Chapter Text
Part I: Red’s perspective.
Raymond Reddington never slept deeply. It was seldom physically safe for him to do so and, even in the most secure of his safe houses, he found that a full surrender of his guard only led to flame-lit nightmares. He relied on cat naps throughout the day to make up for the lack of a full night’s sleep and often eschewed going to bed altogether, in favor of dozing lightly in a chair. Tonight was no different, despite his physical exhaustion from another full day on the run from the Cabal. He drifted off for minutes at a time and then jerked awake at the slightest noise. Mostly, it was the rumble of a passing car or even the creaks of the century-old house settling on its foundation. But this time, the sound made the hairs on the back of his neck rise.
There was a low moan coming from Lizzie’s room.
Red was out of the chair and at her door in seconds. His fear only spiked when he found it locked. “Elizabeth?!?” he called out. “What’s wrong? Open the door!”
Her only response was a louder moan.
Red didn’t hesitate. He took three steps back and kicked in the door.
It took a few seconds for his eyes to adjust to the dark enough to see her, but other senses instantly relayed vital information to him.
The room was freezing. It was February in Toronto and Lizzie had not only turned off the heat, but flung open both windows to the frigid night air.
Her moans were louder and more frequent now, with little pants in between.
But most of all, there was the scent assaulting his nose: the unmistakable fragrance of a unbonded omega in heat.
Red’s hindbrain responded before he could even clearly see her writhing naked on the bed. He always felt insanely protective of Liz, but at this moment, he would have torn apart even Dembe for attempting to enter the room.
“Elizabeth…” His already deep voice had automatically dropped a half-octave into the range most soothing to distressed omegas. Her body shuddered in response to his call, but she did not otherwise respond and her fingers never slowed as they strove to give her the release that biology dictated only an Alpha’s knot could deliver.
Reddington moved to her side and placed the inside of his wrist against her forehead. As he suspected, she was burning up despite the frigid temperature of the room. She had been in heat at least five hours, then. That explained her extreme irritability at dinner when she had nearly torn his head off when he initiated their normal verbal sparring. At the time, he had chalked it up to Lizzie’s own physical exhaustion and was relieved when she stalked off to her room immediately afterwards. Instead of falling into a deep slumber that would restore her body and mind, she had instead fallen into heat.
“Oh, sweetheart,” Red breathed.
Liz trembled again at the sound of his voice, then arched her back as an orgasm rolled through her. Even with the fresh air streaming in, the room completely filled with her sweet almond scent as slick flooded her thighs. Red leapt from the bedside and slammed the windows closed before the smell of an omega in heat escaped to draw the curiosity of the neighbors or any passersby. Without ventilation, Lizzie’s scent grew intoxicating. Red hardened painfully and he dug his fingers into the window sill for a moment to steady himself before turning back to the bed and its occupant.
Although aftershocks of her self-brought orgasm were still visibly shaking her, Liz was already riding the next wave of heat-induced desire. Her left hand fisted into the sheets as her right urgently pumped two, then three slender fingers into her soaking wet center. She was trying and clearly failing to approximate the stretch of the knot she so desperately needed. Red shook his head.
“Where is your kit, Elizabeth?”
At the sound of her name, Liz opened her eyes, but she didn’t seem to actually see Red before her lids fluttered shut again. Even in the low light, he noticed that her pupils were blown with lust, leaving the barest rim of blue iris. It was a bad sign that she was this far gone in only a few hours.
“Your kit, Lizzie?” Red asked urgently. “Where are your things for your heat?”
She didn’t answer, just shuddered through another orgasm. The almond scent of her slick doubled as her pussy contracted around her fingers. This time, her release clearly gave her even less relief than last time and she whimpered as her hand redoubled its efforts. A dangerous flush lit her cheeks.
Red grabbed Liz’s go bag and emptied it out onto the floor. As he rifled through the scattered contents searching in vain for her heat kit, his hindbrain sent several unhelpful messages to him about the receptive state of the unbonded omega mere feet away and his own erection. He shook his head to clear it and then scrubbed his hands across his face as he realized that whatever else was in the blonde former agent’s go bag, it did not include a heat kit. There was however, a ripped piece of foil and plastic that upon inspection proved to be an empty square from a blister pack. Judging from the openings it had once held two pills. Red was unsure if the medication was Elizabeth’s last dose of suppressants or the newly over the counter emergency anti-heat pills, but it was clear that it had been ineffective.
On the bed, Lizzie moaned with new urgency and his hindbrain screamed at him, Take her.
Red had done many things in his life that he supposed he owed account for by some ordinary person’s moral code. However, he was not an ordinary person and the extraordinary circumstances of the last few decades of his life had called for a different set of guidelines. Ones designed to keep him alive and protect those he loved.
Raymond Reddington loved Elizabeth Keen.
Without reservation.
And he would do anything to protect her. Had done things that were so unequivocally horrible that they had shocked even him afterwards. Shocked, but not made him regret them. Because in the end, they had kept his Lizzie alive.
At this moment, Red would have slaughtered in a heartbeat any Alpha who would have dared approach Elizabeth while she was too impaired by her hormonal onslaught to give consent. The hard truth, though was the only Alpha approaching Lizzie was Red himself and he did so knowing he was violating something sacred between them, even if it was purely to keep her safe from her own run-amok biology.
“Lizzie, listen to me, honey,” Red murmured as he moved closer to the bed. “I can’t find your heat kit. You forgot to pack one in your go bag. That was careless, Elizabeth. Dangerous.” He paused to kneel on the bed and as the mattress shifted under his weight, Liz opened her eyes and seemed to be aware of him finally. Their eyes locked for a long moment and then, her gaze slid down his torso and she stared intently as the bulge in his pants.
Red swallowed. He didn’t think he could get any harder, but this was what his body was designed to do after all. To respond to an unbonded omega in heat. To arouse him to the point that his cock was so huge and almost inhumanly hard that it could satisfy the omega in the way that a Beta penis or the omega’s own fingers could never accomplish. It was the reason why the knotting dildos in a heat kit were almost cartoonishly large. An omega would experience hours even days of agonizing desire without lasting release from any orgasms that didn’t include an Alpha’s knot or the synthetic approximation. An unsatisfied heat was medically unsafe, especially in an unbonded and relatively young omega like Lizzie.
Before a Supreme Court case upheld the right to access knotting dildos, many omegas injured themselves or even died trying to either make it through their heats without mating with an Alpha or satisfy themselves with makeshift phalluses. Red was old enough to remember a Naval Academy classmate’s girlfriend who had perished that way while her Alpha was confined to quarters due to some minor infraction. He could not remember why the Alpha was being punished, but he would never forget her howls of anguish at learning that her mate had died after spiking a heat-induced fever of 108 in her own dorm room at St. John’s College, just a mile from the Academy’s campus.
Red grimaced as he remembered the feel of Elizabeth’s forehead. She was burning up already. She needed a knot quickly. He knew there was a 24 hour Shoppers Drug Mart three or four blocks away. It was sure to stock over the counter emergency heat kits –the Canadians were so much more sensible about sex than their neighbors to the south. He could duck out and grab one.
But meanwhile Lizzie would be left vulnerable if the Cabal discovered this safe house. And, Raymond feared that the necessary misdirections he’d have to take returning from the Shoppers to Elizabeth might take so long that her temperature would spike even further. She could experience febrile convulsions or even die.
There was only one choice.
Red already knew he was going to hell, but at that moment, the fact that his cock hardened even further sealed his surety about his eternal damnation.
He was going to fuck Elizabeth Keen, his Lizzie. And, although it was to save her life, even though it would make her hate him even more than she already rightfully did, Red knew he was going to enjoy it and, then roast in hell forever.
Liz’s eyes were still focused on his groin. Her lips were parted wetly as she panted and moaned. And her fingers never left her slick-drenched pussy as she tried to give herself what only Red could.
“Lizzie, look at me.” Reddington said gently. She undulated at the sound of her voice, but her sight didn’t wavered from his cloth-covered erection.
“Look at me!” Red commanded. Elizabeth’s eyes snapped up and they locked gazes.
“I know what you need, honey. I wish there was some other way to give it to you, but there isn’t.” Red shook his head. “For that, I am so sorry.”
Liz cocked her head to the side slightly and her brow furrowed, but seconds later, her eyes glazed over and she was cumming again from grinding against her own hand.
“You don’t understand a word that I’m saying. Do you, poor baby?” Raymond murmured. “I bet you’ve never been this far gone in heat before.”
Red himself had never personally seen an omega kept unsatisfied during a heat. It was the one torture tactic he never allowed, even if he disregarded the rest of the Geneva convention. Now he understood fully why even the threat of that cruel technique had kept Omegas out of the military and government service for most of the country’s history. Liz’s level of desire was terrible.
Terrible and at the same time, darkly alluring.
He’d seen her in so many emotional and physical states before, but never like this. Elizabeth was pure animal need right now and, yet absolutely beautiful as always. Red knew she’d never have voluntarily let this side of herself show to anyone, let alone him. He hoped that under other circumstances, he would never have stripped her of that particular dignity. He had cost her so much already. And he feared what he was about to do would take from her all she had left in the way of respect and trust toward him. But there was no other choice.
Raymond adjusted his position on the bed so that he lay next to Liz. He lay his hand on her belly just above her neat thatch of pubic hair. This was naturally brunette unlike the bleached locks of her head, but made even darker with the slick her pussy was producing in anticipation of an Alpha’s oversized cock. Red brushed his thumb lightly over these curls and the effect was instantaneous. Lizzie grabbed his hand and pressed it against her core as she came hard. Her almond-scented slick coated his palm and fingers. He longed to withdraw that hand and taste her, but the heat rising from her body reminded him of how little time there was to prepare her for his cock if he was to save her life.
He angled his palm so that his long, agile fingers cupped her sex. He gently parted her and stroked at the glistening pearl standing at attention. Elizabeth writhed under his hand as her caressed her clit. It took only a few strokes and she orgasmed again. Maybe two or three times more and she would be ready, he thought.
Her thighs were wet with her juices as he bent his head to her pussy. Red licked an experimental stripe from her perineum up to her throbbing clit and then gently sucked it. He groaned at the taste of her, a heady sweetness that made him want to plunge his cock into her immediately.
Elizabeth, meanwhile, was crying out her release.
Red laved his tongue against her a second time, then pointed it and swirled around her clit, feeling it harden into a tight bud under his ministrations. He stroked his fingers through the slick on her trembling thighs before sliding two into her pussy and the third into her ass.
Lizzie exploded, but he immediately worked her though the orgasm to a second peak before removing his mouth and hand.
As she shook through the aftershocks, Raymond stood up from the bed and quickly stripped off his clothing. The room had warmed somewhat since he closed the windows, but the cool air was still uncomfortable against the extensive burn scars on his back. He was grateful Elizabeth was too preoccupied with her own body’s demands to notice the grotesque pitting and webbing on his skin. She was so far gone that he doubted she would even register the odd texture if she grasped his back once he entered her.
From his pants pocket, he took a small, slim platinum case and weighed it in both hands as he made a decision. The case contained three condoms specially designed to accommodate the massive phallus of an Alpha and, of course, his or her knot. Red could don one before fucking Lizzie. The sheaths were thin enough to not interfere with either of their pleasure and would ensure that their coupling would not result in a child. However, the prostaglandins in Alpha semen were known to be beneficial to omega’s experiencing a harder than usual heat and Raymond wanted to give Elizabeth the best chance of a full recovery. And, to be honest, his hindbrain was obsessed with the thought of sliding bare into Lizzie and filling her with his cum.
One might as well be hanged for a sheep as a lamb, Red mused as he set the case of condoms down.
By now, Liz had come down from her multiple orgasm and was starting to make needy noises again. “Hold on, Lizzie.” Red said soothingly. “Just a few more minutes and I will make it all better.” He knelt back on the bed and positioned himself between her legs. His cock was the biggest it had ever been and was leaking pre-cum. He took Elizabeth’s hand in his own larger one and smoothed the fluid over the head of his cock. Her eyes met his again and he smiled. “Feel that, Elizabeth? It’s what you need, right?”
To his surprise, she actually managed a coherent answer. “Y-y-yes! Please!”
“Of course, Lizzie,” he responded. “Anything for you. Always.”
As Lizzie’s hand tightened on his cock and began stroking him even harder, Red used his own hands to shift her into missionary position beneath him with a pillow beneath her hips. This canted her body at the best possible angle for his knot to do her the most good once he penetrated her.
“Are you ready, Elizabeth?” Raymond asked.
“God, yes! Now!” she panted.
Red positioned his cock against her sex. He rubbed the leaking head against her clit in a lazy circle before sliding it down to her entrance. Liz arched against him, trying to force him in. “Please!”
The sound of an omega begging to be bred was all the encouragement his hindbrain needed. Raymond had intended to go slow, be oh so gentle with his Lizzie. However, he was in the grip of his own biology now and rut took over. He thrust into Elizabeth and gasped at her how hot, tight, and wet she was. Her pussy was already contracting with an orgasm from finally being penetrated by an Alpha cock and as her sex pulsed around his, Red lost all hesitation. His hands found her hips and gripped them as he surged into her again and again. He knew he was leaving bruises. That once Lizzie came out of her heat, for days she would have the marks of his fingers as reminders that he’d fucked her. He did not care.
Beneath him, Liz was cumming and cumming. She fisted her hands in her hair and made helpless cries of pleasure as she crested what seemed like countless times, but her body was still not satisfied. It would drive her until she had his knot.
Raymond’s hindbrain was in control, but his Alpha instincts were also protective. Part of him wanted to fuck the omega beneath him mercilessly until she was a begging mess, but Raymond never forgot that this was his Lizzie. She needed him to finish. Needed his hot semen and hard knot.
The thought of filling Elizabeth with his cum and knot was all it took to bring Red over the edge. He fucked her through his orgasm until the gland on his cock swelled to its full size locking them together. Only then did he feel the final tension leave her body.
Careful not to pull against their tie, Red rolled so that his weight was off Liz and she lay atop him. He planted a kiss on top of her messy blonde locks before the effort of mating finally hit him. For the first time in twenty-some years, Raymond Reddington fell completely asleep.