Chapter 89: Cuffed and Stuffed by the Alpha Cop -3

Rooker Veldt received the medical alert just after dawn. Tavian Ash’s heat suppressants had failed overnight. The report stated that the Omega’s scent levels had climbed past safe thresholds for any Alpha staff.

Only Rooker held clearance to enter the cell. He walked down the corridor with the same blank expression he always wore and unlocked the door.

The heat hit him the moment he stepped inside. Tavian’s scent filled the small space like a physical weight, thick and sweet and heavy with need.

Tavian sat on the bunk already flushed, the thin prison shirt open at the collar and the pants damp between his thighs.

He looked up and smiled, brighter than before but edged with real urgency.

"You came," Tavian said.

"I told them only you could handle this. The suppressants stopped working around three in the morning. I have been leaking ever since. Come here."

Rooker closed the door and locked it. He kept his voice flat.

"You will stay seated. Medical will send a new dose once I confirm your condition."

Tavian stood anyway and walked straight to him.

"Skip the dose. I do not want it. I want you. My body knows who chased me for seven years. It wants the Alpha who almost caught me every time."

Rooker grabbed Tavian by the shoulders and pushed him back against the wall. He pinned him there with one forearm across his chest.

"You will receive the suppressants. That is the end of the discussion."

Tavian’s smile stayed in place even as his hips shifted forward.

"You can keep talking like that. I like the cold sound of it. Just put your hand on me while you do. I am so wet it hurts. Feel for yourself."

Rooker did not move his arm. Tavian reached down with his still-cuffed hands and guided Rooker’s free hand to the front of the soaked pants.

Slick had already soaked through the fabric. Rooker’s fingers pressed against the hard length and the heat beneath it.

Tavian let out a soft breath.

"Yes. That is what I need. Push harder. The night you almost cornered me in the shipping yard I hid in a container and fucked myself with a bottle while I thought about your hands. I imagined you finding me like this, pinned and dripping. I came so many times the container smelled like me for days. Do it properly now. Pull my pants down and put your fingers inside me."

Rooker’s control slipped another inch. He yanked the waistband of the prison pants down past Tavian’s hips.

The Omega’s cock sprang free, flushed and wet at the tip. Slick shone on his thighs. Rooker shoved two fingers between Tavian’s cheeks and drove them deep in one thrust.

Tavian’s body clenched and then opened around the intrusion. More slick ran down Rooker’s wrist.

"Fuck," Tavian said, still smiling. "That is better. Add another. Stretch me open the way you have always wanted to. I used to lie in every safe house and open myself while I remembered the sound of your boots.

I wanted you to catch me and do exactly this. Pin me to a wall and work me with your fingers until I begged. Keep going. Curl them. Find the place that makes my knees weak."

Rooker added a third finger and thrust harder. He braced Tavian against the wall with his forearm and fucked him with short, precise strokes.

The wet sounds echoed in the cell. Tavian rocked back to meet every push, thighs trembling.

"You feel so good inside me," Tavian said.

"I can take more. I have practiced for this. Every time you almost had me I went home and prepared myself for the day you finally locked me up. I wanted your fingers first. Then I wanted your cock. Then I wanted your knot. Make me come like this. Force it out of me."

Rooker changed the angle and rubbed firmly over the sensitive spot inside. Tavian’s whole body jerked. His cock leaked steadily against Rooker’s hip. Rooker kept the same ruthless rhythm and watched Tavian’s face.

Tavian came with a sharp cry, spilling across Rooker’s uniform shirt. His inner walls clamped down hard around the fingers.

Rooker did not stop. He kept thrusting through the orgasm until Tavian’s legs shook and a second climax tore through him almost immediately.

More slick poured out. Tavian’s head dropped back against the wall, but the smile never fully left his mouth.

"Please," Tavian said, voice rough now.

"Take your cock out. Put it in me. I need your knot. I have waited seven years. I will give you every name and every location the second you lock inside me. Just do it. Fuck me against this wall and fill me."

Rooker pulled his fingers free. He stepped back while Tavian sagged against the wall, pants around his thighs and come still dripping from his cock.

Rooker’s own cock strained painfully against his zipper, the head wet enough to leave a dark mark on the fabric. He did not touch it.

"You will receive the new suppressants within the hour," Rooker said. His voice stayed controlled even though his breathing had gone uneven.

"Medical will monitor you. I will return for the names once the heat is under control."

Tavian pulled the pants up with clumsy hands and stayed leaning against the wall. His eyes stayed bright and knowing.

"You are hard enough to break the zipper. You forced two orgasms out of me and you still will not take what you want. The cold act is cracking, Rooker. I can see it. I can smell how much you need to knot me. Come back when you are ready to stop pretending. I will be right here, wet and open and waiting for you."

Rooker unlocked the door and stepped out. He locked it again without looking at Tavian. He walked the length of the corridor with his cock throbbing and the scent of Tavian’s heat still thick on his fingers and his shirt.

The medical team waited at the end of the hall with the new suppressant dose. Rooker gave them the order in a flat voice and then continued past them to the empty locker room.

He stripped the stained shirt and threw it aside. His cock jutted out heavy and dark. He did not touch it this time.

He stood under the cold spray and forced his breathing steady while the memory of Tavian’s body clenching around his fingers replayed without mercy.