Political Animals-Part 6
This is an A/B/O AU. You are the Omega artist daughter of Naomi Novak, a world-class heart surgeon who is running for Mayor of New York City. After a meeting where your mother’s advisors call you a “liability”, she tells you that if you don’t do as your told she will cut you off. You storm out and wind up in a bar a few blocks away.
The hottest Alpha you have EVER laid eyes on with a scent so mouthwatering you’re practically drooling offers to buy you a drink. It’s just a drink, right? What do you have to lose? Only everything.
Characters: Omega! Reader, Beta! Naomi Novak, Alpha! Castiel Novak, Omega! Meg Novak, Claire Novak, Jimmy Novak, Alpha! Sam Winchester, Alpha! Dean Winchester, Alpha! John Winchester, Omega! Jo Harvelle
Text messages are highlighted in BOLD
Part 1 (all parts are linked)
The minute Sam and I touched, it was though a switch flipped inside me. Everything around me seemed to fade away slightly in comparison to him. His hands gripped my arms as he backed me against my closed door.
All I could think about was my need for him. Our lips met in a clash of tongues and mouths as he kissed me until I had to pull away so I could breathe. “Need you Alpha.” I whispered.
Sam’s eyes darkened as his hands tangled in my hair. I leaned my head to the side, exposing my neck to him. His scent was making my head spin. We were so wrapped up in each other that neither of us seemed concerned with the fact we were practically have sex in the hallway where anyone could see.
“Unlock the door, Y/N.” Sam demanded.
My hands were shaking as I tried to fit the key into the lock. As soon as I had the door open, I tugged his hand and we spilled into my apartment.
“Help me out of this damn dress!” I begged. I felt like if I didn’t get him inside me in the next 2 minutes I was going to jump out of my skin. He stood behind me, yanking the zipper down as my dress pooled in a puddle at my feet. I turned and kicked the offending garment away.
Sam’s large hands cupped my ass as he ground his pants covered erection into me. Free of the confining dress, clad in only my panties and bra, I wrapped my legs tightly around his waist. My pussy began to throb with the need to be filled, and slick poured out of me. I bit back a moan.
Sam reached out a long arm and cleared the top of the table off with one swipe of his hand. Papers, brushes and other art supplies tumbled to the floor, and I heard the sound of glass breaking. Even that didn’t pierce the haze of desire that was consuming me. We weren’t even going to make it to the bedroom.