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Clark can do this. He may be an omega but he's the best journalist for the job. Luthors are trouble and not even Lois' most spine-melting alpha growl budged him. He fell to his knees, whined and when he fought his way to his feet, promised her he would come back.
Jess, Miss Luthor's personal assistant, is one of those betas. Alphas in all but name. It's not her scent -- oranges and limes -- or anything dark or rough in her voice. It's personality. It's the way Jess' brown eyes rake his disguise's rumpled clothes, find the mating bite on his jaw and slide off, bored. She might have to use a plastic cock but it seems Jess could make any omega she wanted scream her name.
Clark reaches for the doorknob when a familiar voice catches his ears.
"Want me to let Clark in?" Kara snarls. "Or do you want to keep taking this dick like a good girl?"
"Fuck me!" the Luthor whines.
It's not like he kept in touch with Kara. Didn't know she'd presented but he knows an alpha when he smells one. The lobby reeks. Only the acridness of the musk a blood relative, warning him of the risk of inbreeding keeps him from melting to his knees.
SUPERgirl indeed.