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“Sorry, baby.” Mira’s smirking, now, and it’s soo unfair, how hot she is; so unfair just how affected Zoey is, from words that are for all intents and purposes so tame. “You playing your game?”
“Uh-huh,” Zoey manages. “Yeah, we’re between matches.”
“Live?”
“Yeah, it’s- Mira, what-”
“You’re playing with other people, right?” Mira asks, coming to a stop right in front of her, and Zoey knows that look, the determined heat simmering in dark brown eyes, the sharp curl of pretty lips up at the corner.
Zoey knows that look, and so she squeaks, “Yes,” and tries not to come in her pants as Mira sinks slowly, smoothly, to her knees.
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Mira wanted to fix it. Whatever it was she wanted to make it better, needed to make it better, "Rumi, why do you think you're not worth loving?" Her voice wavered at the end.
Rumi's jaw tightened, her eyes focusing on some point in the space between Mira and Zoey, "It's not something that can be explained. It just is. A fact of nature, like how turtles have shells and tigers have stripes. I just need you to trust me when I tell you I'm not worthy of it."
Or, demons impersonate Rumi and Mira kissing in public. Mira spirals, Rumi breaks down and Zoey's insecurities implode.
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- Part 63 of Polytrix Timelines
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Zoey whined as she bared her teeth, rolling her hips against nothing even as she pressed back, squirming, fighting, snapping and growling, and–
"Do not show me your teeth unless you're actually ready to use them."
Zoey froze.
The satin fabric of a business suit pressed roughly against her skin; the sharp weight of an elbow dug into her shoulder; the fist in Zoey's hair gripped tight, a searing, relentless pull.
What she noticed most of all, though, were the fangs.
"Are you done?" Celine's voice was clipped, sharp as a blade and twice as cold, just like her daughter. "Or do you need a firmer hand?"
Just like her daughter, she smelled extra sweet.
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Zoey is a late presenting alpha. Celine has much to teach her.
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"Ooooh, you want it so bad, huh?"
She was amused, for fuck's sake–Mira was dripping all over the polished, black leather of her boot, shivering at the press of the wand between her thighs, flexing against the soft, lavender ropes binding her arms to her ankles–and Zoey was laughing at her.
Whenever Mira was done being black-out horny, they were gonna have some fucking words.
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Mira and Rumi put Zoey's boots to good use.
Bookmarked by spyrel
23 May 2026
Bookmarker's Notes
Boot kink. Edging Mira. Pup Rumi is also a lover girl.
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"You've got good taste," Mira said before taking another sip.
Zoey glanced around to make sure both of the other passengers had their headphones on, then lowered her voice even further. "I've been told I taste amazing."
Flight attendant Zoey is outrageously flirty and extremely bored, and she's going to make it the problem of two very attractive and surprisingly receptive passengers.