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Café Sori lay nestled between a pharmacy and a pet grooming shop. An unassuming coffee shop with a small drink menu and some pastry offerings but little else. The most flattering thing about it would have to be the homey charm one could only find in the suburbs; with its dated decor and soft lighting from old pendant lamps. Tables lined the walls, and a few patrons sat scattered through the surprisingly spacious area. The air smelled of coffee and vanilla, the hiss of the coffee machine blending with soft music flowing from a set of speakers to create the perfect atmosphere.
Rumi tapped the fingers of her left hand on the table, the controlled rhythm belying her steadily souring mood. She sighed and swiped her thumb across her phone screen. It was already eighteen past four, and no new e-mails had popped up in her inbox since she'd last checked it a few minutes earlier.
Her other hand tightened around a cup of black coffee. A waitress had set it in front of her fifteen minutes ago, and the ceramic had long since cooled to a dull lukewarm. She took a sip anyway and immediately grimaced as the acidic bitterness hit her tongue. But it wasn't just the coffee that left a bitter taste in her mouth.
Her date was late.
Rumi had little patience for tardiness. As the VP of public relations at Sunlight Entertainment, she lived by a strict schedule. Every second of her day was valuable, and she ran her life with the same precision she expected from everyone else around her.
She briefly considered opening Apex² to send a quick message, but thought better of it. If her date wasn't interested enough to show up on time, Rumi wasn't about to waste another second on her either.
And maybe that was for the best. What was she even thinking, going on a date with another Alpha in public. No matter how unlikely it was for either of them to run into someone they knew out here, the possibility still loomed—like a bomb waiting for the wrong person to find and set it off.
She'd started to gather her things, purse resting atop her thighs as she slipped her phone inside when the chime above the café door announced a new arrival. Her eyes snapped up at the sound, and her heart skipped a beat at the sight of long, hot pink hair catching the late-afternoon sun.
The woman striding inside was a vision. Stunning from head to toe. Rumi had seen pictures already, of course—they'd been chatting online for a while before finally agreeing to meet—but they hadn't done her justice.
Mira looked like she'd stepped straight out of a haute couture magazine, wearing a draped black blouse that fell in soft, deliberate folds over her shoulders. A pair of dark, perfectly fitted jeans rounded out the look and made it feel effortlessly chic. Matching ankle boots added a subtle edge, and a small structured handbag swung lightly at her side. Her body was a work of art, and she clearly knew how to showcase it. Rumi didn't expect any less from Korea's hottest, most prolific fashion photographer.
However, for a first date at a small café in the middle of nowhere—far away from prying eyes—the outfit was undeniably overkill.
Rumi smoothed a hand over her simple cream‑colored turtleneck, suddenly aware of how plain it looked compared to Mira's polished flair. Her tailored pants and low‑heeled boots were perfectly appropriate for a coffee date—clean, practical, efficient—and yet she couldn't help but feel somewhat underdressed. A feeling she hadn't anticipated, let alone prepared for.
She had to remind herself that she didn't do self-doubt or insecurity. Not in front of another Alpha. Especially not when she had fantasized about bending said Alpha over the next available surface to assert her dominance—among other things—since the very first day they'd chatted.
Her scent spiked at the mere thought of Mira writhing underneath her. Cedar and clean musk curled into the air around her, unfiltered and raw. She bit the inside of her cheek to keep herself and her raging pheromones in check. She'd mastered the skill of self-control a long time ago, and it wasn't going to fail her now.
After she'd set her purse back on the table, Rumi lifted her chin and straightened in her seat. She watched Mira pause at the entrance. Her date scanned the café, gaze flitting from table to table until it finally landed on Rumi. Recognition softened her steely features, and she crossed the distance between them with quick, purposeful steps.
"Hello, Rumi."
Mira's deep voice pulled a shiver from her, one she tried to hide behind a slow roll of her shoulders. Up close, the other Alpha was even prettier—smooth skin, sharp yet delicate features, minimal makeup. And her scent… jasmine warmed by something spicy and sweet Rumi couldn't quite place, drifting toward her in soft, teasing waves.
Fuck, she smelled good. So good, in fact, that Rumi had to stop herself from leaning closer to catch another sniff.
"You're late," she shot back instead, clicking her tongue.
She needed to get a grip. Losing her cool in front of another Alpha—especially this one—wasn't an option. She had to focus. She had to impress. It was their first date, after all.
Mira lifted a perfectly shaped eyebrow at the jab.
"Sorry," she said, unfazed. "Traffic was a bitch."
"I don't appreciate being made to wait."
Mira's lips curved into a sly smile, dimpling her cheeks. Rumi's pulse fluttered in turn, something electric simmering beneath her calm exterior.
"Then maybe I should make it up to you."
She gave Mira another once-over, lingering this time on perfectly shaped breasts and the subtle swell at the apex of toned thighs. When her gaze returned to Mira's face, she realized the other woman was studying her with the same level of interest.
Rumi smacked her lips.
"And how do you plan on doing that?"
Mira let out a low chuckle. Heat slid through Rumi at the rich timbre.
"Why don't we take this somewhere more private so I can show you?"
—
The bathroom in the back of the café was just about big enough for the two of them to squeeze inside. Mira had locked the door behind them, and now she was looking at Rumi with barely concealed hunger in her eyes.
A slight tremor ran through Rumi's fingers as she fumbled with the button of her pants. Anticipation gathered in her chest, warm and overwhelming. She'd waited so long for this, imagined it in so many ways, and now it was finally real.
If only she could get her hands to cooperate.
"Let me help you with that," Mira husked into her ear.
Her warm breath, paired with that unmistakable Alpha presence, sent a shiver down Rumi's spine. Mira was two, maybe three inches taller than Rumi, and the height difference did something to her she'd never willingly admit.
With a huff, she let the other woman take over.
For now.
Mira's motions were fluid—and far steadier than her own. She was fully aware that Mira had far more experience with these kinds of meet‑ups. They'd already talked at length about their sexual exploits before today, so she knew all about Mira's body count. Specifically her Alpha body count.
For Rumi, it was the first time being with another Alpha. She'd spent months imagining what it might feel like to have that kind of relationship with someone of her own designation—what the power dynamics might look like, in which ways they would shift and evolve.
Those thoughts had consumed her until, eventually, she'd gathered enough courage to create an Apex² account.
Striking up conversations with other high-profile Alphas on a dating website had seemed daunting at first. It definitely took some getting used to. Apex² was specifically tailored to high-end clients who valued and expected a certain degree of privacy. Society still largely frowned upon relationships between same-designation partners—unless they were Betas—so anonymity and discretion were key. Especially for someone like her.
Mira wasn't the first Alpha she had talked to, but she'd certainly left an impression when they matched. Her cocky, assertive demeanor—and her open willingness to submit—had intrigued Rumi instantly. She herself preferred to dominate, to be the one in control. The one calling the shots. It made them a near perfect match.
Setting up a date had been the natural next step, and here they were.
Though she had to admit that this wasn't exactly how she had planned for their first date to go. Not that she was complaining. The escalation was sudden, but definitely not unwelcome. She'd pretty much wanted Mira since their first conversation online.
When she heard her zipper sliding down, Rumi snapped back to the present. The sound cut through the haze of anticipation like a lightning strike splitting a tree.
Her cock was already hard and throbbing, straining almost uncomfortably against her tight briefs. Nimble fingers slid into her pants and cupped her bulge. They curved around it, mapping its erect shape with barely-contained eagerness.
"Mhhh," Mira hummed, "someone's excited."
Rumi's chest vibrated with a low rumble—a whisper of a growl. Not quite threatening, but a warning nevertheless. She wouldn't be teased or toyed with like some lesser Alpha, begging for whatever Mira was willing to give.
No—Rumi would take from Mira until she had her fill.
"Don't worry," Mira soothed. "You're still in charge."
She ran her other hand down the side of Rumi's face and along her neck before curling it around her nape.
"So tell me, how would you like me?"
Mira rubbed her through the thin material of her briefs. Her touch was confident and teasing as she stroked the entirety of Rumi's impressive length. First slow and controlled, then faster and with more intent.
Rumi couldn't help the way her hips rocked into Mira's firm palm.
There were so many things she wanted Mira to do for her. So many scenarios she had dreamed up and vivid images she had pleasured herself to. But only one tightened the knot in her stomach into something fierce, something overwhelming.
"I want you on your knees," she rasped. "And begging for my cock."
Mira leaned in so close that they shared the same breath, tension coiling tight between them.
"Anything for you, Alpha," she whispered back.
The bathroom exploded with Rumi's scent. It crawled up the half-tiled walls like a creature possessed, pushing into every corner of the small space. There was no escaping its reach. Not for either of them.
Mira crashed their lips together, a growl of her own tearing from her throat and spilling into Rumi's mouth. She swallowed it greedily, drinking it down with Mira's saliva like she'd never tasted anything sweeter before.
And maybe she hadn't. Because Mira kissed the way she looked, taking Rumi's breath away with each languid stroke of her tongue.
Her own hands slid into hot pink hair as she pushed Mira into the door and bucked her hips.
"Fuck," Mira groaned against her lips. "You're so fucking hard already."
Rumi tightened her grip in Mira's hair and pulled, breaking the contact after another fierce kiss. Mira snarled, the pristine white of her canines flashing. It was a flare of frustration, of barely contained want—and Rumi reveled in it.
She allowed herself a moment to drink the other Alpha in. Mira's lips looked bruised, her cheeks warmed by a furious blush. What little of her scent came through smelled sickeningly sweet, almost like an Omega in heat.
Luckily, Rumi knew better.
She could feel the outline of Mira's erection with every roll of her hips. Her own hands hadn't even wandered below those delicate shoulders yet, let alone her waistline, and Mira was already this hard for her.
But her inner Alpha didn't care. This wasn't about Mira's pleasure. It was about her own—about the primal beast inside her, urging her to take.
"Get on your knees."
The steel in her voice left no room for objections. Mira followed the command without breaking eye contact, pupils blown wide. Rumi took half a step back to make as much room as she could, her calves bumping unceremoniously against the toilet seat.
Once in position, Mira curled her fingers into the waistband of Rumi's briefs and pulled. Her cock sprang free, bobbing heavy between her legs. She felt hot all over, and the air conditioning of the café did little to soothe her heated flesh.
"God, you're big," Mira groaned.
Rumi slid her right hand into Mira's hair and lightly scratched her nails across her scalp. The Alpha below her rumbled contently, a strange sound echoing faintly from somewhere deep within her chest. For a second, she thought it was simply another low growl, but then Mira did it again, louder.
Wait, was that—
"Did you just purr?"
Rumi had never heard an Alpha purr before, not even her own sire. She knew it was possible, an evolutionary trait designed to soothe and support Omegas during and after pup-rearing. But centuries of shifting social hierarchies had weakened the instinct across most Alpha lines.
Not only was it rare, but it was seen as a sign of weakness, of submission. And yet here Mira was—on what was supposed to be a casual first coffee date no less—letting that instinct slip free right in front of her.
"Only for big, bad Alphas like you."
Mira punctuated her words by nuzzling against Rumi's cock. The contact sent a jolt through her groin. Rumi tightened her grip in Mira's hair as another purr shook loose from her chest, this one deeper, throatier.
Soft lips brushed kisses along her length, starting from the thick base and moving slowly to the tip. Mira was about to suck it into her mouth when Rumi yanked her back, tilting her head upward so their gazes met. Pure lust shone in Mira's dark eyes. The kind of lust that was scarily overwhelming. It tipped Rumi's pheromones toward something feral.
"I told you to beg for it first, didn't I?"
The way Mira leaned into her hold was intoxicating, like she was daring Rumi to ruin her.
"Please," the Alpha begged with a sinful smile, "I want your cock." Firm hands smoothed over her thighs before clawing into her tailored pants, crumpling the stiff fabric in a near vise-like grip. "I want you to fuck my mouth and make me choke on it."
At Mira's words, the first drizzle of pre-cum threatened to drip from her throbbing cock. Rumi wrapped her free hand around her shaft and gave it a few lazy pumps, then pressed the tip against Mira's bottom lip, smearing a trail across it. Her lip glistened faintly in the sterile light of the bathroom.
"Lick."
Mira's tongue swiped along her bottom lip to sample Rumi's cum, grazing her cock as it moved.
She couldn't tell which one of them moaned louder.
Somewhere in the back of her mind, Rumi was vaguely aware that this was still the restroom of a café—even if it was tucked away in the back, with music playing outside to hopefully mitigate any noise. If someone were to catch them in the act, someone who recognized either of them, it could have near-catastrophic consequences for her career. And yet, she couldn't find it in herself to care. This right here was her wildest fantasy come true, and she wouldn't let anything get in the way of fulfilling it.
As she continued to stare down at this beautiful Alpha waiting on her knees like she was about to repent for her sins, a sudden flicker of hesitation moved through her.
"Do I—" Rumi paused briefly, pacing herself. "I don't have to worry about being too rough, right? You said you like it that way?"
Mira nodded despite Rumi's tight hold.
"As rough as you want to be. I can take it."
She twisted her hand in Mira's hair, just to see if she was telling the truth. The answer to her little test came in the form of another, more guttural moan.
"Good," Rumi breathed as she readied herself. "Then take it."
Mira's lips parted around her cock, the head slipping inside easily. Rumi pushed into her much slower than either of them had probably anticipated, but something about this moment made her want to savor it. The first blowjob from another Alpha. It was special—something to be enjoyed to the fullest. Whatever rational part of Rumi still remained wanted to relish every second of it.
Mira's tongue immediately circled the tip of her cock, lapping at its slit for any remaining drops of her cum. She teased gently at first, like she took just as much pleasure in this slow start as Rumi did. Then she flattened her tongue against the underside of her cock and swiped upward in a flicking motion.
"Fuck." Rumi gasped. "Do that again."
Mira flicked her tongue in the same way and Rumi doubled over, barely catching herself with one arm as her forehead thumped against the cool bathroom door. Her stomach tingled with a rush of sensation that tightened into a growing pressure. Each time Mira repeated the motion, she felt that pressure coil tighter and tighter.
But she couldn't break. Not yet. Not when she had barely claimed Mira.
She bucked forward, sheathing another few inches in the wet heat of Mira's eager mouth. The suddenness of the action drew a surprised noise from the other Alpha. She slid in further and further—noting with a quiet thrill how Mira started to gag a little—until her entire length disappeared.
For a moment, Rumi simply held her there, enjoying the warmth while also giving Mira time to get used to her size and how it filled her mouth. Soon, Mira was purring again. Her throat rumbled with it, and Rumi could feel the vibrations thrumming against her cock.
Her free hand slid into Mira's hair as well, bracing her head on both sides. She thrust into Mira's mouth once, twice, just to see how she would handle it. And Mira took her like she had been waiting for Rumi her entire life.
"I won't hold back." She growled at the sight. "This is all the mercy you're going to get."
Another wave of Mira's pheromones came through, needy and tempting. Her purring intensified, and Rumi lost all sense of restraint. She withdrew from her mouth only to slam back inside. Then again. And again. She hit the back of Mira's throat with each brutal thrust, pulling the rawest, most desperate sounds from her.
The air in the bathroom was thick with their clashing scents, Rumi's clearly dominating over Mira's. She didn't know how the other Alpha was even able to breathe right now. What little air Mira dragged in through her nose must be stifling. And yet she made no attempt to pull away, even when Rumi pounded her mouth like it owed her something.
Mira's lips dragged along her length, her cheeks hollowing as she tried to keep up with Rumi's relentless pace. Rumi slammed into her so hard that the back of her head bumped against the door. Each time she thrust into her, that dull thud echoed through the space, louder and louder. But Rumi couldn't stop, couldn't slow down, not even when tears started gathering at the corners of Mira's eyes.
"I'm so fucking close," she groaned. "Gonna come in your pretty mouth."
Her legs shook under the strain of her tightening muscles, hips stuttering from the sheer effort it took to pound into Mira like that. She was going to break any second now. Just a couple more thrusts. Just—
Looking down again, she caught Mira with her eyes tightly shut, a single tear sliding down her flushed cheek.
The image made the pressure in her stomach detonate. She shot her load straight down Mira's abused throat, rutting into her in a near frenzy. Sure hands reached around her to grip her ass and hold her close as Mira gulped down her seed, one violent spurt at a time.
Her cock twitched a couple more times—each pulse a little weaker than the last—before her cum finally tapered off.
Slowly, both Alphas released their hold on the other. Rumi pulled out of Mira's mouth, her cock dragging along those pouty lips one last time. It disconnected with a wet pop. A thick thread of spit and cum stretched in the wake of the movement, but it snapped after an inch or two.
Mira swallowed thickly. She sucked in deep breaths, looking utterly wrecked—hair mussed, nostrils flared, and tear lines marking her cheeks.
"Is there always so much of it?" she asked after a moment, still panting, her voice an octave deeper. When Rumi frowned at the question, she added, "Your release, I mean. Is it always this… intense?"
A telltale warmth crawled up Rumi's neck. "Yes. Sorry, I probably should've warned you about that."
Mira averted her gaze and shrugged. "It was a nice surprise."
"Nice?" Rumi shook her head, stifling a disbelieving laugh.
Mira nodded. She tucked a few loose strands of messy hair behind her ear. "I like your taste. Sweet, but also a little bitter."
"Well, I'm glad you enjoyed it."
She cringed as soon as it slipped out. Right after an orgasm—when her brain was still re-calibrating—was usually the time when she felt the least composed. Fortunately, Mira didn't seem to notice. She was more focused on getting back to her feet, bracing her hands against the walls on either side as she pushed herself upright.
Rumi caught her when she stumbled forward a bit.
"Are you okay?" she asked, unable to hide the concern in her voice. "I didn't overdo it, did I?"
"I'm fine. My legs are just a bit shaky."
"How's your head?"
Mira briefly touched the back of her head. She didn't exactly wince, but Rumi saw the small shift in her expression—a subtle hint of discomfort.
"I'm sorry," Rumi offered, and meant it. "I should've been more care—"
"No!" Mira's voice boomed, startling them both. She took a steadying breath, then continued more evenly, "I told you I like it rough. I don't want careful."
Silence fell over the tiny bathroom, the sudden, uncomfortable atmosphere between them softened only by the faint sound of music drifting in from the café's main room. For someone whose job partly revolved around damage control and crisis management, Rumi sure felt at a loss for words right about now. But to be fair, this wasn't a situation she'd ever been in before. There was no playbook to consult, no strategy she could implement. It was just her, being awfully human. Something she wasn't particularly good at.
Eventually, Mira cleared her throat.
"We should probably go before someone finds us in here."
At first, neither of them moved. Mira bit her lip, fingers fidgeting with the hem of her blouse. She looked younger and less put together than the woman who had strode into the café earlier. The whole scene was so endearing that Rumi instinctively reached for her wrist—right as Mira blinked out of her daze and turned to unlock the door.
"What about you?"
Rumi's gaze flicked down to the visible dent in Mira's form-fitting jeans.
"You don't have to. I can take care of it later. That's usually how it goes." She'd mumbled the last part, but Rumi caught it anyway.
"What? Why?"
"Most Alphas don't like returning the favor. They think it makes them look weak, or whatever." The forced nonchalance behind those words was painful to hear. Something about the way Mira so casually minimized the neglect she'd suffered at the hands of these mediocre Alphas struck a raw nerve in Rumi.
But it wasn't just the patterned refusal to reciprocate Mira's touch that hit her; it was the dawning realization that Rumi herself hadn't been acting any better. She'd treated Mira like an Alpha-shaped toy, there to bring her pleasure rather than another person with feelings and agency. Not once since they'd squeezed into the bathroom had she spared a thought to Mira's own needs—the woman who had just allowed herself to be used by Rumi in the most degrading way, and had so clearly enjoyed it. The least she could do was match her enthusiasm, because Mira deserved better after weeks of chatting, of building a tentative rapport that carried so much promise it was frightening.
When Mira tried to pull her wrist free, Rumi's fingers only closed harder around her. It felt like a challenge all of a sudden. Rumi had spent her whole adult life proving she could stand above the pack, and she wasn't about to back down now.
"Well, I'm not most Alphas."
She pulled Mira in, turned her sharply, and shoved her forward until she was braced against the small sink, the squared mirror above it catching their reflections. Rumi rested her chin on Mira's shoulder, a firm presence behind her. She circled her arms around the other Alpha, fingers working deftly at the stubborn denim around her waist.
This time, her hands were sure and steady, unlike Mira's trembling grip on the sink's edge. Rumi undid the button and pulled down the zipper. She slipped her hand past the waistband of Mira's panties to free her cock from its cotton cage.
Rumi hummed as she wrapped her fingers around Mira's cock, pumping her fist. The action earning her a soft, involuntary moan. The Alpha in her noted with mild satisfaction that Mira wasn't quite as big as her. Still impressive. Just no match for her own size.
"Someone's excited," she teased, echoing Mira's words from earlier.
"Rumi," Mira groaned, bucking her hips.
Rumi growled into her ear. "Call me Alpha."
She got rewarded with another moan, louder and higher in pitch. Apparently, the downside to the incredible blowjob Mira had just given her was that Rumi had missed out on all these beautiful sounds her mouth could make. But she had every intention of savoring them now.
"Alpha, please," Mira begged and Rumi just about lost the modicum of composure she'd managed to regain over the last few minutes.
She drew Mira closer, nosing at her scent gland from behind. Saccharine notes of jasmine hit her sinuses, undercut by a blend of warm spices. This close, she could pick out clove and cinnamon, maybe cardamom. Mira's pheromones were so much more complex than her own, though they lacked some of the usual gravitas most Alpha scents carried.
Maybe that was part of the reason why this whole encounter left her so disarmed. Why Rumi couldn't stop herself, couldn't pull away. Mira was exactly what she had been looking for in another Alpha—someone confident and capable, yet willing to submit. It was scary how perfectly she matched Rumi's needs; scary, and yet addicting.
Spurred on by her instinct to claim again, Rumi pressed her hips into Mira's ass, grinding against her, urging her into motion. Mira followed the cue easily. She rocked into Rumi's hand while instinctively sliding her own to the back of Rumi's head to pull her closer to her scent gland.
It didn't take long. Rumi had barely started stroking Mira more firmly when a shudder shook her body. She quickly moved her other hand to the tip, catching Mira's warm release in her palm. Rumi milked her for every drop, and for every helpless whine that came with it.
Once she was done, Rumi released Mira's slowly softening cock and tucked it back into her panties. The proof of Mira's desire sat hotly in her palm. She was about to wash it away when Mira grabbed her hand and brought it close to her face. Rumi watched through the mirror—utterly captivated—as Mira cleaned her palm, one deliberate swipe of her tongue at a time.
Her body stayed frozen, even after Mira was done swiping her tongue across her palm. She pressed a lingering, grateful kiss to it before letting go.
Rumi was simply too stunned to react, too unprepared for all of that. Thankfully, the wall behind her caught her as she leaned back, her arms falling uselessly to her sides.
Wow. Mira was just… wow.
After taking a moment at the mirror to make herself look halfway decent again, Mira turned toward her. Her demeanor seemed to have shifted back to something more self-assured.
"If you ever want to chat outside of Apex²…"
She slipped a business card into Rumi's hand, the textured surface grazing her skin and bringing her back to her senses. She looked at it—noting its minimalist design with a flicker of appreciation—before flipping it over. Written on the back in neat handwriting was a phone number. Mira's phone number.
Rumi swallowed the lump that had suddenly formed in her throat.
"Yeah, that—" She coughed lightly. "I'd like that."
Mira stepped up to her. She brushed her lips against Rumi's cheek in a kiss that had no business being as tender and sweet as it was. Not after what had transpired between them in the last fifteen or so minutes. But she couldn't deny the flutter beneath her ribs, the one that made her lean into the touch, wishing the kiss would last just a second longer.
When Mira pulled back, she was smiling again, something warm and soft and utterly beautiful. But behind that smile, Rumi caught the faintest shadow of sadness.
"See you around, Alpha."
The lock clicked softly. Mira slipped through the narrow gap, leaving the door half‑ajar in her wake. Rumi stared after her, business card heavy in her hand. She tucked it quietly into her purse. Then she rinsed her hands—movements quick, almost automatic—and dried them on the small towel by the sink before finally stepping out after her.
She paid for her abandoned cup of coffee, leaving an overly generous tip to make up for the lack of business, and pushed through the entrance into the world outside. The late spring air filled her lungs, crisp and cool, but it did little to ease the tightness in her chest. A tightness that kept increasing the closer she got to her car. The further she let herself walk away from the other Alpha.
Once she slid into the driver's seat, staring blankly ahead with her grip tightening on the steering wheel, Rumi wondered how she was supposed to go back to dating anyone else after this encounter with Mira.