Epilogue
Epilougue
Harper
Two weeks later…
Knox's apartment smelled like him. A delicious mix of pine and ice, leather and something darker that made my brain purr with recognition. My duffel bag sat by the door, a temporary arrangement I'd insisted on three times during the drive over.
Temporary.
Just until things settled.
Until we figured out what this actually meant.
Knox had leaned against the door frame all casual like, his dark gaze tracking me, with his arms crossed against his chest."You can take the left side of the closet.”
He was still in his game-day suit, tie loosened, sleeves rolled to his elbows. The picture of control. He’d played extremely well tonight against the Carolina Reapers.
"I don't need closet space. I told you, this is just…"
"Temporary. Yeah, doc. I heard you the first dozen times." His mouth quirked, that infuriating half-smile that made me want to either kiss him or knee him in the stomach. "Doesn't mean your stuff lives in a duffel bag on my floor like some kind of hockey vagabond."
I felt the heat creep up my neck, that maddening flush that always gave me away.
Three days since the heat had broken. Three days since he'd knotted me accidentally, desperately, in a tangle of need and instinct that had felt like falling and flying all at once.
Three days of him being absolutely, meticulously careful not to touch me like that again.
It was driving me insane.
I crossed over to him quickly, noting my feet barely made a sound against the hardwood floors. "Knox."
I could smell the shift in his scent, the way it deepened, darkened as he tracked me with his eyes. "You don't have to treat me like I'm going to break."
"I'm not." But his jaw was tight, tendons standing out in his neck.
"You haven't kissed me since we got here."
"Harper…"
"You've barely touched me." I stopped in front of him, close enough that I had to tilt my head back to hold his gaze. "I can feel you holding back. It's practically vibrating off you."
His hands flexed at his sides. "You said you needed time. To process. To figure out what you wanted."
"I did figure it out." My heart was hammering now, my omega instincts singing with anticipation. "I want you. Not the careful version. Not the one who's terrified of losing control."
I reached up, my fingers curling into his tie. "I want the alpha who claimed me in that hotel room like I was the only thing in the world that mattered."
His chest vibrated against my knuckles, a low sound that made the hair on my arms stand up and my breath catch in my throat. His pupils dilated until only a thin ring of amber remained, and his fingers flexed at his sides, tendons standing out like cords. "You don't know what you're asking."
"Then show me."
For a heartbeat, he didn't move. Then his control shattered like glass.
His mouth crashed into mine, demanding and desperate, one hand fisting in my hair while the other gripped my hip hard enough to bruise. I gasped against his lips and he swallowed the sound, kissing me like he'd been starving for it, like the three days of careful distance had been physical torture.
"Bed," I managed between kisses. "Knox, bed…"
He lifted me like I weighed nothing, my legs wrapping around his waist as he carried me the few steps to his bed. The comforter was dark gray, expensive, and I had exactly two seconds to appreciate it before he had me on my back, his body covering mine.
"Last chance," he growled against my throat, teeth scraping over the spot where he’d claimed me, causing my pussy to vibrate.
"Tell me to stop and I will. But if you don't…” His hips rolled against mine and I felt the hard length of him through too many layers of clothing.
"I'm going to claim you properly this time. No accidents. No apologies after."
My hands were already working at his belt. "Good. Because I'm done with careful."
His laugh was dark and rough. "Thank fuck."
Clothes disappeared in a frenzy of hands and heat, his suit hitting the floor in an expensive heap I knew he didn't care about. My shirt followed, then my jeans, until there was nothing between us but skin and want and the electric charge of an alpha and omega finally, finally giving in.
Knox's lips blazed a trail down my body, lingering at the hollow of my throat where my pulse hammered against his tongue.
His breath ghosted over my collarbone, then lower, his stubble scraping deliciously against the sensitive curve of my breast. When his teeth caught my nipple, electricity shot through me and my back bowed off the mattress, a sound escaping me that I barely recognized as my own.
His answering rumble vibrated against my skin.
"So responsive," he murmured against my skin. "So perfect. My omega."
The possessiveness in his voice sent a thrill through me. "Yours," I agreed, breathless. "Knox, please…"
"Tell me what you need."
"You. I want you to fucking knot me…”
"All of it," I gasped, digging my nails into his shoulders. "I want all of you."
Knox growled, a primal sound that vibrated through my bones as he settled between my thighs. His eyes were molten amber, pupils blown wide with desire as he stared down at me. One large hand slid down to test my readiness, fingers sliding through the slick evidence of my arousal.
"You're soaked for me," he said, voice rough. "Been thinking about this since the hotel room, haven't you? Dreaming about my knot?"
I nodded frantically, beyond words as his thumb circled my clit with devastating precision. My hips bucked against his hand, seeking more pressure, more friction, more of him.
"Use your words, Harper," he commanded, stilling his movements. "Tell me exactly what you've been thinking about."
"Your knot," I admitted, heat flooding my cheeks even as desire pooled between my legs, and my slick ran like a stream onto the sheets beneath us. "How it felt when you…" I broke off with a moan as he slid two fingers inside me, curling them in a way that made stars explode behind my eyelids.
"When I claimed you?" Knox supplied, his free hand gripping my hip to hold me in place as I writhed beneath him. "When I filled you up so perfectly you couldn't tell where I ended and you began?"
"Yes," I hissed through clenched teeth. "God, yes."
He withdrew his fingers, and I whimpered at the loss until I felt the blunt head of his cock pressing against my entrance. Knox braced himself above me, muscles straining with the effort of his restraint.
"Look at me," he demanded, and I forced my heavy lids open to meet his gaze. "I want to see your face when I take you. When I make you mine."
With one powerful thrust, he buried himself inside me, stretching me to the point of exquisite pain. I cried out, my body arching to take him deeper, my hands scrambling for purchase against his sweat-slicked back.
"Fuck," Knox groaned, his forehead dropping to rest against mine. "You feel like heaven. Like you were made for me."
He began to move, each thrust deliberate and deep, hitting spots inside me that sent electric currents racing along my nerve endings. The headboard slammed rhythmically against the wall, the sound punctuated by our mingled gasps and moans.
"Mine," he growled against my throat, teeth grazing the sensitive skin. "Say it, Harper. Tell me who you belong to."
"Yours," I gasped, wrapping my legs tighter around his waist. "I'm yours, Knox."
His rhythm faltered, hips jerking erratically as his control began to slip.
I could feel him swelling inside me, the base of his cock beginning to expand as his knot formed.
The sensation was overwhelming he most intense pleasure I'd ever experienced.
Each pulse of his growing knot pressed against my g-spot, sending waves of ecstasy crashing through me.
"Mine," Knox growled again as his knot started to his release pulse sending shock waves quick fast and in a hurry throughout my pussy. "My omega. My mate."
Moments later, another claiming bite in the same spot came, his teeth sinking into the junction of my neck and shoulder, the traditional place.
My second orgasm hit me unexpectedly, triggered by the bite and the fullness and the overwhelming rightness of being locked to him this way.
I shattered around him again, distantly aware of my own teeth finding his shoulder, marking him in return.
“Mine,” I whispered. “My alpha!”
Later on as we lay basking in the aftermath, each of us catching our breath, Knox turned on his side and stared at me. His fingers drew lazy circles over my stomach that was rising and falling slowly.
“Stay,” he murmured.
“Well, I am,” I gave a soft laugh.
“No,” he shook his head. “I mean like stay…for forever. Stay with me.”
“What?”
He laughed again. “You heard me, Doc. Stay with me, forever. You’re mine and I’m yours. I’d bleed out on fresh ice for you.”
I eased over and dropped a kiss on his mouth, my eyes glancing towards the window. Snow had begun to fall again and the forecast had stated it was gonna be another crazy blizzard.
“I’m not going anywhere, Knox. And judging by this storm, we’re fated to be trapped together no matter what.”
He pulled me in close and we watched the snow continue to drift down softly.Inside Knox’s condo we were wrapped up in each finding love and warmth.
Suddenly the word temporary made no sense.
The word, “forever,” seemed just right.
The End
If you enjoyed this Omegaverse Hockey Romance, be on the look out for Knotted by the Captain, an enemies to lovers romance coming in January.