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Elphaba hadn’t wanted it. She didn’t want it.
But her instinct screamed at her—pleaded, begged to be taken.
Galinda was right there, only a few inches away, just waiting for Elphaba to crumble and succumb. Her usually bright brown eyes were sickeningly sticky as a web, refusing to leave Elphaba even for just a second. She drunk in the way Elphaba fought; tooth and nail against her instinct.
Another roll. A whine that almost escaped her pretty green lips. Galinda licked her own lips, one hand palming the Omega’s thigh. Her touch burned , making Elphaba twitch.
“Come on, Elphie,” she husked, voice coy yet having that dangerous edge that could cut paper. “I’ll treat you real good this time.”
Elphaba couldn’t stop the whine that escaped her throat when Galinda closed in, lips sealing around her throat and finding her pulsing scent gland. Her mind grew alarmingly delirious, drowned by the sudden pleasure.
“Submit,” Galinda had whispered, gently pushing Elphaba’s (un)willing body to lay on her bed. Elphaba tried her best to push her away, knowing that she was physically stronger than Galinda, but even she fell victim to an Omega’s primal instinct to submit .
Elphaba laid sprawled then, chest heaving, arms laid by the sides of her head. Her gaze was unfocused, full of unshed tears of arousal and pain of her rutting. Above her, Galinda was looking down at her. Grinning. Smug.
Her hands traced Elphaba’s thighs, slowly at first, smoothing down the surface of her firm and toned thighs before trailing up to rest on her waist. She guided Elphaba to rest her legs around her waist, hips pressing against hips; Elphaba’s aching heat against—
Another sharp roll. Galinda’s grin turned even sharper.
“Look at you,” Galinda murmured again, tongue flicking out to lick her wonderfully sharp Alpha fangs. Ready to bite, ready to mark . “You look wonderful, Elphie .”
“D-Don’t call me—!”
“Oh, but you love it, don’t you?” the Alpha murmured, cutting off her protest by nuzzling against her neck. Her hands rested on Elphaba’s hips then, drawing another whine. “You love how close I am to you.”
Yes. “ No .”
Sharp roll. Galinda let out a guttural growl.
“See, your body is—” Galinda exhaled sharply at the insistent frictions “— honest , Elphie. You’re desperate for me. For my knot , aren’t you?” Galinda giggled breathily, “I’ll give you that, if you are willing to beg.”
Elphaba let out a weak growl. “Over my dead body.”
Galinda hummed, hips suddenly thrusting forward; making Elphaba arch, fingers curling around the sheets. Her scent blew off, smelling so satisfied at the act of intimacy.
“Well, Elphie?” she purred, saccharine sweet but laced with dangerous sharpness. “I am being generous here, you know?” Her hand slid down, cupping the heated core, giving a tormenting stroke around it. “If I were any other Alpha, I would have made you my bitch since an hour ago. But here I am, still politely asking for your own preference.”
The Omega snarled weakly, looking away with teeth tugging down her thick bottom lip.
Galinda smiled. “Choose, my dear beloved Omega.”
When she didn’t answer, Galinda’s fingers gently tilted Elphaba’s chin upwards, forcing their eyes to meet again. The look in her eyes was intense, almost feral, a mixture of satisfaction and something deeper that Elphaba couldn’t quite place. Her breath hitched as she felt Galinda’s lips descend toward hers, soft and warm, inevitable.
Elphaba’s heart thundered in her chest, every beat pulsing with a mix of fear and desire. She couldn’t move, couldn’t resist, as Galinda’s lips brushed softly against hers. The touch was light at first, hesitant, as if testing the boundaries of what was possible. But it quickly deepened, Galinda’s lips melding with hers, a slow, possessive kiss that sent sparks of heat down Elphaba’s spine.
The kiss was more than just a simple gesture of affection; it was a claim . Galinda’s hand tangled in Elphaba’s hair, pulling her closer as if to say, This is mine. Elphaba’s eyes fluttered shut, surrendering to the undeniable chemistry that had been simmering between them. Her pulse raced, a mixture of fear and yearning, but the lines were blurring between resistance and acceptance.
Elphaba fully blamed her biology.
Her resistance crumbled with each passing moment. Her breath hitched, a low moan escaping her lips as Galinda deepened the kiss, tongue tangling with her own, her other fingers tightening possessively on Elphaba’s waist, manicured nails digging against skin. Every touch was a claim, every movement a declaration. It was as if Galinda was pulling every ounce of Elphaba’s need from her, dragging her deeper into the haze of heat and submission.
Tears stung at the corners of Elphaba’s eyes, frustration and longing twisting within her. She wanted to push Galinda away, but every touch, every smack of her lips only seemed to fuel the fire inside her, making it harder to resist. Her hands curled into fists, the fabric of the blanket straining against her grip.
Galinda pulled back slightly, her breath warm against Elphaba’s lips. She licked her lips, not having quite enough of the lingering taste of the Omega. “See?” she murmured, her voice low and soft. “You can’t fight it. You’re already mine.”
Elphaba’s eyes opened, wild and conflicted. She wanted to fight back, to defy Galinda’s claim, but the look in Galinda’s gaze and the taste of her on her lips told a different story. Her body ached with need, every fiber of her resisting, yet aching to surrender.
“I… I hate you,” Elphaba whispered, her voice breaking with a vulnerability she couldn’t quite hide. She turned her head away, trying to hide the tears that pooled at the edges of her eyes. But Galinda’s hand gently cupped her cheek, tilting her face back to meet her gaze.
Galinda’s smile was deceptively gentle. “I know you do,” she said, her voice a thread of silk. “But it doesn’t matter. You need me.”
The admission hung in the air like a taut thread, more real than the resistance Elphaba tried to maintain. Her heart twisted, torn between defiance and need, between hatred and a craving she couldn’t deny.
“That’s not true ,” it was supposed to be a growl, but dwindled to nothing more than a whine.
“Oh, Elphie,” Galinda giggled, sighing. She nudged closer, pressing her nose against the slant of Elphaba’s jaw, purring in delight when the Omega bared her neck instinctively. “You are just too adorable.”
She pressed soft kisses against the sensitive skin, each one a whisper of ownership, a reminder of her dominance. Elphaba shuddered, her breath catching in her throat as Galinda’s fingers tightened around her; pulling her impossibly closer, then—
Teeth .
Sharp. Too sharp.
Elphaba’s entire body went rigid at the suddenness of it, a sharp cry catching in her throat. The pain of it was brief but searing, and then it changed—became something else. The sensation was all-consuming, stealing her breath. Her body shuddered beneath Galinda’s touch, her muscles locked in place, and the sharp bite of her teeth felt like something far more permanent, something deeper than just skin.
Her heart hammered painfully in her chest. Her mind screamed, This can’t be happening. Not like this. Not now. But her body betrayed her, every instinct screaming for something she refused to acknowledge.
Galinda didn’t let up.
Her teeth pressed harder into the side of Elphaba’s neck, her lips curling as she finally marked her— really marked her —right there, in the soft flesh where Elphaba’s pulse throbbed under her skin. The mark burned, a slow fire that spread through Elphaba’s body like wildfire, making her feel too many things all at once—desperation… need… confusion.
Her breath hitched again, this time a soft, helpless sound, and Galinda’s grip tightened, forcing Elphaba to stay still, to feel .
“There it is,” Galinda murmured, her voice low, smooth, and full of satisfaction. Her teeth dragged along Elphaba’s neck, pulling away only slightly before sinking in again, moaning at the tangy taste spilling out of the wound.
Elphaba’s skin prickled where Galinda’s lips had touched, where her teeth had left their mark, leaving her feeling branded in a way that had nothing to do with physical pain but something far deeper, far more dangerous.
The urge to fight back—the same impulse that had burned inside of her for so long—was drowned out by the raw, undeniable pull of the mark that was now settled firmly on her skin. Her breathing became shallow, and her body, still locked beneath Galinda’s, started to respond in ways she couldn’t explain. The Omega within her purred in delight, her heat sated but not quite.
Galinda lifted her head slowly, watching Elphaba with an almost tender look. There was a glint of satisfaction in her eyes, but something else too—something far more knowing.
“There we go,” she whispered softly, voice syrupy and full of quiet triumph. “My first mark on your skin,” she added, almost reverent. “Two more to go, my dearest.”