Impatient that it seemed all Erik was doing was hovering over her, Liona pulled him down and thrust her cleavage into his face. His hot breath there excited her more than the grinding on his lap alone had. She was pumping out pheromones like crazy, but didn't care one bit. For at that moment, Erik did something she never expected. He gently nibbled on her skin after he kissed it. That feeling made her squeal in surprise and enjoyment. She bucked underneath him, pulling him down over her even more than he had been. She was feeling desperate for the touch of his hands the more he kissed and nibbled her exposed skin.
Reaching up again, she blindly sought one of his hands to encourage the touch at her breast again. However, what she ended up grabbing was not so much an arm as a leg. A third leg, if she wanted to be funny about it. A part of her giggled at that thought, but was soon overshadowed by a fire in her mate's eyes that burned even more intensely, as she experienced her first feel of a male's appendage.
Over clothing or not, she would not let this opportunity go. She experimented with the touch as Erik seemed to groan sensually. He seemed to enjoy this action, just as she was enjoying his touch of her breasts. Whether it was his mouth or his hands, it didn't matter, as she was soon finding a rhythm that ended up in a give and take.
The more she moved her hand over the growing bulge, the more her boyfriend touched, sucked and nibbled at her neck and rubbed his hands over her bustier covered breasts. Wanting more, without a rational thought in her head, Liona nearly reached for the zipper of her bustier. But, alas, before she could expose herself to her mate, her phone rang.
Oblivious to the time or how far things were proceeding, the two were lost in their own little world for now. Even the sound of a phone ringing gave them little more than a pause to their actions. The pheromones were thick and clinging to the air around them as they took their time exploring their pent-up feelings that so far had been mostly controlled by suppressants. The feel of their bodies being close as they were was satisfying them for now, but it was a slippery slope that had a hidden cliff at the end. While hands roamed and explored, in another part of the city, it was a different story.
Leon and Vivi were saying goodbye to their friends and family before they sat down in the nook of their bedroom to relax. As they cuddled, enjoying a quiet house without their children present, the exhaustion on both of their faces was clear. They had been working overtime for the last few months and it was catching up with them.
Sighing, Vivi burrowed her head into the crook of her ever loving husband's shoulder, breathing deeply of his soothing pheromones. With his arm wrapped securely over her, she felt herself relaxing, while the tension she had been carrying melted away.
"What's wrong, Vi?" Leon asked attentively as he hugged his lovely wife.
"So many cases are coming in that it feels like all the work our parents have done over the years has been for naught." Vivi was referring to high-risk pregnancies that were often of young or vulnerable omega that were barely adults old enough to have children, let alone old enough to distinguish between themselves and their inner desires.
"It feels like yesterday that we were welcoming Adeliona into the world, and now she's the age of these young omegas I see coming into my office for their first consultation with me."
"Hmm, remember when she was little, Vi? She would toddle around with a whisk in her hands and pretend she was making us dinner? We were still living in that tiny, cramped apartment we were given when we were barely older than her now." Leo smiled as he reminisced about some of his favorite memories of their eldest daughter.
"I remember. I was pregnant with the boys back then and was always exhausted. She would always stand on that little stool we got her and hover over your shoulder when you made me my favorite cravings. She couldn't have been more than two, but was always so attentive to what was being made in that tiny kitchen!" Vivi smiled fondly as she remembered their small apartment and how cramped it had been after the birth of their twin boys.
"She's eighteen now and I have to wonder if it won't be long before she finds herself a partner who will love her as herself. I'm frankly worried that her track record with young alphas has been all duds." Leon sighed as he recalled their daughter's last boyfriend and how that walking disaster had treated his precious princess.
Although that young boy that his daughter had kissed that day had looked like a deer in headlights afterwards, it seemed like he could have been a nice young man if he hadn't been so young. The poor boy barely looked fifteen and had trouble recognizing and controlling his pheromones. After a moment, he dismissed the thought. As much as he wished for the happiness of finding a suitable partner for his daughter, he would still prefer it if she stayed his little princess for a lot longer. The days when she batted her eyes at him and acted all cute to get something were still precious after all!
"That reminds me of Liona's birthday. Didn't she want to make all the food herself this year? She has always wanted to take care of those closest to her. Although her method of feeding everyone is silly, it is what makes her happy after all." Vivi was all for her daughter's passion for cooking. She just wished she would recognize it as her own strength.
"It took so long to convince her to let us cater it!" Leon laughed.
"What about that mysterious friend of hers, Leo? Is she still preparing those adorable lunches for him? This boy, is he her boyfriend? Is that why she's putting so much effort into them as of late?" Vivi asked her love, as she snuggled further into his embrace.
"As far as I know, this friend is just a young boy that's a little hard off. From what little Liona has told me of him, he has several younger siblings, and his mother struggles to feed all of them occasionally. Although she downplays it a lot, I am concerned that all her interests in charity are all for his family. I'm not against her doing this. I just worry that it won't really help that family if things are worse than she says." Leon held his lovely mate as they contemplated the actions of their daughter's latest interests.
"I wonder if we'll get to meet her friend at some point? There's so much we could do to help her with her charity work if she would just come to us." Vivi pouted a little at the thought of her daughter pulling away from them.
"All we can do is support her and let her know we are here for her. She's growing up and learning to spread her wings. If part of that is charity work, and befriending a young man who is struggling, then there's not much we can do unless she tells us she needs help." Leon kissed Vi's head.
"Speaking of growing up, isn't it getting close to her curfew? She's never been out this late before. Despite her coming of age, she's still a student and I'm concerned about her preliminary test scores. Emma passed along the results of her literature class and while she's passing, it's barely so. We have tried so hard to help her understand that it really doesn't matter if she gets perfect scores, we still need her to pass basic education testing scores if she wants to graduate and go on that trip with Allison and Chloe." Vivian sighed as the clock struck eleven.
Somewhere, a clock chimed midnight, and with it, a shadowy figure was seen leaving a seedy underground club. The frustration was mounting as this person was craving something that kept escaping their grasp. No matter how they tried to satiate it, only one thing kept it at bay for as long as they could stand it. They had been dispatched on a job and after getting that information; they took their sweet time in the pursuit of killing the desire that was ramping up again. It was almost time to seek the real thing. The figure drew a ragged drag of a cigarette before flicking it aside into a corner without looking where it landed. As they walked away, smoke arose from where the cigarette still burned as a pile of garbage smoldered.