All for Knot

by Briton Frost

  “First of all, I didn’t go to clubs before we met, so I never would have seen you. Second, you caught my eye before we met. I avoided you for a couple months after that.”

  “I did...wait...you avoided me?” What is this new and interesting information?

  He sniffs the air. “Are you cooking?”

  “Sort of. Don’t change the subject.” I go into the kitchen and open the oven where the takeout is keeping warm. “Rigatoni from Mama’s.”

  “I love the rigatoni from Mama’s.”

  “I know, duh. That’s why I ordered it.” I start dishing us up. “Now why did you avoid me?” I’m dying to know.

  “Because I was attracted to you and I didn’t want to be.”

  “Why?”

  “Well, you were packing.” He makes a round gesture over his stomach. “I assumed you had an alpha. And when I realized one wasn’t hanging around, it didn’t matter because, well...I knew you were too good for me. You’re like sunshine, and I live under heavy clouds.”

  Sunshine. He thinks I’m sunshine. And he’s wanted me for a long time. And what the hell am I afraid of? Life just suddenly makes so much more sense.

  I march right up to him, framing his face in my hands. “I want you to know something.”

  “What?”

  “I love you, Maverick Smith.”

  “I love you.” He pulls me into his body. “I love you so damned much.”

  He kisses me, and I realize dinner is going to wait.

  Of course, Kenzie starts crying. He touches my forehead with his. “We’ll pick this up again when she goes back down.”

  I nod.

  Such is my life.

  Maverick

  MY BALLS ARE FUCKING the bluest blue ever. Kenzie is having a rough night, and I feel bad for the kid, but I’m near the end of my own rope.

  We took turns eating a cold dinner standing up at the counter. I take advantage of a chance meeting in front of the fridge when neither of us have a baby in our arms. My lips find the back of his neck, and I plant soft, tender kisses from the base of his neck slowly up behind his ear. He gasps and presses into me.

  “Soon, Simon.” God, please let it be soon. The only thing I want is to bury myself balls deep in his ass. And his throat.

  I spin him to face me, looking deep in his eyes right before I lock my mouth with his. My tongue traces his lips slowly, and his hips press against mine. He comes alive suddenly, plunging his tongue into my mouth, exploring and sucking on my lips, pressing and rubbing against me. I growl, grabbing handfuls of ass and grinding my hard dick into his body.

  I growl before I let him go. I have to, or I’ll fuck him right here, right now. And tonight should be special, not a quick fuck against his fridge.

  Later, Kenzie finally loses some steam and some of whatever baby angst is keeping her so fretful. I take her from Simon’s arms and put her in her crib. I love this kid. I didn’t know I liked babies. But this one, this one I like a lot. I kiss her as she snuffles into sleep.

  A quiet falls over the apartment like a sigh of relief.

  Simon wraps his arms around my waist. “I don’t know what I would do without you, Maverick.”

  “Let’s agree never to find out.” I turn so I can hold him. Simon is too young for me. Too sweet for me. Too good and funny and sexy. But none of that matters. “You’re it for me. You know that, right? This isn’t one of those let’s see how this works things. This is for real. Forever.”

  “Forever?” Panic darts across his face. He’s not sure he trusts the word forever. I’ll just keep showing him until he believes me.

  “Forfuckingever,” I say and start walking him backward to the bedroom. I close the door and turn him into it, shoving his back against it. I pull his shirt off roughly, staring into his eyes when I throw it over my shoulder. All I see is heat. It’s the fire of passion. Of need. I know instinctively what he needs from me. I always have. He doesn’t want lukewarm love. He needs to dance close to the flames.

  “You need this, don’t you?” I suck his earlobe. “You need me.”

  “Yesss.” He grinds against my aching, hard cock.

  “You.” I grip his pajama pants and pull them down forcefully. “Are.” I completely rip off his briefs. “Mine.”

  He moans. Fuck. I feel like an animal. My cock is straining against my jeans. I kiss him again. Bite his neck. Kiss his collarbone.

  “Whose are you?” He asks me.

  “Yours,” I answer with no hesitation. “I’m yours.”

  “Mine,” he repeats, tugging the shirt out of my jeans. I shrug it off onto the floor, kissing him deeply, my tongue thrusting in and out of his mouth. Fucking his mouth the way I want to with my cock.

  “Someday, I’m going to knot you. I’m going to fill you up with my cum.”

  He fumbles with my zipper and stares into my eyes. “If we do that, I might get pregnant.”

  “Oh, you’ll get fucking pregnant.” I stroke his cock in a power grip. “Kenzie needs a brother or sister someday, and I fucking love your body when it’s pregnant.” I get both our dicks in my hand and stroke us together. “I told you forever, and I meant it, Simon. I’m going to give you everything I have. My love, my name, my babies.”

  “Your dick. Right now, I just want your dick.”

  “Naughty boy.”

  We make it to the bed and I get him on hands and knees, teasing his asshole with my cock until neither of us can take it and I work myself in. Omega slick is a wonderful thing, and he’s wet and ready for me. I tighten my grip around his hips to fuck him deeper. I pull almost all the way out, slowly, and move slowly back in. My thrusts are mercilessly slow. Thorough. Deliberate. He starts banging back against me, faster, gyrating greedily as I torture us with my pace. “You’re so tight. So good.”

  I reach around and get his juicy cock back in my hand. That’s when he starts going crazy.

  “You like that, Simon?” His ass clenches violently around my cock. “Oh, you do. Are you going to come with my cock inside you?” I growl and fuck him harder. Faster. He’s whimpering, his body convulsing with need.

  “Not until you knot me.” He looks over his shoulder at me when I pause.

  “It’s too soon—”

  “No, it isn’t.”

  “Simon—” I’ve dreamed about knotting him. What it would feel like. It’s touted as a life changing experience by alphas and omegas. It’s fully realizing our true potential—recognizing what makes us different. But I never really thought I would be in a place to do it.

  “You told me forever. Prove it. Make me yours. Knot me. Claim me.”

  His words thicken my shaft and the base of my spine starts tingling. I know there are a hundred reasons not to do this, but my man needs it as much as I do. There is no walking away. “You’re the first and last to get my knot, Simon. I hope you’re ready for me to fuck you into the mattress.”

  And I let go completely, become a grunting, rutting animal. I’ve never allowed this side of my nature out and I feel like a man in a werewolf movie when the full muon comes. All my senses heighten as my dick expands, the knot allowed to swell for the first time. He’s so tight and I see stars.

  I can’t pull out anymore. “I’m notched in you now, Simon. Can you feel that?”

  “Oh God. I’m so full. I can feel you everywhere.”

  “Nothing can tear us apart now. Not until I come. Not until I empty myself into you. You might get pregnant tonight. Is that what you want? You want me to breed another baby into you?”

  He flies apart in my arms, his ass clenching and milking my dick. His cum spills into my hand and his body starts trembling and fuck if mine isn’t shaking too.

  The sweat pours off me and my body tightens.

  “I love you, Maverick.”

  The air around the bed fills with static like right before a storm. I shatter into a million pieces, my body twisting, my mind spiraling. I’m wracked by wave after wave of pleasure, my heart beating through my chest
.

  I bury my face in his neck and gyrate against him as aftershocks wrack us both with pleasure.

  I collapse on top of him and we roll to our sides, still locked together as we will be for a while yet. We’re exhausted and sweaty and the air around us is filled with the scent of sex.

  He brings my hand to his lips and kisses it. “That was amazing.”

  My heart is slowing finally. “Yeah.”

  “Maverick?”

  “Hmmm?”

  “When we wake up, we don’t get to act weird. This is the new normal. I love you. You love me.”

  “Deal.”

  Though I don’t know if we’ll ever be normal.

  Chapter Eleven

  Maverick

  Two months later

  I HAND COLD BEERS TO my friends, Jameson and Luke, and look around at all the shit in the living room of my new apartment. I don’t know where the hell it’s all going to go. Box towers are leaning precariously all over the place. Mostly books. Turns out Simon had a storage unit full of books in the basement of our old building. “Thanks for helping, guys. Don’t suppose you want to stay and help unpack all this?”

  Luke pats me hard on the back. “We’re happy to see you settled. He’s a great guy. You’re on your own with the unpacking.”

  “He’s got to be a fucking saint to put up with your bullshit,” Jameson says. “But I’m happy for you, man. Also, not staying.”

  Luke laughs. “You coming out to the farm for the hay ride?”

  “Yeah, man. Simon is stoked. It’s our last weekend before I start my new gig.” I take a long pull from the beer. “Can you picture it? Me an instructor?” I clench my right hand as much as I can. It’s clear I’ll never be back on bomb tech. I’m not even cleared for weapons since I don’t have the control I need with all the messed-up tendons and bone fragments. But as long as I continue to check in with my psych appointments, Cap was able to get me in as an instructor at the academy on campus.

  Simon comes out of the nursery with his dad. Things are still tense, but he asked if he could help put together the crib, so we invited him over. Everyone is taking baby steps. I’ll still check his handiwork, though. Turns out I’m kind of an overprotective dad. Never saw that coming. The overprotective or the dad part.

  I check on the munchkin in her swing. She likes watching everyone move the furniture around. We’re all here for her entertainment, I think.

  As always, my gaze seeks out Kenzie’s dad. Something’s off with Simon’s body language today. His movements are jerky, and he’s only half paying attention when people are talking to him. He didn’t seem that bothered by his dad asking to help the other day, so I’m not sure what changed his mind. Maybe it’s just moving. It’s a big step.

  I suppose I could have made it more romantic. My exact words were, “We could save money paying for one apartment instead of two since I only go home to get more clothes.”

  I wonder if that’s what it is. Maybe he’s wishing I’d made a bigger deal out of it. Maybe he’s worried about my level of commitment. Maybe I should stop wondering and just ask him. Those are the rules now. We talk. We say what we mean. And I have to share my feelings even when my first instinct is to pretend I don’t have any.

  Fuck, but I hate feelings talks.

  The guys clear out. Mr. Bloom leaves. Simon puts Kenzie down for a nap. I pace, mentally trying to have the conversation with him so I don’t screw it up.

  When he comes out of the baby’s room, he closes the door softly behind him. “Wow, I really like having a second bedroom. It will be nice to have all the baby stuff out of the living room.”

  He smiles, but it doesn’t light up his face like his real ones do. Shit. He isn’t changing his mind, is he? I take a deep breath.

  “We need to talk,” we both say at the same time.

  “Babe, is something wrong?”

  He points to the couch. “Sit. I have something for you.”

  I push shit onto the floor in case he wants to sit next to me. Where are we going to put all this stuff? I didn’t think I had that much, but when you move two apartments into one, it’s way more than we need. Maybe I can learn to build some bookshelves or something.

  He comes out of the bedroom with a gift bag, which he thrusts at me. “Here.”

  I’m nervous, but I don’t know why. “Does this have something to do with why you’ve been distracted today?”

  “Will you just open the damn bag already?”

  I hold my hands up. “Okay, okay.” Jesus. I pull out the tissue paper first. He used a lot of it. Inside the gift bag is a box of Kraft Macaroni and Cheese Dinner. “Uh, thanks, babe.” I have no freakin’ clue why he would give me a box of...wait a minute.

  He’s chewing the inside of his lip watching me very closely.

  “You said you didn’t like this stuff anymore.” My voice sounds a little accusatory. I don’t mean it to, but my mind is sparking off in too many directions at once.

  “I know.”

  “Are you by any chance craving it?”

  His eyes get watery. “Don’t be mad, okay?”

  Mad? “Babe—”

  “I don’t know why I’m such a freak of nature. Dr. Jones told me two months ago when I was cleared to resume sex that nursing Kenzie would probably keep me from getting pregnant, but it wasn’t a sure thing. She said that she’s only come across one case of a nursing omega that did. I’m just obviously a very, very fertile person. I mean, considering how Kenzie got here, I don’t suppose we should be surprised. And I know this is not a great time. You’re starting a new job and we just moved in together and are getting used to being a family. Daycare is going to wipe out my savings if the diaper costs don’t do it first. And we haven’t talked much about the future since we’re just getting used to the now and—”

  He’s pregnant? I pull him over onto my lap. “Are you going to let me talk ever?”

  “I ramble sometimes.”

  “I noticed.” I cup his gorgeous face in my hands, stunned like I am every day that he’s mine. “We’re having another baby?”

  He dips his face into my neck and inhales deeply. I know my scent always calms him. “You’re not mad, are you?”

  “Do I look mad?”

  Simon pulls back and looks at my face. “No. I’m a little mad. Why aren’t you mad?”

  “I’m concerned. Kenzie’s birth almost took you away from me. Do you think it’s safe to have another baby?”

  “Dr. Jones said they will probably treat my pregnancy as high risk, but there is no reason to assume the same thing will happen.”

  “Okay, but nobody thought it would happen so soon. You need to go see her right away. You haven’t already, have you?”

  He shakes his head. “No. I just got a test from the drugstore.” He sighs and rubs his newly grown beard against my cheek, which I fucking love. “You’re sure you’re not mad?”

  “Babe, you and Kenzie are the best thing that ever happened to me. You know that. I love being with you.”

  “Don’t think I haven’t heard you trying to teach her to say papa every time I leave the room.”

  “You mad?”

  “No, it made me tear-up, though, knowing you wanted to be her other daddy. That was the first clue that my hormones were out of whack again. I’d been getting normal about not crying at everything, and then I got sideswiped with a craving for macaroni again.”

  “As far as I’m concerned, as far as anyone is concerned, she’s my daughter. You know that, right?” We never did anything about my name on the birth certificate, so I’ll never have to adopt her. She’s already mine.

  “I love you.”

  “God, I love you too.” Another baby. My life is so different from even less than a year ago.

  It begins with a sweet hug and then a tender kiss but, like always, it quickly turns to more. The kisses get deeper, our tongues dancing, darting in and out, testing and teasing. A light nibble here and there. Our hands begin exploring as w
e settle into the couch.

  Our bodies continue to rock to meet one another, pulling closer, deeper. I lean in and smell the crook of his neck, kissing his skin and feeling the muscles beneath it tighten. His breath quickens. He’s my whole world, and I uncover him bit by bit. His shirt. My shirt. My mouth never stops kissing him as we undress. His pants. My pants.

  He straddles my lap, naked and grinding against my aching dick. And then he raises up and I position myself so my cock is right at heaven’s door. He’s so wet. Always ready for me. I angle my cock, and poise there, pausing to take in the look on his face when I first slide into him. It’s my favorite moment—the anticipation for when the head of my thick cock slips inside him, pushing him, stretching him.

  “Look at me.” He opens his eyes. I slide the thick head of my dick through his creamy hole and push inside, burying my cock deep inside him and watching the first shock of my entry on his face. Then the arousal.

  He gets lost in me. Every time. There’s nothing like it. He told me once I become his sun when we fuck. The rhythm and stroke of my throbbing cock becomes his heartbeat. That he goes somewhere only I can take him when I’m inside him. Remembering his words, knowing he’s mine, completely mine, right now makes me swell more. I fuck him deeper, harder, and he sucks me inside his body.

  I hold his hips and angle mine, watching my cock disappear inside him. “Ride me, Simon.”

  He throws his head back, arching his body. Up and down, harder and harder. “Fuck...fuck...you’re so deep inside me.”

  His dick fills my hand, so silky and hard. “It feels so good to fuck you, Simon. I’m going to knot you already. It’s already growing.”

  “Yes,” he moans, nearly begging. “I'm yours...”

  I can’t stop grunting like an animal as he rides me hard. I start thrusting like a desperate man. “Such a hot, tight ass,” I pant in time with my thrusts.

  His limbs start to seize. “Look at me,” I demand as I grab his chin. “Look at me when you come.” I slow, giving him long thrusts until he starts contracting around me, the swell of the knot in my dick taking him even further. Then I pump into him while he rides out the waves of pleasure crashing over him. My body tenses into a free fall of ecstasy. My balls tingle and I shoot deep, spurting into his trembling body as I quake uncontrollably, pouring everything I am into the man I love.