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badathumanemotions · 3 months ago

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Turning Up the Heat

Emily Prentiss x Fem Reader MDNI Category: Smut CW: A/B/O, Alpha Emily, Omega Reader, Lesbian Sex, Oral, Squirting, Fingering, Knotting Dildo WC: 4,512 Emily and Y/N experiment with having their heat at the same time (Not Proof Read) Master List

The quiet hum of the refrigerator echoed through the dimly lit kitchen as Emily Prentiss carefully placed the last can of soda on the shelf. She checked the clock hanging above the sink—four more hours until her partner, Y/N, returned from her errands. The anticipation of their week-long retreat filled the air, thick with the promise of unbridled passion and uninterrupted intimacy. They had both been planning this meticulously for weeks, whispering sweet nothings into each other's ears during stolen moments at work, their eyes alight with desire.

Emily, an alpha in a world where roles were often predefined, felt a thrill of rebelliousness as she thought about the unorthodox path their relationship had taken. The BAU was no place for distractions, but when Y/N, a skilled and dedicated omega, had joined the team, all the rules had gone out the window. The chemistry between them had been undeniable, a silent current that had electrified the air until one fateful night, it had sparked into something more.

The house, their sanctuary, was now a bastion of comfort and indulgence. The bed was laden with fresh, plush linens, and the scent of vanilla filled the air—a subtle yet powerful aphrodisiac that seemed to cling to every surface. Emily had spent the day preparing, making sure that every detail was perfect for their synchronized heat. The fridge was stocked with Y/N's favourite snacks, the bedroom with an assortment of lubricants and toys that would cater to their every need.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the room in a warm, amber glow, Emily felt the first stirrings of her own heat. Her senses heightened, she could almost taste the sweetness of Y/N's scent, even though her partner was miles away. It was a challenge they had both agreed to, a chance to explore the depths of their connection in a way they never had before. The thrill of it all made Emily's heart race, her skin prickling with excitement.

The door finally creaked open, and Y/N stepped into the room, her eyes immediately finding Emily's. She had a knowing smile on her lips, her cheeks flushed from the cool evening air. They had agreed to wait until Y/N returned before letting the heat fully consume them, but the tension between them was palpable. Emily stepped closer, her eyes tracing the curve of Y/N's neck, the soft swell of her breasts beneath her sweater.

Without another word, they were in each other's arms, kissing with a fervour that stole their breath away. Emily's hands roamed over Y/N's body, feeling the familiar curves and valleys, while Y/N's nails dug into her back, pulling her closer. They stumbled towards the bedroom, clothes falling away like leaves in the wind.

Once they reached the bed, Emily took a moment to appreciate the sight of Y/N, naked and wanton before her. Her heat was potent, Emily couldn't resist. She kissed her way down Y/N's body, tracing the soft lines of her hips and the delicate skin of her inner thighs. When she reached the apex of Y/N's legs, she could feel the warmth radiating from her, the slickness that signaled she was more than ready.

Their eyes locked as Emily took a deep breath, her tongue flicking out to taste the sweetness she had been craving. Y/N's breath hitched, her body arching off the bed as the first wave of pleasure crashed over her. Emily felt her own heat spike in response, her own need growing more intense with every gasp and moan that filled the room.

The air was charged with something new, something primal and all-consuming. As they touched, kissed, and claimed each other, it was as if they were discovering each other all over again, their bodies speaking a language that transcended words.

Emily's tongue delved into Y/N's folds, lapping at her sweetness like a starving animal at a watering hole. Y/N's pussy was slick with need, her taste a heady intoxicant that sent Emily's senses spiraling out of control. Each stroke of her tongue was met with a whimper, a plea for more, and she eagerly complied, her own desire growing with every touch. She felt her own clit throb, begging for attention, but she pushed the need aside, focusing solely on the task of driving her omega wild.

Y/N's legs trembled as she approached her peak, her fingers tangling in Emily's hair, guiding her deeper. Emily felt the knot in her stomach tighten, the coil of pleasure that signaled her own heat was rising to meet Y/N's. They were in this together, a dance as old as time itself, and she revelled in the power she held over her partner's body.

With a growl of need, Emily slid two fingers into Y/N's wet heat, her thumb pressing firmly against the swollen bundle of nerves at the top of her sex. She curled them, angling them just right, and Y/N's eyes rolled back in her head, a keening cry escaping her lips. The sound was music to Emily's ears, a symphony of desire that urged her to go further, to push harder.

Y/N's hips bucked against her hand, her body desperately seeking the release that hovered just out of reach. Emily watched her omega's face, the way her cheeks flushed and her eyes glazed over with passion. She knew exactly what Y/N needed—what they both needed—and she was more than willing to give it to her.

With a predatory smirk, Emily leaned in closer, her tongue swiping a tantalizing path along Y/N's flesh before settling on her clit. The moment her mouth closed around the sensitive nub, Y/N's body jolted, a strangled gasp escaping her. Emily sucked with the perfect amount of pressure, her tongue flicking and teasing, savouring the salty-sweet flavour that was uniquely Y/N. She felt the muscles in Y/N's thighs tighten around her head, her partner's body trembling with the effort of holding back.

But Emily was an alpha with a plan. She slid her free hand down, her fingers dancing across Y/N's pelvis. With the palm of her hand, she applied pressure hoping to make Y/N squirt. The effect was immediate and electric—Y/N's walls clenched around her fingers, her body bowing off the bed as the first wave of orgasm washed over her.

Y/N's climax was a symphony of sensations for Emily. The sweet scent of her release filled the air, making her own need pulse harder, demanding attention. Y/N's juices spurted onto her face, warm and tangy, a testament to the power of their bond. Emily revelled in the moment, her tongue greedily lapping up the evidence of her partner's pleasure, her own desire growing with every drop.

But as Y/N's body began to relax, Emily's own need grew more insistent. Her hand didn't stop moving, instead, she picked up the pace, her fingers plunging in and out of Y/N's soaking wet cunt with a fervour that was almost animalistic.

"Alpha" Y/N gasped.

Emily's eyes gleamed with determination as she watched Y/N's body respond to her touch. She knew that she could push her omega further, wring out more pleasure, and she was eager to do so. Her own arousal grew with every tremble, every gasp from Y/N's lips.

From between Y/N's legs, Emily took a moment to appreciate the sight before her. Her omega's pussy was a wet, swollen masterpiece, glistening with arousal, and Emily felt a surge of possession that was as potent as it was primal. She didn't just want to give Y/N pleasure; she wanted to claim her, to mark her as irrevocably hers.

Her fingers moved with a rhythm that seemed almost predatory, a dance that spoke of need and dominance. She could feel the walls of Y/N's pussy tightening around her digits, each stroke bringing her closer to the edge of another climax. Y/N's hips bucked up to meet her, a silent plea for more, and Emily was more than happy to oblige.

As the second orgasm built within her, Y/N's nails dug into the sheets, her teeth gritted against the onslaught of sensation. Emily watched the play of emotions across her face, from desperation to euphoria and back again. The sight was intoxicating, a heady mix of power and love that made Emily's own pussy throb in response.

Her own heat was now a roaring fire in her belly, the need to claim her omega fully consuming her. With a final, hard thrust of her fingers, she sent Y/N spiraling over the edge once more, her body convulsing with the force of her release.

Emily didn't stop there. She knew that Y/N could take more, that she craved the relentless pursuit of pleasure. Her own arousal was a living, breathing entity between her legs, demanding to be satiated. She withdrew her fingers, glistening with Y/N's essence, and brought them to her own mouth, sucking them clean as she watched the aftershocks of pleasure ripple through her partner's body.

The taste of her omega was addictive, a flavor that only grew more potent as Y/N's heat grew stronger. Emily's nostrils flared as she took in her scent, her own body responding in kind. But she was an alpha, and she would not take until she had given everything she had to offer.

Her hand didn't still as Y/N's second orgasm subsided. Instead, she slammed her fingers back inside, hitting that perfect spot that made Y/N's toes curl and her back arch. The room was a cacophony of wet sounds and desperate cries, a symphony of passion that seemed to echo in the very walls.

Y/N's eyes snapped open, and she met Emily's gaze, a mix of shock and awe at the relentlessness of her alpha's touch. "Emily," she whimpered, her voice barely a whisper.

Emily's smile grew more feral, her eyes dark with need. "You're mine, omega," she murmured against Y/N's swollen clit, her tongue swirling around the sensitive nub with the finesse of a maestro conducting an orchestra of ecstasy.

Y/N's eyes rolled back, her body taut as a bowstring. "Alpha," she moaned, the word a benediction and a plea.

Emily felt the tremors of Y/N's impending climax, the tightening of her muscles around her fingers, the desperate bucking of her hips. With a final, brutal flick of her tongue, she sent Y/N hurtling into the abyss of pleasure once more. Her omega's orgasm was so intense, so all-consuming, that for a moment, she feared Y/N might actually pass out. Her cries grew hoarse, her breath coming in ragged gasps as her body was ravaged by wave after wave of pleasure.

But Y/N was not so easily defeated. Even as the aftershocks of her release began to fade, she reached for Emily, her hands shaking with need. "Take me," she whispered, her eyes glazed with desire. "Claim me, alpha."

Emily's eyes flashed with hunger at the words, and she knew it was time. She reached into the nightstand, her hand wrapping around the leather of the harness she had hidden there. She slid the contraption on, adjusting the knotting dildo so that the toy sat snugly against her own swollen clit.

The coolness of the leather against her fevered skin sent a shiver down her spine, but it was the feeling of the dildo's vibration against her clit that made her pussy clench in anticipation.

Emily slid the tip in, Y/N's slickness making it easy. She watched with hooded eyes as Y/N's gaze followed the movement, her pupils dilating with every inch that disappeared into her body.

"Look at me, omega," Emily ordered, her voice a velvet purr.

Y/N's eyes snapped to hers, the pupils wide with lust. Emily's strap was thick and unyielding, a symbol of her dominance and desire. She began to thrust into Y/N with a slow, deliberate rhythm, each movement sending a jolt of pleasure through her body.

Their eyes remained locked, the connection between them a live wire that arced with every touch. Y/N's legs wrapped around Emily's waist, her ankles crossing at the small of her back, urging her deeper. The friction of the strap against her own clit was driving Emily wild, the vibrations setting off explosions of pleasure that she had to bite back to keep from coming too soon.

They moved together, their bodies a tapestry of passion and need. Emily's strokes grew faster, harder, the slap of flesh on flesh a steady, driving beat that matched the pounding of their hearts. The scent of their desire filled the room, a heady perfume that seemed to thicken the air around them.

Y/N's nails raked down Emily's back, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. "More," she demanded, her voice hoarse with passion.

Emily was more than happy to oblige. She leaned in, her teeth grazing Y/N's neck as she picked up the pace. The scent of her omega's arousal was like a drug, clouding her mind and driving her to the brink of madness. She had to have more, needed to claim her completely.

Her hips snapped forward, the strap-on plunging deep within Y/N's welcoming heat. Each thrust was met with a wanton moan, a symphony of pleasure that spurred Emily on. She could feel her own orgasm building, a pressure that threatened to consume her, but she held it at bay. This was about Y/N, about making her scream her name until her voice was nothing but a hoarse whisper.

Emily reached down, her hand slipping between their bodies to find Y/N's clit. She pinched it lightly, rolling it between her thumb and forefinger as she continued to fuck her with a fervour that was almost violent. Y/N's legs tightened around her, her heels digging into the small of Emily's back as she bucked her hips up to meet each and every thrust.

Their moans grew louder, filling the room, bouncing off the walls in a crescendo of passion. Emily could feel the tension in Y/N's body, the tightness of her muscles, the way she clenched around the dildo with every plunge. She knew her omega was close, so close she could almost taste it on the air.

Y/N's eyes were squeezed shut, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Knot me," she begged, her voice barely more than a whisper. "Please, alpha, knot me."

Emily's eyes widened with excitement at the words. She had been waiting for this moment, for the perfect time to claim her omega completely. She leaned down, her breath hot against Y/N's ear as she whispered, "You're mine, omega."

With a powerful thrust, she slammed the dildo into Y/N, the knot inflating with a satisfying pop that filled her up completely. Y/N's eyes flew open, a scream of pleasure ripping from her throat as she felt the thick bulb fill her, stretching her to the limits of her endurance. Her walls clamped down around the knot, holding it in place as Emily's hips continued to move, the vibrations from the toy sending shockwaves through her body.

The orgasm that followed was unlike anything either of them had ever experienced. It was as if their bodies had become one, a maelstrom of pleasure that consumed them both. Y/N's pussy spasmed around the knot, her juices coating Emily's thighs as she rode out the most intense climax of her life. Emily felt it too, her own orgasm building with every vibration from the strap-on driving her closer and closer to the edge.

They moved together, their bodies in perfect sync, each thrust of the knot sending Y/N spiralling higher. Emily felt her own walls tighten, her breath coming in pants as she approached her peak. And then, with a roar that seemed to shake the very foundations of the house, she came, her pussy clenching, her hips jerking uncontrollably.

The knot inside Y/N's body held them together, a tangible reminder of their bond, of the primal instinct that had led them to this moment. They lay there, panting and sweaty, their bodies entwined as they rode out the aftershocks of their shared climax.

Y/N's eyes fluttered open, a soft, sated smile playing on her lips as she looked up at Emily. She reached up to trace the lines of tension that had etched themselves onto her alpha's face, her touch gentle and soothing. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice still thick with pleasure.

Emily leaned down to kiss her, a soft brush of lips that spoke of a tenderness that belied the ferocity of their recent lovemaking. "You're welcome, omega," she whispered against Y/N's skin. "Now, let's see how much more you can take."

The purr that emanated from Y/N's chest was like a melody that resonated deep within Emily, filling her with warmth and affection. It was a sound she never grew tired of hearing, especially when it was one of pure contentment. Emily's eyes danced with mischief as she felt the knot within her partner's body begin to deflate.

They had agreed to push their boundaries during this week, to explore the depths of their desire and the nuances of their heat. The knowledge that they had much more to experience together was a thrilling prospect that had both of them on edge, eager for the next moment of ecstasy.

Emily pulled out slowly, the feeling of the knot retreating from Y/N's clutching heat leaving them both with a sense of loss and longing. But she knew it was only temporary.

Y/N looked up at her with a mischievous spark in her eyes. "Your turn," she said, her voice still laced with the aftermath of her orgasm. She reached for the harness, her nimble omega fingers deftly unbuckling the straps and sliding the setup off of Emily.

Emily's eyes widened in surprise but also excitement as she felt her own heat rush through her at the thought of reversing their roles. She had never allowed anyone to take control in such an intimate way, but with Y/N, she felt safe, desired, and ready to explore.

Y/N's hands were shaking slightly as she took the strap-on from Emily, her eyes never leaving her alpha's. The power dynamics had shifted, and she could feel the heady rush of it in her veins. She slid the harness on, adjusting it so that the dildo was in the perfect position, her own arousal spiking as she felt the weight of it against her clit.

Emily watched with a mix of trepidation and excitement. She knew that even though Y/N wielded the strap-on, she was still the one in charge. The air in the room was thick with anticipation as they switched places, the unspoken understanding that this was just a new facet of their dynamic, a way to explore the depths of their desire.

Emily straddled Y/N's hips, her own slickness coating the dildo. She took a deep breath, her eyes locked onto Y/N's, and slowly sank down onto it. The sensation of being filled so completely was almost overwhelming, and she had to bite her lip to keep from crying out. Y/N's eyes were dark with desire, her hands gripping Emily's hips, guiding her down with a gentle but firm touch.

Once she was fully seated, Emily began to ride, her hips moving in a fast, punishing rhythm that had Y/N's eyes rolling back in her head. The dildo slid in and out of her, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through her body. She had never felt so alive, so in tune with her own desires. Y/N's thighs tensed beneath her, the muscles of her stomach rippling as she watched Emily take control.

With a flick of her thumb, Y/N turned up the vibration on the strap-on, sending a jolt of pleasure through Emily's body. The alpha's eyes snapped open, and she let out a guttural groan, her teeth gritted against the intensity of the sensation. Y/N's own clit was throbbing in time with the vibrations, the friction against the base of the toy bringing her closer and closer to the edge.

Emily's breasts bounced freely with each movement, the sight of them making Y/N's mouth water. She reached down, her hand cupping one of the firm mounds, her thumb flicking over the sensitive nipple. Emily's back arched, her pussy clenching around the dildo as she felt the pleasure spike.

"Fuck me harder," Y/N panted, her own arousal building with every second. "I want to feel you come apart on me."

Emily's eyes narrowed with determination, her hands gripping the headboard as she began to move faster, the strap-on hitting that perfect spot within her with each downward thrust. Y/N's fingers tightened on her hips, urging her on, her own pussy leaking with arousal.

The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, the scent of their desire growing stronger with every passing moment. Emily's pussy clenched around the dildo, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through her body that seemed to have no end. She could feel the pressure building, the coil in her stomach tightening with every stroke.

But she was an alpha, and her instincts demanded that she not find release until her omega had reached the peak of her pleasure. She leaned down, her teeth scraping along Y/N's neck, her breath hot and ragged against her skin.

Emily's movements grew more frantic, her hips snapping down with an urgency that spoke of her own need. She could feel her orgasm building, the pressure in her stomach tightening like a coil ready to spring. But she held back, her eyes never leaving Y/N's, watching for the signs that she was close.

Y/N's eyes were squeezed shut, her face a mask of ecstasy as Emily's mouth closed around one of her pert nipples. She bit down gently, the slight pain mixing with the pleasure, sending a jolt straight to her clit. Y/N's moan was music to Emily's ears, a sweet symphony that grew louder as she switched to the other breast, her teeth grazing the sensitive flesh.

Her hips began to move, a slow, deliberate grind that had the dildo sliding over Y/N's swollen clit with every downward press. Y/N's hands clutched at her shoulders, her nails digging into Emily's skin as she tried to hold on, to keep herself from shattering under the onslaught of pleasure.

Emily's mouth found Y/N's nipple, the tight peak begging for attention. She sucked hard, her teeth grazing the sensitive flesh, and was rewarded with a sharp gasp. Y/N's hips jerked up, seeking more friction, more contact, more of everything. Emily's mouth moved to the other side, giving it the same treatment, her tongue swirling around the hardened nub before biting down gently.

The vibrations from the strap-on, the relentless grinding against her clit, and the exquisite torment of Emily's mouth on her breasts created a maelstrom of sensation that Y/N couldn't fight. Her body tensed, her toes curling, her nails digging into Emily's back. She could feel her orgasm building, a storm cloud on the horizon, ready to break.

"Emily," she gasped, her voice a desperate plea. "I'm gonna—"

Her words were cut off by a scream as Y/N's orgasm crashed over her, her body convulsing under the relentless onslaught of pleasure. Emily watched, transfixed, as her omega's eyes rolled back in her head, her mouth open in a silent cry. And as she watched, she felt the knot on the dildo inflate, filling her completely, stretching her tight and triggering her own climax.

The feeling was indescribable, a mix of pain and pleasure that sent her spiraling over the edge. Her own pussy clamped down on the knot, holding it deep within her as she came, her body shaking with the force of her climax.

As the waves of pleasure receded, Emily collapsed onto Y/N, their bodies sticky with sweat and juices. They lay there, boneless and spent, the harness still attached to Y/N's hips. The vibrations of the dildo had stopped, but the feeling of being filled remained, a lingering echo of the intensity they had just shared.

Emily could feel the knot inside her slowly deflating, the thickness of it a gentle reminder of the power Y/N had wielded over her body. She looked down into her omega's sated eyes, feeling a surge of affection and respect. This was a new side of their relationship, a place where power and submission danced together in a delicate ballet of desire.

Y/N reached up, her fingers tracing the line of Emily's jaw as she whispered, "Thank you, alpha." She leaned down, capturing Y/N's mouth in a gentle kiss that spoke of promises yet to be fulfilled.

The room was still, the only sound their heavy breathing and the slowing of their racing hearts. They had five more days of this, five more days of love and lust that promised to be more intense than any they had ever experienced. The anticipation was almost unbearable, a delicious ache that thrummed through their veins, setting their nerves alight with every touch.

Emily pulled away, a smug smile playing on her lips as she looked down at the spent omega beneath her. She knew they had only just begun to explore the depths of their synchronized heats, and the thought of what was to come had her own arousal stirring once more. "We have five more days of this, omega," she murmured, her eyes gleaming with desire. "Five days of me claiming you, of us losing ourselves in each other."

Y/N's eyes sparkled with excitement at the prospect, her body already responding to Emily's words. "And what do you have planned for me, alpha?" she asked, her voice a soft purr.

Emily's smile grew wicked. "Everything and anything that will make you scream my name, omega."

They looked forward to the week ahead of them, a week of unbridled passion and primal need. Each day promised a new horizon of pleasure, a chance to explore the uncharted territories of their shared heat. Their eyes held a fierce excitement, a hunger that was only just beginning to be sated.

"Promise?" Y/N whispered, her voice a soft echo in the quiet room.

Emily's eyes held a fierce determination. "With every fibre of my being, I promise." She leaned down to claim another kiss, her tongue delving into the warm cavern of Y/N's mouth, tasting the sweetness of her omega. Their kiss grew deeper, more urgent, a silent vow to the week of passion they were about to embark on.

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badathumanemotions · 3 months ago

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Heat of the Moment

Spencer Reid x Fem Reader MDNI Category: Smut CW: A/B/O, Delta Spencer, Omega Reader, Masturbation, Wet Dream, Heat, Rut, Breeding, Knotting, Oral Sex, Somnophilia, Going Into Heat While On A Case, Scenting, Biting, Marathon Sex, Fingering. WC: 18,486 Y/N, an omega, goes into heat while on a case. Spencer does his best to try to control himself. (Not Proof Read) Master List This was supposed to be a quick smut piece but as you can see it kind of got away from me.

The soft click of the door closing echoed through the quiet hotel corridor as Y/N L/N, the youngest member of the BAU team, let out a sigh of relief. She had spent the entire day poring over case files, her mind racing with the grim details of the unsolved murders in rural Wisconsin. Her eyes were heavy with fatigue, and the faint scent of antiseptic lingered on her clothes from the morgue. As she approached her room, the weight of the day's events grew heavier, the anticipation of a hot shower and a good night's sleep almost palpable.

Once inside, she kicked off her shoes and flopped onto the bed, her thoughts immediately drifting to the Unsub they were hunting. He was clever, leaving behind clues that seemed to taunt them with every step they took. The latest victim had been found in a field of tall, golden grasses, her lifeless body a stark contrast against the vibrant backdrop. The way he had displayed her, so open and vulnerable, sent a shiver down Y/N's spine. Her mind reeled with the possible motives behind his gruesome rituals.

Y/N rubbed her temples, trying to make sense of the chaos. Why unmated females? What was his endgame? The questions swirled like a tornado in her mind, refusing to be pinned down. She pulled out her notebook, flipping through the pages of neatly scribbled notes and theories. Each one looked less convincing than the last, and she felt the pressure of the case closing in on her like a vice. The urge to solve this was more than just professional; it was personal. As an omega, she knew the fear that these women must have felt, the vulnerability of being hunted by someone who saw them as nothing more than a prize to be claimed.

With a frustrated groan, she tossed the notebook aside and peeled off her clothes. The fabric clung to her sticky skin, and she felt a little warm, a hint of irritation building in her chest. Her headache grew, the pounding in her temples becoming more insistent. She decided to take a quick shower to wash away the grime of the day, hoping the cool water would bring some relief. The spray washed over her, and she leaned into it, letting it soothe her tense muscles. The water trickled down her body, and she noticed that her skin was more sensitive than usual, her senses heightened. She dismissed it as stress from the case, not realizing that her body was already preparing for the inevitable.

After drying off, she slipped into a soft, oversized t-shirt and shorts, her usual sleepwear for comfort. She crawled into bed, the sheets cool against her overheated skin. As she lay there, her thoughts strayed from the case to her team, particularly Spencer Reid. He had been acting differently around her lately, more protective and attentive.

Her heart skipped a beat as she recalled the way his eyes had lingered on her earlier in the day, the heat in his gaze unmistakable. But she had been too focused on the case to give it much thought. Now, as she lay in the dark, the memory of his touch sent a warm shiver through her. They had always had a special bond, one that went beyond friendship or colleagues. But she had never allowed herself to explore the possibility of anything more. She had always been too scared to risk their friendship, to admit that she wanted him to claim her, to be the one to fill the void that only a mate could.

Her eyelids grew heavy, and soon she drifted into a deep sleep, her dreams filled with the warm embrace of the man she had secretly longed for. Spencer's gentle whispers and tender touches filled her mind, his scent wrapping around her like a comforting blanket. In the haze of her dreams, she felt his body pressed against hers, the softness of his lips brushing against her neck, sending waves of pleasure through her.

The dream grew more intense, and she could feel his teeth graze her skin, the pressure building until she gasped with desire. His strong arms held her close, and she melted into his touch, arching her back to give him better access to the sensitive spots that craved his attention. His scent was intoxicating, a heady mix of masculine musk and the sweet promise of home. Her body responded instinctively, heat pooling between her thighs, begging for his touch.

In her dream, Spencer's voice was soothing, whispering sweet nothings in her ear as he trailed kisses down her neck. His hands roamed over her curves, exploring every inch of her body with a gentle possessiveness that made her toes curl. She reached up, her fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. The feel of his skin against hers was electric, and she could almost taste the desperation in the air.

The intensity grew, and her body responded, betraying her with a need that was impossible to ignore. Her core ached for his touch, for the pressure of his knot that would fill her completely. She whimpered, her legs parting instinctively, inviting him in. He groaned, the sound vibrating through her chest, and she felt his hardness against her thigh.

In her mind, Spencer hovered over her, his eyes blazing with a desire that mirrored her own. His long fingers traced the line of her collarbone, sending sparks of pleasure through her body. He claimed her mouth with a fierce kiss, his tongue delving deep, tasting her sweetness. His scent grew stronger, overwhelming her, and she could feel the warmth of his arousal, his need for her pounding in time with her own heartbeat.

Her dream-self arched into him, the ache in her core becoming unbearable. He broke the kiss, his breathing ragged, and moved his attention to her neck, kissing and nipping the sensitive skin. She could feel his teeth graze her, and she moaned, begging for the bite that would claim her as his own.

With a growl, Spencer pushed the fabric of her shirt aside, revealing her full, round breasts. He took one in his hand, his thumb flicking over the taut nipple, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her core. His mouth followed the path his hand had made, his tongue swirling around the sensitive peak before taking it into his mouth. She gasped, her back bowing off the bed, her nails digging into the mattress. The feeling was exquisite, and she wanted more.

He kissed his way down her stomach, pausing to kiss her navel before continuing his descent. His breath was hot against her skin, sending shivers down her spine. When he reached the apex of her thighs, he inhaled deeply, his nostrils flaring with need. She could feel his tongue against her folds, teasing and licking, tasting her sweetness. Her body responded eagerly, her hips rising to meet his mouth.

Spencer's tongue was a masterful tool, exploring and caressing every part of her with a gentle insistence that made her whimper. He lapped at her clit, the sensitive bud swollen with desire, and she felt the first tremors of an impending climax. He was relentless, his strokes growing more intense, each touch sending her closer to the edge. The room spun around her, the walls closing in as the pleasure built within her, a crescendo that threatened to shatter her into a million pieces.

But the moment never came. Instead, she was jolted awake by the harsh beeping of her alarm, the cold reality of the hotel room replacing the warm embrace of her dream. Y/N's breathing was ragged, her body flushed and slick with arousal. She reached down, her hand finding her clit, still throbbing with the echoes of Spencer's phantom touch. Her cheeks burned with a mix of embarrassment and frustration. It was just a dream, she reminded herself, but the need remained, a dull ache that seemed to pulse in time with her racing heart.

Blinking the sleep from her eyes, she sat up, her body protesting the sudden movement. The room was bathed in the soft glow of early dawn, the curtains not quite thick enough to keep out the light.

Y/N took a deep breath, trying to shake off the lingering remnants of her dream. She quickly dressed in her usual work attire, a pair of slacks and a button-up shirt, and headed down to the lobby to meet the others. The team was already there, gathered around a large table with a spread of coffee and pastries. Aaron Hotchner looked up as she approached, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took in her flushed cheeks.

Hotch could smell the subtle change in Y/N's scent, the sweet aroma of an omega in the early stages of heat. He cleared his throat and announced, "Alright, everyone. We're heading to the police station to review the latest evidence and coordinate with local law enforcement." His voice was firm, his gaze flicking briefly to the young omega before returning to the rest of the team.

The day passed in a blur of interviews and crime scenes, Y/N's scent growing stronger with each passing hour. It was a silent, unspoken tension that hung in the air, the other male agents giving her a wider berth than usual. Spencer couldn't focus, his mind racing with images of her writhing in ecstasy beneath him. He found himself glancing at her frequently, his eyes drawn to the way her shirt clung to her breasts, the way her cheeks flushed with the slightest exertion. The urge to claim her was like a beast clawing at the inside of his chest, demanding to be released.

While walking over to the coffee pot, a leering smile spread across one of the uniformed officers' faces as he watched Y/N's hips sway. He leaned in close, his voice a lecherous whisper. "Looks like someone's ready to be mounted," he said, his eyes raking over her body. The other officers snickered, the sound grating on Spencer's nerves like nails on a chalkboard.

Hotch's head snapped up at the crude remark, his alpha instincts flaring. The room went silent as he stalked over to the group, his eyes burning with fury. He stepped in front of the offending officer, his shoulders squared and his expression hard. "That's enough," he said, his voice a low growl that sent a shiver down the man's spine. "You will address Agent L/N with the respect she deserves, or you can take your comments and your sorry excuse for an attitude elsewhere."

The officer's smile faded, his face paling as he took a step back. "S-sorry, Agent Hotchner," he stuttered, visibly intimidated by the alpha's dominance. The tension in the room dissipated slightly, but the protective vibe from the team remained palpable.

Y/N's cheeks burned as she walked back to her seat, trying to ignore the stares of the other officers. She took a sip of her coffee, the bitter taste doing little to soothe the unease in her stomach. As the day dragged on, she grew increasingly uncomfortable, her skin feeling too tight and her senses heightened. The smell of coffee grew too strong, the fabric of her clothes irritating her sensitive skin. Her stomach cramped, and she felt a sudden need to be away from the male presence in the room.

It was only when JJ pulled her aside, her eyes filled with concern, that the pieces finally clicked into place. "Are you okay?" JJ whispered, her voice low and soothing. "You're flushed, and you've been looking a little…uncomfortable."

Y/N's hand flew to her stomach, her eyes wide with realization. "Oh no," she murmured, the truth dawning on her. "I think I'm going into heat."

JJ's eyes widened in understanding, her grip on Y/N's arm tightening. "You need to tell Hotch," she said urgently. "We can't have unmated males around you in this state."

Nodding, Y/N took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart. She didn't want to be a liability on the case, but she couldn't ignore the primal pull of her body. She nodded, and JJ slipped away, leaving her in the women's room.

The walls felt like they were closing in, the room suddenly too warm. Her stomach churned, and she felt a bead of sweat trickle down her spine. Y/N leaned against the cool porcelain of the sink, trying to get a grip on herself. The realization that she was going into heat hit her like a ton of bricks. Hotch was an alpha; he would have picked up on her scent immediately. The thought of his reaction made her stomach drop.

Her eyes searched the mirror, looking for any signs of the change that was happening to her. Her pupils had dilated slightly, and her cheeks were flushed. She could feel the pheromones radiating from her, calling out to any unmated within range. Panic set in, and she knew she had to tell him, had to get out of there before she became a distraction. Before any of the unmated in the precinct tried to claim her.

Y/N's heart hammered in her chest as she tried to compose herself. She couldn't let them see her like this, not when they were so close to catching the Unsub. She took a deep breath, willing the scent of her impending heat to recede. It was a fool's errand; she knew that once an omega's heat started, there was no hiding it.

As she stepped out of the bathroom, she could feel the weight of every male gaze in the precinct on her. It was like a tangible force, pushing her to submit, to let one of them claim her. Her legs felt wobbly, and she clutched her stomach, willing the pain to subside. The air was thick with the scent of testosterone and desire, making it hard to breathe.

The case they were working on was a stark reminder that, no matter how much the world moved forward, some dark corners remained stubbornly entrenched in the past. The idea of an unmated omega was still a taboo subject, one that brought out the basest instincts in the men around here.

Y/N's steps grew heavier as she made her way back to the team, the whispers of the male officers like a toxic fog that clung to her. She could see the way they watched her, the hunger in their eyes. Here, in this small town, the old ways died hard. The stench of misogyny and discrimination was a palpable presence that made her skin crawl.

Spencer's protective instincts kicked in. He could feel the tension in the air, the way it thickened with the scent of unbridled lust. His eyes scanned the room, his grip on his notepad tightening. He knew Y/N was in trouble, knew that he had to get her out of there before things got out of hand. He caught Emily's eye and jerked his head towards the door. "Get the keys and start the car" he murmured tersely.

Emily's confusion was evident, but she didn't question him. She knew Spencer well enough to trust his gut, especially when it came to Y/N. She nodded and slipped out of the room, her heels clicking against the linoleum floor. Spencer turned to Y/N, his voice low and urgent. "We need to go." He took her by the elbow, guiding her gently but firmly towards the exit.

Her eyes searched his, questions swirling in the depths of her gaze. "What's happening?" she asked, her voice a whisper. Spencer didn't answer, his focus solely on navigating the gauntlet of male officers that seemed to have grown denser in the short time they had been apart. His hand on her arm was a silent reassurance, a promise that he would keep her safe.

The cool night air hit her like a slap in the face as they stepped outside. The crispness of it helped to clear her head, the scent of her heat less overpowering. Spencer led her to the car, his eyes never leaving her as he opened the door and helped her inside. Emily was already behind the wheel, the engine running, the headlights casting a pool of light on the deserted street.

"Take her back to the hotel," Spencer instructed Emily, his voice tight with urgency. "Keep her safe."

Emily nodded, her gaze flicking to Y/N's flushed face before she shifted the car into drive. The engine roared to life, and the tires squealed as they peeled out of the precinct's parking lot. Y/N leaned back in the seat, her eyes closed, trying to ignore the way her body was betraying her. She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, the scent of her arousal growing stronger by the second.

Spencer watched the car pull away, his mind racing. He had to tell Hotch, had to make sure she was protected. He took a deep breath and headed back into the precinct, his steps quick and purposeful. The eyes of the male officers followed him, their gazes lingering on his retreating back.

Spencer could hear the murmur of his and JJ's voices. He paused, his hand hovering over the slight ajar door. "We can't risk it," Hotch was saying, his voice tight with concern. "We need to get her somewhere safe, away from here."

JJ's voice was just as urgent. "But the case, we can't just leave it—"

Spencer pushed the door all the way open, interrupting them mid-sentence. His eyes were wild, a mix of fear and determination etched into his features. "I had Emily take her back to the hotel," he announced, his voice strained. "But we can't just leave it at that. We need to make sure she's safe, that no one tries to claim her."

Hotch nodded gravely, his expression tightening. "You're right," he said, his gaze flicking to the door that Y/N had just left through. "We need to be more vigilant than ever. Her heat is going to make her a target for any unmated male in the area."

JJ nodded in agreement. "But we can't let it affect the case. We have to catch this unsub before he strikes again."

Hotch's jaw clenched. "We'll split up the workload," he decided. "JJ, you and Prentiss stay with Y/N. The rest of us will keep working the case from here."

Spencer's chest tightened with a possessive instinct that he had never felt before. The thought of anyone else being with Y/N while she was in heat was unbearable. He needed to be the one to comfort her, to keep her safe from the predators that would be drawn to her scent. His eyes met Hotch's, and he could see the alpha's understanding in the depths of his gaze.

Hotch took a step closer, his voice a low rumble that only Spencer could hear. "You know I can't have you around her like this," he said, his expression a mix of sympathy and resolve. "It's too risky."

Spencer's eyes flashed with frustration, but he knew Hotch was right. The alpha's protective instincts were as much a part of him as Spencer's own need to claim her. "I know," he forced out, his voice tight.

Hotch clapped a firm hand on his shoulder. "We'll keep her safe," he promised. "But we also need you to stay focused on the case. We can't let this distract us from catching the Unsub."

Spencer nodded, swallowing hard. "I know," he murmured. "But what if—"

Hotch's hand on his shoulder was firm, cutting him off. "You're the best we've got, Reid," he said, his voice firm. "Your mind is crucial to cracking this case. We need you here."

Spencer took a deep breath, trying to push down the primal need that was threatening to overwhelm him. He knew Hotch was right; Y/N was in good hands with Emily and JJ. But the thought of her in heat, vulnerable and alone, was almost too much to bear. "Understood," he said, his voice strained.

As he sat down at the table, the scent of her still lingered in the air, a sweet, musky aroma that seemed to have seeped into every corner of the room. It was like a siren's call, taunting him with what he couldn't have. He closed his eyes, willing the images away. Her naked body, writhing with need, begging for his touch.

The case notes in front of him blurred, and he found himself tracing the same line over and over again with his finger. His mind was a maelstrom of thoughts, torn between the hunt for the Unsub and the overwhelming desire to claim Y/N.

With a growl of frustration, Spencer shoved his chair back and began to pace the room. He needed to focus, to find a pattern, a clue that would lead them to the killer. The scent of Y/N's heat was a constant distraction, a siren's song that played on repeat in his head. But he couldn't let it derail him. Not now, not when they were so close.

He picked up a file, his eyes scanning the pages with a fervor that was almost desperate. His mind raced, trying to connect the dots. The Unsub was clever, leaving a trail of breadcrumbs that led them in circles. But Spencer knew he had to be in here somewhere, hiding in plain sight. He couldn't let his personal feelings get in the way of saving lives.

He could feel the eyes of the other agents on him, the weight of their expectations. They needed him to be the genius he was known to be, not the lovesick fool his mind was trying to turn him into. Spencer took a deep breath, centering himself. He had to find a way to block out the scent of Y/N's heat, to focus solely on the case.

The clock on the wall ticked away the hours, the seconds feeling like an eternity. The rest of the team worked tirelessly around him, each one driven by the urgency of the case. Files were spread out across the table, coffee cups grew cold, and the room grew stale with the scent of their determination. Yet, Spencer's mind kept wandering, his thoughts slipping back to Y/N and the desperate need to claim her.

Midnight approached, and the team's energy began to wane. The room grew quieter, the murmurs of conversation dying down as the weight of their failure to catch the Unsub grew heavier. One by one, they called it a night, their expressions a mix of exhaustion and frustration. Spencer knew he should be just as tired, but the ache in his body was keeping him wired, his mind racing with thoughts of Y/N.

With a final sigh, he stood, his legs protesting after hours of inactivity. He couldn't shake the feeling that he needed to be with her, needed to protect her from the dangers that lurked in the shadows of this small town. The scent of her heat had been a constant distraction all evening, a siren's call that grew stronger with each passing moment.

He headed back to the hotel, his mind racing with the urgency of his need. The elevator ride up seemed to take forever. When the doors finally opened onto his floor, the air was thick with her pheromones, a sweet, potent scent that made his blood boil. He took a deep breath, trying to calm the beast that stirred within him. He had to be in control, had to keep his head.

But the moment he stepped into the hallway, the scent grew stronger, and his resolve began to crumble. His heart raced, his cock hardening in his pants. His body was screaming at him to claim her, to make her his, to fill her with his seed and keep her safe. It was a primal urge that was almost too much to resist.

With each step closer to her door, Spencer's control slipped further away. His breaths grew shallower, his eyes locked onto the wood that separated them. His hand hovered over the handle, his knuckles white with the effort of not giving in. The need to be inside her, to feel her warmth and hear her cries of pleasure, was an ache that was becoming unbearable.

He paused, his mind a battleground between his rational self and the primal instincts that ruled during a rut. The smell of her heat was like a drug, clouding his judgment and driving him to the brink of madness. He knew it was wrong, that he could lose everything by acting on these urges, but the beast inside of him didn't care about consequences.

The sound of a door opening down the hall jolted him back to reality, and Spencer realized the risk he was taking. He had to get away from her before he lost control. With a herculean effort, he turned on his heel and raced to his room.

Once inside, he slammed the door shut, the sound echoing through the silent hotel corridor. His hand trembled as he reached for the hem of his shirt, yanking it over his head. The fabric clung to his damp skin, the scent of Y/N's heat clinging to him like a second skin. He stumbled to the shower, cranking the cold water to the max. The icy spray hit him like a slap, but it did little to ease the fever in his blood.

Spencer leaned against the tiles, his head dropping back as the water pummeled his face. He closed his eyes and took deep, shuddering breaths, trying to drown out the images that plagued him. The scent of her arousal had him wired, his body begging for release. With a growl of frustration, he reached for the soap, his hand shaking as he lathered it over his chest. His eyes drifted down to the evidence of his desire, thick and heavy between his legs.

He knew he needed to relieve the tension, to purge the images from his mind before he did something stupid. His hand wrapped around his cock, stroking firmly as he pictured Y/N's face, her eyes filled with need. The water sluiced over his skin, mixing with the scent of the soap and the heady scent of his own arousal. His mind was a maelstrom of desire, each touch sending shockwaves through his body.

In his imagination, she was sprawled out on the bed, her legs spread wide, begging for him to fill her. Her voice was a siren's call, her sweet scent of heat driving him wild. "Please, Spencer," she moaned, her voice a breathless whisper. "Knot me, breed me. Make me yours."

The thought was almost too much to handle, and Spencer's hand moved faster, his strokes growing more urgent. He could feel the pressure building, his balls tightening with the need to release. In his mind's eye, he saw her, writhing beneath him, her body begging for his dominance. "Take me," she whimpered, her eyes glazed with lust. "Make me scream your name."

The scent of her heat filled his nose, a sweet, musky aroma that made his mouth water. He could almost taste the slick leaking from her swollen sex, the sweetness of her arousal coating his tongue. His teeth clenched as he fought to keep from groaning out loud, his mind racing with the thought of her tight, wet warmth around his cock.

Spencer's hand tightened around his shaft, stroking faster as he imagined pushing into her, feeling her stretch to accommodate him. His body was taut with tension, his muscles coiled and ready to spring. The water cascaded down his body, mixing with the precum that leaked from the tip of his cock. He could feel the knot at the base of his shaft beginning to swell, the tightness spreading through him like a warm embrace.

The pressure grew unbearable, his hips bucking involuntarily as he chased the elusive release. His breath came in ragged gasps, his heart hammering in his chest like a drum. He couldn't control his hips as he began fucking his fist, the rhythm frantic and desperate. The cold water did nothing to cool the heat that raged through him, the need to claim Y/N consuming every thought.

Suddenly, it was as if a dam had broken. Spencer let out a roar of a moan as he came, his knot popping through his tightened grip. The pleasure was so intense it was almost painful, a white-hot wave that crashed over him, leaving him trembling and gasping for air. He leaned against the wall of the shower, his knees threatening to give out as the climax ripped through his body.

His cock continued to pulse, shooting ropes of cum that mingled with the water as it swirled down the drain. Each spurt brought a shiver of pleasure-pain, his body wrung out by the intensity of his release. The cold water had turned lukewarm, but it still felt like ice against his feverish skin. He gulped down lungfuls of air, trying to regain control of his racing heart. With his hand still wrapped around his sensitive length his body felt both relieved and utterly drained.

Finally, the last tremor passed, and Spencer stepped out of the shower, his legs wobbly. He grabbed a towel, the rough fabric scraping against his over-sensitized skin. He dried himself off enough to climb into bed, his body begging for rest. He collapsed onto the mattress, the coldness of the sheets a welcome contrast to his overheated body.

As he lay there, the images from his fantasy played on a loop in his mind, taunting him with what he couldn't have. The scent of his release hung heavy in the air, mingling with the faint remnants of Y/N's heat that had somehow followed him into his room. He buried his face in the pillow, willing sleep to claim him, to dull the ache in his chest.

But the bed felt cold, empty without her. He tossed and turned, his body craving the warmth of her touch. His mind raced with the memories of their unspoken moments, the glances that spoke volumes, the gentle brushes of skin that had always seemed so innocent before. Now, they were a torment, a reminder of what could never be.

Finally, exhaustion claimed him, and he slipped into a dreamless sleep. It was a brief reprieve from the tumultuous emotions that raged within him, a quiet sanctuary where he could just be. But even in his unconsciousness, the scent of her heat lingered, teasing him, whispering sweet nothings that his subconscious yearned to believe.

The next morning, Spencer woke with a start, the weight of his need for Y/N still pressing down on him like a heavy blanket. He took a deep breath, trying to push the images from his mind, but it was no use. He knew he had to end this case, not just for the sake of the victims, but for her.

With renewed determination, he dressed quickly and headed to the lobby. The scent of her heat was faint but still present, a constant reminder of the urgency of the situation. At the station, he bypassed the greetings and jostling of his colleagues, his eyes locked on the mountain of case files waiting for him.

Spencer's mind raced as he sifted through the evidence, his thoughts a whirlwind of patterns and motives. Every piece of the puzzle was a step closer to ending this nightmare, to being able to be there for Y/N without the shadow of the Unsub looming over them. His mind was a sharp blade slicing through the chaos, looking for the one thread that would unravel the entire case. The desire to claim her, to keep her safe and warm in his arms, fueled his every move.

Back at the hotel, Y/N's heat was steadily ramping up. She was still in the uncomfortable and flushed phase, her body sending out signals that she was ripe and ready to be claimed. The air in her room was thick with the sweet musk of her arousal, a scent that seemed to cling to every surface. She couldn't help but feel exposed, vulnerable, as the need grew stronger with each passing moment. Her thoughts strayed to Spencer, the way his eyes had darkened with hunger when he'd looked at her earlier, and she couldn't help but wonder if he felt the same primal pull that she did.

JJ, bless her, was blissfully oblivious to the internal battle raging within Y/N. They pored over the case files together, the tension in the air thick enough to cut with a knife. Y/N tried to focus on the words in front of her, but her mind kept drifting back to the dream she'd had the night before. The way Spencer had claimed her, marked her as his own, was a tantalizing fantasy that played on repeat in her mind's eye. She shifted in her seat, trying to ignore the insistent throb between her legs, the low-level buzz of need that grew stronger with every passing hour.

The hotel room felt stifling, the air charged with the scent of her heat. She knew it was only a matter of time before it became impossible to ignore, before her body demanded she seek out the strongest, most dominant to claim her. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself, but the scent grew stronger, her arousal a call that no one could ignore.

Y/N looked up at JJ, her cheeks flaming with embarrassment. "I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I know this isn't easy for you to see."

JJ's gaze was filled with understanding. "You have nothing to be sorry for," she assured her, her tone gentle. "It's just biology. But we need to make sure you're safe. Spencer would have my head if anything happened to you."

Y/N nodded, her cheeks flaming even hotter at the mention of Spencer. She had no doubt that he was feeling the same pull she was, but she didn't know if he felt the same way she did. The fear of rejection was a knot in her stomach, twisting tighter the more she thought about it.

They had to catch the Unsub before her heat grew too intense to ignore. The thought of going through this in front of the team was mortifying, but the fear of what could happen if they didn't catch the killer was far worse. Y/N knew her time was limited, and she hoped they could crack the case in the next 12 hours before her heat was in full swing making flying home no longer an option.

The walls of the hotel room felt like they were closing in on her, the air thick with the scent of her heat. She knew it was only a matter of time before every male in the vicinity would be drawn to her like moths to a flame. The thought of being claimed by a stranger, of being used and discarded, was a nightmare she couldn't shake.

Three hours had passed, and Y/N felt her concentration waning. The words on the case files swam before her eyes. A sudden ringtone pierced the silence, and JJ's phone lit up on the table.

Morgan's name flashed on the screen, and Y/N's heart leaped in her chest. "It's Derek," JJ said, her voice tight with anticipation as she answered the call.

"We've got him," Morgan's deep voice boomed through the speaker, the excitement palpable even over the phone line. "It's a local car mechanic, a guy named Charles Kessler. We're heading to his house now."

Y/N's heart raced. This could be it, the break they needed. JJ's eyes met hers, and she could see the same hope reflected in their depths. "Good work, Derek," JJ said, her voice tight. "We'll wait for your update."

As soon as she hung up, she turned to Y/N, her expression serious. "We need to get you home," she said, her voice low. "I'm calling for the jet to be on standby." Y/N nodded, the gravity of the situation sinking in.

Spencer, feeling the pressure of the clock ticking down, had thrown himself into the case with a ferocity that surprised even him. He'd been able to narrow down their suspect list, giving Garcia a manageable list of people to do a deep dive into. His mind was a whirlwind of data and instinct, each piece of information a thread in the tapestry of the killer's twisted mind.

"Got him," Garcia exclaimed over the phone. "It's Charles Kessler. He's got a history of assaults on omegas and his alibis for the murders are shaky at best."

With a flick of her wrist, Garcia sent the home and work addresses to the team's phones. The room was a flurry of movement as the agents grabbed their gear, adrenaline pumping through their veins. Hotch's voice was a low growl as he gave the order to split into two groups.

The first car, with Hotch at the wheel and Morgan riding shotgun, peeled out of the hotel parking lot, tires squealing as they headed for Kessler's workplace. Spencer, Rossi, and Prentiss piled into the second car, their eyes locked on the GPS as they navigated the quiet streets toward his house. The tension was palpable, the air thick with the scent of anticipation and fear.

They arrived at a small, nondescript house with a neatly trimmed lawn and a sad-looking fence. The curtains were drawn, giving no clue to what lay within. Spencer took a deep breath, trying to clear his head of the cacophony of his thoughts.

Rossi took point, his hand on his gun, eyes scanning the surroundings for any signs of life. Prentiss was right behind him, her expression a mask of determination, ready to face whatever horrors awaited them inside. Spencer brought up the rear, his mind racing with the details of the case, trying to anticipate the Unsub's next move.

They approached the house with caution, each step echoing in the stillness of the night. The door was unlocked, swinging open with a low creak that seemed to shatter the silence. The house was eerily quiet, the only sound their hushed breaths and the rustle of their clothing.

The trio split up, moving through the rooms with the precision of a well-oiled machine. Spencer's instincts screamed at him that Kessler wasn't here, but they had to be thorough. The emptiness of the house was almost a taunt, a silent challenge to their skills. Each room they cleared was a step closer to the inevitable disappointment that he wasn't here.

They found no signs of struggle, no evidence of a hasty retreat, just an eerie stillness that seemed to mock their urgency. The house was disorganized but not dirty, a testament to a life lived by a single man who clearly had issues with neatness.

Suddenly, Spencer's phone buzzed, interrupting the tense silence. It was Hotch's name on the screen, and he snatched it up, his heart racing. "We've got him," Hotch's voice was gruff. "We're bringing Kessler in now."

The relief was palpable, the air in the room seemed to change. Spencer's chest loosened, the tension draining from his muscles.

"We're on our way back," he said into the phone, his eyes scanning the room for any clue they might have missed.

As he ended the call, Emily's voice cut through the quiet. "Guys, come here," she called from the bathroom, her tone urgent.

Spencer and Rossi rushed in to find her standing by the sink. She pointed to the small, crimson smear that had dried around the drain. "It's blood," she murmured, her eyes wide with fear.

They couldn't believe their luck. A blatant clue, a smear of evidence that seemed almost too convenient. But in their line of work, they knew better than to question such fortune. They had seen cases unravel with less.

With haste, they called in the local forensics team to process the scene. He knew that the discovery of blood could be a pivotal moment, a chink in Kessler's armor that could be exploited to get a confession.

The three of them exchanged grim nods before retreating to the car, leaving the house to the white-suited technicians who would meticulously comb through every inch. The drive back to the station was tense, each lost in their own thoughts about what they had found. Spencer's mind was racing, trying to piece together the puzzle that was Charles Kessler.

Once back at the precinct, they found Hotch and Morgan waiting, the latter looking slightly disheveled but otherwise unharmed. The Unsub had been caught trying to flee his workplace, the same desperation that had led him to leave behind the incriminating evidence at his home.

Emily quickly filled Hotch in on their discovery, her voice low and urgent. Hotch's eyes narrowed, his mind racing as he listened to her report. He knew the significance of that crimson smear, the potential it held for their case.

"Good work," he said, his voice tight. "I'll handle this. You three get the case files together and make sure everything's ready for the flight back. We need to tie this up as quickly as possible."

Emily nodded, her expression a mix of relief and concern. "Understood, Hotch." She turned to Spencer and Rossi, her eyes flicking to the door. "Let's move."

Hotch strode out of the room, his footsteps echoing down the hallway as he made his way to the Chief's office. The urgency of the situation was not lost on him. They had a job to do, and they were leaving a member of their pack vulnerable. But the case was almost closed, and the Unsub was in custody. It was time to bring Y/N home.

He stepped into the Chief's office, the scent of stale coffee and paperwork hanging heavy in the air. The Chief looked up from his desk, his expression a mix of surprise and wariness at the sight of Hotchner's tense posture. "What's the status?" he barked, his eyes sharp.

Hotch took a deep breath, trying to keep his voice steady. "We've got him," he said, the words feeling both like a victory and a weight lifted. "Charles Kessler. We found blood at his place, and the local team is processing it now. I trust your officers can take it from here."

The Chief looked up, his eyes assessing Hotch's expression. "Your team is leaving?"

"Yes," Hotch confirmed, his jaw tight. "We have… a situation that requires our immediate attention back in Quantico."

The Chief leaned back in his chair, his gaze sharp. "Is everything alright?"

Hotch nodded curtly. "We've made significant progress on the case, but we have a… personal situation back home that requires our attention." He couldn't bring himself to say more, not wanting to reveal the intimate details of his team's dynamics. The Chief studied him for a moment, then nodded understandingly.

"Very well, Agent Hotchner. I'll make sure everything is handled accordingly," he said, his tone softer than before. "Our team will take over the interrogation and processing of Mr. Kessler. You've provided excellent leads; I'm confident we'll get a confession and make sure he's behind bars for good."

Hotch nodded, his eyes never leaving the Chief's. "Thank you," he said, the weight of his words heavy with unspoken relief. He turned on his heel and strode out of the office, his team waiting for him outside.

The drive to the hotel was a blur, the tension in the car thick enough to slice through with a knife. Spencer's hand kept clenching and unclenching, his mind racing with thoughts of Y/N. He hadn't seen her since he had Emily drive her back to the hotel, and the need to be near her was almost overwhelming.

As they pulled into the hotel's lot, Spencer's eyes darted to the lobby, searching for any sign of her. His heart skipped a beat when he saw her walking out of the elevator, her figure outlined by the soft glow of the hotel lights.

Y/N looked up as the car approached, her eyes locking onto Spencer's. The air was thick with the scent of her heat, and he could see the exhaustion etched into her delicate features. She was a vision of vulnerability, and his protective instincts roared to life.

He barely waited for the car to come to a complete stop before jumping out and rushing to her side. "You okay?" he asked, his voice gruff with concern.

Y/N nodded, her eyes filled with a mix of relief and pain. "We need to go," she murmured, her voice low and thready.

The team didn't need to be told twice. They split off to their individual rooms, each one moving with the speed of a seasoned pro. The hallway was a blur of motion, doors opening and closing in rapid succession as they gathered their belongings.

The jet was waiting for them on the tarmac, its engines humming with the promise of escape from the hellish week they had endured. Before he could board, Hotch pulled Spencer aside, his expression a mix of concern and understanding. "Spencer," he began, his voice low and gruff. "Are you sure you're okay flying with her like this?"

Spencer knew what he meant, the question hanging heavily in the air between them. The scent of Y/N's heat was a siren's call, a constant reminder of the primal urges that threatened to consume him. He took a deep breath, trying to push the images of her wet and needy out of his mind. "I'll manage," he replied, his voice tight with the effort of control.

Hotch's eyes searched his, looking for any sign of weakness or doubt. Spencer's jaw clenched as he nodded, understanding the gravity of the situation. "I've got it under control," he said firmly, his voice carrying the conviction of a man who had faced his inner demons and was determined not to let them win.

"Good," Hotch said, clapping a hand on Spencer's shoulder. "Because I trust you, Reid. You know what's at stake here, and I know you'll do right by her." With that, he turned and headed towards the jet, leaving Spencer to his thoughts.

Spencer watched him go, feeling the weight of his words like a stone in his stomach. He knew what was expected of him, knew the lines he couldn't cross. But as he climbed the stairs to the jet, the scent of Y/N's heat grew stronger, and he felt maybe, just maybe, he was in over his head.

Y/N was laid out on the couch, her head in Emily's lap, her skin so heated and flushed she could feel it burning even through the fabric of her clothes. The air in the jet's cabom was stifling, thick with the scent of her heat, and she couldn't help but wish she could rip off every stitch and let the cool breeze from the air conditioner caress her overheated skin. Her eyes were closed, but the images from her dream played out behind her lids, a tantalizing dance of passion and submission that made her pulse race.

Emily's hand was a gentle, soothing presence on her forehead, stroking through her hair as she whispered reassurances. "You're okay," she murmured, her voice a soft lullaby in the otherwise silent cabin. "We're almost home."

Y/N's breaths were coming in short, shallow pants as she straddled Emily's lap. The pressure of the beta's body against her own was a comfort, a grounding force amidst the chaos of her raging hormones. Her nose was buried in Emily's neck, inhaling the comforting scent that the older woman was giving off.

Emily's hand stilled on her forehead, her eyes flicking to Spencer, who was sitting a few seats away. His knuckles were white as he gripped the armrests, his eyes locked on the floor. The tension in his body was almost tangible, the effort to maintain control evident in every line of his form.

The scent of Y/N's heat grew stronger with each passing minute, and Spencer felt his own body responding, a spontaneous rut approaching like a storm on the horizon. He knew the moment it hit, there would be no going back, no way to hide the raw, primal need that would consume him.

Ten minutes to Quantico. He could hold out, he had to. Spencer's eyes flicked to his watch, the seconds ticking away with cruel precision. The jet's cabin was a prison of his own making, the walls closing in around him. He swallowed hard, his throat dry and his eyes never leaving the floor.

But then he heard it, the soft whimper that seemed to pierce the silence like a bullet. Y/N's scent was a siren's call, and he couldn't ignore it anymore. His eyes snapped up, and his gaze locked onto the sight of her in Emily's lap. Her eyes were closed, her breaths coming in short, erratic gasps, and his heart clenched in his chest. He knew she was in pain, that her heat was reaching its peak, and the need to claim her, to be the one to ease her suffering, was a beast inside of him that was begging to be unleashed.

Suddenly, the plane jolted, and the sound of the engines changed pitch. He felt the bump of the jet landing back down on earth, the vibrations traveling through his body and up to his very core. The moment the plane stopped moving, Spencer was out the door, gulping down greedy breaths of fresh air. He could feel his mind beginning to clear, the fog lifting slightly as the scent of Y/N's heat grew cleared his system.

The team gathered their bags and disembarked, the tension in the air thick and palpable. Spencer's eyes remained glued to Y/N, his protective instincts on high alert. Walking towards the car, he couldn't help but notice the way she leaned into Emily, seeking comfort and relief from the unrelenting heat.

But Y/N had had enough. As the others pulled away in their cars, she stopped Emily, her voice firm. "I need to talk to Spencer," she said, her eyes pleading. Emily looked at her for a long moment, understanding dawning in her eyes. She nodded, giving Spencer a look that conveyed both her concern and her trust in him.

Y/N took a deep breath, her eyes searching Spencer's face. "Spencer," she began, her voice shaking. "I… I need to tell you something before…" she trailed off, her cheeks flushing a darker shade of red.

Spencer's eyes widened, his heart racing. He knew what was coming, the words she had been holding back for days now. "What is it?" he asked, his voice gruff with tension.

"I… I've been feeling this way for a while," Y/N began, her voice trembling. "And I don't want you to think it's just because of this heat." She took a deep, shaky breath, her eyes searching his for any sign of understanding.

Spencer's eyes searched hers, the intensity of his gaze almost too much to bear. "What are you trying to say?" he asked, his voice low and gruff.

"Spencer, I…" she took a deep breath, her chest heaving with the effort. "I've liked you for a long time. And I need you to know it's not just the heat."

Spencer's heart skipped a beat. He had hoped, dreamed even, that she felt the same, but hearing it out loud was like a punch to the gut. He stepped closer, his hand reaching out to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing away a tear that had escaped her lashes. "Y/N," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "I know it's not just the heat. I've felt this way about you too, for so long."

Her eyes searched his, hope and fear mingling in their depths. "You have?" she whispered, her voice a soft caress against his skin.

Spencer nodded, his thumb still brushing away the tears that glistened on her cheeks. "More than you know," he murmured, his voice husky with desire. The words felt like a weight lifted from his chest, the truth of his feelings finally spoken aloud.

Y/N's eyes searched his, her breathing growing ragged. "Take me home," she begged, her voice a whisper. "Please, Spencer."

Spencer's hand tightened on her cheek, his eyes blazing with an intensity that sent a shiver down her spine. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice thick with the same need that was consuming her.

Y/N nodded, her eyes never leaving his. "More than anything," she murmured, her voice barely audible.

Spencer took a step back, his hand falling away from her face. The distance was agonizing, but he knew they needed to talk, to understand each other's feelings and boundaries before giving in to the overwhelming pull of their biology. "Okay," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Y/N looked at Emily, her eyes wide with hope and fear. The beta met her gaze, her expression unreadable. But the moment she nodded, something in Y/N's chest unlocked. She turned back to Spencer, her breath hitching in her throat. "Emily knows," she admitted, her voice shaking. "I told her before we got on the jet."

Emily's eyes searched hers, a question in her gaze. "Is this what you really want?" she asked, her voice gentle but firm.

Y/N nodded, her eyes never leaving Spencer's. "More than anything," she whispered.

The tension between them was palpable as they walked to Spencer's car. His hand hovered near hers, but he didn't dare touch her, not yet. The drive back to her apartment was silent, filled only with the sound of their ragged breaths and the hum of the engine. Spencer's mind raced, trying to organize his thoughts, his body screaming at him to claim her, to make her his.

When they finally arrived, Spencer stepped out of the car, his eyes never leaving hers. He opened the door for her, his hand brushing against her arm as he helped her out. The touch sent a jolt of electricity through him. He took a deep breath, trying to keep the beast at bay.

The moment they walked through the door of her apartment, the dam broke. Y/N launched herself at him, her mouth crashing against his in a kiss that was desperate and needy. Spencer groaned, his arms wrapping around her automatically, pulling her closer as he deepened the kiss. His control slipped, the scent of her heat like a drug, making his body pulse with need.

He reluctantly pulled away, his chest heaving with the effort. "We need to get you taken care of first," he murmured, his voice hoarse with desire. He didn't trust himself to be near her without claiming her, without giving in to the urges that were consuming him.

Spencer turned away from her, walking through the apartment with purpose. Each step was a battle against the primal instinct to push her down and take her right there, but he knew that wasn't what she needed. Not yet. He checked each window, his eyes scanning the darkness outside, ensuring no unmated alphas could sense her scent. The need to protect her was stronger than his own need to claim her, and he wasn't going to let anyone else touch her, not now, not ever.

The doors were next, each lock clicking into place with a satisfying finality. He felt the tension in his shoulders ease slightly with every barrier he put between her and the outside world. The apartment was small, but it was hers, and he would make it their fortress tonight.

In the kitchen, Spencer's eyes scanned the fridge and cabinets with a critical eye. He knew the depths of an omega's hunger during heat, and he wasn't taking any chances. He grabbed a notepad and scribbled a list of essentials: protein, carbs, water, and some of the sweet treats he knew she liked. They had to have enough to last them through the next couple of days, just in case.

As he turned to leave the kitchen, he found Y/N standing in the doorway, her eyes on him with a mix of longing and apprehension. The sight of her, her hair a wild mess around her flushed face, her clothes sticking to her body from the heat of her need, made his control waver. He took a deep breath, forcing himself to stay calm.

"Here," he said, his voice gruff as he handed her a bottle of water. "You need to stay hydrated."

Y/N took the bottle, her hands trembling as she twisted the cap. She took a tentative sip, the cool liquid sliding down her throat like a balm. She watched as Spencer walked over to the thermostat, his eyes never leaving hers as he cranked the AC up to the maximum setting.

The cold air began to blow, feeling like heaven on her flushed skin. Goosebumps erupted along her arms and neck, but she didn't care. It was the first time in hours that she felt anything other than the suffocating heat of her own body. She closed her eyes, savouring the relief, her breaths coming out in shaky sighs.

When she opened them again, she found Spencer watching her, his eyes dark and hungry. The sight of him sent a fresh wave of heat through her, and she knew she couldn't bear the touch of her clothes anymore. Her fingers began to fumble with the buttons of her shirt, desperate to feel the coolness of the air on her bare skin.

"Let me," Spencer murmured, his voice thick with need. He stepped closer, his hands brushing hers aside as he carefully unbuttoned her shirt. The fabric slipped from her shoulders, the cool air washing over her skin like a balm.

Y/N's eyes remained locked on his as he unzipped her pants, his knuckles brushing against her feverish skin. Each touch was a spark, igniting the fire of desire that was already raging inside her. She stepped out of the puddle of fabric, her body trembling with anticipation.

Her clothes lay scattered around them, a testament to the urgency of the moment. Spencer's eyes raked over her, drinking in the sight of her nakedness. Her breasts were heavy with need, the peaks tight and sensitive, and she knew he could see the evidence of her arousal, the slickness that coated her thighs.

Taking a deep, shaky breath, Y/N reached out and took Spencer's hand. He was a vision of restrained power, his own desire clear in the tension of his body. She tugged gently, and he followed her without hesitation, allowing her to lead him to the bedroom.

The moment the door clicked shut behind them, Y/N's hunger took over. With a snarl of need, she yanked at Spencer's shirt, the fabric giving way under her frenzied touch. Buttons popped and flew in every direction, leaving a trail in their wake. Y/N's eyes raked over him, her hunger growing with every inch of skin revealed.

Spencer's eyes widened at the ferocity of her desire, his own need spiraling out of control. He reached for her, his hands trembling as he helped her rid him of his clothes. Her nails scraped against his chest, leaving trails of fire in their wake, and he couldn't help the groan that tore from his throat.

Once they were both naked, the air in the room seemed to crackle with electricity. Spencer's eyes were drawn to the heat between her thighs, the slickness that gleamed in the soft light. He knew he had to be gentle, that she was in pain, but the need to claim her was a beast that was quickly taking over.

With a growl that was half desperation and half hunger, he dropped to his knees before her. His hands trembled as he spread her legs, the sight of her wet and swollen folds making his mouth water. Y/N's eyes widened, her breath catching in her throat as she watched him, her body taut with anticipation.

Spencer's tongue darted out, tasting the sweetness of her arousal, and she moaned, the sound echoing through the room. He lapped at her, slow and gentle, his tongue tracing the delicate line of her slit. The taste of her was intoxicating, a potent cocktail of need and desire that went straight to his head. He could feel the spontaneous rut he almost fell into come back in full force.

Her hips rocked against his mouth, urging him to go deeper, to claim her completely. He obeyed, sliding two fingers inside her tight, wet heat, curling them just so to hit that sweet spot that had her crying out his name. Spencer's eyes never left her as he worked her over, his mouth worshiping her, his teeth grazing her clit just enough to make her squirm.

And then she whispered it, the word that set his soul on fire. "Mate," she whimpered, her voice thick with need. The word sent a bolt of pure, animalistic lust through him, and he knew he could hold out no longer. He had to claim her, to make her his in every way possible.

With a growl that was more animal than human, Spencer stood, his cock thick and heavy with need. He could feel the rut fully taking over, the need to knot and breed her driving him to the brink of madness. Y/N's eyes were glazed with heat, her pupils blown wide as she watched him, her chest heaving with each ragged breath.

Spencer's hand was at the back of her neck before he could think, his thumb pressing into the sensitive spot that sent a shiver down her spine. "Say it again," he demanded, his voice thick with need.

Y/N's eyes snapped to his, the reality of what she had just said crashing over her. But the need was too great, the heat too intense. "Mate," she whispered, her voice trembling.

Spencer's eyes darkened, the word echoing in his mind like a siren's call. He knew what it meant, what it signified. The bond between a mated pair was sacred, unbreakable. And here she was, offering it to him, begging for it. He didn't dare hope, didn't dare believe she truly knew what she was saying.

But the scent of her, the desperate need in her voice, it was all too real. He could feel the rut taking over, his body demanding he claim her, make her his in every way. He took a step closer, his cock pressing against her thigh, the heat of her skin almost unbearable. "Y/N," he whispered, his voice a hoarse growl. "Do you know what you're asking for?"

Her eyes searched his, and she nodded, the desperation in them unmistakable. "I need you," she whimpered, her voice breaking on the words. "Please, Spencer."

Spencer felt something primal stir within him, something that had been lying dormant for so long. He had always known he was a delta, a protector, a nurturer, but hearing her beg for him like this, it brought out an alpha energy he never knew he had. He wanted to claim her, to make her his in every way possible.

With a gentle but firm grip, Spencer guided Y/N to the bed, her legs wobbly with need. He watched as she lay back, her chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. She looked just like the woman in his dreams, the one he had fantasized about countless times, her body begging for his touch, for his claim.

He hovered over her, his eyes drinking in every inch of her. The scent of her heat was intoxicating, calling out to his soul. His cock was rock-hard, the tip slick with pre-cum as it grazed her slit.

"Need… your knot, Delta," she gasped, the words coming out in choppy breaths. "Please… fill me."

The primal plea was all Spencer needed to hear. With a roar that was half-relief and half-desire, he thrust into her, filling her to the brink. Y/N's legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer, her nails digging into his back as she begged for more.

He held her down, his hips moving in a relentless rhythm that had her crying out in ecstasy. The feel of her tight around him was unlike anything he had ever experienced, the warmth of her body enveloping him, the slickness of her arousal making every stroke pure bliss.

Y/N's nails raked down Spencer's back, leaving a trail of red in their wake. She wanted to scream out in relief at finally being filled, finally feeling the full force of his desire for her. Her legs tightened around his waist, her heels digging into his ass as she urged him deeper, harder.

Spencer groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head at the feeling of her pussy gripping him so tightly. He had never felt anything so good, so right in his entire life. And then she started nipping at his throat, her teeth grazing his skin. The sensation sent shockwaves of pleasure through him, making his cock pulse inside her.

"Spencer," she moaned, her voice thick with need. "Make me yours."

Spencer's eyes snapped to hers, the gravity of her words sinking in. He knew what she was asking, the full implication of it. To claim an omega during heat was to form a bond that was unbreakable, a promise of forever. He felt his heart swell with love and possessiveness at the thought.

"Y/N," he rasped, his voice barely audible. "I need to hear you say it."

Her eyes searched his, the depth of her need reflected in their dark pools. "What?" she breathed, her voice trembling with anticipation.

"I need you to say it," Spencer murmured, his eyes never leaving hers. "I need to know you truly want this, that you want me to claim you as my mate."

Her eyes searched his, the depth of her need unmistakable. "I do," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I want you to bite me, Spencer. I want you to claim me."

The words were like a catalyst, igniting the beast within him. With a snarl of pure need, Spencer leaned down and claimed her mouth in a kiss that was both fierce and tender. His teeth grazed her lower lip, and she shivered, her hips arching up to meet his. He could feel the moment she was ready, her body begging for the bite that would seal their bond.

With one hand braced against the headboard, Spencer's other hand slid down to her neck, his thumb tracing the pulse point that hammered against her skin. He watched as she closed her eyes, her body going taut with anticipation. His mouth hovered over her neck, his breath hot against her skin.

He felt her body tighten around him as he bit down, his teeth sinking into the soft flesh of her neck. She cried out, her nails digging into his back as the sensation of his claim shot through her. The pain was immediate, but it quickly gave way to a pleasure so intense it was almost unbearable.

Her orgasm exploded through her, a supernova of sensation that left her seeing stars. Her pussy clamped down on his cock, her muscles spasming around his cock as she rode the wave of ecstasy. The bond flared to life between them, a golden thread that connected their hearts, their souls, forever intertwined.

Spencer's hips stuttered as he felt the bite of her orgasm, her tight pussy milking his cock for all it was worth. He knew he was close, so close to filling her with his knot, to claiming her completely. With a snarl, he grabbed her thighs, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he lifted her legs. He folded her in half, the head of his cock teasing her swollen entrance as he looked down at her.

"Knot me," she begged, her voice a desperate whine. "Please, Spencer."

Her words were like a command, and Spencer couldn't hold back any longer. He thrust into her with everything he had, his cock swelling with the promise of his knot. Y/N's eyes went wide as she felt the pressure build, the anticipation making her pant with need.

He reached up, his hand cupping the back of her head as he brought her face to his neck. His pulse thrummed beneath her lips, a silent invitation. She didn't hesitate, her teeth sinking into the tender flesh, marking him as hers just as he had marked her.

The sensation was exquisite, a mix of pain and pleasure that sent him over the edge. Spencer felt his knot swell, the pressure building until it was all he could focus on. He slammed into her, his body moving on instinct alone.

And then it was there, the sweet, tight heat of her pussy clamping down around his knot, the feeling of her body accepting him completely. He groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head as he rut into her, the friction of her walls around him sending him spiraling into the most intense orgasm he had ever experienced.

Y/N's eyes widened as she felt spurt after spurt of his cum fill her up, the heat of it branding her from the inside out. It was a feeling unlike anything she had ever known, a fullness that was both overwhelming and incredibly satisfying. She moaned, her hips moving in time with his, her body eager to take every drop he had to give.

Their movements slowed, their breaths mingling in the quiet of the room. Spencer's knot was still lodged deep inside her, his cock pulsing with the aftershocks of his release. Y/N could feel the warmth of his seed filling her, the feeling of completeness washing over her in waves. The intense need that had consumed her only moments ago had subsided, leaving in its wake a deep, sated contentment.

With a gentle sigh, Spencer manoeuvred them onto their side, his knot still buried within her, unwilling to let go just yet. He stroked her cheek softly, his thumb brushing away the tears that had fallen unnoticed during their passionate union. His eyes searched hers, filled with a tenderness that took her breath away.

"Are you okay?" he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

Y/N nodded, her eyes still locked on his, the reality of what had just happened sinking in. "More than okay," she whispered, her voice hoarse from her screams of pleasure. "I've never felt like this before."

Spencer's hand tightened around her, his heart racing from the intensity of their bonding. "Me neither," he admitted, his voice just as rough. He pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, his love for her shining in his eyes. "You're mine now, Y/N. I'll always protect you, always be here for you."

The words sent a warmth through her that had nothing to do with her heat. She leaned into him, her arms wrapping around his neck. "And you're mine," she murmured, her voice filled with the same fierce possessiveness.

Spencer chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest. He kissed her softly, savouring the feel of her lips against his. "Always," he promised, his eyes never leaving hers.

As the minutes ticked by, Spencer felt the pressure of his knot begin to recede. The bond between them was still new, the connection still pulsing with energy. He could feel her body relaxing around him, the tightness of her heat giving way to a gentle, pulsing ache that reminded him of the bond they had just formed.

Y/N's eyes fluttered open, her gaze meeting his. The need in her eyes was unmistakable, and Spencer felt his own body respond in kind. Her heat was just beginning, and she was ready to go again. He couldn't believe it, but his cock was already thickening again, eager to be inside her once more.

With a gentle smile, Spencer kissed her softly, his thumb stroking the claim mark on her neck. "Shh," he murmured, his voice soothing. "Let me love you properly this time."

He pulled away slowly, his knot slipping out of her with a wet pop that made them both gasp. He took a moment to appreciate the sight of her, sprawled out on the bed, her body flushed and sweaty, her eyes glazed with passion. He knew he was staring, but he couldn't help it. She was beautiful, and she was his.

Their bodies were still connected by the invisible thread of their bond, the warmth of it pulsing between them like a living thing. Spencer felt his rut begin to ebb, the primal need to claim her giving way to a more gentle, loving desire. He knew he could go again, and he knew she needed it. But this time, he was going to take his time.

He leaned in, capturing her mouth in a kiss that was sweet and tender. His hands roamed her body, exploring every curve and hollow with reverence. He could feel her responding to his touch, her body arching into him, begging for more.

Spencer's lips trailed down her neck, his teeth nipping at the claim mark he had left earlier. Y/N's eyes fluttered closed, a soft moan escaping her lips. His mouth moved lower, kissing and licking her collarbone, his tongue tracing the line of her sternum.

Her breaths grew shallower as he approached her breasts, the anticipation of his touch making her nipples harden. Spencer took his time, savouring the taste of her skin, the scent of their mating still lingering in the air. When he finally reached her breasts, he took one in his mouth, his tongue flicking over the sensitive peak.

Y/N's back arched off the bed, her hands tangling in his hair as she held him closer. He took his time, switching between each breast, his teeth grazing her tender flesh before his mouth closed around the other nipple. She gasped, her body trembling with the sensation.

His hand slid down her body, his fingers finding her clit, stroking it in a slow, torturous rhythm that had her panting and writhing beneath him. Y/N could feel the pleasure building, a crescendo that threatened to consume her. It was different this time, more intense, more intimate.

Spencer watched her face, his eyes dark with desire as he played her body like an instrument. His fingers slipped lower, coating themselves in her slickness. He teased her, his digit hovering just outside, the anticipation driving her wild.

Y/N's eyes fluttered closed, her body tensing as Spencer's fingers slid through her plump folds before sinking a single finger into her. The sensation was exquisite, sending a shiver down her spine. He watched her face intently, the pleasure etched across her features like a map to paradise. Her breath hitched as he touched her, his eyes never leaving her.

He marveled at the way her body responded to him, her walls clenching around his digit as if trying to pull him deeper. Spencer's own breath grew ragged as he slid in and out of her, watching the way her slickness coated his hand. The sight was mesmerizing, a testament to the depth of her need, her desire for him.

With a gentle push, he added another finger, stretching her slowly. Her grip on his hair tightened, her hips bucking up to meet his hand. He felt her muscles contract around him, her body begging for more. He could feel her building to another peak, her breaths coming faster and faster.

Spencer's mouth returned to her breasts, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh as he suckled. Y/N's body responded with a jolt of pleasure, her hips rolling against his hand. He could feel her getting closer, her walls fluttering around his fingers.

He swirled his tongue around her nipple, the taste of her skin making him growl with desire. Her nails dug into his back, urging him on as he switched to the other breast, giving it the same attention. Spencer knew she was close, the tension in her body almost tangible. He felt his own need rising again, his cock hardening with each whimper she made.

But he needed more. He needed to taste her slick, to devour the essence of her desire. He kissed his way down her body, his mouth leaving a trail of fire in its wake. The scent of her arousal was making his mouth water and his cock ache with need.

When his tongue finally reached her folds, she gasped, her hips jolting upward. He took his time, savouring the sweet flavour of her heat. Spencer lapped at her clit, his tongue swirling around the sensitive nub, teasing it with gentle strokes. Her legs quivered, her body begging for more.

Her thighs tightened around his head, trapping him in a prison of pure ecstasy. He didn't mind, though; he was exactly where he wanted to be. His nose buried in her scen. He could feel her getting closer, her body tightening around his digits. Spencer's tongue danced around her clit, the musky sweetness of her arousal coating his taste buds. He groaned, his own cock jerking with need.

Her hips began to rock against his face, her breaths coming in ragged pants. Spencer swiped his tongue through her folds, collecting her slick on his taste buds. The taste was exquisite, a flavor that was uniquely hers, and it had him craving more.

As Y/N's climax built, her body tightened around his fingers, her muscles clenching and releasing in a symphony of need. Spencer felt the first tremor of her orgasm, the way her walls fluttered around his digits. The sound she made was one of pure bliss, a keening cry that sent a bolt of desire straight to his cock.

When she finally came, it was like watching a star explode. Her body arched off the bed, her back bowing as she screamed his name. The feeling of her pussy clamping down on his fingers was almost too much, the pleasure so intense it was almost painful. Her walls contracted around him, squeezing him in a rhythmic pulse. Y/N felt her pleasure wash over her in waves, her release a warm, wet embrace that seemed to resonate through every fibre of her being.

Spencer watched her come undone, his eyes dark with desire. He didn't stop, his tongue and fingers working in tandem to keep her pleasure at its peak. Y/N's body was a symphony of sensation, and he was her maestro.

When her climax finally subsided, she collapsed back onto the bed, her chest heaving. Spencer pulled away, a smug smile playing on his lips as he watched the aftershocks of pleasure ripple through her. Her legs fell open, giving him a perfect view of her glistening pussy, and he couldn't help but admire his handiwork.

He kissed his way back up her body, feeling the heat of her skin against his lips. When he reached her neck, he kissed the claim mark tenderly before pulling back to look into her eyes. "Ready for more?" he whispered, his voice hoarse with need.

Y/N nodded, her eyes glazed with desire. "Yes, mate," she breathed, her voice a desperate whine. "Please, need you to fill me with your cum."

Spencer's cock swelled with need at her words, the base of his shaft already beginning to thicken. He kissed her deeply, their tongues dancing together as he positioned himself at her entrance. He could feel her heat, her pussy begging for him, the slickness of her arousal coating his cock as he pushed inside her.

Being back in her felt like heaven. The warm, tight embrace of her body was like coming home after a long, hard day. The way she took him in, her walls clenching around him as if she never wanted to let go, was a feeling he could never get enough of.

Spencer took a deep breath, trying to regain some semblance of control. His rut was still strong, but he knew he had to be gentle. He had already taken her hard once, and she needed to be cherished now. His hips rolled slowly, pushing into her with a deliberate rhythm that had her crying out for more.

He watched her face as he moved, the way her eyes rolled back in her head, the way her lips parted in a silent moan. It was intoxicating, knowing he could reduce her to this state of pure, unbridled passion. He felt the base of his shaft swell again, the need to knot her rising once more. But he held back, his thrusts measured and deep.

Y/N's nails scraped down his back, her legs wrapping around his waist, urging him to go faster. Spencer growled, the sound rumbling through his chest as he fought the urge to give in to his instincts. He knew he had to be careful with her, to not overwhelm her with his own needs. His hands gripped her hips, his thumbs tracing the sensitive skin as he pushed into her with every ounce of control he had left.

He watched himself disappear into her pussy, the sight of his cock disappearing into her tight, wet heat making his knees tremble. It was like watching a painting come to life, every stroke a masterpiece of passion and need. The way she took him, her body moulding around him like a glove.

Spencer felt his knot swell, the beginnings of it teasing her hole as he pushed in deeper. He could see the anticipation in her eyes, the way she bit her bottom lip as she waited for the knot to catch.

Her walls quivered around him, and he knew she was close again. He leaned down, whispering sweet nothings into her ear, his breath hot against her neck. "You're mine," he murmured, his voice low and needy. "Mine to love, mine to protect, mine to breed."

The words sent a fresh wave of arousal through her, and she clamped down on his cock, her pussy spasming around his length. Spencer couldn't hold back anymore. With a roar, he slammed into her, his knot swelling to fill her completely.

Y/N felt the heady fullness as he locked them together, her body trembling with the intensity of it all. His seed flooded her, hot and thick, filling her up until she thought she might burst. It was a feeling like no other, a claim so primal and complete that it left her feeling utterly and completely owned.

Her pussy clenched around his knot, trying to pull him deeper, to keep him with her forever. Spencer groaned, his own orgasm tearing through him like a hurricane. He could feel her muscles working him, her body begging for his seed, for the life they could create together.

Y/N's legs tightened around his waist, her ankles locking together as she held him close. Her walls fluttered around his cock, milking him with a fierce need that mirrored his own.

As the storm of passion abated, they lay there, intimately locked together, panting heavily. Spencer's knot was still embedded deep within her, the warmth of his cum filling her up, the aftershocks of their shared climax pulsing through them both.

Exhaustion began to seep into Spencer's limbs, his muscles feeling like overstretched elastic. His eyes closed, and his breathing grew deeper, the scent of their mating still heavy in the air. Y/N's body felt boneless, her strength drained from the intensity of their union. Her eyes remained closed, savouring the feeling of his weight pressing her into the mattress.

Sleep claimed them, a gentle reprieve from the whirlwind of emotions, sensations, and hormones that had consumed them. Their bodies remained intertwined, Spencer's knot still swollen within her, a physical reminder of the bond they had formed. The quiet hum of the air conditioner was the only sound in the room, a comforting white noise that soothed their overstimulated bodies.

Y/N awoke later in the night, her body still thrumming with the aftermath of their intense mating. Despite the hours that had passed, the heat of her need hadn't waned. Her hand slid down to Spencer's side, feeling the warmth of his skin and the steady rise and fall of his chest.

Her fingers found their way to his cock, already half-hard with the promise of what was to come. She smirked, feeling a sense of power in knowing she could stir him from sleep with just a touch. Carefully, she slid her body down the bed, her mouth watering at the thought of his taste.

Y/N wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft, feeling the warm velvet of his skin against her palm. She leaned in, her breath hot against his cock as she took the tip into her mouth. Spencer stirred but didn't wake, a low groan escaping his lips as he felt the wet heat of her mouth envelop him.

Her tongue swirled around the head, tasting the remnants of their love making still lingering there. She took him deeper, her throat tightening around his length, her eyes watering slightly from the effort. Spencer's breathing grew more erratic, his body moving slightly with each stroke of her mouth.

She bobbed her head, taking him in as far as she could, her cheeks hollowing with each suck. The taste of him was intoxicating, a mix of salt and musk that had her craving more. Her other hand stroked his thigh, feeling the tension coil tighter and tighter with each pass.

Spencer's hips began to move, his body responding to the pleasure she was giving him without fully waking. Y/N took it as a sign to continue, her hand working in tandem with her mouth. She could feel his knot swelling, a gentle reminder of the way he claimed her. The thought made her core ache, her heat flaring up once more.

With a final suck, she pulled away, her eyes meeting his. He was awake now, his gaze dark with desire. "I need you," she whispered, her voice hoarse from her earlier screams.

Spencer's eyes flashed with understanding, his hand reaching for her. "You have me," he murmured, pulling her closer. He kissed her deeply, their tongues dancing together in a silent conversation of love and need.

With a gentle push, he had her on all fours, her ass in the air, her pussy glistening with her slick. The sight of her like this, so vulnerable and open to him, sent a fresh wave of desire crashing through him. He felt his cock swell, the urge to claim her again almost overwhelming.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. He traced her spine with his fingertips, watching as goosebumps pebbled her skin. Spencer took a moment to appreciate the sight of her, his cock bobbing with need as he lined himself up with her entrance.

With a gentle push, he slid into her, the slickness of her pussy making it easy. Y/N gasped, her body stretching to accommodate him once more. The feeling of fullness was addictive, a warm embrace that had her hips rocking back to meet him. Spencer's eyes rolled back in his head, his blood pulsing with the need to claim her again.

He wrapped his hand around her hip, his fingers digging into her soft flesh as he began to move. His hips met hers in a steady rhythm, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. Y/N's moans grew louder, her voice a symphony of pleasure that had Spencer's cock swelling even more.

He didn't hold back this time, letting his instincts take over as he claimed her in the most primal way possible. Each thrust was a declaration of ownership, his cock pounding into her with a ferocity that had her panting and begging for more. Her ass jiggled with each impact, the sensation of his knot teasing her with every retreat and plunge.

Spencer's grip on her flesh was tight, his fingers digging into her soft curves as he pulled her back into each stroke. The sound of their bodies colliding filled the room, a symphony of passion that seemed to resonate through the walls.

He felt the slickness of her pussy coating his cock as he drove into her, her moans music to his ears. Spencer's mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, each one more primal and needy than the last. He adjusted his angle slightly, and the world around them shattered.

Y/N's scream was a guttural sound of pure ecstasy as he hit her G-spot with a precision that made her toes curl. Her walls clamped down around him, the sensation so intense she thought she might pass out. The pleasure was like nothing she had ever felt before, a supernova that consumed her from the inside out.

Her pussy clenched around Spencer's cock, the muscles contracting in a vice-like grip. He felt her orgasm building, the way her body was responding to his touch. It was like watching a time-lapse of a flower blooming, beautiful and mesmerizing.

With a sudden jolt, Y/N's pussy spasmed, and she squirted, the warm, wetness of her release coating his cock. Spencer's eyes went wide with shock and pleasure, the sensation unlike anything he had ever felt before. It was like a dam had burst, her arousal spraying onto him in a testament to the intensity of her climax.

He didn't stop, his hips moving faster, his cock swelling even more as he felt the beginnings of his knot. The pressure was intense, almost painful, but the thought of being trapped inside her, of filling her with his seed, had him panting with need.

Spencer slammed into her, his knot finally locking into place with a satisfying pop. Y/N screamed, her body jolting as she felt the fullness. Her pussy spasmed around him, her walls clenching in an attempt to hold him in place.

They remained like that for a moment, both lost in the intensity of their union. Then, with a gentle tug, Spencer laid her down on her side, his cock still buried deep within her. He reached out with one hand, his thumb finding her clit, and began to tease the sensitive bud in a slow, steady rhythm.

Y/N's body arched, the feeling of his knot deep inside her combined with the pressure on her clit was almost too much. She could feel the beginnings of another orgasm building, a storm brewing on the horizon of pleasure. Her eyes rolled back in her head, her mouth open in a silent scream as he worked her body like a finely tuned instrument.

With his free hand, Spencer reached up to tease and pinch her nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. The sensation shot straight to her core, her pussy clenching around his cock in response. He watched her reaction with a dark smile as he continued to manipulate her sensitive peak.

Her breaths grew shallower, her hips moving restlessly against his knot. "Again," she begged, her voice a desperate whine. Spencer was more than happy to oblige, his thumb flicking over her clit faster, the pad of his thumb pressing down just enough to drive her wild.

Her hand reached up to cover her mouth, muffling the sounds of her pleasure. Y/N's eyes met his, a silent plea for more, for the release that was just out of reach. Spencer leaned in, his teeth grazing her earlobe as he whispered, "You're going to cum for me, aren't you?"

He knew he was playing with fire, but the thrill of watching her lose control was too great to resist. He pinched her nipple slightly harder, feeling the peak tighten under his touch. Her response was immediate, her pussy clamping down around his knot in a delicious rhythm that had his balls drawing up tight.

"Please," she gasped, her eyes squeezed shut, "please, Spencer."

Her pleas only served to spur him on. He knew exactly what she needed, what she craved. He pinched her nipple a little harder, watching as her back arched and her hips bucked into his. The sensation of her silky heat gripping his knot was driving him wild, he needed to feel her come apart around him once more.

His thumb continued to work her clit, the pressure increasing with each pass. Y/N could feel the tension coiling in her belly, the tightness in her chest that signaled her impending release. Her hand fell away from her mouth, her cries of pleasure echoing through the room.

Spencer watched her face contort with ecstasy. He knew she was close, could feel it in the way her pussy was pulsing around his knot. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear as he whispered, "Come for me, my love."

Her eyes snapped open, meeting his, and he knew she was there. With one last pinch to her nipple and a hard flick of his thumb against her clit, she shattered. Y/N's body convulsed in his arms, her pussy clamping down so hard on his cock that he had to bite back a shout of his own. Her orgasm washed over them both, a tsunami of pleasure that left them both gasping for air.

They lay there for a few moments, panting and sweaty, basking in the afterglow of their shared climax. Y/N's eyes remained closed, a soft smile playing on her lips as she felt the last tremors of pleasure fade. Spencer's hand stroked her hair, his thumb tracing gentle patterns on her forehead as he watched her relax.

Spencer's knot grew smaller, slipping out of her with a wet pop. He felt the loss of her warmth acutely, but he knew she needed a moment to recover. Carefully, he pulled out of her, his cock still half-hard and glistening with their combined juices.

Y/N's body felt sore but satiated, her limbs like jelly. She could feel the stickiness between her legs, the evidence of their passion. She looked up at Spencer, her eyes filled with love and contentment. He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead.

"Thank you," she murmured, her voice still thick with arousal. "For being here with me."

Spencer's smile grew, his eyes soft with affection. "Always," he assured her, his voice a gentle rumble that seemed to resonate through her entire being. He pulled her into his arms, cradling her against his chest.

Y/N pressed her nose into his neck, inhaling deeply. Spencer's scent was intoxicating, a mix of sweat and musk that made her hips rock back and forth, searching for friction against his thigh. His arms tightened around her, his own arousal evident as his cock began to harden once more.

"Again?" he asked, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down her spine.

Y/N nodded, her eyes never leaving his, her need as potent as the scent of her heat that still lingered in the air. Spencer's cock was already beginning to swell again, the thought of being claimed once more making her body ache.

He rolled her onto her back, his body covering hers as he kissed her deeply. His hands roamed over her body, relearning every curve and dip, his fingers tracing the lines of her hips before moving to cup her breasts. He felt the weight of them in his palms, the softness of her skin. His thumbs brushed over her nipples, and she gasped into his mouth, her body arching towards him.

The digital clock on the bedside table read 3:14 AM, the red numbers glowing against the darkness of the room. The only other light was the soft glow of the moon filtering through the crack in the curtains, casting shadows across the bed. But they were not thinking of the time. Right now, all that mattered was the primal connection that had been forged between them.

Spencer's kiss grew more urgent, his hands moving to her thighs, pushing them apart as he settled himself between them. He could feel the warmth of her heat, the slickness of her desire. His cock, still sensitive from their previous mating, the tip brushing against her folds.

Y/N's legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer. The pressure was almost unbearable, the need to have him inside her once more was overwhelming. Spencer groaned, his teeth scraping against her bottom lip before he broke the kiss. He took a moment to look down at her, his eyes dark with lust.

Her heat was still riding her hard, the pheromones in the air thick and potent. The scent of their mating lingered on their skin, a heady aroma that only served to fuel the fire between them. Y/N reached down, her hand guiding his cock to her entrance. The anticipation was a sweet torture, her body quivering with need.

With a low groan, Spencer pushed into her, his cock sliding through her slick folds with ease. She was so wet for him, so welcoming, her pussy clenching around him as he filled her up.

Y/N thrust her hips up desperately, the need to feel his knot inside her overwhelming. She needed to be claimed again, to be flooded with his seed, to have him mark her as his own. The intensity of her desire was like a living creature, clawing at her from the inside out, demanding to be sated.

With surprising strength fueled by her heat, she flipped their positions, straddling Spencer's hips. Her hands gripped his shoulders as she lined herself up with his cock, his eyes widening in shock and arousal. The head of his cock nudged at her entrance, and she took a deep breath before sliding down onto him, her pussy stretching around his thickness.

Her hips began to move, bouncing on his cock as fast as her thighs allowed. Each downward motion sent a jolt of pleasure through her body, the friction against her swollen clit making her eyes roll back in her head. Spencer's hands found her breasts, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh as he watched her ride him.

The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the room, a symphony of passion that seemed to echo through every corner of the hotel suite. Spencer's hips jumped up to meet hers, his eyes never leaving the mesmerizing sight of her pussy swallowing his cock. The tightness, the wetness, the way she took him so eagerly.

Y/N's breath was coming in harsh pants, her chest heaving with each thrust. She could feel her orgasm building once more, the pressure growing with each passing second. Spencer's eyes were glued to her, his own arousal clear in his gaze. He watched her with a mix of amazement and need.

"Spencer," she moaned, her voice a desperate whine. "I need your knot. I want to carry your child." The words seemed to hang in the air, a declaration of her deepest desires. She knew it was risky, that they weren't ready for a child, but the heat had taken control of her body, her mind.

Spencer's eyes snapped to hers, his pupils dilating with the realization of what she was asking. The words hung in the air, a declaration of the deepest kind of bonding. Despite the urgency of her heat, the implications of her words hit him like a sledgehammer. He knew the risks, the responsibility that came with it, but the raw, primal need to claim her, to fill her with his seed, was stronger than his reservations.

For a moment, he hesitated, his mind racing. Y/N was on birth control shots, a fact he had overheard in one of her casual conversations with JJ, Emily, and Garcia. But the thought of her round with his pup, their child growing inside her, was too tempting to resist. The idea of her carrying his offspring, of them starting a family, was more than he could ever have hoped for.

With a snarl of need, Spencer gave into the fantasy, his hips bucking up to meet hers The idea of her carrying his pup was too tempting to ignore. He could almost feel the warmth of a new life growing inside her, the bond that would tie them together forever.

"Spencer," Y/N begged, her walls tightening around him. "Knot me, please."

Spencer knew that he couldn't actually get her pregnant at this moment, but the desperation in her voice, the way she pleaded for him, it was too much to resist. He leaned back, allowing her to take control of their rhythm, her hips moving with an animalistic grace that had him growling. The beginnings of his knot was just visible, and she slammed down onto him, her body hungry for the fullness it promised.

He watched as the base of his cock began to swell, the tip of his knot just breaching her entrance. Y/N's eyes went wide, and she threw her head back. The sensation was addicting, the feeling of being filled so completely.

Spencer's knot grew thicker, stretching her to the limits of her ability. She could feel her pussy clench around it, trying to draw him deeper. Her slick was leaking onto his pelvis, the silky feeling of it helping his cock glide in and out of her with ease. Her movements grew erratic, her hips moving with a wild abandon that had them both moaning.

"Fuck me, Spencer," she panted, her eyes glazed over with need. "Breed me, fill me with your cum. I want to feel you knot me, I want to carry your pup." Spencer's eyes widened, his breath hitching at the graphic words spilling from her lips.

The thought of her tight pussy taking his knot was driving him wild. He could feel the swell of his cock, the beginnings of his own orgasm building. "You want to be bred, don't you?" He watched her nod, her eyes never leaving his. "You want me to fill you up, to claim you as mine?"

Y/N nodded, unable to form coherent words as she felt the pressure of his knot against her pussy. "Yes," she moaned, her voice breathless. "I want it, Spencer. I need it."

Spencer's eyes narrowed, his teeth bared in a feral smile. "You're going to take all of me," he growled, his voice dropping to a gravelly whisper. "Every inch, until you're screaming for more."

Y/N's eyes locked onto his, her pupils blown wide with desire. She reached down, her fingers slipping through her slick folds to find her clit. The first touch sent a shockwave through her body, and she gasped, her hips jolting. Spencer watched with rapt attention as she began to rub herself in time with her movements, her fingers circling the sensitive bud with increasing speed.

Her walls began to pulse around his cock, the tightness growing with each pass of her fingers. She was close, so close, and Spencer could feel it. The sight of her touching herself, her need for release, was almost more than he could handle.

With a snarl, Spencer's hips shot up, slamming her down onto his cock, forcing his knot into her tight pussy. Y/N's eyes went wide with pleasure, her mouth forming a silent 'O' of surprise. The pressure was intense, but she didn't fight it. Instead, she leaned into it, her body begging for more.

Her orgasm hit her like a freight train, the sensation of his knot filling her pushing her over the edge. Her pussy clenched around him, the muscles tightening in a vice-like grip that had him groaning. Spencer could feel her walls fluttering around his cock, her juices spilling out around his knot as she came.

Y/N's nails dug into his shoulders, her body arching as she rode out the waves of pleasure. Spencer's cock throbbed with each spurt of cum. He could feel the heat of it, the pressure in his balls as they tightened and drew up.

"Oh, Spencer," she moaned, her voice a sultry whisper. "I feel so full." Her pussy pulsed around his knot, her walls clenching as she continued to milk him for every drop of cum. Spencer's eyes rolled back in his head, his hips jerking involuntarily as he emptied himself into her.

Y/N's hands moved to grip his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as she rode out the aftershocks of her orgasm. "Your knot," she murmured, her voice filled with awe. "It's so big, so perfect." Her hips rocked against him, her body desperate for more friction, more pleasure.

Spencer watched her with a fierce possessiveness, his hand moving to rest on her flat stomach. "Imagine it," he said, his voice low and thick with desire. "Imagine me filling you with my pup." The thought was overwhelming, the idea of her carrying his child, a part of him inside her forever.

Y/N's breath hitched, her eyes fluttering closed at the sensation of his hand on her skin. She could almost feel the phantom warmth of a growing pup, a symbol of their bond, their love. "I want that, Delta," she whispered, her voice shaking. "I want to carry your pup."

Spencer's gaze grew soft, a gentle smile playing on his lips. "And I want that too," he murmured, his thumb brushing against her stomach in a tender caress. The thought of her carrying his child was so potent, so powerful, that it made his chest ache.

Y/N leaned down, her breasts pressing into his chest as she kissed him softly. Her breath was hot and sweet against his skin, and he could feel the tremors of her aftershocks running through her body. The scent of their mating was thick in the air, a heady aroma that seemed to cocoon them in their own private world.

With a contented sigh, she lowered herself onto him, her body slick with sweat and desire. Spencer's cock remained buried deep within her, his knot still swollen. The pressure was delicious, a constant reminder of their union. She nuzzled into his neck, her purrs of pleasure vibrating against his skin.

His arms wrapped around her, holding her tight as he stroked her back. His fingertips traced patterns across her skin, sending shivers down her spine. Y/N's eyes closed, her body going limp with satisfaction. She could feel the warmth of his body seeping into her, the steady beat of his heart beneath her ear.

Her mind was a haze of contentment, the fiery passion of her heat leaving her feeling like she was floating on a cloud. She was fully claimed by Spencer, his knot still nestled inside her, a constant reminder of their mating. The sensation was oddly comforting, a bond that went deeper than any words could ever express.

Y/N's body was boneless, her muscles relaxed to the point of near paralysis. Each breath she took was filled with Spencer's scent, his warmth enveloping her like a cozy blanket on a cold winter's night. Her mind was a haze of contentment, the intensity of her heat mellowing into a gentle buzz of satisfaction. The world around her was a soft, fuzzy blur, the only sharpness coming from the occasional twinge of pleasure as his knot shifted within her.

The stroking of Spencer's hand on her back grew slower, the gentle circles lulling her closer and closer to the edge of sleep. Her eyes grew heavy, her eyelids fluttering shut as she gave in to the comfort he offered. The feeling of his seed filling her was strange and exhilarating.

Her breathing grew even, matching the rhythm of his hand, as she drifted off into a doze. Y/N felt a warmth spread through her, not just from the aftermath of their mating, but from the love she felt for Spencer. It was a feeling she hadn't known existed before this moment, but now it seemed to envelop her entirely.

Spencer's mind, however, remained active. As she fell asleep in his arms, he found his thoughts wandering to the practicalities of the morning. He knew that her heat would last for a few more days, and he had to ensure she was comfortable and safe. The urge to keep her close was strong, but he had to balance that with his responsibilities.

With a sigh, he realized that he would have to call Hotch in the morning. He knew the conversation wouldn't be easy, but as he looked down at Y/N, he found that he wasn't worried. The bond between them was strong, a truth that transcended the constraints of their professional lives.

Spencer felt a strange sense of peace settle over him. He knew that he had made the right choice in claiming her, regardless of the potential repercussions. The connection they shared was more than just physical; it was a meeting of minds and hearts that had been building up since the first day.

He looked down at her peaceful face, the soft glow of the moonlight highlighting her features. Her long eyelashes fanned out on her cheeks, her breathing even and content. Spencer knew that what they had just shared was more than just the animalistic mating driven by her heat cycle. It was a declaration of something deeper, something that had been simmering between them for a long time.

Whatever the future held, Spencer was certain that they would face it together. The thought brought a warmth to his chest that was more potent than the post-orgasmic bliss. He knew that their bond was unbreakable, forged in the heat of passion and sealed with the promise of a future filled with love and a family of their own.

With that thought giving him comfort, he allowed himself to drift off to sleep. His hand remained on her back, his fingers idly tracing patterns that she would never feel in her sleep. Yet, it was a silent promise that he was there, that he would always be there for her.

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