Knot Without You: An Omegaverse Romance

Chapter 27

Chapter

Twenty-Seven

“Are you sure you don’t mind?” Simona asks for the tenth time.

Dragging her closer under my arm, I kiss the top of her head, hoping to ease her unnecessary angst. “If this is what you want to do, Simona, I’m never going to stand in your way.”

She looks up at me, her green eyes brimming full of conflicting emotion and lots and lots of barriers. Sim having her guard up is nothing new. Honestly, I look up in awe at this girl’s strength and have complete faith in her. If she says she wants to go somewhere she can’t tell me about, then I’m not going to hold her back.

“I need to, for me more than anything. Plus, if I don’t go now, it will look like I’m full of fear, which I am not. I’m just tired of playing games,” she says half cryptically. And the other half of what doesn’t need to be explained is she’s referring to the pack she’s been promised to. Except it’s no promise of her own, but instead a pledge made generations ago.

Waiting at the front door is one of the guys that usually watches over her. He never talks, he barely looks in my direction, and in all honesty, I don’t return the favour either. Simona trusts him and that’s all that matters.

“Ping me,” I say, giving her a final cuddle.

She shrugs without turning around. “I’ll probably just text you.”

“A lot then. Text me lots I mean.”

“And I’ll call you. But go… you’ve got a mystery of your own that probably needs to be congratulated, if you catch my drift.”

“Simona Vanderling, are you seriously suggesting I go make out with that sweaty, muscled up, testosterone charged MMA fighter?”

“Look at you go, Tris, putting all the clues together by yourself.” She smiles, being a sweet bitch to me.

“What time are you flying out?”

She checks her watch. “I’ll only need a few hours, so straight after that. And don’t forget I’m away for ten days but please for the love of my sanity, do not ask Bella over to watch movies again.”

I snort a laugh, making people around us stop and stare, also making Big Tom get a little growly in his quiet assuming way.

“I don’t know, Sim, she’s such great company. Anyway, I’m waiting on a call and then I’ll be gone too. Ho’s at Verdune, Raney’s probably still being railed a hundred different ways…”

“And blaming her heat, instead of admitting she’s got it as bad as they do,” Simona adds.

“You got it.”

Simona stops laughing as quickly as she started, picking up on the detail instead of the big picture, “I didn’t know you got a modelling gig”.

“I’ll let you know who with soon enough.” I ignore her comment before giving her tush a push.

She leaves without a backwards glance but my phone buzzes.

Who are you going away with? I want to know.

King

She sends an eye-roll emoji back with -

She will murder you one day if you don’t stop.

Can’t stop, won’t stop.I’m off to see if I can sneak into the dressing rooms now. Wish me luck.

With a final text of a kissy face to Simona, I put my phone in my back pocket and weave my way through the crowd.

The lack of security guards waiting near the fighters’ change rooms is a surprise, but I guess it makes sense since they’re all fighters. It’s the press of Alpha aggression that slows my step and brings Big Tom closing in wondering what the go is.

“You good?” he asks.

“Yeah, it’s just a lot you know,” I answer as I start breathing through my mouth.

The scents of so many non-compatible Alphas layering one on top of the other is sending my Omega senses haywire, and not in a good way. I want to turn around and leave and I nearly do until a door opens and Maverick pokes his head out, making me stop dead in my tracks. I’m drawn out of my worries by his appearance. To others I am sure he looks like an athlete who’s just competed and won—both exhausted and elated—but I read the look in his eyes differently: as relief.

“Get in here,” he all but purrs. A slight smirk transforms his entire face.

“How did you know I was here? In the corridor I mean,” I ask, still frozen on the spot.

Big Tom is the one that answers. Kind of, his sigh reads as ‘honestly, Tristan, surely you know Alphas by now’.

Maverick holds his hand out, and I stare at it until Big Tom reads the situation and takes a few steps away, giving Maverick and me some privacy. Well, as much as you can have in the corridor on a fight night.

“Tristan, I am sorry. It gutted me that I missed our breakfast. If I could have called you to cancel, I would have.”

I search his face, finding truth but also still a little reluctance. “Were you with someone else?”

“No,” he replies in an instant, but I see his eyes flare after he says it, like it’s not quite one hundred percent right. He keeps going though. “I was in a situation I couldn’t get out of.”

“More club drama?”

“Yeah. And I’m sorry, Tristan, but I will stand you up a thousand times if I think there’s any chance of me bringing trouble to your door.”

It sounds eerily similar to King’s reticence. But at the same time, I have had a lot of opportunities to finish things off with King because of who he is associated with, and I haven’t. I take a step closer to Maverick. Immediately his blackberry scent seems to soothe the sharpness of my anxiety. I take another inhale and his yummy scent becomes more pronounced. Stirring through his unique perfume are hints of his happiness along with a shot of lust.

“To clarify,” I start but he interrupts me.

“You get at least a hundred apologies, in all different shapes and sizes because I stood you up at breakfast. Trust me, I wanted to be there… I want to be anywhere with you, and I felt fucking awful knowing I upset you.” He doesn’t look away as he stares at me intently, honestly. “It might happen again because like I said, I will not risk you getting hurt or in trouble because of being associated with me. Now please get inside before I have to start fighting all the fucking Alphas getting ready to fight in the cage.”

I giggle at his abrupt change in our conversation, “Why?”

“Why what, Tristan?” he asks, clearly not understanding my question.

“You would fight them? Over me?”

He leans towards me, glaring at me. Though there’s a big cheeky twinkle in his eye too. “Are you purposely riling me up?”

“Am I riling you up?” I smirk, because of course I am. But sometimes a woman has to know exactly what her lying scent-matched Alpha would do in a situation involving other Alphas… And fighting for her? That is right up there.

Flicking my sunnies up so he can get a better read, I walk past his outstretched hand and into his room. The door shuts behind me with a resounding click, but it’s intentionally quiet instead of the slam I expected. I guess he’s riling me up too.

“I don’t fuck on first dates,” I say, spinning around to face him but he’s so close my lips graze his.

Almost as soon as he leans in, they connect and accidentally or not, his touch sends a buzz to my lips.

He pulls back, his eyebrows drawing together in irritation. “I should think not, Tristan. But I definitely think we need to explore how good that kiss was.”

“Hmmm,” I murmur against them. Again, I experience a tingling from the smallest brush of our lips.

Maverick takes a step closer, and I take one away until I end up with my back pressing against the wall, and him crowding me in from the front. Which should freak me out since he’s so much bigger than I am but his blackberry scent along with his physical presence stirs up feelings of safety and reassurance.

“Tell me what you want, Tris,” he says gently, and I tip my head slightly in question. “The first day I met you, I told you you’re the one driving our connection and I need you to know that now more than ever.”

“Why?”

“Because I’ve disappointed you twice now, and I don’t want to do it a third, at least until we’ve been together for a few years.” The smile on his face is as sweet as his words.

“Before, when I asked about anyone else…”

“No other woman or Omega, but I am head over heels for a pack mate. I have no expectations on him or our relationship, but you should know he’s got a piece of me, and had a piece of me too,” he says, and the colour of his eyes deepens in sincerity.

“And how does he feel about you meeting your scent-match,” I ask, my hand settling on his hip.

Maverick lets out a small sigh, pulling back slightly. “I haven’t told him for the simple reason, I told you, I won’t risk you. He’s involved in club drama, and he knows I want out of that side of our lives.”

“So, you’d walk away from him for me? I don’t like that at all. I’m not comfortable thinking this is a me or him situation,” I answer truthfully, and I’m not. Those sorts of situations never work out.

“It is what it is,” he says, his eyes dropping to my lips.

But before I kiss him, it feels right he should know I’m also involved. “I have an Alpha who I’ve been seeing for a long time. I can’t and won’t let him go.”

“Is he your scent-matched Alpha though?” he smirks confidently.

I feel like a bitch when I confirm he is, but it is kind of an important piece of our discussion.

“Why hasn’t he claimed you then?” Maverick snaps aggressively.

Flicking my eyebrows up at his growing frustration, he looks away for a second and comes back more like himself.

“It’s complicated,” I answer, squeezing his hip and drawing him closer.

He’s back to being comforting and focussed on me. “Are we complicated?”

“Past events suggest we might be,” I tease, reaching up on my tippy toes to get nearer those zippy lips of his.

There’s a pause as we stare into each other’s eyes, and as much as I don’t want memories from years ago to surface it is only normal. Maverick though turns a bad memory into a very good one when he puts one of his hands behind my head before he destroys the distance between us and slams his lips to mine.

His kiss is like rubbing popping candy over my lips, making them super tingly. Not giving me much chance to enjoy the sensation, he licks his tongue over the top of my lip, asking for permission, and instead of opening up I swipe my tongue against his. A small chuckle from him, and his blackberry scent rushes in to fill my lungs, and almost as quick as it happens my thoughts get all floaty as I get high on his Alpha pheromones.

Maverick keeps winding me up, clearly knowing the effect he has on me, but when I whimper in need, he takes over in his gentle but panty-destroying way. With another slight swipe of his tongue, he asks for more and the moment my lips open for him he kisses me deeply, hungrily, making me desperate for more.

“Jesus, Tristan, the things I want to do to you.” Maverick pulls away slightly, panting against my mouth.

All of me is tingling, and I’d be happy to push him for more, but my phone vibrates in my back pocket—both a good and a bad thing. The vibration feeds the arousal Maverick’s kisses and words unleashed; my scent thickens making what I want impossible to ignore. His hand skims into the space between us and he rubs his fingers over my pussy, humming in appreciation when my hips roll instinctively.

“If I put my hands down your pants?”

“You’d probably drown in my slick.” I laugh, though it’s not wrong—there’s a good chance he would.

He only does it a few more times until his hand skims around the back and he digs my phone out, which I may have forgotten. Passing it over so I can read the message, Maverick dips his head to the side of my throat and replaces his teasing touch with his rock-hard dick, pressing against my super turned on core.

It’s a message from Simona that quickly gets forgotten as I drop my phone so I can wrap my hands around his face and get him kissing me again. He stops. Everything. Looking at me seriously, he says, “I want to finish inside you. I want to feel your pussy squeezing and milking me before I knot you so fucking hard you can’t sit down for a day or so. I am not doing that here. Okay?”

His sincerity is so very appealing, even though denying me is not. Maverick takes a considered step back, and straightens his arm without letting me out of the cage he’s got me in.

“But I have to do this. Sorry for being so fucking inappropriate but I think I’ve done amazing, all things considered.”

“What?” I ask confused.

Instead of answering, Maverick whips his cock out, widens his stance and jacks off. Of course, I watch because holy mustard it is insanely hot the way he squeezes his fist around his cock, and the way his hand pumps almost aggressively. “Let me blow on your stomach, since you dressed so fucking pretty just for me.”

I mean, he’s not wrong and the thought of his come on my bare stomach has my pussy clenching in need. Maverick pitches up on his toes as he keeps jacking himself off; the noises falling past his lips are obscene while the look in his eyes is nothing short of devotion. I move around trying to make it easier for him to do what he wants, the feeling of his come on my skin is making me nearly desperate.

His fist and the top of his cock are covered in pre-come and it’s a pretty sight. Much like the scent rolling off him is equally satisfying. His eyes lock on my face and I can see how close he is, and we both kind of move at the same time. I wrap my hand around his fist, and he kisses me in that mind-destroying way of his before he makes a rumbling growl-groan a moment before a warmth hits my stomach.

A small wave of pleasure, not like an orgasm, but still equally satisfying rushes over my skin. It feeds a sense of ownership in my Omega thoughts at knowing I am the one wearing his release. Except I want a little more, my fingers scoop up his release and I twist away from his kisses so I can suck his still warm come off his fingers.

His eyes dilate almost as quickly as I swallow him down. “Fucking hell, Tristan. Are you seriously wanting me to bend you over and knot you?” he snarls in shock.

“I wouldn’t say no,” I splutter, a little surprised he missed that part.

Instead of arguing back, he starts laughing, and it’s not a light giggle it’s a deep laugh. “You’re fucking perfect. And we are doing this.”

“Huh?” I grunt, not using my words.

“This… me and you. Anything you want.” He leans closer while he talks to kiss me, but I twist away, denying him my mouth. I am not about to share the lingering taste of his come in my mouth, even with him.

“I’m going away tomorrow for a week but the second I am back, I am picking you up and we’re going somewhere private so I can…”

“If you do good on your promise of bending me over, sign me up,” I interrupt.

“Fucking booked in already.” He laughs, leaning in for a quick kiss before pulling away and looking at me suspiciously. “You’re not upset I’m going away?”

I shrug. “Maybe you should ask yourself that question, Maverick. I mean, are you upset I’m going away?”

Without giving him a chance to reply, I duck under his hand and make a dash for the door, spinning back to show him I’ve wiped the rest of his come off my stomach. In the heat of the moment, it was a very good idea, but I know he’d lose his fucking mind if I walked out through the crowd with his release like it’s a piece of body art.

“You’re killing me, you know that, right?”

“See you when I get back. And while you’re away perhaps you can send me a couple more photos like the earlier one before your fight.”

“With or without clothes?”

I open the door, laughing the whole time. “I’m wounded you have to ask.”