Chapter 12
Zephyr
That rock is floating.
It’s feckin’ floating, and I’m making it happen.
After mating with my beloved Nyx, it was pretty apparent that I’d gained some sort of control over my power that I’d never had before. I mean, floating while fucking was a pretty good indicator.
It’s been just over a day since that wonderful afternoon, and I’ve taken a little time to experiment outside.
Just small things. Like, making a pen float a few feet off the ground.
And now, this rock, about four inches in diameter, hovers high in the sky in front of my extended arm.
My focus remains on this rock alone for the longest time, until I let out a huff of humorless laughter—and the rock flings across the property at lightning speed, disappearing from view.
Gaping, I breathe, “Holy shit.” Wonder how far it would have went if I sneezed.
An hour later, I’m in the corridor outside my dorm when Nyx’s musical voice calls out to me.
I turn, grinning, just as she leaps into my arms.
Calm overtakes me, and a kind of peace I’ve never known settles in my bones. “Hey, darlin’.” My words puff the hair at the top of her head.
“Hey,” she sings back, then looks up at me with those chocolate eyes. “I was thinking—and, you know, no need to answer right away, but—how would you feel about moving into my room with me?”
I blink down at her gorgeous face, lips parted in silence. How would I feel about it? Is she kidding?
“I mean, if you don’t want to, I totally understand,” she continues in a rush. “I know you may want your space—”
I dive in and capture her lips with mine, silencing her ramble, and getting a taste of my Omega lover at the same time. When I pull back, I grin down at her. “Let’s do it now.”
She blinks once, twice, then her brows shoot upward. “Really?”
I give an affirmative hum, peck her lips.
“Really.” With one hand, I activate the biometric lock, open the door to my lonely room and lead the way inside.
“I only have a couple things,” I say absently as I open the one drawer containing my clothing, scoop the articles under my arm along with my tablet, and a little surprise I’d hidden away, wrapped in one of my shirts.
I then head for my bed, where I grab my pillows and Nyx’s shirt I’d buried beneath them.
Nyx steps forward with a bemused expression that makes her look utterly adorable, and grabs the pillows from my grasp. “Is that all?”
Pursing my lips, I swing my gaze about the room once again and nod when I see it’s empty.
“Come on,” she says then, leading me from the room and back into the corridor. When we reach her room—our room—excitement bubbles in my chest, and I can’t stop the wide smile that crosses my face.
As she puts her finger to the lock, she says, “We’ll have someone program you to the lock tomorrow, okay?”
“Fine by me.”
Once inside the place I’ve grown intimately familiar with, Nyx tosses my pillows on her bed, cocks a hip and rests her fist on it, looking about with a hum. Her focus lands on the nightstands on the far wall between the beds and the small desk between them.
She snaps her fingers. “Let’s move those,” she gestures to the furniture, “over here,” she gestures to the door, “then push the beds together in the center of the room.” Her smiling face turns back at me. “Then we can move the nightstands on either side, and pick a wall for the desk.”
With a chuckle, I toss my other belongings onto Nyx’s bed with my pillows, then we begin the rearrangement.
When we finish, the two beds are pressed together, a nightstand on either side, and the desk is on the left side of the room, where opening the door won’t hit it, the chair pushed in neatly.
We place our tablets side by side on top of the desk before I shove my clothing into the empty nightstand.
Then we get to work arranging the pillows and linens on the bed.
Once we’re finished, I’m a little out of breath, sorry to admit. I guess I need to concentrate on more physical activities. But the two of us are giggling like children as we fling ourselves onto our backs atop the bed, looking up at the plain white ceiling.
“I’d always wanted to have a sleepover with friends when I was young,” I say. “Never had friends, though.”
Nyx turns over to rest her arm on my chest, her chin on top, and looks up at me. “You know what we should do?”
My head shakes, no.
She grins wildly. “Popcorn. And a movie.”
My eyes go wide. “How?”
“The restrictions were removed a while back, when the rebellion came in,” she explains. “So we have some new junk food, and access to the global net.”
“Brilliant,” I breathe on a smile. “Let’s do that tonight. But first…” I move to sit up and Nyx rolls off me. I pull open my nightstand and rummage through my clothes until I find the small package among them. “I have a bit of a surprise.”
My heart flutters furiously, a bit of sweat forms on my brow, and not from the physical exertion minutes ago. No, this is… entirely different.
“What’s that?” Nyx’s curiosity shows itself before I even present the package to her, one brow raised higher than the other over round eyes.
I clear my throat, then hand it to her. “Open it.” My voice is rough, and I swallow hard.
She sends me a humored but skeptical look before taking the brown paper-wrapped item from my grasp. She slides her finger under one taped corner, popping it loose, does the same to the other side, then peels back the paper to reveal a box, pictures printed on the outside of what’s inside.
Her brow pinches as she turns it over in her hands, and my heart gallops in my chest. Then, she blinks and her eyes go wide.
“Is this…?”
I swallow again. “It’s a, uh…” Deep breath. “It’s a knotting ring. Remote controlled.”
She gapes at me. “A… knotting ring…” Her voice is flat, but she’s not angry, so that’s a bonus.
I slip the package from her hands and hold it tight in my grasp, looking down at it in my lap before raising my eyes at her.
“There’s this male Omega in our history class,” I tell her.
“One of his packmates is a female Omega. He found this online, ordered one for himself. He said they both enjoyed themselves.” I look down at the white box, photos of the blue cock ring and matching wireless remote prominently displayed, the words “Pleasure Knot” in bold typeface along the side.
“Zeph.” Her hands cover mine, compel me to look back at her, the expression on her face kind and full of understanding. “Being with you was the most amazing thing I've ever experienced.” She squeezes my hands. “I love you for you. We don’t need this.”
“Please,” I breathe. “Please, can we try it?” I grasp at my aching chest.
I don’t fit the mold. I’m not what I should be, not what’s intended. Even if I’d never been in Tenebrosa, that would still be true.
I need this. Every fiber of my being screams for it.
Nyx’s hands cradle my face, turn me to her, those dark eyes swimming. “Of course,” she whispers. “Whatever you want, Zeph, it’s yours.”
Joy, pure and unadulterated, floods my body as a relieved smile breaks across my face. “Thank you, Nyx.” My voice nearly cracks. “Let’s just try it. If either of us hates it, we’ll be rid of it.”
She nods silently, and before she can look away, I toss the box to the mattress behind me, scoop her face into my hands and kiss her lips, slow and gentle.
My tongue flicks across the seam of her mouth, and she hums with delight, opens her mouth for her tongue to meet mine.
My hand slides down the side of her neck, across her clavicle where I left my mark on her forever, and down to her breast, which I grip tight, sighing into her mouth as she moans.
Emboldened, I pinch her nipple through her shirt and breathe, “I want you. Now.”
Her laugh is nearly a giggle. “Looking to break in the new bed configuration?”
“Looking to fuck that tight pussy.”
She moans on a sigh and rises from the bed, her perfume blooming in time with mine.
I stand as well, and we both tear at our own clothes.
As soon as her breasts are free, I swoop in and capture a nipple in my mouth, sink my teeth into her flesh, drawing a gasp from her lips.
She grips my hair at the back of my head, drawing my face deeper into her softness.
Bending, I scoop her into my arms, hold her against my chest and bring her with me down to the mattress, pulling her on top of me as I lie on my back.
Nyx straddles my thighs and sits upright, my cock standing straight up in front of her gushing pussy, warm slick coating my skin.
That fresh rain scent eases a weight in my chest I hadn’t realized was there until it was gone.
Her gaze falls to my face, her hips rocking side to side as she speaks, her fingers tracing absently along my abs. “Do you want to try your toy?”
“Yes,” I hiss with delight, twist my upper body to seek out the box. I make quick work of the packaging once it’s in my grasp, pull the ring and remote out and throw the cardboard on the floor. Biting my lower lip, I look up at Nyx, hand her the items.
She grins down at me, dark eyes sparkling, fiery hair fanned over her shoulders as she takes the ring and closes my fist over the remote. “You should keep control of that,” she tells me with a little saucy wink that makes my dick hop. Then she does something that makes the world stand still.
Nyx takes that ring, brings it to her pussy and coats it good with her slick.
My mouth waters as she holds it over my aching cock, glistening with her juices, and circles it around the head, drawing a sigh from me as she coats my dick with her delicious, slippery scent.
Then, she begins to slide the ring down my cock, slow.
It’s a bit tight, wonderfully so, my hips jerking from the sensation.
Once the ring is seated at the base, a groan rips from my chest, the device squeezing my flesh.
“It feels good,” I whisper, an ache building at the base of my spine already that makes me jolt with worry.
I will not come before I’m inside my love. Before I use this to knot her pussy.
“Please, darlin’,” I whine. “Ride me.”
It’s her turn to bite her lower lip as she positions herself to hover over my cock, slick running down her inner thighs. She grips me with one hand, and I gasp when her tight opening swallows the head of my dick, and she moans like it’s the best thing she’s ever felt.
I feel the same.
Until she drops, her hips meet mine, and her pussy swallows my cock in a vice-like sleeve of hot, slick flesh.
Now, this is the best thing I’ve ever felt.
A whine erupts from her mouth, and like my body can’t help but respond, my whine joins hers in that beautiful harmony.
Then, she dances on top of me, her pussy gripping my cock as she moves, squeezing and pulling me, her tits bouncing with every movement, mesmerizing me.
The pressure in my pelvis and spine builds, my breath catching, and she starts to bounce up and down on my length, the pleasure building to bursting, causing me to his.
“Zeph,” she lets out a cry and leans back, her hands on my thighs above my knees, making my dick hit her from a new angle. “Yes… that’s the spot, Zeph. Just like that.”
Her words cause a rush through my system, my fingers tingle as I grip her hips, the remote between my palm and her flesh.
“Ah…” I begin to help her move, watch her reactions to where my cock hits inside her, and drive into the spot that makes her cry out the most.
“I… I’m going to…”
“Me too, darlin’,” I husk right before she lets out a guttural scream, her pussy gripping my cock so impossibly tight before fluttering around it again and again, her hips grinding into mine.
Then her body is alight with crackling blue energy that zaps at my skin, drawing pleasure from my body until I begin to feel it.
An orgasm.
That’s when I click the button with my thumb, activate the knotting mechanism.
The ring grows impossibly tight at the base of my cock, squeezing my flesh with a jolt.
Nyx lets out a new cry like I’ve never heard before as the knot fills her pussy. And something snaps inside me.
Dropping the remote, I grab her, flip us over, and begin to fuck her with the knot, hard and deep, until she’s screaming my name, nails digging into the flesh of my back, and my whole body begins to shake and I explode into an orgasm, my vision going black for a moment, my hips pummeling into her with ferocity, like my body’s been possessed.
My slick flows between my ass cheeks, dripping down to the mattress below, my whole body sated and calm.
Nyx’s moans subside into shallow gasps, her body relaxing into the mattress below. I look into her beautiful face, run my hand across her damp brow, brushing aside her hair, run my thumb across her cheek.
“You came without that toy,” she says, voice filled with wonder, referring to her hidden nightstand knotting toy.
An affirmative hum is my answer. It’s true. And it’s also true that she came harder this time when I knotted her than she did the first time we were together.
It’s only natural, I suppose. An Omega is supposed to be knotted by an Alpha. Our bodies are made for one another like that. And bringing Nyx so much pleasure pushed me right over the edge into an orgasm I hadn’t expected.
But I had hoped.
Now that I know knotting Nyx brings us both more pleasure, I should be ecstatic.
Instead, I’m devastated.