Page 49 of Knot Enough

“Something wrong?” I asked with mock concern. I watched Finn do his best to smile at me. I could see a droplet of sweat fall down his face.

“Nothing, you made this?” He asked, looking pointedly at the grain bread.

“I did. Go on, try it, you must be hungry.” I said, leaning against the counter to watch him. He takes a deep breath before picking up the grain bread. I nearly giggled when he took the smallest bite possible from the toast. When he chewed the first time, I lost it. A shocked expression fell on Finn’s face as he watched me laugh my guts out. I took the plate from him, still giggling at the thought of his expression, and replaced it with one filled with bacon, sausage, and an egg and cheese sandwich.

“You should have seen your face. It was hilarious.” I mimicked him picking up the toast and chewing it, and burst out laughing again. Finn’s faceturned bright red from embarrassment. After a second, Finn shook his head and smiled.

“Tricky omega.” He said as he picked up the fork on his plate and ate breakfast.

“Honestly, you should have seen that coming,” I said, moving my plate to sit beside him. He pulled my seat closer to him, so our knees touched. I enjoyed our peaceful moment together and then I smelled Sorren’s watermelon scent coming from the front entrance and heard his feet thumping against the floor.

“Are those waffles I smell?” Sorren asked as he came through the front door, arms filled with tons of plastic bags full of food.

“By yours truly.” I boasted as I got up, taking a moment to kiss his cheek. Before I could walk away, though, Sorren put the groceries on the counter, grabbed my hips, and dragged me closer to him. He pulled my head down by my neck and swallowed my mouth with his own. His kiss was passionate and hungry, like my mouth was a drug, and he finally got his hit. With great self-restraint and control, I pushed my hands against his chest. Sorren let me go with a pout, but his mood improved when he saw the waffles I made.

“These look delicious, I can’t wait to try them,” Sorren said as he started to dig into the food. Sorren nearly moaned after he’d eaten the first bite. “My lord, why don’t you cook more often? You’re almost as good as Finn.” Sorren said through bites. I purred at his compliments, but stopped at the mention of Finn.

“So you think Finn’s cooking is better than mine?” I asked, a tight smile forming on my face. Sorren noticed almost immediately and hesitated to reply.

“Just a little bit. I mean, no, your cooking is definitely better than his.” Sorren said. He caught the tension forming in the air and quickly sat up. “You know what, I think I’ll finish this after I put away the groceries.” He said quickly. He grabbed a few bags and headed into the pantry.

“I’ll be cooking dinner from now on.” I declared, crossing my arms. Finn looked like he was about to object, but I continued. “No, no, no, you get to do breakfast and lunch, but I’ll do dinner. So, you can close your alpha mouth because I don’t want to hear any objections about this if you want to continue to fuck me or sleep in the same bed as me.” Finn promptly shut his mouth, but still looked upset.

I finished my last bite of food before getting up from my seat to wake Graham and Lydia up. I’ll show Sorren and Finn that Finn cannot make better food than I. Sure, I was competitive with games and trivia, but this definitely wasn’t my competitive instincts, totally. I could imagine Finn tasting a perfectly cooked steak from me and crying tears of joy at how good it was. This is totally and completely not competitive at all.

I went through my list of recipes I could do for tonight, and by the time I got to Graham's room, I had come up with a tentative dinner plan. I knocked on the door and waited a few beats before opening it. I found Lydia and Graham still in bed, holding each other. The door opening and the light filtering in had awoken Lydia. She sat up and rubbed her eyes. Her hair was a mess, but she looked adorable, given how sleepy she was.

“Gabriel?” She called out with a husky voice. Finding her irresistible, I walked up to her and kissed her forehead. She leaned into my touch and rested her head against my chest as she yawned. “Did you need something?” She asked.

“Wanted to let you know breakfast was ready,” I whispered, running my hands through her hair to help untangle it. She purred at the feeling of my fingers on her scalp.

“Did someone say breakfast?” A deeper voice spoke. Graham started to sit up as well.

“Yep, made by yours truly,” I answered. Graham perked up at my words, and a flirty smile spread across his face.

“I’ll have to try it in that case.” He said with a wiggle of his eyebrows. I rolled my eyes before focusing back on Lydia. She was never a morning person, and waking up took her a long time.

“You hungry? I can carry you to the kitchen.” I added. Instead of replying with words, she nodded and lifted her hands up in a carry me motion. I chuckled at her antics before dipping down to pick her up. She wrapped her arms around my neck and nuzzled her face in the crook of my neck. She was way smaller than I, lighter than what I would bench press for warm-up without even trying. I squeezed her to me, taking a deep breath of her scent. I could feel my entire body relax as I breathed her in. My chest involuntarily started to rumble as I headed down the hallway. Graham followed a little way behind us, yawning.

After breakfast, it took a bit of cajoling from all three of us before Lydia was convinced to wear something other than sweatpants and a tank top. Usually, I wouldn’t care what she wore out as long as she had clothes on, but I knew that when she got to our destination, she would wish she’d dressed up a bit more. Sorren and Finn distracted her as I quietly directed Graham to our location since we had to mute the GPS.

“Is this where you wanted to take me?” She asked while Finn helped her out of the car. As I figured, she wasn't too excited about the dress shop. Once she was steady on her feet, Sorren pulled her close and rested his chin on the top of her head. Thinking that image was cute, I took a secret photo of them to add to my collection.

“Yep, I looked at the reviews, and they had a lot of people commenting about how good the place was,” I replied. I know clothes shopping isn’t reallyyour thing, but do you think you could find at least one dress you like?” I asked, turning to give her my best puppy dog expression. She looked at me, still unsure about it, until I decided to sweeten the pot. “I’ll make those candies you really like.”

“Deal.” She said before I barely had the chance to get the words out. She ran out of Sorren’s arm and grabbed mine and Graham's before leading us to the store. Graham and I looked at each other, grinned, and shook our heads in disbelief. Sometimes I worry that she’s too easily bought candy.

We entered the building to find the entire place filled to the brim with dresses of all kinds. There were categories for the type of dresses one would look for, such as prom, engagement party, and so on. After looking at all the directions we could go, Lydia turned back to me.

“How formal should I go?” She asked. I thought for a moment about how I should answer that question.

“Meeting your boyfriend’s parents or meeting friends,” I replied. Lydia thought for a moment before nodding. She decided to go toward ‘going out dresses’ and we all followed her. Once again, we were surrounded by dresses of all kinds in a small department at the end of the store. We all went through the dresses to see if we could find something that would look good on Lydia.

As I looked through a rack of dresses, I glanced at the alphas to see if they had picked anything yet. Sorren was looking at a slightly revealing red dress with a really low back. I give the guy credit for giving the dress a chance, but I knew Lydia wouldn’t go for it. Lydia would probably be stressed all night about being too revealing and worry about getting the long dress dirty. On the other hand, Finn had already picked out a lavender dress. It was more conservative than what Gabriel chose, but it didn’t have any sleeves on it. Lydia tended not to wear dresses like that but could surprise me. Graham still hadn’t picked out a dress, so my observation would have to come later. Returning my focus on the rack of dresses, my hand stopped on a short black dress. Its sleeves were lace and see-through. The dress would probably stop just above Lydia’s knee, but I’m sure she could wear stockings if she was worried. What caught my gaze the most was the sequins sewn into the dress, making it look like a galaxy of stars. I smiled to myself. This was a dress Lydia would definitely like.

After several minutes of searching, Lydia hadn’t found an option, and Graham had finally chosen a dress. He tossed it over his arm, so I couldn’t see exactly what it was.

“Let’s hope you guys had better luck than I did,” Lydia muttered as she took the dresses from us and headed to the dressing room to the right of the room.

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