Make Me: The World of Knott

"Yeah, you know that cast of my knot we made?" He lifted a fist as if to mimic it, even though we both knew it wasn't even half the size. Even still, he smiled at it like it was his prized possession. Which it was.

"Oh, so she's just like you?" He laughed at that, the sound like a snap as it broke through the tension and sent it all shattering to the ground.

"Not just like me, no. But I do like her. She is a powerful Omega, kind and sweet. Even I can feel the pull of her. I think you made the right choice." He dropped his hand, his shoulders sagging as he exhaled. "I just don't want to lose you, Garret."

The truth exploded between us, the tension in the air that swirled between us vanishing as though it had been a wall. I reached toward him, and this time he didn't move back, he met me move for move, his warm hand wrapping around mine. One touch, and all of my tightly bound coils of panic vanished. They fell from me in a wave, my shaky exhale chasing them away.

Even though I felt the bond between me and the Omega. Even though I was drawn to her and cared for her. Even though she might someday have a place in my heart, and my bed. Elliot would always be there.

"I don't want to lose you, either. Elliot, you are my life."

"My kind takes multiple Omegas, but I have never heard of Synians doing the same. Combine that with the fact that I am not an Omega and I... I acted like a jealous fool." I don't think either of us could deny that. "She will be a good Omega for you, and I will protect her just as I will protect you. She is part of your life, so she is part of mine."

"Is that why you watched her as I asked?" He nodded, and I could have sworn that even through the deathly chill of my body I began to grow warm. It was one of the things that Synians loved about bedding humans, the warmth of their bodies. But there was something about a Lyrous that radiated that heat from the inside out.

Not that anyone would believe it. I had tried to tell Parris once, and he had called me a fool.

"Yeah, you might say that I love you." Elliot grinned as he ran his hand through his hair. Even through all that confidence, he was still as vulnerable as the rest of us. Not that he let anyone else see it.

"I'll take it that as an 'I love you'," I whispered, my hand tightening around him as I pulled him to me.

The firm muscle of his chest slammed against mine, his hand reaching for my waist as I cupped his neck, needing the taste of him against my lips.

He tasted the way he always did, like snowcapped mountains and the back of the wind. He tasted like spices I had only ever heard of, mixed with a sweet that was unique to him. I tasted him with a greedy need, my tongue running over his lips before darting between them, coaxing him against me as his hand twisted through my shirt, his hot palm searching for my skin.

"I love you, Elliot," I whispered, pulling away just long enough to speak before crashing against him again. Or I tried, Elliot was already removing my shirt, the fabric falling to the floor as he fiddled with my belt, as I kissed him again.

My pants slid from my body, bunching on the floor as Elliot's lips left mine, his tender pecks cutting a line over my neck as he laid me on the bed. I sunk into the mattress, the piles of blankets and pillows that we always preferred to sleep with enveloping me as Elliot positioned himself between my legs, his long length as erect and desperate as my own.

"I love you, Garret." Elliot spoke the words that had always been so hard for him before he kissed me again, his cock rubbing against my own. Hot and cold exploded over my core as I twitched with need. "Let me show you how much."

Lube slipped over my skin, dripping between my legs and coating my anus before Elliot placed himself against me, the wide head of his cock spreading me as it always did. The feel of him was familiar, it was home.

Moaning, I tilted my hips toward him as he slid his way in and out of me, my cock standing at attention as my lover filled me. As he fucked me.

I felt every inch of him enter me, stretch me and I moaned, collapsing against the blankets as I writhed. I needed more of him. All of him. Elliot moaned as he pressed himself in, sliding out in a slow stroke. He was driving me crazy, and he knew it.

"Knot me," I said as he pressed into me again, my body arching in delight as his cock spread through me.

Elliot froze, his hands on either side of my head were white knuckled against the sheets as I felt his cock twitch, the long length bouncing against my prostate.

"Oh god," I gasped, and Elliot did it again, letting his cock play. "Give me your knot."

"Are you sure?" Elliot whispered, his head lowered to hiss in my ear, his teeth plucking at my lobe. "Last time..."

"Knot me, Elliot," I interrupted him. "I'll tell you if it becomes too much."

I really hoped it didn't, but right then I wanted to try. I needed to try. I needed every part of him inside of me. I needed all of him in my life. I needed his knot.

Elliot's hands pressed against my thighs, forcing my legs down and my hips up as his cock railed into my ass, the speed rattling through my bones as he claimed me.

"Fuck me!" I yelled, the words half a command, half a roar of delight as his cock slammed into me, sending my own bouncing against my stomach. Grabbing the thick rod, I slid my palm over the soft skin of my erection, waves of delight from my own cock mixing with the absolute flood of pleasure that was exploding from my lover's cock in my ass.

"Garret," Elliot yelled my name as he jerked his cock into me, the long wide shaft jerking and dancing inside of me as I felt his knot begin to swell, locking me against him. Locking his cum inside of me.

It hurt, but not as much as it had any other time we had tried. It was as though I was fully accepting him. Accepting all of him, as an Alpha I was submitting to him fully for the first time.

All of that amazing stretching mixed with a wonderful pleasure that was making my head spin. The entire world was spinning. All I knew was his cock in my ass, and mine in my hand as I began to come.

Thick ropes of cum exploded from the sensitive head of my dick, spurting into the air like a geyser. Elliot was ready, he opened his mouth, tongue out as he tried to catch it, as he coated his face with it. Cum dripped from his chin and cheeks, it coated both our chests as he leaned over me, pressing his cum drenched lips against my own.

"Now you will always be mine," Elliot said between kisses, my taste mingling on our tongues. "And I will always be yours."

"Always."