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The incessant buzzing and chatter of her classmates were getting to Asami’s nerves.
She was studying in the school’s front yard with Opal for their upcoming exams, and she couldn’t afford any distractions!
Well, if it was anybody’s fault, it would solely be hers.
When Opal begged with her big, bright eyes for them to study in the yard so that her best friend could ogle that ridiculous jock, she couldn’t resist and agreed, even though she wanted the peace of the library. Now she regretted the decision with every whisper and shriek swirling around her.
“What are they even gossiping about?” she asked irritably, manicured brows high on her forehead.
Opal only hummed, far too invested in scanning the crowd. Rolling her eyes, Asami lowered her gaze back to her notes, only for another student to run past, yelling breathlessly, “Another princess is here!!”
Like dominoes, the entire yard erupted. Benches scraped, books dropped, and students scrambled toward the gates as though a royal parade had marched in. Truly pathetic.
Another roll of her eyes was all Asami could muster. After all, she’d received the same reaction from them only a few weeks ago.
She was Princess Asami Sato of the Sato Kingdom. Precious omega daughter of King Hiroshi Sato. No big deal. Her kingdom might be a small one, gifted to her ancestors by the Earth King five centuries ago, but it still put her above every other commoner in this school.
“She’s here!” Opal’s sudden shriek snapped her out of her thoughts.
Asami’s face scrunched up. “Who’s here? The new princess I just heard about?”
“Yes!” Opal spun to her with wide eyes. “And what do you mean by ‘just heard about’? It’s been all over the bulletin boards. Princess Korra of the Elusive Southern Water Tribe is transferring here!”
Asami scoffed, flicking her wrist in dismissal. “Well, I don’t care for another princess being here. And what’s the big deal? I’m a princess, too. This school doesn’t need another one. All she’ll do is get in my way.” The words dripped with territorial disdain because in her mind, there could only be one radiant jewel at this university, and it was her.
Opal huffed and, with shocking audacity, snapped Asami’s book shut before tugging her wrist. “Come on!”
“Don’t drag me into this!” Asami protested, heels digging into the grass. “I don’t care for—”
But her words died in her throat the moment she saw her.
There, framed by the open school gates, stood the so-called new princess.
Asami’s eyes widened despite herself. The girl was tall, sun-bronzed, her hair tied back in a wolf tail that swayed with every step. She wore her uniform jacket unbuttoned, collar popped like it was beneath her to follow rules, and the faintest smirk tugged at her lips as if the entire yard were her stage. The crowd parted naturally around her, as if instinct demanded it.
And then it hit her, even though she was a few feet away. The alpha’s scent. Rich, heady, crashing over her like a tidal wave, the wild tang of the sea itself. Asami’s chest constricted, her thighs pressed together before she could stop herself, and she hated how quickly her omega instincts betrayed her.
She gawked. Actually gawked. Princess Asami Sato, reduced to a slack-jawed commoner.
Opal cleared her throat pointedly, smugness radiating as she arched a brow. “You were saying?”
Heat flared in Asami’s cheeks, but she masked it with a flick of her hair, straightening her spine. She forced her lips into a cool smile. “Well, she may be a princess… but from the looks of her, she’s more a prince than anything else.”
And that was the problem. Now that Asami had seen the talk of the town, her inner omega purred with want. And what Asami wanted, Asami got. She could afford a distraction, after all.
She snapped her gaze to Opal, clutching her friend’s shoulders. “Opal. How do I look?”
“Uh, like royalty?”
“Good.”
Without another word, she spun on her heels, the grass barely daring to rustle under her stride, and strutted straight toward the alpha princess.
***
The briny tang of canal air hit her nose as soon as she docked at the school’s port, so different from the crisp, salt-sharp winds of home. Boots landing on polished planks, Korra glanced around and amusedly wondered how big this university had to be to boast its own port. It was grand, she’d give them that.
But then again, Korra didn’t really care. Their castle’s moat back in the South was wider than this entire canal.
Dragging her feet lazily toward the yard, she let her eyes sweep over the architecture. High cream-colored brick walls, lined with proud archways. Broad courtyards dotted with maple and oak trees, their leaves bleeding into reds, yellows, and greens. The place was practically dripping with money and tradition.
As soon as she crossed the threshold of the main gates, a sea of students and teachers greeted her. Omegas, betas, and even alphas all froze mid-stride to stare.
Korra smirked. She couldn’t help it. Not to brag—okay, maybe a little—but her alpha presence had always been strong. She was used to this by now. Ever since she’d presented years ago, classmates had fallen all over themselves to get her attention. Back then, she hadn’t understood the weight of those stares, but she’d quickly learned what it meant to have everyone want a piece of you.
Her stride was loose, easy, deliberately unhurried, each step radiating casual dominance as she sauntered toward the bulletin board. Students gawked openly. One omega, scent cloyingly sweet, winked at her while biting her lip. Another clutched a copy of the school gazette, her picture stamped on the front beneath a headline screaming: Princess Korra of the Southern Water Tribe Enrolls at RC University!
They were waiting for her to acknowledge them.
Well, she wasn’t about to disappoint. She tilted her chin and winked back. Swoons followed immediately, gasps trailing right after, and she was almost certain the dull thud behind her was someone fainting. Haughtily, she thought: Figures.
When she reached the bulletin board, however, her view of the campus map was blocked by a male beta with large square-rimmed glasses glinting in the sunlight. He smiled awkwardly, already flushed.
“Hi,” Korra greeted, voice smooth.
His cheeks went redder. “H-hi.”
Korra’s hand hovered casually at his elbows. “Could I ask you…”
“Anything,” he blurted before she even finished.
Her forced smile tightened through irritation. “Just to move out of the way?”
“Absolu—yep, yep, that’s anything,” he stammered, then slunk aside, shoulders drooping.
Oops. Whatever.
Finally, with the crowd parting behind her, Korra leaned forward to scan the map pinned to the board. Time to figure out exactly where she’d be ruling this school from.
But before she could even make sense of the map, a new scent wound through the air. Sweet like cherry blossoms in bloom, layered with something sharper, almost metallic. It curled around her senses, threading straight to the center of her chest, tugging at her inner alpha with a pull she’d never felt before.
Korra’s eyes fluttered shut for half a second, breath hitching as instinct clawed its way up her spine. When she turned, following the siren call, her gaze landed on the source, and for the first time since setting foot on campus, her smug grin faltered.
***
Asami smoothed the non-existent creases from her perfectly pressed uniform and began a slow, deliberate walk toward the lost-looking alpha. Each step was measured, her hips swaying with the kind of grace she knew drew eyes and scents.
When she reached the alpha’s side, she let her hair slip over one shoulder in a practiced toss, the motion spreading her sweet, floral-tinged scent into the air. The effect was immediate. The alpha turned, her nostrils flaring, and her jaw slackened ever so slightly.
Asami’s lips curved into a sly smile. “Are you looking for something, or… someone?”
The alpha blinked, caught off guard, and Asami savored the moment until those blue eyes flicked up to meet hers, sparking with mischief. A lopsided grin tugged at her lips. “I was… Was I?”
Oh, god. The rasp in her voice tugged at something deep in Asami’s chest, and heat pooled low in her belly. She masked it with a flutter of her lashes and a half-shrug. “How would I know?”
The alpha leaned in, grin widening. “Our first fight.”
A hum purred from Asami’s throat. She slipped behind the bulletin board, leaning against the stone wall, letting her scent bloom richer, more insistent as an unspoken invitation. She didn’t even need to wait. Heavy footsteps followed, and the alpha was at her side again.
“Oh,” Asami murmured coyly, tilting her head just enough to let a lock of hair graze her cheek. “Still here?”
The alpha’s eyes dragged over her, and she nodded, voice low. “Mhm.”
Heat licked at Asami’s stomach. She tilted her chin, feigning nonchalance. “Well, I did promise to give newly enrolled students a guided tour of the university.” She flicked her gaze up through dark lashes. “Are you? A recently enrolled student?”
The alpha’s chuckle rumbled low, like velvet. “Yeah. I am.”
Asami pushed off the wall, gliding back toward the front of the bulletin board. “Oh, I didn’t know,” she lied sweetly, her lashes fluttering again. The alpha followed as if pulled by a leash only she could feel.
The alpha propped herself casually against the board, close enough that Asami felt the heat radiating from her. “But even with your guidance,” she drawled, “I don’t know if I’ll find this place more beautiful than my last school.”
Asami’s lips curved into a slow smirk. Instead of drifting away, she stepped closer—close enough that the alpha instinctively leaned back against the bulletin board, the cool wood rising behind her broad shoulders. Perfect.
She tilted her head, letting her hair fall forward so her scent curled richer into the air between them. The alpha’s jaw tensed, her nostrils flaring, and Asami drank in the sight of the mighty alpha looking just the slightest bit cornered. Almost like Asami had caged her in.
Asami’s lips curved, a slow smirk blossoming. She leaned closer, their shoulders brushing, her voice dipping silk-smooth. “That’s because I wasn’t in your previous school.”
Before the alpha could reply, Asami flipped her hair again and glided away, her smirk hidden behind the curtain of her hair. She didn’t need to turn back. She could feel the alpha’s gaze burning into her, hot and unyielding, like she’d already been claimed.
***
Korra’s breath hitched when the omega sauntered away, hips swaying like she knew exactly what she was doing. Gods, she was gorgeous. And gods help her, Korra was already painfully hard beneath her pants.
This had never happened before. Usually, omegas tripped over themselves just to be noticed by her, flooding her with simpers and sweet scents that bored her to tears. But this one—this sly, sharp-tongued princess—was different. She pushed back, she teased, she dared to walk away. And that stirred something deep in her chest, something primal that snapped awake.
For the first time in her life, Korra realized she wanted to chase.
A smirk tugged at her lips. Fine. She could play this game… this hunt.
She jogged forward, easily catching up to those long, graceful strides, her wavy black hair spilling behind her like a banner meant to lure her in. “So,” Korra drawled, sliding into step beside her, “where to?”
The omega glanced at her, lashes fluttering, a secretive smile curving her lips. “Hmm. Shouldn’t you ask my name first?”
Korra’s grin turned wicked. “What if I already know it?”
The omega arched a brow, feigning indifference even as her scent spiked with intrigue. “Do you?”
“Princess Asami Sato of the Sato Kingdom,” Korra recited smoothly, eyes glinting. “Precious daughter, flawless reputation, campus royalty.” She leaned in just enough for her breath to tickle Asami’s ear. “Hard not to know when everyone here worships the ground you walk on.”
Asami arched a brow, lips curling. “And how do you know?”
Korra smirked, eyes glinting. “I read it.”
The omega tilted her head, clearly unconvinced. “Really? You look like someone who doesn’t like to read.”
Korra chuckled, low and amused, leaning in just enough for her voice to brush against Asami’s ear. “Yeah, you’re right. Not unless they’re worth my time.”
Heat rippled between them. For a beat, neither spoke, their scents tangling in the open air, until Asami cleared her throat, trying to steady herself. “Well, since you seem so informed… You won’t need much of a tour, will you?”
“Oh, I do,” Korra countered, smirk curling. “Because I’d much rather hear it from your lips than a bulletin board.”
Asami flicked her hair, hiding a blush, and gestured toward the cobbled path. “Fine. Follow me.”
And Korra did, watching the way her uniform hugged her curves, and every sway of her hips was a silent torment. The campus blurred around her—arched windows, flower gardens, the chatter of distant students. None of it mattered. All she saw was the omega leading her by nothing more than her smile and her scent, and Korra thought, for the first time, she might actually enjoy school.
—
“And this is the library.”
Asami gestured around the massive space, shelves towering to the ceiling, ladders leaning like stairways to knowledge. The scent of parchment and ink lingered thick in the air, but the moment Korra stepped inside, she felt the stares. Students who’d been bent over books froze mid-sentence, their whispers rising like buzzing bees.
Korra ignored them all now. She had someone far more interesting at her side.
Over the course of the tour, she’d realized this omega—this princess—wasn’t just a surface-level beauty meant to be admired from afar. No, Asami was clever, her wit sharp as a blade, her tongue quick enough to spar with Korra’s. Every banter, every sly quip only tightened the noose around Korra’s chest, making her want more.
Asami’s beauty might have been soft—velvet hair, porcelain skin, a smile that could undo kingdoms—but beneath it was steel. A dangerous edge that thrilled Korra to her core. She wanted to talk to her more. She wanted to strip away those layers. She wanted to devour her whole.
“This is where I usually study,” Asami said, pointing to a polished oak table fit for royalty.
Korra reached out, trailing her fingers along the smooth wood, but Asami’s hand darted there too. Skin brushed skin.
Heat shot through Korra like lightning, sparking from her fingertips straight to her cock. She twitched uncomfortably in her pants, pulse hammering. And then, she heard Asami gasp.
Fuck, yeah. Her inner alpha roared in triumph. She wasn’t the only one affected.
A low growl slipped from her throat as she leaned into Asami’s space, close enough to taste her scent, close enough that her lips hovered a breath away. She wanted the omega. No. She needed the omega. Now.
But just as their mouths were about to meet…
“Ahem.”
They jerked apart.
Korra turned to find an old woman glaring at them, her gray bun wound so tight it looked painful. Her omega scent washed over them, commanding and sharp, and for a second, Korra nearly bared her neck in apology. Judging by the way Asami stiffened, she felt it too.
“Just because you’re both royalty,” the librarian snapped, voice like a whip, “doesn’t mean we tolerate public displays of affection in the library!” With a sharp stomp of her cane, she turned and marched back to her desk.
Korra let out a long breath, shoulders sagging in relief. She and Asami glanced at each other, laughter bubbling out, only to snap their mouths shut when the librarian shot another glare their way.
“Well,” Korra said, lips curling into a grin, “this has been fun.”
Asami’s gaze flickered darkly, her smirk turning seductive as she slid her hand back into Korra’s. “Indeed. And I would like to have more fun later… if you’re up for it.”
Korra’s grin widened. Oh, she liked this omega. She liked her too much. “Yeah? What kind of fun?”
Asami leaned in, her lips grazing close to Korra’s ear. Her whisper was silk and sin. “Go to the dorms and look for me there. If you find me, you’ll find out exactly what kind of fun I’m talking about.”
She pulled away with a sultry smile and sauntered toward the door, every sway of her hips designed to torment.
Korra inhaled deeply, filling her lungs with the lingering sweetness of Asami’s scent. Her chest thrummed, instincts sparking alive.
The hunt was on.
***
The teacher droned on and on about vectors, lines intersecting at this or that angle, but Asami wasn’t listening. Her pen tapped against her notebook, forgotten, as her mind replayed the tour she’d given Korra.
Every time she remembered the alpha walking beside her, that intoxicating scent would curl back into her memory, wrapping around her like silk. Heat pooled low in her belly, her thighs shifting restlessly beneath the desk.
But it wasn’t just Korra’s physique that made her inner omega purr. No. What thrilled her most was the mind hidden beneath that cocky grin. As they walked, Korra had looked up at the university’s buildings with surprising interest, pointing out the symmetry of the arches, the way the stone had been quarried, the balance of weight and material. She spoke with confidence, bordering on arrogance, and gods help her, Asami had swallowed hard at the sound.
There was something else she wanted to swallow, but she’d save that thought for later.
At the idea of later, Asami pressed her thighs together under her skirt, trying to keep her composure. Oh, she couldn’t wait until classes were over. She couldn’t wait to kiss that smirk off Korra’s lips, to sink her teeth and taste her sun-kissed skin, to feel her hands roaming where they pleased. And judging from the enticing bulge she’d already noticed in Korra’s trousers, Asami estimated the alpha was very well-gifted indeed. Her inner omega grew restless, clawing at her patience, desperate to be filled.
Her hand slipped lower, down from her desk to the hem of her skirt. She forgot where she was, lost in the haze of want.
“Asami!” Opal hissed, elbow jabbing into her side. “The professor’s calling you!”
Asami jerked back to reality, cheeks warming, but she caught the problem on the board at a glance. Of course, she knew the answer. She rose smoothly, answered flawlessly, and sat back down without missing a beat. If anyone suspected she hadn’t been paying attention, they’d never know.
Opal squinted at her. “What’s up with you?” she whispered, leaning close.
Asami straightened her back, lips curving into a sly smile. “Nothing,” she said airily, twirling her pen as if she weren’t burning up inside. “Absolutely nothing at all.”
—
Later that afternoon, Asami was delighted to discover that she and Korra shared the same class, even if it was just PE. Normally, she dreaded these sweaty, undignified hours, but today? Today, she was singing a very different tune.
She slipped into her uniform with care, smoothing the crisp fabric down her waist, tying her hair up into a high tail that left her pale neck bare for the world to see. For Korra to see. She dabbed a touch of perfume at the hollow of her throat, subtle enough that it wouldn’t overpower but strong enough to mingle with her natural scent, making her omega pheromones bloom. If this were a game, she intended to win.
When they filed into the gym, her inner omega practically purred at the way Korra’s eyes found her. It wasn’t subtle. Korra’s gaze tracked her like a predator sizing up prey, hot and unrelenting, and Asami’s stomach fluttered in satisfaction.
All throughout class, the other omegas circled Korra like moths to flame. They giggled, clung to her arms, asked for “help” with dribbling, their bodies pressing and grinding far more than necessary. Asami wanted to roll her eyes. Pathetic.
Unfortunately, she hadn’t been assigned to Korra’s group. But if the other omegas thought that meant they had an advantage, they were sorely mistaken. Asami knew how to command attention. She jutted her hips when she bent, let her lashes sweep low when she glanced over, stretched just a little too languidly at the perfect moments.
And it worked. Gods, it worked. Every time she caught Korra’s eye, the alpha was staring at her like she was already halfway to pouncing. Heat pooled low in Asami’s belly, pride flaring at her small victories over the others.
She couldn’t wait until classes were over.
But her antics didn’t go unnoticed. Other alphas in class began to hover, their leers sharp and hungry. Their scents pressed in, heavy, staking claims that weren’t theirs. One in particular dared to break from the group, swaggering toward her with a grin that made her skin crawl.
That was when Korra moved.
***
Korra had to admit, whatever Asami was doing to her, it was working.
She moved through PE with her usual air of confidence, all cocky smirks and lazy swagger, but inside? Her inner alpha was restless, pacing like a caged wolf. Her cock strained unbearably against her pants, throbbing with every sway of Asami’s hips. She wanted to push everyone aside, pin the omega down right here on the gym floor, and fuck her until she was too spent to even say her own name.
Asami was hers. Her omega to chase. Her omega to claim.
But the sea of other simpering omegas only got in her way, pawing at her arms, grinding their asses against her crotch under the flimsy excuse of “helping.” Worse, the other alphas had noticed too, their stares heavy, circling like vultures.
Korra told herself they wouldn’t dare. They’d only look. But then one bold idiot decided to swagger up to Asami. And that was it.
The dam broke.
Her pheromones slammed into the gym like a tidal wave, sharp and potent, alpha dominance flooding the air. Gasps rang out. One by one, students instinctively bared their necks, submission rippling through the crowd.
Korra strode toward the male alpha, her steps heavy with intent. When she reached him, she clamped a hand on the back of his neck, fingers digging into the tendons. He froze instantly, eyes wide.
“Hey, bud,” Korra said, her voice soft but edged with steel. She leaned in to whisper, “Touch her, and you’ll be eating through a straw for the rest of the semester. Got it?”
The alpha swallowed hard, nodded once, and scurried off with his tail between his legs.
From the corner of her eye, Korra caught Asami stifling a laugh, her coy smile blooming as if she’d orchestrated the entire thing.
“You sly princess,” Korra growled low enough for only her to hear. “You really think I’d let anyone else claim you now that you’ve riled me up?”
Asami tilted her chin, eyes flashing. Her lips parted in a purr, “Well… what if I did it to lure you in? What if having another alpha notice me was the only way to spur you on to finally claim me?”
Korra smirked, heat surging through her veins. Oh, the game was still on, alright. “You’re good.”
Asami’s tongue flicked across her lips, deliberate and slow. “I am. I’m a mastermind. Remember our deal, princess. I’ll be waiting.”
With that, she sashayed back to her group, hips swaying like a challenge.
The gym buzzed with whispers, eyes wide at what had just unfolded. But Korra didn’t care. Not about them. Not the PE professor. Not about anything. She went back to her group, smirk curling, and this time, the omega simpers and flirty touches stopped dead. No one dared test her claim again.
***
Asami tied the silk belt of her robe snug around her waist, concealing the little surprise she had planned beneath. The fabric whispered against her skin, soft and decadent, her pulse thrumming with anticipation. Granted, the alpha still had to find her dorm room, but with the heat of her scent spilling freely into the halls, Asami was certain Korra would come. She wanted her to.
A final spritz of perfume on her neck, a quick puff of her hair, and she settled herself by the window, feigning calm. Her heart, however, raced like a drum in her chest.
She didn’t have to wait long. The faint sound of footsteps approached, purposeful, and then her door swung open without hesitation.
A low whistle cut through the air.
Korra leaned against the doorframe, eyes sweeping across the suite before inevitably locking on her. The hunger there made Asami’s breath catch, but she didn’t let it show. She smirked instead.
“Nice room,” Korra drawled as she stepped inside, hands shoved in her pockets like she owned the place. “And you stay here alone? Princess privileges, huh?”
Amusement tugged at Asami’s lips. She lifted her chin, deliberately letting the robe shift just enough to hint at what was underneath. “Yes. This is a private suite.”
Korra’s grin widened, lazy and cocky. “I can get used to this.”
Asami pushed off from the window and stepped toward the bed, her pulse thundering in her ears. Korra’s scent was heady now, rich and overpowering in the enclosed space. It crashed through her, straight to her core, and she swore her pussy was already slick, aching to be filled.
She bit her lip, then crooked a finger, beckoning Korra to her. Her other hand toyed with the tie of her robe, twisting it slowly, teasing, drawing the alpha in more, more, more.
“Then what are you still doing there?” she purred.
The low, guttural, hungry sound Korra made in response sent a shiver up Asami’s spine. In the next heartbeat, the alpha was right in front of her, the air shifting with sudden heat.
Asami didn’t wait. She fisted the collar of Korra’s shirt and yanked her forward, crashing their lips together.
The kiss was frantic, messy, hungry. Her lips molded to Korra’s, finally tasting the salt and heat she’d been dreaming of all day. Korra kissed her back with equal fervor, their mouths moving in desperate sync, teeth clashing, lips sliding wetly.
When Asami parted her lips, Korra’s tongue surged in, hot and insistent, sparking a gasp that melted into a moan. Their tongues tangled, clashed, battled for control neither wanted to give up. Every stroke was fire, every push and retreat fanning the blaze between them higher.
Korra’s hands clamped hard on her hips, fingers digging in like she meant to leave bruises, grounding Asami even as she pressed forward. The pressure made Asami arch into her, her robe slipping looser with every movement.
She whimpered against Korra’s mouth, savoring the way the alpha swallowed the sound greedily, kissing her harder, deeper, as if she wanted to consume her whole.
The need for air finally forced Asami to pull back, gasping, but it didn’t take more than a heartbeat before her lips crashed against Korra’s again. This time her hands slid lower, frantic fingers working at the buttons of Korra’s shirt without ever breaking their kiss. One by one, they came undone, until the last gave way, and Asami shoved the fabric down broad shoulders, baring the alpha’s muscled torso and the breastband straining against full, perfect breasts.
She almost forgot to breathe at the sight. Gods, it was a crime she wasn’t touching, tasting, devouring all of it.
So she didn’t wait. She grabbed Korra’s arm, spun them, and pushed her down onto the bed. The alpha’s eyes widened at her boldness, but instead of recoiling, the look melted into something darker—lust, hunger, a primal gleam that seared straight through her.
Yes. Oh, she had chosen right. A lesser alpha would’ve faltered. But not Korra. Never Korra.
“Asami,” Korra growled, voice wrecked with want.
Heat flared through her veins. She climbed onto the bed, one knee pressing into the mattress as she urged Korra to crawl backward. She straddled her lap with a moan, her drenched core grinding over the thick bulge in Korra’s trousers. Sparks shot through her body, her robe slipping looser with every roll of her hips.
She toyed with the sash between her fingers, biting her lip. “Aren’t you going to take this off me?”
Korra’s smirk deepened, hands confident as they pulled the knot free. The robe parted, sliding down Asami’s shoulders like water.
Another low whistle escaped Korra. Her eyes roamed shamelessly over every inch revealed as the robe slid away. Black lace clung to Asami’s curves, framing her breasts, her waist, her thighs like a work of art crafted just for temptation. The delicate fabric left little to the imagination, accentuating rather than hiding, and Korra’s pupils blew wide at the sight.
“Wow,” she breathed, reverent and cocky all at once. “So gorgeous. So perfect.”
A whimper spilled from Asami’s throat as Korra’s hand finally slid between her thighs, finding the heat of her surprise beneath the folds of silk. She arched into the touch, eyes fluttering shut. “You’re perfect,” she moaned, every word dripping with need.
Korra’s lips brushed her ear, voice rough with reverence. “We’re perfect together.”
“Yes,” Asami hissed, rolling her hips harder against the alpha’s bulge, her palms pressing to Korra’s sculpted abs. Her smirk returned, sharp and hungry. “Let’s find out how much.”