Page 21 of Want It All

Go to your room.

No one had said that to me for about fifteen years, but I found myself striding down the corridors regardless. I had no idea what Rose intended, but I’d do whatever she wanted.

My mouth was still full of sweetness; I breathed as lightly as I could, trying to keep what was left of the taste on my tongue. It was sugary, but not sickly; rich, but not overwhelming. An edible scent for sure, which lifted a weight from my heart I hadn’t realised I was carrying.

But I hadn’t caught enough to identify it, and not knowing would drive me insane.

My cock was straining against my jeans, my tongue watering at the notion of diving between her legs and lapping at the source.

I’d pressed my nose and mouth into my shoulder as I’d carried her, resisting the temptation to bury my face in her neck and breathe her in.

Torture wasn’t fiery pits and pain, I decided. It was carrying an omega close to your chest, her plush thighs hooked over your forearm, and not being able to dip down and sink your teeth into her soft skin.

‘You are not a good person,’ I muttered to myself. ‘She’s your friend . You’re thinking with your knot. You’re –’

My phone buzzed in my pocket; I fished it out.

Are you there yet?

I called her. ‘I’m here. But what –’

‘Do you still want to help me? And to be clear, Byron, I mean do you want to help me come ?’

My mind blanked.

She waited.

Words. I know words . ‘Yes,’ I choked out. ‘Yes. I want that. Very much.’

‘Thank fuck,’ she sighed, and a moment later, I heard a new sound start through the phone.

I swallowed. ‘Rose?’

She gave a shuddering exhale. The faint buzzing sound in the background changed pace, and fuck me , I knew that noise.

I took the advice I’d given her, rushing inside my apartment and locking the door with the deadbolt, then turning my air purifier up to its maximum setting.

I didn’t think I’d moved that fast before, ever.

‘Rose, beautiful?’ I said, and you could’ve grated a fucking rock on how rough my voice sounded. ‘Are you …?’

‘Mmm,’ she gasped, and if I thought my cock was hard before, I’d been wrong. It was steel now, or titanium, or chromium.

I was basically a fucking cyborg.

I held my breath. ‘Will you tell me what you’re doing?’

She gave a breathy little moan. I had the urge to swallow it down, so the sound was only for me, so that no one else ever heard it.

‘I’m on my bed,’ she answered unsteadily, her breathing fast and shallow.

‘I left my dress on, but took my underwear off. I’m lying on my back with my skirt around my waist.’

The picture my mind made was obscene. I’d tried so hard not to do this – not to objectify her, not to turn her into a fantasy, not to stamp my own desires on the shadow of her – but I couldn’t help imagining how she looked now, flushed and trembling, her hair spread across her bed, her knees parted.

‘I didn’t need lube because I’d started to slick,’ she went on, and my brain shorted. ‘I’m so wet, Byron.’

It wasn’t a groan I gave; it was closer to a sound of pain. ‘You didn’t need the lube for what, beautiful?’ I grated out, though I already knew the answer.

The buzzing sound changed again, and I heard rustling as she shifted on the bed. ‘For the vibrator.’

I made it to my bedroom; I didn’t so much as lie on my bed as my knees gave way and I collapsed there. ‘Will you tell me about it?’

‘It’s big. Thick. Long. With a rabbit for my clit. And it has a part that expands.’

I ran my hand over my face. My cock was throbbing so hard I was sure there’d be an imprint of my zipper across my skin. ‘Like a knot?’

‘It’s not as good as the real thing,’ she panted, and for a moment, I was blind with jealousy that someone had knotted her – someone who wasn’t me .

Reason kicked in a second later; Rose was twenty-six.

She would have had at least one heat before, possibly many more.

She had no pack, so she would have asked a trusted friend, or accessed a public heat clinic, or paid for accredited heat alphas to visit her at home.

During a heat, she’d beg for knots, and who the fuck wouldn’t give that to her?

‘But it does the job,’ she went on, oblivious to my useless rage, the slightest hint of a whine in her words.

The buzzing intensified as she changed the setting. ‘Oh, fuck .’

‘Rose,’ I said desperately. ‘I’m not … I don’t know what you need from me here. Can I –’ I inhaled. ‘Can I touch myself?’

There was a moment of silence, long enough that my heart began to sink. ‘You’re not already?’ she said, clearly disgruntled.

I barked out a laugh. ‘I’m not going to do it without your consent, omega.’

She gave a wordless whine. ‘Fucking fuck . Say that again.’

I put her on speaker, then undid my zipper and shoved my jeans and trunks down, palming my cock. It hurt to touch, but it was a pleasure-pain I enjoyed. ‘Say what again?’ I teased. ‘Consent?’

‘I mean, yes,’ she said tartly, a hint of her usual self shining through her need. ‘Obviously. But I meant the other thing.’

I gave my cock a few hard pumps, biting my lip when sensation stirred at the base of my spine and precum welled beneath my palm. ‘You mean omega ?’

I’d put a hint of a purr into the word, and she cried out.

There was a soft thump – I assumed her phone had fallen – but I could still hear the buzz of the vibrator.

She must have put me on speaker; there was a rhythmic wet noise, and I realised she was pressing the toy into her body before pulling it out again.

My hips pushed up as I lost all semblance of control, fucking into my hand.

‘Please,’ she cried, and fuck, I was so selfish, but I didn’t want her to come yet; I wanted to draw this out forever.

‘Tell me how it feels,’ I growled.

‘It feels so good,’ she gasped. ‘So sweet. I’m so close I can feel it in my toes.’

The notion of her toes curling with pleasure was almost enough to undo me. ‘Have you inflated the knot?’

She made a wordless sound of disagreement.

‘Will you do it for me?’ I purred. ‘Will you show me how you can take a knot?’

The buzzing changed again; I imagined her body stretching and settling around the artificial swelling. With enough practice, some alphas and betas could take a knot, too, but omegas were made for it, with extra nerve endings to ensure they could come from the pressure of a knot alone.

‘Sweetheart?’ I grated out, when she didn’t speak again. ‘Rose?’

‘So good,’ she whimpered. ‘Alpha, I’m so close, please –’

‘Come, omega,’ I growled, and the bed rustled as she moved, the buzzing erratic as her body clenched around the vibrator, muffling the sound.

Her cries were the sweetest melody.

My body tightened and my knot flared as sensation pooled at the base of my spine. I squeezed my shaft tight, the discomfort forcing the pleasure to fade.

I wasn’t coming until she did that again.

‘Rose?’ I said at last, when her breathing calmed.

‘Alpha?’ she answered, sounding dazed.

‘Did you deflate the knot, sweetheart?’

There was a low whir as she must have deflated it; she made a strangled sound.

‘So good,’ I praised. ‘So good, coming around a knot like that.’ I stroked my cock; it jerked beneath my hand.

‘I’m still so slick,’ she whispered.

‘ Fuck .’ My cock jerked again. ‘Fuck, Rose. I bet you taste amazing.’

‘You want to taste me?’

I laughed. ‘Like I want my next breath. I want to taste you for me , and I want to lick you for you .’

‘What else?’ she gasped.

I squeezed my cock again; it wouldn’t take much to tip me over the edge, and my imagination was dangerous territory.

‘I want my mouth on every inch of your body,’ I grated out.

‘I want your legs around my fucking neck. I want my hands on your skin, your sweet mouth on mine. I want to feel how slick you are when I slide inside you. I want you to stretch around my knot, and I want to watch your face when you come.’

She gave a sighing moan, and the buzzing started up again. ‘Fuck. So sensitive,’ she muttered. She laughed breathlessly. ‘So good.’

‘I want you to come again,’ I growled.

‘I will.’ She paused, taking a shuddering breath. ‘Would you want me to present for you, alpha?’

I came without warning, my vision going white as I groaned through the pleasure, picturing her with her cheek pressed to the soft bed and her ass in the air, offering herself to me.

Picturing her cunt, swollen and slick, as my cock pressed inside her, picturing her ass beneath my hands as I thrust, picturing the pretty slope of her back and her hair streaming across her shoulders.

Imagining her writhing beneath me as my fingers toyed mercilessly with her clit.

I couldn’t catch my breath.

She gave a throaty laugh, and I realised she’d outplayed me. ‘Too clever by half,’ I bit out, as my cock twitched and the last of my load hit the rest of the mess on my stomach. ‘I was trying to last. You knew that would set me off.’

‘You’re an alpha,’ she said thickly. ‘I know you want me on my knees.’

I blinked; there was a lot to unravel there. ‘It’s not about your knees,’ I answered. ‘It’s about you trusting me enough to give you what you need.’ I paused. ‘And for the record, I’d rather have you above me. I’m lazy.’

She huffed another laugh. ‘I’ll believe that when I see it.’

Something stirred in my stomach, something that took me a moment to recognise. I hadn’t felt like this for so long, it was almost unfamiliar.

Happiness.

Happiness, because this was messy and silly and wonderful . Happiness, because I’d see her tomorrow, see her brown eyes alight with curiosity, see her auburn hair escaping its bun to frame her lovely face, see her lips purse as she thought something through.

And her words sounded like this wouldn’t be a one-time thing.

‘You’re right,’ I said thickly. ‘I’d work so fucking hard for you, Rose.

I’d work until you were so blissed out you couldn’t stand up.

I’d work until you couldn’t tell where one orgasm ended and the next one began.

Until you were begging for my knot. And I’d give you that, too, sweetheart. I’d give you everything.’

‘Oh, fuck,’ she gasped. ‘Alpha –’

‘Come for me, omega.’

It was as if I’d pressed a button; she shrieked, and the sound muffled, then cut out.

I turned my head to the side to stare at my phone.

She called again a moment later. ‘I rolled on the screen and cut the call,’ she said sheepishly.

Could she be any fucking cuter? ‘No worries.’ I paused. ‘Do you need another?’

I winced as soon as the words left my mouth; it sounded as if I was asking if she needed another tissue, or a shopping bag, not an orgasm.

‘You’d give me what I needed, wouldn’t you?’ she said thoughtfully, seeming not to mind.

‘Always,’ I answered.

‘I think I’m okay.’ I heard the rustle of material. ‘I’m going to kick Sebastian in the shin, though.’ She swallowed. ‘I should have known better.’

‘You like him,’ I said gently. ‘You like each other. It’s obvious, Rose.’

‘Yes, but that’s no excuse for logic flying out the window every time he blinks at me,’ she said crossly. ‘I put myself in danger because my impulse control is suddenly non-existent.’

‘It’s –’ I started, then stopped, as a knock came from my door. ‘What the fuck?’ I muttered.

‘What happened?’

‘Someone’s knocking on my door.’ I settled one arm behind my head. ‘They can fuck right off, though.’

She huffed a laugh. ‘What if it’s your mum or dad?’

‘They’d call, which would have been an even worse interruption.’ The knocking continued, louder. ‘Fuck, they’re really insistent.’

‘Then you should answer it.’ She sighed. ‘I should have a shower, anyway.’

My cock twitched as my imagination ran riot once more. ‘Mmpfh,’ I managed.

‘I’ll see you tomorrow?’ she said, a smile in her voice.

‘I’ll see you tomorrow,’ I answered, and hung up before I could do something stupid – like profess my undying adoration.

I rolled off my bed as the knocking on my door continued, grabbing a towel from the bathroom to deal with the rapidly-cooling mess on my stomach before spraying myself with canceller and pulling on a fresh shirt and pair of jeans.

I padded into my lounge room, unbolted the deadlock, and pulled open the door.

Sebastian stood outside as if we’d summoned him, looking as miserable as he did freshly fucked. His lips were swollen and downturned, his eyes on the floor. ‘Can I come in?’

‘Are you okay?’

His eyes flickered up. ‘I don’t …’ He trailed off.

I stood aside to let him in.

His nostrils flared as he came inside. This was why the Banksia House guidelines warned against this.

We could suppress our scents with blockers and cancellers, and it worked on our bodies – albeit imperfectly – but it was far less easy to remove a scent from a space, especially when you spent a lot of time there.

‘Fuck,’ Sebastian breathed. He pressed the heel of his hands against his eyes. ‘Salted caramel. Fuck me.’ His hands moved to his hair; he tugged at the golden strands. ‘Of course you’d smell edible.’

He didn’t seem to hate it, and at any other time, I’d ask the questions I was dying to know the answer to. Do we have complementary scents? Do you want to devour me whole, or is it just simply … nice? Does my scent make you as hard as your eyes make me?

But at that moment, I was too bemused by his presence. ‘Sebastian, what happened?’

He turned to face me, his expression a mask of misery. ‘I think he did it on purpose,’ he said.

I shook my head. ‘Who did what on purpose?’

‘Tris,’ he answered. ‘Tristan. I think he wanted Rose to slick.’