Knot Without You: An Omegaverse Romance

Chapter 56

Chapter

Fifty-Six

King slows down at the gate, his hand tightens on mine as he opens the windows. “Fellas, how are we looking?”

The two guys are suddenly nervous. And I guess since I’ve always seen a different side of King I forget he has this other massive persona.

“Pres.” One of them nods respectfully, his eyes carefully locked on King and King only.

“Joker said to let you know we’ve got everything set up like you said. No one’s allowed down your place, but there’s a couple of prospects patrolling the back gate.”

He flicks his chin up in answer, before his hand moves and he guides me forward, into their line of sight. “Boys, this is Tristan.”

It’s all he says but there’s a stirring of warning and expectation in his words. They don’t ignore me, but their attention doesn’t stray far from King either.

“Welcome,” one of them says before they let King know they’ll lock down the compound and be ready whenever King calls everyone in.

Without another word he drives us through The Fallen compound. And even though we don’t get the grand tour it’s pretty easy to see the set up. After the gate, there’s a clearing, an area free of trees and buildings which would make it impossible if people were trying to sneak into the area, but the bar looks like it’s open to the public which makes sense too and right now it’s acting like a parking area and there’s chrome and black leather as far as the eye can see.

The club house is bigger than I expected, but King doesn’t stop to give us a tour; he’s more like a man on a mission. He’s stressed and I pull his hand up into my lap so I can wrap both my hands around it. “You okay?”

“Fucking got all freaked for a second, killer, pretty sure I’ve still got jocks on the floor.”

He makes me giggle at how cute he is, because it is not an act at all. He’s suddenly anxious, his scent confirming it.

I stretch over and cup his face, bringing him back to me and not letting him get caught up about houses and material things. I kiss his lips softly, groaning at the way he slams his bourbon lips to mine. “Yeah, well for the record, pretty sure I’m not going to care.”

The garage door opens but there’s no place for us to park because this grumpy asshole has already got a couple of bikes in there, and it’s not hard to figure out whose they are by the intake of surprise from Steel and Maverick.

“Hope you boys didn’t mind, they’re staying in here until I get them in for a new paint job. Can’t have you riding down this side of town with reminders of who you were.”

“Fuck, King,” Maverick says, “you really didn’t have to do that.”

“Pretty sure I did. Besides, Steel needs the practice.”

I swing around to watch Steel shake his head at King’s weird comment. “What?”

“As soon as you’re back on your feet, you start your apprenticeship. Pay’s going to be fucking awful, but I heard you got a sugar-momma to help you out there.”

“Why?” Maverick cuts in.

“Pretty easy to work out ain’t it? You’ll be too busy training in the mornings, Tyson will be working double shifts at the local hospital, now I’ve got a job sorted for Steel… I get to wake up every day with my knot in my Omega.”

I laugh at King, and his damn near perfect impersonation of a bulldozer. And it is amazing—especially the part of everyone having their own careers and roles.

“Since you’re in such a generous mood, now is a good time for me to let you all know I’ve accepted a shoot in two weeks. Overnight job.”

There’s a vacuum of noise and the mood plummets before I pull on King, stopping his growling protests and then twisting around to glare at the other three idiots in the back.

Tyson recovers quickest. “What other surprises you got up your sleeve, King?”

And then it’s King’s turn to chuckle under his breath. “Tristan’s first surprise is inside waiting for us.”

My stomach drops to my feet before it dips even lower. “Raney’s here?”

King’s chuckle grows into him having to wipe the tears off his face from laughing so hard. “Yeah, not yet. Ass out now, Tristan.”

And then he’s on my side of the truck, pulling me out of the seat and into his waiting arms. “Carrying my little queen across the door of my house is something I’ve wanted to do for too fucking long.”

Of course, being the true romantic he is, he throws me up over his shoulder. He slaps my ass so hard I squeal but it turns into a laugh as I get all caught up in the mushy and very public display of ownership he’s showing the whole damn world, because all his men are waiting at the front of his house making it a line of honour.

Joker is the first we walk past, and I can tell it’s him by the size of his shoes.

“Don’t let anyone hurt my pack, Joker!”

Except I get another, harder slap on the ass. And King is not joking around, his Alpha voice joins the party in case I’m hard of hearing apparently.

“You don’t get to say another man’s name ever again, killer. If it isn’t mine or Tyson’s, Maverick’s, or Steel’s it does not pass your pretty lips. Stain here is going to help you remember that.”

He nearly runs down his hallway, but I twist so I can make sure my pack is following. But King is a man of his word, and I get a third whack for not trusting him.

“Gonna have so much fucking fun with you.” He chuckles dirty, low enough for it to be just between us. “Joker, the boys can go around the back and get the grill going. We won’t be long.”

Once Tyson, Maverick, and Steel are inside with us, he shuts the door then leads the way down through his house, still not letting me walk but it’s not a hardship, and never has been.

“Hey, boss, I set up in here, that good?”

Whoever is talking to King gets a grunt in return. King helps me to my feet and then turns me to face the newcomer, his hands on my hips very possessively. I sink against his chest, rubbing my head against it, spreading my scent over him, in a very obvious way to both King and the guy looking nervous in front of us.

“Stain, this is Tristan, she’s gonna be your client, and she’ll let you know what she likes. I want three on her before you take a break, yeah?”

Stain’s already shaking his head, agreeing to anything and everything King says. “Shit man, of course.”

“And I swear to fucking god, Stain, you do not think bad shit about her while you’re touching her skin.”

Stain steps aside showing he’s set up a tattoo bed, but also two chairs in the same space as if he always anticipated King sitting with us.

King walks past the set-up, and I get to look at his house. It’s small but it is gorgeously rustic, similar to the lake house in how compact it is. It’s definitely not a kit home nor is it architecturally designed but it matches him to a tee. He nods his head at the small intimate group of men out on a large open deck out the back, but then he shuts them away by drawing the curtains closed.

“Come here, killer.” He sits in one of the chairs under a couple of professional lights like they use in photography, and I climb up on his lap. “What bra and panties you got on?”

I triple check my bra, pulling at the neck of Maverick’s giant hoodie. Before I can answer, he looks for himself and, clearly satisfied with my choice, he pulls it up and over my head before taking off his own.

“Steel, you got a tie I can use?” King asks, not waiting before he starts bundling my hair up, and uncovering the claims I was being subtle about covering.

Next to us, Stain sits on his seat and gets all his guns and gear ready.

“First one,” King says as he turns me around to face Stain, but he uses his hands to cup my breasts. “Right here, same design as mine.”

“You want me to use that numbing cream?” Stain asks me without looking at me.

“Nope, I earnt this bitch.” I laugh, and King chuckles behind me.

And even though I talk smack, I’m suddenly anxious but at the same time I really did earn this tattoo. Instead of getting too caught up in how it might feel, I focus on watching Stain set up. He rolls his chair forward, drops a pair of glasses down and fires up his gun. The first few minutes are like getting stung by a bee, once the initial sting goes I distract myself by watching as Tyson, Maverick, and Steel bring our bags in from the truck, making themselves at home. It’s strangely calming and each of them come over and talk to King, ignoring Stain not because they’re being rude but because he’s focused on what he’s doing.

King’s responses rumble through his chest, vibrating through my body from how close we’re pressed together and I seriously nearly drift off to sleep, until Stain’s gun goes close to the top of my ribs, which hurts like a bitch. He doesn’t stop and I don’t ask him to.

“Trissy.” Steel pops up in my vision. And I freaking melt because now I am no longer WIP, I’m Trissy. And I love it.

Steel hands over a glass of wine before taking a massive toke on the spliff they’ve been sharing, leaning down and blowing it straight into my mouth.

The smoke fills my lungs but the only thing I can taste is his butterscotch kisses. He pulls away all too soon but sits on the spare stool next to us. He and King keep me calm and still as Stain finishes off the tattoo.

He barely turns his gun off. “Pass your glass to Steel. Next one on her ring finger.”

“Fuck yeah, I like.” Stain grins before he glances up at me. “You need a break? I can do King next if you want.”

“No chance. Like I said, I’ve waited too long.”

King explains the design he wants which isn’t what I thought, but Stain just starts free hand drawing the crown and obvious band into a beautiful design. The addition of King’s name sitting in the space between my first knuckle and my nail brings tears to my eyes. I have to blink them away, but both King and Steel lean over to kiss me.

“Last one.” King says, helping me to stand.

“For Trissy. If you’ve got time, man, I wouldn’t mind one too,” Steel says.

“Easy as. What about you, King?”

“Yeah, I need the same as Tris on my hand then I’m good.”

I stand up, not really sure what’s going on, but when King winks at me, I get an idea. When he opens up my jeans and tugs my pants down my legs, patting his thigh, I get a good idea.

Steel growls under his breath, but Stain mutters a couple of apologies. I mean the poor guy is currently looking at my ass not by choice.

“King? What am I doing here?”

“Patch her there.” He uses his finger to rub over my butt cheek.

“I’m not flashing my butt at anyone, King.”

“You got that fucking right. But every time I knot your ass I’m gonna see it, ain’t I?”

I twist around and look at him, and he’s so fucking serious, but it’s also so fucking perfect that I bend over his thigh, ass in the air. Steel joins me by sitting on the floor and every time I squeeze my eyes shut in pain, because of course King went huge, Steel kisses me breathless.

He completely distracts me too because it really feels like it’s over before it starts. And then I sit on King’s lap, gingerly, because my ass fucking hurts and I watch him get his ring tattooed.

“Killer.” King flicks his head. “Top drawer, grab a stack of bills out for Stain.”

Before I can move though, Stain is waving the suggestion off. “Bullshit, boss. It’s a fucking honour that your woman is wearing my work. Can’t think of a better welcome gift.” He ends up saying the most words he has said since he arrived.

King reaches out and shakes his hand, but he holds it and doesn’t let go. “You got some more time in the next few days?”

“Nah sorry, boss, I don’t. But I’m here all day so may as well take advantage too. I’m booked fucking solid until after fall.”

“Fair enough. You’re solid, Stain. Let’s go outside, have a bite to eat and celebrate before you do Steel.”