting jaws. her tongue lolled out of her mouth and her nails cut lines into his thick padded vest. She moaned his name as his movements began to grow shallow, his knot slamming against her with each thrust. “V” she moaned deeply “I want it in V, knot me” she begged as she pulled him close with her legs and arms. “Of course Evey, Of course, anything…anything for you” V growled deeply in response as he pressed harder against her. There was a moment of main as his knot finally pushed into her with a loud ’pop!’ But the pain quickly faded as another orgasm rushed over her in waves. Evey moaned loudly, mouth open and fangs glinting; before her mouth came down on him, biting through his button down and vest with ease, digging her fangs into his skin to mark him. V, had came with a room shaking howling noise, his knot swelling and locking him into his lovely Evelyn as he filled her with his warmth. Though his howl quickly cut off with a loud yelp of surprise as Evelyn marked him, sharp white splinters digging into his terribly scarred skin. He froze, shaking at the overwhelming feeling of being marked and claimed by a omega…his omega. He whined deeply as he leaned his head against hers, his legs and arms giving out and causing him to slump down onto her. Evey let out a short ‘oof’ around her mouthful of V before she let out a happy noise. V was trembling ontop of her as her arms came up to hold him, she removed her teeth from his shoulder, kissing at the bloodied patch of fabric growing there. She stroked his wigged head softly, playing with the strands as they both came down from their haze.
“Mark me V” Evey’s voice was soft as she felt him begin to stir again, his knot still locking them deeply. “Mark me, its your right, I want you too” she begged him as he looked at her weakly from behind his mask.
“I can’t Evey…I can’t… you deserve better, a proper alpha, someone from the real world.” He said, the heart break clear on his voice as he looked down. Rationality returning to him for a moment. “I shouldn’t have done this, I’ll never forgive myself if I leave you trapped down here with-“ Evey cut him off as she suddenly placed a kiss against his masks lips. “I wont be trapped.” She said simply “you are a proper alpha, you’re my alpha, even if there’s no mark…I want to stay with you, stay and be happy. You’re the only one who can give that to me” she mumbled against his lips as she held his head. V’s eyes watered at her words. She wanted him, wanted him so deeply and so fully. He swallowed, before nodding.
“Okay” he wheezed “please Evey…close your eyes”
November Fifth. The night of the destruction of parliament. Sutler is dead. Creedy is dead. And snuggled in a nest, tucked away in the shadow gallery…sits a heavily pregnant omega. Her fingers traced over her belly anxiously as she watched the news, parliament had fallen minutes ago, she had felt the shake of the land as the explosion had happened. The news had covered the whole thing, the explosion, the fireworks, the crowds and riots and protest and celebration.
She didn’t care about any of it. She cared about her mate, her V, where was he? Why hadn’t he come back yet. She whined deeply as she looked towards the door, rising and carefully stepping out of her nest and towards the exit. She had to find him, had to know what had happened, where he was. She was just about to sit and struggle with her boots to leave, when the door opened…and in walked V. He was chuffing in frustration as he took off his hat; but his frustrated noises ended quickly as he saw his mate sat near the door. “Evelyn! What on earth are you doing out of the nest! You should be wresting” he huffed to her quickly. He didn’t rush to her, as he was currently covered in gun powder and blood and he knew the scent would make her sick.
She blinked at him before she quickly rose. “Oh V! I was so worried! Are you hurt?! What happened!? You did it!!” She said quickly, her mind rushing through everything she wanted to say to him as she rushed towards him. V was quick to catch her with his gloved hands, gently holding her face and stroking her cheek as he smiled behind his mask. “I am okay my dear I’m okay” he promised as she quickly checked over his chest for wounds or injuries, thankful to find nothing but a few scrapes. Her hands became bloody and dirty as she didm, but she didn’t care. “I did it” he said as he leaned into her, brushing his masks lips over her forehead. She purred and nuzzled deeply against him, “they’re throwing a party on the news, go get changed and showered and then come watch” she smiled calmly up a him as she pat his chest. “As you command my lovely mate” V purred to her as his gloved fingers brushed over large belly.
When V returned to Evey from the shower she was watching the Tv calmly, a bowl of snacks sat on her belly as she hummed to herself. V had came up behind her, wearing some of his more casual clothes. He gently reached down, stroking his scarred hands across his mates cheek. She purred and moved to turn to him, “V! Look at the tv, they’re-“ her voice was cut off by the sight before her.
V wasn’t wearing his mask. He wasn’t wearing his mask and he was smiling down at her. His skin was splotchy and red, his scars a winding painting of white and pink; but his eyes, his eyes where a brilliant blue that pulled you in. “Hello Evelyn” he purred to her as he tenderly stroked her face. Evey starred up at him, tears brimming at her eyes before she smiled tenderly.
“Hello V”