Page 112 of Knot Their Safe Haven
I couldn't resist any longer.
The way her scent had been teasing me throughout breakfast, growing sweeter with each passing moment, had driven me to this point of delicious insanity. My hands gripped her thighs,feeling the slight tremor that ran through her muscles as I positioned myself exactly where I wanted to be.
"Alessandro, what are you—" Her protest died on a gasp as I pressed my lips to the inside of her thigh, just above where her stockings ended. The pumpkin patterns on the sheer fabric had been driving me to distraction since we'd arrived, and now I could finally act on every filthy thought they'd inspired.
She tries to close her legs, but my hands are already there, firm on her thighs, keeping them spread just enough for me to settle between them. The tablecloth provides perfect cover, draping around us like a curtain, and I can't help the satisfied smirk that spreads across my face.
"What were you saying about demands?" I murmured against her inner thigh, my breath hot through the thin fabric of her stockings.
Her hand found my hair, fingers tangling in the strands as she tried to maintain composure above the table. The waiter had disappeared, but the diner wasn't empty—other patrons scattered throughout, completely unaware of what was happening in our corner booth.
"Alessandro, someone could see," she whispered, but her protest was undermined by the way her thighs trembled under my touch.
"Let them," I growled softly, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to the inside of her knee. "Let the whole town know you're mine."
I traced my fingers up her stockings, finding the edge where nylon met bare skin. She was burning hot there, and the scent of her arousal was intoxicating—black orchids and cinnamon intensified by desire. My omega, my scent match, wet and wanting just inches from my mouth.
"You're impossible," she breathed, but her legs parted slightly wider, giving me better access.
"I'm thorough," I corrected, sliding my hands higher until I found the edge of her underwear—silk, barely there, already damp with her need. "And I've been thinking about this since you walked into the diner looking like every fall fantasy I've ever had."
I hooked my fingers in the delicate fabric and tugged, not hard enough to tear but enough to make my intentions clear. Above the table, I heard her sharp intake of breath, followed by the soft clink of her coffee cup being set down with a trembling hand.
"Someone's going to notice," she warned, but her hips shifted forward slightly, seeking more contact.
"Then you'll have to be very quiet," I murmured, pressing my nose against her covered center and inhaling deeply. The scent hit me like a drug—pure omega arousal mixed with that unique essence that was purely Velvet. "Think you can manage that, Velvet?"
Her fingers tightened in my hair, and I took that as permission to continue. I pulled her underwear to the side, exposing her to my hungry gaze. She was perfect—pink and glistening, her arousal evident in the way she clenched around nothing.
"Fuck," I breathed, the word ghosting over sensitive flesh and making her squirm. "You're so wet already. Is this what I do to you? Just from some kissing and teasing?"
"You know exactly what you do to me," she managed, voice strained with the effort of staying quiet.
I rewarded her honesty with a long, slow lick from bottom to top, savoring her taste like the finest wine. She was sweet and tart, like candied orchids with a hint of spice, and I immediately knew I'd never get enough. Her thighs clamped around my head briefly before she forced them to relax, remembering where we were.
"Good girl," I praised softly, then set about taking her apart with methodical precision.
I explored her with my tongue, learning every fold and ridge, cataloging what made her breath hitch and her hips buck. When I found her clit and circled it slowly, she made a sound that was half-gasp, half-moan, quickly disguised as a cough.
"Everything alright over there?" a voice called from across the diner.
"Perfect!" Velvet managed, her voice only slightly higher than normal. "Just... went down the wrong way."
I smiled against her and sucked her clit between my lips, timing it perfectly with her words. Her heel dug into my back, a warning and encouragement all at once. I could feel her trembling, trying so hard to maintain the facade of normalcy while I devoured her under the table like she was my last meal.
I slid one finger inside her, groaning quietly at how easily she took it, how her walls clamped down immediately. She was molten silk around me, and I added a second finger, curling them to find that spot that would make her see stars.
"Oh God," she whispered, barely audible.
I worked her with lips and tongue and fingers, building a rhythm that had her rocking subtly against my face. The risk of discovery only heightened everything—every suppressed sound, every controlled movement, every drop of arousal that coated my chin.
Her walls began to flutter around my fingers, and I knew she was close. I increased the pressure, the speed, determined to push her over the edge right here in this small-town diner where anyone could catch us.
"Alessandro," she breathed, a warning and a plea.
I hummed against her clit, the vibration combined with a particularly deep thrust of my fingers sending her over. She came with a violence that surprised us both, her whole bodygoing rigid as she fought to stay silent. Her walls clamped down on my fingers in waves, and I worked her through it, drawing out her pleasure until she was shaking.
Only when she tugged my hair in warning did I pull back, pressing gentle kisses to her thighs as she came down. I carefully rearranged her underwear and skirt, making sure she was covered before emerging from under the table with what I hoped was a casual air.
