Chapter 90: Cuffed and Stuffed by the Alpha Cop -4

Rooker Veldt returned to the cell when the medical alerts turned critical. Tavian’s heat had peaked.

The scent rolled down the corridor in heavy waves that made every Alpha on the floor turn away.

Rooker unlocked the door and stepped inside knowing exactly what he would do. He locked it behind him.

Tavian stood in the center of the cell, shirt discarded, pants already pushed down to his thighs.

Slick coated his skin from navel to knees. He looked at Rooker and smiled through the flush and the tremor in his legs.

"You came back for it," Tavian said. "I knew you would. Come take what you have wanted for seven years."

Rooker crossed the space in three strides. He grabbed Tavian by the hips and spun him to face the wall.

He yanked the pants the rest of the way down and freed his own cock in one rough motion.

The head was already wet. He lined up and thrust inside in a single hard stroke that buried him to the root.

Tavian cried out and came at once, spilling against the concrete while his body clamped down. Rooker did not pause. He pulled back and drove in again, setting a relentless pace that slammed Tavian into the wall with every thrust.

"Yes," Tavian said, voice bright even while it broke. "Fuck. That is what I needed. You feel better than every fantasy. Keep going. Harder. I have waited so long for your cock. Give me all of it."

Rooker’s knot began to swell almost immediately. He fucked through the growing pressure until the thick base caught on every stroke. Tavian pushed back to meet him, laughing breathlessly against the wall.

"Your knot is already forming," Tavian said. "Lock it inside me. I want to feel it stretch me open and stay there. I used to dream about this exact moment. You finally catching me and claiming me against a wall. Do it. Knot me."

Rooker snapped his hips forward one last time and forced the full knot past the rim. It locked hard.

Tavian’s orgasm tore through him again the second the pressure hit his prostate. Slick and come ran down both their thighs.

Rooker growled low in his throat and ground the knot deeper while his cock pulsed and started to fill Tavian in heavy spurts.

Tavian turned his head enough to speak over his shoulder.

"That feels perfect. You are pumping so much into me. I can feel every pulse. Keep grinding. I want every drop. I have imagined you breeding me like this since the first time I smelled your scent on a rooftop."

Rooker stayed locked against him for long minutes, hips working in short circles that rubbed the knot over the sensitive place inside.

When the swelling finally eased enough to let him pull free, he did not step away. He turned Tavian around, lifted him, and carried him the short distance to the bunk.

He laid him down on his back and shoved the Omega’s knees wide.

Tavian smiled up at him, eyes glassy with heat.

"Come back inside. I am still empty without you. Put it back in and knot me again. I want to watch your face while you do it."

Rooker pushed back into the soaked heat in one smooth thrust.

The slide was effortless. He started fucking in deep, steady strokes that made the bunk frame creak.

Tavian wrapped his cuffed hands around the back of Rooker’s neck and pulled him closer.

"You feel so thick," Tavian said. "Every time you bottom out I feel it in my stomach. Talk to me. Tell me how good it feels to finally have me under you after all those years of chasing. Or stay quiet and just keep fucking me. I like both."

Rooker’s control had already shattered. He braced himself on one arm and drove harder.

His knot swelled for the second time and locked deep inside.

Tavian came again with a broken laugh, body shaking and clenching rhythmically around the knot.

Rooker followed, grinding through the orgasm and flooding him with another heavy load.

They stayed locked together while Rooker kept moving in small, grinding circles. Tavian spoke the entire time, voice soft and filthy and affectionate.

"I am going to make you keep me after this," he said.

"You cannot put me back in a regular cell and walk away. Your knot is still pulsing. You are still coming inside me. That means you are mine as much as I am yours. When this lock softens you are going to fuck me again. I want at least three more before the heat eases. I want to be so full of you that it leaks down my legs for days."

The knot softened. Rooker pulled out only long enough to flip Tavian onto his hands and knees.

He mounted him from behind and sank back in to the hilt. The third knot formed even faster. Rooker covered Tavian’s body with his own and fucked short, deep strokes against the lock while Tavian moaned and pushed back for more.

"Yes," Tavian said.

"Just like that. Use me. I have spent years preparing for your cock. I can take everything you give. Breed me again. Fill me until I cannot hold any more. I want to feel you dripping out of me when you finally let me stand."

Rooker reached under and stroked Tavian’s cock in time with his thrusts. Tavian came hard around the knot, walls fluttering and squeezing.

Rooker kept grinding until his own orgasm followed, another thick pulse of seed forced deep by the lock. They stayed joined while both of them caught their breath.

When the swelling eased the fourth time Rooker turned Tavian onto his back once more. He pushed inside slowly this time and watched the Omega’s face. Tavian smiled up at him, flushed and wrecked and still open with want.

"Stay with me through the rest of the heat," Tavian said.

"Do not leave this cell until it breaks. Knot me every time it swells. I will give you every name and every contact the moment I can think straight again. Right now I only want your cock and your knot and your come. Give them to me."

Rooker answered by thrusting deep and letting the fifth knot begin to form. He fucked Tavian through it with steady power until it locked, then held him down and ground against his prostate without mercy.

Tavian came twice more before Rooker’s own release filled him again. The bunk was soaked.

Their skin was slick with sweat and come and heat. Rooker stayed buried inside him and did not pull away.

Tavian lifted his cuffed hands and rested them against Rooker’s chest. His smile remained, softer now but still bright.

"You are not cold anymore. I can feel it. You are going to come back for me after they move me. You are going to find reasons to lock us in rooms together. I will be waiting every time, wet and ready for your knot."

Rooker lowered his head and pressed his mouth to the side of Tavian’s throat. He did not speak. He simply stayed locked inside the Omega while the heat continued to demand more, already moving again the moment the current knot began to soften.