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

CHAPTER FIVE – Carmilla

My house was full of love and happiness. We had a big dinner celebrating my dad’s return from California. He wanted to see every little thing I made for my customers and filled himself up on my mom’s cookies. I offered to clean up the kitchen and give them time together. Hearing their laughter and knowing they were stealing kisses made me happier than the brightest jack-o-lantern.

Yet when I was done cleaning, I grabbed my orange and black plaid wrap and escaped to the tree house. So far, these past few days, I could control my heat by slipping away to my bathroom and masturbating, but my moods were all over the place. Those moods which were suddenly thrown in chaos again when I stared at the new door ring on the tree house entrance.

Some part of me remembered hearing my mom ask Deacon to fix the tree house. She knew I still liked to go out there and read, but I didn’t expect this. It was a little witch’s hat. The tip was crooked and the brim wide, and it was identical to the icon I used for my business.

Warmth spread through me as I ran my fingers over the twined ring and caressed the hat. Deacon was immensely skilled to craft such a detailed piece this little. And he made it for me.

Me. He crafted something for me.

My stomach flipped and my legs quivered. I had to get in before I fell off the ladder like a swooning fool.

Pushing open the door, I climbed up and clicked on the LED lantern which sat to one side of the entry. I hurried the rest of the way and almost dropped the trapdoor as I was closing it as I took in the newly painted tree house.

The broken boards were repaired and the walls were a gorgeous autumn orange. Stars faintly glowed on the ceiling, and a new bag of cheap Halloween candies sat beside my caramels. Deacon remembered. I laughed and wiped at the tears burning the corners of my eyes.

I crawled over to my reading spot wondering what all this meant. Was he just being nice to an old friend? Or did it mean something more?

A powerful wave of need surged through me, and I whimpered as I curled up on myself. Even the thought of Deacon made me ache for him. He’d brought me sour gummies and chocolate-flavored taffy and made me a special door ornament. The leather clad hunk who had shown up at my door the other day looked too badass to be this sweet.

I pressed a hand against my pussy as if I could contain the slick flowing forth. Fuck, I wanted him. I wanted him more than anything else at this moment.

Pain lanced through me. Dammit. And me without my vibrator. I needed to order one of those dildos that could swell like a knot. A shudder wracked my body at just the thought of being knotted. Oh spirits of Samhain, the only treat I wanted this year was to be taken by an Alpha with a thick knot. And not just any Alpha, it had to be—

A knock at the trapdoor made me jump and yelp.

The door pushed up and open, and there he was. I almost came on the spot.

“Are you okay?” Deacon’s dark eyes were full of concern, but that was fast replaced with amusement when he locked gazes with me. “Don’t tell me I scared Carmilla the Fearless?”

Squeezing my thighs together, I calmed my breathing enough to respond. I gripped a pillow in each hand to keep myself from reaching out for him and yanking him to me. “I wasn’t scared, just surprised. They’re two very different things.”

“Sure.” He chuckled, quiet and low. So very sexy. He suddenly went very still and breathed in deeply. His dark eyes grew darker, erasing the amusement and making me melt under his hunger.

We stared at each other. My heart raced faster by the second, and I did my best to hide my pain as another wave of need surged through me. He knew, didn’t he? He realized I was in heat, and fuck, we were alone. No one was here as a chaperon to act as a shield between us.

Part of me reeled with panic. Deacon might be driven by his Alpha hormones, but he had given no indication at any time that he wanted something like this to happen. I didn’t want the fact that we were compatible and I was in heat to be the reason he did something he didn’t want to do.

Yet the naughty side of me wanted to sing to him like a siren and lure him into my embrace. There was no death, only sizzling hot sex.

“Carmilla.” Deacon started to come in and then, with visible difficulty, stopped himself.

Another twist of wanton pain grabbed me and I couldn’t hide it. I never knew it would get this bad, and I wasn’t even at the peak of my heat yet. Groaning, I wrapped one arm around myself and reached out to him with my other hand. “Please. I need…” Him. All of him. In every way. “You know what’s happening, and I’m sorry. I don’t want you to do anything you definitely don’t want. So run now…”

For one harrowing second, I thought he was going to drop out of sight and slam the trapdoor behind him. I wanted to cry and bury myself deep in a tomb to rise again in a thousand years to terrorize everyone on Halloween.

Deacon’s hand clasped mine, and my whole body was electrified by the contact.

“I’m not going to run.” The words came out with a growl as he climbed the rest of the way into the tree house. He crouched and shut the door under him, never once letting go of my hand or breaking eye contact. Every smooth movement was like that of a panther stalking its prey. “And you never need to apologize to me.”

He didn’t run. An explosion of emotion burst through me, making me laugh and cry at the same time. Could he truly want the weird witch next door? His hand tightened its grip on mine.

“I’m in heat.” I had to make certain he understood. I needed to hear it from his lips. From those deliciously sinful lips which now curved into a smoldering smirk. More slick soaked into my panties. No vampire in any of my books could be this alluring.

“Oh, I know.” And just the gruff and sensual way he said that. Fuck!

“I need… I need…” I couldn’t find the words. Oh, I’d read a thousand dirty stories, but I’d never said anything out loud before. Never mind that I should never have been alone with an Alpha, I’d never even made out with a guy before. What did I know about what I needed? Another hot wave of pain reminded me I needed something very specific whether I knew how to ask for it or not. I was a mess and I didn’t know how to make this work.

“I know what you need, beautiful. Let me take care of you.” Yes! That was exactly what I needed. Deacon raised my hand and kissed the back of it. “As long as you’re sure that’s what you want.”

“Yes!” I wiped my cheeks with my sleeve and rose onto my knees. An Alpha as hunky as Deacon thought I was beautiful. More so, he thought I was beautiful. I was sure the smile on my lips must look like that of a fool’s.

Deacon moved closer. The heat from his body made mine feel like a bonfire. He brushed my hair back from my face and cupped my cheek. His eyes searched mine one more time, maybe trying to make certain this was what I wanted. Before I could beg him to take me, his mouth was mashed to mine.

My whimper was muffled by his mouth claiming mine, his tongue dominating mine in a fiery dance. I could barely breathe. I clutched his sweater, clinging to him. Could a kiss such as this make someone orgasm? The pleasure thrumming through me made it feel like it was possible.

His arms wrapped around me and pulled me hard against him. I pushed off my wrap and slid my hands up his muscled arms and over his shoulders. So big and strong. The power in his body, and yet as he started to lay me back, the tenderness.

Deacon wiggled between my legs, but before he could fully settle, a stab of mortification at my physical state hit me. I squeezed my thighs before he could settle onto me. “Wait. My slick.” I didn’t want to soil his clothes like I did mine. “I’m wet.”

“Mmm, very wet.” It came out as almost a purr. Deacon slipped a hand down my body and between my legs to rub my aching pussy beneath the soaked material of my leggings. I gasped and he kissed me, nipping at my lower lip. “I love it. I love the way you smell. And I know I’m going to love the way you taste.”

God, I was lost to him. I kissed him eagerly in return as my hips thrust up against his hand. Back and forth he stroked me, slow at first, but then faster and rougher. All coherent thought left my head as the entire universe became the gorgeous Alpha pressed to me and the pleasure he was bringing me.

One upstroke went high as he pushed his hand down into the front of my leggings and panties. The sudden feeling of his hand on my bare pussy had me crying out and squirming as if my whole body was demanding to be touched all over.

“So hot,” Deacon murmured as he teased my slit. “Just for me.”

All for him. Not even the best monster romance had ever made me this aroused.

Worrying thoughts flitted through my mind like bats. What if it was just our Alpha and Omega instincts driving us like some of my classmates thought at the COOP? What if this wasn’t what he really wanted?

His finger dipped into me and I was at his mercy again. My body screamed for him to take me, for him to knot me and make me his.

“Deacon,” I could barely get his name out. My heart pounded so loud it echoed in my ears along with his deep breaths and little groans. “I need you now.”

“You need me to eat you now?” He raised his brows and grinned. How could this man get any more sexy? My mind was so blown, I couldn’t even reply.

He shifted off of me and I nearly cried when he removed his hand from my pants. With his eyes raking up and down my body, he slipped off my left shoe and then the right. Leaning in, he stole another kiss as he hooked the elastic of my leggings with his fingers and eased them off along with my panties.

The chilly night air coaxed goosebumps to erupt on my exposed skin. If I’d known this was going to happen, I’d worn something other than my cartoon skeleton panties, but Deacon hadn’t even glanced at my clothes. He was very clearly focused on my glistening groin.

He tossed my bottoms, nearly sending them out the back window, and nudged my legs apart so that I was completely bare before him. He growled, kneeling as if in worship. I’d never felt more vulnerable nor more powerful in my life.

His head was suddenly between my legs and his tongue lapped at my pussy. I squealed as my pelvis jerked up and he thrust his tongue into me. Deacon wound his arms around my legs and locked me in place with my rear about an inch off the floor. He sucked on every bit of me and drenched himself in my slick.

My legs kicked and my toes curled. “Oh yes!” I never knew it would feel so incredible. “Deacon, more. Please!”

His tongue delved deeper, circling and driving in and out. One hand looped over my thigh and he flicked his thumb over my clit. I nearly lost it and flailed, knocking over the candies near me.

Sucking and rubbing, he didn’t stop. He buried his face so firmly against me, I wasn’t sure how he was able to breathe. His soft lips and wicked tongue were topped off by his agile thumb. No way would my tiny vibrator ever be enough anymore.

It was a million times more powerful than any sugar high and hotter than any bubbling cauldron. My back arched as I clutched at his thick hair. Everything in me tightened.

And all at once, it released.

I writhed and shuddered like a woman possessed, but the only being that commanded me was this drop-dead gorgeous devil between my legs. The things he could do with just his mouth alone could topple worlds. My orgasm kept going, and he wasn’t stopping.

Fuck, I never wanted it to end.