Knot the Witch Next Door (Knotty Streak Omegaverse #3.5)

CHAPTER TWO – Deacon

I’d been home for less than a day, and my mom already had me running errands for her. First to the dry cleaners and then to the flower store for a new autumn arrangement. Yet when she told me to go next door and fetch my sister because Sam had come by, I eagerly escaped to the Rookwood house.

To Carmilla.

We stood face-to-face, her gorgeous green eyes wide and a rosy flush to her cheeks. She breathed heavily, chest rising to entice me beneath her black sweater. This pale haired beauty had ruined me for other women, and she didn’t even know it.

“Hey Carmilla. How’s it going?” My heart beat hard as I tried to seem casual and not like I was a bumbling boy trying to impress a girl he liked. Not that she was a girl anymore. Oh fuck, she was all woman. Curvy, delicious, and sensual.

“Oh, hi.” She squeaked the words and then cleared her throat. “Hi Deacon. It’s good to see you. It’s been a long time.”

Her voice sent shivers through my very bones, making me breathe in deep. I gripped the door frame as her scent hit me even harder. Rich and sweet like a dark plum but spiced with cinnamon. My stiffening cock pushed at my jeans. I hadn’t expected my attraction to her to be this powerful, nor for me to want to take her right here in the foyer with her wearing nothing but that cute witch’s hat.

“Yeah, about seven years. You look like you’re doing well.” Oh so very well. Smoking hot.

“Seven years.” Carmilla shook her head and then smiled, a twinkle in her eyes returning that familiar mischief to her face. The tension between us rose another notch, and I swear her nipples hardened beneath the cashmere. “It’s been that long since we raced across our yards. I won the last one, if I remember right.”

“You won?” I dipped my head and raised my brows. Breathing her in again, I braced myself in the doorway so I wouldn’t pounce on her. “I seem to remember it differently.”

All my memories of Carmilla were tainted by the sexy Omega in front of me. The boy in me missed his friend, but the Alpha could only think about making her scream with pleasure as I buried my hard dick in her. Repeatedly.

“Oh please, Dee. Milla kicked your ass and you know it.” Rosemary exited the kitchen pushing Mavis Rookwood’s wheelchair. Leave it to my little sister to ruin our reunion.

Carmilla fist-bumped Rosemary as both of them laughed.

“Hello, Deacon. It’s wonderful to see you again.” Mavis held out her hand, and I took it, giving it a fond squeeze. She was the mother I’d always wanted. She was funny and kind and baked the best cookies. My own mother ran a very tight ship, and any affection she might have was saved for my stepdad and sisters.

“You too, Mrs. Rookwood. You’re looking good, and the house smells as yummy as I remember it.” I inhaled with a smile, but all I could smell was Carmilla.

“Carmilla, go fetch Deacon some cookies to take with him.” Mavis motioned, sending her daughter back to the kitchen. “How long are you back in town? Your mother must be thrilled.”

Thrilled wasn’t the word I’d use to describe it. “I plan to stay through Rose’s wedding and Christmas. Though I’ll probably go visit with friends for a few weeks in between. Mom’s already put me to work, but if there’s anything you need help with around the house, just let me know. I’m happy to help in any way.” I glanced to my sister. “Speaking of weddings, Sam got off work early and is over at the house waiting for you. Best you go rescue him.”

“Oh no. Mom’s going to try to convince him to invite more people to the wedding.” Rosemary bent and kissed Mavis’ cheek. “Thanks for the cookies. I’ll come over and chat soon.” She slipped beside me through the front door and called back, “Bye Milla! Thanks for the potion.”

Potion? What craziness were they up to now?

“Bye! Text you later!” Carmilla hurried back from the kitchen with a small plastic container. I could see the thick cookies nestled inside. She peered at me through long lashes, her smile becoming more shy. While I adored the bold girl, this demure blonde was making me lose my mind. “Mom’s seasonal specialty: pumpkin snickerdoodle.”

“Sounds like they’re going to be my new favorite.” As I took the cookies from her, our fingers brushed. For a few seconds, I could see nothing other than Carmilla. Alluring and sensual, everything in me roared to make her mine.

Mavis was saying something, and I had to force myself to tune in to pay attention. “… the tree house out back. Just a few boards. It wouldn’t take long.”

“Yeah, I can check it out now and see what I need.” No matter how hard I tried, I could not drag my gaze off Carmilla. She had bit her lower lip and clutched the hand which had touched mine to her chest. Her legs squeezed together, and fuck, the richness of her perfume.

Were we compatible? Was this what it was like? I hadn’t met many Omegas before, and none of them triggered any response in me, but this had hit with the force of a hammer striking an anvil.

It had to be Carmilla, my sister’s best friend. Not that was going to stop me.

“Thanks for the cookies.” I held up the container as I moved back onto the porch. Nothing in my life had ever been more difficult than that one step. They said good-bye as I closed the door, but the image of Carmilla still burned in my mind’s eye. My throbbing erection didn’t help make it any easier either.

I hurried down the porch steps and went across the front lawn into the back. The Rookwoods’ backyard still had the old swing set, but several box gardens now covered one side. The towering red oaks stood in the back half with their remaining leaves a brilliant crimson. Someone had raked the fallen leaves into a pile that stood nearly four feet at its peak.

We wouldn’t be able to race across the yards anymore. My mom had fenced in ours, but the Rookwoods still had theirs open. In the biggest tree near the far left sat the tree house. I smiled seeing it still in good condition.

Our haven. We spent so much of our childhood there. Everyone would think the girls spent the most time together, but there were nights I had to get out of my house and away from the weight of my mother’s expectations. I’d sit in the tree house reading or staring at the stars, but the best times were when Carmilla was there.

Her spectacular imagination—even if it was a lot of the time on the spooky side—and her brave soul took us on so many adventures. I’d have a bad day, and she’d make me laugh. She would challenge me, dare me to do something outrageous, and then claim she could do it better.

I set the cookies down and climbed up the ladder. It creaked but held my weight. Pushing open the trap door, I maneuvered inside. The paint was faded and there were a few cracked boards, but otherwise, it was just as I remembered it.

It was large enough for the three of us as kids to stretch out and sleep in there. Not that I was allowed to have sleepovers with the girls, but I snuck out sometimes when Carmilla and Rosemary would let me in. My large frame now took up the majority of the space. I could crouch, but there was no way I could stand.

There were a few new pillows with black cats on them, a pile of caramel candies, a tissue box, and a book to one side. Carmilla had been in here recently, hiding from the rest of the world to read… I peered at the novel. A romance involving monsters?

I chuckled as I sat down and adjusted my still aching cock in my jeans. Just the small movement had my balls tightening. One touch of her hand and my world had changed forever.

Ever since she had been sent away to St. Monica’s, I hadn’t been allowed to see her. But I watched her blossom into a beautiful Omega over the years. My bedroom was on the side of my house facing hers. Every holiday, I’d wait to get my glimpse of Carmilla in her house. I thought about writing an email or even a letter, but I didn’t know if she wanted to hear from me. Rosemary remained close with her, and I kept my distance as I was told. I didn’t realize I’d missed Carmilla so much until I saw her, and then that spark between us. No, that explosion.

Fuck. I adjusted my cock again.

I could ask her to help me with the repairs on the tree house and let her know how I felt. Wait, dammit. She was an unclaimed Omega. She wasn’t allowed to be alone with me. Yet the thought of having an audience… No. I’d have to find some way to get her alone.

Maybe I could dare her. Carmilla could never resist a challenge.

Unzipping my jeans, I tugged my erection out and shuddered as my fingers brushed over the head of it. It was so intensely sensitive. I closed my eyes and started to stroke my cock.

I’d dare Carmilla to lie back and spread her legs for me, to let me taste her sweet pussy. Her white blond hair would splay around her head like a halo and her big breasts would jiggle with each breath. She’d taste as good as she smelled. No, even better. The sweetest treat that had ever been offered. And as she screamed my name with her orgasm, I would kiss up her body and fill her with me.

Thrusting into her, hard and wild. Her clinging to me, saying she’ll never let go.

My erection swelled as I groaned and erupted with my climax. “Fucking hell! Carmilla.”

I let my head fall forward as I gasped for a breath. Thick jets of cum spilled over my hand and onto my boxers, but thankfully there were tissues. I couldn’t move at the moment, though. All I could think was that I needed to find some way to make her mine.

Halloween was a week away. It was Carmilla’s favorite time of the year, and if there was any time to make a grand gesture to show my feelings, it would be then.

But how to win over my sexy little witch?