Page 18 of Knot a Thief

“I have until now.”

“It can’t be healthy,” he says.

“I’m fine. We’re fine. I don’t want or need an alpha. I only need you.”

“I love you, Ava,” he says. “I love the most stunning girl in the world, and an omega. Sometimes, I can’t believe you love this nerdy beta.”

“A nerd who needs to put his glasses on,” I say, with a hint of laughter in my tone as I hand him his glasses.

The swallow he makes is audible, but the silence that follows becomes a little unnerving and awkward.

“I only want you,” I whisper, breaking the silence.

Seb’s arm tightens around me as he whispers, “I don’t know what I’d do without you, but—”

Please, no buts.

I tilt my chin to face him, the rough stubble on his chin scratches my palm as I cup his face. “You’ll always have me.”

His eyes cloud over with doubt. He seems much more insecure than normal, but he shouldn’t be.

The yacht sways gently beneath us, mirroring the rhythm of our bodies.

Seb pulls away and stares into my eyes. But it’s his fingers that absently trace patterns on my arm, sending shivers down my spine.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” I ask.

“Fine.” The rapid beat of his heart against my chest tells me something else, but I soon forget when his hand reaches the back of my neck.

Squeezing, he pulls me to him and again presses his lips against mine.

I melt into his embrace, savoring every moment as if it’s the only thing that matters. The world and his fears melt away as his tongue teases my lips apart with a hunger that mirrors my own.

I just wish he’d believe me, that this connection we have is special.

We’ve been together for two years now. And I know we’re so different, and we should never work, but it’s as if we’re two puzzle pieces finally finding our perfect fit, completing each other in ways words could never express.

He pulls away first. His hands cup my face tenderly, holding me close as if he is afraid to let me go. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

“You’ll always have me.”

“If you meet your alphas.” He hesitates. His insecurity at being a beta always comes to the fore. He can’t hide it at all.

“I don’t need an alpha or a pack,” I say, pure determination in my tone.

“Heats. Knots.”

I smirk. “When I need a knot, you’re always ready to wear the knotty ring I had made for you.” I don’t talk about my non-heats. I don’t have them. Yet, I still prevent them.

“Ella’s company is doing really well.” He does this, suddenly changes the subject.

“I know. I was so happy to present her with the award.”

My sister, Ella, created the sex toy business, and I commissioned her to make me the perfect toy to use with Seb, my beta.

It slips over his penis and works like a dream. And now she is selling it, and I’m happy my design is helping countless other omegas with an option for using with their beta.

The knotty ring has been patented, and now she is making a fortune selling them.

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