Knot Without You: An Omegaverse Romance

Chapter 39

Chapter

Thirty-Nine

Itwist my hand in the sliver of light coming from under the door, making sure I’ve still got my ring on. It’s incredible, despite the bite on my throat, his ring on my finger, his claim in my pussy, his blood in my body, his scent in my nose all telling me he is mine… I’m restless.

“You sure we need all these fuckin’ pillows,” he growls, pulling me closer. I press a kiss to his throat and leave my lips against his pulse. It’s like a sedative coaxing me to relax. But no matter how hard King sleeps, I can’t.

I don’t want to close my eyes in case this is all a dream. The nest he built is one of the sweetest things anyone has done, and it’s also a giveaway to how well he knows me. From the colours to the textures even down to the number of pillows he keeps grumbling about, King chose perfectly.

And while so much of my focus is on him, I can sense them too.

“Go get them, killer, then we can get some shut eye,” he mumbles, pulling his arm up as a I sign for me to go. “Put my hoodie on though, it’s cold. Tell one of ’em to stoke the fire and check the locks again.”

“You really don’t mind?” I pull his arm back down and hold it over my shoulder, so we’re skin to skin, heart to beating heart.

“You know I don’t. I’ll tell everyone in the morning how this is gonna work.” He smirks, his eyes still closed.

“Your way or the highway?” I grumble.

“Don’t act surprised. Go, then we can sleep.” He laughs, kissing my temple. Instead of opening his arms for me to escape, he gives me a gentle push.

I sit up but don’t move. I don’t want to spoil the moment—King in a nest he thought up after claiming me. It takes me two seconds to realise I’m not spoiling anything; I’m making it better.

I start to crawl out of my nest, but the temptation of going past King’s cock is too great and I lean down and suckle on his soft tip, lapping at the lingering taste of our come, until he slaps my ass. “Killer…” he warns.

Giggling guiltily, I hightail it, pausing to throw on his hoodie and get one last glance of him. I shouldn’t be surprised he’s rolled on to his back and shuffled into the middle of my nest with his legs spread. Even semi hard his cock is intimidating and clearly that’s the message he’s sending them.

Cracking the door open, the fire is still blazing but not like it was before. Tyson’s under a mountain of blankets on the three-seater, Maverick is facing the fire on his side, his arm tucked under his head and Steel is standing, staring at the door like he’s ready to escape.

“Tyson,” I whisper, kneeling in front of him. His eyes are open before I’ve finished saying his name.

“You okay?” he says, his hand shooting out and brushing over my shoulder.

“Yeah. Will you come to my nest? I can’t sleep.” I shrug without explaining.

“Of course. I’ll check the cabin again and get some wood on the fire for us first,” he says, and I’m not surprised he’s got a similar mindset to King. Tyson’s a caregiver. He also hides his dominance, but I remember his showy display of his Alpha’s power at the hospital.

“Thanks,” I whisper, looking over the top of the sofa. Steel hasn’t moved a muscle and I’m not certain he’s even aware I’m up. But I’ll get to him in a minute. Spinning around, I curl behind Maverick, my arm snaking under his. Like Tyson, he’s awake quickly too.

“Why are you out here?” he asks, rolling over to look up at me.

“Wanna come sleep next to me?” I wiggle my eyebrows up at him.

“What do you think?” Maverick smiles sweetly. “We wearing PJ’s?”

“What do you think?” I repeat back to him, although my smile is definitely more dirty than sweet.

“How is this going to work?”

I shrug. “Apparently, we’re having a nest meeting in the morning. I need to sleep though and it’s not going to happen until you three are in there.”

“Steel too, huh?”

“Do you think he’ll come in?”

“He’s just freaked, Tristan. He’s got lots going on in his head, but he’ll come.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“I’ll choke him out and carry him myself if needs be.”

“Oh my god. Really?”

“Sure. You’re my girl… I get to bring you anything you want. If I need to get a little violent, it’s not a hard stretch of the imagination, is it?”

“Do I need a leash for you?”

He smirks, rolling up to sitting. “I’m pretty sure we’re both aware that if you told me to bark, I would.” He stops talking and looks at me seriously, “Well, shit maybe you aren’t aware, but you should be. Tristan, I don’t know what we’re looking at as a group, but I’m in.”

“Even with King?”

He laughs. “He’s surprisingly okay. Not sure I want to push his buttons too often because he scares the shit out of me, the way he’s so calm one minute and… anyway, we can make it work.”

“Good. Get your tight ass in my nest then,” I lean down to kiss him chastely before pulling away and climbing to my feet. Anything more than a brush of our lips and I won’t be able to stop.

“I like that you think I’ve got a tight ass.” He smirks as he stands up, walking straight inside the door without a backwards glance.

And while Tyson stacks the fire and sets the screen in place, I make my way over to Steel.

“Steel?” I call out because I don’t want to startle him.

But he was more than aware. He turns to face me, his face blank even though his butterscotch scent is full of his sadness.

“Hey,” I mumble, “I umm…” I take a big breath; this won’t work if I’m shy or overly cautious. “You are my scent-matched Alpha. I’ve got no idea what is going to happen outside of these walls, honestly, I really don’t. But I do know I won’t be able to rest without you.”

“Everyone else is in there.”

“I’m a complete novice when it comes to how packs work, but I do know I need you, Maverick, and Tyson in with me and King. It’s not one or the other, it’s not just him or him. I need everyone in the cabin in there because to me you are my pack. Does that make sense?”

“About as much sense as everything else going on today.”

“So that’s a yes?” I can’t help but hold my breath, and Steel stops talking and starts thinking. The grey in his eyes becomes darker as he stares for a few long-drawn-out minutes. I stay still and let him sort out whatever he has going on in his head.

“What do you want me to say yes to?”

“Coming into my nest. Sleeping in there with me. Being an active participant in my heat.”

He looks again at me, studies me and the both of us ignore Tyson when he walks into the room and doesn’t come back out.

“I’m not sure about the pack thing. Honestly, I’m not being a dead weight, but I don’t see what I bring to the dynamic.”

“That’s fine, the pack thing I mean. I can’t twist your arm and I wouldn’t want anyone to not be here who doesn’t want to be here. But the other side of what you said, Steel, is I want you to know what you bring to me is a sense of completeness,” I say, desperate to reach out to hold his hand. The scent of sadness isn’t going away but it’s not as prominent as it was when I first started talking with him.

Steel looks over my shoulder, his eyebrows pinch together before the stress seems to dissolve away. My stomach bottoms out as it’s easy to see he’s made his decision. “If we don’t work out, it’s going to make it hard considering my brother and my best friend…”

“I said before and I will keep saying it until you hear me, I will not get in between what you have with any of them.”

“But we’re pack.”

“But you’ve all said you were distancing yourselves because your pack wasn’t working… what if I’m exactly the answer you need,” I smirk. Steel saying yes to being a part of whatever we do during our time at the cabin gives me a blast of confidence. I feel better, and a little cocky too. I take a step closer to him, getting right up in his space and the richness of his scent, the individual notes coalesce in perfect balance confirming what I said only a second ago about how he makes me feel. “I don’t want to do this, not without you, Steel.”

“You don’t know me.” He pushes, but it’s not argumentative. It really is more like he’s trying to understand my motivations. I swallow the flash of hurt I feel seeing first-hand how his past has made him so wary of others.

“Sometimes it is just like that, you don’t know the person, but it feels okay to find out about each other along the way. Besides that’s why we scent so good to each other, it’s nature’s confirmation.”

“Not all scent matches work.”

“Trust me, I know,” I answer, my thoughts immediately jumping to Heidi. “But let’s see what happens. I mean the worst that happens is we have wicked sex for days and then we kiss goodbye.”

“Just like that, huh?” He shrugs, a small tug of his lip on one side.

And goddamn, even with the smallest smile I’ve ever seen on a person, everything about Steel changes when he does it.

“And King?” He pushes.

“I’m sure you two are going to have fun working out that dynamic.” I laugh, and it’s breathy, it’s light and airy because the hope I feel bubbling up makes it that way.

I grab his hand, and he lets me. He actually entwines our fingers together before he wraps his other hand around it. I’m not sure he realises what he’s done until it’s done, and then he recoils slightly but I follow not letting the space between us grow.

“Aggressive much?” He smarts, it’s more laced with humour than his words have been since we first met. And once again I get this flash of who Steel will become. In the space of a few hours, he’s changed. He’s still bristly and I’d put money on him not being one hundred percent himself. He has so many guards up, holding his cards close to his chest but I hope when he feels more comfortable he’ll open up because I want to get to know him.

“I chase what I want. I thought King would have been a dead giveaway,” I snap back softly with a smile, leaning up on my tippy toes chasing his scent, or just a taste of his lips.

He pulls back, his smile falling away but before I can fill the pinch of rejection he smiles again. “No offence, but I’m not going near those lips until I know the rules better. I’ll sleep in your nest but yeah, until I know what’s what you can put those away.”

“Come on! One little smooch,” I whine.

“Nuh-uh,” he shakes his head before he leans down talking just over them, blowing his scent in my face, heating my core, and making my thighs slick. “Those fucking lips look lethalbut at the same time I want to taste them. I”m not sure about what I want after this though but, yeah, I can join your heat. For sure.”

And then he raises our hands up and makes me do a pirouette before he walks behind, steering me into the nest.

I come to a sudden stop, and he walks into me. But I can’t move. Well I can, but I want the view of King, Tyson, and Maverick seared into my memories forever.

“Steel,” I whisper, and that’s only because I’m nearly speechless. “Please, give me this moment.” I point before I wave him on.

Maverick lifts his head off one of the pillows and wiggles over to give Steel space and I miss seeing Steel strip off because my eyes are locked on the other three already naked and in my nest. But when he walks past, his bare ass gets all my attention.

“I’m an ass person,” I say to no one, but a couple of chuckles is all I get.

“Killer, get your very nice ass nestled against my cock right this second. Honestly, you better be asleep in three minutes, or I’ll clear everyone out and you’ll sleep in here alone.”

“I don’t think I can sleep,” I snap back.

“Why?”

Instead of answering, I give the most unladylike flash of my slicked-up thighs and pussy to the four of them. Maverick falls backwards first, snatching a pillow and screaming into it. Steel shakes his head, the small smile I’ve been seeing more of steadily growing, while King lifts his arms and Tyson rolls to his side in preparation for when I snuggle in between the two of them.

Tyson starts sucking on two of his fingers, and I fly into the space.

From inside my nest, the light is different, it’s cosier. King shuffles and presses his swollen knot into the crease of my ass, while Tyson looks at me, putting his fingers to his lip, letting me know to be quiet before he slowly inserts his fingers inside my pussy before shuffling forward so I’m sandwiched between King and him with nowhere to go.

The swirling scent of the four of them—aged bourbon, lemon meringue pie layered with fresh blackberries drowning in butterscotch sauce… I’m pretty sure I keep swallowing their taste as I inhale nothing but their scents until I pass out.