Page 42 of Knot Enough
“What do you want to do?” I asked as I led her out.
“Coffee, and a chocolate croissant.” The Sweet Note came to mind as I grabbed my keys.
“First stop, a cafe. I know just the spot.” She giggled as we headed down the hall. I opened the door for her, but she didn’t budge. Her gaze was behind me as the night’s cool wind blew her hair back. I watched excitement and nerves blend.
“What is it?” I asked as a tear broke loose, stolen by the breeze.
“I haven’t been outside since the winery,” she rasped. Her words were a punch to the gut. I’d been mad at him that day. I knew something was up, but deep down worried he was playing with someone outside of the pack. She squeezed my hand, and I remained quiet. This wasn’t about me. The best I could do was hold her hand and wait until she was ready.
One thing I knew for sure: we’d never lock her away again.
Chocolate brown eyes slid to mine, and she smiled sadly. One side of her lip curled to reassure me when she was the one crumbling inside. She took a deep breath, and determination flashed before she stepped out.
“You’re so fucking brave,” I murmured. Her lips parted, and she laughed. She shook her head and walked past. I followed her down the same steps Rath brought her up. When we got in the car, I promised myself I would make this the best trip to town.
Over the next hour, she’d inhaled her croissant and nursed her latte with extra whipped cream. I’d urged her a million times to grab what she wanted, but she stubbornly tried to scan through the sales racks only. After I reminded her by saying Rath’s name, she remembered we were here to put a dent in ourwallet. Then she was grabbing one of everything in her size and throwing it in my arms.
“That’s my girl,” I hummed as she held a black skirt to her front. She put it back on the rack and shook her head.
“As if. That would show everything,” she scoffed.
“That’s exactly why you’re getting it,” I said and grabbed it.
“Definitely not,” she huffed as she tugged it toward her. I dropped the clothes onto the ground and pulled her close.
“Believe me when I tell you the alphas will be eating out of your hands,” I murmured as I turned her around. Her back to my front, I held it up in front of her as I looked at her reflection. She followed my gaze.
“I don’t think so,” she mumbled as her cheeks flushed.
“Look at those curves. You’re fucking beautiful, Butterfly. It’ll show us that ass of yours. I know you can feel me. As hard as I am, do you think I’m lying?” I growled.
“Okay,” she whispered.
“What was that?” I asked, needing her to see what I see.
“Okay, I’ll get the skirt,” she grumbled.
“Why?” I asked, poking her for an answer.
“Because I want them to. . . want me,” she whispered.
“They do, baby. Trust me.” I bent down and picked up the pile of clothes and nipped at her ass on the way up. She squealed and went back to shopping.
Two hours later, she was trying on clothes, but I’d already purchased everything she so much as glanced at. I’d gone into the changing room with her, but seeing Lennox’s name carved into her flesh was a bucket of ice-cold water on my head. That’s not the mark she should be wearing. No amount of shopping, treats, or begging would ever make up for it. We would never be good enough for her.
The door creaked open, and the soft slap of her bare feet against the floor drew my gaze. My lips parted as she came outin that black skirt and a cherry-red leather corset that stole my breath.
“Fuck, Butterfly. You look. . . ” For the first time, she threw her head back and laughed. A real one. Her eyes arched into crescent moons, both corners of her lips tilted up as her shoulders shook.
“You were right about the skirt, but fuck the Alphas, I feel great in thi—” she squealed as I pushed her back into the room until her back hit the wall and closed the door behind me. I dropped to my knees, ran my hands up her calves as she looked down at me.
“This is where we belong. On our knees. You’re fucking beautiful. Put your leg on my shoulder and bless me with the opportunity to suck your soul out of your pussy,” I whined.
“Taste me, Oak. Show me what it feels like to be worshipped.” Her words were my undoing. I grabbed her ankle and lifted. Watching as her skirt rolled up. I rested her leg on my shoulder, and my throat dried as her lips spread for me. I dipped and trailed kisses up her inner thigh. My gaze darted up as I kissed her pussy. I groaned. Her heat feels so good against me. Her eyes were heavy as I dragged my tongue up her core. I could taste our Alphas in her, and I moaned. I repeated the action and loved how her thighs trembled for me. My nose rubbed against her clit, and she jerked.
“So. Good.” The words rumbled in my chest as I licked her like a man starved. Fingers speared through my hair as she grabbed me with both hands.
“Tongue fuck me, Oak. Please, I need you.” She whined, fucking whined, and I almost came in my pants.
