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Vices | Part 2

Summary: Beau, an alpha, has always planned to keep his omega daughter with him at home. As her parent, he legally holds her contract until he decides to trade or sell her, but since her mom is gone now, Beau’s happy to keep his little omega all to himself. The alpha has his vices though, like any other man, and when a pretty woman crosses his path with tequila and a pack of cards, Beau gets himself and his omega into a whole lotta trouble.

Pairing: Beau Arlen x Daughter!Reader / Anael x Reader Rating: 18+ Warnings: incest (father/daughter), slave society, references to past underage Tags: Crossover, Supernatural / Big Sky Crossover, Omegaverse, Alpha!Beau, Omega!Reader, Daughter!Reader, Dominatrix!Anael, Futa!Anael, Lust at First Sight, Alpha x Alpha, High Stakes Card Game, Irresponsible Gambling, Betrayal, Alpha x Omega Word Count: 4.2k Bingo Squares: @anyfandomkinkbingo - Dominatrix AU | @j3bingo - Salve Contract | 2023 Bingo - Omegaverse

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Beau wouldn’t usually bring Y/N along with him to a bar, but he hasn’t been home very much recently while the police department has been dealing with a new local crime syndicate that seems to have popped up overnight as a fully entrenched operation. He knows Y/N has been missing him. She’s extra clingy when he comes home late, and has insisted on sleeping in his bed in the master bedroom, instead of staying in her own room like she typically would. Beau needs to blow off some steam and get a little tipsy, but Y/N’s face when he’d told her he was going out with some people from work had been one of dejection and longing, and the paternal part of his instincts hadn’t been able to stomach causing that kind of pain for his little girl. The alpha part of his instincts, on the other hand, is thinking that maybe she can sit in his lap and keep him warm as the night goes on.

The sheriff pushes open the door of the Hammerhead–everyone’s favourite local watering hole–with his daughter’s hand held tightly in his as she trails in behind him. She isn’t old enough to drink yet but the bartenders know who she is and that Beau still holds her contract, so they don’t put up a fuss when she goes to the bar and fetches drinks for him and some of the other officers that he’s hanging out with tonight. He’d promised to buy them all a couple rounds in thanks for their hard-work and the overtime they’ve all been putting in recently.

Most of the officers are alphas, and some of the attached ones have also brought their omegas along with them. Any officer who isn’t an alpha is a beta–omegas very rarely work outside of the home unless their alphas instruct them to do so. Montana is still a pretty traditional society, very conservative–politically and so far as old societal customs are concerned–so Beau isn’t shocked to see two omegas kneeling on the floor beside their respective alphas. The Hammerhead is at least thoughtful enough to provide cushions for this purpose, so no one needs to be kneeling directly on the alcohol-sticky floorboards. Two of the officers’ partners, though, are simply sitting at a separate table, talking quietly with each other while their alphas hang out with their colleagues.

When Y/N comes to the table with a round of beer for the officers and her father they all thank her politely, some of the un-mated alphas smiling a little too intently for Beau’s taste. They all know that Y/N is his daughter, not his partner, and in their minds that means that her contract is very likely up for trading or purchase. Beau feels a stab of jealousy sting through him at the thought.

“Y/N, sweetie,” he catches his daughter’s wrist before she can take her Shirley Temple and retreat to the table with the other two omegas. Typically, he’d be more than happy for her to go sit with Jane and Riley if that’s what she wanted, but right now he feels an overwhelming urge to make some kind of public claim over her. “Sit with Daddy, instead,” Beau pats his knee and the radiance of his little girl’s smile in response is enough to make his cock throb.

It’s not out of the ordinary for an omega to service their alpha out in public in these parts of the country. It isn’t something Beau has ever asked of Y/N before, but he thinks that if he has enough to drink tonight he might just consider joining in with the local custom. When in Rome and all that. He’s sure that at least one of the omegas currently kneeling beside their alpha’s feet will have a cock in their mouths before the night wraps up. That would certainly show these alphas that Y/N is his and not up for grabs.

Several hours and several drinks later, the old-timey bell above the door rings and a strange hush spreads across the bar, starting at the door and rippling out in rings across the drinkers as a woman who Beau doesn’t recognise enters. She’s tall, strikingly so, her height increased even more by the several inch heels she wears and the volume of her tightly curled hair. She’s wearing a caramel brown leather coat that looks vintage but expensive. She shrugs it off and drapes it over the lattice-back of a high barstool, revealing a top of tight black leather that pushes her breasts together alluring. Despite this woman’s appearance screaming alpha louder than anyone Beau has ever seen, the sight of her makes even him lick his lips.

Beau doesn’t typically go for alpha women–that’s not his preferred anatomy; he likes a hole that slicks up on its own and lets him know just how much it wants his knot. It’s a power trip, and a strong one. Looking at this woman as she shakes her veritable mane of copper red curls back over her shoulders, exposing the slope of a graceful collarbone and slender shoulders that make him want to sink his teeth into her creamy skin, Beau thinks that having to buy a bottle of lube on the way home would be worth it for this one.

He remembers as he reaches down to adjust himself in his chair that Y/N is sitting on a cushion by his feet, and judging by her expression she has absolutely seen him looking at the newcomer across the bar. Her cheeks have flushed darker, and her bright eyes are narrowed in suspicion as she glances between him and the other alpha, and he feels a small stab of guilt in the pit of his stomach. Beau squeezes her shoulder gently in what he hopes is a reassuring fashion, but he can feel the tension thrumming through his whole body, and he’d be willing to bet his daughter could feel it in his grip, too.

The sound of his name being called by one of his colleagues is a relief, and Beau quickly swaps his attention back to his own table, throwing himself into the new topic of conversation with gusto. Beside him, he feels Y/N press herself in a little closer against his leg, her shoulder leaning into him, and he lets his hand fall and rest on the back of her head, curling his fingers softly through her hair, trying to use her warmth to distract himself from the feeling of a pair of dark brown eyes watching him from across the room.

Beau could have sent Y/N up to the bar to collect the next round–he should have–but that tug in the base of his stomach pulls him out of his chair and across the room. Ostensibly, he is simply buying the next round of tequila shots for the few officers who were still sticking around with him, but he knows that the real reason he’s gotten up is because he wants a closer look at this alpha.

She’s had a few people stop by the barrel-serving-as-a-table that she’s situated at, some offering drinks, some offering more, but so far she has declined everyone who’s approached her–men and women, and omegas and alphas alike. This fact only spurred Beau’s curiosity on further, and ever since she’d come in he’s found himself wondering constantly why she’s here and what she’s looking for. Something in him needs to know…needs to know if maybe she’s turned everyone down so far because she’s waiting for an offer from someone in particular. Someone like him.

The bartender passes over a small tray with the shots of tequila that he ordered and Beau grits his teeth as he picks it up, bracing himself to walk past the woman back to his table. He wants to say something to her, but he can’t think of a good opening line to save his life. He hasn’t needed to flirt with anyone in over a decade, and he is woefully out of practice. Beau squares his shoulders and walks past the woman’s table, sparing her a small sideways glance as he passes by, and he’s shocked to see that she’s watching him intently, her dark brown eyes tracing his path across the bar with no hint of trying to hide her gaze.

On a split second’s impulse, Beau pauses and backs up, angling himself so his path takes him closer beside her barrel as he passes, meeting her gaze steadily as he walks up to her instead of heading back to the table with his officers and his daughter.

“Tequila?” Beau asks plainly, raising the tray of shots he’s carrying in offering, and the alpha woman’s painted lips split into a cat-like smile that makes Beau think he’s absolutely in trouble.

“I thought you’d never ask,” she smirks, reaching out and plucking one of the glasses from his tray, ignoring the salt and limes to chase it, and promptly tipping it into her mouth.

Beau stands dumbly, looking at her with what he’s sure is poorly disguised desire as she licks her lips clean.

“Well, are you joining me, Cowboy, or what?”

Beau probably should have said ‘no’ when Anael–that’s the woman’s name, Anael–pulled out the deck of cards and asked if he played poker. Scratch that, he definitely should have said no, but he was already several drinks deep when he sat down with her, and they had blown through two shots of tequila each pretty quickly. Those fifth and sixth drinks hadn’t hit him yet, though, so when she raised her slim, manicured brow questioningly at him he had responded with: “Draw, stud or holdem?”

Now, Beau is looking down at the five cards in his hand, all of which are complete crap, and wondering how many he wants to risk discarding and replacing. Aneal is looking at him nonchalantly from over her own hand, waiting for him to make up his mind. Beau purses his lips and blows out a short breath, considering the five dollars he’d put down as his last bet and how much more he was willing to risk with such a poor hand.

“Give me three,” he finally decides, knowing that swapping out so many cards shows her that his hand is weak and his first raise was a complete bluff, but he wants to see if he can get at least one pair out of the deck. He keeps the nine of hearts and ten of spades in his hand and sets his other cards face down to his side, reaching out for the fresh three that Anael deals him and steeling himself to remain impassive, no matter what comes up.

It’s not good. Three more numbers, none of them matching. Beau thinks this might be the worst hand of poker he’s ever been dealt before. Anael is watching him closely, but if she sees anything in his face that gives away what abysmal cards he’s holding, she doesn’t show it.

“I’m taking two,” she announces, laying down two cards from her hand and drawing two more from the top of the deck. Her face remains perfectly placid the whole time. Beau has never met a woman with such an impenetrable face before. It’s practically Mona Lisa levels of mysterious. They both study their new hands for a moment before Beau grabs a ten dollar bill from his money clip and throws it into the centre of the table.

“I bet,” he says gravely, giving the alpha across from him a hard look that he hopes she will find intimidating.

Anael looks at him steadily, then back at her hand, then gently sets her cards face-down on the table, tapping over them with her black-painted fingernails. “I fold.”

Beau blinks in surprise but nods in acceptance, choosing not to ask why. He pulls the cash from the pot back towards himself and raps his own cards on the table to tuck them back into a solid block before grabbing the deck along with Anael’s cards to shuffle again.

They swap off dealers between each set, playing another few rounds; Anael winning two more hands and Beau winning on the third, though again this had just been because his opponent had folded rather than because his hand was actually better. The alphas are fairly equally matched as players, and Beau is beginning to loosen up a bit more, letting himself relax and enjoy the playful tension they have building between them.

Beau hasn’t looked back at his fellow officers in a little while, too engrossed in his game and the imagination of where this night could lead him, but the sound of Y/N clearing her throat from behind him makes his head shoot up. Fuck. He feels guilty for temporarily ignoring her, but last time he’d checked she’d been sitting with the other omegas still at the bar and chatting amiably enough, so he’d figured she was okay to be left to her own devices for a little while. When he looks around though he sees that everyone they had come in to see has left for the night now, leaving Y/N all on her own with him ignoring his own daughter.

“Well, who have we here?” Anael asks, eyes sparkling as she looks Y/N up and down over Beau’s shoulder. With a stab of possessiveness, he remembers that Anael is an alpha, and from the way she’s now looking at his daughter, she’s clearly interested. At first, his instinct is to stand up and bid her goodnight, whisk Y/N away and take her back home where she won’t be subject to prying eyes, but then a small voice in the back of his head makes another suggestion. Maybe having Y/N here could be useful. Maybe she would be a distraction for Anael that would allow him to get the upper hand.

Just because he doesn’t want to let anyone else fuck his omega–because yes, Y/N is his, he owns her contract afterall–doesn’t mean he’s given up on the idea of folding this alpha in half and making her cum on his knot tonight. He’s allowed to want something different every once in a while. And tonight what he wants is to hear Anael screaming his name and calling him ‘Alpha’.

“Hey, baby girl,” Beau turns in his seat to smile at Y/N, pressing his palm against her cheek lovingly, but possessively. “How about you get yourself another soda and get Daddy and his friend another two tequilas?”

Y/N nods mutely, giving Beau a shy smile at the term of endearment and sparing one last glance at Anael before she scurries off to the bar.

“My daughter,” Beau elaborates when she’s gone, and Anael nods sagely, probably already having guessed that.

“She’s a sweet little omega,” Aneal smiles, her tone light and innocent, but Beau can see the new fire burning behind her dark eyes. She wants Y/N, and he absolutely plans on using this to his advantage.

“She’s a good girl,” he agrees, smirking proudly and knowing the other alpha will understand his meaning.

“I’m surprised she’s still at home with you,” Anael muses, shuffling the cards again as she watches Beau intently, for his reaction. He simply shrugs his shoulders, choosing not to answer, and the alpha female simpers. “Then again, maybe I’m not so surprised after all,” she smirks, her eyes glinting knowingly, and Beau feels another surge of possessiveness constrict his chest, but this time tinged with–what he’s sure must be alcohol-fueled–curiosity. For the first time, he wonders what Y/N might actually look like with another alpha; on her knees for someone other than himself, pretty pink lips wrapped around a cock that doesn’t belong to him. The jealousy is still there, but he’s mildly interested to note that there’s also a thrum of arousal. That’s interesting.

Y/N returns a few moments later with their drinks, placing the tequila and limes gently on the table and conscious not to spill anything on the deck of cards. Beau gestures for her to pull up a chair for herself so she can join them. The high-backed stools they’re sitting on mean that if she were to kneel on the floor she would be too far away for him to keep a hand on her, and the seats are too small for her to sit on his lap comfortably. Anael smiles welcomingly as Y/N pulls up her own chair and settles into it hesitantly, glancing between her father and the woman as if unsure how she’s meant to fit into the dynamic here. It’s a fair question, Beau thinks, considering how he might best use this to his advantage.

“I’m Anael,” the alpha introduces herself, reaching across the table and shaking Y/N’s hand confidently. Beau’s eyes linger on their hands and he sees Anael squeeze Y/N’s fingers testingly before she lets go, making his daughter flush darkly. Something in his stomach flips uncomfortably at the sight. Realising that Y/N hasn’t given Anael her own name, Beau clears his throat to remind his daughter of her manners, and she starts guiltily, looking up at her father with embarrassed, apologetic eyes.

“Y/N,” she responds softly, and Anael’s smile becomes even more predatory.

“What a pretty name for a pretty little thing like you,” she simpers, and Y/N ducks her head self-consciously, clearly unsure of how to accept that compliment. “Do you know how to play poker, Y/N?” Anael pushes on, unphased by the omega’s shyness. Y/N shakes her head.

“You can play on my team,” Beau nudges her affectionately on the shoulder, drawing her attention back to himself, and his daughter smiles up at him brightly.

“Okay,” she agrees eagerly, and from the corner of his eye, Beau sees Anael’s smile grow as her eyes seem to narrow ever so slightly. It feels to him like she’s planning something, but Beau can’t fathom what it might be.

Y/N listens intently as her father and the other alpha explain the rules of the game they’re playing. She had seen poker being played before, but evidently there are multiple variations of the game and the version that they’re playing right now isn’t one she’s familiar with. Most of the winning cards are the same at least, so when she’s looking at Beau’s hand she has an idea of whether the cards he’s holding are considered good or bad. Currently there’s about one hundred dollars sitting in the centre of the table, and Beau is contemplating his hand carefully. Anael had just raised the bet, so now he has to decide whether to fold and let her win the hand, whether to match her bet and call Y/N thinks it’s called, or he can put even more money in and raise the bet again.

“Whaddya think, sweetheart,” Beau asks Y/N surreptitiously, keeping his voice low but in a performative way, so they both know Anael can still hear them. Y/N tries to keep her expression as neutral as possible so she doesn’t give anything away, like they’d instructed her to do, as she studies the cards one more time. Beau is currently holding two Jacks, which make a pair, and Y/N remembers that pairs are good. He also has a King, so if Anael has a pair of Jacks as well, Beau might still be the winner as long as she doesn’t have an ace, or a pair of queens or kings.

Y/N looks back at Anael one more time, who smiles at her across the table alluringly, and Y/N feels her neck flushing with heat. She clears her throat and looks back to her father.

“Call…?” she says hesitantly, hoping she’s using the correct term, and Beau grins wolfishly.

“My thoughts exactly,” he nods, throwing another twenty dollar bill onto the pile. “Okay Annie, show us whatcha got.”

Anael narrows her eyes towards Beau in irritation at the nickname but fans her cards out and lays them face-up on the table for all to see. Y/N’s heart sinks when she sees the three aces.

“Goddammit,” Beau swears under his breath, laying down his own hand and displaying their meagre two Jacks.

“Aw,” Anael tuts lightly with feigned sympathy, sweeping the cash pile towards her and tucking it into a neat bundle of bills. “Good try, Cowboy,” she taunts, pouting her full, glossy lips. Y/N has to remind herself a second later not to stare at them.

“How did you wind up with that?!” Beau protests with a slight slur in his words. “You drew four fucking cards!”

“Wouldn’t you love to know,” the alpha smirks teasingly, and Y/N hears her father’s curse again under his breath and she tries not to laugh at his discontent. She’s always thought he looks cute when he’s grumpy about something.

“Yeah, I would,” Beau mutters, disgruntled, as Anael reaches for the deck of cards and shuffles again.

“Same bet?” she asks. “Or did you want to raise the stakes and try to win back your honour?”

Beau’s expression hardens as the other alpha needles him, and Y/N thinks he must be drunk or else he never would have let this woman’s teasing get to him so much. She can see the gears turning inside his head as he thinks up some sort of plot for revenge. From what Y/N has seen, it looks like they’ve won approximately the same number of rounds each but this last defeat has left Anael with all the cash that had been in play up to this point. Her dad only has one five dollar bill left before he’ll have to start playing with IOU’s, or he might send Y/N outside to an ATM. It’s getting pretty late, but Y/N can’t imagine Beau conceding the game with this much of a loss, his ego is too big. Surely, he’ll keep playing until he’s at least breaking even again.

“I’ve got a different bet I want to put on the line,” Beau speaks abruptly and Anael’s head shoots up from where she’s been watching her long fingers shuffle the cards dexterously. “And we swap the game; put down a river, so it’s less about luck. Best alpha wins.”

“Ok,” the alpha’s brows raise, interest piqued, and she starts to deal out new hands, placing two cards face up in the centre of the table. Y/N isn’t sure how to play this version of the game. “And what are we betting on?” Anael asks, laying the deck beside the face up cards and folding her hands neatly in front of her on the table.

“If I win–” Beau’s lips stretch into a wide, hungry smile that Y/N recognises all too well. Usually, that expression would make her stomach flip, but now it sends a chill down her spine. She doesn’t like the sight of Beau eyeing anyone besides her like that. “–you come home with me tonight, and take my knot like a good little bitch.”

Anael, to her credit, keeps her face impassive as she considers Beau’s proposal. Y/N is watching her anxiously, hoping–praying–that she doesn’t take the bet. She’s an alpha. Why would she want to fuck another alpha? Why does her dad want to fuck another alpha, for that matter? Y/N didn’t realise alphas could even be attracted to one another that way.

The silence seems to stretch on forever, but Beau doesn’t add anything, simply waiting patiently for Anael to answer.

“Are you sure you could handle me?” the alpha asks demurely, her sinfully long lashes fluttering as she brushes her copper curls over her shoulder.

“There’s not much I can’t handle, sweetheart,” Beau chuckles deeply.

“Even a dominatrix?” Anael surprises the both of them. Y/N takes another look at the alpha, though, and thinks that really, she should have guessed. Everything about the way she carries herself screams that this woman is used to being in charge. Beau blinks, face blank, taking a beat before he answers.

“I’ve never backed down from a challenge,” he leers, and Y/N would be turned on if that look was directed towards her. As it is, though, she feels sick to her stomach.

“Okay,” she eventually says, pursing her lips and letting her eyes flick between the alpha and omega sitting opposite her. Y/N doesn’t like the grin that splits her face a moment later. “But if I win… you give me the O’s contract.”

Y/N is pretty sure her heart has dropped straight out of her body and smashed a hole in the floor below her. She can’t breathe, she can’t move. She wants to turn and look at her father, reassure herself that there’s no way he would ever allow that to happen; that he would never give her up–and to a complete stranger!

“Deal,” Beau answers almost instantly, the word echoing in Y/N’s head like a death knell. He picks up his cards and fans them out so she can see them too, but all of the images on the bits of paper that now control her fate blur together, black and red bleeding into a fog before her eyes. She doesn’t understand the rules this time.

She doesn’t understand how, hardly a few minutes later, her life has completely and inexorably changed.

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