Chapter 91: Cuffed and Stuffed by the Alpha Cop -5

Morning light filtered through the high window of the holding cell. Tavian’s heat had broken sometime before dawn, but the scent of sex and claim still hung heavy in the air.

Rooker stood near the door already dressed in a clean uniform. Transfer orders had arrived an hour earlier.

He held the papers in one hand and looked at Tavian without expression.

"You are being moved to the maximum security wing at Blackridge," Rooker said.

"I am assigned as your escort for the transport. Get dressed."

Tavian sat up on the soaked bunk and smiled. The cuffs still linked his wrists. He pulled on the fresh prison pants and shirt that medical had left, then stood and walked straight to Rooker.

"Blackridge is far. The drive will take hours. We will have time."

Rooker unlocked the cell and led him out. He kept one hand on Tavian’s arm the entire way through the station and into the secured transport bay.

The armored vehicle waited with its rear doors open. Rooker guided Tavian into the sealed rear compartment, climbed in after him, and locked the partition that separated them from the driver.

He doors closed then the vehicle started moving.

The moment the partition sealed, Tavian turned and climbed into Rooker’s lap. He straddled him on the bench seat and reached between them to free Rooker’s cock. It was already half hard.

Tavian stroked it twice, then lifted up and sank down onto it in one smooth motion until he was fully seated.

"There," Tavian said, voice bright and steady.

"That is better. You stayed inside me most of the night. I woke up still feeling you. Now I get to ride you while we drive."

Rooker’s hands settled on Tavian’s hips. He did not stop him. Tavian began to move in slow, deep rolls that took every inch. The wet heat of him closed around Rooker’s cock and squeezed.

"I will give you the full network," Tavian said as he rose and dropped again.

"Every buyer, every warehouse, every courier. Larken at the docks. The woman who runs the east side storage. The two brothers who handle the overseas crates. I will write it all down when we stop. In exchange you arrange private interviews whenever my heat comes back. You come to whatever cell they put me in and you knot me through it."

Rooker’s fingers tightened on his hips. He thrust up to meet the next downward slide.

"You will provide verified information. If any of it is false the arrangement ends."

Tavian laughed softly and ground down harder.

"It will all be true. I want you to keep coming back for me. Your knot is already starting to swell. I can feel it. Let it lock. I want to stay full of you for the whole ride."

Rooker pulled Tavian down firmly and held him there while the knot expanded and forced its way past the rim. It locked with a heavy pressure that made Tavian gasp and then smile wider.

Rooker came almost immediately, pulsing deep inside him. Tavian kept rocking in small circles, working the knot against his prostate until he spilled between their bodies with a quiet moan.

They stayed joined while the vehicle hummed along the highway. Tavian rested his cuffed hands on Rooker’s shoulders and continued talking in the same warm, filthy tone.

"You are going to hate how much you need this," he said.

"Every time you walk into my cell you will remember how I feel around your cock. You will remember the way I take your knot and ask for more. I am going to make sure you never get tired of it. When the lock softens I want you to fuck me again. Turn me around and take me from behind against the wall of this compartment. I want the driver to hear the sounds even if he cannot see us."

The knot eased after a long stretch of road. Rooker lifted Tavian off his lap, stood, and turned him to face the padded wall of the compartment.

He pushed the prison pants down, lined up, and thrust back inside in one hard stroke. Tavian braced his cuffed hands against the wall and pushed back to meet every thrust.

"Yes," Tavian said.

"Just like that. Use me the way you wanted to all those years you chased me. I used to hope you would catch me in places exactly like this. Alone. Nowhere to run. Your cock buried so deep I could taste it. Knot me again. Fill me while the truck is still moving."

Rooker’s rhythm stayed powerful and steady. His knot swelled for the second time and locked deep.

He wrapped one arm around Tavian’s waist and held him tight while he ground through the orgasm, flooding him once more.

Tavian came with him, body shaking and clenching around the lock.

They remained joined as the miles passed. Tavian spoke between deep breaths.

"After they process me at Blackridge you will find a reason to pull me out for questioning within the first week. I will be ready. I will already be wet by the time you lock the door. You can take me over the table or against the wall or on the floor. I do not care as long as you knot me and stay inside until it softens. Tell me you will do it."

Rooker’s voice stayed low and controlled even while he was still locked inside him.

"I will schedule the first interview within seven days. You will deliver the first set of names before that meeting ends."

Tavian smiled against the wall.

"Good. Then we both get what we want. You get the information and the chance to keep fucking me. I get your knot whenever the heat builds. Neither of us walks away clean from this."

The knot softened. Rooker pulled out, turned Tavian around, and sat back on the bench. Tavian climbed into his lap again and sank down onto the still-hard cock without hesitation.

He started riding in a slower, deeper rhythm this time, eyes locked on Rooker’s face.

"One more before we arrive," Tavian said.

"I want to come on your cock while I can still see the open road through the small window. Knot me a third time and stay inside me until the gates of Blackridge come into view. I want to walk into that place still dripping with you."

Rooker gripped his hips and thrust up to meet every downward motion. The third knot formed under the steady friction and locked them together again. Both of them came hard, Tavian spilling across Rooker’s uniform shirt while Rooker emptied another thick load deep inside him.

They stayed joined as the vehicle slowed and the high fences of the facility appeared through the narrow window.

Tavian leaned forward and rested his forehead against Rooker’s. His smile remained bright and certain.

"The chase is over. You finally caught me. Now you get to keep me in smaller ways. Do not forget the arrangement once they take me inside. I will be waiting for that first interview."

Rooker did not look away. His hands stayed firm on Tavian’s hips, holding him down on the still-locked knot.

"I will not forget. You will provide the information. I will come for you."

The vehicle stopped. The outer doors unlocked. Rooker waited until the knot softened enough to pull free, then helped Tavian straighten his clothes.

Come and slick had already begun to leak down the Omega’s thighs. Rooker fixed his own uniform as best he could and opened the partition.

He stepped out first, then guided Tavian down onto the pavement in front of the Blackridge intake doors. Guards waited to take custody.

Rooker handed over the transfer papers and watched as they led Tavian inside. Tavian glanced back once over his shoulder and smiled the same open, knowing smile he had worn since the underpass.

Rooker stood on the pavement until the doors closed. He walked back to the transport, the scent of Tavian’s body and the claim they had spent the night and the morning building still clinging to his skin and his clothes.