Shying away, Bette’s pupils were dark with desperation, but she gently pinned the woman down by her hipbone. “You’re not thinking straight, baby.” The term of endearment just slipped out like that, and it earned her a sultry chuckle, “I don’t wanna force myself on you.” She pulled up, and stared earnestly into the teary hazel pools.

Tina stopped, just barely, to also fix her eyes on Bette’s concerned face. Underneath the heady veil of sexual longing, she saw kindness, caring, and something warmer than the loving stares shared between friends. Bette obviously cared for her, but this meaningful seriousness meant so much more. “You’re not forcing yourself on me. It’s me who need you. I need you, Bette. I need you.”

Before she could argue that her heat was making her say things she’d probably regret, Bette was grabbed and pulled into a seething kiss. She heard another calling from the body below her, large quantity of pheromone exploding in her sinuses. Maybe Tina was saying what she wanted to hear, but she forgot her grave thoughts entirely as her body responded to the call in a pleasant hum.

The blonde lay further into the bunk and invited her Alpha to climb on top of her.

Mouths slanted together, bodies grinding up and down, the small cell room was soon filled with heated combination of their individual scents. Musk mixed with flowery honey, a fragrance ignited their sensuality.

“Oh fuck…” Bette bit her lower lip when Tina struggled to unbuckle her pants. She decided to take the matter into her own hand. “If I do this, there’s no going back.” She straightened, knelt in between Tina’s legs and held onto her belt as she warned one last time.

Tina nodded and urged her to discard the barrier. She eyed her in appreciation when Bette finally stripped her pants and her swollen pride bounced free. It induced a forceful tug on her clit, she nearly screamed.

The brunette seemed oddly impressed by herself. She had the right to though. It was a good length that many Alphas would envy, solid, strong, continuing to grow under the curious stare of her Omega.

“It’s beautiful.” Tina whispered, and reached out. Her hand wrapped around the girth, feeling its smooth skin beneath her finger pads and shift slightly along the shaft under her maneuver. She wanted it to be inside her so badly, but she was afraid. In her whole life, she had heard rumors, how it hurt a lot for the first time, and it hurt a lot more to be knotted.