“No other place to go, inmate.”

“But I can’t stay here with an Omega, she’s in heat.”

The jailor looked hesitant. “Well we can’t put you with an Alpha or in the bar cells. You’re gonna cause a scene. It’s gonna be either you or another Alpha.”
“You can’t put a stranger Alpha with her!” Bette shouted incredulously, taking it upon her responsibility to keep the weakened woman safe. 

“Then it leaves you.”

“Listen, do you have suppressants? I think she’ll feel better if she takes the suppressant.”

“Pharmacy’s open in the morning.” The guard answered unsympathetically. “It’s only four hours away. You’ll get through it.” And she left with a blank expression.

“Fucking Betas.” The brunette spat, cursing the entire gender for their ignorance. Of course they didn’t understand. Mating for Betas was pleasurable, served the purpose of reproduction, but nothing necessary. Yet for her, and Tina, sexual release was the only cure for their insufferable aching.

Tina whimpered once more, the idea of Bette being taken away from her pained much more than the yearning. She wanted to persuade, to plead, to beg, until the brunette gave her what she needed. But how could she do that? What would Bette think of her then? She wanted Bette to want her, to fall in love with her, not because of some stupid biological predisposition. She clutched her hands on her arms, fingernails biting into the skin, using one pain to take the edge off another.

Seeing the defenseless woman harm herself was unbearable for her. All the protective and dominant instincts kicked in. “T, stop.” She carefully walked closer, and knelt before the woman, “stop hurting yourself.” Her hands covered the lithe, pale ones and she reveled in their smoothness. Soft, pliant, warm, submissive. In that moment, she knew she had to claim the woman hers.

Tina let herself fall into the strong arms. The proximity provided relief to some extent. Just basking in Bette’s possessive scent was a heavenly feeling. Their heavy breathing synced together, as she secretly enjoyed the pressure on her body. Her nose nudged at the burning flesh, taking in as much of the musky odor as her lungs allowed. A bead of perspiration slid off the brunette’s chin and glided across her neck. Tina watched in fascination, and surprised the both of them by darting her tongue to catch the drip. Its taste was vibrant on the tip of her tongue.