Page 114 of Knot My Sin

“Yes, alpha,” I say wickedly with a grin as he shakes his head at me.

Maybe he’ll even let me come afterwards.

AMBROSE

I feel better today, but that mostly has to do with spending some much needed time with my omegas last night. Wren rode my face for hours while Flynn impaled himself on my cock, forcing me to lose myself in his slick and knot him.

Later, they snuggled with me and told me that whatever happens tonight, they’ll be careful. Shaw came in once they were both cuddled in my arms and put trackers in both their backs just to be safe.

I don’t feel at all guilty about it. I need my pack to stay whole.

“Wren? Are you just about done?” I ask, my steps heavy walking to her room. While we typically sleep together, outside of my dark doom fixation the last few days, our omega is getting dressed in her own room.

She’s been in there for hours.

“I guess this is as good as it’s going to get,” Wren says, sounding frustrated. Frowning, I stand at the door, worried at how stressed she sounds.

“Can I see?” I ask, fisting my hands to keep myself from barging in or banging on the door. I’m really trying over here, but her anxiety is clawing at me.

I want to fix it.

“I guess,” she sighs. “I feel ridiculous, Amb.”

My heart flip flops as she uses the nickname for me that my other pack mates use. Grinning, I lean on the wall, excited to see what she looks like.

“Don’t keep me waiting, honey,” I purr. The door opens wide, making my jaw drop as I stare at my beautiful omega.

Her hair is up in a complicated braided style, with curled pieces framing her face. Biting my lip, I force myself to wait to ask her to turn for me so I can see the back. Wren’s makeup is flawlessly polished, making me smile larger because she watched so many videos to make this possible. Red lips and brown and white eye shadow are the focal points of her makeup, and she looks stunning.

My eyes continue to take her in, struggling to focus because so much beauty stands before me. The top of the dress is a lace and mesh strapless corset, with satin draping to the floor, giving her a small train. The dress still has a fitted sheath appearance, and as she shifts her weight on her heels, I notice the long slit up her leg.

“You and I must be seeing something very different,” I murmur. “Turn for me, Wren. I want to see the full effect of your dress. Did you choose it?”

I was going to look for dresses online, but I was in such a funk, Flynn and Everest sent me away. In the end, I have no idea if Wren had any input on it.

“Yes, I mean Flynn and Everest helped, but I had final veto on it,” she says as she turns for me. The dress is a black waterfall of satin in the back, moving seamlessly with her. “I feel like I overdid it on the makeup. I don’t want to look like a clown.”

“You look stunning,” I say before I can help myself. Damn, I should have told her sooner. “Come on, I think you need some positive feedback, honey. Let’s go show the guys. We need to leave soon, anyway. Are you hungry?”

Her stomach growls as she takes my hand, making me smirk. Yeah, I had a feeling since she’s been holed up in her room for hours. My nostrils flare as I take in her sweet scent, making me wonder something.

“Did Shaw ask you not to wear scent blockers today?” I ask her as we walk.

“Yes. He said that the room will have scent dampening agents being sprayed throughout the night, so I should be fine. I made sure to wear special panties to keep the scent of slick minimal,” she says.

At my raised brow, she lifts her hand up and down at me. “Well, look at you. Three alphas and an omega dressed to the nines in their formal wear is sure to test the strength on my panties. I may need to get my money back, because I’m already turned on.”

Snorting, I blush at her words, knowing she’s right. I’m not involved in any way in the planning of the event, outside of making sure the invitation arrived home. I’m wearing my tuxedo and sharp shoes, weapons hiding everywhere I could think of. Sure, the party’s goons will find some of them, but I guarantee they won’t find the garrote wrapped around my belt or the thin knives hidden on my thigh.

Sure, I have guns as well, but I expect them to find those. If I hid everything well, it would give them an excuse to look closer than they need to.

“I look forward to voiding the warranty on your panties,” I tease her, knowing she’s perfuming as she blushes. It’s a good test that I can’t smell her slick, because she’s right. I definitely don’t want anyone else to smell it.

Knowing the guys are waiting for us, I lead her through the house to the living room.

“Alright, guys, our omega is a bit nervous,” I say, peeking my head into the room before she can walk in. “Let’s show her how gorgeous she is.”

Stepping back, I give her my arm. “You didn’t need to prep them,” Wren says with a laugh.

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