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Even Hector, with his bad sense of smell even for a beta, had noticed it. He had taken her aside and told her that she reeked of alpha posturing whenever Yolanda was around and as “as hot as it was”, that it was stinking up the entire Studios and that Lyta and Yolanda should just “wrestle and be done with it”. She had balked at that, saying that she and Yolanda had nothing going on between them let alone some perceived dominance fight and that she was above having to wrestle another alpha. Then she had teased Hector that he loved her scent, which he admitted he did, and then they were too caught up in each other for Lyta to think more about it.
Until she was. Here she was, following her beta boy’s advice and waiting for Yolanda to come back so they could… have a conversation about some disputes. She told herself it was just so that Sylvester didn’t feel like he had to get involved between her and Yolanda. They would solve their own problems without their self-proclaimed pack alpha. Lyta and Yolanda weren’t going to wrestle or chuck canines or anything like that, even though Lyta really, really wanted to. It frustrated her. She hadn’t been the type of alpha to posture since she was a kid going through puberty and fighting with her mother. She wasn’t like this with Jennie-Lynn or Hank or even Sylvester. She and the other alphas in Infinity Inc had settled into a fine pattern until Yolanda had showed up. Lyta knew she was being irrational, but she was pretty sure Yolanda had started whatever this was.
Yolanda’s red convertible squealed into her parking space. Lyta wrinkled up her nose at the smell of the gasoline and the scent Yolanda wore to dull her own. It was honestly not even as bad as Sylvester’s, but it had Lyta irritated when Yolanda hopped out of the convertible and sauntered towards her in one of her leather skirts and high heels. Yolanda’s legs were so toned, perfect for squeezing someone between her thighs. She also had a bustier on, pushing up her breasts to be perfectly in line with the short cut of her cropped leather jacket. She grinned at Lyta and her canines, the longest Lyta had ever seen on anyone, shone.
Lyta felt a growl in her throat without her meaning to make it as she glared at Yolanda, hands across her chest.
“So we’re finally going to have a challenge?” Yolanda asked casually as she took off her jacket. The bustier didn’t have any sort of straps or sleeves.
“Please, Yolanda, it's 1985. That’s a little archaic.”
Yolanda stared at Lyta. Lyta stared at Yolanda and felt her skin itching.
“Not in the street anyways,” Lyta conceded, officially issuing a challenge so they could put an end to this uncomfortable energy they were making for everyone else.
Yolanda laughed as she followed Lyta inside. They both stank of sweat and their own pheromones. Yolanda stretched her arms above her head with her hands interlaced, exposing her trimmed armpits, which just made the stink worse. Lyta felt like Yolanda did it to provoke her on purpose.
Though, Lyta could admit, they probably both needed this.
Lyta used her Amazon speed and strength to knock Yolanda to the ground, but just like the cat she took her name from, Yolanda landed on all fours instead of her back. She kicked her shoes off, leaving her feet bare and was up like a shot to grab Lyta’s biceps. They grappled, Yolanda being slightly more steady on her feet. They both had strength behind them, but in their grappling Lyta had the advantage of super strength. It was quick. Lyta managed to push Yolanda to the ground, keeping her hands on her so that she couldn’t get loose.
They were both baring their teeth at each other, growling a little at each other. They chucked their canines against each other in something that looked like a violent kiss as they clashed their teeth together. Both of them were sweating, the scent glands behind their ears and on their necks stinking into each other’s nostrils.
Lyta nipped at Yolanda’s lip and Yolanda used the opportunity to wrench one of her arms free from Lyta’s grip. Yolanda popped her claws. It was going to be a dirty play, but they weren’t exactly acting in the realms of chivalry right now. And Yolanda, with her sense of smell that was better than any human’s, could clearly smell Lyta’s arousal at their wrestling. Yolanda was hot and heavy from it too.
Yolanda used her claws to rip down Lyta’s pants, tearing into her underwear too. Yolanda used Lyta’s surprise to roll them over, digging the claws in her feet into the ground below them. Lyta’s skin was so hot. Lyta, now that they established they weren’t exactly playing with rules, pulled on Yolanda’s hair as she tugged at Yolanda’s skirt to push it up and rip at Yolanda’s little panties.
They were both aroused and leaking from their narrow, shallow vaginal entrances, pussy lips swollen and pushed more forward than a beta or omega woman’s from their testes being behind them internally. Their pubic mounds were fat and puffy. Lyta’s was more trimmed than Yolanda’s, whose bush spilled out onto her thighs. Both of their clits were hard and extended like pseudo-penises of spotted hyenas. Yolanda’s was longer, but Lyta’s was thicker-- juicy and wide. They were both dribbling from both their clits and their holes. The knots at the base of their clits were small, but they could both feel them filling as Yolanda ground her cunt and clit down against Lyta’s. She hotdogged Lyta’s clit between her folds as she ground against Lyta, making Lyta moan.
“Fuck!”
Lyta rutted her clit against the bottom vein of Yolanda’s as she pulled her hair again, rolling the two of them over. She met Yolanda’s mouth again, chucking their canines again in a clash of tooth on tooth and they breathed in each other’s breath. Lyta felt her cunt and clit pulse. Yolanda was the one to start sucking on Lyta’s lower lip, turning their clinking teeth into proper kissing.
They rutted against each other, getting slick from each other’s juices and precum as their knots both began to swell, covered by their clitoral hoods. Yolanda pulled off Lyta to lick a stripe of sweat off of Lyta’s jaw, groaning at the taste of Lyta’s salt and pheromones.
Lyta rolled her hips against Yolanda, pressing their holes against each other, one of her lower lips slipping between Yolanda's and coming back slimy. Their knots bumped against each other, sending electricity through them both. Yolanda’s back arched, the claws of her feet scratching the floor.
Lyta right under Yolanda’s jaw, leaving a little red mark behind as she asked for permission to properly bite Yolanda. Yolanda’s knot twitched at that, fully swollen now. She grabbed at Lyta’s arm, her claws digging into Lyta’s flesh. Yolanda nodded and tilted her neck all the way to the side, baring her neck for Lyta. She had an elegant curve to her neck and the scent gland on her neck smelled so, so good.
“Do it,” She said, giving Lyta verbal permission too.
Lyta latched her teeth onto Yolanda’s neck, sucking as she bit. She didn’t bite hard enough to draw blood, but they could both feel the rush of endorphins released from the act. Yolanda felt boneless under Lyta, moaning at the feeling of the bite. Lyta moaned as she kept hold of Yolanda’s skin, determined to leave a good bruise on her.
An instinctual part of Lyta wanted to push her clit into Yolanda’s hole and knot her but she knew that neither of them would knot anyone without their consent even in a rut. Not even right after she had bitten her. So she reached down to grip their clits together and fuck into that, her empty hole clenching around nothing as she used her other hand to keep herself propped up over Yolanda.
They were both coming, knotting against each other and into Lyta’s hand. Finally, Lyta pulled her mouth off of Yolanda’s neck. Lyta’s bite had only bruised, but Yolanda’s claws on Lyta’s bicep had drawn blood, leaving drops of it on her skin that mixed with the smells of sweat, musk, and sex.
They shuddered against each other as their knots pulsed against each other. They pushed their holes right up against each other, rubbing as Lyta squeezed her hand around them while the height of their combined orgasms came. They both spurt from the holes of their clits, thick white and potent with their scents which got all over each other’s bushes. They absolutely stank of each other.
Lyta rolled off of Yolanda, chest rising and falling. She laid on her back against the cool floor. She was still knotted and cumming all of her stomach, rubbing herself through the process.Yolanda did the same, laying next to Lyta. She also worked two fingers into her pussy to really make the most of her orgasm and the endorphin rush of being bitten. She slung one leg over Lyta’s. Lyta reached out to hold Yolanda’s shoulder.
“Jesus…” Yolanda panted, taking her fingers out of her cunt to feel at the bite Lyta had left on her neck. She rubbed at the purpling bruise and shuddered again in pleasure at the endorphin rush of poking the bruise. “Guess you’re okay with me in your pack now then, chica?”
“You thought I wasn’t?” Lyta said when she had finally finished cumming. She frowned down at her shirt, now ruined with her cum. She liked this shirt. She hadn’t planned to have sex with Yolanda, just wrestle. She would have worn something else if she had known. She squeezed Yolanda’s shoulder.
“I mean, I figured that was what this was all about. You’ve been unsure of me ever since I started interviewing you all.” Yolanda’s own orgasm had finished off, her knot deflating and her clit starting to retract back into its hood. Her pussy lips stuck out less far with her testes emptied.
“I never meant to make you feel like weren’t welcome here,” Lyta said, feeling slightly ashamed of herself. She rolled over onto her side to look at Yolanda as she grabbed the scraps of her torn up pants to wipe up her come. She handed another scrap to Yolanda so she could clean herself up.
“I mean, it makes sense. New alpha and you’re pregnant." Yolanda shrugged as she wiped herself down.
“WHAT?” Lyta exclaimed, sitting bolt upright.
Yolanda grimaced. Sometimes she forgot that by being a Helix baby, her sense of smell was greater than anyone else she knew. She had assumed that Lyta must have been able to somehow know that her beta boyfriend had successfully knocked her up. It wasn’t like Lyta and Hector weren’t shacking up all the time. Even though female alphas getting pregnant was more statistically unlikely, they were rolling the dice way too many times to not get success. This was just like when Yolanda had smelled her mother being pregnant with José before anyone else.
“Congratulations?” she said, tapping her foot against Lyta’s.
Lyta flopped back down, covering her eyes with her arm in embarrassment. She couldn’t believe pregnancy hormones had been making her act overly aggressive to Yolanda for no reason (though she was still pretty sure that Yolanda had started it). She tapped her foot back against Yolanda’s.
“I’ve been such a jerk for nothing. Sorry Yolanda.”
“If you hadn’t been a jerk, then I probably wouldn’t have gotten to wrestle with the hottest alpha here. You’re forgiven,” Yolanda said.
They both burst into laughter at that.
“We should get up and clean up,” Yolanda said finally.
“I’ll make Hector do it. What he deserves for knocking me up,” Lyta joked. That just made Yolanda laugh even harder. Lyta dissolved into more giggles too. She squeezed Yolanda’s shoulder again.
It would be good to be friends now, instead of rivals. Though, they both thought, they would have to keep wrestling. After all, Yolanda hadn’t given Lyta a bite yet. It was only right to return it.