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Happy holidays, friends!


Rating: Explicit, ABO, Alpha Kara, Omega Lena.


Description: Feeling disenchanted about her relationship with fiancée Andrea, Lena retreats to a mountain lodge before Christmas. Once there, she runs into her old classmate, Kara, who just happens to be the owner of the place, and an Olympic hockey champion to boot. [Poll winner; This is the prompt winner that won that involves cheating. Explicitly stated on the prompt poll: Omega Lena books a trip to a resort that hockey player/Olympian Kara owns - they fall in love even though Lena is engaged to Andrea].

 
Tags: Slow-ish burn and a lot of build up because it's part of the prompt. All that aside: filthy smut, dirty talk, sex in multiple positions, cream pies, Lena sits on Kara's lap and tells her what she wants for Christmas.


Word count: 13,448




Lena Luthor learned early in life to trust her intuitions. As a child, she journaled for hours about the people that surrounded her, noting all of their quirks and strong points. That translated to making good judgment calls that followed strong gut instincts. It helped her navigate through personal relationships and later on when she went into business.

Her first encounter with Andrea Rojas resulted in a few jotted down notes:

Sly, funny, sexy  
Arrogant in all the ways I like
Smiles like she wants to devour me

Soon after, Lena accepted Andrea’s propositions to go out on a date — and six months later Andrea put an engagement ring on her finger. The event took place at Lena’s favorite restaurant in front of high society people she had known her entire life, and because she was in such shock, she couldn’t remember uttering the word “Yes” before Andrea slipped the giant rock onto her hand. The glitzy size of the diamond was all anyone talked about for weeks whenever they bumped into her. She went for brunch with her mother and couldn’t get a word in edgewise about her feelings of doubt. For all she had learned to journal as a coping strategy, it didn’t come in handy in this situation. She found herself becoming meeker and voiceless and content to go along with Andrea’s whims.

Andrea covered Lena’s neck in bites that would last until she staked her claim. Around Christmas time, when the streets were lined in snow and jolly men shaking bells for charity, Lena wore turtlenecks and thick collared jackets that protected her healing throat from the cold. She strutted in from the ice and headed straight to the bank of elevators that would take her up to Daxamite Capital, a hedge fund where Andrea worked as a Senior Analyst.

Lena worked in children’s publishing and the environment in Andrea’s office was much different than her own. Her perfume did little to mitigate the possessive pheromones that Andrea left all over her, and she walked into a wall of alpha stink on the main floor.

“Hey there, sexy, looking for Andrea?” Mike asked from the area by the water cooler.

As a junior analyst, he should have been more careful with how he treated her, but it was par for the course at the all-alpha firm and Mike was the owner’s son.

“Let me guess, she’s in her office?” Lena intoned and attempted to slip by without engaging.

“Right-o. She’s working on a deal that will make her a managing partner.” Mike pretended to fish with an invisible rod and implied Andrea was reeling in a big account. “Want to hang with me while she’s on the phone?”

Lena glanced at the desk space that belonged to Mike — which looked like a compact and cluttered frat-house of a cubicle.

“No, I don’t want to bother you when you’re hard at work. Do you know how long she’ll be?” Lena removed her gloves to endure the wait.

“Try back around New Year. She’s handling a very high profile client.” Mike flung himself down in his chair and grabbed a yo-yo that he tossed out a couple of times and couldn’t reel back in. “If you’re lonely we could hit up a few parties together. You drink, right?”

Lena shuffled uncomfortably and tried to peer into Andrea’s office, but her fiancée didn’t come out to meet her. Instead a text  pinged on her phone:

Home late tonight. Don’t wait up for me.

Much later that evening, Lena started to get a sense of what marriage would be like when Andrea took a business call while inside of her.

“Fuck, Lena—you’re so good and so tight,” Andrea groaned and kissed at the back of her neck and shoulders just to huff out, “Jack? Jack, hello! How are you?” in the next breath.

Lena went tense at the familiar sensation of seed spilling out of Andrea, and then her future mate climbed off her. She propped a pillow under her head and stared while Andrea began to pace, leaving her alone in the bed.

The call lasted a good twenty minutes, by which time Lena picked up the sketches for an upcoming children’s book about manners. She wondered if Andrea could benefit from reading it.

“Wow, that was Jack, and he told me the Olsen family loves me and wants me to manage their family portfolio. Are you working?” The abrupt way Andrea cut herself off would have been comical if Lena wasn’t agitated.

“Since my fiancée left me in bed without making me come, I figured I would finalize this design,” Lena replied, choosing not to rise to the dangling bait for her rage.

“You don’t have to push yourself so hard at work. In fact, why don’t you quit?” Andrea fixed herself a drink as she talked, adding a few cubes of ice to a small amount of Scotch. She didn’t understand the absurdity of what she was proposing or notice Lena’s immediate mood shift.

“Why would I quit my job?” Lena asked very quietly and put the design plans aside.

“It’s children’s publishing - not even adult fiction, and besides, what are we going to do when we have pups? I was raised almost entirely by nannies. I don’t want that for our kids.” Andrea put her glass down and wandered over to her professionally decorated Christmas tree where not a single ornament was out of place.

“Maybe you could come home on time, and we’ll enroll our children in meaningful activities until we’re all here at the end of the day—“

Lena didn’t think she was being unreasonable, but she could tell by the pheromones in the room that Andrea thought her idea was absurd. That didn’t make for a good atmosphere for Andrea to break the news about working through the holidays.

“Speaking of our careers, I’m going to be working through Christmas. I’ve been reluctant to tell you because I feel horrible about it, but I’m working on some foreign accounts, and this is my chance to make managing partner.”

Lena would have liked to discuss it, except Andrea received another call and held up her hand to request silence. “Jack?”

With nothing left to do but sit on the couch and think about the bleak Christmas ahead of her, Lena decided to scroll through her tablet. She researched some remote mountain lodges and impulsively booked a suite at the tenth place on the list because of the S logo that jumped out at her.

Nine days later, laden down with suitcases, Lena embarked on a solo vacation. Without any desire to be hassled by family or wait around for Andrea, she hoped it would be a good chance to think and read and get away from the city. She planned to be back in time to still partake in some festivities.

The frosty mountain air certainly filled her lungs in a different way, and Lena wandered into the quaint lodge with an odd sense of comfort in her chest. It went away the minute she walked through the lobby and a little boy shot a hockey puck at her.

“Sorry!” The kid bent down to retrieve his puck and halted as he glanced up her. “Hey, wait, I recognize you.”

“You do?” Lena blurted and watched incredulously as the child retreated behind the desk and pulled out the book series she wrote many years back.

Occasionally she went into the local stores and dusted off a copy when they could be found. The kid had a whole pile of books on the desk, and Lena noted that all of them had broken spines, which meant he actually read them. The boy flipped to the page with Lena’s picture, and eyed the stickers that covered up her bio.

“I liked your book, but you should have made Wesley the hero.” The boy smiled at her and flicked his dark bangs out of his hair. “I’m Corey Danvers. Welcome to the Lodge of El. Not to be confused with the lodge of hell. If you wait two minutes, Winn will probably come out and check you into your room. He’s having a lot of omega-trouble at the moment.”

“I am not, and will you please stop telling our guests about my relationships?” Winn griped from somewhere in the back.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got her,” called another voice, which belonged to someone with a strangely familiar face. Kara Danvers - tall, broad-shouldered and ripped Kara Danvers.

Lena was hit by two associations at once, one that came from her experiences at boarding school, and another that came from noticing the name in the papers. She towered over Lena now, and set her hands on her hips in a way that accentuated the bulge of her muscles - and not just the ones on her arms, but the cut of her abs, and upper thighs, and the thick appendage in between them.

Lena remembered some notes in her journals about Kara — and how many omegas preened and flirted and exhausted themselves in trying to impress her.

“Kara,” Lena blurted with a smile on her lips and her arms wide open to embrace her both as a stranger and former classmate.

It could have been awkward if Kara had forgotten her, but she noticed a gleam of recognition in the hockey player’s eyes - and neither of them pulled back from the hug too soon.

“Lena Luthor, gosh, what a big surprise.” Kara smiled as she took Lena in with more appreciation than she deserved after coming off a long flight.

Corey cleared his throat from behind the counter and handed over a room key. “Do I have to do all of the work around here?”

Kara glanced at the kid and laughed as she reached out to ruffle his hair. “Lena, I’d like you to meet my kid, Corey. He takes after me athletically, but we’re kinda still working on the manners thing.”

“Yeah, my mom has a lot to learn,” Corey teased and dug his hand into a bag of sour cream and onion chips, which he crunched. “How do you guys know each other?”

“We attended the same boarding school.” Lena blinked at the chips as Corey offered her the bag. “Oh, no thanks.”

“Are you any good on the slopes?” Corey asked and hurried to the large rows of shelves behind him where rental equipment was stored. “You should join us. We have the afternoon off.”

Lena balked at the suggestion, and her fear manifested in a peculiar laugh that died in the back of her throat. She tensed imperceptibly and the smile on her lips wavered at the mental image of flying down a cliff at breakneck speeds with nothing but trees to stop her. “That’s a very sweet offer, but I didn’t come here to ski.”

Flecks of chips flew out of Corey’s mouth as he scoffed at Kara, “Who comes to a lodge if they aren’t going to ski?”

“People who want to experience tranquillity by the fire and drink hot cocoa,” Kara insisted, though her demeanor changed and she side-eyed Lena with far more curiosity.

The situation brought heat to Lena’s face, and she was sure the burn of embarrassment would linger if she didn’t excuse herself.

“I’ll let you two enjoy your afternoon off,” Lena mumbled, and motioned with the key to say she was going to check into her room.

Corey blocked her from reaching for her own bags and turned to stare pointedly at Kara. “My mom will carry your bags.”

“It’s all part of the hospitality,” Kara stated and gathered Lena’s suitcases in both hands to roll them past the front desk and down the hallway.

Lena gaped at Corey, who grinned and munched chips, and then she hurried after Kara and her unfairly long legs. She couldn’t match Kara’s strides and ran to catch up just as Kara turned to see if she was there.

“I’m surprised you’re here alone. This time of year usually inspires all the romantics to come up the mountain.”

The remark felt inquisitive, and Lena couldn’t explain why her first instinct was to tuck her hands into her pockets. Kara likely saw the huge diamond on her finger, but Lena chose to ignore it as she came to a stop outside her room.

“A writer is never really alone,” Lena remarked with a wry smile, which faltered as she considered the mess of her emotions and all she had to work through in the quiet weeks ahead. “I have more than enough thoughts to keep me company. Enjoy your slopes, Kara.”

“I’ll be sure to do that,” Kara laughed and stepped back to give Lena space to enter her room. “But if you feel like joining us–”

“I won’t,” Lena promised and shut the door in Kara’s handsome face before she did something reckless like change her mind.

With no restrictions on her time, she decided to take a luxurious bath. She tied her hair up in a bun and slipped into the large jet tub. The water helped to massage the stress away, and she read two chapters in a novel before getting out. She grabbed a fluffy white bathrobe from the suite and lounged on her bed.

Around mid-afternoon, she dressed in warm clothes and ventured down to the five-star restaurant attached to the lodge. She dined by herself, ate a six-course meal, and sampled different kinds of wine. All around her, couples and families gathered to make memories, and for once Lena didn’t mind being alone.

She didn’t see or think about Kara for the rest of the night, but the next morning she wandered into the lodge café and noticed the hockey star at a table. Kara hunched over a cup of hot chocolate that was full to the brim with cream and Christmas sprinkles. Corey perched beside her with a couple of  other kids.

Lena headed to a cozy, vacant spot near the window and became absorbed with reading. She only glanced up when she heard Corey clear his throat.

“You can’t ski, can you?” Corey asked and leaned over his large armchair to glance outside at the slopes.

Kara stood in the snow with her equipment on, and a bunch of kids gathered around her for autographs and pointers.

Lena peered at the handsome alpha and found it difficult to look away. “Of course I can ski. I just don’t like it.”

“Why don’t you come outside and let my mom give you some tips?” Corey suggested with a happy squint at her. “She’s busy training all of the time, and she could use more friends. Didn’t you like each other back in boarding school?”

“Like each other?” Lena intoned and tried to scare the kid off by raising her eyebrow.

It apparently had the opposite effect, because Corey slid off his chair to climb onto the one across from Lena as if he had been invited to join her. He set his mug of cocoa on the table, wiped the cream from his top lip with the back of his hand, and peered curiously at Lena. “Yeah, weren’t you friends?”

Lena recalled plenty of times where she said hi to Kara in passing, but they had belonged in separate friend circles. The jocks were their own overconfident and arrogant group, and Lena was aloof enough to keep most people away with her sharp tongue and icy exterior. “We shared a few classes here and there, but we were never that close.”

“My mom said everyone liked her in boarding school,” Corey stated with a confused expression that pinned Lena to her seat.

“That’s because your mom was very popular,” Lena explained tactfully and tapped her fingers against the warm mug she loosely clutched.

“You weren’t?” Corey pressed with all the innocence of a kid who had no filter when it came to asking such personal things of strangers. He stared at her expectantly and took a gulp of his cocoa, then rested his elbows on the table.

“I was more interested in feeding my imagination than my ego,” Lena informed him dryly and cast her gaze over the café in the hopes of spotting Winn or one of the members of staff who might want to collect the kid.

“So, you were a loner, huh?” Corey asked and shrugged with a sigh far too heavy for someone of his small stature. “I get it. I don’t really have many friends, either.”

Lena softened at the confession and pushed her mug aside to really engage with Corey. Whether it was true or not didn’t factor into how her omega instinctively wanted to comfort the kid, and she found herself inquiring, “Why not? You seem very sociable.”

Corey pressed his lips together and reclined in his seat to stuff his hands into the front of his hoody. “Kids my age are kinda stupid, and the ones that come here don’t stay long enough so I can get to know them better.”

Lena hid her laugh by chewing on her lip and clasped her hands atop the table to squint at Corey. She knew what it felt like to feel out of place because of her intellect and she assumed that was the case for Corey, too. “You don’t attend boarding school?”

“Nah, my mom wanted to coach me and said the best place for me was close by,” Corey supplied candidly and sipped at his sweet drink. “My other mom wanted to enroll me, though, but since she travels a lot, my mom said no because she wanted me to have the childhood she didn’t.”

Lena frowned at the mention of his other parent. She hadn’t thought about Kara’s relationship or lack thereof, and she tried not to let her concern show as she concluded his parents likely weren’t together. “What age are you, Corey?”

“Eight, so I’m old enough to know I wouldn’t have liked boarding school anyway.” Corey looked pleased with himself and finished off his cocoa just so he could motion to the snow outside. “So, are we skiing or what?”

Lena narrowed her eyes with a soft scoff and shook her head at the tenacious eight-year-old. “You don’t give up, do you?”

“Nope,” Corey grinned.

He gave Lena the impression that he would happily follow her around all day until she caved, and that was why she foolishly thought it would be better to get it over with so she could enjoy the rest of her vacation as intended. Alone.

“Fine, but if I break an ankle, your mom is getting my medical bill,” Lena stipulated with a huff.

She barely stood up when Corey rushed forward to drag her back to the front desk where all of the rental gear was lined up.

The kid helped her with selecting the right equipment, and Lena awkwardly shuffled along the ice outside with feelings of real regret. She couldn’t quite find her equilibrium, and it was embarrassing to slide herself along with Kara watching.

Kara beamed at her and made it look easy by gliding over. “Lena, I’m glad you decided to get out on the slopes after all. I was just giving a little informal lesson to some of the kids who are staying at the resort.”

“I told her you would give her some pointers.” Corey smiled and gestured to Lena with one of his gloved hands. “I’m gonna go catch up with Winn. It’s his day off and he promised to teach me some new tricks.”

Lena expected the kid to stick around and act as a buffer, but Corey took off for the ski lift. She glanced around at the tamer slopes and dug her poles into the ground to pull herself forward.

“So, I thought you were a hockey player. Isn’t it bad enough you’re on the ice for work? You also have to ski down icy mountains in your free time?” Lena tossed a frigid glance at her former classmate and deadpanned out of habit.

“You know, for our class Ice Queen, I figured you would enjoy the cold as much as I do,” Kara shot back, along with a grin that bordered on blatantly flirtatious. She let her gaze roam down Lena and raised her chin to posture. “Technically I’m an Olympian now, so staying active on the ice is pretty much my full-time job. It’s one of the reasons I bought this place.”

For a bizarre and fleeting moment, Lena forgot she was covered by thick winter wear from head to toe. She felt under-dressed from Kara’s ogling and gripped the poles a little tighter to combat the rush of peculiar anxiety and her inability to break eye contact.

“Still as humble as ever, I see. I’m shocked you can slalom without the weight of your big head throwing you off balance.”

The moment she caught Kara’s grin widening, she knew it was the wrong move to tease and throw in some ski terminology.

“Well, keeping your legs spread tends to help.” Kara raised her eyebrows suggestively and then motioned with her finger to Lena’s awkward gait. “You would benefit from doing the same unless you plan to roll down the slope.”

Lena drew herself up to her full height, which wasn’t anywhere near Kara’s and shifted carefully to stop her knees from touching. “I’ve skied before. I don’t actually need your help.” Her frosty tone sold the lie, but she hadn’t considered the consequences of it.

“Go ahead then,” Kara instructed with a chivalrous wave of her hand for Lena to go first. “I’ll hang back and watch your form.”

Lena blinked furiously as Kara straightened up so that her pelvis jutted forward. She spotted the very obvious outline that could still be seen through Kara’s thick winter sports pants.

Out of spite, Lena took off at speed and performed a move she hadn’t tried in years, executing it far better than she expected. She made it down the smaller slope unscathed and Kara followed her to the bottom. Her pride threatened to go to her head, but it was swiftly torn down by a misstep. She became distracted by the huge and visible shape of Kara’s cock, which resulted in tripping backwards over her ski.

Self-preservation kicked in, and instead of just falling flat on her ass, she screeched and grabbed onto Kara’s shoulders. Kara pulled her in tight to her chest, and they stared at each other with too much tension to be casual. Lena often found it hard to connect with others, and the sexual attraction between them was uncanny and more than a little uncomfortable. She drew back and clasped her hands with poise, forgetting the skis attached to her feet with the idea that she could walk away. For a second time, she tripped herself and Kara pulled her in close again.

“On the bright side, you made it down the mountain just fine,” Kara intoned with a cute smile and offered her gloved hand to Lena. “And hey, you don’t have any injuries, so you’re doing great. Should we go again, or would you rather defrost
and check out one of the quieter activities in the lodge?”

“You say that like you think I can’t handle the slopes for more than five minutes.” Lena frowned at the assumption and turned herself towards the large ski lift with the idea to show off. “Look, I was born into the Luthor family. Chess, skiing, and golf were practically mandatory. I just don’t like two out of those three things.”

“Why do something you don’t like?” Kara asked, clearly unaware of her son’s machinations to get Lena outdoors.

Unfortunately, that question hit her off guard, and launched Lena into a fast existential crisis. She considered her career, her relationship with Andrea, and every little thing she did that wasn’t with passion or enjoyment.

“In this case, your son guilt-tripped me,” Lena replied with a straight face, despite Corey’s sweet personality and the heart-to-heart they had shared. “But I would be lying if I said I’m not the type to do things I hate. I haven’t really bothered to reflect on why I’m like this.”

Kara peered at her and lifted her ski goggles. “Maybe it’s because you’re more worried about making other people happy. I get that.”

“And what would the great Kara Danvers know about that?” Lena scoffed and chose that precise moment to step in front of the ski lift with the grandiose idea of leaving Kara behind.

She didn’t account for how swift the alpha was even on skis, or how those long legs made it easy to hop onto the seat beside her without any effort.

Lena gawked at the lanky athlete and rued the fact that they were now stuck together. She contemplated the risk of serious injury if she launched herself off the seat rather than deal with her own mortification, and she was of split minds about hurtling herself into the compacted snow below.

“Despite what you might think, quite a lot,” Kara stated with a shrug and relaxed into the seat as if Lena hadn’t just tried to escape the conversation. “When you play as well as I do, there’s a lot of expectations that get put on your shoulders, and you have to make a lot of sacrifices. After a while it kind of stops being your dream and becomes everyone else's—”

“Are you trying to tell me you would quit the team?” Lena asked with a disbelieving sneer that Kara didn’t deserve.

She was being hostile for no real reason and blamed Kara for the pressing need to self-reflect on the choices that brought her to the lodge in the first place.

“No, I love getting up at 5am to work out before strapping blades to my feet so I run on ice.” Kara deadpanned, then cracked a smile that eased the tension from Lena’s shoulders. “Talent doesn’t just come out of thin air. It takes years of constant practice, even when you don’t feel like you have it in you.”

“Then why go through with it if it’s so gruelling?” Lena had no right to pry, and it was stupid to try and find answers to her own questions when Kara wasn’t privy to her innermost thoughts.

“Some things are worth the extra effort,” Kara admitted, somewhat subdued as she turned her face to gaze at the snowy mountain range. The humor she exuded dimmed, and she exhaled heavily, “And sometimes it isn’t, but you do it anyway because other people rely on you.”

Lena wanted to probe, and if not for Kara suddenly pointing to the icy peak where they were due to jump off, she might have.

“If you can make it to the bottom before I do, dinner’s on me,” Kara wagered with a grin that was supposed to be teasing.

Why Lena took it as an invite to be ruthlessly competitive was beyond her. She shoved Kara back into her seat so she could jump first.

She realized as she pushed off to race down the slope that she wasn’t just trying to outrun Kara, but the thought of Andrea and her own complicated emotions surrounding her future.

Unfortunately, that was a bad combination for such a steep slope, and Lena screamed as soon as her feet touched the snow.

She flew down the mountain without skill or thought and shrieked the whole way down. Other skiers dodged her, and Kara trailed her down the most treacherous path. She expected to break multiple bones if she survived the descent through the trees. Smaller branches scraped her ski coat, and Lena realized a much larger pine was dead-ahead. A collision would knock her head off, and Lena braced herself for impact when Kara caught her.

Kara performed impossible feats in looping her around that tree. Lena veered left due to Kara’s quick reflexes and superior alpha strength, and she grabbed the back of Lena’s jacket and slid her away from the oncoming catastrophe.

Lena broke away just in time to zoom past the tree. As luck would have it, she soared right to the bottom of the slope withonly her ego bruised. She skidded to a stop with the help of a few lodge-goers grabbing her arms to keep her steady.

“I knew I could beat you,” Lena exhaled shakily from a combination of pure adrenaline and terror. She postured like she hadn’t almost killed herself and watched enviously as Kara slid to a controlled stop just inches away. “When do you want to grab dinner?”

Kara appeared to find her arrogance funny, and after a long second of checking Lena over, she laughed. “Working the slopes always gets my appetite going. How about tonight around seven?”

“Isn’t that a bit late for dinner?” Lena grumbled, even though she knew it wasn’t.


Kara wasn’t to blame for her fault-finding tendencies. It was her issue, and Lena blamed herself for having eyes that appreciated Kara physically.

“Not if you want a decent meal, and I can eat,” Kara bragged. Her laid back charm and pride was hard to hate, and from the way she smiled, she knew it.

Lena’s dirty mind begged her to consider the benefits of an alpha with voracious appetites. She fought her own imagination and shuffled her way to the lodge before guilt could take hold and tarnish her mood.

For the next three hours, Lena hung out in her room and journaled her thoughts. She swung between rational observations and paranoid shame for feeling excited about going to dinner with Kara.

On one hand, she knew it was normal to want to catch up with her old classmate. Anyone would want to grab dinner with the Olympian. It was just a friendly catch up, that was all – or so she tried to persuade herself. But Lena switched outfits and stood in front of the mirror the way she often did before heading out on a date. She wanted to look good – not for Kara, of course, but for herself. She hoped to improve her self-confidence, which was waning in her relationship with Andrea.

Every thought she had went right back to her fiancée, and Lena checked her phone for any missed messages or calls. It simultaneously saddened and aggravated her that there were none. Why would there be? Andrea had made it perfectly clear that she would be working her ass off all through December, and likely kissing someone else’s for the promotion she so desperately wanted.

The lack of contact was what finally made up Lena’s mind on whether or not she would order room service that night.

She switched out her cozy winter sweater and jeans for the dress she packed on the off chance she went anywhere that warranted nicer attire. If she was going out to dinner with a star hockey player, then she was going to look the part.

Lena wasn’t sure what to expect when she walked into the lobby thirty minutes early, but it wasn’t the sight of Kara in a tailored suit asking Winn to call her room.

“Since when do you eat out? We have a five-star restaurant right here,” Winn needled Kara with the phone cradled to his shoulder, only to double-take as he caught Lena slinking over with a curiously raised eyebrow.

“Since there’s someone worth grabbing dinner with that isn’t you,” Kara fired back testily and then reeled at Winn’s audacity to hang up. She looked ready to argue with her friend in the lobby of her lodge and only dialed back her outrage when Lena politely cleared her throat to catch their attention.

“Lena, you’re early,” Kara laughed and whipped out a bunch of flowers from behind the front desk.

“And you were already calling my room to make sure I wasn’t standing you up?” Lena intoned with a grin and several slow blinks that silently judged Kara’s choices.

“I made a reservation and it’s important we aren’t late,” Kara reasoned and continued to clutch at the humongous winter bouquet that must have been put together by a very expensive local florist.

Lena mercifully took the gift and breathed in the soft scents of the petals. “You know I don’t have a vase for these in my room.”

“Winn, send for a vase, one of the nice crystal ones,” Kara requested and placed the bouquet on the counter so that one of her employees could put it in Lena’s room.

Lena sensed that this was out of character behavior for Kara. Unlike earlier, Kara’s cocky attitude took a backseat to her nerves, and she escorted Lena out of the lobby with a jitteriness that was oddly sweet.

Corey waved and smiled to them from the window, and Lena got the impression that kid was congratulating himself for rekindling their friendship.

“My car is right over here.” Kara gestured to a Range Rover with chains wrapped around the wheels and hurried to open the door.

“I assume you’re taking me somewhere on the mountain?” Lena asked.

Having lived in a warmer climate for most of her life, she lacked experience driving up and down steep hills in winter. She speculated it would be as daunting, and she wasn’t surprised when she noticed plenty of hazard arrows pointing their way on the winding road.

“I promise the views are worth it,” Kara bragged, and in spite of Lena’s initial misgivings about how treacherous the drive would be, they made it to the restaurant in one piece.

Kara was just as confident behind the wheel as she was on ice, and Lena observed her the entire ride, if only to prevent her mind wandering to the very real dangers they faced outside the vehicle.

Higher up the mountain sat a restaurant that embodied luxury. The inviting warmth from inside and golden dim lights were atmospheric, and not just because of the candles and fireplace.

Couples sat together at tables that created a natural intimacy, and Lena worried she had made the wrong decision as she felt her heartbeat speed up.

Kara coaxed her up to the concierge, and without the need to ask for a table, the gentlemen smiled at them both and ushered them straight to the table with the best view.

The wide windows were lined with twinkling lights for the holiday season. Lena knew the place was expensive when their server handed her a menu without any prices on it.

“You like wine, right? How does red sound to you?” Kara asked and flicked her gaze down Lena before she had even glanced at the list in front of her face.

“Like an avalanche waiting to happen,” Lena dryly remarked and sucked on her teeth in judgment.

“I won’t be drinking it,” Kara laughed and murmured something to the waiter the moment he walked over.

They both ordered without any hiccups, and Lena quirked a brow at the haste of the young beta who filled her glass with a vintage red.

“So how have you been? What’s life like for Lena Luthor now that she’s an author?” Kara inquired with genuine curiosity.

“My day job is in children’s publishing,” Lena explained and lifted her glass by the stem to take a sip. “Last week I did a mark-up on a book about singing broccoli. It’s the perfect use of my talents. I actually haven’t been able to write for the past year. I’m just lacking inspiration. What about you? How did you become a hockey star and Olympian, and manage to become a successful business owner while juggling parenthood?”

“I got recruited straight out of college, and I haven’t skipped a day of training since,” Kara replied as she glanced over as the waiter deposited several plates of dainty appetizers onto the table. “I consider my job to be pretty straightforward. As for the lodge, I don’t have much free time. My best friend runs it. I wouldn’t call it successful just yet, but we’re trying our best. Out of all the things I do, parenting is by far the hardest.”

Each small colorful dish packed a mountain of flavor into bite-sized portions – crispy hen of the woods mushrooms, oysters with a spiced sauce, and canapés with a thin pastry.

“Corey seems like a good kid.” Lena frowned at the troubled look on Kara’s face and wondered if her dynamic with her son was different than she assumed.

“He is, but sometimes I worry he feels like he’s raising himself.” Kara cringed at her own comment and lifted an oyster to taste. “I travel a lot, and his other mom travels all of the time. My ex isn’t coming to see him for Christmas this year. I don’t know how he’s so happy and well-adjusted.”

Lena savored a canapé as she contemplated ways of asking about Kara’s ex. In the end, she decided to be blunt about it. “How long has it been since you got divorced?”

Kara puffed out her cheeks and spread her hands like she was laying all her cards on the table. “About five years, give or take a few months. Sometimes life just drags you in different directions, you know? People grow apart, and maybe we’re both to blame for that but we’re better off as friends than we ever were as mates. Your books actually helped explain that to Corey.”

“You read them?” Lena laughed self-consciously and took another sip of her wine to avoid the intensity of Kara’s gaze. It shouldn’t have mattered what Kara thought of her work, and yet for some elusive reason it did.

Nobody she had dated ever cared to pick up her novel – and Andrea’s sudden stance on her quitting seemed to reach beyond her current job and into the deeper passions of her creativity.

“Who doesn’t want to read about an orphan who befriends the smallest dragon in all the realms to find out who cursed her parents?” Kara grinned and went on to surprise Lena with the way she offered up her own opinions. “Out of everything I ever read him, your books were my favorite. They laced real life with fantasy, and let me tell you, I was the one crying when Lacey thought Wesley had fallen from the castle tower. When he finally managed to fly, Corey demanded that we read the rest of the story that night. I always hoped there would be another book in the series.”

“Maybe some day,” Lena considered, and her cheeks tinged red from more than just the wine.

Their dinners arrived at the table, and they reminisced about boarding school and learned more about each other’s lives throughout the meal.

Kara lived in the spotlight during their school days and soaked in the attention of every omega in their graduating year. She no longer kept in touch with any of their other classmates, but she still had her hockey and soccer uniforms and fond memories of everyone. Her college experience was much different than high school, with less partying, a more demanding training schedule, and a lot of recruiters attending her games. She had a spot on a professional team before she knew it, and then Team USA selected her as their center. In preparing for the Olympics, she met Imra, the mother of her pup – and Corey was born from the romance, which survived three years at long distance.

Lena also gave Kara the highlights from the past decade of her life but neglected to mention Andrea. It struck her as curious that Kara never mentioned the ring on her finger or asked about her fiancée when it was such a big part of her life.

Later at night, when Lena was lying in bed and thinking about her night out, she impulsively searched the internet for more information on Kara’s ex. She uncovered pictures of Imra from Paris fashion week and an article about Imra’s London home. Imra’s job as a designer required her to travel all of the time, and Lena noticed there was no trace of a claim on her neck in any of the photos.

Usually omegas were claimed after marriage, and it was typically a bad sign when that didn’t happen. Lena wondered which of them refused the other in that regard and then considered her own unblemished throat that would be marred for life if she married Andrea.

The thought made her queasy with anxiety, and she fell asleep to troubled dreams of running through snow to get away from an oncoming danger.

How she woke was another thing altogether. The sheets twisted around her legs and she rocked her hips into the mattress. Vague images of a buff, blonde alpha faded, and Lena whimpered as she returned to consciousness and breathed in the desperate scent of her omega begging for sex.

“Stress must be fucking with my heat cycle,” Lena grumbled and stripped off to get into the shower before the temptation to take care of herself in other ways compelled her to stay in bed.

She scrubbed down roughly and couldn’t bring herself to look in the mirror in case her guilty conscience somehow showed itself in her reflection.

It wasn’t her fault that her dreams featured an alpha like Kara in them. She couldn’t control her mind while she slept, and so what if she found the alpha attractive? She was handsome by anyone’s standards. Lena’s frustration bubbled over, and she finally picked up her phone to see that Andrea still hadn’t called or texted.

Andrea was the person she should be pissed at – not herself. Who spent the entirety of the Christmas holiday neck-deep in work when she should have been in Lena and on this trip?

It didn’t matter that the thought of Andrea brought with it a tremendous amount of distress or that Lena couldn’t picture herself at the altar at all.

It was hard to picture anything when Andrea was already married to her career.

The petty grievances bottled up in Lena were chipping away at her sanity. If Andrea couldn’t spare her ten seconds to send a text, then neither could she.

Lena turned her phone off out of spite and stopped to admire the generous bouquet Kara had given her before heading down to breakfast. The whole lodge seemed to be buzzing and guests were chattering away while they waited at tables for food.

“It wasn’t like this yesterday. Did I miss something?” Lena asked Winn the moment he popped up from behind the front desk.

“Oh, everyone loses their minds when Kara schedules an open practice. They think it brings her luck to crowd into the lodge,” Winn laughed and then caught the confusion on Lena’s face. “She didn’t mention that last night, huh?”

Despite her overt flirtations and cockiness, Kara was humble when it came to her accomplishments. She hadn’t spent the whole night talking about hockey, and she hadn’t mentioned she would be practicing in the morning in front of the guests.

Lena heard more about it from the people that crowded around and marched over to the on-site ice rink.

Corey slid off the ice in full gear and removed his mask as he spotted Lena. “Hey Lena! Want to watch my mom tear up the ice?”

The rink contained a fancy and high security display case with tons of medals in it. Lena became distracted until Corey was closer. He surprised her by taking her hand and pulling her towards the seats in the front.

Corey graciously let her sit down first and plunked down beside her. “I always sit up here. Best view in the place.”

“Funny, your mom said something similar about the view of the mountain last night when we were out driving together.” Lena squinted at the kid and realized too late that she shouldn’t have brought up the outing with Kara.

“Oh yeah, did you have a good time with her?” Corey perked up with eyes that shined hopefully, and he rested his chin on the top of his hockey stick. It gave him an angelic appearance until he grinned from ear to ear.

“We had the expected amount of fun that two former classmates might have together while catching up,” Lena stressed and turned to the ice at the opportune time to observe Kara’s entrance.

Kara skated over the freshly resurfaced ice in a red and blue uniform with the bold lettering of USA on the front and back. She pulled up her mask upon making eye contact with Lena, and then all of the guests from the lodge started to look in her direction.

Lena self-consciously hunched on the bench and ignored everyone’s curiosity. Her posture acted as a cue for Kara to direct her attention back to her practice. Kara performed a wide circle around the rink, and another person skated out that must have been a teammate, coach, or friend.

In all her years at boarding school, Lena had never bothered to watch a hockey match, and later in life she had been too busy pursuing her career to ever tune in to watch. She surprised herself by feeling true regret while watching Kara’s fast paced and frankly brutal warm-ups.

Lena sat on the edge of her seat to better watch the puck rocket across the ice when Kara side-swiped it from one of her friends.

The sport was frantic, and Lena gasped at the speed at which Kara and her team raced across the ice in pursuit of the puck.

Two members guarded small nets for scoring, and Lena jolted at the sudden clatter of sticks smashing against the dasher boards. One of the players shoved another roughly against the rink shields, and Lena barely glimpsed that it was Kara before she tore across the ice and turned in front of her attacker.

Kara smacked the puck to someone else, who then passed it off. Another teammate slammed that player into the rink shield with so much force that the whole panel wobbled.

“God, they’re going to kill one another,” Lena blurted without thought, and blinked down at Corey as he chuckled. “I can’t believe she lets you play this sport.”

“It’s super fun, and we wear pads and stuff.” Corey slapped his own to show off the gear Kara had purchased to keep him safe. “Look, my mom is about to score.”

He pointed in excitement to where Kara was controlling the puck with side-to-side taps that shouldn’t have been possible with her speed.

Kara launched the puck with the kind of precision that looked easy and sent it into the back of the net with a roar of victory and a fist pump into the air. She skated around to posture for the crowd, but it felt personal when she stared at Lena and did fancy footwork to glide backwards across the ice before twirling around to play on.

Out of everyone on her team, Kara scored the most, and took the brunt of the attacks in spite of how she zoomed around the rink. Lena’s heart was practically in her throat by the end of the practice, and she wondered how she would feel watching a real match. The adrenaline left her shaky and breathless, and she might have cheered once or twice in the heat of the moment when Kara sent the puck soaring into the net.

She hoped Kara hadn’t noticed, but she had the sneaking suspicion that Corey would tell his mom anyway. Lena side-eyed the kid and wondered if Kara was just as precocious at his age. He ran off to congratulate his mom the minute the team wrapped up their practice.


Lena trailed after him with the firm belief that the heat of her face was from the worry that someone would get injured, and not the excitement of seeing alphas practically dominate each other for over an hour.

“You were awesome!” Corey exclaimed through a bright grin. He clearly idolized Kara, and she affectionately ruffled his hair and pulled him into a hug that ended as Lena drew near.

“Thanks kid. Why don’t you go grab a mug of cocoa to warm up and I’ll get lunch with you in a minute?” It was less of a suggestion with the way Kara gently coaxed him toward the lodge where Winn would be waiting for him. She waited for him to run off before she turned towards Lena with expectant eyes and a flirtatious smirk that said she knew she had impressed her. “So, what did you think?”

“Oh, terrible,” Lena exaggerated in an unnerved tone and gestured to the rink. “I thought you were going to die at least three times.”

She cracked a smile in spite of her stern assessment, and Kara laughed and postured in front of her.

“There’s not a scratch on me, and I’ve survived much worse,” Kara boasted and sat down on the bench to remove her skates. Beneath her protective headgear, her hair still happened to be bouncy and shined in the bright overhead lights.

“That’s not the brag you think it is,” Lena frowned and slipped her hands into the pockets of her faux fur coat. The thick collar kept her neck warm, but Kara’s eyes bizarrely wandered to her throat more than once.

“What does it take to impress you, Miss Luthor?” Kara asked, tapping her chin and working her charm.

Lena hated that she responded physically whenever Kara batted her eyelashes and peacocked. She could feel her resistance giving out by the slick in her panties. Kara seemed like she was prepared to relentlessly pursue her. With Andrea’s complete silence over the course of days, Lena began to wonder if it was worth holding back anymore. She knew it was wrong to fantasize about Kara doing sinful things to her, but ideas certainly came into her head from the intense chemistry of their interactions.

“Much more than reckless behavior on the ice,” Lena intoned with an imperious raised brow that didn’t seem to deter Kara in the slightest.

She maintained her poker face right up until Kara stood up to tower above her, and the rich musk of pheromones hit her.

“You loved it,” Kara assessed with keen piercing eyes that looked through Lena’s bluff like it didn’t exist. She puffed herself up and flicked her gaze to Lena’s lips with a smug and self satisfied grin, and leaned in closer just to watch Lena’s pupils dilate. “When was the last time you got this hot over a game?”

Lena couldn’t help her airy whimper or the way her cunt clenched indignantly at being called out so publicly. She wanted to refute it, wanted to shove Kara back and storm off, but she preened instead to get the upper hand. She flaunted the column of her throat that kept Kara fixated far longer than it ever did Andrea.

“The day I enjoy watching grown alphas slapping each other's sticks is the day I need to be sanctioned,” Lena drawled in a manner far too salacious to be discussing hockey sticks.

If her eyes dropped to Kara’s crotch it was an accident, and if she happened to become flustered, it was because she was acutely aware of the way her omega was behaving. “The only thing to impress me was the fact you didn’t fall on your ass.”

“See, I knew I impressed you,” Kara stated with the sort of enthusiasm that came with a win.

Lena wanted to challenge it, and the moment she didn’t was the moment she knew she was in danger of falling for Kara.

They headed back to the lodge, and Kara invited her to partake in one of the evening craft activities for families.

She didn’t expect she would accept, or that she would have a good time painting ornaments with Kara and Corey.

Lena made it a point to sit on the opposite side of the table, but midway through, Corey requested help and she turned out to be a better artist than Kara.

Over the course of a week, Lena spent more and more time in Kara’s company and worried less about her future. For the first time since her childhood, she lived in the present rather than journaling and planning for her next steps. She admitted true desires to herself that became impossible to ignore.

On the Saturday before Christmas, Lena phoned Andrea’s cell just to get a busy signal. She didn’t let it bother her at first, but it happened twelve more times over the course of three hours. Lena decided to head down to the lobby after giving up.


She hadn’t agreed to spend the day with Kara and her son, and it surprised her to see they were both conveniently hanging around the front desk.

Within the span of one night, the largest room with a fireplace had transformed into Santa’s workshop. Bellhops walked around in elf costumes, and the children from the lodge all lined up along a velvet rope.

“Are you here to see Santa?” Corey asked innocently and then nudged Kara with his elbow without any subtly.

“Every year he visits the lodge and hands out presents to the kids,” Kara supplied with a relaxed roll of her shoulders. She stood a little straighter with a peculiar smile on her lips and leaned forward like she had more to say.

Winn chose that moment to clear his throat and reached over the counter to snag Kara by the shirt to prevent her from leaving. “Yeah—uh—about that. It seems Santa and his reindeer got pulled over for having too much eggnog, if you get what I mean.”

Kara faltered mid step and blinked a few times to let the information sink in before she finally shifted her attention off Lena.


“Well did you find a stand-in?” Kara hissed incredulously and adjusted the volume of her voice so she didn’t upset the children. “I can’t go out there and tell a bunch of kids that Santa’s got a DUI and he’ll be skipping them this year!”

“You won’t have to,” Winn slyly remarked and began to lift the Santa suit from where he stashed it beneath the front desk.

Kara practically leapt across the counter before any of the kids saw it and wrestled Winn into the staff room like she planned to make him wear it. Lena heard the ensuing struggle and the hushed curses that followed soon after. It took her by surprise when Winn strolled out with his Head Elf costume still intact.

“You’re kidding?” Lena smirked and trained her eyes on the staff room for Kara to finally poke her bearded-face out.

“Suit’s way too big for someone my height,” Winn announced confidently, like he prided himself on being shorter than Lena. He grinned at Kara’s grumpy strut.

The costume looked remarkably real and better than any mall Santa Lena had seen over the years. The dark velvet red contrasted beautifully with the shiny black boots. They added a couple of inches to Kara’s height, and she marched to the large chair where kids stood patiently and vibrated in excitement.

Kara held a bag filled with wrapped presents and a pocket full of candy canes, which she passed out to every child so they would be content to wait their turn.

The only feature that resembled Kara was her bright blue eyes, and Lena caught them lingering on her as she stood back to observe Kara and her jovial ho ho ho’s.


For over an hour, Kara lifted kids onto her lap and endured many little hands pulling at the fake beard strapped to her face. Some kids poked her in the ribs as they swung their arms and listed off what they wanted, and yet Kara smiled through it all, even when a young boy sneezed into her white moustache.

Lena’s eyes were drawn to the big gold buckle that sat heavily on Kara’s hips. She wasn’t entirely conscious of the way she followed the line of children, or how Kara shifted in her seat to better face her the closer she got. It was silly that she was drawn to Kara, and Lena would have felt tremendously foolish if she had even been aware of her actions.

Seeing Kara make so many kids happy shouldn’t have had any effect on Lena. But some primal part of Lena’s mind latched onto what a great alpha Kara was with young pups. That meant she would be a good choice for a mate.


In a roundabout way, it also translated to being great in bed, and Lena was tired of pretending she hadn’t thought about it.

The last kid ran off to his parents. The elves walked them out, and still Kara sat in that seat as if she could tell her job wasn’t done yet. Lena hesitated just long enough to feel the sexual tension strengthen between them, and then Kara baited her with a singular pat to her lap.


Lena didn’t even suffer a moment of weird embarrassment as she sat on Kara’s knee. No one was around, and the door shut behind them to keep anyone else from entering Santa’s workshop. She made herself comfortable and shifted so that Kara’s cock was positioned right near her pussy.

Kara placed a hand on her lower back and gave her the standard greeting. “Well, hello there. What do you want for Christmas this year?”

Lena decided to communicate with a slow rock of her pelvis and strong eye contact. “I think you know by now. You’ve been pursuing me, and I want you to do some very nasty things to me.”

Kara moved her hand lower and pulled Lena in closer to straddle her lap. “You’re going to have to be more specific, Lena. What do you want me to do to you?”

All kinds of delicious and wicked ideas came into Lena’s head, and it was difficult to narrow them down. She pulled off Kara’s beard and hat to kiss her and smoothed her hands over Kara’s rock-solid upper body. Those muscles were unlike any she ever felt, impenetrable and bulging even in looser sleeves.

“Take me up to your room, get me naked, and fuck me raw, deep, and hard,” Lena delivered in a breathless whisper, and then she began to move in with perfect pelvis undulations that rubbed her clit against Kara’s tented trousers.


She was definitely on the naughty list.

For a perilous moment Kara’s parted lips remained out of reach, and Lena worried she had been too blunt in her honesty. Regret threatened to breach her lustful haze, and just as she thought to pull back, Kara dove forward to kiss her with the kind of force that left her lips tingling.

She could do little else except hold onto Kara, because the alpha stood up with her hands tucked under Lena’s ass and moved straight toward the private elevator. They didn’t even break apart as Kara pulled out her card key, and they stumbled inside the moment the doors sprang open.

There was something delightfully sordid in being pressed against the cool metal wall while Kara demanded entrance not just with her mouth, but with the insistent gyration of her pelvis. Even through their clothes Lena could feel the tremendous size of Kara’s cock and she moved with her whole body to try and grind her pussy against it.

By the time they staggered into Kara’s room, lipstick covered Kara’s cheeks and chin, and Lena’s panties were part way down her thighs with her skirt creased and lifted about her waist.

“You’ve been thinking about this since I walked into this lodge, haven’t you?” Lena accused and took hold of Kara’s length through the ridiculous red pants like that was all the evidence she needed.

“I’ve been thinking about it since you showed up to prom in a little black dress and refused to dance with any alphas,” Kara laughed, not the slightest bit embarrassed by disclosing her high school crush. She tossed Lena playfully onto the bed just to rip off the Santa suit and dropped onto the bed beside her to ruin her blouse with one swift tug.

Buttons scattered along with Lena’s sense of decency, and she gawked at Kara and how voraciously she freed her tits to suck at her nipples.

“You were into me,” Lena scoffed and caught Kara by the chin to search her eyes for any deceit. To say her ego grew with that information was an understatement.

“Still am,” Kara pointed out, and promptly pinned Lena to the bed to rid her off her panties like she found them personally offensive.

“Clearly.” Lena peered through her lashes at the veined shaft with a thick purple tip that jutted out from between Kara’s thighs.

She slipped her hand around it and moved right in between Kara’s legs to suck on it. Her cheeks hollowed from the force of her pulls and Kara reeled from her willing submission. Even flat on her back, Lena could slurp and make Kara hard. The foreplay didn’t last long before Kara took over and pulled her into the position she wanted.

“Someone’s eager,” Lena moaned and opened her legs to accept the first push of Kara’s cock. “Don’t you like getting your cock sucked?”

“Right now, I want your pussy more,” Kara huffed and exerted herself with attempting to hold off on thrusting into Lena too soon.

Her glans rubbed against Lena’s wet pussy lips and retreated without sliding inside. They spent some time indulging in the friction while Kara massaged at her aroused slit. The built-up was intense, and Lena’s muscles began to ache from resisting before Kara pressed the entire tip inside of her.

If she formed assumptions about Kara taking her just as slow, they went out the window with an energetic and eager thrust that plunged Kara’s wide tip all the way into her cunt.

The juxtaposition between the foreplay and the sex brought out Lena’s wilder side, and she thought nothing of scraping her nails down Kara’s toned back to clasp at her hips.

The sounds that escaped her throat were raspy and erotic, and she strained beneath Kara just to feel the alpha pin her down with the power of her lunges.

“Fuck, you can have it. You can have my pussy, Kara–”

It wasn’t a conscious decision to give herself over, but the way Kara nipped at her neck and lifted her up with a hand beneath her ass compromised Lena’s integrity. She had never experienced an alpha strong enough to take command of her body like this, and the rush of being contorted with her knees spread wide gave her a taste of what sex could really be like.

Kara evidently enjoyed her whines of surprise because she growled into the crook of Lena’s neck and laced her fingers through her dark hair to pull near the roots.

The move bared Lena’s throat, and she shuddered at the sharp scrape of Kara’s teeth over the forbidden place meant for a claim.

The territorial pucker of Kara’s mouth would have brought Lena’s thighs together if the Kara wasn’t already between them. She rocked upward to accept every rough thrust that spread her open inside and got off on the added friction against her clit.

Kara made sure to grind into her on every downward thrust, and Lena craned back as an orgasm took hold of her limbs.

“Are you going to get on your knees for me, Lena?” Kara groaned as Lena’s eyes glazed over. She made it less of a suggestion when she pulled out and flipped Lena over to pin her into a provocative mating bend. The position showed off the glossy and gaping pinks of her entrance. “I want to see how good you look when you’re begging me to mount you.”

Lena instinctively knew Kara didn’t just mean vocal begging. She pressed her cheek against a pillow while she clenched internally. The hot little contractions pleaded for Kara’s cock to rut her deep, and Lena groaned as Kara made good on it. She curved her back and grasped the pillows in front of her while Kara rocked her entire body with thrusts.

Between the heat of Kara’s cock and the sensation of her silky excitement, Lena could tell that her orgasm would be explosive. She discovered that she had sexual needs that had never been fulfilled just by opening her pussy to Kara. The width and length of Kara’s shaft was more than she ever reckoned with in the past – and she clamped her eyes shut from the incredible impact inside of her.

"God, I had no idea I was so sensitive inside.” Lena whimpered from her fullness and Kara’s hands moved to her tits to keep her in the low arching position. “I should have gone out with you in boarding school. It would have been worth losing my virginity to you.”

“I’d rather have you now when you know yourself. Nothing’s sexier than an omega that knows what turns her on.” Kara hooked both hands under Lena’s hips to slam into her faster. She took Lena selfishly, with the kind of arrogance that proved she knew what she was doing in the process.

Kara chased her own pleasure but not at the expense of Lena’s release. She angled her cock to rut into the soft ridges to make Lena moan louder with the rapid penetration.

The slap of Kara’s thighs stung Lena’s backside and heat spread through her pussy. Lena gasped from the perpetual collision and dug her fingers into the sheets as creamier slick aided Kara’s momentum.

This was what it meant to really be fucked, and Lena groaned helplessly as bliss tightened her core and the rippled walls of her cunt.

Her orgasm made tension travel up her spine and straight to her head. She whined in gratification and Kara slammed a pool of seed deep inside of her cervix. The tip of Kara’s cock pushed against the soft ridged crook inside of her pussy several more times before pulling out. Kara settled on her back and hoisted Lena into a position straddling her cock.

Lena bounced herself delirious and moaned at Kara’s frantic bucks. She expected to have more control in that configuration, but Kara held her arms back and proved her power with rowdy thrusts.

“Oh, like that, please, Kara. Fuck, you have such a thick cock.” Lena bent her knees up to hold in place for Kara’s pounding.

Lena realized the appeal of getting to feel Kara’s cock in different poses. Sitting on it was a good way to push it deep, and it ached as she put her full weight onto it. Kara let her occasionally sway back and forth and helped by moving her hips.

“You’ve needed this, haven’t you, Lena?” Kara guessed with a hand between Lena’s thighs to hold onto her cunt and control the motion of her undulations. The possessive stroke of her fingertips rubbed over Lena’s swollen clit and Kara pitched her hips up like she had stamina for days. “I can tell from the way you’re trying to ride me, but your pussy is mine tonight, and I’m going to do what I want to it.”

Kara’s confidence and unapologetic greed did interesting things to Lena. That kind of statement from anyone else's lips might have left her feeling used, but coming from Kara, she felt desirable. She wanted to be treated as a sexual creature in need of taming, and Kara had worked it out from a few careless whispers while she sat on her lap downstairs.

It validated Lena’s omega to have an alpha of Kara’s athleticism see her value not just as a person, but as someone with breeding potential, and she reveled in having her cunt stuffed.

Kara wasn’t satisfied though, and after a barrage of rougher strokes that culminated in Lena’s cunt contracting euphorically, she pulled out and unceremoniously rolled Lena onto her side.

“Come here,” Kara breathlessly instructed and knelt on the bed to fist Lena’s messy tresses. She brought Lena’s mouth to her straining erection and groaned at how eagerly Lena parted her lips to accept it into her mouth. “You can’t wait to suck on me. You know how to be a good girl, don’t you?”

The salacious praise encouraged Lena to gorge herself and she forced Kara’s massive length into the back of her throat. She licked and lapped at the turgid shaft and coated her tongue in the flavor of their rutting with languid pulls that quickened with Kara’s ragged breaths. Throaty growls interspersed Kara’s moans, and she tightened her hand in Lena’s hair to guide her back to the swollen glans.

“That’s it, Lena, flutter your tongue all over me. You want a taste of what I can give you,” Kara asserted, as though she intimately understood Lena’s deeper cravings to have Kara’s seed in her mouth.

Lena moaned in agreement, so enthralled by Kara’s natural magnetism that she popped her lips over the broad helmet and sucked for all she was worth. She rocked wantonly with her thighs pressed together and whimpered when Kara reached down with her other hand to massage between her folds.

Kara manipulated Lena’s clit with her middle and index fingers and Lena reciprocated with stronger slurps that coaxed warm spurts of cream out of Kara’s tip. The slippery glide of Kara’s fingers brought her to a quivery orgasm, and Kara mercifully laid her out in the bed again.

This time they looked into each other’s eyes and Kara grasped at the nape of her neck. They held each other’s complete attention, and the sex was more intimate while remaining rough. Lena whined from the pleasure inside of her and propped herself up on her elbows just to be nearer to Kara.

“What are you going to do to my pussy, Kara?” Lena asked and peered down at the rosy hues of her labia and entrance. “Are you going to leave me satisfied and wishing for more? Are you going to pound me all night so I’m sore tomorrow?”

Kara hooked her in with the promise of filthy fulfilment and a glint of sincerity in her eyes. “We’ll see what you can handle after you take my knot.”

The heavy implication was that she expected Lena to be far too exhausted for much else.

The truth was her cunt had never been spread to the dimensions it was that night, and the addictive pressure of being nearly split brought her to another life-altering orgasm.


She spent a good twenty minutes rocking on Kara’s cock, and the copious amount of seed that pulsed into her cunt was enough to drench the sheets when Kara finally pulled out.

Someone with more sense would have tapped out and rested after being railed so thoroughly. Lena wasn’t ready for it to end, and her desperation to keep going resulted in Kara knotting her three more times in different positions.

Lena wished she could have kept going, but the only thing she was capable of at 3am was blacking out from bliss-overload.

She woke up five hours later with a sensitive and thoroughly-used pussy that did indeed ache in all the right ways.

Kara was sprawled out beside her, and Lena peeked beneath the covers to take one last glance at the glorious shaft that had transformed her views on sex. She didn’t realize Kara was awake until her cock began to stiffen, and Lena dropped the sheet with a bashful laugh at being caught.

“I should probably get back to my own room now.” Lena motioned to the elevator and tried to curb the disappointment of her omega.

“What’s the rush? I can order you anything you want for breakfast. Perks of owning the place.” Kara grinned and leaned in to capture Lena’s lips for a kiss far sweeter than she expected.

Eventually they did have to leave the room, but they lingered much longer than they should have. They ate breakfast in bed and watched the snow fall from Kara’s wide window.

An hour later, when they stepped into the lobby, Lena noticed that Corey was playing video games with Winn behind the front desk. Her eyes went straight to them, and she smiled at the thought of spending another day with Kara and her son.

She didn’t expect to hear her fiancée’s voice from the rotating door of the lodge. Andrea dressed in a faux fur vest, snow boots and impractical pants for the winter temperatures. She carried one suitcase and a laptop case that was her portable office.

“Lena!” Andrea cheerfully sang out and ran over to pull Lena close. “I’m sorry I’ve been too busy to call, but I wanted to show up and surprise you. I booked us a flight to Europe. One of my accounts asked for an in-person meeting, and I figured we could ring in the New Year in Paris. How does that sound?”

Lena felt an unbelievable tension next to her as Kara came face-to-face with Andrea. She saw Kara’s eyebrows pull together in bewilderment and a strange sheen in her eyes that weren’t quite tears.

“Is this your fiancée?” Kara asked carefully, like she didn’t want to out Lena as a cheater in front of everyone.

“Andrea Rojas,” Andrea replied and stuck out her hand, recognizing Kara’s face at a short delay. “Wait, aren’t you Kara Danvers? I’m a huge fan. I watched you compete in the last winter games. You’re a rock star on ice.”

“Thank you,” Kara tensely replied and returned her eyes to Lena, which expressed deep hurt and betrayal. “It’s nice to meet you.”

Lena didn’t know how to handle the predicament. She wasn’t the type to cheat, and she had no desire to mislead Kara, but she had inadvertently done both of those things. The ring on her finger caught the light from the chandelier, and she wondered how Kara missed the symbol of her relationship.

Andrea glanced down at her flashy watch and frowned. “We don’t have a lot of time before our flight, or I would ask you to grab a drink with us, Kara.”

“I never said I wanted to spend Christmas in Europe,” Lena muttered and let her attention rest on Andrea with the inkling that her fiancée wasn’t interested in her opinions. “I figured we would be going home.”

“Another time, maybe,” Kara politely responded and bowed out of the conversation with far more dignity and grace than Lena displayed. She returned to the front desk where Lena saw her slump forward.

“Home is in your arms, not a physical location,” Andrea insisted with a smile, and absolutely unraveled Lena’s composure in the process. “I wanted to surprise you when we got there, but I did it. I earned the promotion. Now we can start our life together and you’ll never want for anything.”

The pride in Andrea’s voice set off Lena’s guilt, but it was the emotions in the alpha’s eyes that filled Lena with trepidation. She knew her silence must have hurt and confused Andrea, and she saw the smile on her mate’s lips waver as she sensed something was wrong without knowing what.

“Aren’t you happy?” Andrea asked tentatively and reached for Lena’s hand like she could feel that she was pulling away.

“I should be,” Lena whispered, her throat closing around a forming lump of emotion.

She didn’t want to hurt Andrea let alone right before Christmas, but if she didn’t do it now, then she risked never doing it all, and they both deserved better than that. “I know I should be, and I realize you pushed yourself to be the best provider you can be for me but, I don’t need to be taken care of, Andrea. Not financially, at least.”

“What are you saying?” Andrea croaked and tried to bargain with Lena as she recognized what was happening. “I can turn down the promotion. We can—we can still go to Paris and I’ll cut back my hours–”

“No, and you shouldn’t have to, either. You excel at your job, just like I do at mine,” Lena stressed and took her hand back to remove the diamond ring with bittersweet finality. “I’m sorry.”

“If this is about kids, I’ll settle with hiring a nanny.” Andrea’s scent reflected the desperation she felt at trying to hold onto their relationship. “We can have ten if it makes you feel better.”

“It won’t. We just value different things and it took this trip to make me realize that,” Lena clarified with honesty and anxiously swung her arms as she confessed, “I’m not ready to get married. I’m not even sure if I’m ready to be engaged. Neither of us should have to change to make this work, Andrea, and if one of us tried, we would end up resentful and bitter and I don’t want that.”

“Then what do you want?” Andrea frantically asked, her own emotions bubbling up to a level of barely contained hysteria.

Lena took a moment to reflect on it and sucked in a slow breath before she handed back the engagement ring and admitted, “To spend Christmas here.”

“Without me,” Andrea concluded and curled her fingers around the little band that had signified their relationship. She looked devastated that things were over, but she kept her poise and stepped forward to press a kiss to Lena’s cheek before her tears threatened to spill. “Goodbye, Lena. I wish you nothing but the best.”

Lena had no right to feel sad at Andrea’s hasty retreat, and she exhaled a shaky breath as the weight of her future lifted from her shoulders.

She owed Kara an apology and a long explanation, and she worried she wouldn’t even be welcome at the lodge after what occurred.

Kara still hunched behind the desk, and Lena bravely stepped up to it with a soft and contrite perfume on her skin. “Kara, may I please have a word with you?”

They moved into one of the little private offices in the lobby and Lena inhaled and exhaled until she found the strength to speak.

“I’m sorry—I thought you knew I was engaged and pursued me anyway. I just figured you saw the ring, but I should have explicitly mentioned Andrea to you. Everything was just overwhelming, and I came here to sort through my feelings about that relationship. I don’t know why I acted on my attraction to you. I should have ended my engagement before everbeginning something with you—”

Lena’s rambling ended with a tremble of her lip, and she couldn’t get any more words out, although it seemed like she had more to say. Tears fell from her eyes suddenly and she couldn’t wipe them off her cheek.

“Do you think I’m horrible?” Lena whispered, in spite of the strong quiver in her throat.

Kara stood still for a long time with a stern look on her face and her arms crossed. She finally loosened out of that rigid posture and shook her head. “No. You came here alone, and I just assumed you wore that to deter alphas from hitting on you, or that you liked nice rings. I didn’t even think to ask. We should have talked more. You must have thought I didn’t care about your engagement and wanted you at all costs.”

Lena shook her head again and leaned into a vacant desk that was behind her. “You’re not to blame for this, Kara. I made mistakes. I should have told Andrea how I felt long ago, and failing that, I should have brought her up at least once in casual conversation. I can’t believe I didn’t do that. My heart just knew she wasn’t the alpha for me, and I was enjoying being here with you.”

Kara put out her hand in a gesture of goodwill, and Lena took it. “I believe you, Lena.”

That small touch was a relief, and even though Lena’s heart was pounding in her chest, it brought her hope and a million other good feelings.

Days went by, and she decided to stay at the lodge for the holidays. She didn’t know where her relationship with Kara might lead her, but they kissed under the mistletoe on Christmas Eve – and she made new notes in her journal:

Kara Danvers:
Quite possibly the one for me