Page 21 of Knot a Thief

I wait patiently as he continues.

“I know I can get you in and out safely. I won’t let any harm come to you.”

I trust Seb with my life. I have to. I nod. “I know and I do trust you,” I say, reaching up to cup his face.

“Thank you.” He leans into my touch, his eyes softening with affection. “That’s all I need to hear. So, can I meet with the man in charge of the operation?”

“You can.” I snuggle closer to Seb, licking his chest because I can’t smell him, but I can taste him.

“I need a neutralizing shot,” I murmur against his chest. “I think the job in Monaco stressed my body.”

Because my pussy is pulsating with a need for a knot since that alpha came into my life. Not that I can admit it to Seb.

“Next time, listen to me.” He kisses the top of my head, his lips warm against my scalp. “I’ll get it.”

The thought of injecting myself makes me shiver each time, but it’s a necessary sin to protect me from evil.

He pushes off the bed, taking my hand and dragging me with him. “First, I want you.”

“You have me.” Our gazes lock.

He does. Only when I’m wrapped in his arms do I feel utterly safe.

Chapter 6

Seb

The sun is already playing a game of hide and seek with the clouds as Ava and I leave the slipstream of S’Arenal marina.

The tang of salt clings to the air, mixing with the earthy scent of burning wood from somewhere far off.

At the roadside, I cock my leg over the small bike, feeling Ava hug me from behind. “Hold on.”

“Always,” she responds, hugging me tightly.

I know she’s trying to convince me she is mine, but ever since I found her sitting with an alpha in Monaco, I fear my time is running out.

I can’t sleep at night as I toss and turn. Every thought is about her and about our future.

I slip the key into the ignition of my moped, the metal cool against my skin. "Ready?" I ask without looking back.

"Let’s go." Ava's voice, light but edged with a steel that’s been her constant companion.

We maneuver through the busy street as we leave the docked yachts, their masts swaying gently in the breeze. Soon we’re on the main road that joins the town of S’Arenal with the city of Palma and getting closer to our biggest payoff to date.

Twenty minutes later, the marbled expanse of Palma's waterfront and the cobbled streets welcome us. I slow the bike to a little more than a crawl.

"Remember," I say, the hum of the engine making my words vibrate, “when we get there, stay in the cafe opposite. You can listen to the conversation from there. But be safe.”

Ava leans in closer, her presence a comforting pressure against my back. "I know the drill, Seb. Stay in the shadows, be close, but not too close, right?"

"Exactly." I can't help but let a small smile play on my lips, even as my gut churns with a familiar cocktail of caution and concern.

It wasn't just any kind of stranger I worried about—it’s alphas, those who wear their dominance as easily as their tailored suits. Those that slip in the chair opposite her in a café and she still believes it was innocent.

I know better.

She isn’t naïve. Her past made her hard, yet there’s still a vulnerability in her, and despite her protestations, she always gets edgy whenever we’re further away from the safety of the boat.

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