Spy Wolf 5

“Well, I think we—hold each other.”

“Hold each other?” Yelena asked consideringly. “Like you hold me up and then I hold you up—”

“No, no, no… I take you in my arms…”

The elevator finally bopped to a halt, the doors sweeping open. Kate quickly pressed the button for the top floor, praying that Clint wouldn’t run by and stir Yelena’s berserker rage once more.

And, for that matter, that no one saw her topless and standing so close to another woman that she could kiss her, had kissed her in fact, and been kissed. And even if Yelena hadn’t touched her nipples, they were so hard thanks to Yelena’s presence that it felt a lot like she’d done something to them.

“You take me in your arms?” Yelena repeated dubiously. “Already with the taking? Kate Bishop, your breasts are nice, but you have to do more romancing than just showing them to me.”

Kate put her arms around the other woman. She almost moaned as her sensitive nipples pressed into the sleek fur of Yelena’s coat. Yelena looked like she’d just taken a hit of something strong, which in a way she had. Her omega nervous system had to be releasing all kinds of dopamine in approval at her having caught an alpha, or rather, been caught by one.

“This is nice,” Yelena purred, her eyes hooded, a ghostly smile trying to replace her determined scowl. Her whole face was too slack to hold any kind of negative emotion. “But I am… I am wearing too muching clothes between us… I should…”

She shucked away her coat as best she could with Kate embracing her, pressed against her. When the coat wouldn’t come loose, Kate put a finger to her lips. Even though she wasn’t talking, Yelena took it correctly as her cue to stop.

“Let me,” Kate whispered, and Yelena mewled. She bit her lip as Kate slipped back, then undressed Yelena, revealing the Black Widow catsuit underneath her all-concealing coat.

“Wow,” Kate said, blushing as she saw Yelena in so much black leather…

As attractive as she was, Kate couldn’t say that Yelena was particularly curvy, but wearing that much leather that tight was its own kind of endowment. And she had a lot of hips. Seeing her, Kate felt a magnetic pull to that pear-shaped body where it was most ripe.

And why shouldn’t she? She was the alpha, after all. Yelena wanted her to be the alpha. And Yelena had already seen her half-naked—it was her turn to get something out of this.

She put her hands on Yelena’s hips, squeezing into the juicy fullness she felt filling out the back of Yelena’s catsuit.

Yelena went cross-eyed, her breath panting out of her. She reached for the zipper at her neck and Kate didn’t know if it was to expose herself or simply so that she was better able to breathe.

She froze Yelena with a crisp “Not yet.”

Yelena stopped, her finger through the O-ring that would reveal herself.

“When I want it,” Kate told her. “Not before.”

“Don’t you want it now?” Yelena asked, exasperated. Her face was getting so red she could’ve been burning up.

“I want this,” Kate said, tilting Yelena’s face slightly upward. Looking at it, memorizing the look on her face. The need but also the fright.

She had to be gentle with Yelena, so very gentle… this could feel so good for her if only Kate was gentle.

Her lips found Yelena’s. It was hard to describe what she felt kissing Yelena. It was a little like what she’d thought kissing would be like, what it had felt like when Yelena had kissed her, and it was something else too.

Warm and natural and emotional, for her and for Yelena. Emotion that swept through her and ran into Yelena and came back to Kate. It was something it hadn’t been when Yelena had kissed her. It was better.

Yelena must’ve felt the same way. She backed up, frowning, her brows knitting together in a cutely irritated look that made Kate grin dopily. “Was I not doing it right before?” she asked.

“No, it was fine before,” Kate told her, trying to explain. “It’s just… you know… alphas give, omegas take. Not the other way around.”

“That makes no sense. My lips are the same as yours. I should be able to—”

“Shhhh,” Kate said, putting a finger to Yelena’s mouth. “Your lips are just as good as mine. Which is why you must want mine as much as I want yours.”

Then they were kissing again, Kate kissing Yelena, the right way, the natural way, and it felt so good for both of them that they were deep into the kiss before either of them realized how intense it could be. Their lips curved together with aching need, need created and need gratified.

The lingering beauty of the contact between them went on and on until the elevator dinged and its doors clopped open, letting in a bracing gust of air from the cool environs that hadn’t been heated by their lust for each other.

“Observation deck is closed for the evening,” Kate announced, pulling Yelena out of the elevator. She thought of returning for the shreds of her evening gown, but after a few steps into the night air, it seemed way too far to go back for it. “I have you all to myself.”

She’d loved the observation deck ever since she was a small child, drawn to all things high up and Art Deco. It was essentially a large glass dome—they gussied it up with words like ‘pavilion’—a circle that was squared by the physical rooftop.

In three corners, there were the air conditioning units, water towers, and elevator housing that a building needed on its top floor. The fourth corner was a balcony where people could step outside and see the city without feeling like they were inside a greenhouse. The door to that balcony never quite shut properly, bleeding out heat and leaving the observation deck chilly as a glass of martini.

Somehow, that seemed just perfect tonight. With the elevator doors shutting again, Kate hooked a finger into the zipper of Yelena’s catsuit and exerted just enough pressure to keep the O-ring pointed downward, even if gravity flipped for some reason.

“I want it now,” she told Yelena and stared Yelena in the face to memorize that sweetly irked face, the frosty disposition centered around eyes that were boiling hot with need Yelena didn’t quite want to show.

And when she actually pulled the zipper down Yelena’s costume, the frostfire paleness on her body promised to be cool to the touch and to burn as hot as Kate managed to warm her. Kate leaned in, peppering the space under Yelena’s throat with kiss after kiss. The further she went down, following that lowering zipper, the hotter the skin she found under her lips.

She stopped when the first wisps of pubic hair appeared between the opening teeth of the zipper. Kate brushed her lips against them. They made her smile. But Yelena was groaning, muscles tensing into knots as she tried to hold herself back long enough to get what she wanted.

“Do you want me to have this?” Kate asked, looking up at Yelena, making Yelena look down to her and look her in the eyes and see that the woman who had so much power over her was on her knees, but in no way kneeling to her. “Is this mine?”

“Yes,” Yelena gasped out.

Kate moved her lips sideways… kissing across a thigh that felt thick and powerful, even through the suit… brushing her lips on the rugged belt of Yelena’s holster… and teasing the zipper lower, more of Yelena’s pubic hair emerging, surprisingly dark. But she ignored it. Kate was rounding Yelena’s hip, looking behind her to where her glutes jutted out in all their sizable abundance.

“You have a great… big… ass… Yelena Belova,” Kate said, putting her hands on Yelena’s comparatively narrow waist and then skimming them down to take two thick handfuls of Yelena’s ass. “Cute little tits, but a nice fat ass.”

Yelena clenched. Kate could see her. The muscles tensing in her belly, the tightness gathered between her legs. Even Yelena must’ve known how much fun an alpha could have with a thick rump like she had.

She kissed Yelena’s belly, feeling the whole thing stiffen, Yelena’s musculature come out with abs that felt like ice cubes in a tray. Kate ran her tongue between them. Her hands squeezed Yelena’s ass.

It would be fun as hell to play with all that luscious flesh when Yelena was in a thong, or nothing at all, but for now, she enjoyed playing with the Black Widow. All that leather—did anyone actually find it intimidating? Or did everyone just want to fuck whoever was wearing it?