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Chapter Ten

Emerson

N othing was broken when I got home, and I honestly wasn’t sure whether that was a good thing.

I wandered through the penthouse, looking for anything out of place, but came up empty. Did Trystan even come? I supposed it was a lot to ask, but I’d still hoped he’d be here.

Mint wafted from my bedroom, and I followed my feet there automatically.

Despite cleaning up after his heat, a lot of his scent had permeated the room—both a blessing for memories and a curse for trying to get to sleep.

Maybe a nap would be a good idea. It wasn’t in my usual routine, but my body clearly needed it.

Strange. The bedroom door was closed. I normally left it open while I was out. It wasn’t like anyone went in there except for me.

Turning the handle slowly, I silently opened the door a crack and grinned when the full intensity of Trystan’s vetiver scent washed over me. I opened it fully, and my eyes locked on the omega-sized lump in the bed surrounded by pillows.

Approaching silently, I kicked my shoes off and sat on the bed next to him, desperately trying not to jostle him awake.

Satisfied he was still asleep, I looked down at him and bit my lip, trying not to grin.

It was too sweet seeing him so relaxed. His brow had softened without the scowl painting his features.

He was always beautiful, but he looked so much lighter.

All the stress of his waking hours melted away.

Part of me wanted to talk to him, hold him, but I resisted, grabbing a book from the nightstand instead. His heat barely finished a day ago, and I had him on knees just this morning. Better to let him rest.

Eventually, a sleepy voice spoke up. “Did you really find me in your bed and decide to read a law textbook? I think I’m offended.”

I smiled down at him, admiring the way his dark curls stuck up in every direction. “You looked so peaceful. I didn’t want to wake you.”

“Well… Thanks. I didn’t mean to fall asleep here, though.” He blinked a few times, steadily becoming more alert. “Your door-guy came up with bags of these cushions. I was gonna hide ‘em somewhere, but then I sat down in here for a minute, and I guess I dozed off.”

“Under the duvet?”

“It was chilly.”

“With the cushions.” I smirked, enjoying the blush creeping across Trystan’s cheeks. “You were nesting.”

“I don’t nest!” he snapped, “Not even in heat.”

I looked him over again. He’d only added two of the cushions I’d had delivered today, but combined with the pillows that were already in my bed, there was definitely a wall of squishiness surrounding him.

“Maybe you don’t do it to the degree of typical omegas, but trust me, this cosy little cocoon you built is a nest.”

Trystan’s face dropped, and he sat up. “This was a mistake.”

“Hey, hey!” I grabbed his shoulder, pulling him back before he could get to his feet. “There’s nothing wrong with these instincts. You don’t need to hide them, especially not from me.”

“Why? Because you’re my alpha?” He scoffed, flopping back on the pillows and rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands. “What does that even mean ? I’m supposed to hand my life over to you on a platter just because you smell nice?”

“You’re supposed to let me take care of you, because we were made for each other,” I said, gently prying his hands away from his face. “I know you feel it, even without your heat driving you.”

The usually quiet intensity of Trystan’s vetiver scent turned powerful, smothering the minty and metallic undertones with leathery, smokier notes. It was like his emotions were ready to turn his earthy aroma into a wildfire, unless I was careful.

“Oh, because you know everything about me now, don’t you?” he snapped, turning onto his side to face me and casting a glare that would have made a lesser man recoil. “You may have done your homework, but this is only the third time I’ve met you. I don’t even know you!”

“But do you want to know me? Because I want to know everything about you.” I leaned towards him, brushing a curl away from his face and tracing his jaw with my fingertips. “And so far, I can see I’ve barely scratched the surface.”

Trystan stared up at me with wide green eyes and all I wanted to do was hold him close and ground him. Finally, he spoke, his voice cracking. “What happens when you don’t like what you find?”

“What do you mean ‘when’? We’ve already done that. I wasn’t exactly thrilled when I found you trying to rob me. Twice.” I smiled, hoping to reassure him, even a little. “Therefore, since we’ve already crossed that bridge, I can tell you what happens is mind-blowing sex. Does that work for you?”

The corner of his mouth quirked up. “I’m not going to roll over for you and be your obedient little omega because of your dick, you know. No matter how much I enjoy it.”

“Is that what you think I want? No, I find your fire far too enchanting to try to smother it. I don’t want to own you, Trystan. I want to worship you, because as much as you’re mine, I am yours. Everything I do now is for you.”

His throat bobbed, and he bit his lower lip, but he didn’t pull away. “That’s some pretty intense stuff for day three.”

“Get used to it, love.” I curled an arm around him, pulling our bodies flush against each other, albeit with a duvet covering his lower half. “But also, please don’t make me wake up cuffed to the bed again. Not unless you plan on sticking around, that is.”

Trystan grinned sheepishly, avoiding eye-contact. “Heh, yeah, that seems reasonable.”

Nuzzling into the crook of his neck, I swiped my tongue over the skin below his ear before biting down a little harder than necessary.

Trystan let out a small yelp, and I soothed the light mark with my tongue, massaging and sucking the area until he moaned deliciously.

“Good to hear. Now, stay the night this time? We can talk about the book and everything tomorrow, just…stay?”

One of his hands moved to my hair, stroking and smoothing over my scalp in a way that made me relax against him. It was such a simple thing, but it felt so intimate.

“Mm, fine,” he conceded. “But you have to make me breakfast.”

“Seems reasonable.” I chuckled, stroking my hand up and down his spine. As it gradually moved lower, a growing hardness pressed against my hip. “Enjoying yourself, love?”

Trystan ground his hip up to me, not ashamed in the slightest. “Mm, can’t help it. Feels good. And I’ve been horny as fuck since your office.”

Turning my head, I caught his lips in a bruising kiss, pushing him back onto the pillows and climbing between his thighs. He bucked his hips as he moaned into my mouth, desperately seeking friction against my own semi.

“You didn’t knot me today,” he said between kisses. “I was hoping to get bent over your desk at some point.”

“Oh, the blowjob wasn’t enough?” I asked with a grin. “You wanted to spend the afternoon arse-up, stuffed full of cock, leaking cum all the way home. Is that it?”

“You make me sound so selfish.”

Rolling off him, I quickly undid a few buttons on my shirt and pulled it over my head.

Trystan wriggled out of his sinfully tight jeans.

Once we were both undressed, I grabbed the lube and crashed my mouth on his.

His hands fisted my hair, tugging me close as I cupped his arse cheeks and groaned into his mouth.

Reaching between us, Trystan took both our cocks in his hand, pumping them together, while my fingers spread his cheeks.

I felt around his hole, gently probing his entrance.

My finger slid in easily to the second knuckle.

He was slick enough I could probably stretch him without lube, but I didn’t want to take any chances.

Settling between his legs, I coated my fingers in the lube and went to work.

Each stroke inside him dragged out perfect little moans and whimpers that had my inner alpha pacing around my mind.

The need to claim my omega was powerful, but one I could hold back for now.

Trystan wasn’t ready for that, not with everything going on around us.

As I stretched him, he said, “It might be a little late to ask, but you’re cool with no condom? I mean, I’m clean and all, but you didn’t know that when I was in heat and—”

“Relax, love.” My fingers brushed his prostate and dragged a low moan from him.

Kissing up his neck, I focused on that spot.

“I’ve used a condom with every partner I’ve been with, except you.

Yours is the only hole painted with my cum, because you’re mine.

I’m not putting anything between us. Now, get on your hands and knees for me. ”

“Yes, sir.” He winked, turning onto his stomach and raising his arse—dripping with slick—in the air like a perfect omega.

Gripping his hips, I lined up at his entrance and pressed against him. I’d barely pushed the head of my cock in an inch before Trystan was wiggling his hips, eager for more.

“Easy, love.” I rubbed my thumbs over his hips. “Take it easy. Let me take my time with you.”

“Come on,” he whined, pushing against my grip. “I’m ready for you.”

“Oh?” I chuckled. “Your hole is clinging to me like a virgin, practically choking me. You think you can handle the rest, love? You think you can take a knot?”

“You know I can!” he wailed, trying to wiggle down onto my cock, but my grip held firm.

It took every ounce of restraint in my soul not to slam into him, but I was too entranced by watching him come undone.

Feeling him clench around the inch of me inside him, knowing there was so much more just waiting to plunge into him.

“Oh, look at you, love. Such a mess when you don’t get what you want straight away.” I pushed forward slightly, still hardly breaching him even as he pushed back with considerable force. “All right, since you seem so sure. Go ahead.” I dropped my hands from his hips. “Fuck yourself on my cock.”

For a moment, he didn’t move. He just looked at me over his shoulder, biting his lip and coated with a light sheen of sweat.

Slowly, he pressed back against me, gasping at the feeling.

When I didn’t move to stop him, his movements grew bolder.

He pushed himself back, further each time, until he was finally fully impaled on my cock.

Low moans and the sound of skin slapping skin filled the room.

I should have felt used, watching him slam his hips back against me over and over.

With anyone else, I probably would have.

But this was Trystan, my omega. In my mind, there was nothing hotter than seeing him chase his own pleasure and take what he needed from me.

I watched my cock disappear into his hole, my hands in tight fists at my side as his cheeks pressed against my hips, before it reemerged, smothered in his slick. He was staking a claim on me, and I loved it. As much as he was mine, I was also his.

“Fuck me. Please, Emerson,” he panted. “I’m so close, but I need you to—”

My hips snapped forward before he could finish, driving him into the mattress at a relentless pace. Rolling us onto our sides, I took Trystan’s cock in my hand, red and dripping precum, and stroked him with a tight fist.

“That’s it, love. You did so well,” I breathed, holding him close with my spare arm. “Let me take you the rest of the way.”

He could only moan in response as he fisted the sheets. My knot inflated as I pushed it into Trystan once, twice more before it locked us together, then my release shot into him.

Vetiver hit my senses like a shotgun blast as Trystan exploded in my hand, yelling my name like a desperate prayer. I stroked him through his orgasm, milking him of every drop of pleasure as my hips pressed into him until he tiredly slapped my hand away with a worn-out whimper.

“I’ve got you, love,” I said with a shaky breath. “Just sleep for now.”