Page 21 of Knot So Lucky
Did I turn off the lights in the bathroom?
Can't remember.
Too tired to check.
My phone's still clutched in my hand, Cale's breathing on the other end the only sound in the sudden darkness.
"Rora," he murmurs, using the nickname only he's allowed. Childhood things that were supposed to annoy me but don’t anymore.
And then I feel it.
The bed dipping with familiar weight. The covers lifting and settling as a body slides in behind me. Arms wrapping around my waist with possessive certainty, pulling me back against a chest I know better than my own heartbeat.
The scent.
Burnt cedar and dark coffee and raw amber, unfiltered and overwhelming in the best possible way. It fills my nostrils, soaks into my skin, wraps around my Omega instincts like the world's most perfect weighted blanket.
Safe.
Protected.
Mine.
My suppressants can't block the way my body responds—the way my muscles unclench completely, the way my breathing synchronizes with his automatically, the way some fundamental part of my biology recognizes his and settles.
"You're such a stalker," I mumble, but I'm already drifting.
His lips brush the back of my neck, and I feel his smile against my skin.
"You invited me."
"Mhm."
"Sleep, princess."
I want to argue.
Want to make some snappy comeback about not being anyone's princess, about him being a controlling asshole, about how this doesn't mean anything and we're still not actually together.
But the warmth is too good.
His scent is too perfect.
The exhaustion is too heavy.
And for once—just this once—I let myself have this.
Let myself fall into the blissful arms of sleep with an Alpha wrapped around me, keeping the nightmares at bay.
Knowing that tomorrow I'll have to wake up and be Rory Lane again.
But tonight, I'm just Aurora.
CHAPTER 4
An Addiction Worth Obessessing
~CALE~
