The stifling heat inside the velvet-lined carriage clung to Vivianne like a second skin—lush, suffocating, and wickedly sweet. Each breath was thick with her own pheromones, saturating the enclosed space with the heady scent of an omega deep in heat.
Her thighs pressed together, desperate for friction, as her flushed skin prickled under the weight of longing. She squirmed against the silk-cushioned seat, her body betraying her with every twitch and tremble.
Across from her, Roxanne watched with a slow-burning hunger. Her amber eyes shimmered like molten gold, fixed unblinking on her wife, a sharp smirk tugging at her lips. The alpha's presence filled the carriage with invisible gravity, pulling at Vivianne's every nerve, coaxing her closer with nothing but a look.
"Come here, Vivianne," Roxanne purred, her voice a velvet caress steeped in command and desire.
Vivianne's breath hitched, her pulse thundering in her ears. Her inner omega stirred restlessly, aching for the security, the possession, and the soothing fire of her alpha's touch. But still, her voice wavered. "W-why…?"
Roxanne's gaze flicked downward, where the fabric of her tailored trousers strained against the growing bulge beneath. "You know why," she said, low and deliberate. "Your body's screaming for me. It needs me."
A whimper slipped from Vivianne's lips before she could stop it. Her thighs clenched tighter, her mind teetering between instinct and memory. Echoes of her past life, when she was in heat, clawed at her—times marked by cold hands and colder hearts, forced submission, and stolen dignity. But this is different. This is Roxanne. Her bonded mate, the only one who had ever looked at her with both desire and reverence.
Noticing the flicker of pain in her omega's eyes, Roxanne's expression softened. The dominant edge dulled—not gone, but tempered with admiration. She leant forward, her voice gentle now. "Whatever ghosts you're chasing in your head," she whispered, reaching up to draw the heavy curtains closed around them, "they have no place here. Not with me. Not ever."
Vivianne blinked, the shadows cloaking them in soft intimacy, the outside world shut away. Her body trembled as she rose, pulled not just by her need but by the safety in Roxanne's voice.
When she sank into the alpha's lap, it was with a quiet surrender. Roxanne's hands were already there—sure and reverent—slipping under layers of silk to find the molten heat between Vivianne's thighs. A moan escaped the omega as deft fingers brushed against slick, desperate flesh.
"Dripping," Roxanne murmured, her voice thick with restrained hunger. "You're on fire, sweetheart. Let me put it out."
Vivianne gasped as Roxanne's mouth found the crook of her neck, warm breath fanning over her fevered skin. Her nails dug into the alpha's shoulders, the heat in her belly roaring like a storm. Her mind went blank, her body arching towards the only relief it knew—the only one she wanted.
"Please…" she whispered.
Roxanne's arms slipped around Vivianne's waist as the omega settled into her lap, every motion languid but trembling with unspoken urgency. The plush seat beneath them creaked softly as their bodies moulded together, the heat between them intensifying in the enclosed space. Vivianne's skirts bunched up around her thighs, baring her flushed skin to the open air and to Roxanne's touch.
The alpha's hands gripped her gently, reverently, her thumbs drawing slow, grounding circles along Vivianne's hips. She could feel it—how her wife quaked in her arms, not from fear, but from overwhelming need.
Roxanne's own breath hitched as she felt the pressure beneath her waistband grow insistent, her shaft straining hard against the fabric of her trousers, throbbing in response to the scent of Vivianne's slick, her heat, her want.
"You're perfect like this," Roxanne murmured, lips brushing the shell of Vivianne's ear. "So soft… so warm… You don't have to hold back anymore, my love. I've got you."
Vivianne buried her face in Roxanne's neck, a helpless whimper slipping past her lips as her fingers clenched in the folds of Roxanne's jacket. Her body ached—burned—with need, every nerve hypersensitive, crying out for the only one who could soothe the storm.
"I can't take it anymore…" she whispered, her voice breaking. "It hurts, please, put it inside...."
"I know," Roxanne murmured, her tone soothing and thick with desire. "Let me help you."
She shifted slightly, and Vivianne felt it—the hard shaft press of Roxanne's arousal against her bare thigh, the heat of it sending sparks straight to her core. The alpha's fingers skimmed between her legs, and Vivianne moaned softly as they found her soaked folds. She was ready, slick with need, her body begging to be filled.
Roxanne groaned low in her throat. "You're soaking wet, sweetheart. You need me to fill you, don't you?"
Vivianne nodded frantically, hips arching into her touch. "Please, your grace… please…"
Seeing how Vivianne's beautiful face turned into a moaning mess, her skin flushed red, she begged her, and the way she called her with 'your grace' To Roxanne, that was all it took.
With ease, Roxanne undid her belt and freed herself from the confines of her trousers. Her hard, thick shaft stood proud and flushed, aching for her omega, throbbing with restrained hunger. She guided herself to Vivianne's entrance, her hands firm on her hips, grounding her as she slowly eased in.
Vivianne gasped, her entire body shuddering as she was filled—inch by inch—by the one who knew her best. There was no rush, no brutality in Roxanne's movements. Only heat. Only reverence. Only love.
When they were fully joined, Roxanne held still, letting her omega adjust. Her forehead pressed to Vivianne's, eyes locked with hers, every breath shared. "You're mine," Roxanne whispered. "No one else gets to see you like this. No one else gets to feel this."
Vivianne whimpered, clinging to her alpha. "Only you. Just you. No one else."
With a groan, Roxanne began to move—slow, rolling thrusts that had Vivianne crying out, her nails digging into Roxanne's shoulders as her body pulsed around her mate. The carriage rocked slightly with their rhythm, the world outside forgotten.
Roxanne growled, possessive and tender all at once, "You feel like heaven."
Their bodies moved in perfect sync, sweat mingling with silk, lips brushing, gasps and moans filling the thick air. Roxanne's hand slipped between them, finding the bundle of nerves between Vivianne's thighs and stroking it just right—drawing her closer to the edge.
"Come for me, love," Roxanne murmured against her lips. "Let go."
Vivianne's climax hit her like a crashing wave. She cried out, her body trembling, clenching tightly around her alpha as waves of ecstasy rolled through her. Roxanne followed moments later, hips jerking as she spilt deep inside her mate with a guttural groan.
Silence fell between them, broken only by the sound of their mingled breaths. Roxanne kissed her forehead, cradling her close. "I'll always take care of you."
Vivianne lay boneless in Roxanne's arms, her body still trembling from the intensity of their joining. Her breath came in short, shallow gasps, lips parted as she tried to come down from the overwhelming high. Yet even in the aftermath, she could feel it—Roxanne is still hard. Still buried deep inside her. Still throbbing.
The alpha's breathing was ragged, her chest rising and falling against Vivianne's slick back. Her hands gripped the omega's hips possessively, fingers pressing bruises into her soft skin as if to brand her with every touch.
Vivianne's voice was hoarse when she spoke, low and sultry. "You're not done yet," sensing Roxanne's shaft getting even bigger inside her.
"Because your heat is still flaring." Roxanne quickly took off Vivianne's dress completely, having her omega completely naked and vulnerable on top of her.
Vivianne whimpered, her body aching but responsive. She could feel it—that deep, rumbling need rolling off her alpha in waves. The heat hadn't subsided. If anything, it had intensified. Roxanne's knot hadn't fully formed yet, and her instincts screamed for more—for complete, undeniable claiming.
"I can't…" Vivianne whispered, but even as the protest left her lips, her hips rolled instinctively, seeking the friction, the fullness. "You're still…"
"Hard," Roxanne growled, nipping the soft curve of her mate's shoulder. "And nowhere near finished. You're in heat, love. And I'm your alpha."
She shifted them, strong arms cradling Vivianne as she laid her back across the plush carriage seat, hovering above her. Afternoon sun filtered through the cracks in the curtain, casting pale silver across Vivianne's flushed skin, illuminating her parted lips, her trembling thighs spread wide around Roxanne's hips.
"You can take me," Roxanne said, her voice gentler now, full of reverence as her fingers caressed the side of Vivianne's face. "Your body was made for me. And I'm going to fill you again… and again… until that heat is gone."
The second time was faster, more needy, and deeper, the kind of rhythm that left Vivianne sobbing and screaming into Roxanne's shoulder. Each thrust fed her growing need and dulled the ache, but it never quite satisfied either of them. They were caught in a loop—of heat and instinct, of want and devotion. Roxanne kissed her with hunger, laced her fingers with Vivianne's, and held her through every wave.
By the third time, the carriage had grown unbearably hot. Roxanne's clothes finally lay discarded across the floor, her jacket and cravat crumpled besides Vivianne's corset and stockings. The air was thick with pheromones—cloying, rich, intoxicating.
"Your Grace," Vivianne whispered again, her voice raw.
"Roxanne, call me Roxanne." The Grand Duke growls, still moving her hip inside out between Vivianne's thighs.
"Roxanne... my alpha... just you." Vivianne stares at her with longing, making Roxanne's heart fill with ache.
"Yes, just me," Roxanne replied, her hips grinding in slow circles as she knotted deep inside her mate. Vivianne gasped, body arching. She was full—stretched—and held tightly in place. Her alpha wasn't going anywhere.
They didn't stop until the sun began to set behind the trees. When it was finally too much, when even Vivianne's body pleaded for rest, Roxanne lifted her gently in her arms and stepped out of the carriage. The twilight air kissed their skin, cool and calming after the fire that had raged inside the enclosed space.
Roxanne told her knights to set up a simple camp beneath the stars. A soft blanket, a small fire, a canteen of water—nothing fancy, but it was safe. Intimate. A place to breathe.
Vivianne curled against her alpha, draped in Roxanne's coat, her hair damp from sweat, her legs still trembling faintly. Roxanne pulled her close, resting her chin on Vivianne's crown and wrapping her arms tightly around her.
"Better?" she asked softly.
Vivianne hummed sleepily. "Still sore… But yes. You're everything I need."
Roxanne chuckled, kissing her hair. "I wasn't sure I'd survive your heat."
"You? Survive my heat? I thought I was going to pass out from your rut!" Vivianne laughed lightly, then yawned, her body finally letting go.