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Roberta smiled, big and cheerful as she made her way down the railcar to her and her mate’s first class sleeper car. It was the best car on the whole Orient Express and they were getting it free of charge.
Her mate and Alpha, Pierre, was the senior conductor on the train and when he had told his boss, Mr. Bouc, a selfish Alpha with his bed partners, but a wonderful and loyal friend, that he would be putting in for some time off to take a well deserved vacation to Italy, Roberta’s home country, he had offered the car.
Pierre had declined at first, saying that he couldn’t possibly take the car away from a passenger.
Bouc had held up his hand to silence Pierre’s protest. “Pierre, you work the hardest on this train. The Orient Express wouldn’t be where it is today without you. We travel from Paris to Italy anyway. It would be foolish to deny you and Roberta such beautiful scenery on the way there. You both deserve this vacation, Pierre. Take the sleeper car.”
Pierre chewed on his lip in thought, sighing in resignation when he knew that his boss would not back down. “Alright. But, you must let me work until we get to Italy. I wouldn’t feel right about taking the car otherwise.”
Bouc sighed. “If it will make you feel better. But, you only work during the day. The nights you will have off to be with Roberta.”
Pierre smiled. “Merci, Monsieur Bouc.”
They needed this vacation. Pierre and Roberta loved each other very much, but their bond had been stressed as of late.
Pierre sometimes had to be gone for weeks at a time, and that would leave Roberta home, and feeling very lonely. She knew Pierre would always be faithful to her, but she couldn’t help but wonder if he would find someone better with all the new faces he saw on a daily basis. An Omega that was a real woman. She cried herself to sleep most nights when Pierre would come home, smelling of desperte Omega.
Pierre could see his beautiful Omega was distressed, so that was why he had suggested the vacation in the first place. It had been too long since he had seen a genuine smile curl up her lips and he needed to remind her how much he loved her. Her bright, green eyes had filled with such life when he told her they would spend two weeks in Italy. No work. No distractions. Just them.
Roberta had thrown her arms around her mate and kissed him deeply. She had missed her alpha very much, and this would give them time to reconnect and strengthen their bond.
It was already day two of their three day journey and Roberta was excited to get to Rome to spend the well deserved alone time with her mate. She was heading to their car to change into an evening gown, as they had planned to have dinner that night, just the two of them. Bouc was even letting Pierre off early so they might share a romantic meal together. He told them both not to worry, he would take care of everything.
Bouc had a soft spot for Roberta. They had become fast friends and he always wished that Pierre would bring her along when he worked. But, he knew that a life of travel was not for everyone. So he didn't push.
"Roberta!"
Roberta turned around and smiled as she saw Mr. Bouc coming up behind her. "Michael."
He hugged her and kissed her cheek. "Roberta, my darling. You are looking radiant. Is there a special occasion?" he teased.
She swatted at him with the back of her hand, rolling her eyes. "I should hope so. I'm supposed to have a romantic dinner with my mate. That is, if the director of the train made good on his promises."
Bouc laughed, linking her arm with his as he escorted her to her compartment. "I did. Everything is prepared. The staff know to give you the best table in the dining car, and the chefs are looking forward to stumping your unique palette."
Roberta laughed with him. She was very picky about what she ate and was able to pick out almost every single ingredient and spice that was used in her food. This wasn't the first time the chefs were trying to confuse her. They had yet to succeed.
"The only thing left to do is let Pierre know that he is officially on vacation."
Roberta's smile softened, squeezing his arm in thanks. "Thank you, Michael. You have done so much for us."
Bouc shook his head. "It is nothing, my dear. You and Pierre and the best people I know and are very dear to me. I know that being the mate of a traveler is not easy, and I do not want to see this as the reason why your bond dissolves. So, I will do everything in my power to make sure it doesn't."
Roberta sniffed and wiped away the tears threatening to fall at her friend's declaration. "You are going to make me ruin my makeup."
"And you would still be the most beautiful Omega in existence."
She smiled, resting her head on Bouc's shoulder as they continued on their journey to her compartment.
But, when they rounded the corner, Roberta was greeted by a sight that almost took her knees out from under her. Thankfully, Bouc's grip on her tightened at the last second and he held her up.
A beautiful Omega, with pitch black hair cascading down her backless purple evening gown, had Pierre pushed up against the wall in-between compartment doors. Her lips locked with his and her fingers were gripping his short curls, his conductor's hat discarded on the floor.
The cry that left Roberta's lips was filled with anguish and heartbreak. It was so loud, it felt like it was echoing in her head.
It was loud enough to rip Pierre away from the Omega. He stared at her, eyes wide and unbelieving as he saw his beautiful mate break. "Roberta?" He took a step towards her, forcing the unknown Omega to release her grip on him.
Roberta ripped herself out of Bouc's hold, running to her compartment and slamming the door shut, locking it behind her. She slid down the door, bringing her knees up to her chest as she sobbed.
"Roberta!" Pierre tried to follow her, only to be held back by Bouc. He turned to his boss, a growl rumbling deep in his chest, eyes going red as he was denied going to his mate.
Bouc growled back, louder and deeper.
It was a battle of wills that was only broken by the Omega pushing past them, smirking.
Bouc followed her with his eyes until she disappeared around the corner, turning back to Pierre. "Explain."
"She was asking me a question. That's it. The next thing I know, she had me pushed against the wall and then I heard Roberta scream. I wasn't even aware she was kissing me. I think I was in shock." His eyes filled with tears. He could lose Roberta forever. He couldn't let that happen. "Please, let me go to her."
Bouc's eyes searched Pierre's and saw nothing but honesty in the dark brown depths. He nodded. "But first, I need you to gather all the passengers in the dining car. I'll take care of the rest."
Pierre nodded and composed himself as much as possible before knocking on all the doors to the compartments and informing the passengers that the director would like to have a word with them.
Once all the passengers were in the dining car, sans Roberta, Bouc turned to Pierre. "Go. Fix this, Michel."
Pierre nodded, practically running towards his distressed mate.
Bouc stood in the center of the car, hands clasped tightly behind his back as he regarded all the passengers. His eyes lingered on the Omega that had caused the anguish in his friend and sent a glare her way. She responded in kind with a self satisfied smile and he bared his teeth at her. He knew it wasn't professional, but he was beyond caring. He saw her smirk falter and his glare hardened. He didn't look away until she lowered her eyes and bared her neck in submission.
He looked back at the rest of the passengers and opened his mouth to speak, putting the full weight of his Alpha status behind his voice. "I want to make one thing very clear."
He saw some passengers flinch and others hold back growls of their own, feeling like they were being challenged. In a way, they were.
"Anyone who is on my staff, is off limits. You will not try to engage them in sexual activity, you will not touch them if they do not wish to be touched, and you will speak to them with respect, regardless of status. Anyone who does not comply with these simple rules will be escorted from the train at the next available stop. Do I make myself clear?"
A few of the passengers grumbled while the rest nodded, looking uncomfortable.
"I said, do I make myself clear?" Bouc's voice rumbled loudly and he let some red bleed into his eyes.
"Yes." The various replies sounded
Bouc nodded. "You may go about your business."
He made his way to the Omega in the purple dress. She looked very nervous.
"Madam, at the next stop, you will depart from the train."
Her eyes widened in horror. "You can't do that!"
"Yes, I can. You assaulted a mated Alpha under my employ. Causing my friend a lot of unneeded stress."
Her glare returned. "That bitch in the white dress? She's not even a real-"
"Finish that sentence and I will throw you from the train as it is moving."
She visibly gulped and nodded.
"Pack your things. We reach the next station in the morning."
Pierre rushed to his and Roberta's compartment, knowing that the door would be locked, but he had to try. He had a key, but he wouldn't use it unless it was absolutely necessary.
"Roberta?"
"Vaffanculo!"
Pierre sighed. "My love, please let me explain!"
"Why?! What could you possibly say to make this better? You kissed her! And…. And she was…. Was a…."
Pierre felt his heart break even more as he heard his mate sob. He couldn't stand the thought of Roberta in pain and hated the fact that it was his fault. That it was caused by his inability to react. He needed to fix this. Now.
Pierre pulled out his pass key and unlocked the door, slowly easing it open in case Roberta tried to slam it in his face. When it stayed open, he slipped inside and his stomach dropped when he saw Roberta's open suitcase sitting on the bed, half filled with her belongings.
His head flew up as Roberta came out of the bathroom, holding her toiletry bag. A wounded sound slipped past his lips when he saw the devastation on his mate's face.
Her makeup had been removed, and there were dried tear tracks along her cheeks, made wet again by the fresh ones still falling from her eyes.
He reached for her, feeling his heart shatter even more when she stepped back, shaking her head. She moved past him to get to her suitcase, flinging the bag in as she turned towards the drawers beside the bed and gathering those things as well.
"Roberta, please."
She lost her grip at his voice, dropping the clothes and leaning forward on the bed, her arms barely holding her up as she let out a sob.
He tried to reach for her again, flinching back when she snapped at him, eyes glowing gold, "Don't touch me!"
The tears overflowed from his own eyes, leaving hot trails down his face. "Mon cheri, please. I did not kiss her. She kissed me. I would never betray you like that."
"But you didn't push her away."
He sighed deeply. "No. And that was my mistake. I won't lie, Roberta. I was shocked. I barely even registered that she kissed me, I just knew something felt wrong. …...And then I heard you." He squeezed his eyes shut, swallowing down his own sobs. "I don't ever want to hear you sound like that again."
It was silent for a few moments.
"Why didn't you?"
Roberta's voice was so soft, he barely heard her. "What?"
Her breathing shook as she took a deep breath to steady herself. "Why didn't you kiss her back?"
Pierre stared at her blankly, mouth hanging open in shock. He couldn't believe…. Had he heard her right? "I-
"She's everything you should want. Everything you deserve. She's beautiful, young…. Real."
Pierre felt his eyes narrow at that. "Real?"
"Damn it, Pierre! Yes, she's real! She's a real woman. Not like me."
"You are a real woman."
"I'm a freak! A man pretending to be a woman! I'm barely even an Omega. I never deserved you and I should've known it was only a matter of time before someone else would catch your eye." She hung her head, squeezing her eyes shut as she tried not to fall apart further. "I could smell them on you, you know? Every time you came home, I could smell all the Omegas who were desperate for you. All the women. I knew what they wanted. And how could they not? You are the sweetest man I've ever met. So kind. So wonderful. You've taken such good care of me all these years. But how could I ever be good enough to deserve you? I'm just a sad excuse for an Omega. An ex-prostitute transvestite. I should have never crawled out of that gutter."
"Stop." Pierre rushed forwards, cupping his mate's face in his hands. The tears fell from his eyes rapidly. "Please, stop."
Roberta weakly tried to get out of her mate's hold. She wanted him to hold her, to love her. But she had to be strong. She had to push him away so he could be free.
"Roberta, look at me."
She shook her head, hands gripping Pierre's wrists tightly.
"Please."
Her breath stuttered in her chest as she breathed deeply, her eyes slowly opening to meet the dark brown orbs that were usually filled with light and happiness, but were now filled with heartbreak.
"Roberta, I'm free when I'm with you."
"Cazzo." She hadn't realized she had said that last part out loud.
"My beautiful Roberta. It is I who does not deserve you."
She opened her mouth to protest, only for Pierre to place his finger over her lips, silencing her.
"You have the kindest heart of anyone I have ever met. You are so strong. It doesn't matter to me what you used to be. What matters is the person you are now. The woman you have become. You fought and clawed your way out of that place. And as a result, I was able to meet the woman of my dreams. The love of my life. The Omega who decided to give me a chance all those years ago. My mate."
Another tear made its way down Roberta's cheek, only to be brushed away by Pierre's gentle touch.
"There could never be anyone else for me, em>mon amour. You are my everything."
Roberta let a whine slip past her lips as she threw her arms around her Alpha's neck, kissing him for all she was worth.
Pierre moaned as he felt his Omega's body against his, gripping her waist tightly as he pushed his hungry tongue inside her mouth, desperate to taste her.
At the first brush of his tongue against hers, Roberta's knees went weak. Pierre hoisted her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist, holding him tightly like she was trying to mold herself to her mate's form.
Pierre's hands slipped down to her round, plump ass, using it as leverage to pull her forward and grind their growing arousals together.
Roberta threw her head back, letting out a desperate whimper as she felt her mate's hardness against her own. "Pierre."
Her suitcase was on the floor and Roberta found herself on the bed, Pierre's weight pressing into her pleasantly. She reached up to hold his face in her hands as she brought him down for another searing kiss. "Amore mio. Please," she moaned against his lips.
"What do you need, my love?" Pierre panted against her willing mouth. "Tell me. And I shall give it to you."
She pulled back to look into his eyes, almost completely black now as his lust for her grew. "You. Only you."
Pierre slipped his arms under her and hauled her up into his lap. "You have me. Always."
His hands pulled down the zipper of her delicate white dress as his lips found hers again. Hands caressing each inch of naked skin as it was revealed, he nosed his way down the column of her pale throat, swiping his tongue across her mating bite, just under the sharp cut of her jaw.
Roberta moaned low in her throat as pleasure ran across her entire body. Sparks danced across her skin where Pierre touched her, making her shiver in his arms.
He slipped the dress down her shoulders, lips following the same path as he laid her down again, slipping the dress down her legs and revealing her blue, satin panties. He could see that they were already soaked through with her slick and he inhaled deeply. Taking in the scent of honey, vanilla and roses, he rumbled deep in his chest. "Roberta."
Hooded eyes found his.
"May I taste you?"
Her head fell back against the pillow as she groaned. "Si, si. Per favore, si."
Pierre grinned down at his mate, pressing a quick kiss to the mole at the corner of her mouth before placing kisses down her body, settling himself between her thighs. He stopped at her chest, taking one of her nipples in his mouth. He sucked gently, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud and scraping his teeth along the flesh.
Roberta's back arched. A moan escaped her lips when Pierre's hand came up to roll the unattended nub between his fingers. "Pierre. Pierre, please."
He continued his path downwards at his mate's insistence, placing kisses and running his tongue along the flesh of her stomach before he made it to the waistband of her panties. A quick glance up confirmed that Roberta was watching him and he slowly slid the fabric down her slick soaked thighs. He sat up after having removed them and pressed them to his mouth, tasting her essence before he flung them off the side of the bed and attached his mouth to her legs.
Roberta cried out, clutching the back of her Alpha's head as his teeth sunk into her thighs. It had been so long since Pierre had worshiped her body like this. Her cock was fully hard and she was leaking slick so fast she worried it would soak through to the mattress. "Pierre. Please, I need you."
"I'm here. I'm here." He was so drunk off her scent and just the taste of her skin, but he needed more. She had always been so addictive to him and it had been so long since he was able to just taste and touch. He wasn't going to waste it. He abandoned the blossoming purple mark he left on her inner thigh and leaned up to run the flat of his tongue against the underside of her cock.
Roberta jerked. Pierre rarely ever did this. Was he actually going to-
Her train of thought was cut off and she screamed as Pierre slid her into his mouth, taking her down as far as he could. "Oddio! Ah, ah, ah!"
Pierre moaned around her. The feel of her velvety skin against his tongue. The taste of her. Hearing her sweet cries. He was in heaven. He sucked on the head, swirling his tongue around her as he bobbed his head, taking her in deeper and deeper until she hit the back of his throat.
"Pierre! Pierre, stop! I'm going to-"
Pierre quickly pulled off. "Are you alright, mon amour?"
Roberta nodded, trying to catch her breath. "I'm fine, coro mio. I just don't want to cum without your knot inside of me."
Pierre groaned, his head falling on her shoulder. "You will be the death of me."
Roberta laughed, carding her fingers through his hair. "Not too soon, I hope."
He laughed as well, meeting her tempting lips for a slow, deep kiss as they began to remove his uniform.
Once naked, Pierre found himself between his mate's legs once again. Her thighs thrown over his shoulders as his tongue dove deep into her, licking up her slick and opening her up to receive his knot.
"Si, si! Oh, Pierre!" Roberta moaned as Pierre slid a finger in alongside his tongue. She was writhing on the bed, one hand clutching the sheets as the other gripped his short curls tightly. "I'm ready. I'm ready. Please, amore mio."
Pierre ripped himself away from the Omega's hole, sliding his tongue inside her mouth as he slipped another finger inside of her. "Not yet. I won't hurt you."
"You won't. You won't." She yelped as he crooked his fingers, hitting her prostate. "Cazzo! Fuck me, Pierre. Now!"
He couldn't deny his mate. He pulled his fingers out and positioned his cock at her entrance, pushing in slowly to give her time to adjust.
She groaned in frustration. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she used her heels to pull him flush against her, sheathing him inside her heat in one smooth motion.
Pierre doubled over at the intense feeling of Roberta clenching around him, trying to hold himself up with shaky arms. He lifted his head when he heard Roberta growl, seeing her eyes flash gold. "Move."
Pierre obliged her, snapping his hips forward and relishing in the scream that left her lips. He kept up his pace, alternating between long strokes and short stabs against her prostate.
Roberta wrapped her arms around the Alpha, her red nails clawing at his back and leaving bloody welts in their wake.
Pierre growled. He knew he wasn't going to last long. Not with Roberta responding so beautifully and looking like a vision in her pleasure.
That gave him an idea.
Pierre grabbed Roberta tightly and rolled them over.
Roberta looked down at him, confused at the sudden change in position.
"Ride me, mon amour. Take your pleasure from me. Let everyone know that I am yours and yours alone."
Roberta placed her hands on Pierre's chest, using it as leverage as she lifted herself up and dropped back down heavily on his cock. Her head tilted back, a whimper escaping her as he pressed inside her in all the right ways.
Pierre moaned loudly. He gripped her waist tightly, snapping his hips up to meet her whenever she impaled herself on him. He was so close. He could feel his knot forming, catching on her rim every time she dropped down. "Roberta. I'm close."
"Knot me, Alpha. Fill me up."
Pierre growled loudly as his knot formed fully, pressing up into his Omega and locking them together as he came.
Roberta screamed as she was knotted, spurting her own cum across Pierre's chest in ribbons. She collapsed on top of him, breathing heavily as his fingers combed through her sweaty hair.
"I love you, Roberta. Nothing is ever going to change that. You are my everything."
Roberta lifted her head. Seeing her mate's beaming smile, she couldn't help but smile back. "I love you too, Pierre. Forever and always."
They pulled each other in and shared a soft kiss filled with love and devotion, holding the other tightly.