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

CHAPTER EIGHT – Deacon

It had been nearly two hours, and Carmilla had said barely a dozen words to me. I don’t know what was wrong, but she dodged me every time I tried to get her alone to talk. I’d been already on edge from a rough morning with my mom, but Carmilla avoiding me was driving me crazy.

To top it off, her perfume grew stronger the longer we were at the farm. I was doing what I could to help with the photo shoot, but there wasn’t much I could do except try not to tackle Carmilla into the hay when she’d crouch down and her skirt would reveal her creamy thighs. I knew what sweet treat lay hidden there, and fuck, I wanted to drown myself in her slick again.

She took pictures of Rosemary and Sam in the barn, the hayloft, the yard with the animals, the pumpkin patch, and the gazebo overlooking the orchards. The Price farm had acres of beautiful land and plenty of ideal spots for the shoot. The sky was mostly clear with a few moody clouds, and the cool breeze was broken by the fact there were a lot of people warming the area with their fall visit.

“One more kiss.” Carmilla took another round of pictures as Sam and Rosemary locked lips, giggling as they held one another. “Perfect! Let’s move on to the pond, and then to the corn maze.”

“How about we take a break? You’re working us hard today, Milla.” Rosemary held her fiance’s hand, their arms swinging between them. Their love was strong and easy, and I so wanted to have that with Carmilla.

“Yeah, I think it’s time for hot cider.” Sam grinned and Rosemary nodded happily.

“A cider sounds good.” I agreed. Finally I’d be able to talk to Carmilla and find out what was wrong. “Plus those freshly made donuts smell delicious.”

“Oh God, yes!” Rosemary cheered and nudged Carmilla who was fiddling with her camera. “You know you’re dying for one. You eat like ten of them every year we come here.”

Carmilla stuck her tongue out at my sister, but her smile faded as she glanced my way. She put her lens cap onto her camera and started in the opposite direction of where the food stalls were set up. There was a glint in her pretty eyes like a deer about to run. “I’m going to check out the maze and pick the best spots for pictures. You guys take a break and I’ll be back in a little while.”

“I’ll get cider and a donut for you.” Rosemary waved after her.

I continued to walk with Sam and Rosemary another dozen steps, but my body and soul was being pulled in the direction Carmilla went. “Hey, is something wrong with Carmilla today? She seems… very focused on the job instead of her usual crazy pumpkin patch loving self.”

“She’s just in business mode.” Rosemary leaned her head against Sam’s shoulder. The two of them were off in their own world. It was cute, but they were totally oblivious to everything else going on. “Mom thinks she’ll do a crappy job, and Milla is out to prove her wrong.”

“Wait.” I stopped, back stiffening. “You told Carmilla that Mom doesn’t want her doing this shoot?”

“Yeah, and Mom was wrong. We all know it. It’s been a perfect afternoon so far.” Rosemary smiled at Sam as they carried on.

That’s what had been eating at Carmilla. My sister believed Carmilla was the right one to do this shoot, but she didn’t have to tell her our mom was being a bitch about it. I knew better than anyone Mom’s high standards and how sometimes they were impossible to live up to.

“I’m going to go with Carmilla.” I wasn’t even sure that they heard me. I was off with a quick stride to catch up to my Omega.

My Omega. I shouldn’t think about her that way, but I couldn’t help myself. It wasn’t just last night—though that cemented my feelings—yet after Carmilla was sent away to school, I felt her absence so keenly that it was undeniable we had to be together. I tried to reason what I was feeling was based in fantasy since we had no contact or communication for seven years, but every time I saw her in her house from mine, something in me knew.

I chastised myself for those feelings. We’d been childhood friends and did all sorts of stupid stuff together. Several times I told myself I was just missing my friend, and that she wouldn’t be the same girl I remembered. Yet the second she opened the front door of her house to me, every “fantasy” emotion came rushing forth, and there was no doubting they were genuine.

It was real. More than just the fact we were compatible, we were meant to be together.

Dammit. I sounded like some romance obsessed dolt.

Ahead of me, Carmilla’s skirt swished around her legs as made her way to the corn maze entrance. She paused to put her camera away in its bag and three kids ran past her into the field with a hoot. No smile. No holler of joy back. Yeah, she was having a bad time of it.

I’d nearly caught up to her when she took her first step in. “Carmilla, wait up!”

Her head jerked and her eyes widened when she saw me. Then she took off running.

Without hesitation, I darted into the maze after her. She was already out of sight, but I could not only hear her steps, I could smell her. That gorgeous sweet plum scent, thick and musky. Something in me rose up and had me grinning.

If it was a chase she wanted, I was more than happy to play the big bad wolf.

Carmilla’s footsteps were quick at first, nearly getting out of range of my hearing, but she slowed, maybe thinking she had lost me. I didn’t run, but as she would say, I did the horror movie killer fast walk. No matter how fast she ran, I would catch her. Her addictive perfume led me down the right path at every junction.

The dried stalks towered above me. Noise from the rest of the farm was muted and there was only her scrambling steps and the rustling of the corn leaves. A few kids and one family walked by me, but we were winding our way to the far left corner of the field.

I breathed in deeply, her scent getting stronger the closer I got. My heart beat hard and my adrenaline surged. My pretty witch wouldn’t get away. I’d hunt her down to the ends of the world.

Track her, catch her, and never let her go.

Two boys hurried by from the way Carmilla had gone. “It’s a dead end there, man.”

I nodded my thanks and grinned even wider. My stiff cock throbbed in my jeans. I almost had her. She was mine.

After another twist and a turn to the left, I found her. There was a road sign declaring the dead end and a plastic skeleton tied to the stalks with its jaw hanging open as if it couldn’t believe its bad luck. Carmilla stood with a hand on her stomach, panting as she tried to catch her breath. Her cheeks were flushed and her wild hair had fallen from its bun.

She yelped when she saw me and dove into the corn. There was a thud and she cursed as I ran to see what happened. Had she fallen? Was she hurt? It made me crazy to think of anything happening to her.

Five feet through the corn, I found her leaning against a wood fence holding her knee. We had reached the north-eastern corner of the field. The afternoon slung the stalks’ shadows over her, but as her head popped up hearing me, the light slanted over her eyes. So very Morticia Addams. And I was her Gomez, hopelessly dedicated to her.

“Are you alright?” I slowed my approach, even though I wanted to run up to her and scoop her into my arms.

“I’m fine. Just bonked my knee.” Carmilla shook her head and glanced at me, still tense and wary. “What are you doing here? We shouldn’t be alone.”

“You didn’t complain about it last night.” I raised my brows and smirked. There were laws that forbade unclaimed Omegas from being alone with Alphas, but consequences be damned. I pushed aside the stalks and stood in front of her. My whole body reacted to being so close to her, wanting to pounce and claim my prize. “Let me see your knee.”

“I’m fine,” she repeated and straightened. I noted her hands were trembling before she took hold of the fence behind her.

“You’re not fine.” I crouched down and tenderly brushed the dirt from her knee. It was lightly scraped but the skin hadn’t broken. It would have a nice bruise tomorrow though. Down in front of her, her perfume was nearly overwhelming. I trailed my fingers up from her knee to her inner thigh. Her slick wet the tips and a growl rose in my throat. “Carmilla…”

“We need to go.” She didn’t move and my hand crept up her leg farther. She bit her lower lip and whimpered. “Deacon, we can’t. Not here.”

“Yes. Right here, right now.” I stood, keeping my one hand between her legs and removed her camera bag with the other, setting it carefully on the ground. “You need me.”

Her lips parted with a gasp at my words. I swooped in, kissing her hard, unable to stop myself and start gently. Carmilla grasped my arms and kissed me back just as fervently. Our tongues twined and our hot breaths mingled. I slid my hand up the rest of the way and rubbed her pussy through her soaked panties.

“Oh fuck,” she groaned and peeked over my shoulder. “What if someone comes?”

“I want you to come, beautiful.” I kissed along her jaw to her ear. I kneaded her mound with the flat of my hand, grinding my palm against her. “Don’t worry. If someone walks this way in the maze, they’ll see the dead end sign and turn back.”

I didn’t give a damn if anyone saw us. I pushed her panties to the side and drove a finger into her tight cunt. She cried out and bit my lip to quiet herself.

Lifting her to the top wooden rail of the fence, I thrust a second digit into her and pumped faster. She wrapped a leg around me, panting and writhing. Her slick coated my hand and made me feel like I might explode in my jeans.

“Deacon… I’m so close.” She clawed at my jacket as if she might climb me. Our kisses were almost bruising as if we were desperate to crawl into one another’s bodies, to fuse together as one.

My mouth covered hers as I held her tight around the waist with one arm. I crooked my fingers as I fucked her and ground my palm against her clit. She sizzled under my attentions, red hot from the fire. I couldn’t get enough.

I ate up her cries as she shuddered with her climax. Her eyes fluttered and her back arched. I held her tight, whispering I wouldn’t let go.

She didn’t know how much I meant that. How I planned on making her mine forever.

My hand slowed as she started to go limp. Her arms constricted around me. “More. Keep going. It feels so good.”

Carmilla pouted as I removed my fingers from her, but her eyes widened and darkened as I licked my fingers. I wanted her juices on my tongue and lips. “Delicious.” Nothing ever tasted as good as her. Once I was done teasing her—and myself—I grabbed her hips and turned her around to position her knees on the middle rail. “I have a big treat for you, my insatiable witch.”

I flipped up her skirt and groaned at the sight of her tight ass clad in lacy purple panties. Tucking them to one side, I ran my fingers over her slit and released my erection from my jeans. Pre-cum glistened on the tip and smeared when I brushed my cock over that perfect rear.

She mewled, raising her ass higher. “Trick or treat.”

I couldn’t wait any longer. Directing my hard dick to her entrance, I thrust into her. Both of us let out moans that vibrated all the way down to our genitals. No taking it slow today. I slammed into her again hard and started a fast pace.

The fence creaked but held. Carmilla gripped the post and the top rail, but I kept her in place with an arm locked around her middle. The corn stalks rustled as if getting excited too.

“So tight, so hot for me.” I loved that I could make her lose herself like this. I pounded harder against her bouncing ass, grunting with my thrusts. Her body jolted with each one. Beautiful, ethereal, and so incredibly erotic.

A gush of slick splashed me as Carmilla screamed with her second orgasm. I reached up to muffle her cries with my hand. My cock swelled. Fuck, I was going to knot and we’d be stuck together in the corn maze like this.

She nipped at my fingers and then sucked one into her mouth. Even with my well worked hands, they were suddenly hypersensitive. Just her suckling on my middle finger was the fucking sexiest thing.

I pulled out of her and sawed my erection between her butt cheeks. My dick didn’t swell any more to knot, but fuck, as she bit the tip of my finger, I roared with my climax. So much for being quiet.

Hot jets of cum covered her ass and they just kept coming. Carmilla traced my finger over her plump lips and kissed the top of each as my balls emptied themselves.

The intensity of the orgasm had me shaking as I helped her stand on her feet and turned her around to kiss her. I kept her skirt raised and snatched some dry leaves from the stalks to wipe her off. She leaned against me, allowing me to take care of her. This soft and vulnerable side of her had me craving more.

I wanted to stay like this forever, but… “We have to get back.”

Carmilla pressed her face against my chest and groaned. “I’m such a mess. Rosemary and Sam are going to know—”

“No, they won’t.” I cupped her chin and raised her gorgeous face to look into her eyes. “What they will think is that I said I could get through the maze faster than you, and then you dared me to race. We’re going to run out all hot, flushed, and sweaty, and that’s what they will think happened.”

The worry melted from her expression and that sensual and playful smirk turned up her lips. “Are you the trickster spirit of Samhain? You might be disguised as Deacon Graves, but he’s not as naughty as you.”

“You have no idea how naughty I can be, witch.” I winked, picked up her camera bag, and stole one more kiss before leading her back into the maze proper.

“Well, spirit or Deacon, your fly is undone.” Carmilla laughed as she poked my abdomen and then took off running.

My heart swelled. Emotions surged through me, crashing into me with their certainty.

Fucking hell. This Omega would be mine before Halloween was over.