Mating Season

Kaitlin finds herself outside of Grey's house, with bottled feelings that she let ferment for way too long. She fiddles with the long sleeves of her top, crumpling the fabric in her sweaty palms in an attempt to calm herself down.

She will try to make it quick, expressing her feelings to her best friend before she flees like a coward. She'll probably cry after that, in her apartment, be devastatingly depressed for a few months, and then finally be freed of the weight in her chest, which will allow her to date people without harboring any feelings for him.

It's not midnight yet, Grey should be awake, despite all the lights being off. She knocks on the door and waits.

She rings the bell and waits, but nothing happens– No lights turn on, and she hears no footsteps. It makes her antsy because she won't be able to gather the courage again on another night. So she takes out her keychain and unlocks the door. Grey gave her a spare years ago and told her to only use it in emergencies. Kaitlin thinks that tonight counts.

"Hey," she says and steps inside, closing the door behind her—

She's hit by an overwhelmingly sweet scent.

It's Grey's. It's Grey's scent.

She inhales greedily, taking in as much as she can. She almost becomes lightheaded with the need to burn the aroma into her lungs.

This was a bad idea.

His scent was so strong tonight. But has it always been this intense, or is she just so scent-starved that her trembling body is a normal reaction?

"Grey?" She calls.

Silence.

She kicks off her shoes and enters the darkness of the living room. Then her hair stands on end.

Something's off. The air is charged.

She stumbles over something plush as she feels for the light switch of the lamp on the side table.

She flips it and freezes.

The couch is wrecked. Torn throw blankets lie scattered on the ground, and the upholstery is shredded by deep, jagged claw marks.

In the middle of the seat cushions lies a fluffy throw pillow.

It's drenched with come.

"You shouldn't be here,"

Kaitlin jumps as strong arms envelop her. He chokes around the heavy, now almost sickening sweetness.

"Grey," she says, softly. "What's going on?" The sight in front of her tells her exactly what's going on, but she's in denial.

"You shouldn't be here." He repeats, nuzzling into her neck.

"Nngh–" she gasps as he licks her neck. Panic settles in when pointed teeth ghost over her scent gland. He's completely out of his mind.

"I shouldn't have come– I'm sorry. I'll go," she stutters, shaking her head.

Grey squeezes her tighter, not willing to let go."You're here already, there's no point," he breathes against wet skin.

Her head spins from the dark tone. She stays quiet, knowing that she can't deny an alpha in a rut. Grey nuzzles his face even more, scenting her for the first time. Kaitlin should be overjoyed, but that feeling is buried underneath her drumming pulse.

Sweat runs down her temple as he kisses her nape. She doesn't know what to say or what to do. Anything could set him off, could make him snap– It's a miracle that she is still standing. Maybe that's a good sign. Maybe he is towards the end of his rut, maybe he can be talked to. But what could she even say?

Grey grinds against her now. His torso is naked and damp, he's wearing sweatpants, no underwear. She whimpers, turning her head to look at him. "We should talk about this first, Grey,"

He laughs, sending a shiver through her body. "No, babe, don't be silly," he says, amused, and pets her belly. "We can't talk yet. I have to fuck you first."

She whimpers. She stares at the ruined pillow that reflects her future, legs shaking at the mere thought. She gasps when her hands wander under her skirt. She clutches onto his wrists reflexively.

"There's no use, Kait," he says. "I won't let you run,"

He pulls off her skirt in one tug, letting them fall on the floor. She squeezes her trembling legs shut, feeling the slick that soaked through her underwear running down her inner thigh.

"You're dripping," he sounds awed as he fingers the hem of her lacy panties, making her squirm.

She squeaks as she's lifted off the ground, into Grey's arms, bridal style. "Stay still for me, yeah?" He presses his lips into a smile, hiding his teeth. "Wouldn't want to drop you."

Kaitlin was wrong. Grey is not near the end of his rut.

Strong pheromones invade her lungs as her breathing grows erratic– he's trying to cloud her mind with his scent. It licks at Kaitlin's insides, attempting to mellow the panic inside with the promise of safety.

She could barely remember why she was struggling in the first place. Grey's arms belong on her. They'd protect her.

Kaitlin winces as she's thrown down on Grey's bedsheets. With every passing second, his scent turns heavier, impossibly more sugary, weighing her down on the bed.

"No– No," she hiccups as tears roll down her face. All the caged adrenaline rushes to her lower half when Grey sits on her thighs, trapping her down to the bed.

"You're going to be good, aren't you?" He asks, pushing her face into the bed. His words had an underlying threat woven in between, causing her to shiver.

"Please– Please don't, I'm–"

"Fucking answer me."

The stern tone crackles through her veins.

"Yes, yes…I'll be good–" All the fight leaves her immediately as she shakes. "'I promise, I'll be good– Nngh–" she whines as sharp claws trace her nape, hook into her shirt's collar, then tears through the fabric.

"Good girl," he whispers into her hair, stroking it gently. Both hands move down, gliding down her exposed back. Kaitlin turns pliant, trying to calm down. She shivers when she feels his big hands around her behind her as he begins to knead her ass gently.

"Now stay," He tuts, sliding fingers underneath the lace. She gasps as a finger breaches her entrance.

"I always thought you'd want to take it slow," Grey taunts and pushes in deep, stealing a yelp. He squeezes her ass cheek, stretching her pussy. "But babe, you're so wet already. Should've known you're a slut." He grinds the digits into her, making her hole flutter around the intrusion.

Her jaw goes slack as he finds her G-spot. He brushes against it sweetly, coaxing out pitiful whines. An obscene squelching sound echoes in her ears, heating them with embarrassment.

Kaitlin shouldn't enjoy this. Grey will regret this. Yet her hips move on their own, bucking back into the sensation as she sniffles.

Then it stops. She groans as she's pushed onto her back. Grey leans close, caging her in with his elbows.

"You look so good under me," he comments, laying his crotch on her, pushing his sweatpants down to slowly grind his cock against her thigh.

God– He feels big. She swallows.

He brings his slick-covered fingers to his mouth and licks it. Kaitlin's slick.

Goosebumps erupt all over her body.

He grabs one of Kaitlin's thighs, to bend her in half, pushing it up until her knee touches her shoulder. Then she jolts when Grey lines himself up with her wetness.

"Wait, please–" she pushes against his chest uselessly, with not enough strength to push him away. "Please don't– It'll hurt– Please–"

"You will take it,"

Kaitlin screams as he buries his cock deep inside her. All her pleas turn into sobs as her back arches from the shock. Grey grips Kaitlin's jaw with his other hand, forcing her mouth open.

He thrusts in harshly, punching all the air out of her. She wails, clutching onto his shoulders hard enough for her manicured nails to rip the skin.

"Ah– Ah…ngh–"

"I fit so easily inside you." He chuckles, shaking her jaw lightly. "It doesn't hurt much, does it?"

"Hurts– Hurts so much…please…wait– hhnng–"

"Shhh, babe, it's okay. You can take it. You're making your Alpha feel so good." He groans, splitting her in half continuously. "You were made to take my cock, only mine."

Grey fucks her at a punishing pace, and all Kaitlin's groans turn into moans, high-pitched and trapped in her throat. Her guts twist, her insides burn, and she drowns in the pleasure.

"You're mine," he growls with half-lidded eyes, as if Kaitlin's nerves aren't flaring with mind-numbing pain and pleasure already, she could feel his swollen knot pushing against her entrance, trying to force its way in.

"Wait, Grey, no," she tries, voice hoarse and eyes wide. "You can't– I'm not–" I'm not on birth control, Grey. Please pull out. The words can't form on her tongue. They're swallowed down, mixing with her cries.

Grey knows, anyway. But he smiles darkly, fueled by that discovery. "Don't worry," he says, with faux innocence, "I'll come inside you and breed you like you deserve."

She screams as Grey fucks into her harshly, forcing his knot inside, bottoming out.

It's big– It's too big– creating a bulge in her tummy. She feels every movement against her sweet spot, making her gag around nothing as her stomach tightens with searing pleasure.

She cums with a cry, feeling Grey pulsate inside her with every unrelenting grind. She's pushed into overstimulation carelessly. Every rub against her insides electrifies her and turns her into a moaning mess.

Grey laughs.

And that was all she heard before she passed out, succumbing to the darkness.