Knot Without You: An Omegaverse Romance

Chapter 38

Chapter

Thirty-Eight

Igo from rinsing dishes to dangling over King’s shoulder in a move so quick my head spins. Although he always makes me dizzy, and his hand kneading my ass only adds to the sensation.

“Shut your eyes,” he demands as he stops in front of the closed door and I do, after I wave goodbye to the others.

“Thank god!” I grumble, closing my eyes, “I’ve been dying to see in this room.”

King drops me to my feet but doesn’t let me go and as my feet touch the ground, he grabs a handful of my hair and tugs my neck back. “Don’t be fucking rude.”

I laugh against his lips. “Fine, I’ve been dying for you to knot me.”

“That’s fucking better,” he growls before he kisses me stupid, completely robbing me of my senses and the ability to stand on my own two legs. They buckle under the weight of his demanding claim on my lips but his hands on my hips hold me up. Slowing our kiss, his dark brown eyes are swimming.

“What’s wrong?” I wrap my hands around his face, suddenly worried because he looks freaked out.

He pulls his head out of my hands. “Gonna make ya mine now, Tris, but I have to ask you one last time because if something has changed let me know. Once my bite is on you, you’re fucking mine.”

I shake my head, leaning up for one of his kisses again but he denies me. “I mean it, Tris, this changes everything.”

“Bullshit. It changes nothing. From the first moment I knew you were mine.”

“And I knew you were mine better than I knew my own name. I just want you to be happy and if that’s changed.”

“King!” I snap, standing up and nearly colliding with his face. “Open the goddamn door.”

“Not until you tell me.”

I roll my eyes at his insistence before I pull him down to my height. “I love you so much.”

“It’s not about love, Tris.”

“What the hell is this about then?”

“I want you to have choices, but my claim will forever mark you mine. You change your mind after I’ve claimed you, and I won’t recover.”

“You guilt tripping me right now?”

“Nah, baby, I’m telling you loud and fucking clear I need you to survive. I can’t be without you and that means every day we’re together. It means you wake up with my cock in your pussy every morning. It means I spoil you fucking rotten whenever I want. It means you carry all my secrets but it’s a lot to bear.”

“I’ve never had any doubts.”

“Neither have I, but I gotta do this right. I’ve never claimed anyone, and never will again after you.” He drops to his knees and digs a hand into his pocket before holding a handout to me.

All my senses go haywire, and I seriously think I’m going to pass out as my heart gallops.

“Tristan Cameron, I want you, always have and forever will. Please be my queen?”

And while he’s holding something out for me, all I can see is oceans of devotion in his eyes, and I sink into the promises he whispers over and over into my ear. I cry like a baby in his arms.

“Always leaving me hanging,” he grumbles, wiping the tears out of my eyes before he reaches out for my hand. “What’s it gonna be?”

“YES!” I scream, and he slides a ring down my finger. The tears in my eyes means I can’t properly see it but it’s not how it looks that hits the deepest, it’s how it feels.

“Now close your fucking eyes, killer, I got another surprise for you.”

“I want to see this though.” I hold my hand up, all the tears in my eyes still making it impossible.

“It’s not going anywhere.” He smiles before he pushes one hand over my eyes, turns to me with the other. “I got you, now get your fanny inside.”

I slap his hand away from my face, but he doesn’t let up until we’re in the secret room and the door is shut behind us. His hands fall away and when I see what he has done I stagger back against his chest completely overwhelmed. The room is thick with his scent, and his influence is evident on everything I can see but at the same time what he’s done is all about me. He built me a nest.

The floor is covered in a monochromatic wonderland of texture and layers perfectly reminiscent of clashing storm clouds. Deep black, muted charcoal, gentle dove grey roil together, framed by the smallest hint of deep olive green and a flash of richness.

“What did you do?” I squawk without turning away from the sumptuous haven. “King! YOU BUILT ME A NEST!”

“Some days it’s felt like the world was against us but no matter what you’ve always been there for me.” He holds my body flush with his, wrapping his arms around me. “Killer, you need to calm down, you’re going to have a fucking heart attack before I can even knot you.”

He’s probably not wrong. My chest feels like a heavy weight is pushing down on it, and I can’t get enough air in my lungs. I’m so thrown that he would consider building me a nest because I never thought he would. From out of nowhere I get smashed by a sense of doubt because if I didn’t see he was capable of being that fucking amazing, what else have I missed.

I squeeze my eyes shutting away my beautiful nest, trying to breathe through overflow.

“Tell me, killer,” he whispers in my ear, sensing my struggle.

It literally makes no difference if my eyes are open or closed, my head so full of everything I saw. “Black satin sheets, coal coloured comforter, a pillow that looked like it was dipped in liquid metal.”

King wraps his hand in my hair and tugs my hair back. Making my eyes burst open and I come face to face with him. He is as real as they come. “Everything is real, trust yourself, killer. What else?”

“I hear you. I feel you. I scent you.”

He lunges, his teeth closing against the column of my neck hard enough to hurt. The sharp pain helps more than he knows.

“You never have to doubt what I feel for you, Tris. Get in your nest, spread those legs wide fucking open so I can prove it,” he demands on a whisper, and the calamity inside my racing thoughts settles. It was always going to, King just stepped in to remind me my future has nothing to do with my past.

He doesn’t let me go that quickly. He pulls off the hoodie I was hiding in, the loss of his scent is replaced by the warmth of his body. Circling an arm around my waist he scoops me up before squatting down and placing me right in the middle of the nest which is as fluffy as clouds.

The cooling fabric under me feels like liquid softness and I roll around on it, reaching to the outer edges on all sides as I watch him with a growing impatience and desperate need.

“I’m scarring your neck, like you’re marking mine.”

He’s taking too long to undress and my hands trail over my body briefly until they settle between my thighs. Using both hands I rub my fingers through the slick coating the tops of my legs before I open my pussy to show King how ready I am.

“All that for me?”

I nod unable to talk, because my jaw aches as I watch him squeezing his hard cock before I start fingering myself trying to alleviate the need, clenching and clawing my insides.

King slaps my fingers from my pussy before ripping my panties clean off, in the next heart beat his lips cup my clit, and he sucks hard, sending a twist of pain and a flock of stars over my eyes. Pleasure hums through my blood, and the noise he makes as he devours my pussy has me leaking more of my desire. King’s tongue spears my pussy before he swipes it through my folds, and then his teeth clamp around my aching clit and he tortures me with his mouth until I come on a gasping orgasm that rolls on and on.

I’m boneless, and floaty and desperate for more. Rising up, his eyes are shot with desire, his breathing choppy as he continues to swallow my release. Using my fingers I scoop my own slick, painting a trail for him to follow.

He follows, but he also scoops a leg in each arm, lifting the bottom half of me up until his thighs are under them, his knot brushing against my pussy. Letting my legs rest over his, he kneels up, swipes a thumb across his cock, wet with precome, before he swipes it over my mouth. Leaving me to lick his taste off my lips, King leans down and closes his lips around my nipple, his tongue twisting over the hard bud until I’m panting in pleasure again.

“Please…” I beg.

“Please, what?” He growls, not stopping his sensual assault on my breast. His marks leave a splattering of colour like a ring of hickeys over the flesh.

“King, if you don’t shove your knot inside my cunt right this second, I will call you Daddy for eternity,” I growl.

He fucking purrs without changing the pace at which he tries to destroying my nipple with his tongue. His eyes are dancing and full of challenge, passion, and chaos – all him. With a final tug of his teeth he sits up, only to fall over the top of me, the head of his cock sitting at the entrance of my pussy. He keeps his eyes on my face as he rolls his hips, teasing me with only the tip. While the stretch is divine, I want it to burn as he powers in.

I stop his slow teasing by locking my legs around his waist and twisting our bodies until we roll. But King being King rolls us again and pins me down using one of my thighs as a handhold before he sits up and rubs his cock over my pussy, taunting me with a mad, triumphant gleam in his eyes.

“You don’t get to hurry me. I’ve waited for so fucking long for this, Tristan.” Sucking his fingers in his mouth, I feel them trail through my slick before he plays with my ass at the same time as he teases my pussy.

It becomes a game he plays, an inch of his cock, the first knuckle of his finger and I wiggle desperate for more, he slaps my ass with his other hand and my body undulates in pleasure, and a tear rolls out of my eye.

I should have started with the tears because a flip switches in my Alpha when he tracks it. King drops his weight down on me again, his flattened tongue licking my cheek to catch the tear at the exact moment he jams his monster cock inside.

I scream at the sudden intrusion, my pussy burning in indescribable pleasure—it feels as if my body and mind are blown out like shards of a mirror. King’s scent clouds my senses reaching through the fog andleans forward, tugging my bottom lip through his teeth before he swallows the sounds of my whimpering and whining. Pleasure blossoms. Where he touches, I become hypersensitive to him, desperate for even more making my body arch and contour. The moment my neck arches he finally drives his knot home and bites down hard to claim me as his.

There is no exaggeration when I all but dissolve under him. King’s bourbon scent fills my lungs, his come fills my pussy and his love seeps in every touch of his on my body, until I’m sure I can’t take anymore.

“Yes, you can, killer,” he whispers without moving his teeth from my throat.

Hooking his arm up under my thigh he drags my leg higher and somehow slides deeper in. I’m oversensitive, feeling everything and forgetting nothing.

My pussy squeezes around his length sending crashing waves of rapture obliterating me completely. I become a vessel for him to fill with his love and claim. But I am not alone in this sea of carnal desire, because I can feel him inside me as our bonding starts.

Amazement and desperation spills from between his clenched teeth, and for a moment or two it worries me because as soon as I can hear his frantic need, I can feel it, and it adds to mine. He cups the side of my face, pushing my thumb in between his lips, and like nature intended I immediately know he needs the other side of our claim. I bite down hard, the copper taste of his blood coats my tongue, and as I swallow the tease of our connection ignites, burning a path through the both of us, binding and changing us forever more.