Knot Without You: An Omegaverse Romance

Chapter 22

Chapter

Twenty-Two

The Uber pulls to a stop right at the bottom of the wide stairs to Verdune Estate, and I hop out unfazed by the scent of old money that hangs heavy in the evening like mist over the sea, because the woman who lives there is more precious to me than anything money can buy.

Holding my phone up to the Uber driver I let him see I’ve sent payment and left a rating and he waves me off without another word. I probably should have waited to do that until all my bags were at her door but I guess having to do it myself is a good thing or I might have missed the flight tags from my quick visit out of state.

One look and I’m right back to the time I stole with King. I don’t know how we pulled it off, well I do; Joker helped it happen. I knew I had to see King. It was not an option, so I did what any other horny, wealthy Omega does, I chartered flights, told my girls I had a rush job before jetting down to the little air strip near ‘our’ place. Well, I guess technically it’s Nancy’s Bed and Breakfast but at the same time it’s ours.

I thought I beat him to our cottage room, but the instant I pushed open the door I was greeted by King, naked as the day he was born, legs splayed wide, his hand lazily pumping his enormous dick.

“Lock the fucking door, killer, then you’ve got three seconds to start crawling.”

I rubbed a hand over my body to ease the immediate ache I felt. His bourbon scent was so thick it hung like humidity on a summer’s night. Not needing confirmation, but desperately wanting a reminder of his taste, I licked my lips and keened hungrily.

I leaned against the door and unbuttoned the small buttons down the front of my Lilly Lamont original. The maxi-dress floated like soft petals to the floor. I wanted to look feminine for him, but the way he looked at me was a reminder that I am enough.

King made the filthiest noise of encouragement I’d ever heard when I sank to my knees, twisting around to undo my bra. “Nah, leave ’em. Come suck my cock.”

I did as he wanted, his brown eyes nearly black, his chin tucked down as he admired the way I crawled to him with my hips swaying, my mouth open. Keeping our eyes locked, I trailed my mouth all the way up the inside of his thick thighs before I rubbed my face against his knot, desperate to breathe only his bourbon scent.

A small shuffle of movement and he buried a hand in my hair, fisting it as a way to drag my mouth from his body. I whimpered but he bent forward to kiss my lips so softly I think I imagined it. He pressed his mouth against mine. “Need you like your my bonded, Tris. My Alpha needs sating. And fuck I have done nothing but visualise filling each of your fucking holes for days. You let me know if I’m too much today because I am fucking feral for you.”

Another soft kiss before he spread his legs wider and directed his cock into my mouth. There was no warm-up. He was exactly as he promised he would be, a fucking beast.

King lifted his hips the moment he was in my mouth. His hands dug into my hair, and he started driving his cock down my throat. I heaved at the intrusion and if I wasn’t watching the explosion of deep, beautiful emotions in his eyes I’d have been worried, but instead, my whole being erupts in joy at the level of helplessness he’s letting me see.

It takes a lot of trust for an Alpha to show that part of them to another person. And it’s an absolute gift he chose me.

He surged through each time I gagged, the rumbling vibration from his chest a half purr, half groan and it further ignited the desire coursing through my body.

Slick wet the tops of my thighs through my underwear and pleasure overtook every cell.

“Fuck, yeah,” King encouraged when I swallowed around him, his knot pressed against my face as I pushed to somehow take him deeper. His fingers dug against my scalp as he let go of his control and used my throat exactly how he wanted.

His movements became even wilder when he dragged his cock out of my mouth before he rammed it back in over and over. And each time he painted a thicker trail of his pre-come over my tongue. I took another big breath before I hollowed my cheeks to suck and open my throat. His cock hardened between my lips and it only took a few more times of him riding my mouth before he stopped us moving and held me still as he came on a roar.

His orgasm tasted fucking delicious.

I went from swallowing his come to sailing through the air. My body bounced once before King pounced; his mouth on my oversensitive pussy had me arching up off the bed. He dropped a hand on my stomach to stop me wiggling and he didn’t stop tonguing me until I was a whimpering, quivering mess. I was nothing but my designation. It was little wonder I love being his Omega.

King shuffled up to kneeling, sliding one of my legs over the top of his thighs before he rubbed the crown of his dick over the outside of my panties. He teased me, showing more control than I thought he was capable of as he pushed against the material with his fat cock head over and over until he ripped through it.

And then he stopped, giving me time to get used to his thickness, but it didn’t mean he stopped playing with my body. He split my ass cheek and spat on my asshole, his thumb dipped inside and I squeezed my eyes shut, trying not to come.

But the way King touched me was such a beautiful, sensuous feeling of desperate ownership. I was fighting a losing battle not to come. We’re so intricately linked. I felt his pleasure, it radiated out of him and his deep groans and heavy grunts when he thrusted each time only intensified the moment.

His body pinned mine and he bit the side of my neck briefly before finding my ear. “I’m gonna fill this pussy with my seed before I come again so hard it leaks out of your pretty asshole.”

He was everywhere. His skin was on mine, he was deep inside my body, he was all I could scent, and when he cupped the front of my throat with his palm and squeezed it, I whined knowing he was what I needed to survive.

I felt like I was about to shatter into a million pieces, and of course that’s all King wanted. “Whose cunt is this?” He asked abruptly as his fingers flexed and his knot surged inside my body. He squeezed the hand around my throat until I couldn’t breathe and then he held me in that desperate space as he drove me up to the highest peak, where I could see stars and only feel.

My nails scratched over his hand, but he already knew what I wanted. He clamped his hand down harder until I had nothing left to give and then he let me soar. I came so hard I honestly didn’t know what was up and what was down. The only thing I knew is that King had me.

He grabbed my chin and breathed his air into my mouth filling my lungs, as waves of pleasure obliterated me. I was oversensitive, lost in the rush of endorphins that flooded my body and mind.

He pulled his knot out and lifted me by the hips as he bent down to stretch my asshole with his tongue and fingers before he nudged his crown against the tight muscle.

“Let me in,” he growled as he tried again, making me smile. If I could have, I would have but I was floating in la-la land and had no control. But he couldn’t push in because my body was locked up in anticipation, in want.

He ran his hands up my spine and cupped my shoulder, holding me still. “Present for your Alpha,” he barked.

It was instant the way my body opened up and let him. There was nothing I could do to stop the whine falling from my lips as he owned my ass.

“Good girl.” He groaned as his fingers dipped on my hips and he started to move again. “The way you look stretched around my cock, Tris, I could die a happy man.”

I slurred out, “Make me come first.”

He slapped my ass, and the crack echoed and bounced around the room chased by my moan. I wish I had a camera to film him because he was entirely possessed and without a word of a lie, I fucking loved the way he used me.

There was a sweet desperation to our time, like he was on the edge of a rut. Maybe I shouldn’t have felt so happy knowing he was close to losing control but King was a weakness of mine and making him so rabid, so overcome with need, was always something that drove me.

There was no fucking way in this life or the next I would let him go.

The opening of the door has me slamming closed the lid on my memories, and I lock it all away to focus on why I am here at Verdune.

Something is happening in Heidi’s life that she’s not sharing with us. And while I can’t technically get pissed at her for that, because hello my life, I will not let her suffer alone and Heidi is a bit of a fan of doing shit on her own.

Thank God Heidi’s staff wear embroidered name tags because I’m terrible with names. Millie waves me in and since we’ve met a couple of times, I lean over and give her a quick cuddle. It is a little awkward and probably an after effect of my recent time with King, but Millie takes it like a champion before guiding me inside.

“Is she in her room?” I ask, grabbing my makeup bag and handbag off the pile of luggage I brought.

“She is, but she’s moved to the guest wing?”

I hum a noise of surprise. “Sneaky bitch never told us. Anything else I need to know, Millie?”

And the way Millie stops talking and starts staring at my feet has me taking a step back to her. “Millie?”

“She’s awfully sad, Tristan,” Millie says, finally dragging her eyes off my feet to look at me quickly. “Heidi’s trying to hide it, but we know her.”

“Who? I mean, I know about Kai,” I hiss at the sharp stab of sadness I feel for Heidi. And yes, I am absolutely butt hurt for her that something happened with him. But she hasn’t told us the whole story of how her weekend away with the barman and his pack from the Omega auction turned to shit yet, hence my visit.

“It’s not my place to say,” Millie whispers, barely moving her lips. “But please make her smile again.”

“It’s why I’m here,” I promise, giving her another hug. “Sadly though, I’m taking her with me, so don’t plan anything for us.”

“Of course. Whatever you need.”

I race up the stairs, and head towards Heidi’s suite until I remember she’s now using the visitor’s one. I have to backtrack through dark hallways shrouded in history and old money but thankfully Heidi finds me before I get truly lost.

“Ho, you look like shit.” I growl, reaching to squeeze the living shit out of my bestie. I hold her tighter and try desperately to remind her of what an incredible and beautiful person she is.

She nods against my shoulder when I talk into her ear until I know she’s had enough, the push against my shoulder clear as day. Still, I tease her like besties do as we walk back to her suite. “Look at you, that hug was nearly a record for you. I swear to God, if I see that Kai again I’ll slog him right in his ugly face.”

But then I get down to the reason I’m here. Answers.

“How long have you got left until you have to pack Lowly? Are you sure we can’t do it any other way.” And I’m referring to her recent and shocking announcement of intending to pack with a pack she all but loathes.

The look of defeat on her face is evident. “It’s pretty much done, Tris.”

I quiz her mercilessly, in my attempt to come up with a different solution. Because without question, I’ll support anything Heidi decides but maybe we can come up with another course of action.

After she explains why she did what she did and agree to pack with Pack Lowly, I get a better understanding why she did it—to gain control over her legacy, and then my concern turns into pride because no shit, this girl is made of strong stuff, and she’ll need it if she ever takes them to her nest.

We goofball around a bit. It’s stupid and immature but I’ll do pretty much anything to see some of the sadness wafting off Heidi disappear for even a few minutes before we both settle on her bed.

Heidi rolls into my arms, and the fun dissolves, “Seriously, Tris, I’m good. Pack Lowly can’t touch me, and they won’t. It’s a business transaction, everything is in black and white.”

What she says hits me hard for some reason. I guess it’s not too hard to see that those reasons might include Tyson flipping me off, Maverick standing me up, and King being who he is. And even though I’m sad for Heidi, the tears that fill my eyes are also due to my own growing realisation that maybe pack life is not for me either.

The words I say resonate personally. “Even if you’re pretending, you’re okay, I want you to know, I’m so fucking heartbroken for you. I’ve never seen you so happy. I think you were falling in love, Ho.”

“You can’t fall in love in a couple of days, Tris,” Heidi says forlornly, but we both know that’s complete BS. You can. People do all the time. “Anyway, it’s not like being alone is going to be hard to get used to.”

“Are you going to move back to Unity?”

Heidi shakes her head, “I don’t think so. I’ll come back here after seeing Raney pack. I need to do this properly if I’m going to succeed.”

I’m gutted, but at the same time I am so damn proud and in awe at this strong, fierce Omega. “You’re going to be so fucking amazing running Verdune. Margot and Allan will be so proud of you.”

Of course, Heidi slaps me away, trying to keep our chat more on the lighter side. “Oh god! Now I am going to cry! Hey, Tris, you know I’m so happy you’re here.”

I crawl over to her, sneaking in another quick cuddle, “I know, Ho. I know, I’ll do your hair and make-up after you pack. We’ve got an hour or so before Koz’s team picks us up.”

We move on to easier conversations… food and Raney packing, because holy shit, talk about a turn of events. Our girl went from unpacking with her exes to rekindling the goddamn sweetest first love I’ve heard of and slowly rebuilding her relationship with two other Alphas from her childhood. Her happy ever after is freaking amazing. Selfishly, I’m also absolutely freaking thrilled because going to see her pack means another precious few hours with King. Hopefully.

“I can’t believe Raney’s going to pack, well I mean, that sounds weird considering she was always going to pack with Koz.”

“Right?” I snort still a little caught up thinking about King.

“Tris, what the fuck is ‘right’?” she mimics.

I search for a response, but she beats me. “You better not be getting all glassy eyed about seeing King again. Raney will shove her foot up your butt if you so much as look at him.”

I roll my eyes, spinning off the bed at the same time. “Oh please. I’m excited to go back and see Raney and watch her pack, that’s it.”

Heidi doesn’t let it drop though. “You’re acting dodgy as shit, you’re up to something,” she accuses.

And I completely side-swipe her by turning our conversation back to her, because Heidi is great at pushing other people to talk by refusing to talk about herself. “We can chat about anything you want, Ho, including Alphas that break hearts or we can do it when we get together with the others.”

“We’ll wait,” she snarls, unimpressed. “Oh shit, Tris, I didn’t tell my security team. That’s the last thing I need is their bitching.”

“What do you want me to do?”

“Help me pack, and make me look presentable,” she says as she bursts into action.

The both of us race around her suite grabbing clothes and makeup, filling her brief case before I sit her back down on the bed and start working on her. We don’t talk as I give her a facial, but I know just being with Heidi is the kind of support she needs right now.

Swiping off the hydration mask, I use the gold leaf gel pads to do their magic on the dark bags under her eyes before I massage the stress out of her shoulders. The look on her face is peaceful, well more peaceful than when I arrived.

A knock on her suite interrupts us but I whisper to her to stay and soak in the moment. I sneak through and Millie greets me again but my gaze drops to what she’s holding.

Of course, Heidi isn’t where I left her, her eyes full of emotion that seems to swirl even more when I explain the basket of kittens. “Special delivery to, Rohi?”

Heidi bolts in the opposite direction, and I chase after her not entirely sure what’s going on. I find her on her phone pacing.

“NO! No! No! No! I am not going to look after kittens, Kairo. Get your sneaky ass back here and pick up this basket.”

“And the box of food,” I add, for no other reason except I speak without thinking.

“What?” she snarls, talking to me, but Kai the Alpha who did her dirty is still talking on the phone.

I hover for moral support, letting her have some sort of privacy. As opposed to eavesdropping, I focus on the kittens. They’re kind of cute. I mean they’d be downright adorable if they have fur, but they’re naked.

Heidi talks softly to him until she loses it completely. “Clearly, you’ve been busy, Kairo, buying gifts for people who do not need gifts when all they wanted was a fucking reason why their scented-mate would lie to them! Or I mean you could explain to me, why you fuckers drugged me and left me a-fucking-lone! Now someone better look after these things because I’m leaving!”

I feel sick. For a million reasons but mostly because I can feel the pain radiating from her. She looks at me desperately. “Please don’t say anything. The whole thing is a mess.”

“Ho.” Is all I manage, absolutely devastated at her truth. This is so much more than what she led us to believe. The tears fall down my face and there’s nothing I can do to stop them.

Heidi being Heidi is way too sensible in her emotion. “I’ll tell the others, but I just need a bit of time. And Raney’s getting packed which is a million times more important. Please, Tris, don’t tell her.”

And yeah, it is her grief, her heartache, but I’m drowning in her pain amplified because of how fucking awful life is to all of us too. What kind of world do we live in where scent-matched mates do this to us?

She explains in as much detail as she’s prepared to share, and I get it. She asks me to give her time… I’d give her a perfect world complete with fairy-tale princes if I could.

The kittens get sent down to Millie and the both of us lock away the secrets we need to talk about but can’t. In typical Scorned Girls style that means we hone all our attention on to making sure Raney has the most amazing pack day ever. JFC Koz, despite his near feral doting on our girl, is such a squishy-marshmallow inside. He certainly keeps my romantic dreams alive with all the surprises he has planned for our girl. And I am so focused on making sure Heidi’s okay and making sure Raney’s special packing day is too, that the text I get from an unnamed number threatening me again to stay away from King honestly gets locked out of our festivities.

I guess I should have known King would find out about the text. When the elevator door opens in the hospital garage, the seething rage I see on his face nearly has me falling to my knees in front of the Scorned Girls, Koz, Puck, half The Fallen MC club, and all the other lurkers around us, to confess each of my sins.

Heidi saves me the embarrassment, misreading my stumble out of formation. She hides our conversation behind the oversized bouquet of wisteria the three of us are holding as we wait for Raney.

Koz has organised everything as a surprise for her, right down to what he wanted us to wear and the flowers we’re holding. All the girls and I have to do is give Raney a day she won’t forget. A pamper day as a her send off before she gets packed, kind of like a bridal shower. Although I’m not sure the hospital carpark is the best place for it to start, although it is where she slept last night which means it’s probably the safest given all Koz’s men have been guarding the place.

“Tris, wait until Koz has said his piece until you rush Raney. He’ll shoot you right in the forehead if you ruin his big day.”

While everyone in the garage watches international gunrunner and all-round psychotic guy publicly declaring his adoration for our girl, King and I have a decent argument using our eyes.

It’s impossible to explain how I know what he’s saying word for word. Unless you’ve experienced a connection scent-mates share it wouldn’t make sense. But in long stares, flicking eyebrows, and a few rapid blinks I soothe his anger at us being caught out again, before we both reflect on the shit situation we’re caught in.

He doesn’t like it one bit when he sees how it upsets me and he knows it’s not just the text. It’s the web of lies we’re tangled in. I turn away from him so he can’t see the growing acceptance that I’m never going to have a day like Raney is.