Page 115 of Knot My Sin

“Oh yes, I did,” I growl as I pull her into motion. “If I didn’t, I’m pretty sure Shaw would handcuff you to the bed and refuse to let you out.”

Her lips part in surprise, making me grin as I watch the guys greedily stare at her as she walks.

“Can we stay home?” Flynn asks, jaw dropping. “You three are definitely going to end up killing people over her.”

“Me?” Wren flirts, smiling at him. “You look good enough to eat.”

“Fuck, you both do,” Shaw grunts, getting up off the couch to walk up the stairs to see Wren up close. “You look stunning, Sweetness. This dress looks like it was made for you.”

“The makeup isn’t too much?” she asks hesitantly. “I’ve never worn it before, but it feels like a lot.”

“Nah,” Everest says, coming closer to us. “The mob wives and girlfriends will be wearing loads of it tonight, but you look absolutely perfect, Lemon Drop.”

Shaw and Everest both crowd her, pushing me out as I chuckle, pulling Flynn into a hug beside me.

“I propose that we eat something before we leave, before I hear Wren’s stomach begin to grumble again,” I tell them. Everest snickers because he knows that while there will be lots of booze at this thing, food will be slim to none.

“Fuck, I forgot they never feed us at these things,” Flynn complains. “I’ll fix something to eat.”

“I’ve got it,” Shaw says with a smirk as we follow behind him. “I actually thought about this, and we have a little time before we have to go.”

“What do you have up your sleeve?” I ask, teasing him. Shaw just shrugs as he walks into the kitchen, opening the fridge to pull out a large tray of pasta.

“I prepped this earlier, and it just needs to go in the oven for half an hour. It’s chicken Marsala with fettuccine alfredo,” he explains. “I got dressed last, knowing this was on my agenda.”

“Wow,” Wren whispers as she watches as our alpha bustles around the kitchen. “Why is that so hot?”

Our little omega looks restless, and then I realize she’s actually rubbing her thighs together.

“It’s what an alpha is supposed to be, honey,” I rumble in her ear. “They take care of you, even when you’re stressing about hairpins and makeup.”

“Fuck, I forgot her jewelry,” Shaw says as he sets the pasta tray on the stove top. “Someone please put this in the oven when it’s done preheating.”

“Wait, what? Shaw!” Wren calls out as he rushes off.

“Let it happen,” Everest says with a snicker. “He is on a mission to spoil you, Lemon Drop. Are you really against it?”

“No,” she admits. “Just no collars.”

Flynn shudders at her words, and I remember how upset he was when he found the collar in the basement. It’s now been cut up and thrown out.

Good fucking riddance.

“Nope, I very much doubt our alpha bought you anything resembling a collar,” Flynn says, wrapping his arms around her to kiss her shoulder.

“Have you seen it?” I ask Everest as I move over to him. I’m speaking as low as possible, amusing him to no end.

“No,” he grunts. “I’m kind of annoyed I forgot about jewelry right now, if I’m being honest about it.”

Snorting, I have to agree with him. The oven beeps to tell us it’s done preheating, and I walk over to put the food inside of it. Setting the timer, I’m relieved as I see Shaw come back with the jewelry. I’m not a patient man, and really want to know what he got her.

“If you hate it, please tell me?” he asks, looking nervous.

“I’m fairly certain I won’t hate it,” Wren says with a chuckle.

“I noticed your ears aren’t pierced, so I went with bracelets and a necklace,” Shaw explains.

“They were pierced at one point, but the holes closed,” she laments.

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