Page 28 of Knot Enough

“I wanted to steal you away,” I muttered before giving her a little nibble on her shoulder. She giggled at the feeling.

“What’s the plan now?” She asked, pulling away from me. I guided her to my bed.

“Movies and lots of cuddling.” I declared. Lydia settled onto the bed, and I moved to the other side to lie behind her. I grabbed the remote from my nightstand and handed it to her.

“Whatever you want,” I said, pulling her body closer. She wiggled a bit and got more comfortable.

“You sure?” She teased. “I could put something god awful on.”

“Do your worst.” I rebuked. I rubbed my nose against her neck, enjoying the scent of strawberries and cherry blossoms coming from her. She hummed as she scrolled through the options. She went to several platforms before she finally decided on a movie. It was a musical about one of the aspects of our history. Overall, it wasn’t bad, but it had one too many songs for me. Lydia, however, loved the movie and sang almost lyric to lyric with the other actors. It made me wonder how many times she’s watched this movie. At one point, she managed to get me to sing along with the characters. I pulled us so my back leaned against the wall, and her back leaned against my chest. I kept my head on top of hers as we continued watching the movie.

The end credits started to roll for the third movie we watched when I decided to take Lydia’s courting present out from under one of my pillows. It was something small, but I’m sure she would like it.

“Here, I got something for you,” I said, placing the bag on her lap. I couldn’t see her face, but her scent turned sweeter.

“Really? You didn’t have to.” She commented but started to open it anyway. Omegas tended to like presents and gifts from their pack. I heard paper being moved and rustling of the bag. Eventually, I heard a small gasp come from Lydia. I pulled her closer to me so I could gaze at my gift from over her shoulder. It was a pair of thigh-high purple socks. Gabriel mentioned that her favorite color was purple, and ever since I saw her socks when we went to the hockey game, I’ve wanted to get her a pair of stockings to wear around the house.

“Do you like them?’ I asked. Her scent gave her away, but I wanted to hear it from her mouth.

“Yes! I love them. They're so soft.” She squealed and held them up to get a better look at them. I looked down at her. She was wearing a pair of shorts and a large t-shirt that smelled vaguely of Gabriel.

“Good, we can put them on now if you want,” I suggested. She looked thoughtful for a moment.

“I’ll do that.” She said excitedly. She went to move out of my lap, but I held her tighter.

“You need to let go of me so I can put them on.” She giggled. I rubbed my nose along her ear.

“Hmmm, no, I’ll put them on for you.” I declared, taking the socks from her and unfolding them. She looked at me with wide eyes and a slight blush but said nothing else.

I purred in satisfaction before grabbing her left leg. My movements were deliberately slow as I glided the sock up her leg. I had to hold back a groan at the little touches I got to feel of her skin. She is soft, almost like silk. I would touch her all day if I could to continue feeling her smooth and silky skin. Once I finished putting one sock on, I noticed goosebumps trailing along her thighs. Her other thigh reacted the same way.

Her thighs with the socks on looked like something out of one of my erotic dreams. Thigh-high socks were always a turn-on for me, but seeing them on Lydia made me want to convince her never to take them off.

Lydia moved to lay her back against the bed. Her body was spread over my sheets like a goddess while she looked up at me. I moved my body over hers with our eyes looking into each other.

“Do you like them?” She asked, moving one of her legs along my thigh. I’m sure she could smell my scent deepening at her motion.

“I think you know that I more than just like them. I love them.” I told her with a husky voice. I didn’t want to scare her, but if we didn’t stop soon, I would start kissing the life out of her. She giggled and trailed her hand along my neck and down my neck till she stopped at my shirt. I kept my eyes on her, wanting to memorize every expression on her face. She rubbed her thumb along the edge of my shirt, looking thoughtful. I tried to smooth the wrinkles on her brow away, but I remained where I was. Something was eating at her, and I wanted her to feel like she could trust me with whatever was going on in her mind.

“Gabriel is your scent match.” She stated. I nodded.

“He is, but you already knew that,” I responded. My eyes moved along her face, taking note of every freckle I could see. Her eyes narrowed more.

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“What does that mean for us?” She asked, her voice low and hesitant. My eyes drifted back to her.

“Lydia, what are you asking?” I asked. My face formed into a frown. Her eyes darted away from mine.

“I mean, why on earth would you even be interested in me? Any of you, for that matter. I can’t give you one of the most important things in an omega and alpha dynamic. What else could I possibly do for you to make you want a relationship with me.” She mumbled out. Her scent was turning bitter from the worry and doubt. I was pretty sure a part of this was coming from the fact her heat was close, but bringing that up would only disregard her fears right now.

“Can I take your clothes off?” I asked. It was out of pocket, but if I was going to prove my point, I needed to do this. Her eyes returned to mine.Confusion filled her eyes, but at least she stopped going down her dark rabbit hole. She nodded.

“You can, but please keep my underwear on.” She told me. I nodded, intending to follow her command. Dipping my hand under her shirt, I enjoyed the feeling of her stomach against my hand. I took my time gliding the shirt off of her. This scene had played in my dreams for days now and I wanted to enjoy every second of it. A dark purple bra revealed itself with a lacy pattern over top of it. Once the shirt was off Lydia, I threw it across the room.

“Did you wear this for me?” I asked, rubbing my thumb gently against the lace. Her face reddened more at my words.

“No, I just like lingerie.” She admitted.

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