Knot Without You: An Omegaverse Romance

Chapter 16

Chapter

Sixteen

The active threat siren pierces through the fog of exhaustion that’s been a constant companion for the past twelve months. Residency is no joke, nor is lack of government funding; St. Gabriel’s is understaffed and overrun with patients. But I wouldn’t trade my chosen career for anything else.

Standard Emergency Protocol demands I go back to my tiny office/bedsit and activate the electronic lock system to wait for security. The plan goes right out the window the instant I push the door open, and then I’m like a rabid wolf mid hunt.

I’m completely consumed and running on instinct triggered by a whisper of mouth-watering bubble-gum sweetness. If I wasn’t medically trained, I’d be wondering what the fuck was going on to make me so mindlessly obsessed. Since I am medically trained and well aware of the signs, I’m an Alpha scenting his Omega, I don’t fight the pull towards her. Instead, I chase the most natural connection known in our world.

The corridors are nearly dark since most of the rooms and offices are shut off as other hospital employees enact the required response to the risk. Triple checking the hallway is clear and I’m not walking into a bad situation. I watch her hovering at the junction. Pride for a person I’ve never met unfurls as I see her awareness to the situation and the way she’s assessing her next move. If she goes left, she’ll be somewhat safer than where she is. But the growing voice in my head confirms she’ll be the safest with me.

Each step I take closer makes her scent become more embedded in my senses; there’s overlapping notes of summer fruits and hints of saccharine spice. My Alpha also immediately detects a slight bitterness to her sweetness, confirming she’s using a chemical heat suppressor. But I also ascertain she’s not claimed or packed. It’s an insight that makes me smile.

She’s completely immersed in what’s happening ahead of her. I’d put money on her instincts screaming at her to run, but I can read the stubborn determination in the set of her shoulders that she will do it when she feels she’s safe. And not before. The slam of a door is a good indicator that trouble has found us. Without making a sound, I wrap her up in my arms and move off in the opposite direction.

Of course she shrieks. Her alarm feeds my growing instincts to care for her. My hand over her mouth keeps the noise of her alarm contained and I breathe into her ear whisper quiet. “Ssshhh. I’ve got you. You’re safe.”

To further emphasise her as my main concern, my own unique scent does the talking and fills the small space we share. She goes pliant in my arms almost as soon as she takes another breath. Our designations continue rising and bouncing off each other, encouraging that instant connection only fated mates experience. Around us though the obvious sounds of someone gaining distance and coming closer is impossible to ignore and despite being in my arms and safe, she wavers.

A noiseless purr vibrates through the space our bodies are joined. Her panic starts to disappear, or it shifts is a better way to put it, as we race away from the danger coming toward us. Because she’s so close I can feel she’s full of adrenaline and her need to flee has me comforting her more.

“Good girl.” The second the words slip past my lips I consider the error of my barely said praise as she whines deep in her throat. Thankfully I’ve already covered the distance back to my office and I have her inside, the whirr of the electronic lock clicks in place with a resounding noise, and the lights blinker out, plunging us into darkness.

We stay against the door, the both of us pressing our ears to the door. I know the Alpha prowling the corridor can’t get at us but that doesn’t mean I drop my guard for a second. When the footsteps seem to stop in front of my door, I pick her up again and hide her in the corner, shielding her with my body as I lower her to the floor making us as small as possible.

“He can’t get in.” I whisper my words against the shell of her ear.

Her breathing hitches. “Would you stop putting your lips on me! Jesus wept. Honestly, can’t you tell I’m freaking the hell out because there’s a crazy Alpha on the loose AND I’m having a goddamn Omega moment.”

“Hmmm.” I keep my lips where they are. “Let’s go back to that moment you’re speaking about. You smell good enough to eat.”

“You can’t eat me!” She hisses back, although her tone suggests she doesn’t quite believe her own words.

“Pretty sure I can,” I murmur while purposely blowing a slow breath into her face. “It might be what the doctor orders. It would certainly help your predicament.”

“Are you a doctor?” She groans softly as her butt slides to the ground. But it’s not in pain as confirmed by the heat wafting off her skin.

“Funnily enough, I am. Which means I’m more than qualified,” I say, letting my hands skate down her shoulders. She shivers under my touch and leans back against my chest.

I laugh when she nabs one of my hands and places it on her stomach and presses it. God, I can nearly feel the squeezing cramp under my hand. I shuffle behind her and then use both my hands to massage the exact spot.

“Yeah, just like that,” she encourages; her head slumps back, hitting my shoulder.

She’s still for a moment but like her, I can feel another cramp building again.

“You’re too far gone.”

“No shit, Sherlock. Are you really a doctor?” she murmurs. “You smell way too good to be a doctor.”

“How many doctors do you go around sniffing.” I growl at the same time she pitches up; my mouth falls to her neck and when she moans it’s not in pain. “I am a doctor.”

“Perfect. Then you’ll know the only relief I’ll get now is if you put your fingers in my pussy and make me come.”

Another waveof spasm cramps her stomach muscles and it’s more intense than the others. Her bubble-gum scent thickens but it’s also got the added component of her sweet slick now.

“And don’t you dare judge me for wearing fucking grandma-undies.” She snarls before it turns into a pained whine. “Please, it hurts.”

One hand stays massaging her stomach, the other searches for the opening of the pants she’s wearing but our hands clash as she deals with them herself. And then she nabs my hand and guides it straight down inside her underwear. Her panties are saturated, her pussy dripping wet and my finger glides through her silky folds.

I groan against her skin as the walls of her pussy squeezes around my finger in need.

“You’re ready for more.”

“I’m ready for a goddamn knot, but yes I’ll take another finger or three.” She hisses before her hips start rolling over my hand.

Her panties are tight around my hand but she widens her legs and pushes back against me giving me the room to have her writhing in pleasure in no time at all. The only noise is her heavy breathing, and the slick each time my fingers move in and out her pussy.

“So close,” she whimpers, her own hand joining mine, and I feel her desperation as she circles her clit.

“Put your fingers in my mouth,” I demand as I stop massaging her stomach to concentrate on making her flood my hand with her release. “You’re doing so good for me.”

She silences me by pushing her fingers inside my mouth. I suck hard, desperate for every goddamn drop of slick; my tongue cleans her fingers before I suck on them in the same rhythm I finger her pussy. I talk with her hand still in my mouth, my fingers on the other hand homing in on her slippery clit. “Are you going to show me what a good girl you are?”

“Yes.” Her hips speed up, her breathing gets harder, faster. I don’t think she realises her hand falls out of my mouth and sits over the top of my hands in her pants adding to the friction.

I hum encouragingly, before I draw my teeth over her scent gland, desperate to get more of her taste. I bite down gently but firmly.

Her whole body is undulating, and she searches for the peak, and it’s right there. My knot is nearly busting out of my pants. But this Omega is a goddamn firecracker, she spins around and leaps knocking me backwards in the process, trapping my hands inside her pants. Her pussy rubs over my covered cock.

“That’s it, baby. You’re so close aren’t you. You’re doing such a good job for me.”

She rides me hard and dirty. The friction against my cock hurts. It feels insanely good, I buck up giving us both additional pressure. I scent the moment she reaches the top of her pleasure; her bubble-gum perfume floods my senses with a juicy sweetness. Her breath is against my neck, and I thrust up as she grinds down, and all of a sudden I’m right there with her. The both of us chasing the same desperate urge, perfuming the room in our lust.

“God, I’m going to come,” I groan. I’ve got no shame in telling her either because we’re as good as fucking.

“Yes,” she whimpers and falls forward.

I hold my fingers deep inside her pussy, her channel is pulsing around them. With my other fingers, I twist her slippery clit, and let my shields drop away, in effect letting her have the real me. My Alpha influence becomes something impossible to ignore, my lemon scent adding to the moment. And both of those very Alpha attributes give her exactly the messages her body needs. She moans, the noise is even deeper as she too let’s go and becomes a vessel for her Omega designation.

Her pleasure feeds mine, and my balls twist up as I keep grinding against her pussy.

Without stopping or second guessing, she uses my body to wrangle every bit of relief she can find. It’s a complete turn on, the confident way she takes control.

I can’t help but also admit how natural it feels for us to do this together.

Her lips suck against my throat, it aches so good. She sucks harder and harder and I’m going to be left with a huge ass hickey, but the pain is lost under the pleasure her mouth on me brings until there’s a short, sharp stab of pain as she bites down.

The connection we share changes. For me at least. Because this deliciously sweet-smelling Omega just accidentally claimed me as hers.