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Misty’s nose is hot and wet when she dives into Shauna’s neck.
“Fuck off, Misty,” Shauna grumbles, mostly asleep. She shoves Misty off, but she’s persistent—slotting herself up against Shauna’s body. She can feel Misty’s heart beating—too fast.
She pants, hot and needy, nosing over Shauna’s scent gland—and Shauna’s eyes fly open. There’s a mess of light curly hair in her face.
Her fist collides with something fleshy—maybe her stomach—and Misty’s finally off of her, spread out on the ground of her hut.
Shauna finally gets a good look at her. She’s barely clothed, just a ratty tank top that isn’t hers and equally ratty underwear. There’s a thin sheen of sweat coating every bit of exposed skin. She’s writing like a dying bug.
Shauna sighs, disgust creeping up in her. She’s never hated Misty—she dislikes her less since this all happened, surprisingly—but she’s still a freak who ignores personal space and reasonable thought.
Van comes running in, Tai on her heels. Their eyes flicker back between Shauna, Misty, and each other. Then they sniff the air, and—
That’s impossible.
Misty’s a beta—it’s a requirement to be the Yellowjackets equipment manager. They got her blood work and presentation before even considering her for the team. She’s never been in heat, rut, anything.
So why does Misty fucking Quigley reek of heat?
“What the fuck is going on?” She directs towards the other two alphas in the room. They look as stupefied as she feels; if Misty had been going through preheat, they all would’ve known. Hell, if Misty was anything other than a beta, everyone would’ve known—before suppressants were made mandatory, she and Jackie were the main ones keeping watch during unexpected cycles on trips.
But here she is, pathetic and shaky, rolling in the dirt. Shauna can’t help noticing how hard her nipples are, little peaks underneath the thin cloth. Misty whines, and her legs fall open, the smell of her exploding in the room. Shauna’s eyes are drawn to the little wet spot between her legs and her nostrils flare and—
She has to get out of this room. By the looks of it, Van and Tai agree.
It’s oppressively hot outside, but it’s a welcome change from the stench of Misty’s arousal. Belatedly, she realises she’s still in the clothes she slept in—one of Ben’s shirts and her underwear.
“She was fine yesterday!” Van’s saying to Tai as they follow her out, covering their noses, “I saw her before we went to bed—perfectly normal, weird Misty. And she didn’t smell—like that.”
"Why are we ignoring the obvious elephant in the room? She’s a beta—she can’t go into heat; it’s impossible.” Tai’s taking that tone, the one that says, ‘I know more than you.’ It would irritate Shauna if she wasn’t already at her max.
At that moment, Misty leaves the hut. She breezes past Van and Taissa like she doesn’t even see them, warm body colliding with Shauna’s again. She doesn’t smell bad—like a field of sunflowers or something—but Shauna pushes her back on principle.
Like she expects, Misty keeps coming back for more. It’s weird—she usually has better survival instincts. Shauna gives up and lets her bury her nose in the crook of her neck. Misty’s hair is in her face again and it’s hard to keep the irritation out of her voice.
“I’d beg to differ.”
“Alpha, please—“
“Why’s she the alpha?! We have a bunch of alphas on the team—“
“Van, baby, I love you, but please stop talking.”
They’re back in Shauna’s hut, but this time, everyone’s keeping their distance from them, crowded at the entrance. Misty’s laid out on Shauna’s bed, getting her stench all over it. Shauna’s got a hand on her neck, holding her down and keeping her from jumping at Shauna again. The hand, unsurprisingly, seems to be calming her down a bit.
Mari chimes in, “Um, how is this even possible?”
“I mean, she’s always had the best nose out of any of us. Aren’t all betas supposed to be pretty much scent-blind?” Melissa says, hand over her nose.
“The more important question is,” Shauna cuts in tersely, “what the fuck are we going to do?” She’s breathing through her mouth, trying to ignore the half-chub in her underwear. To know Misty Quigley is the reason she’s almost-hard in front of everyone is, ugh. Disgraceful. At least everyone’s pointedly not looking, even though it’s nothing they haven’t seen before.
There’s a moment of silence, all of them looking at each other. Misty’s small pants and whines fill the hut alongside her smell.
“I mean, Shauna—” Mari steps forward, a grin spreading on her face so Shauna knows she’s about to say something utterly stupid. “Can’t you just fuck her?”
“I’m not fucking Misty, Mari.” Shauna bites out between her gritted teeth, hand inadvertently tightening on Misty’s neck. She squirms in Shauna’s grip, and the stain in her panties grows darker. Shauna scoffs in disgust.
“Why not? You’ve fucked the rest of us.” Mari’s face is so smug, Shauna wants to spit in it. It’s true she’s… taken advantage of their situation to sleep with her teammates, but—
“Misty isn’t one of us. She’s the equipment manager.” Mari scoffs and rolls her eyes.
“She’s horny and begging—your favourite.” There’s laughter from the others.
And now, Shauna feels a bit called out. But not embarrassed. Important distinction.
She does have a point, though. She’s a warm hole, and Shauna’s not one to pass that up—even if it comes in the form of weirdo freak Misty Quigley. And it’s kind of hot to watch her writhe and beg, just like Mari said.
Misty’s not listening to them at all, too caught up in her own head. Her eyes, big and wet, are locked on Shauna. When she catches her eyes, her legs fall open again.
“Please…” She begs. Her voice sounds rough and small.
“Fine,” she concedes, breaking eye contact with Misty to look at their audience, “I’ll take care of it.”
She stands up, momentarily taking her hands off of Misty. She gets her hands around the hem of her shirt and tosses it over her head before she can think better of it. Like she said, between sleeping with them and bathing, they’ve seen everything already.
Doesn’t mean most of them don’t look away at the sight of her tits. Van and Tai vacate the premises pretty quickly, problem seemingly solved; Mari’s eyes rake over Shauna before she leaves too. Lottie approaches her before she leaves, placing a hand on her bare shoulder—she’s not even looking at her chest.
“Take care of her, Shauna,” she says ominously, casting a glance to where Misty is sitting up, already reaching for her. “Really.”
Then they’re alone, and Misty’s pressing against her naked back. Her hands go down, down, until they’re at her groin above the hem of her panties. She’s fully hard now, straining against the thin, over-washed fabric. Shauna reaches back and grabs Misty’s jaw.
“Take your clothes off. And back on the bed.” She tries to inject as much alpha into her voice as she can. Something must work, because Misty’s hands instantly go to her top, pulling it over her head with little fanfare. She has small breasts, perfect to fit in Shauna’s hands.
She kicks her underwear off, and Shauna can’t help it—her mouth waters. That sunflower scent is still prevalent, but it’s mixed with the intoxicating smell of Misty’s wetness. She watches as Misty climbs back on the bed on her stomach, lifting her hips until—
She’s presenting, practically shoving her wetness in Shauna’s face. She looks back, gaze pitiful, and Shauna gives in, leaning forward to lick at Misty’s cunt.
Her slick isn’t sweet like honey or whatever else the porn novels say. She’s musky and sweaty and so unbelievably Misty, it’s unreal. Once she’s had a taste, she can’t stop, licking into Misty with wild abandon. Misty’s moans are loud; if the others didn’t already know what was happening in there, they certainly would now.
When she gets her hand up to rub Misty’s clit, that’s all it takes for her to come, wetness splashing across Shauna’s face. She squeaks and falls forward, face buried in Shauna’s balled-up blanket. Shauna licks her lips and decides she needs her dick in her now.
“Flip over,” she orders, shucking her underwear off. She can’t deny that Misty’s rush to obey is cute. When she gets back between her legs, cock sliding through her wetness, Misty lets out a shaky breath. Her legs come up to sit on Shauna’s shoulders.
“Yeah, please? Please, put it in Alpha, please—" She’s babbling, curls of hair sticking to her wet forehead. She’s still got her glasses on; Shauna reaches forward and pulls them off, dropping them on the floor beside the bed. Then, she lets her fingers get caught in Misty’s messy curls as she slides home in one movement until they’re pressed together. Misty’s mouth falls open, words momentarily lost just the way Shauna hoped.
Misty’s tight. Like, virgin tight. That does make Shauna feel a bit bad, that she’s taking her virginity while her mind’s riddled with heat, but she can’t be too concerned when she’s stretching around Shauna, hot and wet and soft.
“Fuck, Misty, you’re good,” she manages to get out, resting her other hand beside Misty’s head. She pulls out, her cunt gripping her dick like crazy. Then she pushes back in, groaning; it’s better the second time.
The pace she sets is violent, the way it is with all the others. She pistons in and out of Misty, tugging her head to the side and licking at her scent gland. She’s so sweaty there, and Shauna can’t help licking up the side of her neck. Her nose isn’t as good as Misty’s, but this close to her gland, it doesn’t matter.
Under her, Misty’s hands come up to Shauna’s chest. She oscillates between squeezing her eyes shut and locking eyes with Shauna. The air between them reeks of sex and sweat.
When she wraps her hand around Misty’s neck again and gives a cursory squeeze, she flutters around her, then she’s coming again, legs wrapping around Shauna’s waist. Shauna watches her tits bounce as she twitches. She fucks her through it, even when her legs try to close—even when her hands push insistently at Shauna’s chest.
“Ugh… Shauna?” Her voice sounds better, less riddled with lust. Her eyes are clearer too. Shauna continues, nonetheless.
“Oh, Misty, welcome back.” She buries herself deep in Misty, grinding into her until her eyes pop out. “Were you seriously a virgin?”
Up close like this, Shauna can see every minute twitch of her face, every slight expression change. She blinks a couple of times, and her brows furrow. She’d been losing some of the flush across her face, but looking down at where they’re connected, it reappears in full force.
“… Yes?” Her voice is small, weak. Her eyes are locked onto Shauna’s dick fucking into her.
“Well,” Shauna gasps, snapping her hips against Misty roughly and drawing a gasp from her, “you’re not anymore.”
Misty seems like she wants to say something, but Shauna’s thrusts are knocking the words out of her. She’s chasing her own orgasm now, not worrying about whatever emotional crisis Misty might be having.
It takes her by surprise when the hands on her chest move up to her neck, pulling Shauna down into a kiss. Her tongue is insistent, pressing into Shauna’s mouth and clashing with her own. She tastes like death, but that’s nothing new; they ran out of toothpaste ages ago. Shauna still licks into her mouth like she’s starving.
Shauna can feel her knot growing, slapping against Misty’s entrance. She pulls back from Misty’s mouth and slides her lips around until they’re pressed against Misty’s ear.
“I’m gonna put a baby in you, Misty,” she pants, feeling the way her pussy clamps down on Shauna’s dick.
Misty’s head falls back. “Please, Alpha, Shauna—fuck!” Shauna’s hand snakes down between their bodies and she plants a thumb on her clit, rubbing with vigour.
“Misty, come.”
Shauna slams into her, groaning as Misty’s cunt stretches to take her knot. She practically screams as she comes, eyes squeezed shut. It’s a little mean, knotting her for her first time, but Shauna can’t properly care. She’s quivering around her, Shauna’s load filling her up as they lock together.
“That was… fuck,” Shauna pants, trying to catch her breath. Misty lies under her, face pink.
“That was sex,” she says, her tone unreadable. Shauna can’t tell if she’s fucked up or not. Her hand comes down to feel her groin, where Shauna’s knot is bulging inside of her. She rubs it, almost absentmindedly.
“Are you gonna freak out? Because your heat isn’t over, y’know. We’re gonna be at this for a while.” Misty shakes her head vigorously.
“I’m not freaking out! I just, wow.” She smiles at Shauna, eyes bright.
“So we can do it again?”
They emerge from Shauna’s hut three days later, absolutely reeking of sex. Shauna’s naked; Misty has the decency to wrap herself in her blanket. The others can’t hide their smug smirks, even under Shauna’s withering glare. The hand she wraps around Misty’s wrist kind of diminishes its power, though. The two of them disappear past the trees, towards the water.
The rest of them at least hold their laughter until the two of them are gone from view.
“So, what, are they an item now?” Tai asks incredulously, eyebrow raised.
“I think Misty’s the only one of us crazy enough to actually be with her,” Van says. Melissa scoffs.
“They’re not together, guys. It was just easy sex.” She can’t keep the bitterness out of her voice at all.
“As opposed to what you two were doing?”
At Mari’s words, Melissa rolls her eyes and gets up, storming away. Her reaction prompts another round of giggles, and then they’re huddling closer together, resuming their gossip.
Down at the river, Shauna and Misty wash their filth off of each other. Misty’s hands rake over Shauna’s body, from her breasts to her stomach to her dick. It’s casual, exploratory—she’s never felt this much of her while in her right mind. They kiss lazily, mouths sliding together.
Shauna’s never hated her, just found her deeply annoying. But she isn’t annoying when she’s shoving her tongue in her mouth or slipping her hand around Shauna’s soft cock under the water. She looks up at Shauna from under her eyelashes.
“Can I put it in my mouth?”
“Oh, fuck yes.”
It’s easy to teach Misty how to suck cock; she’s extremely eager to learn. She already has the basic idea down, covering her teeth from the get-go, but with just a bit of praise and guidance, she’s sucking down as much of her as she can, hand stroking what doesn’t fit in her mouth. Shauna’s getting dirty again, mud slicking up her back, but she doesn’t care, guiding Misty’s mouth with a hand in her hair as her moans float up around them. Misty pulls back, kissing up the side of her dick.
“I’m doing it right, right? I’m doing good?” Her words are slightly muffled, the vibrations making Shauna grunt.
“Great, until you stopped.” She tugs Misty back on her cock, delighting in the way her eyes widen as she fills her mouth. The sound of her wet gagging goes straight to Shauna’s dick.
“Get me off, Quigley.”
Weeks later, Shauna goes into rut. It’s not a surprise—she’s been touchy and irritable for days, but the part that is surprising is how possessive she gets over Misty. She starts wearing Shauna’s clothes, being doused in her scent as much as possible. When her rut starts, they both disappear into her hut, much to Melissa’s chagrin.
It’s… weird. Not just to the team, but Shauna and Misty too. Shauna never thought she’d be shacking up with Misty Quigley, but she is, and it’s not the worst thing. She’s scarily obedient and eager to please. Late at night, Misty cuddles up to her, and Shauna lets her ramble until she passes out. Melissa gets used to it and stops making snitty comments.
And when Shauna wakes up one morning to Misty sweaty and flushed, reeking of heat, she doesn’t have to bother anyone—she just slides between Misty’s thighs and gets to work.