Page 21 of Worthy or Knot (Serendipity Omegaverse #3)

Twenty-One

MARCUS

T he alarm on my phone cuts through my dream, startling me awake. Beside me, someone groans. A body presses into mine, burrowing under my arms and into my chest. Apple surrounds me, blending with the older nutmeg of my own arousal last night. I’m hard in an instant, aching and needing.

“Cole?”

It comes out a question rather than a demand, my voice husky and sleep-drenched.

He shudders against me, and the apple gets stronger.

God, it smells like a damn pie between the two of us.

It makes my mouth water, and I don’t even like pie.

For a brief moment, I feel his desire, his need just under my sternum.

It’s the world’s purest aphrodisiac, even more acute than his scent that’s already hardwired to drive any Alpha into a frenzy under the right conditions.

I run my hand down his back and over his ass, guiding one leg over my thigh and spreading him open, forcing him nearer to me, the line of his hardening cock pressed against my own.

He makes a sound deep in his throat, a cross between a moan and a gasp.

His hips rock into mine, and his desire burrows deeper into my chest, flooding my bloodstream.

And then it’s gone, and I moan at the loss of it. It’s like a piece of me is missing when the suppressor works, when it hides him from me.

“Is that your alarm?” Cole asks, his voice as rough as mine.

Without looking, I turn off my phone, not bothering to verify the time. Megan will come extract me if I push it too close to when we need to leave for the airport.

Just the thought of leaving him, of flying back to New York without him plastered against me, his scent burrowing into my bones and my own nutmeg smothering him so no other Alpha has even the passing thought of marking him, has dread pooling in my stomach.

His fingers prick the skin of my side, and I know he’s felt it, that it’s strong enough to override the medical block. I’m not going to apologize for it, though.

“It’s only for a week,” he whispers against my chest.

“I don’t care.”

His hand tightens on me, sliding down to my hip. He pulls me into him, erasing every last gap between our bodies. My dick jerks in reflex.

“Any amount of time separated is too much,” I admit.

I cup his balls, reveling in the way he shudders and his scent intensifies. When I let my touch trail up his skin and to the base of his cock, he mutters something unintelligible. A blast of desire rockets through the bond before disappearing again.

I tighten my grip, needing to feel that desire in my blood, wanting to get drunk on it.

Cole whimpers and pumps his hips, a silent demand for more.

Part of me wants to draw this out, wants to show him exactly what being with an Alpha can mean: the submission and the trust and the drawn-out exploration.

Instead, I slip down the bed, forcing his hand off my hip as I take him in my mouth.

His moan is ragged, a rough thing that sends a bolt of heat down my spine. God, I want to hear that every day for the rest of my life. Need to hear it until it’s imprinted on my bones. I take him deeper, forgetting a slow seduction in favor of having him come on my tongue.

Slick coats his thighs the more I work him, the deeper I let him push into my throat.

I run a finger through it and then press it to his lips.

He hesitates for a moment, a flash of unease lighting through his eyes.

But when I guide him onto his back, the head of his dick brushing the back of my throat with the movement, he shudders and opens, carefully tracing my finger with his tongue.

Holy hell am I hard right now.

I thrust my hips into the mattress, forcing my own orgasm down. My own release doesn’t matter right now, will never matter as much as seeing my partner fall apart around and on top of and below me. Cole’s body shakes, his thighs clamping around my shoulders as his back bows.

“M-Mar?—”

My name is cut off with his ragged groan as his cock twitches against my tongue.

A blast of pleasure fills my chest before disappearing, and then the salty tang of his cum consumes me.

I’m careful to swallow every drop. He grunts as I finally let him out of my mouth, his hand tightening in my hair for a moment.

He pants beneath me as I crawl over him, my own dick still hard, a bit of pre-cum dripping onto his stomach. His chest is flushed, and a layer of sweat has his olive skin glistening in the morning light now spilling through the small window.

Damn, but he’s gorgeous.

I move until I test his entrance and then pause.

“May I?”

My voice has gone so low, it practically vibrates through my chest. His eyes darken, and I know he can hear my desperate need, can feel if only for a heartbeat the absolute willpower it’s taking me to do this slowly just like last night, to try and discover him in slow increments rather than just bend him over every surface until my scent’s scored into his bones.

God, I might need a rut suppressor to survive the next month with him.

“Please,” he whispers, grabbing my wrist where it’s beside his head, my palm flat against the bed.

I ease into him just like the night before, trying to make sure I don’t hurt him. His words still ring through me, his whispered confession.

I haven’t been knotted since you.

Which means he’s only ever been knotted by me. Even now, the thought fills me with a possessive pride, something so primal I can’t fight against it.

He’s hot and slick around me, his body welcoming me like it’s been waiting the last three years for this, for me and my knot.

He throws his head back as I slowly ease back out and then thrust in, harder and faster than last night.

The cords of his neck stand out, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows another sound.

I’m already right on the edge, that warmth spreading between my hips.

“Cole,” I whisper. “Omega, look at me.”

I lace the words with an Alpha’s command. His eyes flutter open even as he curls his hips, forcing me deeper with each of my fevered thrusts. My knot just barely breaches him, and he shudders.

“Watch me knot you.”

His eyes widen, and his apple scent surrounds us in a new wave, drowning out the nutmeg entirely. He palms my neck and twists his fingers into the longer strands of my hair, pulling me closer to him.

“Yes, Alpha,” he whispers.

It’s too damn much. My orgasm rushes through me, stealing my sight for a moment.

I drop my head into his shoulder and bite him, resisting the urge to break his skin only by grabbing his hair hard enough he cries out.

My knot swells before I can apologize, forcing us together and sending another release through his body.

Ropes of semen lash my stomach as he comes again.

He shakes in my hold, his groan this time even more uncontrolled and desperate.

His knees tighten around my hips, forcing me even deeper.

Sanity returns to me in increments. Slowly, I release his hair and soothe the bruised skin with my lips. He shivers as I press a kiss just behind his ear.

“Holy—” He sucks in a breath. “I… Marcus, I?—”

I cut him off with a kiss, making sure that’s gentle, too.

His body tightens under mine, reacting as if my scarred bite isn’t straddling his collarbone, like I need to bond him again to quiet the base desire of an Omega to be claimed and branded.

I force down the defensive growl and instead trace the ragged lines of the scar, reminding his body just exactly who I am.

He shivers, and some of the growing tension ebbs away.

“I know,” I whisper. “It’ll ease in a minute.”

His arms wrap around my waist, forcing me closer to him even as he traces shapes along my back and feathers a touch down my spine. I let myself settle into the moment, closing my eyes as I kiss his scar.

There’s a knock on the door just as my knot releases.

“Time to go,” Megan says.

Cole turns and kisses my temple.

All at once, everything I felt before rises in a tidal wave.

“Only a couple days, Marcus. Just enough time for me to sort through moving to New York,” he whispers, feeling some amalgamation of it all despite the suppressor.

God, I want to throw out those damn suppressors.

It’s so incredibly selfish. I’m not being asked to change anything, really.

My job, my house, my routine. None of it is transforming into something entirely unknown because of this match.

But Cole’s entire life is upended because of it.

Demanding another thing of him, of my Omega, is borderline hostile right now.

And yet…

“Stop the bond suppressor,” I beg into his shoulder. “Let me feel you.”

His steady touch on my back falters before resuming.

“You’re sure?”

His voice is so quiet, so unsure, like it was in that bathroom at the gala. I pull away until he can see just how serious I am, how much I need to know what he’s feeling, need this bond to finally be what it was always intended to become.

“Omega,” I say, letting my voice grow rich with the Alpha’s bark. He shivers under me and then scents anew. Before I can finish the thought, he’s kissing me.

“Okay,” he whispers when he finally pulls away. I’m already hard again. “I… I need to double check how, but I’ll stop them.”