22. Beautiful 🍋

Reminder: this is an Omegaverse novel. Female Alphas have a retractable member that allows them to impregnante males and females. For more information, see the Story Q&A chapter or The Unoffical Guide to the Omegaverse by Velvelyami on Wattpad. Thank you!

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The notion was so ridiculous that it derailed Seff’s fixation. She almost laughed, chasing away her tears. “I could never fall in love with Kiran Cyrus. He’s a murderer.”
“*I* am a murderer, Seff,” Selene said neutrally, and the Luna looked very unamused. “But you already have feelings for me.”
*This is just too much.* She jerked to her feet. Selene leaned back luxuriously and crossed one smooth white leg over the other, tapping a black-painted claw on her wineglass, lips curving in self-satisfaction—as if she suddenly enjoyed getting a rise out of Seff. But she would not be a plaything for Alphas who always got what they wanted. Nor would she let them assume her feelings.
“I don’t know you, Selene,” Seff said tightly. Asking her to cut ties with Allium? It was selfish. “Stop acting as if I do.”
“But you *do*,” the Luna beseeched, rising to her feet and moving to stand in front of Seff. “Think. Think back seventy years ago. You must remember—”
She pulled away. “Excuse me?! Remember *what*? I haven’t been alive for *twenty* yet! Selene, give me *the truth* or I will leave.”
“Don’t leave,” Selene growled, eyes and teeth flashing. Seff winced. The Luna immediately calmed and took a step back. She breathed in; breathed out. “Very well. But first…will you lay with me?”

Seff never thought an Alpha would ever ask for anything. Neither would she admit…that Selene was right. Maybe she didn’t have *feelings* feelings, or remember names or anything decades past her own birth, but she did feeling *something* whenever she looked at Selene or even heard her voice. The reoccurring sense of dejavu made her want to explore it, even if her better judgment kept chanting: *don’t trust her. Don’t trust Selene. She’s delirious.*
But Seff was angry and hurt. Cut ties with Allium? No, she could never. But act out just as she had? Get back at Kiran? Yes. They could be selfish. So could she. Selfish, petty revenge for a broken heart.
*I’m sorry, Allium. I’m sorry, Hawthorn.*
It wasn’t like her to go back on promises or sever relationships in such a short time. But she was never known to deny sex. As incredibly selfish as that was, too. What was making her feel this way? Hindbrain?
Selene took a slow step toward her, hair ruffled by the night breeze, carrying a certain scent that made at least one thing make sense.
Ah.
The Luna was in her rut cycle. And Seff, on some fundamental level ingrained into her werewolf genes, was attracted to her. Physically, at least.
Sex was a stress reliever. Seff needed her stress relieved.
“What will happen if I do?” she asked slowly, keeping her eyes locked with Selene, trying and failing to focus on anything except her overpowering scent. Every werewolf had a unique scent; Alphas’ were musky, heady. But there was always something that differentiated the individual wolf. Selene’s was her moonflowers, as if ingrained into her very skin.
Selene was a few inches taller than Seff. She tilted her head down slightly, tucking Seff’s hair behind her ear as gently as only a female could. A shiver went down both their spines. The Luna’s lips quirked toward a soft smile. They looked so kissable, Seff thought. “Whatever you wish. It may seem like you are bound to anyone but yourself, but free will is something no one can take from you.”
An Alpha’s word was law. These words seemed like no order at all, but rather a…call for opportunity. Potentials, from the time they Present, were forced down paths they did not carve. But no one mentioned they could walk on the grass.
Selene trailed the backs of her fingers down Seff’s cheek, inducing another shiver. She smoothed her hand across Seff’s chest, down the curve of her torso, then gently cupping her backside. Then, with a quick squeeze and a surprised gasp from Seff, Selene wrapped her arm around her and pulled them flush together.
Seff tipped her chin up, her sight filled with all Selene was: sweet flowers, smooth skin, black hair, blue eyes…a night sky bottled in a goddess’s body. Neither of them strangers to the action, they closed their eyes to let their lips meet.
Soft at first, the old sensation greeting someone new, but once they were acquainted, that was when the fire tindered.
It was as if both females had been too trapped and too lonely to waste time. Tongues tasted mouths, lips, throats. Selene growled when she ripped the gold ribbon from around Seff’s neck, quickly making work of the leftover sugar across her breastbone. Hands explored breasts, hips, between thighs. Seff didn’t expect a purr to escape her when Selene trailed an achingly slow finger up her spine, leading to her slip being lifted over her head and discarded on the floor.
The Luna shed her dress and then both females were naked.
Selene’s body was not truly what Seff expected. Though all wolves had muscle, Selene was softer. Medium-sized breasts, a slightly pudgy belly not defined by a uterus since Alpha females could not bear pups, her thighs rubbing together.
They observed each other. Seff’s body was less ideal: sharp edges of rib bones, skinny hips, no fleshy slopes at all. She couldn’t even produce slick once every three months. If any Alpha knew that, they could kill her.
“Beautiful.”
Seff blinked at Selene’s awed whisper. “As you always have been,” the wolf breathed, almost too quiet to hear.
“You…you think so?” Neither Hawthorn nor any of her other “fuck buddies” had any qualms with her simply because they were getting fucked, but Seff still had the idea that Alphas *needed* the bustier qualities. And to be *complemented* by an Alpha, well, that could make even Seff die happy.
She definitely had hindbrain.
And when Selene purred, Seff lost all inhibitions like a cord snapped. *“Kiss me.”*
Their bodies fit together as if made to be, tongues and hands and legs and feet and arms all tangled in the fevered rush to meld their bodies *truly*.
They stumbled until they reached the bed, where Selene pushed Seff onto her back before climbing atop her. Their hungry mouths met again and moaned into the other’s. Selene nuzzled Seff’s neck, nipping with little sharp teeth, making their toes curl. There was hair everywhere, including those mouths; the females only found it funny, giggling over their pleasured growls like pups.
Naughty, naughty hands, fingers.
Selene knew what she was doing, and she was doing it better than Hawthorn ever did. Deft moves had Seff teetering on the edge in no time. Her eyes crossed as Selene’s fingers pumped inside her as she whispered sweet, spicy nothings.
“I’ll treat you more than just a fuck buddy would,” she murmured, nibbling her ear lobe, kissing behind it. “You deserve to feel on top of the world. Let me taste you, Seff. Let me breathe you in…” As she said it, she skimmed the bridge of her nose over Seff’s collarbone, inhaling Seff’s scent gland like taking in the sweet aroma of flowers. It was as if she sensed Seff’s thoughts. “*You* are a flower. A magnificent magnolia she-wolf with the mind and body of someone destined for something greater than herself.”
Seff’s bliss faltered. What she said was beautiful, but it was not dirty talk. “Selene,” she moaned.
“Hmm? Oh. How’s *this*?” Selene dragged her tongue, rough like a wolf’s, from Seff’s ribcage to her collarbone. “You taste *delicious*. Sweeter than…almost…any Omega.”
Seff chuffed. “Almost?” she mused, arching herself into Selene as she spread her legs wide for the Luna to enter her.
She was delirious enough to not protest why Selene answered with, “You’re not very slick, Seff.”
There was an edge of annoyance to her tone—there it was, an Alpha never used to not getting what they wanted. But there was also worry. Omegas always secreted the natural slick, some less than others, but only Seff created barely enough.
“It always hurts,” Seff assured. “But not so bad.”
Selene hummed in a way that made it seem that she didn’t believe it to be okay, because she asked next, “Have you had pups yet?”
Here was the second truth Seff was afraid of most in the world, just like that.
The world came rushing back to her, and she focused on Selene’s wondering gaze. Gods, she was extraordinarily beautiful. Extraordinarily deadly. If she found out Seff might as well be infertile, she could slash open Seff’s throat as easily as Kiran did in her nightmare.
She didn’t want to die.
Seff shook her head. And for a reason yet for her to understand, Selene looked…profoundly relieved. The Luna noticed Seff’s confusion and shook her head. “Never mind. Let’s just make love.”
*Make love*. Not *fuck your brains out*.
Feeling more like herself than ever, Seff had the best sex of her life with the Luna of the Moon pack.