Knot Without You: An Omegaverse Romance

Chapter 41

Chapter

Forty-One

Ican barely get any air in my lungs. It feels like I’m suffocating but there’s no accompanying rush of panic if anything I’m desperate to only breathe in their scent. Dropping my head to Maverick’s chest I drag my nose along his chest, and I know it’s him. His scent is so a part of me now.

Reaching back, Steel’s mouth covers mine again and he exhales, making my lungs expand with his butterscotch sweetness.

“You’re taking him so well,” Maverick encourages, and I bare down on Steel making him groan into my mouth.

Mav’s hands grope at my ass cheeks spreading me wider, Steel’s arms are under the two of us and I scream the moment he knots my ass, surrendering to the waves of instant bliss. But then Maverick’s knot slides into my pussy and I’m physically unable to move.

Everything feels heightened. Everywhere we touch feels like it’s shimmering and somehow sends even more pleasure to where we’re joined. There’s a rush of movement in front of me before Tyson pushes his cock just past my whimpering lips.

Steel’s hands grip my hips tight; Maverick’s arms are locked around my chest and Tyson’s hands are locked on my face, but I still feel like I’m going to float away. And my body is still aching.

I sit up, pulling my feet up so the rest are on the floor. And I’m so thankful for the pillows King brought, most of them are buried under Maverick so I can ride him. The small change in our set up means that Steel can move despite his knot locking him to me. Tyson stands up, I grab his thighs for support, and when I give him the sign I’m okay and I want it harder, he starts fucking my mouth.

“Jesus, Trissy, you’re fucking fire. You feel how deep you’re taking my cock.” Steel groans against the back of my neck, his teeth dragging over the same spot he’s marked with hickeys every time we’ve been together. His small thrusts keep tapping against my A-spot every time.

“She’s stunning,” Tyson confirms. But he doesn’t need to use his words, he’s been spoiling me rotten for hours. Or days. Time has become meaningless, defined only by how we move as one.

“She’s close,” Maverick whispers. But Tyson spoke the same words at the same time, probably feeling the rapid thrill of my pulse under his thumbs.

“God, she’s milking my knot so fucking hard right now,” Steel says though his words are garbled when he talks with his lips wrapped around his spot on my neck again.

“She needs her Alpha,” King teases viciously. But there’s not a trace of malice in his tone because while the man can be a prick there’s no threat in between these four walls, and he knows that.

True to his word, he hasn’t touched me once when they have. And I’ve been cleaned up by them countless times before I crawl for him. It’s a beautiful game we’ve been playing, and there haven’t been any losers. All of us are more than happy with the rules.

“Her pack have got her,” Tyson barks over his shoulder before he looks at me, even before he opens his mouth, my submission is there for the taking. “She’s our good girl and she’s gonna come now.”

I didn’t need Tyson’s bark, but I’m so attuned to it already. I’m also glad they’re all holding on to me because the roiling promise of a release plateaus for a few glorious moments until the tsunami of pleasure finally breaches, leaving me gasping for air and writhing. I hear their whispered warnings to hold on, but it’s unnecessary, I’d felt their peaks as if they’d been my own.

The force of Steel’s orgasm makes my own blood rush, making my head feel even lighter. Maverick tightens his hold on my wiggling hips and empties himself inside my body, his accompanying roar brings tickling spasms racing over me. I look up at Tyson next because I can taste how close he is. He’s holding on, but the moment our eyes lock, his finger drops to stroke the outline of his bite on my throat. There is adoration in everything he does, and he has this ability to strip everything away so it’s just him and me, even for a moment or two. His lips twist into a smirk that grows when he comes so hard I gag. But I manage to swallow every drop, earning more of his sweet praises.

My body is a temple that has been thoroughly worshipped a hundred different ways. But it’s the serenity in my soul that brings me the most peace and takes me to a place inside myself I’d never found before. The four of them though keep taking me there. My head is full of serenity, and my body is engulfed in a lush silence while I drift. I hear them near me, I feel them tending to me, but I’m not really with them.

The sensation is impossible to properly describe—there are no fears, no worries, nothing to make us question anything—and the white noise is full of a space so beautifully addictive.

“Here she is,” Tyson says, kissing my forehead. I’m not surprised I’m bundled up on his lap in a different part of my nest. The both of us tangled in my nesting blankets but there’s fresh linen on the mattress.

“How long this time?” I mumble, stretching up for a kiss. And he gives it to me while brushing my hair off my face and using his fingers to check my heart rate. He does that a lot.

“Not as long, is it weird I’m jealous and want to be there with you?”

I roll my eyes at his sweetness. It’s been such a special time with the four of them, and that’s not including my heat which was wickedly amazing. I’m no longer even surprised at how we all ended up here, it is proof of fate and kismet existing. I know now, we are meant to be together.

Tyson taps my nose, bringing me back to reality again. “Your temperature is coming back to normal too. How are you feeling?”

“Perfect. Tired, but good. Thanks to you,” I answer, snuggling into his chest and closing my eyes. I drift off so quickly too.

“Tris, can you hold this?” Maverick voices quietly.

I open my eyes. I forget what he said but you can’t blame me for getting sidelined by how gorgeous he is. I reach out to touch him, but King snatches my hand and pulls it away.

“That’s how it always starts,” he growls.

“How what starts?” I ask innocently, and King flicks his head expectantly indicating where I’m meant to be.

Tyson passes me over without hesitation. There’s also no sense of anything weird or awkward in the exchange either. It simply is our dynamic.

King grabs his hoodie and pushes it over my head while Steel tugs a pair of fluffy socks on my feet.

“Where did they come from?” I ask twisting a foot out of his hand to see it better.

“Same place I ordered all your nest stuff. That place Raney likes.”

I look up at King, my mouth wide open as he blows me away once again. “You shopped at Birdie for me?”

“That better not be surprise in your voice, killer.”

“Not surprise,” I whisper, having to bury my face against his chest to wipe away the happy tears in my eyes.

He doesn’t let me hide though, his thumb catching them as they fall, “I love you too, killer. I’d do fucking anything for you. Including shopping at that place. Online. Never going to that place in person again. The last time was a right fucking shit show.”

I grab his hand to wipe my cheeks before taking a large noisy exhale. I know Unity makes a big deal about the time after heats since most Omegas are still pretty vulnerable. I guess because I’d self-medicated through them previously or done them in one of the clinics the emotional seesaw wasn’t something I’d experienced.

Except I’m also pretty sure there’s a huge difference between a heat with Alphas and one with your Alphas and your pack. Well, that’s how I’m justifying the over-the-top euphoria I’m experiencing. Which also explains why I dig my nails into Steel’s arm so he can’t leave.

My heat might be over but that doesn’t seem to matter to me anymore. I have a different need for them now or I’m just being greedy, either way it works for me.

“I’m not going anywhere,” Steel says quietly, trying to unlatch my nails, but they stay digging into his flesh until he mock glares at me, plonking his butt down nice and close.

“Where’s Tyson?” I ask because I can see Maverick. He’s crawling on his knees towards me with a thermal cup in one hand and a beanie in the other. Not asking, because honestly, he doesn’t need to. I can scent that the beanie is his from here. He passes the cap over before twisting my hair expertly up, pulling a few strands free at the front and tugging his hat on my head.

He also doesn’t hesitate or second guess coming in fast for a kiss that sends my head spinning again.

“Fucking stop,” King growls, and Maverick does for a second before he shrugs briefly, taking his life into his own hands by the sounds for another equally toe-curling kiss.

“Mav, let her get some food in.” Tyson’s statement isn’t an option, it’s a demand and Maverick finally acknowledges the threats both my more dominant Alphas are making.

I look over to Tyson. He’s pulled on a pair of grey sweats and brushed his hair so it’s slicked back into his usual style. He sits next to King and hands them each a similar mug.

“There’s heaps of soup leftover. Eat up,” he bosses me.

I go to eat but suddenly remember something from when King bit me. “Ty, how’d you do it?”

“Do what? The soup?”

I shake my head, but before I can ask my question, everyone gives me this look that tells me I’ve got no chance of getting any answers until I’ve had something to eat. Using the spoon, I catch all the chunky vegetables from down the bottom. It only takes one mouthful and suddenly my question can wait. I become a bottomless pit with an insatiable appetite. To be fair, it is amazing soup. Of course, even the temperature is right which means I can chow it down fast.

My empty cup gets handed over to Tyson, King’s ends up in my hands, then Steel’s, finally and I make it halfway through Maverick’s before I push it away.

“You shouldn’t give me your food.” I look at each of them. And instantly their faces mirror each other. “God, settle down. Thank you but I am sure we’ve got enough food and I’ve got a perfectly good pair of legs.”

They look even more stunned at me, so I shut up. Until I remember what I was going to say before. But then you know, to make a point, I also fight my way out of King’s protective arms and make a super-fast dash into the kitchen before any of them can move, bringing the pot of soup back with me. Using a glare of my own, I hold my hand out, expectantly waiting for one of them to pass their cups over, when no one moves I use the big guns. “If feeding me is important to you, you have to know I feel the same nurturing need. I have to be able to care for you too.”

I nearly get whacked in the head by four cups as they’re thrust at me. I take my time filling their cups, delivering each one with a small kiss before I climb back into the space King made.

The way we are right now—so comfortable in each other’s presence—defies logic in the real world but it doesn’t detract from how good it feels or how right fate got us.

“Tyson!” I call, interrupting his eating. “I remember now. How did you cope?”

And like always, Tyson knows exactly what I’m talking about even though I only use a handful of words. He sobers up, his mood dipping, and shakes his head trying to end the discussion before it starts. But this bond we all share isn’t about hiding secrets.

“What are you talking about?” King growls.

“Okay, this sounds super dramatic but when you bit to claim me there was a handful of seconds where I hadn’t done it to you, but what I felt was nothing but panic. I felt so crazy with desperation, and I couldn’t focus past that, it was legitimately completely consuming like I was getting sucked in a whirlpool while being the scariest moment of my life.”

“And?” Steel asks slightly confused. His hand rubs my leg which is again confirmation of not just the bond we share, but also the turmoil I know his brother must have been suffering through.

Tyson’s eyes close, and I feel wave after wave of his regret through our bond. “Ty?”

His eyes open, but he doesn’t look up, even when he starts talking, “I rejected you. What I felt was deserved.”

“Don’t say that,” I say, reaching for him. Holding his hand.

“There’s a good reason why I’d do it a hundred times over if needed.”

King loses his shit in an instant, “What the fuck?” He also picks me up by the waist and deposits me behind him before I can blink. My nest gets swamped by aggression so thick it’s like smoke in the air.

I wave my hand in front of my face before trying to crawl back through, but he blocks my way. The fight in me changes, because if King is reading this as a threat, then I need to trust him. This is after all what we all need to come to terms with. Trusting each other, I mean.

“Hold up!” Tyson snaps, moving back and rolling his shoulders. “I meant I’d walk through fucking fire for her. Jesus! What did you think I meant?”

“I thought you and I were gonna have to take a walk on a short pier over a cold fucking lake.” King’s mood dips down further even though Tyson explained himself perfectly.

“No one sacrifices themselves. We’re meant to be able to trust each other and rely on one another. Okay?” I demand and when none of them agree I huff louder.

Steel shuffles anxiously next to me, I get the sense he wants to leave again. And even though we’re not bonded, I’m pretty sure the heat we’ve all just gone through gives me a little bit of an insight into why he’s withdrawing.

“And you,” I swing around to face him because we might not have traded bites but I can feel him the same way I feel the rest of them. “Unless you want out for a different reason, Steel, Rex is no reason why we shouldn’t pack. In case you need the reminder,” I jab my finger wildly around the room including at him, “you three survived him. And we will survive anything that comes our way.” I stop talking suddenly because I’m a big ass liar, there is one thing we may not survive, “Well actually…”

“Well actually what?” Maverick asks, his mood dipping as dangerously fast as the others.

“King has to tell his daughter about us packing. And probably spill about how long we’ve been together.”

King laughs so loudly and suddenly that I squeak when I jump. “Bullshit, Tris has to tell her best friends how long she’s been hitting on Raney’s old man.”

Steel pulls a face. “She doesn’t know about you two? Jesus, that’s rough.”

“And yet I seem to remember being someone’s secret. So recently too.” Maverick scowls at Steel, who blazes red. Not in shame or embarrassment, any time these two look at each other they ignite. How anyone missed their attraction astounds me.

King laughs abruptly at Steel being so called out, but also how he doesn’t seem to care one bit. “Anyway, now you’re packed with my Omega, you’ll be coming with us.”

“Or not.” Steel smirks at the same time Maverick pounces in some move that he clearly learnt in the cage, or on a porn site. They wrestle around, fighting each other and my pillows go flying before King loses his patience and nabs me from my nest, ruining my ogling. But I guess he does keep me safe.

Tyson follows, and the three of us sit in front of the fire talking about ways to keep our pack safe which essentially revolves around Rex being killed, until the noise of Mav and Steel starting to fuck has me undressing and going to join them.