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Taylor Swift has only dated Betas her whole life.

It was a well-known fact, actually. And let’s be honest - it’s not like there are many Alphas in the artistic space to begin with.

And she was fine with that. For the most part. She definitely understood that it was for the best. That it was the safest option. The decision to start using suppressant at 16, before she even presented, was an easy one. She didn’t want any heat nonsense messing up her career. And then, well, it never seemed like the right time to stop taking them. She’d gotten used to this life and really, she didn’t think that she was missing out on anything. After her last break-up she’d given up on love anyway.

She wasn’t an Omega. It had been decided.

And so, she started the Eras tour with this positive, if a little bit delusional, mindset. But 40 shows later, and after so many back-and-forth time zone changes, she did something uncharacteristic of her and forgot to take her suppressants. For the first time. In her life. She had realized this only after coming back to her hotel room and taking a look at her nightstand, where the unopened pill bottle laid.

Pure panic - that was the first symptom she felt, or was it a symptom? Maybe she was just making the whole thing up in her head, and she was, of course she was, a Beta, and there was nothing happening to her, well, but on second thought, she definitely did feel weird this whole day, didn’t she? Like, her body felt more tingly than usual, didn’t it? And she kept, she kept having this weird feeling in her lower abdomen, an emptiness, that wasn’t there previously, and she was feeling a little feverish, now that she thought of it, yeah, she was burning up, and she needed to do something about it. Now.

She had no idea what to do, though - just that she needed to do it quickly. Quickly.

Operating on pure instinct, she unlocked her phone and opened her Instagram DMs, scrolling until she saw the first blue checkmark (if they are a public person, they cannot kill you, right?) and clicked on it.

“Hey, just saw your show. Wow. You did amazing. Seeing you up there was just electric. It’s a shame your people told me I wasn’t allowed to see you though” from someone called Travis Kelce. She vaguely remembered who that was, so she clicked on his profile to refresh her memory.

But then her brain stopped working. Fuck. This man was so big, so muscular, so… Alpha. Suddenly, she was not only feverish, but wet. Had she ever been this wet?

And then, as if her hands had a mind of their own, she typed: “Come meet me now. InterContinental Hotel. Room 313.”, hit send, and threw her phone on her bed.

Oh my God. She began pacing back and forth around her room. What the fuck did I just do?

Is he going to think that I’m asking him to come here and have sex with me?

Wait.

Do I want him to come here and have sex with me?

Before she could answer that question, she heard a notification sound, which immediately made her heart rate go up and her stomach tighten. She approached the bed slowly and turned her phone around so that the screen was facing up.

“On my way,” read the message at the top.

Now she was truly panicking. She did have sex before, obviously. But it was just regular Beta sex, where nothing unexpected happened. She had even enjoyed it, but it was safe, predictable. She didn’t know if she was ready to have sex with an Alpha.

Maybe… maybe he’s not an Alpha, she thought. Maybe he’s just a Beta. She didn’t add “like me”, even though she might as well have, if she was already lying to herself.

The only thing she could think of that might calm her down was masturbating. Although, it could very well make things even worse. She was already so hazy and shaky.

I know, she thought, I’ll try to write some music.

She reached for her notebook, which was beside her pills on the bedside table. She gave her pills a hateful look and began writing.

“...I keep recalling things we never did,

your teeth grazing on my neck,

but you haven’t touched me yet…”

Well, this could be a first draft, she thought, and put her notebook back.

She felt a bit calmer. She would just go through with it and get through it. She’s 33, for God's sake.

But then there was a gentle knock at her door.

She felt her heart once again start beating fast in her chest. Faster than it had in a long time, maybe ever. Her stomach was at her throat as she opened the door.

The first thing she noticed was just how much taller he was than her. Travis in the flesh was even bigger than he seemed in his pictures. The doorframe couldn’t contain him.

“Hi, I’m surprised you actually came.” Taylor said, trying to sound normal.

“You asked,” Travis answered, his voice deep.

“Well, please come in.” Taylor said, stepping aside, “Would you like something to drink?” she continued, feeling suddenly like she didn’t know what to do with her hands, where to place them.

“No, thank you,” He said, his eyes fixated on her.

“So,” she said, feeling flustered, “should we?”

“Maybe we should discuss it first?” he said sternly.

“Discuss what?” Taylor asked innocently.

“The fact that you haven’t been claimed yet,” Travis replied calmly.

“What?”

“You haven’t been claimed yet. The only thing I can smell on you is your precious, sweet, intoxicating scent. No Alpha has ever claimed you.” He hesitated, but continued, “Which means no Alpha has ever fucked you.”

Those words scared Taylor - spoken so openly, even though they were true. Though it also seemed like they held a promise. An invitation.

“Do you know,” asked Travis after a pause, “what to expect?”

“Y-yes, of course,” she lied.

“And you want it?” he asked, barely containing himself.

“Yes.” she said, more sure this time.

And with that decision, as soon as the last word left her mouth, she started feeling her aching body once more. In the minute they were talking, it seemed she has become ever more embarrassingly wet. Her whole body was shaking with need and she could feel the burning tension pulsating under her skin. But that's not where her main focus was.

He was her main focus from now on. And pleasing him - her new purpose.

She looked up at him as he stepped closer, towering over her. He delicately touched her jaw and looked her in the eyes for a moment. Whatever it was between them, he was feeling it too. She could see the hunger in his eyes.

But he didn’t kiss her.

Instead, his hand moved her jaw to the right, exposing her neck. She felt the rush of pleasure and anticipation flow through her, reaching her core, and she whimpered.

That seemed to put him in a frenzy. He leaned over her quickly and his lips parted above her neck. But as soon as his teeth reached her nape, it was as though he regained control of himself again. And then he just gently scratched her skin and began kissing it, sucking, his tongue making her pulse quicken.

She could hear his guttural sounds of pleasure, made louder and wilder by her soft cries. Her body was on fire, and when she felt like she couldn’t bear it any longer, his teeth finally made a mark on her neck - biting her hard - and somehow resulting in even more desire throbbing inside her. The small pain making the pleasure of new kisses bruising her nape that much sweeter.

She didn’t know when or even if she had started coming, but soon her knees couldn’t hold her anymore, and Travis, so in tune with her, stopped kissing her, lifted her off her feet and placed her delicately on the bed.

He looked down at her, eyes dark and possessive.

“If you want me to stop, you have to tell me now.”

“But,” she hesitated, “we haven’t started yet.”

That made him smile.

“No, we haven’t,” he said, “I will have to make you ready for me before we can start.” he added, which made Taylor blush. “Would you like that?”

“Yes,” she replied, maybe too quickly, too eagerly.

“Yes?” Travis said with a sly smile.

“Yes. Please,” said Taylor, looking him directly in the eyes.

“Fuck, Taylor, you…” he didn’t finish - just started taking her clothes off, only slowing once she was wearing nothing but her underwear.

“You are so beautiful,” he said, and began kissing her thighs. Taylor shivered from both the praise and the sensation.

“perfect, and-” he said, licking the place where her legs met her panties.

“Mine.” he said, biting her upper thigh.

She whimpered impatiently, suddenly feeling so empty. She was so fucking horny she couldn’t even find a metaphor for it. She just needed to be fucked right now. By him. By her Alpha.

That’s when he finally took off her underwear, and started slowly circling her clit with his thumb, making her scream, squirm, and spasm beneath him.

Then, without any warning, he put his middle and index finger inside her, and as he started hooking them she could already feel her muscles pulsating.

The sensation so warm, and mind-numbing, and deep. But not deep enough.

“P-Please,” she whispered, already begging for it.

He groaned and took his pants off. And that’s when she saw it.

Not the cock, well, not only the cock, but the knot. There, at the base of him. So fucking big.

“Could you turn around for me?” he asked, and when she started to move, added, “And get on your hands and knees?”

“Okay” she replied. Happy to accommodate him - to take him how he liked it.

“Well, maybe on your elbows and knees would be best,” he said raggedly.

She adjusted herself, feeling the anticipation pounding.

“Good girl.” he said, and even just those words made Taylor hot with desire.

Slowly, he pushed the tip of his cock against her slit, filling her, touching every nerve ending on the way. Taking his time.

And when he was finally inside her, Taylor’s back was already arched and she was struggling to catch her breath.

“So good for me,” he said, as he started thrusting, “Taking me so well.”

Her mind went blank.

She was no longer her, she was his.

And all she wanted was to be his favorite and for this moment - this feeling - to never stop, never pass.

Pure dizzying bliss was spreading through her, blood rushing in her head, heart thumping in her chest. Her face was numb and she started to lose feeling in her fingers, even though they were grabbing fistfuls of her bedsheets.

All she could feel and concentrate on was his huge, throbbing cock inside her. Pushing into her as she barely held on.

So full. So deep. So good.

Soon, she was coming, tightening and fluttering around him, no longer whimpering, but moaning deeply and crying out.

And that’s when his knot started swelling inside her, filling her once again, but the sensation was new, different, and white hot. Hitting in just the right spot, making her convulse in ecstasy, the waves of her orgasm not stopping. Her whole body burning up.

“Fuck”

She wasn’t even sure if she said it or if Travis did. The pleasure making her head spin. It was a pleasure she’d never felt in her life. The way the time stopped, the way the warmth, desire and bliss were pulsating through her body.

The way they fit together so perfectly.

Yeah, she was definitely writing a song about this.

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“Mating bond - a deep, sometimes even instinctive, romantic and sexual attraction and a sense of belonging between two individuals, who are destined to be together.”

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I think this might be my new low, Taylor thought after spending another hour refreshing Instagram which was still displaying exactly zero new notifications.

Okay, let’s be fair, it wasn’t zero new notifications. She was getting hundreds of them every minute, but none of them were new notifications. None of them were a text from him.

Taylor sighed and put her phone down on her bed.

After their unforgettable night, she went back to dutifully taking her suppressants, but they seemed to have stopped working. Or maybe it was her body that had stopped working – she wasn’t sure. She still felt restless, feverish, and above all – empty.

Taylor mindlessly touched her neck, before she remembered that she couldn’t do that anymore. That – along with looking at her bruised thighs – was now forbidden.

Almost two weeks had passed, but her skin was still vibrating with the memories of him. And surrendering herself to them always led to her fantasizing about him, which… Let’s just say that masturbating wasn’t helping the situation. It only left her feeling even more desperate for him.

As she laid her head down on the pillow, she could feel her brain frying itself.

Why hasn’t she heard from him since that night? Was he even thinking about her? Or… was it a one-time thing for him?

The horror of that last thought was so paralyzing – it was the only thing, really, that prevented her from reaching out to him.

And besides, even with all of that turmoil, there was still one certain thing in her life - the Eras tour.

It was truly the best and the worst timing. Thanks to all the training she did before, she was able to do the whole set even horny beyond belief. And she was happy for the distraction. Some songs were easier to perform than others, though. She had to admit that after Vigilante Shit she was struggling to catch her breath. It would seem as though she started shit, but she couldn’t tell how it was going to end.

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“Hey, watch it!” Travis said to the man who almost knocked his phone out of his hand.

He was currently in between sets, sitting on the bench in his gym, earbuds in his ears, and… Eras Tour livestream on his phone. He looked around to make sure no one could see his screen and continued watching.

It was all he could do since he had decided to keep his distance. He was worried, well, he was pretty sure, that he had come off a little too strong. I mean, marking a newly met person was pretty much as strong as you could come off.

He also felt himself growing more and more possessive of Taylor as time passed. And even though he had never felt that way before, he was pretty sure that if he contacted her, met up with her, he wouldn’t be able to leave her side.

How did that happen? He was a chilled-out guy. An unmated Alpha, happy to just fuck and play football. No need for messy feelings, relationships, or girls like Taylor.

Why did he write her that Instagram DM? It must have been only because he was convinced that she wouldn’t respond. She was so out of his league that it was crazy. Beautiful and smart. Surely it was just a stroke of luck that she messaged him when her heat started.

He wondered if she was still in heat right now, but there was no indication of it in her performance. And more than a week had passed, so she had probably already fucked it out of her system.

His pulse quickened, as that thought seemed to have activated a dangerous spiral. Who was fucking her? Who dared to touch his–? Travis could feel his grip tightening on his phone, almost breaking it.

No. I marked her. No one can touch her. They would know that she’s mine, he thought, suddenly relieved to have come off so strong.

Maybe keeping his distance wasn’t such a good idea either. She could always just not respond. It could be casual. He could be casual around her, right?

Travis opened his Instagram DMs, but his fingers hovered over the screen. What could he say? He knew that he wanted to see her again, make sure that she was safe, check if holding her would make him feel more or less crazy. But all he could come up with was:

“Let me take you out.”

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Taylor just dived under the stage after finishing her last set. She felt happy, fulfilled, but she could also feel other feelings coming back to her consciousness like a wave. She grabbed her water bottle with one hand, but with her other hand, Taylor also grabbed her phone – to check Instagram.

She was, after all, just a girl.

Taylor couldn’t believe her eyes. She’d gotten a new DM! From him…

Her phone almost slipped out of her hand as she hurriedly tried to open it.

“Let me take you out.” was all that he wrote. And when she saw it, even after almost two weeks of no contact, she knew. She knew that she would let him. She would let him do whatever he wanted.

“Yes,” she wrote back before she could think, and then, after she thought about it, she added “Where?”

Taylor was biting her lip as she saw her message had been:

Delivered.

Seen.

And then:

Typing.

“Italy”

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The problem was, she didn’t know what to wear. She had so many things to choose from, but nothing seemed quite right. She didn’t want to call her stylist and explain, as it was already hard enough to justify it to Tree that she wanted a couple of days off between shows for no reason. There was only one person who would understand. So she called Selena.

No one in the world understood the self-consciousness of dating while famous better than her. Things were a little different for Selena, though. A couple of years back, she presented as a Beta, which made the rumors about her partner at the time being a Beta all the more believable. He tried to deny it, calling himself a Sigma, but it was too late. And it was one of the reasons why they broke up. Well, that and the fact that Justin was cheating on her.

“I don’t have anything to wear,” Taylor said instead of ‘hello’.

“Okay, what is this really about?” Selena asked unhelpfully, already tired of Taylor’s bullshit.

“Clothing,” Taylor replied.

“Clothing? And nothing else?” Selena asked, suspiciously.

“What else could it be?” Taylor asked, innocently.

“Some new guy, I assume,” Selena answered, in a bored tone.

“Why would you assume that?” Taylor asked, almost offended.

“Because our conversations are yet to pass the Bechdel test.”

“Fuck.”

“Just tell me.”

“It’s different, like – he’s different. He’s, you know, he’s kind of like an Alpha, I think?” Taylor said, unsure.

“Wow. Yeah, that is different from your usual type.”

“Good different?”

“I don’t know, you tell me,” Selena said, and then added, “You didn’t fuck him yet, right?”

“Well…” Taylor tucked a stray hair behind her ear.

“Oh shit, tell me everything. Who is he? How was it?”

“He is a football player. Big, you know, everywhere.” Taylor blushed. “I guess that also answers your question of how it was.”

“I’m so happy for you, Tay!” Selena almost screamed into the phone. “Are you going to see him now and that’s why you’re panicking about clothes?” she asked, more understanding this time.

“Kind of.”

“Just wear something short, tight, and slutty and you’ll be fine, babe.”

“Yeah, you’re right. I think I have a couple of options for that. I’ll send you a picture. Thank you, babe.”

“Anytime.”

“Well, you have any other advice?”

“Try not to get pregnant. At least not before you get to know him.”

“What? You need to be mated to get pregnant.” Taylor knew at least that.

“You know, those things can happen unexpectedly.”

“Sure, but not to me. I’ve tried too many times to count,” she said.

“Yeah, but never with an Alpha.”

“I– I guess so.”

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Taylor was already nervous about meeting Travis. But thinking about mates made her hands shake and her head spin. She was not sure if she would be able to lift her glass, that was filled with crisp white wine, without spilling it before it would reach her lips. And the wine would make the head-spinning worse anyway.

She was sitting on the terrace of the Il Sereno Al Lago Restaurant, surrounded by historic stone walls with arches that provided the view of Lake Como. It was almost sunset. And she couldn’t enjoy any of it. She was waiting restlessly, adjusting her clothes – her shortest red leather skirt and a white corset top – as selected by Selena.

After their conversation, she began a frantic Google search. Her first in a while, but the subject still the same as years ago: ‘mate how to tell’, ‘how feel when mated’, ‘mate how to be sure’. The articles were the same, but what she had always thought was unhelpful was now spot-on: “It’s like with an orgasm, if you’re not sure if you had it – you didn’t.” or “If he is your mate, you will just know it.”

The articles, however, didn’t cover any sections about lying to yourself or being a famous singer with public dating life.

So after thinking about it, Taylor decided that, actually, maybe drinking her wine was worth the head-spinning if it helped with the thought-creating. She reached for her glass, but then she spotted him. There he was, walking between the empty tables, wearing a white shirt and black pants, a little oversized, making him look even bigger. Did she forget how big he was?

“Hey,” he said, stopping by her table.

“Hi,” she said, standing up.

She wasn’t sure how they were supposed to greet each other, so she just stood there, frozen, as he came closer to her. He leaned over and that’s when his scent hit her, manly and clean. She was already wet.

And then, so delicately, he kissed her cheek and squeezed her hand. Like they've known each other for years, like they’ve done it a million times. Not like it was their first real date.

Taylor felt somehow more relaxed, as she sat down, now that he was here. Like them meeting at this fancy restaurant, miles away from both of their homes, was the most natural thing in the world. Because he was there too. With her.

“Thank you for meeting me here. Did you find everything okay?” Travis asked.

Taylor’s eyes met with his over the table, and she thought back to her flight, her ride, her hotel room, and when she found out that it was their hotel room, and that Travis had arranged everything himself.

“Yes, thank you,” she said. “But… why Italy?” she asked.

“I wanted it to be romantic.”

“Then why not Paris?”

“I’m sorry,” Travis said, and his lips curled up. “Are you giving me feedback on my big romantic gesture?”

“Yeah, sorry. I guess I am.” Taylor laughed. “But no, it’s great,” she said, looking around, finally able to enjoy the view.

“Fuck. Paris, why didn’t I think of that?” Travis rubbed his forehead. “I thought, you know, Roman Holiday.”

“I hate to break it to you, Travis, but we’re not in Rome either.” Taylor snorted another laugh.

“What? I’m such a dumbass.” Travis hid his face behind his hands.

“No, that’s good. I was, like, really nervous about this. But now, now I’m good,” she sipped her white wine, her hands steady. Was it supposed to be this easy?

“Okay, let me remind you that from the two of us, I’m the one with the higher education,” he said. Was he reading her Wikipedia page?

“Yeah, a Bachelor of Interdisciplinary Studies, if that’s even a real degree.” She was definitely reading his Wikipedia page.

“Okay, you win, you’re obviously smarter than me,” Travis said, but he was looking at her with a knowing smile.

“Don’t be so hard on yourself, you have other qualities, I’m sure.” Taylor smiled back.

“Oh yeah. Don’t worry, I’ll show you.”

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Taylor’s back bumped into the wall as soon as Travis closed the door behind them. He was pinning her in place with his body, kissing her ravenously.

To say that the date went well would be an understatement. The conversation and the wine were flowing. He felt like he knew her for years, like there was a part of him always waiting for her, destined for her. And the date still wasn’t over.

“Fuck. I wanted it for so long, you have no idea,” Travis said in between kissing and touching her.

“Then–” Taylor began, but he was kissing her again. “Why didn’t you contact me sooner?” she managed to say while catching her breath.

“I was scared, and I–” he paused. I really am a dumbass, he thought. “I didn’t want to admit that I felt this pull towards you, and I didn’t want it to turn into something dangerous,” he said.

“Dangerous? How?” Taylor sounded confused.

“You know those possessive, overprotective Alphas. That was never me.” Travis shook his head, but kept holding her.

“I also haven’t been feeling like myself lately,” she confessed.

Travis looked at her. She was so small and precious in his arms, this protective feeling growing in his chest was suddenly completely justified.

“Yeah, it’s scary,” he admitted. “Someone should write a song about it or something.”

He smiled at her and could feel her relax. He felt so grateful – for her, for this moment – that he no longer cared about the scary feelings stirring in his mind. His focus was only on her. Her.

He picked her up and walked over to the bed, placing her there delicately.

“Travis–” Taylor sighed.

“It’s okay, baby,” he said, before she could protest. “Let me take care of you.”

He started taking off her clothes. First - the skirt. The one that kept sliding up her thighs as she was crossing and uncrossing her legs during dinner, making it hard for him to concentrate. That skirt was now on the floor. He decided to leave the corset top on, half because her tits looked so good in it and half because of… how the fuck do you even begin taking something like that off? His big fingers were not ideal in these kinds of situations. The only things left were her panties.

He reached out his hand to touch them. The fabric was black and smooth, and the cut was simple. Barely even there. What he noticed though was a bruise, a little faded, but still there – where he bit her last time. He touched it mindlessly, delicately, feeling guilty and apologetic. But then she moaned and angled her body into his touch.

Fuck.

He lowered his head and licked her over the bruised spot, making her shiver under him. She tasted sweet and intoxicating. He took off her underwear quickly and then grabbed both her thighs, pinning her in place. He was so hard it was almost painful. His thoughts were running wild.

Mine. Mine. Only mine. My beautiful, perfect.

Maybe he said a couple of them out loud. He wasn’t sure. He was lost in her scent, and her whimpers, and how pretty she was when she begged. He couldn’t help himself. He would do whatever she asked of him.

He began circling her clit with his tongue, slowly at first, indulgently. Then, as her moans grew louder, he began sucking harder, licking faster until she was melting under him. He knew that only then she would be ready. To take him.

He took off his pants in a haze, not sure still how to position her best. But she seemed to have decided for him, as she stood up and moved to the chair that was next to a wall. She placed one foot on the chair, bending her knee and put her hand against the wall, lowering herself down slightly.

“I may have thought about it, when I was here earlier,” she said shyly.

“Good girl,” he said blissfully, as he walked over.

He rested one of his hands against her lower back and the second one on her neck. He could feel her shudder as he pushed into her. And he was trembling too. So tight, so perfect.

He knew that he wouldn’t last long. It was her whimpers that were undoing him. And how she was clenching around his dick.

He would never let her go again. His mate.