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

CHAPTER TWELVE – Deacon

My Sunday afternoon movie with Kat was one of the best times of the week. No one else in the house had any interest in films, but Kat was already a keen critic. I loved hearing her take on my old favorites.

When my phone buzzed, I ignored it for a few minutes until it vibrated again. Sighing, I flicked the screen and saw missed texts from my sister.

Rosemary: Get over to the Rookwoods right now.

Rosemary: Where are you?

Rosemary: Carmilla’s in heat and hurting!!! And you left her to deal with it alone.

Rosemary: Asshole.

Rosemary: If you don’t get over here right now, I will come to the house and drag you here.

Shit. My heart was immediately racing. I shouldn’t have left Carmilla alone last night. No matter her protests, I should have stayed in the tree house with her. I really was an asshole not to realize her heat would only get worse.

I jerked up off the couch and startled Kat.

“What’s the matter?” She stared up at me with worry in her eyes.

The last thing I wanted to do was let anyone else know what was going on, and I especially didn’t want to scare Kat as she adored Carmilla. I gave her a small smile. “Rosemary and Carmilla need me to help carry some heavy stuff for them. I’ll be back in a little while, okay?”

Kat stood and hit pause on the film. “I’ll come with you. I’m happy to help too.”

Dammit, she was such a sweet kid. I shook my head. “Nah, it’s okay. You relax and finish off the popcorn and movie. It won’t take long.”

I didn’t give her another chance to say anything else. Rushing out of the room and up the stairs from the rec room, I nearly ran into my mother.

“Slow down,” she chided and then motioned to me. “I was just coming to get you so we could talk. I was just on the phone with Selina Kent, and we want to arrange a dinner at Bistro de Margot for our families. You and Octavia hit it off—”

“Mom, I don’t have time for this right now. I need to go.” I stepped to go around her, but she didn’t allow me room. Sweat beaded on my forehead as my phone buzzed again. Fuck.

“I want this arranged right now, so we can make reservations. I was certain you had no definite plans, but I’m scheduling it around Kat’s ballet practice. Thursday would be the best night.” Mom tapped her phone looking like she was already making the reservation, not caring what my answer would be.

“That’s fine. I’m going—”

“Good.” Mom clicked a few more things, still not moving out of my way. Her gaze rose to meet mine. “It’s important you make a good impression. Did you feel you were compatible with Octavia? You make a handsome couple, and with her family connections—”

Fucking hell. “No, we’re not compatible. Stop pushing it. Octavia is nice enough, but she’s not for me. Now move out of the way. Carmilla needs my help next door.”

Mom folded her arms and frowned. “Are you certain you aren’t compatible? Sometimes it takes a little while. Maybe if you shared a kiss—”

“No.” My temper flared. My mother never knew when to quit. She might run my sisters’ lives, but she wasn’t in charge of me. “I’m not interested in Octavia. Let it go. I’ll find my own mate.” The gorgeous Omega next door. Every second I wasn’t there for her was another second she was in pain. I pushed past my mom and headed to the front door. “I have to get next door.”

“No, you stop right there.” Mom marched after me. Her voice grew hard and sharp. “We’re having a conversation. Carmilla can find someone else to help her.”

“There’s no one else,” I snapped and stuffed my feet into my boots. Carmilla was mine .

“Let her conjure up a helper or something.” Mom rolled her eyes with her snobby snark. “Carmilla is unimportant. You need to start thinking about your own life. A match with Octavia Kent—”

Red painted my vision, and I slammed my fist against the wall. “Unimportant?” She fucking didn’t say that. I hissed through my teeth. “I am thinking about my own life, and that life includes making Carmilla my mate. I don’t care if you like it or not. I want nothing more to do with your matchmaking or any of your interference in my life.”

“Deacon, how can you say that?” Mom raised her chin but there was something in her eyes I’d not seen before. No cold confidence or calculating anger. “Carmilla Rookwood? You can’t seriously… You must think of your family’s future. What would your father have felt about this?”

“Don’t bring Dad into this.” I hated when she tried to manipulate Rosemary and I by bringing up our father. His memory was precious to all of us, and it always infuriated me when she used him as a tool to get us to do what she wanted. “That’s you and you alone. If you don’t like my choice, you don’t have to be a part of my life.”

And before I said something I’d really regret, I stormed out of the house. My phone was ringing now, but it didn’t matter. I had to get to Carmilla.

Rosemary had the front door of the Rookwoods’ house open when I came racing up the driveway. She scowled at me. “Why the hell haven’t you been answering your cell?”

I didn’t want to get lectured by Rosemary either. Bursting into the house, I started looking in rooms. “Mom was trying to play matchmaker again, and I told her I’d already chosen Carmilla as my mate.” My Omega wasn’t in the living room or kitchen or the office where all of Carmilla’s packages were. “Where is she?”

Rosemary’s expression was unreadable. I couldn’t tell if she was pissed, upset, or hated me. She stood at the bottom of the stairs and motioned with her head. “I managed to get Milla to her bedroom. I’ve never seen her like this before…” Her chin quivered, but she clenched her jaw when she looked back at me. “I’m going to finish her packaging and mail off her stuff. You better take good care of her or I’m going to kick your ass.”

I took the stairs two at a time and ran down the hall to the far end. Pushing open the door, I was immediately slammed by her spicy scent. My cock twitched, and I momentarily forgot who and where I was. There was my mate, and I fucking needed to claim her.

Yanking off my shirt and boots, I undid my pants as I approached the bed and circled around it. I was the hunter and this my prey. Quivering and vulnerable, my Omega.

All mine.

It was her whimpering cries that brought some sense back to me. I dove in, gathering her into my arms. “Carmilla, I’m here, baby.” I kissed her repeatedly all over her face and she let out a cry. “Let me make you feel better.”

“Deacon,” she choked out and pressed her body against mine. Her beautiful face was wet with tears and red from crying. She trembled as she nuzzled my neck. “It hurts so much.”

“I know, I know, but I’ll make the pain go away.” I kissed her lightly on the lips and swept her hair back from her face, combing my fingers through the silky locks. She looked like she’d been through hell and back, but she still was the most gorgeous female I’d ever laid eyes upon.

Her hands slid along my bare chest and over my shoulders. She groaned and shuddered with more pain, gasping for breath against me. “I don’t… We can’t. I want you so bad, but we can’t.”

My heart thundered in my chest. She was in pain. I would not leave her this time. I made that mistake yesterday. I wasn’t doing it now.

“We can,” I crooned, kissing her again. “Rosemary knows now. Your parents will soon know. And my mother knows because I told her that I wanted you as my mate and she could go stuff her matchmaking ambitions.” Carmilla gasped, shaking her head, but I cupped her chin and had her look into my eyes. “I have made it clear to you that I want you as my mate. That hasn’t changed. And I’m not ashamed to shout it out to the world. We are meant to be together. I feel it deep in my heart and soul. If anyone doesn’t like it, that’s their choice. Their choice shouldn’t interfere with our feelings for one another and what we decide to do with them.”

Tears spilled from her eyes and ran over my fingers. Her hands tenderly danced along my forearm. “Stop being so logical and sexy.”

I chuckled and caressed her cheek. Fuck, this Omega. I loved her so much.

I loved her.

Damn. I’d never thought about any woman that way before, but it wasn’t a thought, was it? It was my heart overflowing with love for her.

We would get through this. I knew it now. For the moment, I’d take care of her immediate needs. “How about this? Let me help you through your heat, and afterward, when you aren’t so distracted by my sexiness—which will only be a tiny amount less—we can discuss where we go from there.”

Carmilla’s eyes shone with a myriad of emotions, like molten metal churning itself. Beautiful. She slowly nodded and lightly touched my chest as if she couldn’t believe I was there. “Yes.” Then she nodded more vigorously and threw her arms around me. “Yes! Knot me now. Please!”

I kissed her hard, giving her my everything. We both worked to fling off her clothes, and a purr rumbled in my chest to have her naked against me. Golden afternoon light filtered in through her curtains to allow me to see every luscious curve as I ran my hands over her. I’d never get enough of this sexy Omega. She was everything I’d ever wanted and she lived right next door.

She pushed down my pants and stroked my erection as I kicked them the rest of the way off. As I swept my jeans onto the floor, she bent forward and licked my cock. I groaned as my head fell back. “Fuck, so good.”

Carmilla lashed her tongue across my shaft a few more times before she engulfed the head with her mouth. She suckled it, teasing the tip, and massaged my thighs as she did so.

I loved the sight of her with my dick in her mouth. Her lips full and locked around me, gazing up at me through her long lashes. And if she kept sucking me like that, I was going to blow my load too fast.

Winding her hair around my hand, I tugged her head up and kissed her. Her hands went immediately to my cock, and I moaned. “I need to fuck you, gorgeous. Lie back like a good girl.”

Her green eyes flashed and she grabbed my shoulders to push me back. “No, you lie back and let me have my way with you.”

I held myself in place even as she ground her hot cunt against me. She kissed down to my chest and nipped at my nipple. I growled and yanked her head back up to mash our mouths back together, fighting for dominance in the kiss. I gave her tight ass a little spank, and at her gasp and squirt of slick, I slapped her sweet butt again.

“You’re a naughty girl, aren’t you?” I sucked on her lower lip and worried it between my teeth. Maneuvering her hips, I sawed my thick cock between her labia and ate up her whimpers. I spanked her again and she jerked against me.

“Deacon, I need you.” Carmilla attempted to climb up and mount me. She clawed at my shoulders as she fought for control.

But she was mine. And I was the Alpha here.

I wrestled the writhing Omega and finally flipped her onto her back. I immediately drove between her legs and buried myself up to the hilt. She let out a cry and drew blood with her nails. I snatched her wrists and held them above her head with one hand.

“Mine.” I slammed into her again.

The tightness of her pussy, the intoxicating scent of her perfume, and the delicious noises she was making. My knot was already swelling and stretching her as we fucked.

Carmilla strained against my hold, but I kept her arms held tight. “Oh God! Yes, harder.”

My naughty little witch. I gave her what she wanted.

I kissed her until we both gasped for breath and worked my hips faster. My body was on fire with intense pleasure stroking every inch. Her body moved with mine as if we were one. Only more proof to me that we were meant to be.

Harder and faster. Her cries harmonized with my growls. Mine .

My mouth moved down her neck and licked her silky soft skin. I wouldn’t let her suffer ever again. I needed to be there for her forever.

“Carmilla,” I panted, nipping at her throat. “You’re mine. Say it.”

She moaned, arching her back. “I’m almost there. So close!”

“Say it!” I thrust into her and held myself still. Never had anything been so difficult before.

Carmilla cried out, bucking and trying to rock against me. Her heart hammered in her chest as loud as mine. “Yes! I’m yours. Yours and yours alone!”

A ripple of pleasure went through me at those words. Yet I didn’t move my hips yet. “I want to claim you.”

It wasn’t a question. It was everything I’d ever dreamed, but I wouldn’t do it without her consent. I needed to hear she wanted it as much as I did. No matter how lost she was to her heat, I would never believe Carmilla would do or say anything she truly didn’t want.

Trembling, she stared into my eyes. Tears clung to her lashes like diamonds. “I’m yours. Forever. If you claim me now, claim me later, or claim me never, I am yours.”

Fuck. Those words were better than I could ever imagine.

I rolled my hips against hers, rocking her with long strokes.

“I claim you as my mate.” Then I bit her neck. My teeth sank in and I tasted the coppery flavor of blood.

Carmilla screamed my name and shuddered with her orgasm. I released her wrists and sucked in a great breath as my knot swelled to its maximum size. My climax nearly made me black out. My hips kept moving of their own accord as I filled her with my seed.

My cock still twitched within her even when she went limp. I cuddled her against me, caressing her back and arms. Our legs locked together as our breathing slowed.

She was truly mine now.

Nothing and no one would ever take her away from me.