The Alpha's Addiction [BXB]

Chapter 42: Knot

CYRUS

I've never known heaven like this. My beautiful mate, long golden brown legs slung over either side of my torso, finding his pleasure on my cock. His plump, rosy lips parted to let out the most enchanting moans, crystal tears gathering along those long lashes ringing his honey eyes. What did I ever do to deserve a sight like this—to deserve the lovely body atop my own, or the even lovelier soul that resides within it.

My wolf rages below the surface, the desperate need to lay claim to what is ours more intense than it's ever been. Koa smells so sweet, so ripe for the taking, like a crisp apple soaked in nectar, ready to be licked clean by my tongue.

And yet he'd keep himself holed up in this room, suffering from heat and depriving his omega of his alpha. Of me.

I don't even understand how this is possible. If he's infertile, why does his wolf call to mine, begging for us to plant our seed? Why does the scent of a heat so intense permeate the room, threatening to make me lose all control?

A dark part of me simmers with rage at the thought that, in this state, maybe any alpha might do for him. Maybe it doesn't have to be me. He made it quite clear through his rejection that he believes we're better off apart. Even still, the possessive urge that overcomes me is painful. I can't bear to think of my mate letting another alpha touch him, mount him, fuck him.

Mine. I want Koa to be all mine.

I grit my teeth as he drops down hard, ass hitting my thighs with a satisfying snack. He lets out a delicious whine, keening at the way my cock hits his cervix. He bites his lip, rocking into it, and--Fuck. I want nothing more than to paint it all white in there with my cum. My essence, imprinted on him and warding other alphas off.

"Y-your knot," he gasps, pressing a delicate hand to his taut stomach. "Now, Cyrus. 'M ready for it,"

"Be patient." I growl, digging my fingers into those full hips and thrusting up into his wet, tight heat. "Don't act like a little brat just because you're in heat."

The words come out meaner than I meant them to, but I can't help myself. He doesn't want me, then he needs me. He rejects me, then seduces me again like I'm a fool. Perhaps I am. A fool, because no matter how he hurts me, I still want him. I still come back. I always will.

I can't deny how much I've missed him. His gorgeous smiles. His soft voice that I yearn to hear day and night, excitedly telling me something that happened. Or giggling. Or scolding me. That twinkle in his eyes, the freckles across his cheeks, back, and shoulders. The way he unravels me with just a look, a touch. Makes me feel whole.

I'm so angry that he won't let me do the same for him. Let me soothe his worries, kiss his tears away. Because I know he suffers without me. But what can I do, when he turns me away? An alpha that forces himself into his omega's life against their wishes is no better than scum. I never want to be like my father, who never let my mother leave, even at his worst.

Koa snarls as he fucks down on me harder, roughly riding my cock. He's a vision above me, chest glistening and bouncing with each of his movements, nipples swollen and taunting. His small cock repeatedly hits his abdomen with each slam home, pretty and flushed with arousal. My mouth waters, hungry for a taste of anything he'll give me.

"Don't act like you haven't fantasized about this," he jabs a pointed finger at my chest. "You want to knot me, don't even lie. Want to pump me all full, yeah? Imagine you're fucking pups into me?"

I let loose a growl, honing in on the bulge where my cock prods beneath the surface of his stomach. It's ecstasy on that other side, my manhood nestled deep in his core, the head catching on every groove and flutter of his inner walls. It only makes me impossibly harder, desperately bucking my hips up into him. I have no defense against his accusation. He's right. I want to knot him, impregnate him, dig my canines into his neck, marking him as mine forever—